Wherever you are, whatever just happened, however old you are. Whether its from a stab, an illness, or of old age, you let out a large sigh, and go still. Death. The only certain thing in this cruel world. It doesn't matter if you were loved, or if people were with you in your final moments. Nothing makes a difference. Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes, and it takes, and it takes. Your heart stops, and the air leaves your lungs.
And you breath in...
Rules:
1. No PVP.
2. If you wish to meet a friend from your past at this here Bar, PM me about it.
3. Please do not use overly vulgar language (such as repeated swearing or the f%&@ word)
4. Respect people!
5. If an argument gets out of hand, there is always PMs to talk about it so it doesn't clutter up the main thread.
6. Please keep things appropriate. This includes 18+ scenes or content (Fade to black/suggestive scenarios). We are not aware of the age of thread participants or how comfortable they are with it, so please keep things down and be mindful of these kinds of things. If you and other players would like to do things like this, please take it to a PM.
7. Please go easy on quote chains for ease of mobile users. If someone has very long chains, please let them know in a respectful way.
8. Have fun (A.K.A Chill)
Lore:
As air fills your lungs, you sit up. The sand you sit on feels like silk, and you can hear the ocean splashing peacefully behind you. A few meters up the beach there is a wooden bar. No tavern, just a beach bar. A woman sits on a stool behind it, sipping Orange juicefrom a class cup. She goes by the name of Sally. The bar itself is shaped like a u, curving around Sally and her stool. It has swirling carvings engraved in its oak wood front, and armchairs are dotted around it for people to sit on. Behind the bar there are two circular portals. They look as if they could just about fit a goliath, but nothing bigger. The left one is a swirl of blue and grey, and the other of purple, black and a little white. Beyond them is the quietest jungle you have ever seen. There is a small jetty going into the sea, next to which bobs a man in his small sailboat. His name is Jhon, and he will take you wherever you wish to go. This is a place for story telling, for sharing tales of your life before you move on to hell or heaven. Sally says the gods created this place, but it seems as though she may have had a hand in it's creation. As you breath out, you are ready to share those secrets you took to the grave, and, finally, relax.
*If you want to join, just have your character sit up on the beach and you can jump straight in*
Faint music plays throughout this place. Here is a link to it: Chill
*Yes, another Tavern. But it's needed.* (It most certainly is. I recommend we hold this beach as a tribute to Nothic the Legend.
Wherever you are, whatever just happened, however old you are. Whether its from a stab, an illness, or of old age, you let out a large sigh, and go still. Death. The only certain thing in this cruel world. It doesn't matter if you were loved, or if people were with you in your final moments. Nothing makes a difference. Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes, and it takes, and it takes (should be one more "and it takes" here).(Really, Drummer?) Your heart stops, and the air leaves your lungs.
And you breath in...
Rules:
1. No PVP.
2. If you wish to meet a friend from your past at this here Bar, PM me about it.
3. Please do not use overly vulgar language (such as repeated swearing or the f%&@ word)
4. Respect people!
5. If an argument gets out of hand, there is always PMs to talk about it so it doesn't clutter up the main thread.
6. Please keep things appropriate. This includes 18+ scenes or content (Fade to black/suggestive scenarios). We are not aware of the age of thread participants or how comfortable they are with it, so please keep things down and be mindful of these kinds of things. If you and other players would like to do things like this, please take it to a PM.
7. Please go easy on quote chains for ease of mobile users. If someone has very long chains, please let them know in a respectful way.
8. Have fun (A.K.A Chill)
Lore:
As air fills your lungs, you sit up. The sand you sit on feels like silk, and you can hear the ocean splashing peacefully behind you. A few meters up the beach there is a wooden bar. No tavern, just a beach bar. A woman sits on a stool behind it, sipping Orange juicefrom a class cup. She goes by the name of Sally. The bar itself is shaped like a u, curving around Sally and her stool. It has swirling carvings engraved in its oak wood front, and armchairs are dotted around it for people to sit on. Behind the bar there are two circular portals. They look as if they could just about fit a goliath, but nothing bigger. The left one is a swirl of blue and grey, and the other of purple, black and a little white. Beyond them is the quietest jungle you have ever seen. There is a small jetty going into the sea, next to which bobs a man in his small sailboat. His name is Jhon(John), and he will take you wherever you wish to go. This is a place for story telling, for sharing tales of your life before you move on to hell or heaven. Sally says the Gods(little g, probably?) created this place, but it seems as though she may have had a hand in it's creation. As you breath out, you are ready to share those secretes(secrets) you took to the grave, and, finally, relax.
