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7 yrs ago
Current Try checking the Articles and Guides section
7 yrs ago
I'm not victim blaming but all generalizations are false, even this one.
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It does.
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PC and Tablet ded, send help
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I lived the land of no internet
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Upon reading that. Uh, at least the use of escape rope makes more sense? Tbh I was wondering exactly what would *happen* IC-wise upon use of the escape rope, either way Dawkin will take this chance to try to use it.
Uh I don't need a post from you. Waiting on others.
Summarizing a multi-paragraph response that deals with things maturely into one sentence along with an ominous warning. Nice.
I'll put up a Sofia post as well as get you independents updated within 999999, stay tuned.
Finhall -> East Blue


And so the new crew would set sail for the first time together, into the open blue waters. Of course they weren't open for long. They hadn't far when those white sails Hunter spoke so casually appeared. Of course they weren't so fortunate as to only see one ship either. There were three ships, coming from the North, South, and East respectively, leaving their only option to try to make it past the incoming ships or to head east and try to make it through Scylla Island safely, an arduous task even without marine ships chasing them. Obviously the marines intended to run them into the island, and considering the amount of cannons on the ships clearly visible even from here: along with the admittedly somewhat small crew, they wouldn't be making it out unscathed if they attempted to break through the closing ring of ships. It seemed the unicorn ship had not gone unnoticed, or perhaps it was on the antics on the island. Well it was impossible to say for sure and not really important anymore so much as what they would do now.
bleh, not too much to go on so not too much to post.
Kalista


Kalista's black orbs roamed the the ground in front of them, occasionally scanning behind, waiting for the horrors they'd escaped to suddenly appear and finish them off. She didn't know how long they'd been running but they hadn't gone far enough for her to feel safe. She didn't know what they'd do now. They were young and weak, all alone running through places they'd never been. They needed somewhere safe to rest and recover and it seemed they were in luck. They had stumbled upon a cave of over goblins, one of whom immediately introduced itself. "I am... Kalista." She said slowly, not taking the offered hand, though whether out of choice or simply not seeing was uncertain, as it was very hard to tell where she was looking.
Morgana Estrain


Morgana's gaze shifted from her circle to Alexander. "My spells are usually invisible to normal people. I would think levitating somebody into the air and crashing them down hard enough to knock them unconscious would draw more attention." Her voice was neutral, with just a hint of coldness in it. Gavin then spoke up about... turning themselves in. Morgana frowned outright at that. "That's stupid. What was the point of us almost dying if you do that? I doubt your actions will lessen any harmful impact on us anyway. We've crossed a line. Of course I can't stop you from making that decision, but if you do know that I'll go find these tablets on mine own." At first Morgana hadn't even been interested in the tablets, now she was rather invested and she found herself having difficulty understanding why. Perhaps because her life had been threatened as a direct result of being with a group that wanted to pursue them. What was those motivational posters always said?

If you encounter enemies you're going in the right direction? Morgana had never really encountered much in the way of adversity, school had been relatively easy as well as the only thing she'd done. Perhaps this new conflict, the rush of adrenaline and fear, things she had never known before, as well as an objective other than something as bland as 'success' were the reason. All these things ran through the background of Morgana's mind as she stepped into her circle and began forming words. Mental protection. Iron Skin. Detection. Other words to fill in the gaps that Morgana was now aware of. The magic in the air was forcibly coiled into words and engraved into pieces of paper and some of the loose, un-enchanted jewelry Morgana had. The circle allowed her to keep a vague awareness of her surroundings but she was primarily focused on her magic.
Works for me, you got the intent through. I'll get up a gm post for you folks today then.
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The crew seems to be set for the moment. If captain atm would like to make a post saying you're setting out to sea I can move you guys along.
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