*sure I only have the Caverns of Fenrir open currently naner has his own but i'm unsure how his works*
Cethenain meanders over to wherever the nearest dungeon is, humming to themselves as they haul around their massive lance. They're looking for a way out, or better, a way into a cave that might lead out of the school.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*sure I only have the Caverns of Fenrir open currently naner has his own but i'm unsure how his works*
Cethenain meanders over to wherever the nearest dungeon is, humming to themselves as they haul around their massive lance. They're looking for a way out, or better, a way into a cave that might lead out of the school.
Blake stood right next to the door where the dungeon is and noticed Cethenain come and say, "Hey kiddo, did you apply to raid this dungeon?"
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads Admin of the Academy
"Ah- ... No. Entering dungeons is just another outlet for learning here. If you beat one, you don't leave. You stay here to continue your education! ... Wait, did you say you couldn't read?!"
They take a toothpick from their pocket and stick it in their mouth, nodding. "Yes ma'am, I sure as hell can't read. Never wanted to." They sound proud of this, like it's some sort of achievement. "Mother raised me right, cross my heart and hope to die with a gun in my hand and a smoke in the mouth." They think for a moment, hmming. "Hope your security's tight. Should be a fun activity to occupy me for a little while."
"... Gun? Like a dart gun? Or a blowgun?"
"Like a-" They stick their hands in their pockets, suddenly looking distraught. "Took my bootgun too? The [gp]ers. Aw hell, I've wound up in some stone age kiddie jail. Damn it all. Gun ain't worth explaining, that's a whole lotta science and sound effects I'll save for another time."
"Ah- I'll have you know, our security is top notch!"
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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.
*... I have like, 30 something charts and most of them are dead. Either by being murdered, or fading away into the obscurity of forgetfulness.*
*I never got to traumatize a char of yours*
*i had uhhh. two.*
*hi Cyno*
*hello :) can I do a dungeon*
*sure I only have the Caverns of Fenrir open currently naner has his own but i'm unsure how his works*
*OOH I WANNA DO DUNGEON*
Professor Blake Edwin is by the entrance of the dungeons underneath the school, shouting Line up, kiddos!! (Blake Edwin is a stoutly built man with a shaggy beard, blond hair, blue eyes, and a childish grin while he hoisted his sword on his shoulder.)
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads Admin of the Academy
*... I have like, 30 something charts and most of them are dead. Either by being murdered, or fading away into the obscurity of forgetfulness.*
*I never got to traumatize a char of yours*
*i had uhhh. two.*
*hi Cyno*
*hello :) can I do a dungeon*
*sure I only have the Caverns of Fenrir open currently naner has his own but i'm unsure how his works*
*OOH I WANNA DO DUNGEON*
Professor Blake Edwin is by the entrance of the dungeons underneath the school, shouting Line up, kiddos!! (Blake Edwin is a stoutly built man with a shaggy beard, blond hair, blue eyes, and a childish grin while he hoisted his sword on his shoulder.)
Faeyries walks up to Blake, curious.
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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.
*sure I only have the Caverns of Fenrir open currently naner has his own but i'm unsure how his works*
Cethenain meanders over to wherever the nearest dungeon is, humming to themselves as they haul around their massive lance. They're looking for a way out, or better, a way into a cave that might lead out of the school.
Blake stood right next to the door where the dungeon is and noticed Cethenain come and say, "Hey kiddo, did you apply to raid this dungeon?"
"Nope! Application process for dungeons? What is this, office work?" They lean on their lance. "How do I apply to go in there?"
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Another new student, this one also wearing scruffy stuff, including wizard's robes, and wearing straps around their wrists
*While you guys are talking about characters, I'm over here making my first second character for a thread*
*MIND IF I~!?*
A young man in bright white and rust-red clothes, including a jacket and sweater, approaches. He's generically attractive, but not by much. He more exudes an aura that makes things around him look good than looking good in and of himself. "Hey there. You new too?"
"Ah- ... No. Entering dungeons is just another outlet for learning here. If you beat one, you don't leave. You stay here to continue your education! ... Wait, did you say you couldn't read?!"
They take a toothpick from their pocket and stick it in their mouth, nodding. "Yes ma'am, I sure as hell can't read. Never wanted to." They sound proud of this, like it's some sort of achievement. "Mother raised me right, cross my heart and hope to die with a gun in my hand and a smoke in the mouth." They think for a moment, hmming. "Hope your security's tight. Should be a fun activity to occupy me for a little while."
"... Gun? Like a dart gun? Or a blowgun?"
"Like a-" They stick their hands in their pockets, suddenly looking distraught. "Took my bootgun too? The [gp]ers. Aw hell, I've wound up in some stone age kiddie jail. Damn it all. Gun ain't worth explaining, that's a whole lotta science and sound effects I'll save for another time."
"Ah- I'll have you know, our security is top notch!"
