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I just can't. This is too much. Berserk was so influential on so many things that I love. Goodbye, Miura. You'll be missed by many.
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6 yrs ago
Migraines ew
7 yrs ago
Welp apparently discord servers are having some pretty bad Latency issues.
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7 yrs ago
Well I just got my mitts on the Links Awakening remake. Excus eme while I disappear for a weak while I relive my childhood
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7 yrs ago
Migraine killed me today. Posts tomorrow.
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Bio
Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Make an elf blush like a pure maiden and completely mistep her footing. There were some things Cecil never thought she'd accomplish in her life, but sometimes she simply was the best at accomplishing the impossible, wasn't she? A bright grin spread from ear to ear as she'd listen to Lilia's response about her mom. That was, at least, until Cecil's eyes fell on someone she hadn't expected to see. Or maybe even didn't want to see.
And then, it was Cecil's turn to completely misstep with the dance as her body simply stopped moving, nearly face planting into the elfs chest in the process.
"Cecil I know you have a penchant for indecency but wait until after the dance at...oh. What is the child of those boorish fellows doing here? Shouldn't they just die already so they don't have a chance to bother me anymore?" Shael's somewhat harsh scolding was quickly silenced as she'd realize what exactly Cecil was staring at. "Well, I suppose she could do worse then someone who looks like that, but really-Cecil don't do anything reckless! I refuse to go back to those idiots!"
"Sorry, Lilia, but uh," Cecil pulled away from the elf. "Not feeling to well all of a sudden." A lie, a rather obvious one too. She hadn't been able to take her sights off Annika for the past minute, though she wasn't wearing an expression of interest. Her mouth was curled down into a slight frown as she'd internally fight with her own thoughts on the matter. "We'll have to dance again sometime, alright? I just...have to go do something..." She'd walk away from the elf, her hand leaving hers as she'd approach Annika and the dark skinned man. A duel, huh? Well, she was glad she didn't get roped into it.
She wished she had a flower on her. Then she might be able to just slightly emulate how she had met her previously. A wine glass would have to do so she picked one up from a nearby servant before continuing onwards.
"Well, Miss, forgive me for saying this but I couldn't help but notice that lovely hair of yours." Cecil would say approaching her casually, trying to keep her voice even. "I don't suppose you'll grace me with a name and accept a drink or shall I have to down it myself?" She'd offer the drink in her hand. "Cecilia. Knight of the Iron Roses."
“...Queen Sorcha?” The elf smiled ever so slightly. “I see, well, maybe she’s the one maybe she’s not. I can’t say for certain unless I meet her.” Sarah would smile, earning a cheer from the elves around them and the Fomorian laughed boisterously at the thought of watching another bout. “Alright, but I must tell you, I’m no slouch. With these two hands of mine, a demon that wished to burn our forest was slain. If that would still not deter you,” Sarah would draw her blade, staking her shield on the ground. “Then let us start.”
Sarah wasted no more time. With supernatural speed almost completely invisible to Luna’s eye the elf closed what distance there was between them, both hands gripped on her blade and thrusting forwards right towards Luna’s throat.
“I see…I think I remember something about a Queen going around claiming the land…” The man replied with a sigh, motioning with his hands as Lugh came over to help him stand. “And no, its alright. I’m rather tired.” He’d take a few quiet moments to gather his thoughts. “You have my thanks regardless. Yes, I’m aware of the village I’m actually from. I was cutting some wood, see, and I heard this beautiful voice asking for help, I think? I don’t remember much, and next thing I know I’m being swarmed by those things and you happened upon me then.” He’d take a seat on a nearby fallen log, rubbing his temples.
“Did this happen…during the day?” Elnith questioned.
“Yes, it happened just after sunrise.” The man replied. “I vaguely remember…a large flower of some sort, but other than that, no, I don’t remember much.”
“Haven’t seen it.” Lugh replied quickly.
“I can’t really point you in any direction, except maybe follow those flowers,” The man said, getting to his feet. “And I think I’ll head back to the village now. No need for an escort, I’ll be fine…probably. S’long as the fey haven’t replaced me with a changeling or something, haha.” He’d rather darkly joke, before starting to walk off back towards the village.
