A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like... serving a god. Seems boring."
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like... serving a god. Seems boring."
"Knowing you're in the service of something greater? Knowing you're on the right path?"
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like... serving a god. Seems boring."
"Knowing you're in the service of something greater? Knowing you're on the right path?"
"I mean... I don't mean to be rude or anything, but a lot of gods are kinda rude and stupid."
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like... serving a god. Seems boring."
"Knowing you're in the service of something greater? Knowing you're on the right path?"
"I mean... I don't mean to be rude or anything, but a lot of gods are kinda rude and stupid."
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like... serving a god. Seems boring."
"Knowing you're in the service of something greater? Knowing you're on the right path?"
"I mean... I don't mean to be rude or anything, but a lot of gods are kinda rude and stupid."
"Clearly, you haven't read enough holy texts"
"Haven't read any, actually. Seems like a waste of time."
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like... serving a god. Seems boring."
"Knowing you're in the service of something greater? Knowing you're on the right path?"
"I mean... I don't mean to be rude or anything, but a lot of gods are kinda rude and stupid."
"Clearly, you haven't read enough holy texts"
"Haven't read any, actually. Seems like a waste of time."
A woman in shining silver armor, with a grey tabard walks through the dungeon, a equally shining longsword at her side
She stumbles across a young woman, seemingly human, but with a strange opalescent shine to her skin. She has a large scar on her right eye, alongsides a mechanical eye as well, and the scar tissue shines with an even more prominent sheen. Her left arm is a mechanical prosthetic, inlaid with carvings of stars. She appears to be tinkering with something.
"Greetings."
She jumps a bit, almost dropping whatever she's working on, before looking up. "Oh! Hi! Didn't see you there."
"Yes, I can see you were distracted. What were you working on?"
"Oh! Nothing, really. Just a little trinket!"
"Okay. A machinist then?"
"Yeah! I even made my arm and eyeball. Some of my greatest works!"
"...fascinating"
"Thanks! Who're you?"
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean like... serving a god. Seems boring."
"Knowing you're in the service of something greater? Knowing you're on the right path?"
"I mean... I don't mean to be rude or anything, but a lot of gods are kinda rude and stupid."
"Clearly, you haven't read enough holy texts"
"Haven't read any, actually. Seems like a waste of time."
"Then how can you judge them?"
"My mom was cast down from the heavens and punished for no fault of her own. Think I can judge 'em pretty well for that."
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"If anyone is planning on establishing a temple,guild house or any kind of establishment let me know because it is possible albeit expensive...*
*oooh that'd be funnn...*
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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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"...fascinating"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Thanks! Who're you?"
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Immerral Galanodel, Knight of torm"
*Every god(gp)nm time I play her, she early on meets someone with a disability, and she gets all weird about it because she has issues!*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Oooh! That's a nice name. Dunno what a 'torm' is, though."
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
Ability scores: 12 13 14 14 13 14
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"The god of duty and righteousness. Patron god of paladins"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
*LMFAO rip captain*
Extended signature
"... Huh. Sounds boring, really."
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*?*
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"What do you mean?"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"I mean like... serving a god. Seems boring."
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Knowing you're in the service of something greater? Knowing you're on the right path?"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"I mean... I don't mean to be rude or anything, but a lot of gods are kinda rude and stupid."
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Clearly, you haven't read enough holy texts"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"Haven't read any, actually. Seems like a waste of time."
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"Then how can you judge them?"
"You remember me. Just think a little harder"
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
"My mom was cast down from the heavens and punished for no fault of her own. Think I can judge 'em pretty well for that."
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
"If anyone is planning on establishing a temple,guild house or any kind of establishment let me know because it is possible albeit expensive...*
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*oooh that'd be funnn...*
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.
Hiya, there! My name’s Gonzalo, but you can call me whatever. I tend to frequent RP threads on this site, and you’ll probably find me there. Nice meeting you!
*what about say… a band?*
he/they. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.