"would you work for crayons if you were old nenough?"
“No, he scawwy and mommy no want me to.”
"but what about YOU what would YOU have chosen?"
“No know! Me no like choices.”
"pick"
He covers his ears. “ME NO LIKE DECISIONS!”
Bob pulls out his spear and points it at him "PICK!" he thunders
intimadation: 24
*NAT 20!!!!!!! (I have a +4 modifier on my charisma...)*
Frederick screams. “NO KNOW!” He genuinely does not know. Frederick runs away.
*dang I'm too intimidating LOL....*
"WAIT!!!!! COME BACK!!!" he chases after him
lso charisma persuasion check: 5
*dang.... automatic failure...*
Frederick keeps running, crying.
because of his longer legs Bob starts catching up "WAIT!!!! PLEASE!!!!! I WAS SCARED!!!! I DIDN'T WANT TO KNOW SOMEONE WHO HAD FOUGHT WITH THE THINGS THAT KILLED MY MOMMY!!!!!!!! I'M SORRY!!!!!"
“Me hate you! You scawwy!”
he just stops tears streaming down his face and he turns and runs into the woods *the ones inside camp*
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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
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
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
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Caleb is fueling a feud between two Hermes kids, providing them both with a supply of snowballs so that they may reign havoc upon each other.
Clover is watching, holding a knife.
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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.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Caleb is fueling a feud between two Hermes kids, providing them both with a supply of snowballs so that they may reign havoc upon each other.
Clover is watching, holding a knife.
*Murber? Clover commit Murber?*
*Yes.*
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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.
A teenager (forgot the age) wearing glasses, plain white shirt with the collar down, a bow tie, tan pants, and a green sweater walks over, holding a book
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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
A teenager (forgot the age) wearing glasses, plain white shirt with the collar down, a bow tie, tan pants, and a green sweater walks over, holding a book
As he walks away from the girl, his skin becomes pale, and his clothes change color to black. His hair darkens from brown to black.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
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he just stops tears streaming down his face and he turns and runs into the woods *the ones inside camp*
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!*
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
*hello!*
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.*
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
*.olleH*
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
*blop*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Caleb is fueling a feud between two Hermes kids, providing them both with a supply of snowballs so that they may reign havoc upon each other.
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.”
**spawns with new character design**
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
Lockland walks to Caleb. "You find this interesting that you supply them with snowballs?"
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
*want to rp?*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Clover is watching, holding a knife.
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
*Need to intro my new character so yes*
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
Sortops is talking with an unknown girl.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Murber? Clover commit Murber?*
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
*Yes.*
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
A teenager (forgot the age) wearing glasses, plain white shirt with the collar down, a bow tie, tan pants, and a green sweater walks over, holding a book
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
*MURBERER!*
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
He nods. “Yeah, it’s fun to watch.”
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.”
He looks over to Clover, waving. Knives aren’t an uncommon occurrence here.
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.”
As he walks away from the girl, his skin becomes pale, and his clothes change color to black. His hair darkens from brown to black.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.