In the direction the little imps had ran, there was indeed what seemed to be some sort of abundance of flowers littered upon the ground. Multiple colored ones, some exotic and sweet smelling in their direction. These definitely weren’t flowers that were common in most parts of albion…
“Y-you’re totally mocking me-aaaaah-owowowow!” And skid the mage did, across the forested ground and nearly face planting into a nearby tree. She’d fall over, rolling over face first onto the ground, her white robes completely covered in dirt and grass from the forest now. She’d get to her hands and feet, face red with barely contained rage as she’d turn towards Elias. “Haven’t you ever heard to be gentle with a girls butt! Wait that sounds wrong-gah-you know what I mean you sword wielding beast!”
The tentacle slammed into the ground, crushing the earth and grass beneath it as it’d immediately retract upwards in fear of seeming retaliation. The octopoid appendage, immobile as it was could not avoid the blow that Reinhardt struck forth with - the axe cutting a deep, long gash in its base and spewing blood all over the ground and Reinhardt himself.
In retaliation, the tendril reached down, wrapping its mass around reinhardt in an attempt to crush him with its coils.
The voice from behind the door paused for a moment, seemingly in hesitation before it’d call back that if she needed anything, to only ask. It was probably just a simple guard that heard some commotion or otherwise had thought she had taken much too long. Still, perhaps it’d be a good idea to get dressed sooner rather than later.
“Eeeeh? We’re on a first name basis now? Pfft. And here I thought you didn't like me. Yes, I’m Cethlann. Your average every day little Fomorian.” The fomorian responded with her usual grin. “And you are…Fio, yes? I believe I overheard it when we were traveling. Well, Fio, its a good thing you’re not that queen of yours then, heh.” Despite not being able to see or move terribly much still, the Fomorian was tracking the sound of Fio’s movements with her head, slowly turning it to where her footsteps and voice were coming from.
“Hmm, I could tell, I could not…to tell or to not, hm…I get some good food, I lose a secret.” Cethlann seemed to tilt her head back and forth in thought. “Hmm, I think I’ll pass. Besides, if you’re a smarty little witch you’d already know.”
“No trouble at all, little kat.” The Krysa replied with a chuckle. “Its what we’re here for. We’d be poor instructors if we left you to to wolves.” She’d take her giant wrench and start inspecting the tank. It was in mostly good shape - the internals were still all fine, mostly, aside from the treads and the barrel having a hole eaten through it. “Aye, I’ll have to patch him up. Maybe I should look into some sort of…corrosion resistant plating, eh?” She’d toss Katherine a small flask of what was very obviously alcohol as she’d hop into the cockpit.
“Well, I’d say you did well enough, but whoever shot those demons from above…well, they’re going to get a talking to.” The rat replied with a chuckle. “You engaged without even figuring out what you were dealing with, and so ya got swarmed because of it.”
“Eeeh, you guys should get better hearing.” The maid teased, reaching for the demon that had been sneaking up on her. Polina’s bullets ripped through it, but it didn’t stop Lyssa from finishing it. The mechanical arm whirred, gears spinning and turning as she’d crush the beasts head with her fist, its body falling limply to the ground.
“We can talk later, yeah? Oh, its Lyssa Sth-Stauhans! My name, that is! We should all go get a cake or something after this!” She’d grin, the demons having mostly thinned out by now, but there were a number of hounds and those humanoid ones still present, and a number of them were now swarming towards Polina and Lucrecia.
One of those large headless ape things were barreling towards them too, crushing the remaining seats in their violent wake.
“Dunno, don’t think so!” She’d say in response to Lucrecia’s last question, blocking the lunge of a hellhound with her arm before giving it a punch that sent it flying with her other arm. “We got split up in all this chaos, haven’t seen another one since we have! We were supposed to meetup back here, but…well, guess they’re not coming.”
Appearance Generally, nothing special. Somewhat tall with a petite build and strong legs. Short dark hair, dressed in appropriate attire for a maid. A somewhat hard to read, neutral expression that seems to consider most people around her a bit annoying. Her most striking feature, is perhaps her violet eyes. A somewhat rare trait often considered to be connected to high ranking members of the church.
