*waiting to see if reading the book, or wandering around does anything to help find the dungeon (coughlinkcough)*
*Make an investigation check*
*ok* 18
*liiiink*
*Yus*
As you flip through the book, you look at the spot where it sat and notice a raised lump in the back of the shelf.
xach reached into the space and felt along the raised lump
*link i did a thing and i need you to tell me what happends plz*
*Hey Chara how about you be patient because not everyone is terminally online like you there's a thing called touching grass try it*
*A: rude. B: im not terminaly online. C: that comment was over half a hour ago, and naner already said something. like im sorry im impatient i dont try to be, and it was one message. you dont have to act like i said somthing a dozen times about it*
*A:that was the point B: I don't care C: I know and this is not the first time you have done stuff like this*
Thros is swinging a semi-transparet glaive in the courtyard
A young guy with spiky brown hair wearing leather armor swings a sword against a training dummy, in careful strikes, denting the dummy. He grins and waves at Thros.
"... So it's not a school, it's just a military training camp for kids?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
Morgana is observing, curious.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"We... have tutoring? And student council elections? And dances? I think that's sorta school-like..."
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
*A:that was the point B: I don't care C: I know and this is not the first time you have done stuff like this*
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A young guy with spiky brown hair wearing leather armor swings a sword against a training dummy, in careful strikes, denting the dummy. He grins and waves at Thros.
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"... Oh. Huh. I wouldn't know, but that does sound more school-like."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
He practices maneuvers against imaginary opponents, trying to move gracefully, but stumbling a bit with his large frame and armor
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
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he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"So... you haven't been to school before or something?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
She walk's up to him. "Um. Excuse me. What are you doing...?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"No, not really. First time. From what I've seen, it's all pretty useless, but what can I do."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Practicing. You?"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"So you can... do cool stuff?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"I mean... yeah? Not especially so, but yeah."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"I guess watching you practice."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"That's cool, I guess." He says, shrugging. "Like what?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"I mean... do you want me to demonstrate...?"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Would it hurt me?"
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
"...why?"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Maybe? I don't really know how your mind works... It might melt your brain, or it might not..."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?