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1 mo ago
Current I play a lot of characters with daddy issues to counteract my mummy issues
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4 mos ago
Between you and me I only break my hiatuses to make sure my post rate stays above 1 post/day
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5 mos ago
A reminder you dont need to know every detail of every bad thing. Being informed is good but being consumed achieves nothing good. You're still a good person if you have boundries with bad news
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4 yrs ago
No one remembers when corn kid said 'not everyone has to love it for it to be the best' and that quote hits deep
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7 yrs ago
Never did I think I'd be avoiding my roommates to avoid getting asked why there was a fake wedding in the lounge room but here we are, thanks DnD
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Idk man i just like writing silly little stories with the silly little people in my screen

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@HaleyTheRandom I'm confused, you put Amberlyn with Alexander but in your post you stated he was betrothed to Lilith? Is he betrothed to Amberlyn or Lilith?
Sorry y'all I was sleeping, initially post is coming :)
@Shade That's a point, I like torturing my characters plus, it's the whole point of the experience, she headstrong and naïve and she needs to learn a lesson * insert evil face *
Keyla watched the odd display, eyes wide. It was not a sight you saw often. Or at all. Keyla had seen some extraordinarily odd things but this was something unknown to her. The Gods. Yes she had heard concepts of them but never really believed in their existence. She never knew enough to have reason too until she had become too insistence in the lack of their existence. Even if there were Gods what had they done for her despite grant her ill-will? Granted, she had found a family but her life had been too scarred in the first place to grant them mercy.

She gave a small laugh, mentally concluding this man was a sorcerer of some description.

"Sir, I do not know what you are playing at but the Gods cease to exist. They are illusions planted into the minds of people but you, sir, you are showing the signs of something not... normal"
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Keyla nocked another arrow, pulling it back along with the string of her bow. Not that it was any use. The grey men had all dissipated. She turned her body toward the man who had earlier blocked her path with a wagon, her nocked arrow in his direction but in the instance before it's release the man was attacked. The young archer lowered her bow slightly.

The death of the beast happened in the blink of an eye, falling upon its enemy's blade. The opposing man had not come out unscathed, his jaw bone was exposed through a large slit in his face. He was smiling now. A smile that Keyla, through her experience of years living on the streets, knew was going to lead to danger. She watched the blood drip down his face.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked the crowd. Keyla looked around the room, others may possibly know, but not she. In her years on the street folklore and history and such trivia as who-is-whom had been replaced with forging and survival skills.

"If you are so proud," She calls out, "Why don't you spare us the liberty of guessing and inform us yourself?" she says with the rise of her left eyebrow.

@Shade

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@Shade Sorry, stress and half-asleepness, not the best state to RP in. I've tailored the post to fit the story
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