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    1. Burthstone 12 yrs ago

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9 yrs ago
Current Wow I couldn't be bothered to do anything this past weekend holy damn.
9 yrs ago
Me: "I can't afford a Nintendo Switch" Also me: "Yes I would like two of every DLC for every game I own please."
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9 yrs ago
I've somehow only watched an hour of youtube in two hours of watching youtube. Man being sick sucks.
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9 yrs ago
Hey, I made my own avatar this time!
9 yrs ago
Finally got my financial aid for college!
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Bio

Name: Burthstone || Zzyriphian

Age: 21

Schooling: 2-Year Degree

Occupation: I wish

Country: United States of America

First Language: English (USA)

Other Languages: Welsh (Introductory)

Preferred Units of Measure: Metric/SI (Imperial accepted)

Most Recent Posts

Caits, would it be okay if Mayt was being blackmailed my a witch? Would be interesting, and I can dig up dirt on him to make it easier to explain, and it'd satisfy my need to not be a good guy all the time...
Truthfully, I'm kinda tempted to ultimately make Mayt into a bad guy, despite the fact we already have a set of antagonists.
I say Lazarus as well, Mayt doesn't have the control to be that level.
Mayt stood up and looked over at Damian. He didn't come over, knowing he couldn't help. He silently turned and headed back through the guild. He moved out of the way of anyone heading to the battlefield to tend to the two fighters. He seemed worried, but also like he had a plan. He paused at the door for a moment, almost as if he didn't want to continue on. He went back to a table and sat down again, pulling out the letter and reading the last page. He let out a long sigh, and leans over the letter, biting his lip again. He ran his finger under a couple lines, then topped, pressing his finger into a word before folding it back up and putting it away and leaving, letting the door close loudly behind him.
Mayt sighed when he was stopped by Damian. "Right, okay, I'll stay here." He went and sat back down where he was, taking another sip of his drink. He looks around nerviously until Damian asks the kind of magic he uses. "I control energy." He said simply, thinking on how he should elaborate. "Heat, movement, light, that kind of thing. Though, It can be unreliable at times, especially when I try to use it on the spot. Say, an arrow is flying at me, I can potentially stop it mid flight, but if I don't see it, or I don't have enough time or I'm just not lucky, it'll still hit. I can also only use it within a short distance of myself." He doesn't have a way to demonstrate this, so he just holds his hand up and tries to generate a small fire like he did before with the heat he has gathered around him. It fails this time, and he looks a tad embarrassed. "Though, for some reason, I can sort of use my sword as a conductor for my magic. An extension, of sorts, and it tends to work better through it. I can also use people, but that's less effective. But it allows me to drain people of their heat if they get to close, and I have reason too. But, I still don't have complete control, so I may do more than I mean to, or less. It's interesting at times, but I try not to rely on it too much, I have a couple scars from when it didn't work.

"And it looks as if Larzarus is here, so we can talk more after the fight. Good luck with Lazarus, he's tough." Mayt stands up and heads for the courtyard, making his way to a spot to watch the battle that's a bit back. He didn't give Damian any hints, he doubted he'd need them. This would be another one of those close and difficult fights, like his with Lazarus had been.
Mayt looks up at Damian when he speaks, after nodding to Sasha. "Morning. I also don't know who Kelthar is, so I couldn't help you there." He leans more on the table, looking Damian over. "How're you holding up? Though out of all of us you probably are doing the best. As far as I can tell you've been hit the least." He smiles a little. and leans back again, still looking very anxious. He bites his lip, then instead of waiting for Damian's answer, he gets up. "Actually, I need to go buy some things, try not to start without me please." He starts moving towards the door quickly, leaving his unfinished drink on the table. His hand moves to rest on his weapon as he heads to the door.
Feigling said
Now is a good time to play the "first-time RPer" card.Sorry, I just get a little antsy when there is no response quickly. I've been on some other forums and usually the rule is "if a day goes past without response, the thread has died". I guess it's different here. Forgive me.Take all the time you need. Just don't take too long, I'm eager to get started!


Those must be some busy ass forums if a thread has died if no ones replied for a day. Jeezus. Here it's typically a week or two of no responses with no explanation. With exceptions. At least that's been my experience so far.

Also, my only preference for nation location, is somewhere north and secluded.
Double Post
Mayt sighs, and rubs his hands. "Look, I'm okay, okay? Just... People trying to get an edge that isn't there on me." He bites his lip again, indicating that isn't the case. "And yes, the letter doesn't help. P-please don't talk about it." He shifts away from Sasha a little. "I wonder when they'll get here." He looks around again, wishing the two would walk in so he'd have something else to talk about. "How are your injuries holding up?" He says suddenly, trying to change the subject. "They must hurt still..." His voice trails off a little, and he bites his lip again. He looks over Sasha, his eyes lingering on the injuries he can see on her.
Feigling said
So, erm... Is this still happening?


He said he'd be back after the weekend, shush.
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