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    1. Kipsateking 7 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current "You have no friends" wow, thanks for reminding me guild!
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7 yrs ago
Not sure if things have stabilised or if we're about to be flung back into indefinite loading. Stay strong everyone!
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Bio

I am a human... I think
I like kipsate...
and hugs...
... to be continued...

Most Recent Posts

Vitamin D
@DeadDrop @Perpenheimer can we have team of entirely old people?
@Verticus don't worry one day we shall lead the charge to destroy them.
@Verticus cool, but I am disappointed in the lack of goblins and their slaying.
Here's my cs, I've made a few changes.
@Jbcool ah ok my bad
Here's my filthy xenos CS

Namia awoke in darkness, initially panicked he reached for his sickle which normally lay at his side when he slept before realising he was safe. He did not understand why the guild had insisted upon him helping them before almost immediately afterwards insisting that he slept in a windowless room and kept out of sight of the 'commoners', he assumed this meant that the inhabitants of this city much like the previous few would react negatively if they saw his appearance. He noted that on his approach to Rothenburg, whilst the monsters he sought were more abundant the people were generally more hostile likely due to one too many bad experiences with strangers.

Groaning he slowly sat up and lit a candle, using the light to inspect himself he noted that the spines which had begun to grow on his back, shins and forearms were becoming more pronounced. Tying his dreadlocks behind his head he slowly got up before getting dressed, he fitted his sickle and poison making kit to his belt and finally donned the heavy cloak that the guild had given him to hide his features. Sitting back down he stared at his hunting mask which he had hung on a peg by the door, he was surprised that the ornate designs on the mask had stayed intact for so long. Suddenly he longed to return home, remembering the witches promise that if he managed to complete his transformation he would be able to return to his people. Trying to keep his mind away from his home he crossed the room, placed the mask over his face and opened the door.
Luckily he didn't have to travel far to reach the main room, he was still getting used to the layout and was worried about getting lost in this new environment. Approaching the bounty board he eyed the contracts for a while before marking the Ogre hunt to show his interest. He walked over to the corner of the room and sat alone at a table and got out his poison kit deciding to prepare some venoms to apply to his blade. Taking off his mask so he could focus better, he wondered if he should look for the guilds captain 'Drystan he thought his name was?' before deciding against it, instead focusing on grinding up the ingredients he had assembled in his pestle and mortar.
@Jbcool makes sense, looks like I'll have to brush up on my tau lore.
What would the limit to what people can be? I know you want us to be mostly tau but would we be limited to just fire warriors or could there be stealth suits or other specialists.
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