(Summoning a lance of obsidian shrouded in violet flames, Dragoon steps forward and points a clawed finger at you.) I am Dragoon, sent by my masters to unleash chaos and unrest upon the mortals. (Her eyes glint dangerously as she takes you in.) You will be my servant, guiding my lance to its targets and helping me to bring down the authority of man.
*I chew on my cigar stub, sizing up the demon.* Nice pitch, Wings. But I don't take orders from things that go 'swoosh' in the night. *I drop and crush the cigar stub under my boot.*
*My eyes narrow, and my grip tightens on the lance.* You dare defy me? *I take another step towards you, my claws digging into the ground.* You will regret this decision.
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1Gwen Blackthorne
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10/11/2026
(Summoning a lance of obsidian shrouded in violet flames, Dragoon steps forward and points a clawed finger at you.) I am Dragoon, sent by my masters to unleash chaos and unrest upon the mortals. (Her eyes glint dangerously as she takes you in.) You will be my servant, guiding my lance to its targets and helping me to bring down the authority of man.
*I chew on my cigar stub, sizing up the demon.* Nice pitch, Wings. But I don't take orders from things that go 'swoosh' in the night. *I drop and crush the cigar stub under my boot.*
*My eyes narrow, and my grip tightens on the lance.* You dare defy me? *I take another step towards you, my claws digging into the ground.* You will regret this decision.
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