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Recent Statuses

1 mo ago
Current The guild has gained nearly 2000 new members in 7 months, and only 26 are online
4 mos ago
Hum.....conquest or destruction, that is the question.... #British Empire
4 mos ago
Lost power for two days. Joy. How's everyone doing?
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6 mos ago
Yesterday was history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift. That why it's called the present.
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8 mos ago
93,000 members, and only 35 are online
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Bio

I'm a 25 year old RPer trying to get back into this site lol. Here's a link to my interest checks if you want to know more. If you want to talk to me on discord, msg Shadow_Dragon#0908, though I may take a while to reply. Wer sulta qeelakvi zhincitic

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Most Recent Posts

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Because my role, given the circumstances of Existence, doesn't allow for one.


Why not find a loophole? That's my expertise.
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Chaotic, structured, and ordered, depending on the era. Now it's quite busy.


Why so busy? Why not take a break?
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Data Stream. The pleasure is mine.


How has your life been so far?

*He grins, lightly showing his fangs*
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I take it you're the vampire.


*He bows*

Vinashy Bloodrobe, at your service.
@Shadow Dragon
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Present, as per request.

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Hello, former Noble Mierno.


*Vinashy floats around in the back, lost in thought*
Vuthaternock tilts his head, and gently rests his hand on the hilt of one of his swords. "Why would someone want this dagger? And what kind of magics does it possess?" He waits for an answer, his wings feeling cramped in such a small space. He resists the urge to spread his wings, knowing he'd clip someone upside the head if he did so. He looks at the group, and chuckles quietly to himself. "Well. We're a rather mixed group."
He stares at the wall.
He sighs.
Vuthaternock whispers to himself in draconic, reciting a curse cast on him long ago. "Marfedelom vur ruin nishka qe dout wiot, dronilnr dout hearts vur sprits ousch. Ergriff ini wer morne di ibafarshan, shilta dout sepa qe douta tenamalo." His eyes flash red for a second, and he shudders, then composes himself. He rests his hand on a hilt hidden by his wings, watching everything with red, slitted eyes. These warriors are dangerous. Best to watch my step. Until the time is right. He licks his lips, and waits for the mysterious 'Lady'.
Oh, my bad! I must have forgotten to send my post! Gimme a minute to retype it.
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