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8 yrs ago
I am Spartacus!
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9 yrs ago
"Stay awhile and listen!"
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9 yrs ago
God bless.
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10 yrs ago
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10 yrs ago
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Bio

I'm not really a bird.

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Where did I play,
A land of twisted branches,
A kingdom of clay,
A swamp of memories,
A never-ending day,

Where did I run,
Across the dawn,
Through the sun,
Across the sky,
Through laughs and fun,

Where did I walk,
Pristine grass green,
White cliffs of chalk,
Pools of sky so blue,
Orchard stones that talk,

Where did I sit,
By the gates of silver,
Near endless pit,
By forever horizon,
You may remember it.

Most Recent Posts

Stalin
roleplayerguild.com/topics/168830-leg…

So here is the deal, we need some fresh blood in this active national roleplay. There is a dedicated discord server, and many helpful players. I myself am the GM, since the previous ones had left rather early, placing me in command. I am willing to give quick run downs on what has happened so far, although it is very simple and new people should be able to jump right in after applying successfully.

I hope to hear back.
Banned for obvious reasons
Mongolia
Homeostasis
I had nightmares, usually involving death and catastrophes. I rarely have upsetting dreams as an adult though.

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crusty
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Lynn-Naraksh


Upon the bed of the Emperor, a note of yellow parchment was lain. How it got there was a mystery on its own, as no one was seen, no individual suspected. It was sealed in a blood red wax, and upon breaking it it unfolded to reveal its message:

” Heed and pay favor to the stone sons sent to you. Feed them, or destruction will surely follow their neglect.”

As if on queue, upon the finishing of the final word, a screech, a howl, a chilling scream sounded that all the palace and surrounding streets could hear. Its owner was unknown but its tone strong enough to send fear into all that heard it, punctuating the seriousness of the letter, and the stern hand of its writer.

Constantine
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