So..Nobody is going to cure Benedict?
Dark Cloud
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Another year of writing for ye, and a happy birthday 🥂
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Awww when's the wedding?
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Sir, this is a Denny's.
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Nah don't feel bad, you lost something important to you and that sucks.
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Yes because in the end the Dovahkiin could have united Skyrim and drove out the Dominion.
I wish. Ngl, writing as Sanguis was mentally strenuous.
@RBYDark No worries. I really like the artist of the pic I used. Julian Baure, check out his artstation page. Btw I hope ya clicked the picture for da ambient music. xD
Uhm btw was the post alright?
Attention, I edited the post. The coachman won't immediately ride off, I decided that was a bit too railroady.
@Isaac oh, apologies. Didn't know.
Sorry if it's short. I wanted to just set the scene so you guys can just go wild creatively. :D
@RBYDark@Bastian@dreamingflowers@Goblinguy the post is up. Just a simple introduction, feel free to have your characters mingle.
Click Image For Ambient MusicThe vast wilderness almost seemed endless, the days passed without an end to the tree-lined woodlands and desolate cliffs that stretched the path only by the end of the second moon did the foliage give way to a tiny vale surrounded on all sides by a sea of great firs and deciduous trees, with their golden leafs swaying in the wind like the waves of the ocean, it whipped through the small crook in the land. A distant howl blew from the cliffs, the rock appearing to be carved with the faces of men. A faint path led downward to the remains of a settlement, walled in with a stack of smoke drifting upwards from the center.
The coachman, a squat and disgruntled man reigned in the mule that led the carriage. Braying and kicking up dirt the animal halted at the very precipice of the vale, making the carriage grind to an unceremonious halt "This be as far as I take ye." the man shouted to his passengers "Gods ave' mercy on you lot. I wish ye luck." once the group found their bearings and gathered upon the grassy knoll standing over the valley the old man warily held the mules reigns, his tired blue eyes surveying the surrounding area.
"If'n ye have any questions, I'd speak em now." the coachman glanced to the group looking a bit on edge "I'd prefer teh be off if ye don't." he added, the mule mirrored his anxious demeanor with a loud bray.
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