He quickly turns to see the source of the voice. "I apologize, we were only looking for the owner of this store." He quickly said.
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8 yrs ago
Hello all! I have returned, after an unexcused abcense. Now, let's have a hell of a time.
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9 yrs ago
Sup turd-nuggets
9 yrs ago
I don't really care anymore. If I can't find a RP that won't fall apart in a week, I'm probably going to leave this site. So, let's hope for fun.
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9 yrs ago
All RP groups that I'm in, I will be gone until the 4th. GM's, control my characters until then.
9 yrs ago
I need a 1x1 RP with no romance, but a metric-fucking-ton of action. Anything but romance.
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What makes a man? Not his muscles or speed. But his courage, intellect, and morals.
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"Jen, if you would book us in the inn, while I look around." He said with a nod as he walked and saw the Arcane shop sign. "Gobbo, here it is." He said as he looked at Gobbo. Then, Gobbo nearly screamed with excitement and sprinted into the door of the shop, forgetting to open the door.
"GOBBO! HOLD UP!" He yells, and Gobbo slows to accommodate to everyone else's speed. As he jogs past Jen, he says, "To Hell and back if I know."
"Sounds good to me. I need to clean my arm anyways." He says, nodding. Then he turns to Gobbo. "She may be able to." He said, wondering if God wanted to mess around any more.
He suddenly felt the burning need to flip the middle finger to the proverbial God. Then it faded as he heard Jen. "Yea. Guess it's just from sleep deprivation."
"Well, that's nice. You will learn more along the way, and so will I." He says with a hopeful smile as they continued to trek, then he began to hear rustling in the wooded are around them, he placed his hand on an pistol. "Brock, Jen, we're not alone."
Apologies for my absence, my houses internet went down for a few days.
"Gobbo, how did you do that?" He asks with a smile, proud of his friends discovery. "You're learning spells? I'm sure that someone can help with that." Emphasizing that end of the sentence so that Jen and Brock can hear it.
"Trust me Brock, sometimes, I don't believe it either. Jen, back down." He says, refusing to let those two fight. "Our versions of Death and Hell differ."
"I would rather not find that alcoholic maniac. Nearly killed me on one to many occasions." He said, remembering how many times he almost died because of them. Being the offset, smaller brother of the group. "Although, if we do come upon him, he will not be allowed any alcohol, we would need him to be of a clear mind."
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