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Nahim needs to soon go find Nora, Kate I want to tag along. It doesn’t have to happen this instant, but for my epic rp that shall put Sara on the edge of her seat, I need both Nahim and Nora with the Queen, and Kate plz
"You need French Toast."
Does Ellis require assistance dealing with Dlek?
Signature is limited to 100 characters? That seems awfully unjust. We refuse to be bound by these ru
Is it normal that my hands are sweating rn?
"You need French Toast."
Idk. Are you saying because the RP is really intense?
Signature is limited to 100 characters? That seems awfully unjust. We refuse to be bound by these ru
Idk if that’s why or not. My room his perfect, and no other part of my body is sweating, and yet my hands are. My hands and only my hands.
"You need French Toast."
Yeah, my hands get clammy sometimes, usually when I’m reading something really stressful. Actually, they’re cold right now.
Signature is limited to 100 characters? That seems awfully unjust. We refuse to be bound by these ru
Huh.
Signature is limited to 100 characters? That seems awfully unjust. We refuse to be bound by these ru
Don’t you know, authors always kill off the characters you like. ALWAYS.
Signature is limited to 100 characters? That seems awfully unjust. We refuse to be bound by these ru
You’ll like this rp once I get to it…it’s gonna be great!
"You need French Toast."
Carrie
I began running through a crowd of people, I knew we were being attacked, but I didn’t know where to go.
My sword turned back into a little rock with a horrible screech sound. I tried to pick up Fire Face, who ran as quick as his little feet could go without being trampled, but as I scooped him up he bit hard into my hand, his teeth were hot. I let out a yelp and dropped him, and he ran the away in the opposite direction I was headed.
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
I don’t think authors should be allowed to let their characters die 😭
Signature is limited to 100 characters? That seems awfully unjust. We refuse to be bound by these ru
Fennin
Fennin ran into a bloodied Tren as he tried to get out of the smoke.
“Tren! What happened?”
“I’m n-not sure, my Prince. They just suddenly got in, b-but how?” Fennin looked nervous.
“I have to go Tren, how bad are you hurt?” Tren smiled, Fennin had always been concerned about his people.
“Only some cuts. I stole one of the swords the red eyed one forged yesterday and showed you. It was still lying around. I can stay here with the guests.” Fennin knew Tren to be honest, he could leave his friend with a good conscience.
“Thank you.” Fennin dashed off full-tilt, dodging blows from Gilganing soldiers. He spend down the hallways, running down sets of stairs leading to the forge. He grabbed a sword there and shut the door, locking it from the inside. If his people needed swords, there were ones Nahim had left on the training grounds.
Stepping over to one side of the forge, Fennin opened a hidden door, leading to a thin staircase leading both up and down. Ducking his head low for the ceiling, Fennin dashed in and the secret door closed behind him. He ran up the spiraling stairs, up and up not stopping at any of the doors he saw as he went. His breathing grew heavy, and his brow began to sweat, but on he went.
He knew if he stopped, he could doom the entire palace.
"You need French Toast."
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