*If you want to join, just have your character sit up on the beach and you can jump straight in*
Faint music plays throughout this place. Here is a link to it: Chill
It's time to relax, my friend.
Okay, now starting:
An old man opens his eyes on the beach. He lays there for a few minutes, pondering what has happened. He realises he is dead. He gets up slowly, and leans on his jade dragon cane. He walks up to the bar. "Hello, Sally," he says. "May I get a glass of water? I have just arrived, and am very weary from the long journey it took me to get here." he pauses and looks to the portals. "May I ask what those are for?" he says, pointing.
*Yes, another Tavern. But it's needed.* (It most certainly is. I recommend we hold this beach as a tribute to Nothic the Legend.
Wherever you are, whatever just happened, however old you are. Whether its from a stab, an illness, or of old age, you let out a large sigh, and go still. Death. The only certain thing in this cruel world. It doesn't matter if you were loved, or if people were with you in your final moments. Nothing makes a difference. Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes, and it takes, and it takes (should be one more "and it takes" here).(Really, Drummer?) Your heart stops, and the air leaves your lungs.
And you breath in...
Rules:
1. No PVP.
2. If you wish to meet a friend from your past at this here Bar, PM me about it.
3. Please do not use overly vulgar language (such as repeated swearing or the f%&@ word)
4. Respect people!
5. If an argument gets out of hand, there is always PMs to talk about it so it doesn't clutter up the main thread.
6. Please keep things appropriate. This includes 18+ scenes or content (Fade to black/suggestive scenarios). We are not aware of the age of thread participants or how comfortable they are with it, so please keep things down and be mindful of these kinds of things. If you and other players would like to do things like this, please take it to a PM.
7. Please go easy on quote chains for ease of mobile users. If someone has very long chains, please let them know in a respectful way.
8. Have fun (A.K.A Chill)
Lore:
As air fills your lungs, you sit up. The sand you sit on feels like silk, and you can hear the ocean splashing peacefully behind you. A few meters up the beach there is a wooden bar. No tavern, just a beach bar. A woman sits on a stool behind it, sipping Orange juicefrom a class cup. She goes by the name of Sally. The bar itself is shaped like a u, curving around Sally and her stool. It has swirling carvings engraved in its oak wood front, and armchairs are dotted around it for people to sit on. Behind the bar there are two circular portals. They look as if they could just about fit a goliath, but nothing bigger. The left one is a swirl of blue and grey, and the other of purple, black and a little white. Beyond them is the quietest jungle you have ever seen. There is a small jetty going into the sea, next to which bobs a man in his small sailboat. His name is Jhon(John), and he will take you wherever you wish to go. This is a place for story telling, for sharing tales of your life before you move on to hell or heaven. Sally says the Gods(little g, probably?) created this place, but it seems as though she may have had a hand in it's creation. As you breath out, you are ready to share those secretes(secrets) you took to the grave, and, finally, relax.
*If you want to join, just have your character sit up on the beach and you can jump straight in*
Faint music plays throughout this place. Here is a link to it: Chill
It's time to relax, my friend.
Okay, now starting:
An old man opens his eyes on the beach. He lays there for a few minutes, pondering what has happened. He realises he is dead. He gets up slowly, and leans on his jade dragon cane. He walks up to the bar. "Hello, Sally," he says. "May I get a glass of water? I have just arrived, and am very weary from the long journey it took me to get here." he pauses and looks to the portals. "May I ask what those are for?" he says, pointing.
*Look in the lore to read my corrections*
Yes, this is now a tribute to Nothic the legend. Hamilton Reigns supreme. Jhon is spelt that way in honor of my first ever cult, and gods and secrets have now been corrected. Thanks for your input, SPaG Worshiper. (An enemy of a cult I am half king of)
Sally spins you a crystal class of crystal clear water. "They're for relaxation, my friend."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Yes, another Tavern. But it's needed.* (It most certainly is. I recommend we hold this beach as a tribute to Nothic the Legend.
