I'm interested and will keep an eye on this.
NorthernGR
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STATUS: Always fun seeing your last status was a year ago, showing how long it was since you used the site. *sighs* 8 yrs ago
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Always fun seeing your last status was a year ago, showing how long it was since you used the site. *sighs*
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Hey you, yeah, you. You're a cool person, and I hope you have a good day/night/evening.
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9 yrs ago
I have returned to Guild, and so restarts the timer until I vanish without a word once again. As is tradition.
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10 yrs ago
*Looking at first post I ever made on RPG, it was 2 years ago.* HOW! HOW HAS IT BEEN THAT LONG!! WHAT!! HOW?!
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10 yrs ago
Heeelp... Dragon... Age origins... consuming.. SOUL... and....FREE TIME!!
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Either you're very bored or I'm very late to a post if you're checking my profile, either way, I am sorry.
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Sorry that I didn't get a post out like I said I would. Was sleepier than I thought I was.
@SilverWolfAngel Do people know about your more Wolfish side? Or does no one know except for Fade and your prior victims? :P Asking because I'm trying to figure out exactly how Dirion would react to you going wolf.
@SilverWolfAngel Do people know about your more Wolfish side? Or does no one know except for Fade and your prior victims? :P Asking because I'm trying to figure out exactly how Dirion would react to you going wolf.
Sorry about my inactivity. Been busy and tired. But I am back now! Gonna catch up on the IC and then make a post.
Sorry that I didn't get a post out today, been pretty busy. I would write something now but am not feeling well. I will try to get my daily dose of Drunk Dirion out tomorrow at some point. At what time I don't know.
Don't worry everyone Dirion has some ale that can fix your injuries! (Well it may not fix it... But you'll be feeling it less..)
Don't worry everyone Dirion has some ale that can fix your injuries! (Well it may not fix it... But you'll be feeling it less..)
Aww c'mon Mokley! Dirion is in peak physical condition! He drinks to grow strong! (Or something like that)
I'm gonna wait to post until @SilverWolfAngel and @ViolentViolet Get a post out. Since at the moment we are all sorta interacting and you guys have had trouble keeping up some.
(Plus Dirion is drunk, so it makes some sense that you guys would react first.:p )
I'm gonna wait to post until @SilverWolfAngel and @ViolentViolet Get a post out. Since at the moment we are all sorta interacting and you guys have had trouble keeping up some.
(Plus Dirion is drunk, so it makes some sense that you guys would react first.:p )
If Dirion weren't drunk right now (and was also a real person) he would take great offense at being called a drunkard! :P He merely has a very very very slight weakness for alcohol.
Wow, okay, wow Mokley. I mean I just wrote up a 25 page post of Dirion stumbling around drunk. I was all ready to put it up bet there you go just taking the steam out of my engine maaan. I mean we've waited patiently all day for a mod post. You can't honestly expect us to wait a tiny bit more. Who do you think we are? :P
It's kinda odd how calm things are now. Just yesterday things were exploding into chaos but now everyone is just quietly waiting for Mokley to post. Kind of nice, the peace.
Well, he missed. And that was putting it lightly. When Dirion saw the Drow sidestep the knife he began to question how wise attacking her was.
He had already paled slightly when he saw the woman marching towards him. Fighting dirty he could take one, he was sure. But person to person? He was doubtful. He had heard the rumors of Drow! Well, mainly from Busker. But for all his faults the man was reliable with his information, well, sometimes. So when Busker says that a Drow can kill you with a thought that most definitely made Dirion sweat.
Dirion's slightly paling skin changed to a ghostly white when he saw that he hit the noble boy. That was just what he needed! Not only was he wanted for supposedly killing.. her. But now he had the good fortune to possibly mortally wound a man of the aristocracy. Bringing even more attention down upon him. Perfect. And then of course there was the boy's magic tool that exploded and sent shrapnel everywhere. One of the pieces of metal went straight through Dirion's mug. Putting two decent size holes from which all his ale poured onto the floor. Even better. Fate was going to kill him.
The Drow stomped right up to him. He could see pure hate in her eyes, even drunk. The Drow was taller than him. He hadn't noticed that before, but she was. Funny, now he felt small both metaphorically and literally. She said to him, "You want to die first?", with the same venom and malice that he had just yelled with a moment ago. All of a sudden Dirion's throat felt very tight. He felt something he didn't feel very often when traveling the roads or drinking. He was afraid.
The homeless man standing beside him beat a hasty retreat. Dirion felt he should be angry at the man but he couldn't blame him. He looked behind him to see not even Fate was nearby. Maybe she wouldn't have to kill him. Dirion went to lean back on the bar, more specifically away from the Drow, and then began to say, "I don't kno-", before he slipped in some of the ale that had started to spill all over the floor.
Right as he slipped Dirion felt something get briefly caught in his cloak. It was yanked out immediately and Dirion looked to see Fate brandishing two fearsome looking hammers. Dirion tried to catch himself on the bar, gripping the edge of it to keep from slipping. He then yelled out, "Fate?!"
He then lost his grip on the bar and fell on his back. Any other day Dirion would have cursed his now bruised body, but not today. Today as he fell he saw a deadly hammer narrowly miss splitting his head open. From his place on the ground Dirion began to quickly shuffle away from Fate on his back.
@ViolentViolet @SilverWolfAngel
He had already paled slightly when he saw the woman marching towards him. Fighting dirty he could take one, he was sure. But person to person? He was doubtful. He had heard the rumors of Drow! Well, mainly from Busker. But for all his faults the man was reliable with his information, well, sometimes. So when Busker says that a Drow can kill you with a thought that most definitely made Dirion sweat.
Dirion's slightly paling skin changed to a ghostly white when he saw that he hit the noble boy. That was just what he needed! Not only was he wanted for supposedly killing.. her. But now he had the good fortune to possibly mortally wound a man of the aristocracy. Bringing even more attention down upon him. Perfect. And then of course there was the boy's magic tool that exploded and sent shrapnel everywhere. One of the pieces of metal went straight through Dirion's mug. Putting two decent size holes from which all his ale poured onto the floor. Even better. Fate was going to kill him.
The Drow stomped right up to him. He could see pure hate in her eyes, even drunk. The Drow was taller than him. He hadn't noticed that before, but she was. Funny, now he felt small both metaphorically and literally. She said to him, "You want to die first?", with the same venom and malice that he had just yelled with a moment ago. All of a sudden Dirion's throat felt very tight. He felt something he didn't feel very often when traveling the roads or drinking. He was afraid.
The homeless man standing beside him beat a hasty retreat. Dirion felt he should be angry at the man but he couldn't blame him. He looked behind him to see not even Fate was nearby. Maybe she wouldn't have to kill him. Dirion went to lean back on the bar, more specifically away from the Drow, and then began to say, "I don't kno-", before he slipped in some of the ale that had started to spill all over the floor.
Right as he slipped Dirion felt something get briefly caught in his cloak. It was yanked out immediately and Dirion looked to see Fate brandishing two fearsome looking hammers. Dirion tried to catch himself on the bar, gripping the edge of it to keep from slipping. He then yelled out, "Fate?!"
He then lost his grip on the bar and fell on his back. Any other day Dirion would have cursed his now bruised body, but not today. Today as he fell he saw a deadly hammer narrowly miss splitting his head open. From his place on the ground Dirion began to quickly shuffle away from Fate on his back.
@ViolentViolet @SilverWolfAngel
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Fair point, but if I were to never sleep, well, I'd end up biting peoples heads off, almost literally. :)
Aren't you already about to do that IC? Haha.
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