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Finding anyone who “can actually write” by your standards is no mean feet if I’m remembering correctly lol

If y’all find some people to restart let me know. Insula#2015 on discord, I’m never on skype anymore. Also, hope you’re doing well! It’s been a minute
You guys need to run this with like two or three more GMs to do wild rolls and NPCs. It seems like every time I find a new natrelmon incarnation it died after a month of posting presumably because Paul got busy and you couldn’t be assed lol
just read paul's PM and ah it's already dead lmao
don't join it's a trap natrelmon will ruin your life
"Eien!" Saibrah shrieked, almost extinguishing the Pyroclastic Torrent in his right hand to offer to the boy. He withdrew as Eien recovered but didn't pry any further; Saibrah had expected it would only be a matter of time until the mist and whatever foul magic accompanied it would start affecting the two. "What was it? What's troubling yo-"

He found himself stammering the last of his worries as he was met face to face with the spectral image of Kimlee. Immediately he suspected it was a cheap trick of the mist's, and raised one hand to attempt to banish it with the spell he'd been charging, but was stopped when she spoke. It was definitely Kimlee, or at least her essence, and she hadn't come to twist their minds into agony. Most of his trepidation evaporated as Eien complied with the ethereal projection of his own sister.

Mind still racing and full of questions, Saibrah couldn't find the capacity for words, a problem he wasn't quite used to having. With a sigh as he untensed his body, Saibrah quelled his anxiety and followed the two deeper into the mist.
"Right, I didn't assume we had any real direction." Saibrah wouldn't pursue the conversation any further, but had missed any explanation to their purpose in Rebena before entering the portal; he entered solely because this was almost definitely the location of his next prize. A locket hung around his neck, occasionally intertwining with his relic. Inside of it was a degraded portrait of what seemed to be a happy family, faintly reminiscent to Saibrah but the origin of which always hung at the edge of his memory. Even the thought of the picture filled him with some glimmer of comfort and cheer.

Both were shattered as Eien finished his next sentence and Saibrah was yanked back into the reality of the situation at hand. Indeed, he too was aware of the intrinsic evil the darkness around them possessed. He suspected it was cursed or tainted with a long-forgotten magic, as it interfered with his own supernatural abilities. "I guess the only way then, is forward," he said plainly, as if it wasn't already obvious to the pair. Saibrah knew that was their only option, but as silence descended around them once again, he steadily grew more and more unnerved. He considered bringing up irrelevant things for discussion but sensed Eien had more important things to consider to himself.
Saibrah steered Grodra away from the group's rendezvous before directing the hulking beast to the ground. It landed with a puff of debris and a slight indention in the earth around it, rearing back before finally settling to stomp over to the group. Saibrah swung off of his largest dragon, directed its massive head to his chest, which it easily eclipsed, and pet it momentarily before tapping his amulet and watching the behemoth dissolve into his universal relic. As their team reformed at the perimeter of the mist, Saibrah stood aloof from the group to inspect his surroundings. His pupils radically dilated for a split second before returning to normal as he attempted to peel away the layers of fog. However, nothing changed.

Saibrah gasped as he realized the implications. It couldn't possibly have been that his extrasensory sight was gone, or that it wasn't honed enough; it was that the mist itself was impairing his sight.

In Saibrah's startle he was oblivious to Eien having already walked into the border of the mist. Saibrah jogged to his side while releasing his Mythari and Nybion, both creating a protective circle of five feet as they flew opposite of each other in close proximity slightly above and around the pair. Nybion's two Globes of Ielle orbited in a circumference twice that of the dragons', opposite of each other as well, illuminating what they could of the pitch dark. Both dragons remained alert and Mythari could contact Saibrah telepathically with anything it found distressful and vice versa. Saibrah himself was wary, two flames brewing in his hands which hung at his side. Saibrah had practiced being able to channel while preoccupied with things like walking and speaking, and had grown quite good at it.

The mist was as unnerving as it was ominous. Saibrah, not one to appreciate silence when uncomfortable, spoke up to Eien. "Exactly what are we looking for? I'm not sure if I entirely understand our mission here." Saibrah wasn't well acquainted with Eien but hoped that if Eien chose him to travel with, he had some other reason for doing so besides recognizing Saibrah as the weakest link in their group.
why is this a necessary post

stop pretending like we're a legitimate thread you poser
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