Wherever you are, whatever just happened, however old you are. Whether its from a stab, an illness, or of old age, you let out a large sigh, and go still. Death. The only certain thing in this cruel world. It doesn't matter if you were loved, or if people were with you in your final moments. Nothing makes a difference. Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes, and it takes, and it takes (should be one more "and it takes" here).(Really, Drummer?) Your heart stops, and the air leaves your lungs.
And you breath in...
Rules:
1. No PVP.
2. If you wish to meet a friend from your past at this here Bar, PM me about it.
3. Please do not use overly vulgar language (such as repeated swearing or the f%&@ word)
4. Respect people!
5. If an argument gets out of hand, there is always PMs to talk about it so it doesn't clutter up the main thread.
6. Please keep things appropriate. This includes 18+ scenes or content (Fade to black/suggestive scenarios). We are not aware of the age of thread participants or how comfortable they are with it, so please keep things down and be mindful of these kinds of things. If you and other players would like to do things like this, please take it to a PM.
7. Please go easy on quote chains for ease of mobile users. If someone has very long chains, please let them know in a respectful way.
8. Have fun (A.K.A Chill)
Lore:
As air fills your lungs, you sit up. The sand you sit on feels like silk, and you can hear the ocean splashing peacefully behind you. A few meters up the beach there is a wooden bar. No tavern, just a beach bar. A woman sits on a stool behind it, sipping Orange juicefrom a class cup. She goes by the name of Sally. The bar itself is shaped like a u, curving around Sally and her stool. It has swirling carvings engraved in its oak wood front, and armchairs are dotted around it for people to sit on. Behind the bar there are two circular portals. They look as if they could just about fit a goliath, but nothing bigger. The left one is a swirl of blue and grey, and the other of purple, black and a little white. Beyond them is the quietest jungle you have ever seen. There is a small jetty going into the sea, next to which bobs a man in his small sailboat. His name is Jhon(John), and he will take you wherever you wish to go. This is a place for story telling, for sharing tales of your life before you move on to hell or heaven. Sally says the Gods(little g, probably?) created this place, but it seems as though she may have had a hand in it's creation. As you breath out, you are ready to share those secretes(secrets) you took to the grave, and, finally, relax.
*If you want to join, just have your character sit up on the beach and you can jump straight in*
Faint music plays throughout this place. Here is a link to it: Chill
It's time to relax, my friend.
Okay, now starting:
An old man opens his eyes on the beach. He lays there for a few minutes, pondering what has happened. He realises he is dead. He gets up slowly, and leans on his jade dragon cane. He walks up to the bar. "Hello, Sally," he says. "May I get a glass of water? I have just arrived, and am very weary from the long journey it took me to get here." he pauses and looks to the portals. "May I ask what those are for?" he says, pointing.
*Look in the lore to read my corrections*
Yes, this is now a tribute to Nothic the legend. Hamilton Reigns supreme. Jhon is spelt that way in honor of my first ever cult, and gods and secrets have now been corrected. Thanks for your input, SPaG Worshiper. (An enemy of a cult I am half king of)
Sally spins you a crystal class of crystal clear water. "They're for relaxation, my friend."
Hey, I am not a member of SPaG, and I am also a part of the Lazy Grammar Cult. I just think the initial post should be grammatically correct.
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I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The old man gazes into the portal, wondering what he will find on the other side. He enters.
As you walk in, waves of calmness wass over you, until you feel so free that its like your not attached to your body anymore. You come out the other side.
You see space, the wonderous thing it is, above you. Twinkling stars, gas giants, space dust, it's all here. With the chill music still playing in the background, you sit down in the big pile of cushions and beanbags that covers all the rocks around you. As you lay back, you almost soak into them, as you watch the spectacle above you.
