Banned for being a magic user.
Lord Orgasmo
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Professional Disappointment since 1999
STATUS: The outdoors be like: "This mf forgot his Zyrtec, get his ass!" 22 days ago
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The outdoors be like: "This mf forgot his Zyrtec, get his ass!"
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At last, the correct amount of garlic 🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄🧄
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I have consumed far to much garlic bread. My hubris has doomed me once again.
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It's either: sleep is for the weak, or sleep FOR a week.
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Bio
"No one can escape the fate given to them.
All that remains is the end, where you will all perish.
Eternal greatness exists only within myself.
Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished."
My 1x1 thread, because I'm a shameless hack.
All that remains is the end, where you will all perish.
Eternal greatness exists only within myself.
Sing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanished."
My 1x1 thread, because I'm a shameless hack.
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Albus
So, these were the people he'd be protecting. A boy who had sway in the forces of nature themselves, and... some lady who had a stick up her ass. Great. He knew that she had to be, given the boy's personality, but nevertheless, he really wasn't into her demeanor. The boy seemed to be... energetic, to say the very least. They could probably get along well. Gods forbid a duo of stuck-up royals.
Any questions eh? Other than, when are we going?, he really didn't have much to say. He didn't exactly think now was a good time to ask the more mundane questions. He looked around from his corner. Well, this certainly seemed like a good party to be in. Good defense and offense, and even a healer. There was a metallic scrape from his armor as he lifted himself off the corner of the room and began walking towards the group.
"So, any more preparations? Or are we good to go? Starting to get a little restless." he spoke to the two royals. With any luck, they'd be heading out soon. All this waiting around was starting to bore him. Unless they were going to randomly start sharing stories, he'd like to see what was in store for his little adventure.
The path seemingly led nowhere. It was just a straight road. He hadn't seen another passerby, a caravan, a vicious wolf, anything. The sounds of various birds managed to keep him at least somewhat in check. It was awfully lonely. Maybe a tune might keep him distracted. He began to whistle in tune to some song or another he had heard along his travels. The birds seemed to be slightly confused with his whistling, as he was speaking a broken bird language that they couldn't quite understand.
Two songs later...
Well, still nothing. Although, he noticed the tracks were beginning to multiply. Wonder why? Looking down the whole time, he walked straight into a signpost. Ow. The post had two arrows, one pointing to the left and the other to the right. He also noticed that the path split off here as well. Left and right. Hm... left? No, right. Wait, what about the board? Unfortunately, it appeared to have been scratched, scorched, and... chewed on? Either way, he couldn't read it. Weeeeell... Guess he'd go... right? It had deeper and more frequent tracks, maybe it'd lead somewhere? Guess there was only one way to find out. He began walking once more, whistling an unknown tune.
Two songs later...
Well, still nothing. Although, he noticed the tracks were beginning to multiply. Wonder why? Looking down the whole time, he walked straight into a signpost. Ow. The post had two arrows, one pointing to the left and the other to the right. He also noticed that the path split off here as well. Left and right. Hm... left? No, right. Wait, what about the board? Unfortunately, it appeared to have been scratched, scorched, and... chewed on? Either way, he couldn't read it. Weeeeell... Guess he'd go... right? It had deeper and more frequent tracks, maybe it'd lead somewhere? Guess there was only one way to find out. He began walking once more, whistling an unknown tune.
I was debating on whether or not to have Ysran pants-less. I already regret giving him pants.
Ysran opened his eyes. It was dark. Really dark. Did he get bagged? He was sprawled out, facing down. He didn't feel like he was moving. The ground beneath him was soft, yet hard, and cold. He felt around. His surroundings were... cylindrical, and metallic. Was he in some sort if tube? He moved his legs. They felt... free, to say the least. They weren't restricted by anything. Hmmm... maybe... Ysran began crawling backwards, the darkness slowly turning gray and dull. At last he was free! He staggered backwards as he tried to stand up. Readjusting to the light, Ysran appeared to be in some sort of trail, where it was, he couldn't say. It all looked unfamiliar to him. He looked towards his prison. It was a long metal cylinder, with what looked to be a lid, off to the side. Huh.
He looked down. Well, at least he still had his clothes on. Unlike last time something like this happened. Next to the tube was a slightly bulging pack. Presumably his. Taking a peek inside, he could confirm: it was his. Books in Occult languages were stuffed inside, as well as what appeared to be candles, chalk, waterskins, and dried fruit. Hefting the pack onto his back, he looked around him. Trees ran in every direction, and a dirt road seemed to be the only way forward. Question was, which way to take? Hmm...
After pondering for a moment, Ysran decided to take a left. Based on the wheel tracks, their seemed to be more traffic this way. Maybe it would lead to a city, or a village, or...something. he just needed to know where he was. He began walking the trail. "Here we go," he said to himself.
He looked down. Well, at least he still had his clothes on. Unlike last time something like this happened. Next to the tube was a slightly bulging pack. Presumably his. Taking a peek inside, he could confirm: it was his. Books in Occult languages were stuffed inside, as well as what appeared to be candles, chalk, waterskins, and dried fruit. Hefting the pack onto his back, he looked around him. Trees ran in every direction, and a dirt road seemed to be the only way forward. Question was, which way to take? Hmm...
After pondering for a moment, Ysran decided to take a left. Based on the wheel tracks, their seemed to be more traffic this way. Maybe it would lead to a city, or a village, or...something. he just needed to know where he was. He began walking the trail. "Here we go," he said to himself.
Oh, are we starting? 'Cuz I'm totally ready to start.
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*pulls like a huntard*
yolo
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I noticed most of our characters are melee based.
Which means keep Arin alive and out of danger when she tries to heal people, lest your neighborhood priest turns into the latter
As an MMO healer, I can confirm that this is a true post. I will make you beg for heals. I am your god now.
Y'all can start wherever. I'll be in a garbage can nearby.
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