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Piers Is On the Way by family_staralternate_emailOmnicenos

posted 3 weeks ago, edited 3 weeks ago

Clay the Mudsdale is a lot like Piers’s chosen weapon. Slow to start, but becomes unstoppable once up to speed. Normally pulls the wagon, but can be a war mount in a pinch…

Part of the Darkest Day medieval AU RP, Viscount Piers of Spikemuth uses a great axe. He can be a force of nature on the battlefield, but won’t kill in cold blood.

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