Sir_Senti
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[✗] [Race Lore & CA ] Echidna & The Nargrum Ki
Sir_Senti replied to Echo_42069's topic in Denied Lore
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The New Government of Amberdell
Sir_Senti replied to NotEvilAtAll's topic in The Wee Shore of Amberdell
[!] A golden badge jingled on the chest of the new sheriff, and clacked slightly against a metal part of his suspenders as he walked up to the board, surveying what had been posted on it. First, he smiled proudly at the notice on the new government, before glaring at the notice from August. "Wha' a wee prick! Oi'll lock 'em up wit' watah'melon joe fer dis!" The angry hobbit stormed off, his badge jingling all the way -
IM SO PROUD OF ULI
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Vote Dimentio for best antag no better answer #dimentioforbestantag (im too lazy to make a good hashtag **** you)
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It was the 9th of The First Seed, S.A. 251. A bloodied form lay sitting next to a grave, listening to the water run nearby him, and the beautiful birds chirping as his life faded away. The form was a Kha'Leonis, with a black and yellow mane. Though, that mane was soaked in red. As were his hands, and most of all, his chest. It was covered in slashes and cuts. The Kha' hadn't bothered trying to find a doctor. He knew he had lost too much blood, and he knew he wouldn't make it far enough. Instead, he began going up a mountain. He climbed to the grave he now sat beside. It was his father's. He had built that grave, stone by stone, the day before. It was sort of ironic, that he died where he did. Ronan Mons de Alencar-Vuiller built his own grave, where forever he lay. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- This was my first pk post so sorry it lwk sucks
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This is why you never follow Oribar into the woods. smh.
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Similarly to his Aunt, Ronan knew that his fathers were being stupid, and that he may possibly need to be mature for the first time in his life. He was dreading this greatly.
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musin Need Musin Children for my Musin; Sir Cheddar.
Sir_Senti replied to Kabukicraft's topic in Looking for Group
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As Speedy canine said, you should play a musin. perhaps a musin child.
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I have been wanting to play a Kha child, and I think a Kha raised by Humans or Elves would be interesting, so I thought I would make a post looking for someone! as I mentioned, I would prefer Humans or Elves, but other than that I have no criteria, & I am completely fine joining an existing family. (I have not yet created character, I am waiting until I have a confirmed parent/family) My discord username is rat__trap (2 underscores) contact me there or reply to this post!
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[!] A flyer was hung with an illustration of a Musin in a top hat and crudely wrote lettering: Underneath were the words 'Flip over', and upon doing so one would see information on joining, though it was written with similarly crude lettering "Hello wonderful musin and more! I am Thimble The Magusin! I am the founder of The Squeaktacular Jamboree Circus, and I want you to join! Yes you! For long this land of Aevos has been deprived of true entertainment, and I am here to change that. I will accept any musin and maybe others (though that is a strict maybe) to join my wonderful circus troupe! For more information on joining send me a bird!" (OOC: My ign is Sentinel_232, send the letter to Thimble, or message me on discord @rat__trap with TWO UNDERSCORES!)
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I am a member of this group, (the mentioned Magusin) and I agree with everything stated here! I was specifically thinking something like a strongman, and maybe some sort of acrobat, but other suggestions are welcome! my discord is rat__trap (two underscores)
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RP: Name: Baltazar Boldwalker Age:21 Race:Halfling Reason for Enlisting: in need of a home, and pay Past Experience (if any): n/a OOC: MC Name: Sentinel_232 Discord Tag: rat__trap (two underscores)
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Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Baltazar—Though confused at the hags statement—sits and begins explaining an embellished, and more elaborate version of his adventures; how he, traveled to this point. Eventually he gets to only a day prior and tells her this "Well you see at this point, I was ever so hungry and tired! I decided to search for a village to stay at, instead of camping outside, so I asked around whenever I saw travelers, and after having to camp outside one last time... I found this town! now I've also found you, and whatever insights you may have in store." He ends off his tales, hoping for the woman to impart great wisdom onto him.
