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Recent Statuses

7 yrs ago
Who here likes cuddles?
9 likes
7 yrs ago
If your girl can't crack your skull between her thighs then whats the point of even being a human being.
7 likes
8 yrs ago
Identities are confusing to figure out.
4 likes
8 yrs ago
How do wing.
8 yrs ago
Omae wa mou shindeiru.
3 likes

Bio

Well hello.

I guess I should introduce myself, huh.

I'm Gardevoiran, just some schmuck going to college and working towards getting a degree in Fine Arts.

I do commissions and what-not, and you can ask me to do a commission for you through my Discord (Gardevoiran #1429) or up here through RPGuild PMs, and I receive donations and payment through my Ko-fi page. Clicking the box right below here will take you to it.



I'm a nerd. I play Pokemon religiously, I dabble in some anime, I write up here, and I love watching incredibly awful movies and just making fun of them. Specifically things like "Leo the Lion" and what not.

I don't have much else to say, so I guess I can leave you guys with a really bad joke.

"What do you call a cow with two legs?"
"Lean beef."

Most Recent Posts

@OtomostheCrazy
(Realm of Shadows)
"I'll give you $20 that Tlevran is trying to find us and is outside Dej at my first house in the apocalypse."

Xix turned to Claire and spoke, with a look of excitement on her face.

"All Clariko knows is that I can knock out an entire set of teeth with one firm fist to the jaw. I can probably hold her off for a good 10 minutes, maybe 9, although she has the clone of Tlevran on her side, and he apparently draws power from living things nearby."

A portal opened up beside Xix as Sans walked over.

"Sans, do some recon and possibly some fighting."

Sans nodded and stepped through the portal, appearing a distance away from Clariko's location.

(Tlevran)
"... you're on."

Tlevran began running towards the house, looking at the scenery as he ran, and noticing how everything looked so... dead. Hell, even the sun was intimidating, the sky around it looked crimson and deadly. The house was the nicest thing around, really. Tlevran just hoped it would provide answers.

(Purge)
"Not even a weapon? Okay then."

Purge grabbed the Abomations and began to choke them, his hands glowing a bright shade of blue. The Abominations slowly started to morph into a more blobby form.

"Man it's harder to alter these guys than I thought. Inkling, go find Clariko for me."
@KRIEEEG
Any fight really, like if any character did exceptionally well they get the fabled item. If none of them did then nobody gets anything.
@KRIEEEG
So I thought of a minor thing.
What if a character pulled through well in a fight that Yashar (whom I am assuming to be an employer) rewarded the character with a fabled item based on that character's strengths and weaknesses. Like Woggha could get enchanted armor, or if Bob the Goblin gets accepted, maybe he would gain a bag of holding that doubles as his flashlight sword. Just a thought.
@Pikmin Eye
I love this guy already, my character probably wouldn't, but I like him.
@6slyboy6
"So to speak orc... you think like an orc... am I understandin' this right mate?
so limme jis try dis out, tryna sey me wurds loike how en ork wood."

Also, it DID just start.
@KRIEEEG
alright man.
"I'm coming in, since ya offered. I've been gettin' a lotta dirty looks comin' from these blokes, and I'd rather be in a place where I can kill without worryin' about me arse gettin stabbed."

The Half Elf stepped inside, and felt a strong push on his body as he was in the middle of the doorway. Once on the other side, he looked at his hand and visibly saw a small amount of darker skin on his hand, smelling of charred flesh.

"Nice ward mate. I guess ya put it up as a safety thing."

The 1/2 elf wasn't 'hostile' towards the human before him, but wasn't about to let his guard down in case of a trap. He slowly climbed the staircase to the main room and stood, admiring it. It was a nice room, rather large, and full of regal-looking crystal balls, the elf also admired the magical items and weapons scattered about the room, even stopping to pick up a staff and examine it for a second. After putting it back. He went over to the table in the room and sat down in a chair beside it. He pulled out a blank tome and began to write in it. He kept one tome on him in case he wanted to get another spell, however this one was incomplete and would be far from being complete, mayhaps the evil-looking human downstairs could give him a suggestion for what spell the tome could cast.
@Banana
Da Waaagh iz a spirit! Da Waaagh is pur' fear! Da Waaagh iz wat trembles gits!


"Mate, I'm sorry to say, but that doesn't make any sense."

In other news, I'm considering making a blatant battle music insertion in the middle of the campaign.
@Banana
Them nuffin fo da Waaaaagh of a propa Ork! Jus' get on wiv it git.


"Oi, fair point, although what if the ninja's deaf, mate?"
Nuffin goes by n Ork ye spiky gits. A propa Ork's a smashin Ork. A smashin ork makes smahin postz.


"Oi, what about a ninja? They're bloody ninjas, mate, they'll get by anytin'."
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