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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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Truly, the parade leading up to the Theatre was in full pomp and glamor, but Bor had just barely managed to keep himself awake during the vows. Bla bla promise to bla bla bla free kingdoms bla bla bla blood of my ancestors bla bla. Bor had no idea these occasions could be deathly boring at times. The only thing that managed to get a decent reaction from the crowd was the climaxing crowning - a symbolic yet practical gesture that generated what could be the most ear-straining roar Bor had ever heard, perhaps even louder than the fearsome roar of the first bear that Bor had ever faced at age fifteen. Bor softly clapped with the crowd. Bla bla bla Spectator's Tournament bla bla bla Melee bla bla...
Tournament?
"Borgrund. Oi." Bor turned and Derry was in his seat as he should've been. The only difference was that a servant was by his side, holding an axe and shield. His axe and shield.
"Knew you'd like it, mate. Now go out there and cleave through some city-dweller arse."
Bor was barely able to contain his excitement. It had been a long, long time since he had done battle against men, not trees. A thousand gold coins would be a change of pace. Pumping his fist in the air, he triumphantly shouted "I, Borgrund Thomas Fellhallows of the Darretu Tribe am content to spar with anyone on the grand stage of his majesty!"
Bor then proceeded to wade his way through the crowds of commoners and to the dirt srena where the fighting would be taking place.
Triple posted!
Double posted.
Aaagh.

Post, Nate.

Pls.
Hoh.

Hoh.

Hoh.

Hoh.

Teehee soleeeth, teehee soleeeth...
Morris?

Even though he doesn't actually have the intellectual capacity to figure out who the inquisitors are, he might sense they might be looking for a relic cuz he was created by one.
Hi.
Anyone wanna pull an Elsa? Like with someone (the king, perhaps) accidentally revealing their relic power and gets targeted by the church?

Edit: 'Gree with Wilson, this is a high-quality Rp.
Guilt, do you already have a plan or can we stick something random in first?
Guilt, do you already have a plan or can we stick something random into the coronation?
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