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  1. Is it too late to enter now ? (°▽°) (´∀`) Horror is my specialty.
  2. Life is pretty hard some times, isn’t it?

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      You guys are all great, though.

  3. It’s been hard for me to even look at the site. My boyfriend broke his arm really badly and I’ve been having to take care of him and work two jobs now.. oof! Things are winding down enough that I’ll try my best to get an emote again!
  4. "Paladin of the white hand, I'm in .. Where? innsssth? Inssth. Wilds of Yemee and it's super dangerous, great! Still didn't tell me why you're here! I guess I'm going to assume you're paid here to keep the dangers out as a white hand but I don't do well with inferring every thing." The small tiefling was saying this already while she was tredding quickly towards purgatory. By the time she finished she was far off, already about to go inside the building. She paused a while with her hand on the handle to the inn while she waited for the Orc, and mumbled to herself. " What kind of place is this that you name your inn purgatory. Do they offer indefinite stay or some thing? Wouldn't be much of an inn if that was the case- HEY ARE WE GETTING FOOD OR WHAT!" It didn't seem like she was the patient type, especially when it came to food. " I don't really know what's inside here so I can rightfully open the door because I might just fall into the undescribed place, so you better hurry because I'm REALLY hungry!"
  5. Esmald had been part of the tribe longer than the two outsiders that he pulled his weight behind. He dragged a whole finished pelt pile over the snow on a large canvas sheet attached to some ropes. Dressed all in furs, and with long black hair he looked menacing enough. He hadn't shaved his beard for years now and it fell down to his muscular chest. What kept him in this tribe was not only the culture, but just how much they welcomed in strangers as long as they could pull their wait. You could never get used to these long traveling periods, but it became easier with time and practice. When the whole caravan was called to stop by the chief, Esmald pulled off his rope reigns and walked towards the fire and asked the others if there was help needed in the fire. There really wasn't much, so he went back to his pelt and hide pile and waited for one of the children to serve him. As a plate of hot reindeer stewed in the fat of a seal was handed to him in a large pile in a wooden bowl, a warm smile drew on the gruff man's face for the child. There wasn't much known about Esmald in the tribe, he didn't speak much at all, but he always acted kindly towards the children in the tribe. When there was free time he would even carve some toys for them like figures and whistles for them out of reindeer antlers ( which was some of the hardest stuff to work with). Taking a hardy bite from the scalding hot meat, his plain face returned as it burnt him, but it was much better than being so cold that it threatened your fingers at all times. Being right behind the fat tiger woman and Reitu left him wide open for listening to and watching their slight shenanigans. He was really the most surprised with two things of these two, how such a obese tiger could still move so long with such heavy weight, and generally how one could find a shoe big enough to fit those giant paws. Esmald glanced down at his worn winter boots as a heavy wind blew through him enough to make him shiver, and stared up at the sky. Silently, he prayed that there wouldn't be a blizzard as he slid a chunk of reindeer past his lips. The stew was good, they even afforded to throw some salt and onions in. He didn't take more than one serving, they gave large portions here and he was full. Finished, he laid back against the pile of pelts and curled up against the cold, taking advantage of any break he could get.
