Life is just what life is always aboutA quiet rage at all things we can/not stand till we explodeWith words you can/not take backStill truths in a room of moving objectsHearts that bleed at the slightest prickLife moves on–its what its always aboutSt…
As much as I’d like to do this, I rather not run the risk of someone metagaming! Sorry!
Dear Citizens!Times have been dark and only will become darker. News of a threat from the west has reached our door step. It is no mystery that the city has been suffering and now its time to embrace and embarrassing truth. Sadly the coffers are empty…
Damion poured through the bookcase, deftly navigating spine and page in his quest for the knowledge he sought.
“Are you absolutely certain that this is all that you have?” He mentioned to the clerk, a little annoyed.
“two simple spells cannot be the extend of this art.. honestly..” As he changed bookcases he popped an apple out from his sleeve and took a bite out of it.
“if you can master all there is to know of wizardry in two simple purchases and a few minutes of experimentation than this shop is just a cover for something sinister” He jabbered on, his mouthfull of apple altering how his voice hit the ear. He felt the odd signature vibration of power when he uttered the strange yet familiar words contained within his second book. It was magery to be sure but augmented by some unforseen influence that manifested from strange words he could only just pronounce correctly, this language had to exist in more texts somewhere, and he was determined to find them.
“I don’t mean to be rude or forceful, I’ve just been on the hunt for additional scrolls for quite some time now..”
He offered the clerk a sleeve apple of her own and smiled wide.
“I do hope you understand.”
I’m not even sure if all of you know but currently our maps are all considered to be one world separated by a vast ocean and are just different land masses. We have decided to replace this concept with the idea that each of the maps are instead their …
Quest; Fight or Surrender?[Serious Roleplayers are welcome to take part in this quest, and reply to these posts, since all influence from both sides will be taken into consideration for future consequences.]There was a lot of unfinished business every…
Well, the little town of Narrowhaven was quite the quaint place to awaken in, in the early morning hours, as the sun rose above the water and small birds sang outside of her window at the inn. Quite a spot to get away from things in Moonglow, where sh…
Lesser World Bosses Added! Throughout the world you will be able to run across lesser world bosses. They will spawn on the Lone Islands map, Kingdom of Britannia map, & the Colormen Empire map. Each of these lesser boss monsters will have unique n…
One of the prison guards found this scrap of parchment. Now he goes to the copies among the guards.
“… I finally learned from a rascal in the Den, where my cutlass. Looks like he got rid of weapon huckster and now every landlubber can buy it and hang it on her pink rug. I landed in this damn town, Narrow Haven. Yes, yes heaven for armored pigs. It seems, that they were crazy. On the streets and on the quays is a fight. Guards and townspeople cut other townspeople. Gay city. One word. I smashed the head off the most zealous, and went to find store. That was easy. Some deadbeat with a cheap weapon. And an empty purse. I got a couple dozen pieces. But one of those armored goats with halberd blew after me. I went to the store, like a jeweler. And this ram with an ax plunged after me. There I butchered him in the quiet cubbyhole.
A fight in the street did not stop. Almost every head lunged at me with a weapon. Yes, the same kind of woman with a bow hurry up. It seems that she did not care who to kill. Because she shot into the crowd. Well, maybe just women fools from birth to death. All the same, these freaks me overwhelmed. I lost the gear. But found tunnels. There quietly. Rats versus with the townspeople sample of humanity.
With chagrin, I got drunk in the trash. But the visitors were not many. So that affected just a couple tens of potbellied at the inn.
But damn it. I sneaked into the bank. This money mouse refused to give me my gold. If these goats do not give me my gold, I’ll take their gold. Just and fair. What I take. I managed to collect some what equipment. Not yet announce these gilded loafers with crossbows. But able to get rid of them in the tunnels.
So what. I was paralyzed and thrown to this cell. Damn sorcerers. Now I understand why the city has gone mad… “
weeping angels.pngThere in the corner of your eye you think you see the door open, but when you turn your head it’s gone.Don’t blink, you might miss what you thought you saw.Standing tall you know they exists, but when you search, there is nothing.Yet…