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What if *I* was the small creature all along?
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7 yrs ago
V.1.26 (House of Caecilius Iucundus); 4091: Whoever loves, let him flourish. Let him perish who knows not love. Let him perish twice over whoever forbids love.
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"Oh, don't get your robe knotted up with your tail. We're not conquering anything. I'm just saying they don't have any defenses." Kutur sighed. He then pulled out a large map depicting the world. It's not extremely accurate, but hey, he was on a budget. "The mountain continues all the way to the heart of the East. We could keep going. However, what we could do is take a one day detour and go into Patir to fill up on anything we're low on. Are we low on anything?"
Kutur trudged up to a cliff face. He squinted in the cold, searching for it. Then he pointed. "See that glimmer of light? That's Patir, The East's closest stronghold. It marks the center point between our non-unified kingdoms and empires and the big one that stretches all the way to the coast." The glimmer seems to twinkle and warp constantly. "It's only ceremonial. I think the 3 of us is enough manpower to conquer it. They like their lights there, and they use up literally tons of candles each night."
Nope. No worms. Tim was in fact slightly disappointed by that. At least a worm in his apple would have been something he could talk about over dinner. Just imagine that. Tim, the boy who ate a worm.
"Well, Come with me," said Kutur as he pulled his beanie over his head. "I think we can see it from here."
"Of course I lied. Everybody lies. I have never met anyone in my entire life who's been truthful their entire life, not even the King's Crusaders," Jacquelyn responded. "If by hurt you mean fight and kill, no. I've done none of that."
I'll keep the ideas coming. :)
Kutur stumbled back in the tent, peeling the woolen beanie off his head. "Well," he began. "I have been living among other races for awhile. In the southern kingdom of Vitas, it's said an artist can potentially become very rich."
Kutur glared in the direction of the tent, then muttered indescribably obscene words under his breath, finishing with "some people just don't understand fine arts".
Yet another note: Scen is a minor god. In all the stories involving him, Scen is usually the one with a good idea, but is overlooked by the larger Celestial Bodies god and the Tree god (and just about every other god). So he must figure out a way to get attention, and voice his great idea (which usually works). An ancient philosopher once attributed him to a kobold, so drawings of the God's Council usually depict him as a kobold.
Kutur was unconvinced. There was always something dangerous lurking out this far from home, and even then it's prudent to keep watch, but Scen, it was cold. He tried toughing it out by singing an old Dwarven mining tune. "Brother's-s-s of th-the mine r-rej-j-joice, swing, swing, swing with me. . ."
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