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19 hrs ago
Current Depression is a bitch.
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7 days ago
*laser eyes* NAY BEGONE, GREYHAWK IS BETTER
8 days ago
Pathfinder > Dungeons and Dragons
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9 days ago
"I am NOT! A MORON!" "Well, how about now? NOW WHO'S A MORON?" "Could a MORON PUNCH! YOU! INTO! THIS! PIT? Huh? Could a moron do THAT?" "Uh oh."
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11 days ago
Okay ya'll keep saying wanna chat, go make an interest thread ffs. Or better yet go to the guild discord.
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@Lurking Krog maybe we can say Hammerhand and Jormund took the drinking contest too far, it's time to build that legendary uncle lore
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A pool of muddied crimson spread upon the wet ground where the body lay, lifeless bloody and mangled without a head - Clive slumped to the ground on his knees, his bare chest heaving shivering in the rain as he held his arms close.

'He..He's dead...We...' the legs of his pants stained with the blood of the dead man he had fell to his knees before, his breast rising and falling breathing ragged gasps in vain to pace his heart as it beat against his chest - thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump... his russet hair damp from the downpour shrouded his face, which was a mixture of disbelief and relief.

"We..We did it!" the farmhand uttered, trying to catch his breath and calm his rapidly beating heart, Clive breathed in and out, in the end he hadn't done nothing but he made Zigmund pay for all he did...

"Clive, Barracker," MacKenzie called to them, the least hurt of everyone. "Please, help Fenna... and Adam..." she looked around and saw that the ruined temple entrance had crumbled into such a way that there was a shelter - an alcove of sorts - big enough for all of them to wait out the rain and wait for the village of Cherrad to come with medicine. "...that shelter, there."


โ€œOn your feet, soldier,โ€ he said warmly. Then looked at Sil wherever she was, and told the falcon. โ€œShe is going to be fine.โ€ Then as they walked a pace manageable for Fenna, Barracker mentioned to his comrade in arms. โ€œYou caused Zigmund quite a bit of trouble with that spear of yours.โ€


Barracker taking their injured companion up, helping Fenna to her feet made the southerner smile "Darn tootin' you both fought well." Though he wasn't too badly injured Clive's body was a patchwork of bruises, cuts and with no shirt to shield him from the elements the rain and wind bit him with a cold in his aching joints.

Still the farmer grunted struggling to his feet giving Zigmund's lifeless body one last look before saying "I ain't sure who you are but I'd be deader than a doornail without that dang shield of yours." Clive gave the pale stranger named Barracker a light clap on the shoulder.

He didn't say anything to Fenna, though the look he gave her said enough behind his shaggy mess of hair were a set of worried eyes but also the same warm he always had. Clive, put on a brave face to mask his worry for the allies he solemnly vowed to protect and following the fight his mind was filled with doubts.

Once all was said and done, the group took shelter in the old ruins away from the relentless rain that poured from the heaven's like angels tears Clive laid against a cold stone wall he looked almost tired, rubbing his aching shoulder watching everyone go about. Zell, that roguish bastard definitely made a gamble in what he did, so did James who sat a bit aways looking withdrawn meanwhile Adam made sure everyone was looked after then MacKenzie approached him.

"Clive," she began, her tone replicating the surprise she felt when he'd first appeared on his ethereal steed. Unsure quite how to word it, she just did her best; "How are you here? You were..." She shook her head, mystified. "What happened?"


Grunting the farmer slowly rose to his feet, he looked no worse for wear other than the bruises and cuts covering his body like a patchwork of knicks and scratches all over his chest and upper body, his hair was a mess and he had a tired look in his eyes but still the same old smile on his face.

"What kinda gosh darn greetin' is that?" Clive straightening up twinged slightly feeling a pain in his back he hissed "Ooh, that's smarts..." he leaned back against a wall and looked at his friend dropping his candor he answered MacKenzie best he could with a sigh he explained he awoke somewhere in the hills where a group of robed figures surrounded him they had wanted to take him somewhere, where? He hadn't cared, because something called to him the winds cried and echoed and he fled leaving them.

