2) Will there be some silly bullshit like the passenger in the back is actually a princess in disguise and oh god I am just leaving you at the side of the the road
Please allow me to !sign up ## with the understanding that I will happily be assigned any available role if I don't get back in time with a specific choice
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Please allow me to !sign up ## with the understanding that I will happily be assigned any available role if I don't get back in time with a specific choice
I will assign you the role Dolcasta Vimes, and you can alter that at a later date if you want to.
But I figured you were a bit of a Vimes.
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I made a promise on the grave of my family that I would rid this land of the evil that took their lives.
By day, I am Bryon Ramis, militant cobbler. At night, criminals, a cowardly and superstitious lot, call me... the Lonely Sole.
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Prologue 2: The Gathering
Perhaps you were on a street corner begging for food. Maybe you were in the forest hunting game, or headed to market to pick up fresh vittles. Whatever the case, He was there.
He smiled at you as he approached with open hands and a large smile. Suddenly, you find yourself shaking His hand. You stutter a moment, starting to introduce yourself, but He stops you.
"None of that now." He smiles. "We're well beyond that point."
You nod. Of course. He is your Acquaintance. You are sure of this, more certain than you have been about anything else in your life. He offers to make you dinner. You accept.
You try to focus on the Acquaintance's appearance, but dong so brings you pain. He is wearing a cotton shirt with a cravat underneath a black silk jacket. He is very well groomed, giving a regal appearance that isn't quite aristocratic. And that bewitching smile...
"So, you know of the problem in Underlund?" You nod. "I was there at the fall, you know."
He presents you with the dinner, a meat pie made from game the Acquaintance had acquired. He takes a bite out of an apple, and continues. "The rumors are true: a demon now sits on the Underlund throne. It is very dire I am afraid. Sorry, not a demon, no. The Demon King Osa."
The Acquaintance frowns and shakes his head. "The Underlund oligarchy sought power and were found wanting. And so goes the story of how a country was slaughtered and damned in a single night. But it's a story we all know, the wheel of fate turns the same now as it always had. Where steel, sword, and war were now is replaced by souls, runes, and rituals." He takes another bite from his apple. "A servant suffers his master's hubris, whether in plains of heather or in planes of Aether."
He abruptly stops. His eyes stare deep into yours. You drop your pie and it clatters on the ground as you try to crawl away, but your vision has blurred and you cannot see the door.
"Shall we find you wanting?"
Light fades to black. You remember nothing else until you wake up on a bed of straw. Did He take you here?
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And by my count, we are down to 12 slots
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!SIGNUP 48
OR WHATEVER'S AVAILABLE
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Oh thank god I thought I was too late
A phalla run by Munkus I can't
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What spring does with the cherry trees.
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Name: Van Alvez
Description: Petite as most elves are, Van's presence is small and unobtrusive. His pale skin, from his many hours spent indoors and his once splendid robes, now faded, mark him as a young scholar. The disgraced elf has his silver hair buzzed short, and his severe eyebrows plucked. He glares at those around him with disdain, but often can be seen sitting alone, staring at nothing with longing and regret.
Background: Roman's assistant, when Roman was stripped of his title and power, so too was Van cast out from elvish society. Is extremely bitter about this fact, and resents his old mater heavily. Despises humans for not being elves.
Quote: "Go away."
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What spring does with the cherry trees.
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1) Spent me money on me sword
2) I hope not
3) I hope so
If I knew how to art good I would be so into my role. But I don't, and if someone artworthy can take it, that would totally be better for the game.
no laund-
driving.
No driving.
Please allow me to !sign up ## with the understanding that I will happily be assigned any available role if I don't get back in time with a specific choice
I will assign you the role Dolcasta Vimes, and you can alter that at a later date if you want to.
But I figured you were a bit of a Vimes.
By day, I am Bryon Ramis, militant cobbler. At night, criminals, a cowardly and superstitious lot, call me... the Lonely Sole.
Perhaps you were on a street corner begging for food. Maybe you were in the forest hunting game, or headed to market to pick up fresh vittles. Whatever the case, He was there.
He smiled at you as he approached with open hands and a large smile. Suddenly, you find yourself shaking His hand. You stutter a moment, starting to introduce yourself, but He stops you.
"None of that now." He smiles. "We're well beyond that point."
You nod. Of course. He is your Acquaintance. You are sure of this, more certain than you have been about anything else in your life. He offers to make you dinner. You accept.
You try to focus on the Acquaintance's appearance, but dong so brings you pain. He is wearing a cotton shirt with a cravat underneath a black silk jacket. He is very well groomed, giving a regal appearance that isn't quite aristocratic. And that bewitching smile...
"So, you know of the problem in Underlund?" You nod. "I was there at the fall, you know."
He presents you with the dinner, a meat pie made from game the Acquaintance had acquired. He takes a bite out of an apple, and continues. "The rumors are true: a demon now sits on the Underlund throne. It is very dire I am afraid. Sorry, not a demon, no. The Demon King Osa."
The Acquaintance frowns and shakes his head. "The Underlund oligarchy sought power and were found wanting. And so goes the story of how a country was slaughtered and damned in a single night. But it's a story we all know, the wheel of fate turns the same now as it always had. Where steel, sword, and war were now is replaced by souls, runes, and rituals." He takes another bite from his apple. "A servant suffers his master's hubris, whether in plains of heather or in planes of Aether."
He abruptly stops. His eyes stare deep into yours. You drop your pie and it clatters on the ground as you try to crawl away, but your vision has blurred and you cannot see the door.
"Shall we find you wanting?"
Light fades to black. You remember nothing else until you wake up on a bed of straw. Did He take you here?
but I ain't got a particular preference
rng, assign me my destiny
They are the best sounding form of government.
Satans..... hints.....
I assign ye Agatha Omestadt
I dub ye Kendrick Mcmeekin
OR WHATEVER'S AVAILABLE
What spring does with the cherry trees.
A phalla run by Munkus I can't
What spring does with the cherry trees.
I dub thee Sandra Torrance
What is the most important thing I need to do so I don't bone everything up?
Satans..... hints.....
1. Everybody lies.
2. Nobody wants to die.
3. What you know you don't know is as important as what you know.
Basically
What spring does with the cherry trees.
Description: Petite as most elves are, Van's presence is small and unobtrusive. His pale skin, from his many hours spent indoors and his once splendid robes, now faded, mark him as a young scholar. The disgraced elf has his silver hair buzzed short, and his severe eyebrows plucked. He glares at those around him with disdain, but often can be seen sitting alone, staring at nothing with longing and regret.
Background: Roman's assistant, when Roman was stripped of his title and power, so too was Van cast out from elvish society. Is extremely bitter about this fact, and resents his old mater heavily. Despises humans for not being elves.
Quote: "Go away."
What spring does with the cherry trees.
I KNOW
it's like the part was MADE for me
Something about a fat money counter just appeals to me.
3DS: 2981-5304-3227
What spring does with the cherry trees.
Same.
Also Munkus put my desc/quote in the OP?
What spring does with the cherry trees.
Sign up 42
Edited for my choice
Don't mind me, just painting your death.
Edit- oh shit, someone took that. I'll go with 29 then.