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5 yrs ago
Current You couldn't even imagine it...
5 yrs ago
Why does saying "I love you" have to have so many romantic connotations? There are so many people I love in a way seperate from anything romantic. <3
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5 yrs ago
I'm fucking back with a fucking vengeance, I just wish I had some wine
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5 yrs ago
Bourbon and tea is a good idea
6 yrs ago
He's made of bones, he's made of blood, he's made of flesh, he's made of love. He's made of you, he's made of me. UNITY!

Bio

A thing that will die after eating rat poison

But really, a guy that likes to RP. Not too keen on sharing personal info in my bio, but after I get to know you, I may open up a bit more in regards to certain things.

I have been roleplaying for most of my life, but forum RP is newer to me than tabletop. I wanted something to do to kill time without putting wayyyy too many hours into Dark Souls 3.

I love music, historical fencing and re enactment, making shit, and just being cool with people. Talk any of these things with me, and you'll be cool with me. I have very strong thoughts on sandwiches. Ask if you dare.

Here's a list of cool people from this site that are just cool people that I enjoy talking with, and a quote from each of them. In no particular order, here they are:

@Goldeagle1221
"What the shit?"

@TheGrundlesnart
"Don't quote me."

@MissCapnCrunch
"Rodent is a little shit, I want to beat him up but in the most loving way"

@Rultaos
"If you're feeling unimportant, always remember that every protagonist was an NPC before their most important story began"

@iTem
"haha yeah"

@Sirkaithethird
"I'm just running an aux through my amp, Playing Van Halen at 05:50"

And that's that. There's not much else I feel like saying. Here's a list of bands I like (to be made soon)

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Pic done

Lemme know if ya want to make a relationship with this poor sod.

Hallucinations it is! Tipsy writing commence
Here are my more refined ideas, in order of how excited I am to play them.
Totally not a covert way of saying please let me use the hallucinations power

@Muttonhawk Thanks dude, it's good to be back
@PureHeroine The dreaded everywhere. We should catch up on discord soon, it's probably a better place for a convo

@HaleyTheRandom Thank you muchly, it'd be cool to be back on board. I've got a bunch of ideas that I'll solidify and run past you GMs soonish, see what works best
@PureHeroine
Hey, Pure! That's a good question... uh... everywhere?
How about yourself?
It's been a hot minute. I'd like to apologise for kinda ghosting last time. I know I messaged Hedge when my internet was out, but I didn't update when it was back, and it was shitty of me to forget about it.

Would you guys have me back?
Alright guys here's my official update/apology post.

So, I'm not sure how many of you know, or if any of you do. But I've been going through a period of re-thinking pretty much my whole life. A relative of mine died, an old friend visited, a job was gained, and a shitload of alcohol was consumed. Maybe too much.

But yeah, turns out getting a new job that keeps you working until 3-4 am saps a load of your motivation, and uni work takes the little of that which is left. Who'd've thought?

All of this aside, I should've been keeping you lot in the loop. I was considering leaving for a few weeks prior to now, but couldn't make the decision to, because I knew I wanted to come back at some point. So sorry for not keeping you guys, especially the GMs, updated.

I'll keep you in the know if shit continues to happen, but it seems that I might be in a period of rest now. Or a period where wild is now normal, and I'm just making better use of the time I have.
And so the next thing it knew was rising. The rising that air does when the tide goes down: caused not by ascending, but by something else receding. Also to note, not a rising in the physical sense. It, in fact, was lying face-first on the ground.

A thin layer of water that covered the ground had seeped into its form, making the body as waterlogged as the mind. Seeped, cold, heavy, somehow both overlarge and flat.

The walls were not walls so much as millions upon millions of fine needle-points, each facing toward This One. Some of the closer ones had worked their way in, sticking through it, curving downwards to brush the floor.

It had been wondering why it couldn't move. It willed the needles back, focusing millimeter by millimeter. A retraction slower than time, but only if time were a bit faster than it otherwise was. But who knew anymore? After all, last it knew..

In fact, last it knew was when Vakk, the other half of it, fell.
It remembers This striking hard.
It remembers leaving.
And it remembers rising.
But the needles hadn't moved, and it still lay face first in a pool of water, surrounded by fog.

It recalled how it was made of tiny pieces, and flattened. It moved like water around the spikes. And perhaps they could sense this, as they rushed. As it moved, so the spikes did, and each sent tingles through it, provoking it to move faster. Ever faster, through the thickening fog, and out the other side, crashing into a deep lake.

Quite a change. Eurysthenes welcomed not being stabbed incessantly. It lay in the water for long enough to wash ashore a small Island.

On it was a nice wooden hut.



Aedthel




The air in the palanquin was still. Thick woolen fabrics kept the light and eyes from outside at bay. Silence was not the right word - there were marching noises and muffled voices - but no words were being spoken by the one entrenched in this air.

Even effortless travel like this tired Aedthel. His bones and joints ached from the jostling, and the weeks stretched like nothing else when all you had for scenery was a bolt of wool. Of course, he could have it removed if he wished, and he did when they were passing uninhabited lands, but now they were arriving. First impressions were important, and there was an expectation of mystery from him. Despite his frailty, he was aware of this. Besides, he liked to imagine how this might seem to the common folk.

With the holy men, guards, and servants outside, he would seem truly mighty.

The palanquin settled, and its curtains were parted so dexterously slightly by his Nurse, Kinn. This man was a gift from the gods, truly. A nurse by name only, he tended to Aedthel's needs with a zealous dedication and faith that was a cause for pause in the past. Since then, he had proven himself both trustworthy, and valuable in ways certain servants had not.

Aedthel slowly raised an arm to shield his eyes from the radiance that worked its dirty little fingers into the palanquin. Kinn narrowed the part even further, and said "Holy Aedthel, we have arrived. Camp is being pitched as we speak, and once I see all is in order, we shall greet the custodians. Here," he wafts some writing tools in, "write a greeting so I may read your true words to them."

Aedthel smiles and waves him away, proceeding to pen a short introduction while he waits for the others.



It didn't take long for his humble escort to congregate. He had two heralds who wore yellow, four bearers who wore brown, ten soldiers who wore red, and four of his Ordained, who wore dark green. He wore black, adorned with gold, and in one hand he cradled his introductory letter.

He was lifted and carried off, surrounded by guards, and declared by heralds. It was time to be introduced to the custodians of this land.
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