"Didn't quite understand how or why them strangers gave me life but I swore I'd do all in my power to protect you all, a right good job I did." the southerner looked down shaking his head with a sigh.

He was given a second chance, and yet he wasn't strong enough to kill Zigmund let alone protect them from him, he tried to shake these thoughts instead focusing on the positives taking a deep breath "No use moping about it...I'm just glad ya'll are alright." a warm smile returned to his face, he laughed loud and hard finally relaxing both washed by a wave of fatigue and relief once more that everything was going to be okay.
Working on something rn
Busy last couple days will get to reading good and proper and posting within the next day or so.
It feels a bit jarring, so I'm gonna have trouble writing with this but I'll try
I think it is very funny (and super fuckin cringe) that a game like Stellar Blade is making the worst coomers on the internet start acting like video games need to have sexy women otherwise they're trash. Way to poison the well with your wanna be Nier game, guys. That'll help people rally to your weird crusade. No notes.


You know what's funny people are having a hard time playing the game because they walked into it expecting it to be exactly like Nier.


Wordage: 511 (+1 points) | Experience: 11/20 EXP
Location: Nyakuza Metro

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Osvald's stoic expression remained unchanged as he endured the veritable deluge of rain themed puns unleashed upon him, Nadiaโ€™s jovial banter and playful wordplay already grating on the scholar's nerves.

โ€˜How annoying,โ€™ he thought to himself while outwardly the broad shouldered mage bit his tongue to bridle his disapproval, slightly his head shook from side to side and he sighed roughly as he kneaded his forehead with blistered and calloused hands Osvald exchanged a look with Therion as if to ask โ€™Is she always like this?โ€™

Opting to keep his disapproval silent the scholar chose to ignore the feral's frivolous banter only exuding an air of irritation that belied unimpressed look on his face. Fortunately it wasn't the plan to linger in the rain-soaked cobbled streets of the city, so Osvald's patience wore less thin.

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In the dark empty ruins King's Station, Osvald couldn't help but marvel at the abandoned state of the place from the quiet hustle and bustle of the city to the dark yawning emptiness of the area, though no tram line awaited them nor tracks could be seen the bell they rang that summoned the stag shouldn't have surprised him.

As the Seekers navigated the tunnels of the Under from the dark melancholy that hung over the City of Tears, the quiet empty ruins of Kingโ€™s Station and back to the deserted hamlet of Dirtmouth.

Osvald couldn't help but be taken aback by the bizarre sights that surrounded them, from the peculiar methods of transportation to the bright neon lights and signs of Nyakuza Metro. Each new experience seemingly more outlandish than the last, were it not for him being freed he surely would have questioned his very sanity in the face of such fantastical phenomenon.

Merely he took in his surroundings, marveling at the annoyingly bright garish signs and lights of the city that seemed completely parallel to the City of Tears with it's dimly lit streets and tall dark spires that rose above the inky waters below.

The mere thought of frolicking amidst the chaos and revelry of this place struck a nerve deep within Osvald, as a man of knowledge and discipline the scholar detested the frivolity and unpredictability that such places embodied. He found the idea of wasting time and resources indulging in such mindless activity to be of little interest.

With a steely expression on his frowny face, Osvald fixed the feral with a piercing look that spoke volumes about his stalwart disapproval of the idea โ€œHmphโ€ฆSounds like a ridiculous waste of time, we should go to our destination and not indulge in such useless endeavors.โ€ despite the excitement and enthusiasm of his companions he crossed his arms, grumbling ever the party pooper.

In his mind, there were far more important matters at hand than whimsical escapades in a neon-lit metropolis made for felines, Osvald relaxed his shoulders slightly and sighed โ€œIf we must then at least find suitable lodgings...โ€ the grizzled man grumbled.
Guess you could say Zigmund wasn't ahead of the game bah dum tsss
Sorry for it being so short. But there it is. I wanna leave the big finish to Zell xD
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