"We'll see." They whistle, looking back up at the tower. "And where can someone get a good drink or food around here? And explain how a school works, exactly."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Another new student, this one also wearing scruffy stuff, including wizard's robes, and wearing straps around their wrists
*While you guys are talking about characters, I'm over here making my first second character for a thread*
*MIND IF I~!?*
A young man in bright white and rust-red clothes, including a jacket and sweater, approaches. He's generically attractive, but not by much. He more exudes an aura that makes things around him look good than looking good in and of himself. "Hey there. You new too?"
"Yeah"
*Never roleplayed a 5 Cha, this is going to be fun*
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Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem; they are my D&D children.
"Ah- ... No. Entering dungeons is just another outlet for learning here. If you beat one, you don't leave. You stay here to continue your education! ... Wait, did you say you couldn't read?!"
They take a toothpick from their pocket and stick it in their mouth, nodding. "Yes ma'am, I sure as hell can't read. Never wanted to." They sound proud of this, like it's some sort of achievement. "Mother raised me right, cross my heart and hope to die with a gun in my hand and a smoke in the mouth." They think for a moment, hmming. "Hope your security's tight. Should be a fun activity to occupy me for a little while."
"... Gun? Like a dart gun? Or a blowgun?"
"Like a-" They stick their hands in their pockets, suddenly looking distraught. "Took my bootgun too? The [gp]ers. Aw hell, I've wound up in some stone age kiddie jail. Damn it all. Gun ain't worth explaining, that's a whole lotta science and sound effects I'll save for another time."
"Ah- I'll have you know, our security is top notch!"
"We'll see." They whistle, looking back up at the tower. "And where can someone get a good drink or food around here? And explain how a school works, exactly."
"Go to the Cafeteria. Basically, you go to classes, and teachers like me will teach you stuff. You'll be able to go explore dungeons and other fun stuff. Try not to die. Death gives us a lot of paperwork to fill out."
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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.
*sure I only have the Caverns of Fenrir open currently naner has his own but i'm unsure how his works*
Cethenain meanders over to wherever the nearest dungeon is, humming to themselves as they haul around their massive lance. They're looking for a way out, or better, a way into a cave that might lead out of the school.
Blake stood right next to the door where the dungeon is and noticed Cethenain come and say, "Hey kiddo, did you apply to raid this dungeon?"
"Nope! Application process for dungeons? What is this, office work?" They lean on their lance. "How do I apply to go in there?"
"You have to apply at the main office; the headmaster won't let me bring people who haven't gone through the right channels into the dungeon, sorry."
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads Admin of the Academy
*... I have like, 30 something charts and most of them are dead. Either by being murdered, or fading away into the obscurity of forgetfulness.*
*I never got to traumatize a char of yours*
*i had uhhh. two.*
*hi Cyno*
*hello :) can I do a dungeon*
*sure I only have the Caverns of Fenrir open currently naner has his own but i'm unsure how his works*
*OOH I WANNA DO DUNGEON*
Professor Blake Edwin is by the entrance of the dungeons underneath the school, shouting Line up, kiddos!! (Blake Edwin is a stoutly built man with a shaggy beard, blond hair, blue eyes, and a childish grin while he hoisted his sword on his shoulder.)
Faeyries walks up to Blake, curious.
"Do you have the proper forms for a dungeon exploration?"
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads Admin of the Academy
"Go to the Cafeteria. Basically, you go to classes, and teachers like me will teach you stuff. You'll be able to go explore dungeons and other fun stuff. Try not to die. Death gives us a lot of paperwork to fill out."
"Classes? What kinds of classes?" They frown. "I need a damn map.."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*... I have like, 30 something charts and most of them are dead. Either by being murdered, or fading away into the obscurity of forgetfulness.*
*I never got to traumatize a char of yours*
*i had uhhh. two.*
*hi Cyno*
*hello :) can I do a dungeon*
*sure I only have the Caverns of Fenrir open currently naner has his own but i'm unsure how his works*
*OOH I WANNA DO DUNGEON*
Professor Blake Edwin is by the entrance of the dungeons underneath the school, shouting Line up, kiddos!! (Blake Edwin is a stoutly built man with a shaggy beard, blond hair, blue eyes, and a childish grin while he hoisted his sword on his shoulder.)
Faeyries walks up to Blake, curious.
"Do you have the proper forms for a dungeon exploration?"
"Yep! ... I think!"
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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.
*sure I only have the Caverns of Fenrir open currently naner has his own but i'm unsure how his works*
Cethenain meanders over to wherever the nearest dungeon is, humming to themselves as they haul around their massive lance. They're looking for a way out, or better, a way into a cave that might lead out of the school.
Blake stood right next to the door where the dungeon is and noticed Cethenain come and say, "Hey kiddo, did you apply to raid this dungeon?"
"Nope! Application process for dungeons? What is this, office work?" They lean on their lance. "How do I apply to go in there?"
"You have to apply at the main office; the headmaster won't let me bring people who haven't gone through the right channels into the dungeon, sorry."
They groan. "Paperwork, applications, all this damn BS. How about I go in on your authority, huh? I mean, I'm enrolled here you know. I'm not an illegal."
