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About w_ill

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    i drank lilac fabric softener on accident once
  • Birthday February 19

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    crybean
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    dort elf

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  1. w_ill

    ONCE A FRIEND & TWICE BETRAYED

    "Its almost as if they didn't think becoming an Empire puppet would have consequences." Cyrene Riel responds, wiping fresh high elf blood from her sword.
  2. elf vs human war   ? ? ? ?

  3. w_ill

    THE DRAGON AND THE FOREST

    “INCEST AGAIN” screams cyrene
  4. w_ill

    Dael'Ran Disguise Dissolution

    Cyrene scoffs. “Good to know. He’s a psychopath-- no wonder he was disconnected...”
  5. I thought this would be fitting to make abt haelun’or 
    xoxo
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    no harsh feelings tis just a meme

    Edited by w_ill
  6. w_ill

    Heh. Not Bad. You made me use 10% of my power.

    when will we replace moderators with NPCs
  7. w_ill

    EMPOWERED BY ANCIENT TRADITION

    I actually got a good laugh out of this
  8. “As usual, the high elves spit upon any sign of elven unity outside of their city and choose the human dogs over their own kin. Truly, they are the impure ones.” Cyrene says, pausing as she shakes her head. “I’m sure every other existing elven nation would love to recognize him as a ‘prince; now that he’s denounced them and their leadership… he just seems upset that the high elves weren't included in this alliance. They must be feeling left out. Good, nobody wants them anyways! Well, except for the humans, who only keep them because of their own dying numbers. Humans remain divided, while elves become united.”
  9. 👀so what r the elves up to 

  10. w_ill

    IMPERIAL LETTERS; PRINCIPALITY OF VÎLACHIA

    Cyrene screams “INCEST” in absolute fear and panic.
  11. w_ill

    = VALE IMPERIUM =

    "Soon the Empire dogs will stay dead and forgotten in the dust of history... They feign purity and just, yet pillage cities of innocents... men, women, elderly and children. Wherever the future takes us, my blade is with those who will put an end to these bastards and their subjugation. Let them burn." Cyrene says.
  12. w_ill

    Civility

    Crackles and pops are heard as the nearby fire sings its melody, sending trails of smoke and flames into the chimney above. The room is dim and grimy, while the light from the fireplace casts sharp shadows onto the worn elf, who mutely sits before it in isolated thought. She stares at it with a glare she wished she could give to those she cursed, imagining it to be those she wants dead. She imagines the fire to be them. Her desire to express her hatred was greater than that of any other wish she had left, yet this wish would remain unsated. It always has been for her, which is what lead her to her current state of mind— brought to nothing. Broken. Hated. Outcasted. Brushing unkempt hair from her eyes, she doesn't move her gaze from the fire but instead watches it in mute as she lets her mind wander. As she moves her calloused hands up to clutch her head as she brings her knees to her chest, she stares at the fire with a firmer gaze. Her fingernails dig into her scalp where she scratches down as hard as she can, hardly able to perceive her own actions before she stops after a moment, breathing in quick but quiet gasps as she struggles to finds her mind— or rather lack of it. She unwillingly recalls memories which plagued her person, memories that sapped every bit of her rationality and thinking. Moving her hands down, she looks to her fingertips. A thin amount of blood coats them with some underneath her fingernails. A distasteful sight, one would say, yet she looks back to the fire as she rests her hands on her knees. Blood was not foreign to her, whether it be her own blood, the blood of her enemies or even her friends. How much suffering, strain, and damage can one endure until their reason and civility are destroyed? How can some remain so held together with such mental fortitude and strength, while others are barely able to tell truth from untruth? Then again, life itself is... full of many lies.
  13. w_ill

    ADDRESS TO A FALSE CLAIM

    "INCEST" Screams cyrebe
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