Mimic
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The Table. The Door. The Chair. The Mimic.
STATUS: I am and have been busy, my apologies. 8 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 8 yrs ago
- Joined: 9 yrs ago
- Posts: 102 (0.03 / day)
- VMs: 2
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Username history
- Mimic 9 yrs ago
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I am and have been busy, my apologies.
9 yrs ago
Any fellow delvers around?
Bio
Name: L J R
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Location: UK
Active around 7 to 9 AM and 4 to 11 PM weekdays.
Weekends are mostly free.
Likes:
Intellect.
Food.
Writing.
Long walks on sandy beaches, decorated with the skulls of my enemies, with nothing but the screams of the dying on the breeze.
Crappy jokes.
Dislike:
Morale injustice and things.
Closed opinions.
PM for a chat :)
Do be sure to leave a visitor message on your way out!
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Location: UK
Active around 7 to 9 AM and 4 to 11 PM weekdays.
Weekends are mostly free.
Likes:
Intellect.
Food.
Writing.
Long walks on sandy beaches, decorated with the skulls of my enemies, with nothing but the screams of the dying on the breeze.
Crappy jokes.
Dislike:
Morale injustice and things.
Closed opinions.
PM for a chat :)
Do be sure to leave a visitor message on your way out!
Most Recent Posts
@Pineappletumble
I swear if someone else compliments my writing I may just thank them again...
Thank you :)
I do enjoy 'roll' playing
I swear if someone else compliments my writing I may just thank them again...
Thank you :)
I do enjoy 'roll' playing
@timelord1101@Dark Light
Not lifting his weary head from his sweaty palms, Zyrid called out to the female, whom he believed was called Alex. At first the words didn't break past his lips, as they were stuck together with dried saliva. Piercing past the blockade eventually, after a moment rubbing a finger across his mouth, he spoke.
"If you have any questions, go ahead. Though, I'd like to talk to whoever is in charge around here." He didn't mean anything by it, just she didn't seem like the owner is all, though he did get a sense of loyalty and ferocity in her heart.
Zyrid remained in his mind after speaking, contemplating his stupidity at perceiving this room as sacrificial or the stage for a mating ritual, it is not uncommon for the mind to stray off the path of intelligence when your very being gets pulled apart and put back together again in one long excruciatingly pleasant moment. The sounds continued, but a separate sense seeped into Zyrid's mind. He wasn't sure whether it was the floor, the walls or the building itself but something was looking in his direction - whether it saw him or not was unknown to him.
A heavy set of footsteps began to climb the stairs he had been carried up, a strong male or perhaps irregularly sized female. None the less Zyrid could hear each determined footstep over the steady buzz of the floor below. For a moment he glanced at the female, examining her hair and body objectively, as if conducting research. Her confidence in context and behavior suggested that she was high up on whatever hierarchy this place has, Zyrid was sure of it.
Not lifting his weary head from his sweaty palms, Zyrid called out to the female, whom he believed was called Alex. At first the words didn't break past his lips, as they were stuck together with dried saliva. Piercing past the blockade eventually, after a moment rubbing a finger across his mouth, he spoke.
"If you have any questions, go ahead. Though, I'd like to talk to whoever is in charge around here." He didn't mean anything by it, just she didn't seem like the owner is all, though he did get a sense of loyalty and ferocity in her heart.
Zyrid remained in his mind after speaking, contemplating his stupidity at perceiving this room as sacrificial or the stage for a mating ritual, it is not uncommon for the mind to stray off the path of intelligence when your very being gets pulled apart and put back together again in one long excruciatingly pleasant moment. The sounds continued, but a separate sense seeped into Zyrid's mind. He wasn't sure whether it was the floor, the walls or the building itself but something was looking in his direction - whether it saw him or not was unknown to him.
A heavy set of footsteps began to climb the stairs he had been carried up, a strong male or perhaps irregularly sized female. None the less Zyrid could hear each determined footstep over the steady buzz of the floor below. For a moment he glanced at the female, examining her hair and body objectively, as if conducting research. Her confidence in context and behavior suggested that she was high up on whatever hierarchy this place has, Zyrid was sure of it.
since usng the Rurgal needs a level 4 wizard
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@timelord1101 I think I will wait for the doc, or whoever is coming :) Zyrid is a bit drained.
Alex felt a shoulder on her hand
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