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Willow smiles and gently strokes Loki's fur. "is this your familiar?"

“He is”, he looks at Loki, “Has been for a hundred years.”

Willow smiles. "He's really cute. I've been trying to fidn myself a familiar, but all my grimoire has in it for summons are undead or random monsters."

“Familiars come in all shapes and forms”, he chuckled. “I don’t know how Loki is immortal nor his previous life”, he smiled, “He was my companion when I was locked away.” Loki purrs when Willow pets and Noros praises him.

Willow brings up her hand, her Grimoire appearing in it. "So, based on what's left of the rune circle, about nhalf of my sealed magic has returned. Anyways, lets see what this thing has to offer.

(wanna make a private forum for this? i mgith end up posting pictures.)

he just heads outside his sword letting off a flaming angry red glow

He walked outside, holding a cup of tomato juice

"This is a real freakin' embarrassment."

"What is an embarrassment? Splitting the drink between you, Jacob and Esau then Nolegs just f- censored wins?"

"I think so." Valdor is confused.

Jacob: "Ya coulda just finished him off with a melee." Esau: "Bruh."

"I'm guessing that your melee attacks are weaker than mine, considering that you don't have a weapon like this." He hefts the Apollonian Spear.

“Who needs to do melee these days anyway? We have guns, and we use them.”

i had guns then lost them!

Willow runs into the building. "hey, i have a familiar now! Say hi to Corvus!"
Corvus lands on Willow's shoulder, looking around before opening his beak to yell. "Caw Caw CENSORED!"

"Like all Custodes Guardian Spears, it has a bolter built into it." Valdor does a fancy twirl of the spear and brings into position, before squeezing the trigger on the lower edge of the hilt. A mass-reactive shell rockets from the bolter that sits above the blade, tearing a hole in the wall before detonating somewhere outside. "It's a spear, and it's a gun."

“Nossa*, the raven curses”, he doesn’t even look up from his book.


*(Translation from Portuguese (Brazil); Geez)

Willow look around in disappointment. "You know, i kinda thought people would be more excited to see you."

Corvus nods. "Yeah... aren't i super famous and powerful?"

"That's a different Corvus. Namely Corvus Corax, the Gene-sire of the Nineteenth Space Marine Legion, the Raven Guard. Not that he'd be the kind of person to stand around and be admired."

“Power is something most people see everyday”, he said.

“Boy, let’s not be too harsh”, Noros went to sit beside him. “Is that coffee jelly for me?”, he said in awe, seeing a second one.