That's the way things work.
You just ignore the characters that have disappeared. Even if they're talking to them
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If anyone I used to RP with comes back to check my profile and is wanting to carry on: sod it, dm me your discord, let's get started again
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I miss the old RPGuild..
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There is stuff happening on the island... No one seems to have read it
I understand. I think it'll help once we establish which players are fully interested. Were still jumping between activity and inactivity at the moment.
Surprised there's been no hate. This is good
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Roran kept his how extended, watching the crates until the figure came out.
"You're stealing from the kingdom of Cathlas, this kill, is property of the King." As was everything else in the kingdom. There was a certain air of venom in his tone as the word King spat across his tongue. It slid off with a sticky, hateful tone, as if Roran held a deep hatred for the man on the throne that spam back to earlier than the day he was forced to join the Watch. "I will ask you your name once, you will answer and will be taken back to Harrow where your sentance will be judged." He'd have to take her himself, after all, it was the rules. "Or should I kill you now? That way-" He stopped, feeling a fierce wind push from behind his shoulders. The wind seemed powerful and forced his fingers to release the hold of the bow string. The arrow was sent swirling towards the thief. It was so quick, Roran barely saw it. The arrow moved visably out the way so it didn't pierce the heart of the elf.
Roran stumbled back a little and stared at the arrow as it lay on the ground just outside of the fire's light.
"Wait there." He stammered, moving over to Hadvar's tent. He disappeared to a second and the two reappeared.
"Warg? Oh.. A Castermere thief. Seems a bit stretched to be stealing from Watchmen in these hills." He looked the elf up and down befor seating himself by the fire. He'd cover watch and leave Roran to take the thief to Harrow.
"You're stealing from the kingdom of Cathlas, this kill, is property of the King." As was everything else in the kingdom. There was a certain air of venom in his tone as the word King spat across his tongue. It slid off with a sticky, hateful tone, as if Roran held a deep hatred for the man on the throne that spam back to earlier than the day he was forced to join the Watch. "I will ask you your name once, you will answer and will be taken back to Harrow where your sentance will be judged." He'd have to take her himself, after all, it was the rules. "Or should I kill you now? That way-" He stopped, feeling a fierce wind push from behind his shoulders. The wind seemed powerful and forced his fingers to release the hold of the bow string. The arrow was sent swirling towards the thief. It was so quick, Roran barely saw it. The arrow moved visably out the way so it didn't pierce the heart of the elf.
Roran stumbled back a little and stared at the arrow as it lay on the ground just outside of the fire's light.
"Wait there." He stammered, moving over to Hadvar's tent. He disappeared to a second and the two reappeared.
"Warg? Oh.. A Castermere thief. Seems a bit stretched to be stealing from Watchmen in these hills." He looked the elf up and down befor seating himself by the fire. He'd cover watch and leave Roran to take the thief to Harrow.
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