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Summer Camp for Supernatural Teens

Tim frowned and tilted his head. Then he righted himself. No doubt the fine print that stated that on the forms was so small it had to have been made under microscope.

The Beast of BlackBirch

Nothing's happened for 1 day now in the IC chat. This page isn't dead already, is it?

Summer Camp for Supernatural Teens

"What?!" Tim half shouted half squealed. "No, no no. I thought this was a summer camp. Fighting? Is it even legal for a summer camp to host a superpowered Fight Club? No way. I only fight in video games."

Kobold Roleplay (Open!)

Kutur pointed in an arbitrary direction, the snow all seeming to merge into one flaky monster in his head. "Let's go that way," he announced. Slowly, he picked up his feet, and trudged, and trudged, and then the ground under him seemed to collapse inwards, as if the world was swallowing him. "OH HOLY-" he managed to get out before all of him dropped into the ravine. In desperation, he flailed about and by sheer luck, caught onto a ridge. But he can't hang there forever, especially due to his eschewing of physical work in favor of mental exercise.

Kobold Roleplay (Open!)

"Relax, I know what I'm doing. I've been as far north as Darg, you know?" Kutur said lightheartedly. Unfortunately, that was only a technicality. He went roughly 2 miles into the cold Dargan wastes, then gave up and turned around, grumbling about how a few scrolls wasn't worth it.

Kobold Roleplay (Open!)

"Snow? Yeah, there's snow all right. Mountains and mountains of snow. I could probably write proverbs about it. 'The hubris of mortals is much like the snow on the Mountain Gates'. Basically, what I'm trying to say is there's snow on the ground," Kutur rambled, chuckling at the end. He glanced around, trying to predict the best path through.

Kobold Roleplay (Open!)

Morning comes. Not that the barely awake kobolds under notice, being that the sun seems to have minimal effect on the freezing wind and snow. In fact, Kutur thinks while glaring at the sun as it beams down in a very 8 o-clockish manner, the melting snow would surely hinder tiny legs that can be barely lift over the snow as it is.

Kobold Roleplay (Open!)

Kutur tilted his head, weighing the risks with the benefits of sleeping inside. He squinted at Arjun, as if he didn't believe him. Then, he made up his mind and crawled back in the tent, laying on his sleeping sack.

Blood Runs Over Westeros: A Game of Thrones RP

Did you guys mark your calendars? It's now chenis near!

The Beast of BlackBirch

Testran rushed into the inn and eatery. It was most certainly cold outside, with the winter soon coming in. The cape fluttered on his back, definitely not serving it's purpose of keeping the cold from freezing his blood into near solid chunks. "Barkeep," he called, sitting down at the bar and tossing out a jumble of coins that clinked noisily on the stone tabletop. "Bring me a glass of drink! Preferably something warm, if you don't mind." He certainly hoped that it was enough. The last town he went through didn't appreciate the finer arts, and barely gave him anything at all. The bartender nodded, then passed him a tankard of steaming brew. Testran drank quickly, then walked over to the center of the room and set his case down, pulling out from it a guitar and strumming up the beginning of a musical piece.