Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Frederick runs off and comes back with Kota, a tall boy with a bow slung to his shoulder, his hair tied into a ponytail. Kota kneels next to Bob and casts “Calm Emotions.”
Bob slowly stops sobbing and the dirt stops boiling "thanks" he sniffles petting Fred the bunny
“It no problem. But no hurt machine. Machine good.”
"I sowwyz. was scared. bad monsters in head. me head HURTS
“That no good…”
"what you means?"
“That bad! Why monsters in head? I monster and I good.”
"bad monsters in head.... scawy.... me see bad bad things....head hurtses"
“Be calm. Kota help.”
"who....kota....."
“He Kota.”
*Bob Jr. is kinda stunned and cant really see where Fredrick was pointing but he does notice that there is someone there*
"he fwend?*
“He kindness man.”
"goodses.." he gets up and starts walking to the pavilion
*sorry for leaving so suddenly and not telling you bananer: I forgot that I had to do something and then I had to log off and do it*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*I only have one character (who is currently in an rp) but I can make him leave the rp I guess....*
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*I only have one character (who is currently in an rp) but I can make him leave the rp I guess....*
*Or we could bend space and time. That happens quite often.*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*Yeah, sometimes. But now I'm RPing with Clover, and her char sheet is on this account.*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
*Yeah, sometimes. But now I'm RPing with Clover, and her char sheet is on this account.*
*#donthaveacharactersheet4bobjr.
*You don't really need one, but it's useful for me to stay out characters that I'll be using a lot.*
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
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DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
*Yes. Yes we do.*
She puts away her bow, walking up to him.
"Aww, you're scared? Hah."
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Faster and faster as darkness descends. You trip and you fall but can't get up again. This tale has been written with blood staining pen. You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
*Yes. Yes we do.*
She puts away her bow, walking up to him.
"Aww, you're scared? Hah."
The grass and flowers around them start shriveling incredibly fast. in seconds insects and worms start popping out of the earth having seizures.
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
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Jason starts working on the metal and sings quietly.
*Rolling is optional if you wanna know the song*
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
“What are you singing?”
*gtg.*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"A song."
*Bruh*
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
*AH they gave Oprah a car*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*HI I'M HERE*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
"goodses.." he gets up and starts walking to the pavilion
*sorry for leaving so suddenly and not telling you bananer: I forgot that I had to do something and then I had to log off and do it*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*Hello, there! Wouldst thou dost crave RPimg?*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*I only have one character (who is currently in an rp) but I can make him leave the rp I guess....*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*Or we could bend space and time. That happens quite often.*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*Bob Jr is now at the pavilion*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*gonz are you ever going to go back to gonz2?*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
Clover Chancel is in the arena, shooting arrows from her bow with dangerous efficiency, a dark glint In her eyes.
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*Yeah, sometimes. But now I'm RPing with Clover, and her char sheet is on this account.*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*in camp what time is it btw?*
Bob Jr. flinches every time an arrow hits its mark.
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*#donthaveacharactersheet4bobjr.*
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*9:05. Usually, it's EST unless otherwise stated, as it takes place in NY.*
Clover chuckles, turning to Bob Jr.
"Hello, there..."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*You don't really need one, but it's useful for me to stay out characters that I'll be using a lot.*
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
*you guys really do bend the rules of time and space a LOT: last time I was on it was basically dinnertime and now its after breakfast, not to mention the fact that the arena and mess hall/pavilion are between a half mile and a mile away from each other*
Bob Jr. flinches and starts backing away, petting Fred his pet bunny muttering "scary.... scary.... scary..."
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk
*Yes. Yes we do.*
She puts away her bow, walking up to him.
"Aww, you're scared? Hah."
Faster and faster as darkness descends.
You trip and you fall but can't get up again.
This tale has been written with blood staining pen.
You’re here for this page but won’t see how it ends.
My Baalze given title is The Last of All Kings
The grass and flowers around them start shriveling incredibly fast. in seconds insects and worms start popping out of the earth having seizures.
DM for the Daufuskie Dungeon Delvers. Happily a bookworm. Call me Tree. Creator and owner of the Tree Cult. ( I AM NOT THE FOCUS OF THE CULT!!!! ITS A GROUP OF PEOPLE WHO LIKE TREES!!!!!)
PM me the word BOOKS PM me the word TREE PM me if you wanna talk