ArenaSnow

Hello there~ :3

Mmm... new souls. I don't suppose your Australian? One of those souls are always appreciated, but any soul will do.

Well, here goes nothing!

Now that you're at home, lets get down to business.

First question. Where's your soul?

Hey I'm completely new to this but I've always been very interested

Greetings! Always good to have new souls to eat...

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

The caravan master sat on a nearby fallen branch, looking at the various individuals in the group. "Hmm... I suppose 'egina is dead or worse by now, but as for what they're doing..."

He paused and looked at the sky with sunken eyes.

"Believed in a lot once, I did. Thought the South was 'ell itself. Bick'rin an' bick'rin an' death... I was jus' a wee lad when the village burned. Sart'rian army, it 'twas. Scorch'd earth, they call it. Jus' wanted to see the world burn..." He sighed. "Got n' offer, took it. Helped them in the North, came down, started farry'n gents up... none of 'em made it. North'rn towns an' folks of pure heart, dead, an' my job is to add to 'em. Recruits. Any'un was fine."

He looked back down the path towards the house. "Last good 'un up 'ere, she was. Only 'un to keep the forest clear, but she din't clear 'em from demons. Demons came to 'er, she refused to 'elp them, they... convinced 'er." He said the last words very grimly.

"'er mother, see, was the Dungn'ess, that witch sorceress who was a big thing half a decade ago... ya' know?" Continuing on, he spoke ever more grimly "an' that blood's useful. They wan' to summon a demon of demon's nightmare. Jus' one can throw everythin' off balance... they put the junk on the table last time, tol' er not to touch it, an' now we have it. Only demons read the stuff, 'er mother kept it for whatever reason. That book-" he pointed at Baldur - "is one of a series for bindin'. No bindin', no control. 'ey can do it without the lore, 'ey just need to get more time. 'ey have the one 'ey need... 'tis too late, 'ey probably goin' to..." His words faded out, back to mutters.

And as for the scroll Skylar was examining, it was utterly blank.

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Three soldiers sat on logs in a round clearing ahead of Raven, each in armor, two chain-mail and one in half-plate, two laughing at some undoubtedly dirty joke a third cursing at a rock and wet stick over a sloppy stack of logs. Each had swords and shields besides them along with various other weapons, and the half-plate soldier had a crossbow at his side. Two shields were facedown, but one was facing up and carried the emblem of House Regarick, a southern faction known for its few but elite soldiers and plentiful cheap mercenaries.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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@Snake Face

Uplug the god damn net and go kill a wall. Worked for me. Didn't work for my fists very well, but hell, it worked.

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You know where to find me. I never move nor change. Take me or leave me, is up to you.

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Banned for spending the effort to make the above post and waste bytes on the internet.

The Caravan - A Halloween MiniRP

Good to know.