ronin_champloo

flam deserved it tho

ghtbnfdr m

It’s not bad for a new player, but I implore you to look at the current accepted lore. Good luck on your future projects.

time for shades to actually rp it as a curse lmfao

Within the prison of one of the camps, a malnourished-paladin alongside decaying corpses with chunks torn off their burnt skin. He’d laid, captured by the Inferi – his body marked by decay and feces, fresh wounds plaguing his worn skin. The man’s gaze peers above, verdant eyes searching past the steel bars for hope. “May their souls consume the dark, speaking hymns of hallowed divinity.” He’d hoarsely mutter, the lack of water straining his throat as the Terin spoke. None garnered his call, save for the cries of his fellow prisoners. The cackling and vile laughter of the other grunts, their grotesque features stretched onto a hideous sneer as they’d peer at the pleas of the fallen-man. His arms felt heavier, chained above in a cruel and languished motion. Diomedes sat crumpled in a heap, his limbs stretched as bruises and blood seeped down faintly – akin to that of dribbling rain as it’d run drown his arm. ”May theirs burn brighter than mine.”

Amidst the ship that docked besides the shores of Korvassa, a Terin resides – digits grasped betwixt the Oakwood Shaft of his Bec-De-Corbin. The sharpened pommel sent upon the floor, the comfortable confines of his ship. “May our light stand true against the Dark. In companionship, duty and resolve may we fight against our ordained fate.” There, he’d take residence upon a nearby chair. The man, merely set in waiting.

epic art but

me gongaga

Sign-Up Format Mcname: Spoonesque Talent: roblox

O_O

[!] Amidst a notice-board adorned a weathered parchment, the flayed edges scraping amidst the wooden surface of the signboard. Herein, did lay a bloodied cloth amidst the note – the fabric cradled with a foul and distinct odor, painting the paper with the pigment of muddled crimson. The note seemed to be written in haste, the ink of blunt charcoal ridden betwixt the letter. “Grant the call, I’ll heed it true. The rag bears my scent, should you beckon to me by birds then it’ll be enough to find me. If not, I reside within Aegrothond. Villa One. I am Diomedes Terin, awaiting for your word.”

isaac magic

O_O

https://tenor.com/view/monkey-pissed-mad-angry-annoyed-gif-4691438

POGGERS

sherlock holmes mind palace magic

What are unspoken RP rules that you abide by? How many females have you done, only for them to turn out to be men OOCly? Is Isaac your self-insert?

Literally just a shitty excuse to bandit people, rather horrible really. I see nothing interesting, nor of value in this piece.

man