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Just as the chunks and gore of the erupted voidal monsters were splattered across Curon, so shattered were Robin’s memories of the event, and for much before that aswell. Upon his slow awakening, his mind was blissfully ignorant to the horrors that he and so many others had faced, many not so lucky as he. His countless years of struggle turned to a nonsensical blur, even his own name became lost to him as he resorted to a name few would ever recall as his own: Aren Redwood. However, each day after was a stride towards recovery. As painful and frustrating as it may be, he slowly begins to pick up the scattered pieces, enough to understand the great sacrifices that were made on that fateful day. For now, he remains cautious of his state, recalling what he can of his efforts and the efforts of his brave compatriots with pride, and muttering silent prayers for those lost and in grief.
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MCname: DummThicc
Character Name: Robin Kinrom’Wir
Discord: megaDed#5602
Timezone: Central
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A man sits in solemn silence, the sounds of the grueling battle and Hsieh-Xin’ s final cries still playing in his mind as if he sat there in the wastelands of the Hou-Zi village. His tired eye opens to thankfully find himself still in the supposed safety of his home, though his spirit remains buried deep within the earth. A heavy sigh slips from his lips, dissipating into the silence as he finally begins to stand. He would not soon forget the kindness or strength of Xin, and he would forever cherish the hope he had given to him long ago.
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*regrets many things*
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Upon old wooden posts and dusty street corners of Adria, a hand full of matching flyers flap limply in the passing breeze. Many of the previous papers have already been blown off and tossed after the many months they have hung there, but a few still remain strong upon their nails. Like the wavering hope held by those who remembered this kindly face, their message remains standing, but time proves ever merciless to their prayers. The papers, worn by age and weather, read as followed.
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*Bleat signs cuz he kinda has no choice, but find this new land promising.”
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See? You guys are awesome! Thanks for the welcoming and I hope to see you all around. ?
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Hello everyone!
So I’ve only just arrived, fresh face, and have plenty of technical questions, but in the sort time that I was finally able to join the server I’m already having a blast. Staff, y’all rock! The folks I’ve met have been super cool and super understanding of my slowness and limited lore knowledge. I can’t wait to get back on and I hope to meet a lot more folks while I’m here! If anyone would like to get together on the server sometime and rp, just let me know here! Sorry no discord lol.
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[PK] Of Flesh and Bud
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Posted · Edited by DummStuff
The gruesome story of Salthor’s final bow came as a shock to Robin, a grip of remorse settling deep within his chest. Despite his own unfortunate meeting with the crazed wood elf, nothing could compare to the trail of blood and fire left in Salthor’s wake on what should have been a joyous occasion. Just how many had this psychotic man tortured and traumatized? While left in unease at the harrowing tale, Robin finds himself with an odd sense of relief. Finally, the man who had stolen many nights of sleep for him could never reach him again.
(( It has been a privilege getting to rp with you! Thank you for the spooks and the great character development! <3))
Robin would later find, to his shock and horror, a very familiar sword left at his doorstep. The blade of bone and blackened flesh of a handle brought familiar feelings of phantom pains through his shoulder and across his legs. However, as he plucked the blade from the ground he knew it was time to put this great craftsmanship, however vicious its initial intent was, to a greater use; to better himself, his strength, and his mind.