no problem hunabun, I am good at taking flak, please do feel free to throw it.
Also, when you return your witch will most likely have much higher skill in mind magic, and may even learn a little 'silver magic'. I can explain what the latter is in pm's if you wish.
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Hmm Godfather that post lol.
I am okay with this one time, but in the future can we try not to do that xD. Infact, why don't we work on a collab.
I am okay with this one time, but in the future can we try not to do that xD. Infact, why don't we work on a collab.
Kaalee said
No I am fine with it the conversation was just opened and closed without one word from me. It was just kind of weird.
I apologize for this, if you would like we can do a small interaction between Jameson and your character.
Not only that but we can now discuss your say in the matter.
What do you want done with this?
good post.
Pumpkin takes the cake for me (Ha! It takes the CAKE, get it XDDD)
dont you just love pies?
Man they are gooood.
Man they are gooood.
nice toasts guys, I myself have finished popping.
Samuel awoke to the sound of pleasant music, and the feeling of a not so pleasant migraine. He massaged his sore head with an open palm and began to right himself. It took him a moment, but upon fully awaking he found that he was once again completely fresh, not only that but those strings that had appeared earlier filled the room. He noticed a new string that had not been there previously. He could not begin to guess how he knew the difference between each string, or what that difference was, but he was able to confidently tell each individual one apart. Not only that but he was able to immediately determine which one belonged to him, and which one belonged to the man who had greeted him earlier.
That thought reminded him, he was in a mansion of sorts, surrounded by lavish furnishings and top of the line decorations. True, the flowers on his bedside were a tad withered but nevertheless it was rather impressive, to think that such luxury living still existed in a post apocalyptic world..
His mind trailed whilst studying his surrounding and his eye found their way to a closet door, he got up and opened it. Within was his clothing. He dressed with relevant ease, even though he had no real idea how he was able to properly do so. He then grabbed a nearby walking cane that he believed suited his current attire and strolled out of his room with relevant grace.
For awhile he wandered the grand halls, patch worked with expensive paintings from artists he did not know, and decorated with the most stunning detail, for some odd reason he felt at home. For a long while he walked, no real direction or state of urgency, simply taking in this lush lifestyle. That was until he ran into the very man that had greeted him at the gate, and been so kind as too grant him rest.
He did however notice that the man was in the middle of a conversation, so Samuel waited. Slowly he had been regaining his sense of thought, and, with the help of the little voice inside his head, he was beginning to be capable of speaking in a linear fashion.
That thought reminded him, he was in a mansion of sorts, surrounded by lavish furnishings and top of the line decorations. True, the flowers on his bedside were a tad withered but nevertheless it was rather impressive, to think that such luxury living still existed in a post apocalyptic world..
His mind trailed whilst studying his surrounding and his eye found their way to a closet door, he got up and opened it. Within was his clothing. He dressed with relevant ease, even though he had no real idea how he was able to properly do so. He then grabbed a nearby walking cane that he believed suited his current attire and strolled out of his room with relevant grace.
For awhile he wandered the grand halls, patch worked with expensive paintings from artists he did not know, and decorated with the most stunning detail, for some odd reason he felt at home. For a long while he walked, no real direction or state of urgency, simply taking in this lush lifestyle. That was until he ran into the very man that had greeted him at the gate, and been so kind as too grant him rest.
He did however notice that the man was in the middle of a conversation, so Samuel waited. Slowly he had been regaining his sense of thought, and, with the help of the little voice inside his head, he was beginning to be capable of speaking in a linear fashion.
We have three votes for, I went ahead and posted as Jameson, I will simply remove the post if we decide to go back on this decision for some reason after hearing from the others.
exactly.
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