I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
A 5'9 woman walks in. Her hair is a light fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs under her ribs behind her back, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved light brown tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out on top of a crop top, and a pair of studded shiny black leather gloves, some black cloth pants that are also spread out at the ankles, and she has on some plain shoes. From the bit of skin able to be seen, she's very muscular.
*I was bored, so I decided to bring Sharlene back so I could rp her later. Since I'm heading off after this, just ignore this post, I'll repost this this evening and actually be able to rp then. Beware for those of you who are thinking of fighting her, the past three months of me not getting on has allowed her to become significantly stronger than the last time she was here. >:D*
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Lancelot walks into the tavern. He smacks his head on the door frame as a he does, rubbing his forehead, he sits down and orders a beer. Slipping as he gets up to stretch his back.
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
Lancelot walks into the tavern. He smacks his head on the door frame as a he does, rubbing his forehead, he sits down and orders a beer. Slipping as he gets up to stretch his back.
Lancelot walks into the tavern. He smacks his head on the door frame as a he does, rubbing his forehead, he sits down and orders a beer. Slipping as he gets up to stretch his back.
Gravedigger walks over
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I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
Lancelot walks into the tavern. He smacks his head on the door frame as a he does, rubbing his forehead, he sits down and orders a beer. Slipping as he gets up to stretch his back.
Gravedigger walks over
“Oh, hey! I guess I’m here again, fancy a beer?” (Forgot to mention, he speaks with a heavy new zealandish accent)
Lancelot walks into the tavern. He smacks his head on the door frame as a he does, rubbing his forehead, he sits down and orders a beer. Slipping as he gets up to stretch his back
Lancelot walks into the tavern. He smacks his head on the door frame as a he does, rubbing his forehead, he sits down and orders a beer. Slipping as he gets up to stretch his back
Raphael waves to him. "Who might you be?"
*Description?*
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lancelot walks into the tavern. He smacks his head on the door frame as a he does, rubbing his forehead, he sits down and orders a beer. Slipping as he gets up to stretch his back
Raphael waves to him. "Who might you be?"
*Description?*
*Young man, shoulder length Brown hair with bright blue eyes, he wears a silver breastplate and gauntlets over a brown cloak with the hood up.* “Ello! Me names Lancelot! They call me Lancelot the doer of courageously stupid deeds. Quite the tile, I know. Who are you?” He speaks with a heavy new zealandish accenr
Lancelot walks into the tavern. He smacks his head on the door frame as a he does, rubbing his forehead, he sits down and orders a beer. Slipping as he gets up to stretch his back
Raphael waves to him. "Who might you be?"
*Description?*
*Young man, shoulder length Brown hair with bright blue eyes, he wears a silver breastplate and gauntlets over a brown cloak with the hood up.* “Ello! Me names Lancelot! They call me Lancelot the doer of courageously stupid deeds. Quite the tile, I know. Who are you?” He speaks with a heavy new zealandish accenr
"You may call me Raphael. Nice to meet you, Mr. Lancelot. May I ask how you got said title?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Lancelot walks into the tavern. He smacks his head on the door frame as a he does, rubbing his forehead, he sits down and orders a beer. Slipping as he gets up to stretch his back
Raphael waves to him. "Who might you be?"
*Description?*
*Young man, shoulder length Brown hair with bright blue eyes, he wears a silver breastplate and gauntlets over a brown cloak with the hood up.* “Ello! Me names Lancelot! They call me Lancelot the doer of courageously stupid deeds. Quite the tile, I know. Who are you?” He speaks with a heavy new zealandish accenr
"You may call me Raphael. Nice to meet you, Mr. Lancelot. May I ask how you got said title?"
“Um. Well i often do stupid things but people think of them as brave. And stupid. Like this one time I was in a fighting tournament, and I was going to fight this dude who was really really good at fighting, but he had just one a fight and was really beat up so I gave him a potion of healing so it would be a fair fight. It sounds like so much worse if an idea after I did it.”
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(Anyone on?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
(Helooooo?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
*12.*
*She can enter via Anvae's magic tree portal thing*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A 5'9 woman walks in. Her hair is a light fiery red (not like actual fire, ginger), and it hangs under her ribs behind her back, her amber eyes look around the room as she studies the people in it. She wears a long-sleeved light brown tunic with the ends of the sleeves spreading out on top of a crop top, and a pair of studded shiny black leather gloves, some black cloth pants that are also spread out at the ankles, and she has on some plain shoes. From the bit of skin able to be seen, she's very muscular.
*I was bored, so I decided to bring Sharlene back so I could rp her later. Since I'm heading off after this, just ignore this post, I'll repost this this evening and actually be able to rp then. Beware for those of you who are thinking of fighting her, the past three months of me not getting on has allowed her to become significantly stronger than the last time she was here. >:D*
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.
Lancelot walks into the tavern. He smacks his head on the door frame as a he does, rubbing his forehead, he sits down and orders a beer. Slipping as he gets up to stretch his back.
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(Hello)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
(Greetings) *vulcan salute*
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(How are you?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
(Fine, you wanna rp?)
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(Sure)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
Lancelot walks into the tavern. He smacks his head on the door frame as a he does, rubbing his forehead, he sits down and orders a beer. Slipping as he gets up to stretch his back.
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Gravedigger walks over
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
“Oh, hey! I guess I’m here again, fancy a beer?” (Forgot to mention, he speaks with a heavy new zealandish accent)
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*Anyone on?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*me*
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Lancelot walks into the tavern. He smacks his head on the door frame as a he does, rubbing his forehead, he sits down and orders a beer. Slipping as he gets up to stretch his back
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Raphael waves to him. "Who might you be?"
*Description?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Young man, shoulder length Brown hair with bright blue eyes, he wears a silver breastplate and gauntlets over a brown cloak with the hood up.*
“Ello! Me names Lancelot! They call me Lancelot the doer of courageously stupid deeds. Quite the tile, I know. Who are you?” He speaks with a heavy new zealandish accenr
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"You may call me Raphael. Nice to meet you, Mr. Lancelot. May I ask how you got said title?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“Um. Well i often do stupid things but people think of them as brave. And stupid. Like this one time I was in a fighting tournament, and I was going to fight this dude who was really really good at fighting, but he had just one a fight and was really beat up so I gave him a potion of healing so it would be a fair fight. It sounds like so much worse if an idea after I did it.”
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