Gender: Female
Personality: In a few words, a bit standoffish with a penchant for dry wit, sarcasm, and generally thinking people are a bit dumb. A neutral, unreadable and slightly tired expression. Mella performs her duties as a maid with a practiced professionalism. Polite and friendly, but not friendly. She does menial tasks assigned to her without complaint, attends to her lords or ladys requests without questions, preempts whatever it is they could possibly want and ensures to do as they wish to the best of her abilities. In effect, she's a model maid as far as her employers are concerned. Aside from perhaps one little quirk of hers - she's an absolutely greedy and selfish little fiend. Not that she'll steal from her employers, no, that's a good way to get put in prison or worse. She'll do whats expected of her no questions ask...but want something else from her? Better pay up. Make an unexpected trip to town for some reason? Pay up. Spike the drink of some nobleman during a party? Pay up. Spy on other maids? Pay up - and you best pay well. This mostly translates to her doing just doing above the bare minimum as far as her work goes to appear competent. For the most part though, she pinches money, keeps her head down, and looks after no one else but herself. While the greed didn't come about until after she gained her memories, this life suits her just fine.
Abilities/Skills: Mella is an exceptional maid. Cooking, cleaning, housekeeping, gardening, caretaking...you name it. If its a domestic skill of some manner she can perform to excel. Mostly as one could expect from a maid, a few more skills in more clandestine areas, too. Rumor spreading, information gathering. Some perhaps, breaking and entering, sneaking, theft and has been quietly trying to learn some swordsmanship for some minor self defense in her little free time.
Outside of these things, though, Mella has no exceptional skills - she was never meant to be a major character in any route but one.
Well.
Save for the fact she's clairvoyant. A secret she doesn't let anyone know, nor does she want anyone to know. Using still surfaces of water, mirrors, or other 'pure' reflective surfaces she can, should she desire, see events that are happening far away. Its not perfect, and she can only hear sound in the purest of reflections like mirrors, and the visions may be cloudy and unfinished otherwise.
This is an ability ever held by those blessed by the divine and a closely guarded ability. The missing Saintess Rhamelle Seraphiella Kristiel was said to possess this ability.
History: Prior to becoming a maid, the person who had once been Mella, was a hard working cubicle monkey and desk jockey, and something of a former delinquent who had a history of crime in their former world before straightening their lives out as best they could. Playing games like Cross Heart Academy wasn't even particularly something they were fond of or had even considered doing too much of. The only reason she ever did, is because a friend left it over at her place one day, and quickly became engrossed in the more sim and business management routes that the game offered later on in the second acts.
About three years ago, is when she'd regain these memories. Confused at first, because one she had no idea what character she was, two, she thought this might have been punishment from the gods for running away, she quickly came to terms with who she was and what had happened. She was the Saintess - and in most routes, she ended up dying. Well yeah fuck that she already died once from overwork she wasn't gonna do that again. It was a good thing she was used to long hours and pretty monotonous work like this.
She resolved to solve this issue by amassing a fortune, becoming a mostly independent woman, and living a cushy life. Starting by saving up money to start a business.
Original Role and Background: The maid Mella Kristelle was for the most part, in Cross Heart Academy a complete background character. A maid working for the von Afah household, and the personal maid of their son, Reginald. In most routes, she's neither seen nor heard aside from a few references. In most routes, she often perishes in the conflicts that ruins the Afah house.
The only route in which she ever becomes relevant, is if the Heroine decides to Romance the man that will later become the Archbishop of the church. In this route, the Heroine effectively becomes a high ranking inquisitor and member of the church, maxing out both divine and more clandestine abilities in the process. The Archbishop asks her to look into the disappearance of Saintess Rhamelle Seraphiella Kristiel who disappeared some years ago under suspicious circumstances.
After following clues and looking into things, its discovered Mella, is in fact the saintess. Wanting nothing to do with the guilded cage of the church, the Heroine is forced to either fight her in which she is accidentally killed, let her go where she becomes effectively a homeless vagrant and leaves the country, or dragged back to the church and placed under stricter lock and key for the good of the kingdom.
Other:
Carries a small handheld mirror on her at all times.
Appearance Generally, nothing special. Somewhat tall with a petite build and strong legs. Short dark hair, dressed in appropriate attire for a maid. A somewhat hard to read, neutral expression that seems to consider most people around her a bit annoying. Her most striking feature, is perhaps her violet eyes. A somewhat rare trait often considered to be connected to high ranking members of the church.
