GUUUUUUUYS.
WTF HAPPENED TO THE WIND?
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8 yrs ago
Sometimes I don’t feel like writing but then I look at the rest of these forums and realize they’re dead af so I can’t be dead af either
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9 yrs ago
I am tired and very stressed - I will probably not be able to push out any replies for some time.
9 yrs ago
Will be away for three days - near to absolutely no internet. I'm afraid.
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9 yrs ago
I swear to God all the icons on the page turned into emojis for a moment...
9 yrs ago
I think I’m starting to be known on the guild as the guy who expresses interest in RPs but never joins
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In a corner of the Crossroads Inn, two figures were conversing in whispers. One seemed to be a bulky thug, a belt of knives across his chest and a morningstar slung over his back. The other was a diminutive yet somehow intimidating figure hooded in black.
"Did you get him?" the figure started.
"What do you think?" the bulky thug replied.
"Yes. Or. No."
"Yes. Of course I got him."
"Proof?"
The thug stood up and abruptly threw two daggers of delicate make and stained to the hilt in blood onto the table, alarming a few guests.
"His own bodyguards' daggers?"
"What do you think they are?"
The hood gave a slight chuckle. "Brave man. The chief will be pleased. Now, I'm sure he'd like to have one o' these trinkets." He removed one dagger from the table and pocketed it. "Meanwhile, keep the other one."
"My man." The thug slid the other dagger into his belt.
"Alright, mate. Go enjoy yourself. We'll inform you of anything new." With that, the hood threw a bulging bag of gold onto the table, stood up and left. The thug greedily grabbed it, a 'tricksy' smile abreast his face.
"Did you get him?" the figure started.
"What do you think?" the bulky thug replied.
"Yes. Or. No."
"Yes. Of course I got him."
"Proof?"
The thug stood up and abruptly threw two daggers of delicate make and stained to the hilt in blood onto the table, alarming a few guests.
"His own bodyguards' daggers?"
"What do you think they are?"
The hood gave a slight chuckle. "Brave man. The chief will be pleased. Now, I'm sure he'd like to have one o' these trinkets." He removed one dagger from the table and pocketed it. "Meanwhile, keep the other one."
"My man." The thug slid the other dagger into his belt.
"Alright, mate. Go enjoy yourself. We'll inform you of anything new." With that, the hood threw a bulging bag of gold onto the table, stood up and left. The thug greedily grabbed it, a 'tricksy' smile abreast his face.
Hmm.
Maybe just a human would be all right.
Maybe just a human would be all right.
Nooo.
Da poop is da earth.
Das why fertilizer is poop.
Dig?
Da poop is da earth.
Das why fertilizer is poop.
Dig?
AHA! Someone make earth out of Sam the papaya!
Name: Adrian Kelzhar
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Half-orc
Appearance/Clothing:
Weapons: Morningstar, 5 daggers
Personality: Adrian does not care much for diplomacy or charisma. He thinks of nobles as prissy, stuck-up brats that have never experienced hardship. He was born and bred in Mullen, so he knows back-alleys and the thieves' guilds that inhabit them very well. At first glance, a stranger might think of Adrian as a cold but level-headed person. He doesn't covet wealth too much.
History: Adrian never knew his father, but the love of his mother compensated for it. His mother used to work in a brothel, but that was before Adrian's father came *hint hint*. Adrian remembers his mother as a kind, caring and compassionate woman who earned an honest living as a seamstress. The bandana upon his head was made when he was eight. Unfortunately, his mother was kidnapped and sold into slavery by none other than his father himself. Adrian was not able to save his mother, but he didn't recognize his father and killed him brutally. Now, he makes a living as a thug-for-hire wandering the streets of Mullen, thinking of a way to get his mother back: dead or alive.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Half-orc
Appearance/Clothing:
Weapons: Morningstar, 5 daggers
Personality: Adrian does not care much for diplomacy or charisma. He thinks of nobles as prissy, stuck-up brats that have never experienced hardship. He was born and bred in Mullen, so he knows back-alleys and the thieves' guilds that inhabit them very well. At first glance, a stranger might think of Adrian as a cold but level-headed person. He doesn't covet wealth too much.
History: Adrian never knew his father, but the love of his mother compensated for it. His mother used to work in a brothel, but that was before Adrian's father came *hint hint*. Adrian remembers his mother as a kind, caring and compassionate woman who earned an honest living as a seamstress. The bandana upon his head was made when he was eight. Unfortunately, his mother was kidnapped and sold into slavery by none other than his father himself. Adrian was not able to save his mother, but he didn't recognize his father and killed him brutally. Now, he makes a living as a thug-for-hire wandering the streets of Mullen, thinking of a way to get his mother back: dead or alive.
I stir. I see. I observe. There is no need to ask what is going on. These are my... siblings, I suppose. I look at my brethren's creation. It is what he calls a 'Sun', and some 'stars'. Yes, these are very nice. I have gone without light for a long time. However, it is hot. Very warm. Surely it will overheat soon. So, to slightly cool myself and my brethren's creations, I summon a gust of 'something'. Hmm.
Very... cool.
"Wind."
Very... cool.
"Wind."
How long is your bio supposed to be (minimum)?
In the beginning, there was nothing. No life, no light...
There was only darkness.
There was only darkness.
YEEEEEEEEEEERS
WOOO
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