AmorphousSolid
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Gillsy huffs as she closes the newspaper. “Avin’ teh pay fer a drink? Blasphemeh.”
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Deep in her beautiful, lonely burrow, Gillsy clutches the flower to her chest and mutters a desperate prayer to Knox under her breath. Finally exiting her burrow, she silently passes through the town. For the rest of this day and all of the next, she sits, waiting in the wheat fields of Brandybrook, just like he said. Just in case. Randem XD
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Name: Gillsy Gillsley
Fort Fortified [ ]
Fort Knox [X]
Big Fort [ ]
Devil Springs Vodka [ ]
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Gillsy, having received the newspaper, emerges from her brand new burrow for the first time in like, a year. “Oh, we’re still fightin’ t’eh demons? Kay.”
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Gillsy bristles with indignation. “I weren’t pretendin’. Ah really am a sailer. Desgusten.”
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Name: Gillsy
Age: 40
Are you single?: Yes
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Name (Both RP & IGN): Elphet Shylark | AmorphousSolid
Profession (Miner, blacksmith, artisan? Multiple jobs are allowed!): Miner
Do you require temporary housing?: No
Discord (Not required, but highly suggested! It’s free & safe): AmorphousSolid#8690
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Sword Regulation Act, 1787
in Brandybrook
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Gillsy pops out of her hole in a rare and not to be repeated appearance. “T’at’s rediculous, we can kill loivestock jus’ foine wit’ shovels!”