Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Hmm... yah, I'l so somethin.*
Zylna watches from behind a burnt-up stump, staying out of sight.
The fires have now died, & Rāxern sits there, anger still reminiscing, but clearly rampaging doesn't do anything.
Zylna snuck around the stump and moved closer, taking position behind another tree closer to him to take a good look. *Forgot to ask the first post, but can I get a description of Raxern?*
Stealth: 24
*it succeeds. He's a 5'6" Tiefling looking fellow, if it weren't for the thick & rough looking skin, pointed teeth, lizard like eyes, & small black nubs that are his claws, as he's a Tanar'ri. He wears simple black clothing, sheeths & straps for the all the gear around the scene.*
He sits there, placing the guitar down.
She continues to watch him from her cover.
*Zylna's description, if you need it as well.*
A 3'2 short figure, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood, and her figure was clearly feminine. The bottom half of her face, except for her mouth area, has bandages on it. She also has bright yellow eyes.
Look at pfp as well.
*I know 'little theif', hehehe, cudos if you remember what I'm quoting.*
He mutters a little to himself as he puts his head in his hands, leaning the arms on his knees.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Hmm... yah, I'l so somethin.*
Zylna watches from behind a burnt-up stump, staying out of sight.
The fires have now died, & Rāxern sits there, anger still reminiscing, but clearly rampaging doesn't do anything.
Zylna snuck around the stump and moved closer, taking position behind another tree closer to him to take a good look. *Forgot to ask the first post, but can I get a description of Raxern?*
Stealth: 24
*it succeeds. He's a 5'6" Tiefling looking fellow, if it weren't for the thick & rough looking skin, pointed teeth, lizard like eyes, & small black nubs that are his claws, as he's a Tanar'ri. He wears simple black clothing, sheeths & straps for the all the gear around the scene.*
He sits there, placing the guitar down.
She continues to watch him from her cover.
*Zylna's description, if you need it as well.*
A 3'2 short figure, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood, and her figure was clearly feminine. The bottom half of her face, except for her mouth area, has bandages on it. She also has bright yellow eyes.
Look at pfp as well.
*I know 'little theif', hehehe, cudos if you remember what I'm quoting.*
He mutter a little to himself as he puts his head in his hands, leaning the arms on his knees.
*Ahhhh, Arrow, yes?*
She moves to get into cover that is closer.
Stealth: 22
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Im gonna interact by adding in my newer character*
A young man, about 28-30, stands, watching the tree's burn. He has pale skin with cuts over the bridge of his nose that are a dark red, blonde hair that is floofy and kept to one side (PFP), and thick wooden earrings that are made of dark wood. He wears a black button-up shirt, a white vest with silver buttons, simple pants, thick boots, two satchels filled with medical supplies, and a long black metal pole in one hand.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
A bird picks up a twig from the ground and flies into a tree.
He glances over at it, sort of staring. The fire's have died now so the bird is safe, the trees are only warm.
The bird stares back.
"What do you want?" He says quietly, muddled anger in his voice.
The bird flies over, shifting into a human before rolling onto the ground. "You alright?"
"Does any of this or the song seem 'alright'?" He waves both his arms at the area around them.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
A bird picks up a twig from the ground and flies into a tree.
He glances over at it, sort of staring. The fire's have died now so the bird is safe, the trees are only warm.
The bird stares back.
"What do you want?" He says quietly, muddled anger in his voice.
The bird flies over, shifting into a human before rolling onto the ground. "You alright?"
"Does any of this or the song seem 'alright'?" He waves both his arms at the area around them.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Im gonna interact by adding in my newer character*
A young man, about 28-30, stands, watching the tree's burn. He has pale skin with cuts over the bridge of his nose that are a dark red, blonde hair that is floofy and kept to one side (PFP), and thick wooden earrings that are made of dark wood. He wears a black button-up shirt, a white vest with silver buttons, simple pants, thick boots, two satchels filled with medical supplies, and a long black metal pole in one hand.
He's now carving something into the guitar with his short nubs that are his claws, oblivious to the world around him.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Im gonna interact by adding in my newer character*
A young man, about 28-30, stands, watching the tree's burn. He has pale skin with cuts over the bridge of his nose that are a dark red, blonde hair that is floofy and kept to one side (PFP), and thick wooden earrings that are made of dark wood. He wears a black button-up shirt, a white vest with silver buttons, simple pants, thick boots, two satchels filled with medical supplies, and a long black metal pole in one hand.
He's now carving something into the guitar with his short nubs that are his claws, oblivious to the world around him.
The man taps each burning branch with his staff, and with each tap, the fire goes out in a puff of smoke. "Do not harm tree's young man!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Hmm... yah, I'l so somethin.*
Zylna watches from behind a burnt-up stump, staying out of sight.
The fires have now died, & Rāxern sits there, anger still reminiscing, but clearly rampaging doesn't do anything.
