I never had a soul Arena.
Oh please, you can't fool me with that old bullshit.
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Seeya next week, Guild. Signing off.
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Merry Christmas
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Elder Scrolls RP, now with the Creation Club!
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It's happening again. I have been visited by a soviet mad scientist, a king, a penguin prince of darkness, a house plant god thing, a mystical ancient member, a tired reaper (thank god) + a greeting.
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For the same reason Rome 2 was attacked by thousands of players who don't know what they're talking about. lleeeeeeemmmmings
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Oh please, you can't fool me with that old bullshit.
Regina frowned as she stood and walked to her shelves. Immediately dismissing the scrolls, she kneeled to have a look at the books closer to the floor, tracing the various bindings - some of which looked rather old indeed. She dismissed the books entirely after a minute.
"Nothing suitable, but I might have something to help." She walked over to Ivan holding nothing at all and crouched to meet his gaze. "May I?"
"Nothing suitable, but I might have something to help." She walked over to Ivan holding nothing at all and crouched to meet his gaze. "May I?"
Why introduce yourself when your soul's already been picked to pieces over the years?
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Wait... you've been married to a person?
Unconventional... *cough*
Shrink the size or carve your own path's my take on it, to hell with the other people.
Then again, I shouldn't be saying much, I was unconventional at best...
Then again, I shouldn't be saying much, I was unconventional at best...
Banned because that title was placed there by some unknown entity. No association. No false accusation. *eye twitch*
This meme war is painful xD
And it is herein, gents, that the experiment begins...
Do tell me if an image broke, doing a slight round of testing with this...
A Halloween Mini-RP
Day 3, Morning - All Characters
As the group moved into the clearing, it was apparent that it was a larger clearing than most. It was also apparent that Regina's home wasn't a tiny cabin.
The ground around her home was more stable than the surrounding area, even the path in front of it. As she stepped up the planks of her small porch, the mud fell from her clothes, with no sign remaining that she had walked in the mud at all. As she opened opened the door and entered, leaving it for others to follow, the caravan master's grimy clothes were similarly refreshed, the mud flowing down the steps and vanishing into the surrounding grass. The clearing had superior visibility as well, though seeing outside of the clearing was another matter entirely.
Those to enter would find the place comfortable-seeming, clean, yet rather messy in its own way. The walls were stuffed, bookshelves, paintings, innocently hanging items ranging from onions to kitchen utensils, tables with a variety of items, including loose coins and open books, and to the right a ladder going upwards and tucked in the corner a trapdoor presumably leading downwards. The back door, for whatever reason, was open. An open, solitary cloak-hook was positioned by the doorway.
Regina walked in to take a seat at the chair in front of the central table, awaiting the entry of other group members, as the caravan master stood just outside the door.
The Caravan
A Halloween Mini-RP
Day 3, Morning - All Characters
As the group moved into the clearing, it was apparent that it was a larger clearing than most. It was also apparent that Regina's home wasn't a tiny cabin.
The ground around her home was more stable than the surrounding area, even the path in front of it. As she stepped up the planks of her small porch, the mud fell from her clothes, with no sign remaining that she had walked in the mud at all. As she opened opened the door and entered, leaving it for others to follow, the caravan master's grimy clothes were similarly refreshed, the mud flowing down the steps and vanishing into the surrounding grass. The clearing had superior visibility as well, though seeing outside of the clearing was another matter entirely.
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Those to enter would find the place comfortable-seeming, clean, yet rather messy in its own way. The walls were stuffed, bookshelves, paintings, innocently hanging items ranging from onions to kitchen utensils, tables with a variety of items, including loose coins and open books, and to the right a ladder going upwards and tucked in the corner a trapdoor presumably leading downwards. The back door, for whatever reason, was open. An open, solitary cloak-hook was positioned by the doorway.
Regina walked in to take a seat at the chair in front of the central table, awaiting the entry of other group members, as the caravan master stood just outside the door.
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