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4 yrs ago
Current Sometimes you spend so long looking for peace in someone else, you loose sight of that peace you can give yourself. Don't forget that guys.
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5 yrs ago
"Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today? Today is a gift. That is why it is called the present." -Master Oogway
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8 yrs ago
So many writing ideas, so little time to write. Being an adult sucks...
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8 yrs ago
It's the most fattening time of the year!
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9 yrs ago
There is a madness to my method. Or is there a method to my madness?
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Day/Time: Day Three - Evening
Location: Northrend-Valiance Keep, Borean Tundra
Tagging: @DracoLunaris@ONL@Holy Soldier@Wxer




The armored individual glanced at the only member of Darion's group to appear to be properly equipped before looking back at the icebreaker, a frown pursing his lips together as he appraises what she had said to see. He stroked his beard in thought before sighing and shaking his head. "Officially, I imagine it's likely just one of the mages retrieving some of their extra materials stored in the hold of the ship. It's part of why it's still docked here, as well as to act as an emergency departure system should the need arise. Unofficially," he steps closer to her and gestures towards a barely noticeably windmill atop a cliff on the other side of the beach, "the nearby town that was giving us a steady supply of supplies has gone silent and strange things are happening in the keep. I have reason to believe the Cult of Damned has something to do with this."

Stepping back as they all retrieve their gold, he gestures. "Feel free to do what you need. The black smith is over there by your friend, along with the armorer. Better winter clothing is available there as well. Our general supplies merchant has healing potions and such as needed. Take a look around the keep as well, this will be your home here on the Borean Tundra after all."

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩: 𝙒𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜


Post Order: Rubick, Cole Phelps, Blue, Constantina, Vent
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Level: 3
Day/Time: Day Three-Evening
Location: Northrend-Valiance Keep
Interacting: Flint, Black Smith
Mention: Blue@Holy Soldier, Constantina@DracoLunaris, Rubick@WXer, Cole Phelps@ONL
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After retrieving his gold with a quiet thank you, the Mega Man turned to wait for the rest of his squad to catch up, appraising the area around them. Above the parapets, he could see some kind of flier soaring above, launching...something at the troops on the ground, who seemed to be engaged with both the flyers and "The hell are those things on the beaches?" The young man simply couldn't tell from that distance, and as he moved to find out, a passing midget-like man carrying a rifle stopped him.

"Hold on there, lad. Those undead Nerubians aren't somethin' to go an' gawk at from any distance, not with their flyin' pets above us." Vent glanced at the man and opened his mouth before the man continued. "Och, but where are me manners? Names Flint, Dwarven Ranger. You one of those that came with the Death Knight I saw headin' into the keep? Ye look a wee bit, well, scrawny, if ya are." For just the briefest moment, Vent could feel a flash of his old temper flare up at the mention of his obvious physical ability but he managed to tamp it down before he made a mistake.

"Well, I'm not sure what a Death Knight is, but I did come with a Darion Mograine, as did my team," he points over the dwarf's shoulder, "there. We're the help he brought back from Platform City." The dwarf glanced at the team and then back at Vent before nodding.

"Well, if the Death Knight, something you'll find out the meaning of soon enough, thinks you're good enough, tis good enough for me. Although ya might want ta pick up a weapon while you're here, those fists won't do much more than aggravate those Nerubians. Follow me to th' black smith where we ca' get you a proper weapon, lad." Or at least, the dwarf hoped that this was a lad, or he'd be in a world of hurt later. Vent started to object and then paused as he looked out at the beaches where the gunfire continued coming from. Perhaps being prepared wasn't such a bad thing, especially since he might not be able to megamerge right away.
Life is crazy. Slow progress is slow.
Nab even. *facedesks*
I'll nap my originals as well. Saves time XD
I had an idea of a Mandalorian bounty hunter who doesn't wear a helmet and very little armor. his main ambition will to one day retrieve the helm of Mandalore that was stolen from his people by Revan.

He doesn't wear a helmet because he feels his people have been disgraced and their honor took until he can retrieve the helm back.


This picks up WAY after the events of KOTOR and KOTOR 2. Helmet isn't even a factor anymore.
You know I am.
@ZarkunWell ain't I a silly goose? I'll go change it ASAP and promptly hide in the corner of shame.


We have a corner of shame?
@ONL I think you meant Piper. Vent's in a different mission. Might I suggest only mentioning the people in your mission to avoid confusion? Even though almost all veteran players are in both.
Elias raised an eyebrow at the pirate and shook his head. "I wouldn't go to just any enclave, Tyrell. This one is of Clan Ordo; my clan." He settles in as the descend towards the slowly revealing mountain fortress. "Couple of hours tops. Now then, lets get the details on what exactly might have convinced your First Mate to mutiny. Did she get an offer?"
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