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- Sat Nov 09, 2013 3:29 am
- Forum: General Roleplay
- Topic: Addressed to Head Priest of Nature
- Replies: 13
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Re: Addressed to Head Priest of Nature
*there is another adorable little drawing scribbled hastily across the many pages now attached to the board. This time a chubby little raccoon brandishing fishbones like a club and wearing a tiny orange cape says, "Hook you in the gobber, mate, sware on me mum!" as he chases after the squi...
- Fri Nov 08, 2013 6:13 am
- Forum: Open Discussion
- Topic: What are you listening to right now?
- Replies: 1128
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Re: What are you listening to right now?
Information Society - What's on Your Mind (Pure Energy) Brilliant. I stumbled upon Information Society after I found out that they were the ones behind "Ozar Midrashim", used for the LoK: Soul Reaver soundtrack. (And every Kain game after) Here's some musics you fine folks can use to see ...
- Thu Nov 07, 2013 2:35 am
- Forum: General Roleplay
- Topic: Addressed to Head Priest of Nature
- Replies: 13
- Views: 14253
Re: Addressed to Head Priest of Nature
*beneath the note is a small depiction of a squirrel, wearing a nut shell for a helmet and wielding a twig like a sword. The squirrel is shouting "NAAAATUUUUURE"*
- Fri Nov 01, 2013 2:49 pm
- Forum: Roleplay Stories / Personal Letters
- Topic: A Vaguely Social Event
- Replies: 0
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A Vaguely Social Event
It had been a week since Chippy Morgan and his shadowy escort had entered the borders of Britannia. A rain had come and gone, lasting a day and then moving on, leaving the lands green and vibrant and new. Dew clung to the leaves and blades of grass like sparkling diamonds, refracting the morning sun...
- Thu Oct 31, 2013 3:56 pm
- Forum: Roleplay Stories / Personal Letters
- Topic: The Earth Tells All
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The Earth Tells All
Chippy let the soil fall from his open hand. It was dark, rich, and old: the soil that could birth a paradise, or a nightmare. It spoke to him, told him the stories only the earth remembers, of battles a thousand years gone. As the last thick clumps of earth tumbled from his palm, he rose from his c...