Gender: Female
Personality: In a few words, a bit standoffish with a penchant for dry wit, sarcasm, and generally thinking people are a bit dumb. A neutral, unreadable and slightly tired expression. Mella performs her duties as a maid with a practiced professionalism. Polite and friendly, but not friendly. She does menial tasks assigned to her without complaint, attends to her lords or ladys requests without questions, preempts whatever it is they could possibly want and ensures to do as they wish to the best of her abilities. In effect, she's a model maid as far as her employers are concerned. Aside from perhaps one little quirk of hers - she's an absolutely greedy and selfish little fiend. Not that she'll steal from her employers, no, that's a good way to get put in prison or worse. She'll do whats expected of her no questions ask...but want something else from her? Better pay up. Make an unexpected trip to town for some reason? Pay up. Spike the drink of some nobleman during a party? Pay up. Spy on other maids? Pay up - and you best pay well. This mostly translates to her doing just doing above the bare minimum as far as her work goes to appear competent. For the most part though, she pinches money, keeps her head down, and looks after no one else but herself. While the greed didn't come about until after she gained her memories, this life suits her just fine.
Abilities/Skills: Mella is an exceptional maid. Cooking, cleaning, housekeeping, gardening, caretaking...you name it. If its a domestic skill of some manner she can perform to excel. Mostly as one could expect from a maid, a few more skills in more clandestine areas, too. Rumor spreading, information gathering. Some perhaps, breaking and entering, sneaking, theft and has been quietly trying to learn some swordsmanship for some minor self defense in her little free time.
Outside of these things, though, Mella has no exceptional skills - she was never meant to be a major character in any route but one.
Well.
Save for the fact she's clairvoyant. A secret she doesn't let anyone know, nor does she want anyone to know. Using still surfaces of water, mirrors, or other 'pure' reflective surfaces she can, should she desire, see events that are happening far away. Its not perfect, and she can only hear sound in the purest of reflections like mirrors, and the visions may be cloudy and unfinished otherwise.
This is an ability ever held by those blessed by the divine and a closely guarded ability. The missing Saintess Rhamelle Seraphiella Kristiel was said to possess this ability.
History: Prior to becoming a maid, the person who had once been Mella, was a hard working cubicle monkey and desk jockey, and something of a former delinquent who had a history of crime in their former world before straightening their lives out as best they could. Playing games like Cross Heart Academy wasn't even particularly something they were fond of or had even considered doing too much of. The only reason she ever did, is because a friend left it over at her place one day, and quickly became engrossed in the more sim and business management routes that the game offered later on in the second acts.
About three years ago, is when she'd regain these memories. Confused at first, because one she had no idea what character she was, two, she thought this might have been punishment from the gods for running away, she quickly came to terms with who she was and what had happened. She was the Saintess - and in most routes, she ended up dying. Well yeah fuck that she already died once from overwork she wasn't gonna do that again. It was a good thing she was used to long hours and pretty monotonous work like this.
She resolved to solve this issue by amassing a fortune, becoming a mostly independent woman, and living a cushy life. Starting by saving up money to start a business.
Original Role and Background: The maid Mella Kristelle was for the most part, in Cross Heart Academy a complete background character. A maid working for the von Afah household, and the personal maid of their son, Reginald. In most routes, she's neither seen nor heard aside from a few references. In most routes, she often perishes in the conflicts that ruins the Afah house.
The only route in which she ever becomes relevant, is if the Heroine decides to Romance the man that will later become the Archbishop of the church. In this route, the Heroine effectively becomes a high ranking inquisitor and member of the church, maxing out both divine and more clandestine abilities in the process. The Archbishop asks her to look into the disappearance of Saintess Rhamelle Seraphiella Kristiel who disappeared some years ago under suspicious circumstances.
After following clues and looking into things, its discovered Mella, is in fact the saintess. Wanting nothing to do with the guilded cage of the church, the Heroine is forced to either fight her in which she is accidentally killed, let her go where she becomes effectively a homeless vagrant and leaves the country, or dragged back to the church and placed under stricter lock and key for the good of the kingdom.
Other:
Carries a small handheld mirror on her at all times.
Kaeru stifled a laughter as Kyozan plowed face first into the dirt. He really should be focused more on the matter at hand, but playing with the newcomers was always part of the fun of the jobs in and of itself. Still, they did indeed have a job to do. He'd put an arm around Nyoko's shoulders, rubbing her head with a grin.