Zylna snuck around the stump and moved closer, taking position behind another tree closer to him to take a good look. *Forgot to ask the first post, but can I get a description of Raxern?*
Stealth: 24
*it succeeds. He's a 5'6" Tiefling looking fellow, if it weren't for the thick & rough looking skin, pointed teeth, lizard like eyes, & small black nubs that are his claws, as he's a Tanar'ri. He wears simple black clothing, sheeths & straps for the all the gear around the scene.*
He sits there, placing the guitar down.
She continues to watch him from her cover.
*Zylna's description, if you need it as well.*
A 3'2 short figure, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood, and her figure was clearly feminine. The bottom half of her face, except for her mouth area, has bandages on it. She also has bright yellow eyes.
Look at pfp as well.
*I know 'little theif', hehehe, cudos if you remember what I'm quoting.*
He mutter a little to himself as he puts his head in his hands, leaning the arms on his knees.
*Ahhhh, Arrow, yes?*
She moves to get into cover that is closer.
Stealth: 33
*Thara, she say 'Little theif' Because there's over 4 foot height difference.*
She's as close as can be behind the closest tree. He's muttering somthing along the likes of "stupid, [1gp]ing existence." And other improper sentences along the same accord.
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Im gonna interact by adding in my newer character*
A young man, about 28-30, stands, watching the tree's burn. He has pale skin with cuts over the bridge of his nose that are a dark red, blonde hair that is floofy and kept to one side (PFP), and thick wooden earrings that are made of dark wood. He wears a black button-up shirt, a white vest with silver buttons, simple pants, thick boots, two satchels filled with medical supplies, and a long black metal pole in one hand.
He's now carving something into the guitar with his short nubs that are his claws, oblivious to the world around him.
The man taps each burning branch with his staff, and with each tap, the fire goes out in a puff of smoke. "Do not harm tree's young man!"
"I'm not in the mood, so shut up. I didn't even set them on fire." There's anger in his voice that fails to come out correctly, or at all.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Hmm... yah, I'l so somethin.*
Zylna watches from behind a burnt-up stump, staying out of sight.
The fires have now died, & Rāxern sits there, anger still reminiscing, but clearly rampaging doesn't do anything.
Zylna snuck around the stump and moved closer, taking position behind another tree closer to him to take a good look. *Forgot to ask the first post, but can I get a description of Raxern?*
Stealth: 24
*it succeeds. He's a 5'6" Tiefling looking fellow, if it weren't for the thick & rough looking skin, pointed teeth, lizard like eyes, & small black nubs that are his claws, as he's a Tanar'ri. He wears simple black clothing, sheeths & straps for the all the gear around the scene.*
He sits there, placing the guitar down.
She continues to watch him from her cover.
*Zylna's description, if you need it as well.*
A 3'2 short figure, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood, and her figure was clearly feminine. The bottom half of her face, except for her mouth area, has bandages on it. She also has bright yellow eyes.
Look at pfp as well.
*I know 'little theif', hehehe, cudos if you remember what I'm quoting.*
He mutter a little to himself as he puts his head in his hands, leaning the arms on his knees.
*Ahhhh, Arrow, yes?*
She moves to get into cover that is closer.
Stealth: 33
*Thara, she say 'Little theif' Because there's over 4 foot height difference.*
She's as close as can be behind the closest tree. He's muttering somthing along the likes of "stupid, [1gp]ing existence." And other improper sentences along the same accord.
Zylna simply just watches him for the time being.
*Lol, I really like playing short characters. Also short races, like goblins, kobolds, I even tried making a gnome one time, but it never really sparked.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
A bird picks up a twig from the ground and flies into a tree.
He glances over at it, sort of staring. The fire's have died now so the bird is safe, the trees are only warm.
The bird stares back.
"What do you want?" He says quietly, muddled anger in his voice.
The bird flies over, shifting into a human before rolling onto the ground. "You alright?"
"Does any of this or the song seem 'alright'?" He waves both his arms at the area around them.
"Are you alright?"
"No. How is that not clear?"
"Do you need anything?"
"I don't know. No, I do, I need to know what the [1gp] I'm feeling right now."
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Hmm... yah, I'l so somethin.*
Zylna watches from behind a burnt-up stump, staying out of sight.
The fires have now died, & Rāxern sits there, anger still reminiscing, but clearly rampaging doesn't do anything.
Zylna snuck around the stump and moved closer, taking position behind another tree closer to him to take a good look. *Forgot to ask the first post, but can I get a description of Raxern?*
Stealth: 24
*it succeeds. He's a 5'6" Tiefling looking fellow, if it weren't for the thick & rough looking skin, pointed teeth, lizard like eyes, & small black nubs that are his claws, as he's a Tanar'ri. He wears simple black clothing, sheeths & straps for the all the gear around the scene.*
He sits there, placing the guitar down.
She continues to watch him from her cover.
*Zylna's description, if you need it as well.*
A 3'2 short figure, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood, and her figure was clearly feminine. The bottom half of her face, except for her mouth area, has bandages on it. She also has bright yellow eyes.
Look at pfp as well.
*I know 'little theif', hehehe, cudos if you remember what I'm quoting.*
He mutter a little to himself as he puts his head in his hands, leaning the arms on his knees.
*Ahhhh, Arrow, yes?*
She moves to get into cover that is closer.
