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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ciaran00" data-source="post: 944114" data-attributes="member: 12493">Tallarn, if you ever encountered Hobbes in person with the remark you just had, he would tear you apart, skin to organ, bone to skull. If he did not do so with his Tabaxi claws, he would employ one of two weapons: the blood sword at his side--still warm from the hell from which it was cleanly pulled, or his mind--a weapon more deadly than ten angry Tabaxis.Hobbes was a character that saw no use for Tabaxis to stay hidden, and enslaved by their own history, as they were. Hobbes tolerated the presence of others, as long as they led him, ultimately to either a salvation for his race or an improvement of his own mind. In the feral cat dreams of the few hours that he could curl into a sleep, he would most probably remember one friend: a small gnome, much smaller than the seven-feet height of sinew and fur that Hobbes was, who could wield the sword of illusion with the sharp strokes of a pen. For him, Hobbes would forsake all, even his fleeting cat dreams, the memory of an empire, and mental magicks like no other.Hobbes is absent now but, no doubt, he can be found on a vessel somewhere out on the sea trailing a gash of blood that drips quietly from a blood sword strapped to the Tabaxi's back. In his pouch are two of the most valueable tools that he knows: a set of thieves' picks housed in a bag sewn in the shape of a blond subarbinite boy, and a card with the image of a gnome upon whom he could call in the greatest hour of his need.ciaran</blockquote>

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