"Alright, that's enough playing don't antagonize him too much." She'd respond with a purr, glancing towards the annoyed Rakasha who seemed to at least take the little prank a bit better then some had. Kaeru was right, after all, they did indeed have a job to do. The pair would move towards the black mass, now that most of the grudges had been dealt with and the area mostly secured and that left them to do their cleanup job.
They were both mildly worried about their boss, but there was little to be done until this had been resolved.
"Mhm Kaeru?"
"Oooooi! Big guy with the big strong muscles bigger than his brain!" Kaeru waved Kyozan over. "We can handle the little guys if you want to try and clean up that big blob thing." Truthfully, both of their skills were much better suited for taking care of large numbers of grudges rather than something huge like that. The pair would immediately set into action, with Kaeru engaging the Grudges with his martial arts and while Nyoko began another dance, focusing on once more hampering their movements for Kyozan to deal with the big blob and Kaeru to take out more Grudges.
"Oh, you want to meet an Iron Rose knight, away from crowds?" Cecil flashed her a cheeky grin. "Sounds like you were hoping to get a private date with one." She'd tease the elf. A step to the left, to the right. A little bow, as Cecils hands held her elvish partner firmly, but gently guiding her steps as best she could. It was a good thing she had natural grace to her that made the effort much easier, and able to easily correct her mistakes.
"Your mom was an Iron Rose herself, wasn't she?" Cecil would casually inquire, hoping to perhaps glean a bit more of information about the older elf. "Honestly she's about as pretty as the paintings." Shale was remaining mostly quiet, though Cecil was pretty sure she was grumbling something about why always with the flirting.
Yuisa said nothing, merely following Vammy with her eyes as she’d proceed to follow the demon down the tower and then, down the stairs into the basement. The revolting sweet smell got only stronger here, with vines and plants growing along the walls nonstop and having completely taken over the walls and floor. But nothing overly important. Just more cells. More experiment halls as the stairs would continue deeper down into the island they found themselves on.
Eventually the descent would lead them to the final floor, thankfully having run into no more of those plant things. Here, there were two doors. A large metal door carved with the image of a serpent, the vines having pried open the doors and seemed to be where they were coming from. Vammy could feel faint, incredibly old divine power coming from them.
On the left of the wall, though, was…some sort of odd, heavy metal door that was shut. No obvious keyhole, it looked more like a giant metal slab with rivets and hinges in it. A small metal panel was in the wall next to it.
The goddess has an odd shaped device that is spewing fire and burning down a garden.
Current location: Old prison Time: afternoon Current Objective: Find the contraption the God Iva mentioned Potential Events:
“...the spines on this guy, hah.” The one named Sella chuckled. “Thinking he knows what hes talking about. Instead of the little kiddies, you should be more worried about me snacking on you.” She’d flash a row of sharp, pointed teeth at Finn. “And where do you think you’re going to run, too, huh? Too deep for a human to swim out. Too small for you to crawl out before we just drag you out. Maybe we’ll keep you locked up here like some pet-”
“Sella, that’s enough…! Why do you always insist on doing this? This is why the land dwellers hate us!” The second Valtem interjected. “I don’t know what you’re thinking human, but its just us two and one brood mother. The rest of our sisters are…already dead-”
“Melleph!” Sella snapped. “That’s not something he needs to know!”
“But if we just ask maybe-” Sella silenced Meleph with a glare.
The Goddess is eagerly taking notes… Current location: Dawn Time: Afternoon Potential Events:
“...Hey, shh.” The ratmen fell silent, all looking up from around their campfire. One was looking around, one of his ears twitching. “...thought I heard something.” A few quiet seconds passed as Lissa quietly would move away, earning a nervous chuckle from the other Krysa.
“Prekratit, you fool. This forest is haunted! Don’t scare us like that!”
“Haunted by wolves, maybe. Stop being a child and get back to looking already.” The last member would snap to the others, making the rest get up from their post and start packing up the little camp to get moving again. Thankfully though, Lissa was now long gone.
So trees marked with that symbol were the wrong path, was it? A simple thing to keep in mind. It wouldn’t be too hard to avoid them or to keep things hopefully on the right path. As she’d walk through the snowy forest, the charm in her possession would grow slightly warm, and as she’d pass by a particular tree she’d feel the world before her…shift, slightly.
As if something had been pulled off her vision, the scenery changed before her just slightly.
This would happen a few more times as she’d wander through the forest, eventually reaching a small clearing with a cabin in the middle. She could hear voices from inside.
