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STATUS: No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style. 2 mos ago
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No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style.
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Today is my birthday! I wish you all a truly enchanted day!
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Arguing over petty details at times of dimensional emergency was a familiar wizardly trait.
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It's my birthday! I wish you all an excellent day!
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A wizard never had friends, at least not friends who were wizards. It needed a different word. Ah yes, that was it. Enemies. But a very different class of enemies. Gentlemen.
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@Eviledd1984: You're Apps look great! Accepted! You can begin playing anytime :)
Sorry about the wait, been busy. Will post tomorrow!
“Alright” Henna said and pointed at the bar behind her with her thumb, “You stay here and I’ll get us something to eat. Back in a minute.”
That went surprisingly quick and smooth. In Hennas experience, people usually didn’t trust that quick. Especially not towards trollkin. Then again, if you’d been swimming at random in the river, which Henna assumed the elf had been doing, and ended up far from where you’d intended, which Henna assumed the elf had done, you’d probably be pretty glad to hear a stranger offer you clothes and food. Especially happy if it was for free. Made Henna wonder why she was doing it, this wasn’t really her style. But she needed the company, needed to talk to someone who didn’t spit on her for being born a trollkin, or tried to get into her breeches cheaply because of the same reason.
Reaching the bar, she signaled to Burna, the great big bastard of a barkeeper, that she wanted to plates of whatever. Luckily for her, Burna had a little crush on her and usually gave her food for free. Turning around to look at the guests around her, Henna found herself catching a staggering human man who stumbled into her. She pushed him off her, and watched as he was knocked out cold by a savage right hook from a big armored woman. She felt something hit her face, and then her foot, and looked down to see what it was. A tooth. Not one of hers, luckily. The beaten mans, then. Touching her face and looking at her fingertips, she saw blood. She closed her eyes and shivered slightly. Disgusting.
No problem, just wanted to see if I should include you in my post or not :)
Hello Samebito, and welcome to the game! Both your Apps are accepted, so go ahead and play :)
Terribly sorry, but I'm losing interest in this. Maybe we'll meet again in another game. Good luck.
My guess is this isn't happening.
@Rusalka: Are you in the same place as we are, i.e Giulias, or are you somewhere else?
“This” Henna said and gestured to the room as if presenting a great play, “Is Giulias House of Leisure. Or, rather, it’s a whore-house.”
The trollkin improvised a smile, but didn’t think it would do anything to help the elf. She found herself strangely excited, somehow. Might’ve been because the girl was the first person she’d spoken to in about a week. Henna looked her over, haggling with herself in her head, and finally came to a conclusion.
“So you didn’t mean to go here in the first place, but you ended up here anyway, and now you’re shivering like a drowning cat on my doorstep. Can’t have that. How about you come up to my room, get some warm clothes and some dinner? It’s on me.”
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