FreeElk

Silver Marches: Forgotten Realms

The youth in the man's face surprised Morwen - though the youth in the eyes of any human had once come as a surprise to her. She remembered the first human she met...so old in his face but his eyes hadn't the chance to see the world. This human, however, was busying himself with the contents of the table in front.

"..this one let its guard down" The warrior was saying, the simple explanation either a sign of modesty or a cover story he hadn't much chance to explain. Either way Morwen could cast again now, she felt much safer in that knowledge.

Morwen took the cup, the water wasn't perfect but, as the warrior said, it beat the alternative she had been living on. She sipped carefully, making sure to leave half - she wasn't going to let herself be any further indebted to this man.

The warrior took the key from the desk, a good move though the bunch of keys he already held must open twenty or so other doors and cages.

"Any clue which way is out?" She asked, gazing up and down the corridor curiously.

Jesse James was a lad

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Well Jesse had a wife
To mourn for his life
Three children now
They were brave
Well that dirty little coward
That shot Mr. Howard
He laid poor Jesse in his grave

@Dinh AaronMk

Jesse was a man, a friend to the poor,
He'd never rob a mother or a child,
There never was a man with the law in his hand,
That could take Jesse James alive.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for prejudice against people with prejudices

Frokane's Mildly Politcal Hangout Thread

Sure it sounds good on the surface but where does it end? Not hassling every Middle Eastern looking person at the airport? Not banning immigration from predominantly Muslim countries? It is a slippery slope.

@Penny

That sounds suspiciously like a left-wing 'down with the bourgeoisie' attitude, like the Nazis. Using popular policies like that to get in power and next thing you know there will be concentration camps popping up and Poland will get invaded.

Hiding

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

Jesse James was a lad

Well it was Robert Ford
That dirty little coward
I wonder now how he feels
For he ate of Jesse's bread
And he slept in Jesse's bed
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave

Alphabet Game

Percy (Thomas the tank engine)

Ban the Person above you

Banned for self proclaiming to be honourable.

Alphabet Game

Marge Simpson (The Simpsons)

naruto style rp (INTEREST CHECK)

On the one hand I like the sound of the RP, on the other this is a spam thread...

Silver Marches: Forgotten Realms

Morwen felt the days of ache ease a little as the chains dropped from her arms, a fog lifted from her mind - one she didn't even realise had settled at first. She stretched her body, following a short warm up routine drummed into her from years of dance as a young girl.

Once she was done the aches were still there, the hunger and grime but she felt new energy inside. Tentatively she flexed her hands and prepared her mind, reaching for one of the most basic spells. A small ball of light blossomed from her palm and floated up to rest above her, illuminating the cell a little better than the torch had. It was a bitter sweet success, the spell had worked...but it showed her just how vile the cell she had lived in was. She had to get out.

Morwen strode after the muscled fighter as he left the cell and headed for the desk.

"How did you escape?" She asked, more interested in checking he wasn't part of the wizard's plan than hearing the actual story.