The goddess throws the stick off screen, and the dog comes back…as a skeleton dog, and runs after the startled goddess. Current location: Dawn Time: Morning Current Objective: Find the Necromancer Potential Events:
“Well if its herbs you want,” Jivka got up from her seat, walking over to where a few dried plants were hanging on a nearby rack. “I’m your girl. One of them, anyways. A good hunter always knows to brush up on this stuff just in case they get injured.” She’d pluck a few and place them on the table. “This ones good for fevers,” She’d say, holding a dried bundle of short, fat leaves to her. “This one’ll help with swelling and this one goes great on meats.”
She’d laugh at the last one.
“If you want, I could show you some. Got nothin’ better to do right now and if I get any more bored I’ll probably go crack a rat skull or two.”
r. Current location: Yaga Village Time: Morning Potential Events:
“I don’t see how that’s my problem.” The Yaga replied curtly, folding her arms and narrowing her eyes at Novak. A few tense, quiet seconds would follow as Ayumi hopped along the table, nuzzling Novak’s arm. The only sound was the crackling of the fireplace and a cool breeze blowing in from outside.
“...look,” The Yaga sighed after a few moments. “Its not that I don’t understand, but I can’t exactly help even if I wanted to. I am far more terrified of the Lady of Death then I am of any rat or whoever it is that you serve. I’d rather be killed then have a relatively peaceful afterlife then die and be tortured for eternity as a lost soul in the Asphodel Meadows.” She moved over to a few cabinets, rummaging around and pulling out some bread, vegetables, plates, and a number of other foodstuffs and placing them on the table.
“...but if it’ll get you out of my fur, alI I can really say is that if they’re looking for me, then they believe one of two things. Rifelshka is involved in this assassination attempt, or they think I can help them find who is through some sort of contract with her.” The Yaga walked over to an egg basket, taking a few out and placing them next to the bread. “If its the former…well, they think they can use me in some manner.” A derisive chuckle from her told all one needed to know what she thought about it.
She’d start chopping some vegetables with a knife.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be so blinded by something so flimsy as friendship and stop to think that maybe they have legitimate reasons for targeting your caravan.” She’d leave the knife embedded in a particularly large onion and glance up at Novak.
A maid with a purple blindfold and a broom suddenly shows up in the dialogue box. The Moon goddess, startled, runs away while the broom wielding maid chases her. Current location: Northern Snowfields Time: Morning Potential Events:
“Aha, a spear is all? Well don’t you worry.” Asvar excitedly took the spear. “For helping little Raelzeth…I’ll do somethin’ special for ya. Come by tomorrow evening and she’ll be good as new, that’s a dwarven promise.” He’d run his hands over the spear, a low rumbling tone coming from his throat, a small smile forming on his lips as he’d give it a few test swings. “And a fine spear she already is. Won’t be much trouble at all.” He’d give Raelzeth a rough pat on the back, nearly causing her to stumble over. “If there’ll be nothing else, better get Raelzeth here something for her throat and get started on a plan for this beauty.”
It was getting late in the day too. The sun starting to sink a bit low over the horizon as dusk would settle over the village. Perhaps there was something he needed to do under the cover of darkness-
“Oh, seems I’m interrupting a party.” A blond haired woman with fierce eyes walked up to the group. Something about the woman made Gideons skin proverbially crawl, as if this womans mere presence was off-putting to the Raam. “I heard there was a dwarf smith here and was hoping to buy some things and get my blade looked at.”
“No trouble at all lass.” Asvar replied. “You’re that new girl that arrived with the elf aren’t you?”
“Aye.” Sorcha’s eyes glanced over Gideon briefly. “...not often a Raam travels this far past the mountains.”
The moon goddess punches an oddly shaped square tree that produces an oddly shaped square block of wood which she then somehow turns into a wooden pickaxe. Current location: Dawn Time: Morning Potential Events:
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Hello! Welcome to my little bio.
Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).
Have some dancing medjed.
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<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/jjKSxTj.png" /></div><br><br>Hello! Welcome to my little bio.<br><br>Not much to say, really. Just a horror game protag that likes writing and playing vidya games when I'm not being chased by the cosmic forces of darkness. (I'm a security guard that works night shifts usually).<br><br>Have some dancing medjed.<br><br><img src="https://i.redd.it/q95hk1tobbv11.gif" /></div>
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