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I'm not really the type to spend hours working on my bio. However, my name is Dru and I enjoy the occasional roleplay. I like to consider myself one of the biggest nerds for Harry Potter, Kingdom Hearts, and several animes. I'm a bit of a romantic, but romance can never replace a good plot and I would rather have none if it ensures that the story will remain fresh and exciting.

I usually try to be very friendly. I will reciprocate the respect that you bring to the table. I prefer most of my roleplay partners to be at least 17+. Though I will make exceptions based on maturity usually. That's pretty much it. If you have any questions past that I'm afraid you'll have to message me.

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I seem to be unable to make any new posts either in a thread or in PM. Also, I can't create a new thread as it gives me a 404 error. In the case of posting in a thread I get sent back to the first page of the thread I attempted to post in and nothing has changed. When I try to edit an old post I get sent back to the original post and none of the changes are made.

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Being a bit of an outcast was nothing new to Korbin. As he and his companions drew closer to the middle of the city the half-elf couldn't help but notice the armored man calling for the blood of his kin. The cleric responded by pulling his hood tighter around his face. Of course he could have spewed hate filled words back, but that would only succeed in causing trouble that he wasn't interested in. It was for this reason that he keep his head aimed at the ground in front of him to avoid the unwanted attention. The half breed wasn't much for unnecessary battles, and would much rather talk his way out of them if possible. However that didn't mean he wouldn't fight when push came to shove.

In front of Korbin the blue skinned Kalista chanced a glance over her shoulder to ensure that he and Darth were still in tow. Once she had confirmed this she had returned to searching for a decent inn; hopefully one that wasn't interested in turning over sovereign elves. It would be a pity to spill blood and earn an unsavory reputation when they had only just arrived.
::Once the trunk is on the island: Check to see if it has a lock. If there is try the key in it. If there is no lock open the chest.

"We can't waste too much time on this chest. After this I'm seeking shelter."
Korbin Arroxian

Here is my cleric. :D
Let's get it! :3
::Help retrieve chest while taking precautions not to lose key into the depths of the water.

"Perhaps this key unlocks the trunk."
Creature name Tonk. I think I'll go with defence. I'm so excited for this Elendra!

edit- Unless I missed the cutoff for reading the thread. In which case I will wait for my turn. o.o
I am so ecstatic about Blorbs! :D
Yeah. Sorry. I've just been kinda music oriented the last few days. >.< I'll work on a post right now.

edit- My word trial ran out. Working on getting a new word processor. D:
With the grief of the loss of the elders fresh on his mind, Edun reached the same enormous oak doors that the group had entered previously. As he, Bram, Ant, and Kain all arrived at the footsteps of the academy, a roar erupted that shook the very foundation of the city. All thoughts of the perished were pushed from his mind, which was now occupied by the echo of the rumble. The question of the creator was quite obvious as a massive shadow eclipsed the sun. Edun gave a startled cry as he leapt from the stairway to the street below. Above them a dragon hovered, its scaly hide reflecting the rays of light.

The serpent crashed onto the slates of Shattermane, collapsing part of the roof in with its razor sharp talons. Mortals, it began with a piercing scream into the minds of all that surrounded the area. I am Razeth the Clever, consider the denizens of this expanse under my rule from henceforth. Subject yourselves lest you be destroyed. Razeth snarled with malicious intent. A molten jet of flame erupted from Razeth’s snout, leaving the strong smell of sulfur in its wake. Despite the pain resonating in his head, Edun retorted by unshouldering the yew bow entrusted to him by his parents. He docked an arrow with a loud sneer. “I serve no beast!” He bellowed in response, releasing the projectile which produced a whistling noise as it tore through the air.

Razeth scoffed as he discharged another spout of fire, incinerating the arrow. Then die like one. It snarled in response, rising in the air with leathery wings. As if to prove a point, Razeth crashed into the rooftop leaving the school in shambles. Shattermane was no more. Edun silently counted the group’s blessing that they had escaped unscathed. Razeth’s talons clenched at the wreckage.

Resistance is futile.
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