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    1. Dealdric 8 yrs ago

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5 yrs ago
I like how it's an option to pm yourself.
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6 yrs ago
I need a vacation...
6 yrs ago
Is this just the week of weirdness? Or is it just me?
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6 yrs ago
My dog died.
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6 yrs ago
*Turns with uninterested look* Just give them what they want, they're like Slaanesh. They'll get bored with it quick.

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who has time for that?

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@ShiningSector

Since your acting Gm, please take the bait.

Playing as a kobold is funny.
@Athol

I wouldn't be saying that, or we'll get a mech with a shield or something and a anti-tank cannon for an enemy.
Ducalia was on the stragglers in seconds. She quickly disposed of all but one using her blasters. The last one she had fun with. She disarmed him with a kick, then allowed him to shuffle backwards away from her. Her claws blazed, seemably itching for blood. She pretended to smell the air, then fake exhaled. "Ah, fear. Nothing like it." And she quickly tore the man apart.
She walked to Gerad's cover and cockily put a hand on her hip. "Flash makes it fun, and makes it quiet. Bigger isn't always better..." She seemed to disappear, but simply dashed next to him. She got close to his eear and wispered seductively. "So keep up, monkey boy~."
Ducaelia went mad. Once she was in the thick off the thugs, she took them out quickly and painfully. Slicing gugulars, ripping internal organs, or shooting major arteries, the blood ran thick, and the air smelled of burnt flesh. Within minutes, eight thugs were dead, and five wounded with severed limbs or broken bones. When the drunks got a bit more wary, she jumped back into the thicket of smoke, shadows, and dust. She got behind cover then connected to her comms.
"Your turn monkey boy~."
@Rune_Alchemist

Dirka approached one of the blobs that worked within the village to build his structure. She cleared her throat to get it's attention, of which she was not sure she got. "Hello little ooze, but could you by chance call your master or at least take me to him? I have a few questions, and also a few answers, if he'll hear them." She looked around at the village, looking at the now scared faces of its inhabitants and the shuffling of the Aho'Nohg.
She hoped that her Sibling would respect her privacy while she respected his. In fact his was the only one she did respect, but hearing about his and Anu's meeting disturbed her. Most likely she asked what he knows about Dirka or her weaknesses, but she knew him better. If she gave him something worth his while, he'd lie to her, and Anu'varr would be none the wiser. But Iva was unpredictable in many cases, so he might double cross Dirka or refuse, or cross both Anu and Dirka. But she also counted on his logic of the world for this to work, not his whims and madness.
Hopefully he'd take the deal.
@Mag Lev

Quick question; what font editor are you using for that header?

I've seen it a few times, but never found where it comes from.
Me too.

If not tonight that is.
NOtice: Post has more Kiss-a** lunearo than your likely to see the rest of the RP.

Just warning ya'

Lunearo stepped up to the table, putting his armored hand on the table. His breathing was loud and metallic, as if listening to the wind in a cave. His eyes were not visible, but it was clear what he was looking at. With the other hand, he bowed to the captain. "My captain, helping people is what you do, therefore, what I do. I've heard much of Wiern, but only from what manuscripts exist. I have but one question; how many corpses do the locals bury annually?" He chuckled, then looked at their merry band. "Captain, just point and I'll pull the string. I'm betting we all would, eh? We all have nothing left to go back to, I lost my land, she's a former slave, they lost their honor, etc, etc." He took off his right glove, and etched a symbol into his hand. He then dropped the blood onto the bare ground, chanting while he did. He quickly finished, and put his glove back on.
"There, done. Ask me about that later." He saw a nearby stool and sat on it. He saw a stone and started using his dagger to shape it with runes. He watched the others all the while. "Two outta' twelve. I like my odds."
Lunearo, get the body ready! Show begins soon!

"F*** off human."

I SAID GET THE CORPSE READY!

*Grabs the body while glaring daggers*
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