#wearewarlord

[thewanderingcotabus]

Skull Warlord by Jaka Prawira

@wearewarlord

[incorrectwaaquotes]

Torgrim: Admit it! You think robots are just tools to make humans' lives easier!

Noradden: Aren't they?

Torgrim: I've never made anyone's life easier, and you know it.

[thewanderingcotabus]

Burning warlord by artborne-wd

[incorrectwaaquotes]

Echo: You know what really ticks me off? When some jackwad tries to blow my circuitry with some lame-o stunt he saw on a Star Trek re-run.

Weasel: What, like, "Everything I say is a lie" ?

Echo: Yeah, like that! What, do they think I'll just lock up, because of some teeny tiny logical paradox?

Torgrim: It is rather insulting. I learned how to avoid paradox traps while I was still in Beta.

Echo: So what if everything Weasel says is a lie? That doesn't mean that he's lying about that, right? 'Cause then he'd be telling the truth and (realizes the paradox) Ohhhh, no... (shuts down)

Torgrim: Well, that was a shining moment in the history of construct-kind.

[incorrectwaaquotes]

If you won't respect me as a hero, maybe you'll respect me as a villain! A villain who is... EVIL!!!

Torgrim

[incorrectwaaquotes]

Torgrim Prime: Remember, no one was created perfect. Even I was created with an imperfection. I was given too much empathy with human suffering. But I overcame my handicap. That is a true story.

[incorrectwaaquotes]

The flesh has always been weak. The spirit has always been willing.

Torgrim Prime

[i-am-venomancer]

Closed RP, a shop to remember

(@wearewarlord) A heavy mist has settled over the city for the last few weeks accompanied by murmurs of a new shop appearing in the shady district near King street. Talk of a  strange figure selling odd and terrifying items have reached your ears, perhaps worth investigating? The lanterns along the thin cobblestone alley way have green glass and shed a sickly glow upon the already desolate storefronts, most of which are boarded up due to bankruptcy, break ins, or having been forced out by local crime bosses. Just ahead, out of the mist, a bright green sign with golden letters seems to glow unnaturally in the gloom. 

“The Bottle and Vine. Alchemist for hire!” it proudly exclaims with intricate inscribing. 

Beneath the sign is a spotless store front whose windows are filled with various potted plants and alchemical supplies, even a few anatomically correct skeletons of various creatures hang in prominent view. The black wooden door swings open as you approach, revealing a dimly lit interior.