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7 yrs ago
If a horse runs too fast, it bleeds from the lungs
7 yrs ago
Alright. Let's take this from the top.
7 yrs ago
The Nation RP scene is dead right now... When does it pick up!?
7 yrs ago
Don't cut yourself on that edge, Andreyich.
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The shovel may have broke new ground, but it was the hot air balloon that took humanity to new heights
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If the opposition had just been Blight, Siiga would have been laughing. I mean, who would you pick? The beautiful and wild Siiga, or the guy who's name literally means Plague? Just the sound of his name would have sent alarm bells ringing in someone's head, and they sound like this: "VD, VD, VD!"

But the situation was galvanised with the arrival of a new figure. She was tall, dark and drop dead gorgeous, with a stature that commanded people to look at it. Her skin looked soft as silk, and her smile could cause empires to collapse. But Siiga wasn't new to this game, and she could recognise the same firm warriors stance and blazing passion in her eyes that so starkly reflected her own. An untrained eye might only see the beauty of the newcomer, but Siiga saw in her both physical and mental strength that could only come from years of living a hard, rough life.

Naturally, Siiga wanted to fuck her.

Oh, but the waitress! She could just leave her with Blight, could she? Ol' Plaguerat would surely disappoint her, and a girl like that deserves a little better than him. But if she went after her, she might lose the new girl. But if she went after the new girl, she would lose the Waitress! Decisions, decisions!

Gameface time, Siiga. Don't like Blight get all the girls. Show your interest, and see what the reaction is.
She called the waitress over, and gave her a bright, dazzling smile. "I was just wondering if there was anything interesting to do in this town"








Ah, the great outdoors. The brisk summer breeze blowing through the trees, the chirruping of the birds, the long, open fields stretched out before her, fading slowly into an idyllic village far and away from the hustle and bustle of city life. And what was this feeling, this warm and relaxed feeling sitting in the pit of Siiga's stomach? The feeling that told her she could relax, stick her feet up and just do nothing as the clouds went by and the day could be spent lazily lounging about?

Ah yes. Boredom.

Siiga was bored out her skull. It stood to reason that, as someone who had grown up as an outlaw dodging the long arm of the law, that being stuck on a cart with a load of righteous do-gooders wasn't exactly her idea of a good time, but even she underestimated how dull this little stint would be! Even the lad fainting was without the ghoulish pleasure one usually got from that sort of thing, because it was so utterly without fanfare. Never, in the history of Descended history, did she think a Tyro could get so insanely out-her-mind bored that even the potential death of her comrades couldn't stir a stem of emotion in that cold, frosty ice-cube she had instead of a heart. Hell, let the poor bastard die. At least she'd get to bury him, and do something.

Expectations were therefore low as she entered the inn, trailing behind everyone else, before sitting down and ordering the hardest drink in the house, because god knows she could get herself proper shitfaced right about now.

And then she saw her. Hallelujah, holy shit, God is real and he is a woman! Those thighs, that rack, that face! It was like someone dug into the deepest recesses of Siiga's mind and found "perfection". She was gorgeous! Amazing! Sensual!

Like fuck was she letting Blight take her from her!

"Really? That's your best line?" she scoffed at the knight as the girl went out of earshot. If this was her competition, this would be plaaaaaain sailing
NPC nations? What's available?
Is there still room?


Bippity boppity boop, please keep me in the loop
I'm stuck between Yunnan Clique and Finland


So what happened to Bonnie after scaring off the only person to show him the slightest bit of kindness in the last decade or so? Well, if you can believe it, the little bugger had his hackles raised - more so than usual. He was scowling at every passerby, his eyes darting from figure to figure, trying to determine who would be the next to confront him. He had a knife, sure, but if someone pulled a sword on him, it would take more than his rusty old pocket knife to hold them back. Damn thing was more rust than iron.

His tummy rumbled still. One half-decent meal does not undo a lifetime of starvation, and he was loathe to steal from those like him. Satisfying his own hunger at the expense of someone else? That wasn't an option. Not if he knew it would starve them too.

But... There was someone he knew that would have plenty spares. Or rather, a group of someones. And they'd be having something to eat right about now.

But he couldn't just walk in, not dressed like he was. He needed something more substantial. He couldn't buy anything, but he might, might be able to secure a get up from someone already there.

The journey there was quick, though not because it was a short distance. Bonnie simply rushed along at breakneck pace, sidestepping, dodging, ducking and weaving around anyone who got in his way. At one point he even rolled over someone's back, and the poor sod barely felt him. Soon enough, the tall spires of the castle came into sight.

He stopped. He looked around. There was the usual detachment of guards roaming in the gloaming, but there was quite a few others with different liveries and uniforms. Even if he had been planning in going through the front door, it would be impossible with the new detachment. Fortunately, he had other ideas.

It's a good idea to build your castle on a steep cliff. Elevated position means greater sight of the area around you, solid foundation and a sheer cliff tougher than any wall. But there is one major weakness - you can't see anything down the sides. Bonnie looked down the sheer drop to the bottom of the cliff. He was gonna have to hurt himself all the way down there and all the way back up. Was it really worth the strain just for a bit of food?

He'd all but forgotten his hesitation by the time he was halfway back up.




Oh for fucks... Can't a girl just read a book without being constantly interrupted? She didn't spend all that time and effort learning literacy to NOT read! Fuck right off!

Is what Siiga would have said, if she hadn't recognised the person who so Dudley interrupted her private session. What she said instead was "GYAAAH!?"

Was that...? Yes, it was! She recognised that face! And that scar - almost lost her a fortune, that scar. It was good the old bastard was so resilient. He was pretty much a safe bet.

"Hold on a second. Aren't you..?"

What was his name again?

"Alu-card? From the arena?"

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