Stealth: 33
*Thara, she say 'Little theif' Because there's over 4 foot height difference.*
She's as close as can be behind the closest tree. He's muttering somthing along the likes of "stupid, [1gp]ing existence." And other improper sentences along the same accord.
Zylna simply just watches him for the time being.
*Lol, I really like playing short characters. Also short races, like goblins, kobolds, I even tried making a gnome one time, but it never really sparked.*
Even though he knows it doesn't work, he grabs a bolt & snaps it to let out anger or get enjoyment. He feels nothing, tossing the snapped bolt away.
Some lone trees are burning, it seems like they've burned for almost as long as they could. The trees have all sorts of slash marks & two of the trees have daggers in them, sickle lays next to another tree, & a bandolier of flasks lays inbetween the last trees. Rāxern sits in the middle of all this, loaded crossbow next to him with all the bolts strewn across the ground. He plucks at a guitar in the middle of this scene of still chaos. The plucking goes from random, to some little riff, before he just puts it together & sings A little Bit Off to himself, clearly meaning his words.
*Hmm... yah, I'l so somethin.*
Zylna watches from behind a burnt-up stump, staying out of sight.
The fires have now died, & Rāxern sits there, anger still reminiscing, but clearly rampaging doesn't do anything.
Zylna snuck around the stump and moved closer, taking position behind another tree closer to him to take a good look. *Forgot to ask the first post, but can I get a description of Raxern?*
Stealth: 24
*it succeeds. He's a 5'6" Tiefling looking fellow, if it weren't for the thick & rough looking skin, pointed teeth, lizard like eyes, & small black nubs that are his claws, as he's a Tanar'ri. He wears simple black clothing, sheeths & straps for the all the gear around the scene.*
He sits there, placing the guitar down.
She continues to watch him from her cover.
*Zylna's description, if you need it as well.*
A 3'2 short figure, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood, and her figure was clearly feminine. The bottom half of her face, except for her mouth area, has bandages on it. She also has bright yellow eyes.
Look at pfp as well.
*I know 'little theif', hehehe, cudos if you remember what I'm quoting.*
He mutter a little to himself as he puts his head in his hands, leaning the arms on his knees.
*Ahhhh, Arrow, yes?*
She moves to get into cover that is closer.
Stealth: 33
*Thara, she say 'Little theif' Because there's over 4 foot height difference.*
She's as close as can be behind the closest tree. He's muttering somthing along the likes of "stupid, [1gp]ing existence." And other improper sentences along the same accord.
Zylna simply just watches him for the time being.
*Lol, I really like playing short characters. Also short races, like goblins, kobolds, I even tried making a gnome one time, but it never really sparked.*
Even though he knows it doesn't work, he grabs a bolt & snaps it to let out anger or get enjoyment. He feels nothing, tossing the snapped bolt away.
Zylna looks around, then sneaks to go get the daggers out of the trees, while still remaining hidden from Raxern.
24
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*I know 'little theif', hehehe, cudos if you remember what I'm quoting.*
He mutters a little to himself as he puts his head in his hands, leaning the arms on his knees.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Ahhhh, Arrow, yes?*
She moves to get into cover that is closer.
Stealth: 22
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*Im gonna interact by adding in my newer character*
A young man, about 28-30, stands, watching the tree's burn. He has pale skin with cuts over the bridge of his nose that are a dark red, blonde hair that is floofy and kept to one side (PFP), and thick wooden earrings that are made of dark wood. He wears a black button-up shirt, a white vest with silver buttons, simple pants, thick boots, two satchels filled with medical supplies, and a long black metal pole in one hand.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No. How is that not clear?"
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Do you need anything?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
He's now carving something into the guitar with his short nubs that are his claws, oblivious to the world around him.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*yo just a heads up, Rāxern is a very obvious Demon, specifically Tanar'ri, just wanted you to know so yall don't think he's some Humanoid.*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The man taps each burning branch with his staff, and with each tap, the fire goes out in a puff of smoke. "Do not harm tree's young man!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Thara, she say 'Little theif' Because there's over 4 foot height difference.*
She's as close as can be behind the closest tree. He's muttering somthing along the likes of "stupid, [1gp]ing existence." And other improper sentences along the same accord.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Yoyo*
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"I'm not in the mood, so shut up. I didn't even set them on fire." There's anger in his voice that fails to come out correctly, or at all.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Zylna simply just watches him for the time being.
*Lol, I really like playing short characters. Also short races, like goblins, kobolds, I even tried making a gnome one time, but it never really sparked.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I don't know. No, I do, I need to know what the [1gp] I'm feeling right now."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Even though he knows it doesn't work, he grabs a bolt & snaps it to let out anger or get enjoyment. He feels nothing, tossing the snapped bolt away.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*But the yoyo man ju-uhp, nope, already made that joke, Heya!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*Has anyone read SCP 5004? Warning: It's political (comedy) for those who don't like that.*
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Zylna looks around, then sneaks to go get the daggers out of the trees, while still remaining hidden from Raxern.
24
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*ghost has gotten you addicted, hasn't he?*
*Who doesn't like SCP's?*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.