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
An elf, eladrin to be specific, lies on the sand, as they suddenly inhale. He stands up, slowly looking around, his eyes seeming to smile without ever changing his facial expression. He is OLD, and keep in mind, this is an eladrin. He walks to the bar, and leans against it, running his hands over the carvings in the oak. "Greetings," he says to Sally. His voice sounds like the crack of stone against stone, but at the same time, like the whisper of fall leaves, rustling as the air stirs. A voice seeming to come from within your own head, and from all around you.
"Is that... Orange Juice?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
An elf, eladrin to be specific, lies on the sand, as they suddenly inhale. He stands up, slowly looking around, his eyes seeming to smile without ever changing his facial expression. He is OLD, and keep in mind, this is an eladrin. He walks to the bar, and leans against it, running his hands over the carvings in the oak. "Greetings," he says to Sally. His voice sounds like the crack of stone against stone, but at the same time, like the whisper of fall leaves, rustling as the air stirs. A voice seeming to come from within your own head, and from all around you.
"Is that... Orange Juice?"
"Yes, my friend. Would you like some?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
An elf, eladrin to be specific, lies on the sand, as they suddenly inhale. He stands up, slowly looking around, his eyes seeming to smile without ever changing his facial expression. He is OLD, and keep in mind, this is an eladrin. He walks to the bar, and leans against it, running his hands over the carvings in the oak. "Greetings," he says to Sally. His voice sounds like the crack of stone against stone, but at the same time, like the whisper of fall leaves, rustling as the air stirs. A voice seeming to come from within your own head, and from all around you.
"Is that... Orange Juice?"
"Yes, my friend. Would you like some?"
"I would love some."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
An elf, eladrin to be specific, lies on the sand, as they suddenly inhale. He stands up, slowly looking around, his eyes seeming to smile without ever changing his facial expression. He is OLD, and keep in mind, this is an eladrin. He walks to the bar, and leans against it, running his hands over the carvings in the oak. "Greetings," he says to Sally. His voice sounds like the crack of stone against stone, but at the same time, like the whisper of fall leaves, rustling as the air stirs. A voice seeming to come from within your own head, and from all around you.
"Is that... Orange Juice?"
"Yes, my friend. Would you like some?"
"I would love some."
She spins a crystal class onto the bar, fills it with fresh Orange juice, and hands it to you. "Have you any tales to tell?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
An elf, eladrin to be specific, lies on the sand, as they suddenly inhale. He stands up, slowly looking around, his eyes seeming to smile without ever changing his facial expression. He is OLD, and keep in mind, this is an eladrin. He walks to the bar, and leans against it, running his hands over the carvings in the oak. "Greetings," he says to Sally. His voice sounds like the crack of stone against stone, but at the same time, like the whisper of fall leaves, rustling as the air stirs. A voice seeming to come from within your own head, and from all around you.
"Is that... Orange Juice?"
"Yes, my friend. Would you like some?"
"I would love some."
She spins a crystal class onto the bar, fills it with fresh Orange juice, and hands it to you. "Have you any tales to tell?"
"Oh, yes. I would need a... considerable amount of time to remember all of them, though." He breathes in the scent of the juice, then takes a sip.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
*Yes, another Tavern. But it's needed.*
Wherever you are, whatever just happened, however old you are. Whether its from a stab, an illness, or of old age, you let out a large sigh, and go still. Death. The only certain thing in this cruel world. It doesn't matter if you were loved, or if people were with you in your final moments. Nothing makes a difference. Death doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes, and it takes, and it takes. Your heart stops, and the air leaves your lungs.
And you breath in...
Rules:
1. No PVP.
2. If you wish to meet a friend from your past at this here Bar, PM me about it.
3. Please do not use overly vulgar language (such as repeated swearing or the f%&@ word)
4. Respect people!
5. If an argument gets out of hand, there is always PMs to talk about it so it doesn't clutter up the main thread.
6. Please keep things appropriate. This includes 18+ scenes or content (Fade to black/suggestive scenarios). We are not aware of the age of thread participants or how comfortable they are with it, so please keep things down and be mindful of these kinds of things. If you and other players would like to do things like this, please take it to a PM.
7. Please go easy on quote chains for ease of mobile users. If someone has very long chains, please let them know in a respectful way.
