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About Shoalstone

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  • Birthday 05/26/2002

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    Parmer, Brandeis
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    Human, Highlander

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  1. this is hilarious, but maybe should've gone with the return of Iblees
  2. Brandeis observes the back-and-forth with more than a little confusion. Could these be the 'bandits' of whom he'd heard, the reason for all the metal rods, the 'gates?' Further, how could the Old raise word against another? For he had heard the High are the Old, and to be High is to possess great wisdom, and to be wise is not to raise word nor brand against fellow man. He ought meander; learn of this strange 'law,' which like Oaths of Old binds all to its language. Regardless, he politely folds his hands and stands calm outside the Port gate, memorizing the names of these Old that he might see
  3. Parmer steeples her fingers over a nice mug of cocoa on the mantle in her new basement apartment. Cupboards creak as wood expands, Amber Cold driven out by an ashy flame of questionable documents. She grunts at these, as well as the contract on her lap; not her best works. She should practice her dwarven penmanship. Otherwise it is heavy and silent. Soon, but not very soon, Parmer sips her cocoa, and splashes it across the floorboards, boiling the varnish and shattering the mug. . . . She crosses her legs and holds the contract up to the flickering light. No
  4. The tune lilts through the narrow, dank alleys of Talon's Port, performed atop a moonlit rooftop by the one and only Parmer, on bad recorder, causing all within six miles to roll 4d6 psychic damage.
  5. “There is no escape—only pain.” -Sun Tzu I am entering indefinite hiatus immediately. This entails radio silence on discord, sudden shelving of all characters, and occasional visits to perhaps vote, claim my vault, and check up on things. The server has been unstable for the past few weeks, due to the map change, and I don’t see it evening out any time soon™. I may return for summer break. Running around for RP and standing around for emotes is not the best use of my limited downtime right now. Parmer leaves notes for individuals and groups she has engaged with, outlini
  6. Going on hibernation while the radiation disperses; might log in to vote or explore, but won't search for RP; be back in a few days

  7. Going on hiatus for a few days until things calm down

  8. Parmer picks up a dusty, trodden pamphlet. She scans it quickly, pauses, and hurries into an alley. Several times she lowers the paper, tapping her chin and staring at the busy street. A beggar wanders in. She glares, and the rough-clad fellow scurries away, jostled and cursed by the crowd. Eventually she just stands there, pamphlet forgotten. Eyes closed. "... I hope it goes well. I hope it remains... pure." She shakes her head and rushes off toward the beggar.
  9. Parmer's mask-muffled shouts echo throughout the caves of Urguan. "Come one, come all! Be first in line for this new, Haelun'or tested cure! With a single injection—" she flourishes a shiny, sharp needle— "Khorvad-19 is knocked out in a minute! It gets in the lungs, does a tremendous number on the lungs." She shakes her head sadly, and sets a glass jar on the ground. "Alas, this disinfectant is in limited stock. But another cure is being tested by the Silver City's best researchers: by bringing light into the body, through the skin or in some other way, we can kill the plague in an elven secon
  10. I might be coming back for the next map, but my previous forum posts are intensely embarrassing, and there's no delete function, so I'm formally disowning ALL of my past content! This seems like a good solution to a problem I'm sure many old players face. Oh, and I also disown my characters and roleplay. Now introducing: Shoalstone.
  11. Einhart crosses his arms while reading a poster nailed to a building's wall. "Frost witches, huh...? Never heard of 'em, but they sound... egregious? That a good word?" He fills out the application, pausing every so often to consider his choices in life. IGN: Azureth Persona name: Einhart Race: Human Age: 20 Where you hold residence: I don't have a home. Where I hold residence is with my hands, of course; why would I hold a residence with anything else?
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