ArenaSnow

Hey.

Yes indeed, just stop by soul deposit box 37 first. It doesn't bite. Usually.

Hey, to everyone here!

Greetings.

My first soul collection was from Undertale. >.>

Hello

Greetings.

I hear if you donate your soul to the right gentlemen, your writing quality improves 500%.*

Ban the Person above you

Banned because the admission has already been made.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

Ban the Person above you

Banned because you're pulling the assuming argument on well known facts.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

@Oliver Oops >.> good reminder for me to ping everyone next time 10 minutes or so before I post. Might want to revise yours.

@Proxi Bah, you're fine - you were in with the horse anyways.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for not reloading the page.

Ban the Person above you

Banned for wanting to kill my horse that I killed anyways.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

The Caravan

A Halloween Mini-RP

Trip Day 3, Morning - All Characters

Rainy as it was before, the clouds above managed to become deeper, darker, and considerably wetter, with the rain showing no sign of letting up anytime soon. Fog and rain relentlessly hammered the forest, accompanied by a growing wind coming down from the north. Though it was only morning, it was dark enough to be late evening. Rain and wind were the best indicators; nobody could see the sky through the increasingly dense fog...

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Caravan Group

The rain came down with a wrath unseen in the South, battering the dome with the fury of a hail of arrows. The caravan master and those assisting him managed to get the horse up, who was taking the whole affair rather well given his broken front legs.
"He's the only u'n who ca- bloody-"

The horse fell with an almost human scream in the direction of the caravan driver, who barely avoided being crushed but found his feet planted a foot under the mud by a horse that was now screaming in pain.

"Bloody hells! Damn horse inni't goin' to last longer! Gimme the-" He grabbed at the inside of his cloak, pulling out a short silver dagger. "...I'm sorry..." he choked out as he pulled the horses head near him and plunged the blade into the middle of the animal's skull.

He held the horse as it died, clutching it tightly for several seconds before slowly pulling out the blade red with blood and laying it into the mud. Waving away anyone who would have helped him, he extracted his legs from the mud, black boots now entirely brown with a little red on them as well. "...13 years..." he muttered as he stood unsteadily, picking up the knife and putting it back in his completely dirty cloak without cleaning it off. Squinting to the road ahead, he pointed and said "There".

'There', in the fog, still distant yet coming closer, was a distinct beam of yellow held by a dark silhouette.

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Forest Group
As the two conversed in the relentless pounding of heavier rain and deeper fog, the almost human scream of the horse reached their ears.