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5 yrs ago
Current School: Out. Sun: Out. I'm: Playing FF7
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6 yrs ago
how much interest do y'all think there'd be for a climate change nation rp?
6 yrs ago
Me: Finally caught up on all my Rps. "Hmmm. Maybe I should join another one"
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6 yrs ago
im sleepy and dumn
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6 yrs ago
Y'all ever do well in life just to get revenge on everyone you went to highschool with
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Functioning cog in some great machine.

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Golly! Sorry for dropping off the map, there's just been a lot of things in my immediate timeline happening. And, as the old adage goes, IRL > Fun Internet Things.

But I'm back! And ready to booze around Murder Nalia for shits and giggles Reveal myself as actually being Leon, wearing stage makeup and a wig be political and advance the goals of the House!
Geniunely sorry that I dropped off the middle of the earth for a while. There had been a lot of things happening in my immediate timeline, and IRL > Fun Internet Friends. (Sorry. You are all Fun tho)

I'll catch up on everyone's posts, and get something up that'll basically be, "Mags realized that she probably shouldn't stab people, and began talking to them politely."
Ima let other people post ahead of me- we're not in danger of stalling, and right now I don't think Pieter could really do anything that important (outside of shooting someone and revealing that he was the one who murdered Leon)
Jumped the gun and made my first post.

I personally think that it's hilarious that Mags is so exhausted she can't think of how to properly cast a spell, prompting her to try and talk.

The last few days had held ups and downs for Mags.

She had managed to decipher another stanza in the love poem she had been studying. It was curious, because the poem was engraved into a lead Jocasta snuffbox from (judging by the crimping on the corners) 2nd Period Praeloria. But the language used was an unusual Old Elvish dialect. The poem itself was an ode in praise of the beauty of Elvish womanhood (woelvishhood?) If she had to guess, Mags would say that it had been intended as a gift between a human noble and an Elvish woman. Mags held a suspicion that the snuffbox once possessed an enchantment. Figuring out the entire poem might provide a clue. Mags was vaguely aware of the fact that if she took this to an auction house in the North, she could make enough money to buy rounds for an entire tavern every night for a month. As it was, the most pressing thing for Mags was to find if it held any magic that she could learn. If she found it didn't, she'd probably either store it in one of the numerous cache's she started setting up, or would pawn it off to whoever she found in exchange for some essentials.

Unfortunately, a few nights ago a Rodent of Unusual Size had stolen all of her food while she slept. Since then, she hadn't had much luck with scavenging anything. She was worried. How was she supposed to uncover the ancient civilization if she couldn't even last long enough to find the dragon? At least she didn't have to worry about being eaten by a dragon, she was so skinny that she would make a horrible snack for anyone. Not that that had stopped the mosquitoes from trying. Her stomach had stopped growling, and now just sat, frustrated, dragging Mags onward. She hadn't been able to sleep the night before, so she had been digging into her Jocasta stash hard to keep her upright. It kept her moving, but whenever it started to wear off, she became incredibly aware of how ravenous she was, which made her chew more in an attempt to quell the pangs, which worked for a while.

She had finally hit what appeared to be the rough edge of the current forest. Mags was being driven crazy by the thought of finding some jackalopes in the brush for dinner. She plucked her way across the thinning woods, her hardened feet scrabbling over roots and rocks. She was so absorbed in the thought of eating an entire horse that she failed to hear the sounds of nearly a dozen horses tramping its through her.

When the first horse cantered past her, Mags let out a low yelp, springing away from the hooves. As the rest of the horses streamed past her, Mags hunkered down, casting Dunexan's Gentle Protector, stopping the spray of loose pebbles and twigs being flung up by the horses.

Stumbling to her feet, Mags fumbled with drawing her dagger, nearly dropping it on her foot as she dizzily brandished it.

She couldn't focus enough to remember which hand went first when casting Excellent Prismatic Spray, so she decided to try diplomacy.

"Woah! I, uh, I.. Don't hurt me please!"

Oh, yes. Excellent. My eloquence will save the day. Best make peace with the Gods now.

@The Fated Fallen @Banana @BCTheEntity @Fetzen @POOHEAD189
Dragon's blood works really well with conditioning and taming frizzy hair while simultaneously giving you the strength of half a dozen oxen, the bravery of a lion, and the swiftness of a hawk.
Oh cool! Could I have a link to it again?
Why don't we see you guys on the Discord more?


I'll try and go on it more! I didn't know it was the hip place to be!
I gotta finish reading act iii of Hamlet, then edit a script, but then I'll definitely put a post up.

Excited to start a fun adventure with you guys- looking forward to some really good collaboration with you all.

(I've also just sorta skimmed the recent posts, (not a habit I'm usually in btw) so I couldn't tell if we've concluded whether or not to go after the Dragon. I should have you know that IC it would be more convincing for my character to go with you if you're pursuing the dragon. I could find a justification for her delaying it, but my vote is for the dragon now.)

(Because we're also more likely to get phat l00t from a dragon)


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