8. Have fun (A.K.A Chill)
Lore:
As air fills your lungs, you sit up. The sand you sit on feels like silk, and you can hear the ocean splashing peacefully behind you. A few meters up the beach there is a wooden bar. No tavern, just a beach bar. A woman sits on a stool behind it, sipping Orange juice from a class cup. She goes by the name of Sally. The bar itself is shaped like a u, curving around Sally and her stool. It has swirling carvings engraved in its oak wood front, and armchairs are dotted around it for people to sit on. Behind the bar there are two circular portals. They look as if they could just about fit a goliath, but nothing bigger. The left one is a swirl of blue and grey, and the other of purple, black and a little white. Beyond them is the quietest jungle you have ever seen. There is a small jetty going into the sea, next to which bobs a man in his small sailboat. His name is Jhon, and he will take you wherever you wish to go. This is a place for story telling, for sharing tales of your life before you move on to hell or heaven. Sally says the gods created this place, but it seems as though she may have had a hand in it's creation. As you breath out, you are ready to share those secrets you took to the grave, and, finally, relax.
*If you want to join, just have your character sit up on the beach and you can jump straight in*
Faint music plays throughout this place. Here is a link to it: Chill
It's time to relax, my friend.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Oh my god, Drummer, again with the Orange juice? I can't blame you though. It's good.*
Corrections:
Okay, now starting:
An old man opens his eyes on the beach. He lays there for a few minutes, pondering what has happened. He realises he is dead. He gets up slowly, and leans on his jade dragon cane. He walks up to the bar. "Hello, Sally," he says. "May I get a glass of water? I have just arrived, and am very weary from the long journey it took me to get here." he pauses and looks to the portals. "May I ask what those are for?" he says, pointing.
*Look in the lore to read my corrections*
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
Yes, this is now a tribute to Nothic the legend. Hamilton Reigns supreme. Jhon is spelt that way in honor of my first ever cult, and gods and secrets have now been corrected. Thanks for your input, SPaG Worshiper. (An enemy of a cult I am half king of)
Sally spins you a crystal class of crystal clear water. "They're for relaxation, my friend."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The man picks up the glass and takes a sip. "What do you mean?" he asks.
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
"It's something you can't describe. You will have to go and see."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"If I go through it, will I be able to come back?"
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
"If you wish to come back, you always may. But I know of many who wished to stay."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Thank you Drummer, for this. I will come back here soon.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Hey, I am not a member of SPaG, and I am also a part of the Lazy Grammar Cult. I just think the initial post should be grammatically correct.
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
The old man limps over to the portal on the right. He hesitates for a moment, and then looks to Sally. "What is beyond this gate?" he asks.
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
"Incredible things."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
The old man gazes into the portal, wondering what he will find on the other side. He enters.
I'm Hecate! I've got a lotta titles, and there's no way this sig space would hold them all lol
remember that my PMs are always open to anyone who needs someone to talk to, vent to, or just shout at, and i'll always respond relatively quickly
The Younger Twin (by ten minutes)
Extended signature: Here
*Would an undead character be acceptable?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Go for it*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
As you walk in, waves of calmness wass over you, until you feel so free that its like your not attached to your body anymore. You come out the other side.
You see space, the wonderous thing it is, above you. Twinkling stars, gas giants, space dust, it's all here. With the chill music still playing in the background, you sit down in the big pile of cushions and beanbags that covers all the rocks around you. As you lay back, you almost soak into them, as you watch the spectacle above you.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
An elf, eladrin to be specific, lies on the sand, as they suddenly inhale. He stands up, slowly looking around, his eyes seeming to smile without ever changing his facial expression. He is OLD, and keep in mind, this is an eladrin. He walks to the bar, and leans against it, running his hands over the carvings in the oak. "Greetings," he says to Sally. His voice sounds like the crack of stone against stone, but at the same time, like the whisper of fall leaves, rustling as the air stirs. A voice seeming to come from within your own head, and from all around you.
"Is that... Orange Juice?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Yes, my friend. Would you like some?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"I would love some."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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She spins a crystal class onto the bar, fills it with fresh Orange juice, and hands it to you. "Have you any tales to tell?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Oh, yes. I would need a... considerable amount of time to remember all of them, though." He breathes in the scent of the juice, then takes a sip.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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