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

The werebear panted with some sort of otherworldly aggression as he skidded backwards into a horde of 'rogs. His heart was pounding through his chest out of fury. He felt the air rush past him as he recovered from the blow, unable to recover his breath entirely. Old Ursa also felt the adrenaline rush through his system as he barreled towards the Troll with his mighty paws raised. He didn't exactly know what he was going to do, but the body of the wearbear ran on what felt like autopilot to him, and he trusted his gut with whatever it was about to do.

"RRRRAAAAAAGGGHHH!" Ursaren let out a hefty roar as he delivered a mighty uppercut to the chin of the Troll, sending him soaring backwards through the horde of terrified Gundarogs behind him. Blood was spilled on the clear path as Ursaren took a deep breath, trying to recover what he could of his ability to use his lungs for a bit, but he still remained vigilant as he watched the Troll. He had to play on the defensive for a few moments, as his frame wasn't looking so great. That punch did a number on his constitution, but he could take a few more before he was down for good.
@Flamelord
She let go and flew away. She'd rather live and fight with her fists then to try and keep the lance.

There's also the fact that she rarely brings it into battle anyway, so she doesn't really like it.
@Flamelord
Please don't.
So I completely forgot to actually post yesterday, probably due to the guild being updated as I was trying to post.

Thank Christ I still had that copied. I would've been pissed if I didn't.

Eve let go of her lance as the cloud reformed to match her body size. T'was a tricky little fuck, wasn't it? The harpy had only a second to decide whether she wanted to try and free her lance, which would risk her safety and livability, or if she just wanted to dodge around and retrieve it later, which would risk her lance. She let her wings do the deciding as she shot out into the skies, flying directly towards the hurricane that was present on the battlefield. The sky was her element, and the Cloud would learn that soon enough.

Eve's body began to pick up incredible speed as it circled through the air, even to the point where her wings began to smoke from sheer friction. She was used to flying at these speeds, though, and the adrenaline she felt from the wind against her face was legendary. It would give anyone a true sense of strength, or at the very least it would give them a feeling of confidence.



The morale boost, given to Lillian by the High Queen, didn't really do much other than give Lillian a slight sense of fear. Why was she giving off this magic when nobody had even broke into the factory just yet? Something felt awry, and Lillian wanted to figure out what was going on. The medic ran through the halls of the factory, toting her weapon behind her as she ran. She didn't really care for fighting, but if she was to simply let the High Queen die, she'd be put at the stake. On the other hand, if she tried to heal her and provide her support, then she may just be rewarded with some otherworldly amount of praise or loot. Hopefully both.

As Lillian made it close to the room where Eos was, she slowed down and moved lightly in order to keep her movements quiet. If she could get the drop on whoever else was in the room, she'd love to take that opportunity. She did, however, peer into the room with her Notebook in hand, and the notebook quickly began to chronicle the anatomy of Gregorovic as Lillian watched the scene. If she was caught, who knows? Maybe Greg would be fooled into thinking she's allied with Hell due to the mask she wore. It was a stretch, but it may work.
@XxLyraxX
Whatever you do is okay with me, I just want a heads up when you do.
@KoL
In my next post, she's gonna fly, and she's gonna fly FAST.
I actually think that people aren't taking into consideration the fact that what Ciel did is throw a hurricane at the factory, since people never take that kind of effect into consideration.

The Angels should be unaffected because it's a divine spell but others aren't so lucky.


Could Eve use the hurricane to her advantage?
@XxLyraxX
I thought this was dead for good, thank Christ it isn't.

Anyway, I claim number #0730, and I want to have Isaac hopefully meet SCP-914 in this setting.
The Fungal Knight


Damn, it normally worked for the stump to go and find these people. Bonesword guessed the City of Echoes caused it a bit of confusion. In any case, riding around on the stump was rather fun, and from the looks of the sky the thirty minutes the skeleton could wait for had been used up, so he could call Oren at any time now (for at least 3 times), so this seemed like one time that would prove useful to him.

The skeleton held up his phylactery and called up Oren, preparing to inform him of two questions he had. "Hey Oren, I have to ask you something real quick. I have some information to tell College Staff, and I need to find some to tell this information too. Can you point me in the direction of some staff so I can talk to them about these clowns? I need to get my hands on some relics, and preferably some defensive ones."

Unbeknownst to the skeleton, however, his opponent could hear everything Bonesword just said. What they could use this information for, nobody could know.

@Roughdragon1
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