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4 yrs ago
Death Note.
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4 yrs ago
After a painfully long hiatus...I'm finally back, and hoping to write + meet people again.
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6 yrs ago
Time to go on semi-hiatus. I'll reply once in a while when I can find the motivation, but until then, I need a break.
7 yrs ago
When you finally stand up for yourself but you stutter. Feels bad man.
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8 yrs ago
writing helps with my depression but when I'm depressed I don't have the motivation to write.
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Thank you Siaya Dragalorn for creating the banner/header!


Hey, welcome to my profile. I've been writing since I was a kid, and it's something I'm very passionate about. I'm not sure what else to put here, but don't hesitate to reach out if you think we'd hit it off. BTW, I'm an adult, so I would prefer to write with people closer to my age.


Seeking: Not...sure...
Limits: Romance-wise, nothing explicit. But I'm pretty lenient for everything else (within reason).
Reply status as of 1/13/24: Getting back to a decent pace.

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The dwarves fought hard and they fought well. As soon as Gandalf gave them an opening, Kili retrieved his weaponry and fought alongside of his brother and uncle. Some goblins were kicked, some were shoved, others were beheaded and stabbed. Kili narrowly missed being shot, but he thought quickly and used a ladder in order to push off many at once. "There's too many of them!"
The bridges swayed dangerously, but they made it to the final platform. This was the only path that lead outside.

As they attempted to cross, the Goblin King suddenly broke through from underneath and pulled himself up onto the bridge in front of the Company. At the same moment, hundreds of goblins approached them from all sides.
"You thought you could escape me?" The Gobin King stepped towards Gandalf, mace in hand, then brought it back to swing. "What are you going to do now, wizard?"

Kili and the rest were witness as Gandalf hit the king in the eye, and then he sliced his middle clean open. After a brief pause, the Goblin King looked to his wound, then back to the group. "That'll do it."
His weight caused the bridge to start shaking, and the section of the bridge on which the company stood broke away from the rest of the bridge and started to slide down the side of the cavern at an alarming pace. Everything was demolished on the way, and there were plenty of yells and screams from varying members.
The bridge slowed just in time, breaking apart and burying the dwarves in the timber and wood.

Bofur blinked in surprise, his heart rate never slowing. “Well, that could have been worse.”
Suddenly, the heavy corpse of the Great Goblin lands on the wreckage, squishing the dwarves further. A few cried out and groaned in pain. Dwalin attempted to push some timber off of himself, Kili close by. “You’ve got to be joking!”
Still a bit dazed, Kili started to push himself up, but he was covered with rubble. The sight he was met with was alarming; hundreds of goblins were crawling their way.
The Great Goblin jumped a little (as much as his massive form would allow) when Saeril stompped a foot and spoke her piece. "A friend of Thorin's now, are you? Odd...considering your past." At that, he smirked crulley, then looked to the group of dwarves before him. Now that Azog was being sent for, he felt braver than he may have normally. “Bones will be shattered, necks will be wrung! You’ll be beaten and battered, from racks you’ll be hung. You will lie down here and never be found, down in the deep of Goblin Town.” Again, he was trying to taunt them, he was daring them to make a move.

One of the goblins examined the weapons that they'd taken from the dwarves. Upon inspecting Thorin’s sword, Orcrist, the goblin gasped in horror and threw it away. Recognizing it, the goblins howled in fear and rage as they retreated from it; even the Goblin King staggered back to his throne, trampling many goblins on his way. “I know that sword! It is the Goblin­ Cleaver, the Biter, the blade that sliced a thousand necks!”

At that, the Goblins begin whipping the dwarves with ropes and leaping upon them, biting and slashing with their mangled nails and crooked fangs.
The Great Goblin kept his distance, a wary eye upon the sword. “Slash them! Beat them! Shoot her down! Kill them! Kill them all! Cut off his head!”
To Kili's horror, the surrounding goblins drug Thorin down, and one of them pulled a knife in order to behead the king. "THORIN!"
Startled, the Goblin King looked up to Saeril. "Who allowed her to enter?!" There was no way he could forget her power, and that was the one thing that could strike fear into his being. "Shoot her down and tie her up with the rest of them!"

