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10 yrs ago
Current The Hateful eight has me inspired, whose ready for a western RP?
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10 yrs ago
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! WHEN THE GALAXY BURNS, WE WILL DEFINE RIGHTEOUSNESS!
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10 yrs ago
[i]BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! WHEN THE GALAXY BURNS, WE WILL DEFINE RIGHTEOUSNESS![/i]
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BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!
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I'll be posting today
BTW a note on Jo'ari I forgot to add is she has a pretty thick, classic khajit accent like as in what they are in skyrim
OH OK
S' wit wasn't a specific person was it?
Jo'ari was startled by the dunmer, she hadn't expected him to be so aggressive. She had watched him for a bit upon waking, she was quiet so it wasn't surprising he just now saw her. Jo'ari didn't know what to think of Ilvel, he was always so hostile to every one, but he never tried to secluded himself... never strayed far from other slaves unless commanded to. Jo'ari had been a slave for about 5 or 6 years now... she wasn't sure timekeeping was hard, but Ilvel had already been a slave, and she wasn't sure for how long. "Oh... nothing! You woke me up with your thrashing... don't be so quick to wake!" She added a small snarl at this, not a hostile one more off an angry tired one. She sat up a bit, and checked the lynx like fur that stood at the top tips of her ears, she was happy they had never been cut, she liked that her hair grew that way. "But now we're awake, so you may as well prepare for when the masters get here... I'm sure it won't be long"
Yea guys come on, I'm sure golem will have the ic up by today or tomorrow right?
"Name... my... name..." the ghostly knight had not been asked for his name in... well he was unsure if just how long had passed. He began running through most all the words in his memory, desperately searching for something to call himself... what was his name? Finally a word caught his attention... it would have to do, "I... was once... ca... called... Gilligan... long ago..." hopefully that would suffice. Though the number of the living had quickly grown since the fight, with more coming from seemingly no where. A strange girl with floating orbs, her soul two very different sides of the same coin. A boy already walking... his soul lobotomized... and temperamental... and fraying. Another woman long in hair... and with the least of corrupted spirits... and a white haired man... wielder of the relic... but his soul carried terror... and the bloodthirsty amulet only inflamed the aggressive soul... a strange group... Gilligan was unsure if they truly knew about even themselves. Gilligan... he would have to become use to calling himself that. Again his vision strayed to the Crimson one... Sable... her soul was strange to him... almost familiar... again memory overtook him... bright light and green grass... a wide beautiful field... and the form of a person... obscured by the sun... and again he was wrenched back to his half existence... how strange...
Returning his attention to the man before him, the soldier managed to sputter out, "You seek... the relics... I will accompany you... and... sable... this... is... Un... ne... negoti... negotiable..."
I imagine not. Starting is the longest and toughest part, I'm sure golem will have it up by tomorrow
Jatch sat at the bar for awhile when the heavily armed and armored human walked in, he liked to be the first person at anonymous meetings, get a good look at who may be employing him or who he may be working with. So he sat at the bar pretending to be interested in the bartender, which wasn't to hard as she was asari, when really keeping an eye on the heavily armed man sitting in a booth. He certainly didn't seem like an amateur, his weapons looked high end and his armor wasn't flashy, good. If Jatch had to work with him he was glad if the human knew what he was doing. Rookies were to unpredictable, and Jatch had been done with unpredictable when he left the blood pack.

He drank a few shots at the bar, waiting for either whoever his next employer was to show up, or something else exciting to happen. Hopefully any one else Jatch ended up working with looked as professional as the human, but he didn't have high expectations.
Yea I'm sure it'll be up soon
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