#wearewarlord

Skull Warlord by Jaka Prawira

Noradden: Aren't they?

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)

(@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.