neogreggory

Dungeons and Dragons - Story of Faulknorse

Should I involve myself in the conversation? Good question. Do I have views regarding the topic? Yes. Would sharing them mean anything? Likely not.

The worse that could happen is people you don't know thinking less of you. Perhaps avoid you in the future. Then again if they don't like what you've to say then would you have really have been a friend to them in the furture anyways? A fair point both ways. To be honest it looks like you are consodering protecting a stone wall from gunfire by throwing yourself in front of it.
Well when you word it that way it does make the answer clear. So... anything of value to say or...
Fine I suppose I have put someone at least through my slightly insane ramblings, might as well compensate. Not posting till tomorrow, plan to attack the bandits in a less than standard way, the indirect way! Oh, and have a nice day/morning/evening/night/I've no idea when your reading this.

That should be all.

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Dammit, not only am I incapable of partaking as I should, but now one of my favorite characters is be pushed to the side for the time being.
One of the only bloody characters I cared about...

Stupid 3DS...

Montagne Academy for Aspiring Mages!

I just wish this damn 3DS would let me use Titanpad. All the other numerous problems I could deal with, but I should be in that bloody mass collab dammit.

They Hunger For You (Closed)

I'm not done with this yet.

They Hunger For You (Closed)

Character: Arth Bek
Location: Fort Buckmere
With: Nobody

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Breath, calm. No injures. Sword, gone. Arth thought these things, evaluating it all.
He was in a fortress. There were two beast men were hunting him, and would likely be finding a way into the keep he had barricaded himself into.
Standing the soldier began to take in his surroundings. It was dark, and with the roof intact the only light was that of the moon dimly coming through the stained glass. Despite that, Arth could see that he was on a balcony of some description, overlooking a main hall.
A glimmer, a piece of metal catching the scant amount of light. On the far end of the hall, on the ground, was a blade.
Arth needed a way down, one that didn't involve just jumping. It was a fair distance between the ground and his balcony, and he had had enough falling for one night.
Walking across the wooden overlook he noted that it seemed to go the entire distance of the room, yet he could see no easy way down. No stairs, ramp, or even a ladder to be seen. However, at the far end was something.
A number of crates were stacked up from the ground floor, nearly but not quite reaching the balcony. Arth estimated that he could safely fall to them, and then leap down the rest of the way. If he did however he could see no easy way back up.
The sword however was needef if he was to fight the beasts that hunt him.
Taking the first fall, he heardna sudden howl, and the armored knight tripped, falling the remaining distance to land painfully on the stone tiles. The crates followed, and soon the soldier was half buried in wood and... what seemed to be rotten fruit. Standing and shaking off the foulness Arth took the final steps towards the blade. The sword was short, and dull. It rested inbetween the ribs of a long dead skeleton draped in what was once noble garb.
Pulling the blade from the bones Arth heard another howl, and glass shatter as the largest of the glass windows shattered above the knight, one of the were-beasts leaping through.

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I have no phone, nor Wii U.

Montagne Academy for Aspiring Mages!

I am angry. A red anger, slowly dying. to be replaced by the black feelings I've come to know. Why am I writing this? Is there a point Gregg. Does there need to be a f**king point?
Normally yes, points help. F**k you. Can you(we?) at least do this out loud as opposed to typing it here? Just go to sleep, who knows maybe you'll find ten thousand dollars under your pillow when you wake up. Or end up in Limbo. Or something.

Whatever, just press confirm on this stupid touch-pad, then post. Sure why the hell not.

Montagne Academy for Aspiring Mages!

I wish there were words in the english language to describe my feelings. A long and varied list of curses and obscenitys, while a start, do not suffice.

I can't use Titanpad, I cam't see images. All I can do is watch as events transpire around me, yet I can't touch them, can't leave my mark and know fulfillment.

I wish I knew the words to describe the black anger in me, a anger that is not hot like mine normally is, nor cold as I have seen before. A new anger, one that I helplessly try to explain, knowing that it'll matter not. A curious anger, I hope I'll never have to feel it again.

Dungeons and Dragons - Story of Faulknorse

I have a total of 21 for the preformance check.

Montagne Academy for Aspiring Mages!

Stupid 3DS, not working with Titanpad, can't use bloody f**king titanpad with this damn handheld piece of s**t.