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*... I have like, 30 something charts and most of them are dead. Either by being murdered, or fading away into the obscurity of forgetfulness.*
*I never got to traumatize a char of yours*
*i had uhhh. two.*
*hi Cyno*
*hello :) can I do a dungeon*
*sure I only have the Caverns of Fenrir open currently naner has his own but i'm unsure how his works*
*OOH I WANNA DO DUNGEON*
Professor Blake Edwin is by the entrance of the dungeons underneath the school, shouting Line up, kiddos!! (Blake Edwin is a stoutly built man with a shaggy beard, blond hair, blue eyes, and a childish grin while he hoisted his sword on his shoulder.)
Faeyries walks up to Blake, curious.
"Do you have the proper forms for a dungeon exploration?"
"Yep! ... I think!"
"Hold out your hand, please, so I can confirm registration."
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads Admin of the Academy
"Go to the Cafeteria. Basically, you go to classes, and teachers like me will teach you stuff. You'll be able to go explore dungeons and other fun stuff. Try not to die. Death gives us a lot of paperwork to fill out."
"Classes? What kinds of classes?" They frown. "I need a damn map.."
"Oh! A map! Ah..."
She rummages through her robes, before handing him a map of the campus. The school is a large, five pointed star, with towers on all of the points. In the middle, there's a large courtyard with a few outdoor classes. Most of the rooms are in various buildings dotted around the courtyard, or in the towers.
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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.
*... I have like, 30 something charts and most of them are dead. Either by being murdered, or fading away into the obscurity of forgetfulness.*
*I never got to traumatize a char of yours*
*i had uhhh. two.*
*hi Cyno*
*hello :) can I do a dungeon*
*sure I only have the Caverns of Fenrir open currently naner has his own but i'm unsure how his works*
*OOH I WANNA DO DUNGEON*
Professor Blake Edwin is by the entrance of the dungeons underneath the school, shouting Line up, kiddos!! (Blake Edwin is a stoutly built man with a shaggy beard, blond hair, blue eyes, and a childish grin while he hoisted his sword on his shoulder.)
Faeyries walks up to Blake, curious.
"Do you have the proper forms for a dungeon exploration?"
"Yep! ... I think!"
"Hold out your hand, please, so I can confirm registration."
"Alrighty!"
They hold out their hand.
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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 young man in bright white and rust-red clothes, including a jacket and sweater, approaches. He's generically attractive, but not by much. He more exudes an aura that makes things around him look good than looking good in and of himself. "Hey there. You new too?"
"Yeah"
*Never roleplayed a 5 Cha, this is going to be fun*
*Make sure they're still fun to play as and with!*
"Awesome. I'm in Mannith. What house you in?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Cethenain meanders over to wherever the nearest dungeon is, humming to themselves as they haul around their massive lance. They're looking for a way out, or better, a way into a cave that might lead out of the school.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Blake stood right next to the door where the dungeon is and noticed Cethenain come and say, "Hey kiddo, did you apply to raid this dungeon?"
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads Admin of the Academy
PM me the word avocado :P
"Ah- I'll have you know, our security is top notch!"
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
Professor Blake Edwin is by the entrance of the dungeons underneath the school, shouting Line up, kiddos!! (Blake Edwin is a stoutly built man with a shaggy beard, blond hair, blue eyes, and a childish grin while he hoisted his sword on his shoulder.)
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads Admin of the Academy
PM me the word avocado :P
Faeyries walks up to Blake, curious.
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
"Nope! Application process for dungeons? What is this, office work?" They lean on their lance. "How do I apply to go in there?"
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*MIND IF I~!?*
A young man in bright white and rust-red clothes, including a jacket and sweater, approaches. He's generically attractive, but not by much. He more exudes an aura that makes things around him look good than looking good in and of himself. "Hey there. You new too?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"We'll see." They whistle, looking back up at the tower. "And where can someone get a good drink or food around here? And explain how a school works, exactly."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Yeah"
*Never roleplayed a 5 Cha, this is going to be fun*
Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem; they are my D&D children.
"Go to the Cafeteria. Basically, you go to classes, and teachers like me will teach you stuff. You'll be able to go explore dungeons and other fun stuff. Try not to die. Death gives us a lot of paperwork to fill out."
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 have to apply at the main office; the headmaster won't let me bring people who haven't gone through the right channels into the dungeon, sorry."
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads Admin of the Academy
PM me the word avocado :P
"Do you have the proper forms for a dungeon exploration?"
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads Admin of the Academy
PM me the word avocado :P
"Classes? What kinds of classes?" They frown. "I need a damn map.."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Yep! ... I think!"
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
They groan. "Paperwork, applications, all this damn BS. How about I go in on your authority, huh? I mean, I'm enrolled here you know. I'm not an illegal."
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Hold out your hand, please, so I can confirm registration."
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons threads Admin of the Academy
PM me the word avocado :P
"Oh! A map! Ah..."
She rummages through her robes, before handing him a map of the campus. The school is a large, five pointed star, with towers on all of the points. In the middle, there's a large courtyard with a few outdoor classes. Most of the rooms are in various buildings dotted around the courtyard, or in the towers.
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
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
"Alrighty!"
They hold out their hand.
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
*Make sure they're still fun to play as and with!*
"Awesome. I'm in Mannith. What house you in?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels