Lemons

Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

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Snowed "Inn" - A Wintery SoL RP [Full]

Gonna be done Amelia soon

Lem's Stash

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Lem's Stash

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Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

<Snipped quote by Lemons>

this is why you're my #1 sidekick, lems

@Supermaxx

I made sidekick to Maxx
My life is complete
This is all I've ever wanted

Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

<Snipped quote by TGM>

i am being attacked for presenting new ideas

@Supermaxx

Genius is never appreciated in its own time

Gamblers of Vox Fortuna

Behold
The resurrection of an actual functional OOC tab
Fuck yeah

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

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Alja had barely made it into the Worg, not even enough to get her bearings and search for familiar faces, before there was the sound of papers rustling behind her, followed immediately by rapid footsteps. She barely even had time to turn around before she was tightly embraced by a frantic Seele, words pouring freely from her mouth in a rush of worry. Alja closed her exhausted eyes lightly as it washed over her like warm water, scouring away her mental grime just as the she'd scoured off the physical in the bath house. She wasn't sure if she'd slept very little, or she hadn't slept at all; the horrors that the world of Pariah kept unrelentingly throwing at them kept her up until the wee hours of the morning. After a moment, she opened her eyes again, gently returned the embrace with her sore arms.

Of course, as she was about to respond to Seele—relishing physical contact that wasn't associated with pain, rat blood, and the stink of sewage—Rael, who she hadn't see come in, distracted as she was with Seele's babbling, cut off the reunion with typical dryness. She rolled her eyes before taking her time in responding to Seele herself.

"I'm fine. We're all fine, no worries. It wasn't like..." she cut herself off, leaving the rest unsaid and doing her best to push it out of her mind. "Rael's got it in one, though. Weird dungeon under the sewers, lots of giant rats. Came out with more people than we went in with, actually. Dunno if you ever grouped with Valena, Yasmin, Taril? Found them trapped down there. And deeper down, someone named Artemis. Never met her, but she seems pretty handy with a bow. Graves invited her along, let's see if she gets here, yeah?"

A moment passed. A breath. A pause in her speech. And then she squeezed Seele tighter. "I'm sorry to worry you." She could ask about the Drox fraternity thing later, when more people were gathered and it didn't need to be repeated. Right now, the important thing was that Alja had worried her, and that she was worried no longer.

Then, as was the way of things, Graves had to come in and sling himself down, ruining the moment. Alja laughed out of reflex, finally releasing her embrace. Then, looking at him, a faint shadow passed over her face, and she looked back down at Seele, voice pitched down to a quiet sigh. "Can I talk to you about somethin' later? I'll tell you all about the dungeon then, if you want."

Then the moment passed and she perked back up, the laugh coming back into her voice as she stretched, hands nearly brushing the ceiling as she shot a look at Graves. "Guessin' you feel like shit too, then?"

Pariah Online: A Voyage into the Intangible Aether

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Jesus Fixer Christ, I feel like shit.

Alja ran a hand through her hair, skin almost raw from the fervent scrubbing that last night had brought in an attempt to wash the stench of rat and sewer off. Her armor would stink for months if she didn't wash it, she just knew it. And that was going to be a chore unto itself.

Her face quirked into a slight smile. But at least I don't smell like shit anymore.

Eyes smarting from lack of good sleep, she stood before the tavern door, mulling over all that has happened. A dungeon that she'd never known about, filled with monstrous rats. An enormous boss that had taken an unreasonable amount of effort to finally kill. A brand new player that they'd found even deeper than Valena's group. And, for her, a steel warbow and a new sword to create. I need to get back to Toraenis one of these days. The sword she could create here, if she could buy the mats. But the warbow needed specialty materials that took her quite a while to acquire.

And, of course, blacksmithing was probably very, very different in a post-glitch Pariah. Who knew if she could do it at all anymore?

But those were thoughts for another time. For now, there were three orders of business.

One, See if the group were all okay.
Two, Wash her armor. She'd need to see about finding some soap or something.
and three...visit Prophecy's guildhouse. See Leaves. See Luci.

So. Best to knock out the first order of business. She threw open the door and strode into the Laughing Worg proper, hoping that someone would be in the tavern. Rael, Kalie, definitely Graves after what happened down there, Seele, Kazuki, Benkei, Alex, that Wayfarer Artemis...

It was going to be a long day.

Snowed "Inn" - A Wintery SoL RP [Full]

@Ortfinne

fuck

i can't argue with that one

guess i'm gonna apply