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Current The Hateful eight has me inspired, whose ready for a western RP?
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BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! WHEN THE GALAXY BURNS, WE WILL DEFINE RIGHTEOUSNESS!
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[i]BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE! WHEN THE GALAXY BURNS, WE WILL DEFINE RIGHTEOUSNESS![/i]
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BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!
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Sorry for not pposting like I said, IRL is a bit crazy atm, will post up sometimes this following week

I apologize
Azak grunted as the Aylv tried hard to gouge him, before laughing, "You already know that'll do little more than scuff the plate, boy. Why do you keep trying?", he shook his head, before the Aylv nearly got it in his visor. Growling he shoved the boy forward against the leash in retaliation. He smiled cruelly at this, happy to be holding all the power here. Unfourtanetly, that was all about to change very quickly as the boys cloak billowed up seemingly from nothing, obscuring the skiff from Azak. This momentary loss of vision was all the stealthy little git needed, as he snipped the leash and jumped ship... or riding beast onto the skiff, a sickening pop accompanying him as it sped away from Azak and his wounded mount.

The bandit growled looking down at the cut leash in his hand and the skiff rapidly gaining distance between them. With a flick of his wrist he brought his cleaver to bare, the chain connecting it to his wrist revealing its length as he flung it at the back of the craft, managing to hook it perfectly. Taking hold with both hands, he braced for the sudden pull as for a few yards he was simply dragged through the sand, accomadating to his new speed. After a few moment though he started to climb, pulling himself up the chain bit by bit, inch by inch getting closer to the skiff. His arms ached and sand blasted into his visor but he was heedless to these obstacles as he dragged himself forward.
It wasn't long before he had caught up, and grasped the hilt of his great cleaver and using it to pull himself up into the skiff... mere feet away from the Aylv, "So, trying to escape already eh? Not smart boy, you'll have to kill me before I let you get away from me!", he growled and lunged at the antlered boy, aiming to grab him by the dangerous protrusions lest he try to aim them into his visor. No one escaped Azak, not while he drew breath.
@RomanAria will get reply up by tonight
@darkwolf687 hey man can you give me some kind of indication you saw what I said and that, as a player in the RP, your going to respect my decision as GM? Currently as far as I'm aware you haven't seen it or you are ignoring me
I'm posting tonight.

Also, cool new character... lizardfolk
@RomanAria hahaaha alright, if it ever gets overwhelming please say something

Also, I hope things are alright with obby, and that they return to us A ok
@RomanAria They've been offline quite awhile... but Aria you aready have so many characters... can you handle another one? Currently I'm fairly certain you are RPing with nearlty every character in this RP xD

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Victor had expected any number of things in the cottage. And empty building, a creature taken up refuge possibly even a hardy group that had built their life here... of course witch was just as likely and it seemed to him that was exactly who was greeting them. A 'kindly' old woman had opened the door and introduced herself Miss Mimi.The moving scarecrows, inexplicable plant growth underground, a cottage for gods sake it was perhaps the most obvious fissod Victor had ever witnessed... not that it really mattered, if she was providing shelter he was fine with it, after all what could she do to him?

He entetered after Luciel and Gish, calmly using a dirk of his to scrape whatever grime had been on his metal shod boots. He was very grateful she had invited all of them in, otherwise his cover may have been blown seeing as that annoying stipulation of a vampire needing invitation to gain entry to a private home. Calmly he in introduced himself once inside, "Thank you madame, I am Sir Victor Guttman, a pleasure.", and bowed shallowly. He listened to Luciel ask his questions. He smiled down at William and ushered him in alongside himself, "Now William its not nice to decline an invitation! And thats quite rude to say.", he lightly scolded him. Hopefully this cottage was large enough to have a few secluded spots... Victor needed to feed and his chosen victims would have to be seperated for that, which would be hard to do if this place was to small.
@NarcissisticPotato ha hardly. It's not gonna be easy. But you know, we'll see what happens
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