03-07-2016, 12:31 AM
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Originally Posted by Knucklehead
Ralik Fornsir
Race: Elf
Class: Warrior
Level: 5
AP: 6
DP: 4
HP: 26
Weapons: Oak baton +2 AP, Eleven crossbow +5 AP (10 bolts)
Armor: full leather guard uniform +6 DP
Cleftak Clumbskirt
Race: Goblin
Class: Rogue
Level: 2
AP: 1
DP: 2
HP: 11
Weapons: none
Armor: cloth rags +0 DP
Ralik sits heavy eyed as he approaches his 6th hour of the days shift. What's taking Kolla so long to get me a god Damn break? You hear some rocks getting brushed around over in one of the cells. You look at the creature behind the bars as it gives you a dead glare and whistles at you with its mouth closed.
What do you do?
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I wield my oak baton and approach the cell. Fully erect
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Originally Posted by PancakeBrah
I'm going to start off on a tangent.
when I write, lately, I feel as if I begin by stringing together ambient ideas and concepts, then i realize I'm just typing the words coffee, tawdry, and autumn over and over and over, again, then I pass out dru-
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