  6. If it's okay that I don't make a character sheet I can reply now, it's just a little hectic for me, but you bet your buns I can make a character sheet soon as I can grab some internet.. ( I use phone data and a small phone for every thing)
  7. Tangerine light through tangerine eyes. The world as the small, elf was a desolate wasteland of orange lit by no sun. The voice caused her ears to twitch and forced her head to raise. Coming towards her now was a black shadow with glowing orbs for eyes. Black milipedes crawled ceaselessly just below the surface of his oily wire skin.The figure had a brutal smile that was all wriggling legs. There were other shadows in the corner sitting on the dead bodies that had only become dead shapes. Black lizards, beetles, and bugs crawled around the metal room while the spiders hunted for them. Then through pain the walls changed to a blurred memory of a stone basement with barred sky lights, chains on the wall and a man screaming. Then it was a small bright cottage, a man and woman of elder age standing there with no faces holding a tea kettle and throwing boiling water that hit her so long ago. Then back to the shadowy man with bright white eyes in both his sockets and the smile made out of thousands of sharp legs. The elf's lips quivered again as it made sounds she could only vaguely guess what they were. It's mouth gave rise to a screech that painfully echoed off the wall as Mayumi tried to focus to decipher it. "Question. Get you hurt. You are. Your name. Kill Dredge." Transcribing the screech into common that she never had the formal training to ever fully understand. It wasn't her language, there was a lot of things that she missed. It didn't help that she had to go back and pick it through thousands of hissing milipedes. The small mouth opened before the world shifted and she forgot again. " M-.. Mayumi.. T-t...takam-.. Mori. D..dredge.." She sputtered through her fear of the shadow's power. Shadows that could be felt were always dangerous. They never grew faces. They only hurt. The thing in front of him flashed into a blurred, unfocused and ancient face that Mayumi tried to reach for, but in looking at her heavy bound hand she lost the image of him. It sent another wave of tears through her every time her mind switched through the channels and so freshly reminded her every time of where she was and only knowing the promises of pain awaited her. There was a song, distorted in melody but ever so comforting. Mayumi's only friend Shaberu did all she could to keep Mayumi calm even if her voice was metalic and grating. Even the shovel behind her back was afraid of the milipede man, and it caused the song to grow so quiet. There wasn't any thing Mayumi could bare to say that would calm her down. Subconsciously she would be leaning further back in a small effort to keep her safe and unseen as possible, as she was the only thing keeping Mayumi here at this point.
  8. And then my farm comes in and burns yours.. Then who's laughing then?! Probably every one within two miles .. Actually..
  9. And then my farm comes in and burns yours.. Then who's laughing then?! Probably every one within two miles .. Actually..
  10. I'm going to be playing three city dwellers. No Heros, no villains, just normal people. Three lives.
  11. Sweet, is there any orphanages in the area to endorse a wonderful image for the farming house and also have cheap farm labor?
  12. The silver-haired woman tools a brief pause in her flow of words to continue gazing around the loom and gloom of the town while picking at her pointed teeth with sharp claws. At she spun around her rimmed tail poking out of her robe became aparent. Her attention drew back to the Orc at the mention of food. " Did you say food? Are you asking me out on a date? I mean.. I'll go if you're buying! You never really answered my question of why you're here and also every one in this place of its so dangerous! Hopefully you all get paid in gold." Her eyes stared back over at the walls where people on watch were staring at her and she gave an energetic wave up at them. "Hey!! Hello!! " she shouted over at them.
  13. I call being the farmer who burns competitor's crops and buying out their bankrupt land to grow an empire of wheat and wheat by products!!
  14. The door chimed, and then slammed open as Weiss stepped inside with a cocky grin on his face. Before he could say any thing, Bully immediately started yelling at him. " Dontcha be slamming my doors ya fool!" Weis's grin didn't even falter, he stuck up his fists and waved them at Bully. " 'Ey now, Bully, you want a round with me? I'm sure I cou-." He stopped, mid sentence with the sheer coldness of the look Bully gave him, "Eeeh.. Nevermind.. How's the kids? This place is as empty as all hell, as usual. All I get to look at around here is your two ugly mugs." His grinning face didn't bother looking at the empty seats as he tromped over to the bar and took a seat right next to Valdas. " What's the cards saying today Val? Has one of Miss Wickersham's chickens died.. Or maybe I'm going to get sick soon?" Even past his grin, it was quite clear that he was just as bored as the rest of them being here. This place hadn't been interesting for a long time, and still Weiss remained, festering in this tiny village. There weren't even that much of monsters around the area spare the occasional wolf frightening the aforementioned chickens. " God forbid any thing interesting happen to this place. I'm just waiting for the day that you draw from those cards and .. Maybe.. A hundred goblins come in to ransack the town! Could you imagine Wickersham's face? That's some thing I'd use my coppers for! " Weiss was a loud talker, and he could put on a brave face, but in this small village you could never be expected to handle more than a lost sheep, so he was mostly just talk. He had the muscular build of a farmer, a manual laborer. He was one of there few people in the village who owned a sword, and was known to go out into the woods and practice.
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