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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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Btw,could you PM BK if I'm accepted or not? She seems to be online but she doesn't reply to my CS.
Does psionic magic or ki count as magic? If so, what branch does it fall under?
Where was the Taggerung last spotted?
I'm kind. Of.

A. Idiot.

Yeah.

Sorry bruh.
In the bumpy yet comforting forest roads of Othea leading to Amaryth, one would hear the subtle click-clack of wagon wheels on dirt and stone. If one looked closer, out of the forest emerged an ordinary-looking wagon - well, except for a few things. It looked nearly as twice as large as an ordinary wagon. It seemed to buckle under the weight of several heavy pine logs. The four horses condemned to pull the monstrosity did not seem to be especially burdened - rather, they looked healthy and vigorous, akin to their master. The driver certainly looked the part of a savage, complete with bearskin, fierce yet intricate tattoos and a double-bladed axe and shield at his side. Meanwhile, his companion nestled himself - or itself - among their wooden cargo. He looked like he was constructed out of mere vines. This strange creature communicated with his master in grunts, something which the savage understood. "Yes, Morris, indeed. Since there's a coronation today, you can relax among the common folk for awhile." The construct seemed to hoot in approval. Meanwhile, the savage prepared himself for the ever-approaching gate inspection. Before entering the bustling city, he fingered a silver amulet hanging from his neck. No one. No one must ever know that Morris wasn't actually a wandering beast he found and tamed in the wild. No one must know that he was... was what they called an Evoker.
Thanks bro.
Uh sorry for deleting my IC post at the last minute.
Working on a new intro.
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Ily guilty
*was asleep for a long time*
*wakes up*
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