At this, Thorin finally intervened. "Wait!"
As he'd hoped, this drew the Goblin King's attention. If only for a moment.
“Well, well, well, look who it is. Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror; King under the Mountain.” The Goblin King was taunting, but he kept a wary eye on Saeril too. “Oh, but I’m forgetting, you don’t have a mountain. And you’re not a king. Which makes you nobody, really. I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just the head, nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak, an old enemy of yours. A Pale Orc astride a White Warg.”

Now it was Thorin's turn to be shocked, but he refused to believe it. He couldn't. “Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago.”

The Goblin King scoffed a harsh laugh. “So you think his defiling days are done, do you?” At that, he turned to the smallest goblin there. “Send word to the Pale Orc; tell him I have found his prize...and someone else that may be of interest to him." By 'someone else', he meant Saeril.

The dwarves were lead down a makeshift bridge of sorts, one that Kili was certain would break if one more ounce was added to it. When they came to the throne room, he looked to the Goblin King in disgust. This was unlike any creature he had ever seen, and the smell of the place rivaled even the troll cave.

The Goblin King rose from his seat, his skin sagging to the very floor in which he stood.
“Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?
“Dwarves, Your Malevolence.” A goblin spoke up, and Kili shot him a dirty look.
The Goblin King scoffed in surprise. “Dwarves?”
Ignoring the death glares, the goblin nodded. “We found them on the front porch.”
“Well, don’t just stand there; search them!"

Kili stayed stubbornly still, only because Thorin and his brother had. Jaw set, he remained in place as the goblins removed any objects they could from them. Oin's ear trumpet was crushed, and their weaponry was cast aside. Without a word, Kili looked up in hopes of spotting Saeril, but he could not see her. Bilbo was missing as well.

Now that the search was over, The Goblin King spoke once more. “What are you doing in these parts? Speak!”
A response was not given, only glares of disdain, but that was no matter to him.
“Well then, if they will not talk, we’ll make them squawk! Bring out the Mangler! Bring
out the Bone Breaker! Start with the youngest.”

Kili did indeed stay close; he kept one arm over his godmother in a protective hug of sorts and his head rested against her shoulder. For a while, he could not sleep. The guilt wouldn't fade until the gash did.

Later that night, Kili was startled awake by Thorin's voice. "Wake up! Wake up!"
The youngest started to push himself up as ordered, and he took notice of Bilbo's sword glowing blue. What was that? Before Kili made it to his feet, the floor broke in and he, among others, fell right through.

The floor lead down a chute, one that everyone tumbled down, only to land roughly in a wooden box-like cage. The Company was met by a hoard of horrible creatures; Kili believed them small orcs, but Thorin cursed their name. "Trolls!"

The trolls were vicious, and they were quick. Already they were stripping them of their weapons and forcefully dragging them along despite the fight the dwarves had put up. Kili had kicked one off of himself, only to be dragged by two in its place. There were so many, too many to have dealt with.
Only Bilbo had hidden back unnoticed.
Definitely interested. Any genres or fandoms you're craving at the moment?
I'm lacking a bit in the plot department myself. Always up for collaborating on a plot or winging it. @NerdyFox

Hey, that sounds good to me. I'll PM you if that's alright.

@deadpixel101
Normally, I play male characters anyways, so that is not a problem. As I mentioned in my limits I definitely do NOT RP cest at all so there's no worries there.
Any characters you're interested in? I really like a lot of them; for FEA I'd probably play a few canons but I could think up an OC if need be. @Tala Avana
"Are you sure?" Kili wasn't easily convinced, but he was relieved that Oin had lent a hand to help patch the gash.
The youngest brushed some wet strands of hair from his eyes so that he might better see, and then he looked towards the bedrolls his brother had been good enough to set up. "You shouldn't put any weight on it...here, you can lean on me," he offered, as he wanted to help her be comfortable if at all possible.
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