[RPG | 100] Cloakwood Academy [Speeltopic] - Speeltopics

27 aug 2024 - 16:51 Halbrand is offline

* Deze RPG is een remake van Academy in the Cloakwoods door eternalsunshine. Een deel van de teksten en layout is overgenomen. De lore is gebaseerd op Forgotten Realms, de wereld van D&D (5th edition). *

CLOAKWOOD
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Start | Speel | Babbel | Lees

Welkom bij de prestigieuze Cloakwood Academie in de weelderige en betoverende bossen niet ver van Baldur's Gate. Verscholen te midden van de levendige bossen en bloeiende weilanden, staat deze academie, een veilige haven van kennis en kracht voor studenten in tal van disciplines.
Afgelopen jaar leek de Academie echter meer een plek van onzekerheden te worden en aan de valavond van het nieuwe jaar, is die spanning er nog steeds. Niet iedereen is het eens met het bewind dat de school voert, of de opleidingen die ze aanbiedt. Sommigen op school willen de Cloakwood terugbrengen naar haar origine: een plek voor magie en natuur, tot in haar zuiverste vorm. Ze willen terug naar de natuurlijke orde en daar heeft nieuwe wetenschap of brute gevechtsleer geen plek. 'Beschaving' is niets anders dan onderdrukking van de natuur.
Zo'n beetje iedereen is zich bewust van de strubbelingen die momenteel onder bepaalde leden van het schoolbestuur plaatsvindt, maar nu beginnen ook studenten kanten te kiezen. Er gaan talloze geruchten de ronde, gaande van een infiltratie van vampiers tot gedwongen omvorming naar de cult van Bhaal. Wat is waar? Wat is een leugen? En vooral: aan welke kant sta jij?

INFORMATIE & INVULLIJSTJE

Alle informatie die je nodig hebt, vind je terug in de story die helemaal bovenaan gelinkt is onder 'lees'. Je maakt je rol helemaal zoals je zelf wil. Het enige dat we sowieso echt nodig hebben is: naam, leeftijd, ras, studierichting en hoe lang ze al aan Cloakwood studeren, achtergrond en eventuele geheimen. Zaken die niet in de story staan maar wel canon zijn in de Forgotten Realms/Baldurs Gate-wereld zijn voor het grootste deel toegestaan, zolang je het even in de groep gooit. Ga zo wild als je wil(d).

ROLLEN

REGELS

- Hier wordt niet met dobbelstenen gegooid (tenzij je dat echt wil, ik hou je niet tegen).
- Don't be a bitch
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- Have fun!

Many thanks aan eternalsunshine om de originele RPG te starten en aan Mazino voor het helpen uitwerken/vertalen/formatten van alle Forgotten Realms lore.

[ bericht aangepast op 18 sep 2024 - 14:07 ]

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25 sep 2024 - 18:18 Kiramman is offline

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H A R R O W H A R K
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Tiefling ✧ 22 ✧ Year 4 ✧ History Researcher ✧ With Loarse and Vesper in the Great Hall ✧ Wearing

The two of them made their way to the lusciously decked tables. Ianthe wasn't hungry- she often wasn't hungry, but tonight she felt a knot in her stomach, making it even worse. She took a plate and added a few pieces of bread, cheese and dried fruits on it, and then waited until Loarse was ready before going over to the drinks table. Ianthe was a lightweight, so she didn't drink much or often, but tonight she felt like she might need one - or two. She picked a glass of red wine - full and semi sweet in taste and clinked her glass against Loarse's. She didn't know what she was toasting on with her roommate. Maybe just a feeling of togetherness, despite it all.
As Ianthe sipped the wine, her eyes sought out Vesper again, over the edge of her glass. She hadn't moved from her spot and simply seemed to be taking in the room and the people entering. Ianthe motioned to Loarse that she was going over to girlfriend, but she was welcome to join. As they moved from the table, she almost bumped into Izumi and Jun and could overhear the first warning Jun away from being close to Aoth. Somehow that made Ianthe chuckle. How could someone so generally disliked attend the Academy without issue - and seduce a nice girl like Áine at that. Although nice maybe wasn't the right word, Áine was eccentric in her own way.
She halted next to her girlfriend and hooked her pinky finger around the Vespers. ''You look nice,'' she said and bumped Vespers shoulder with a small smile. Ianthe felt a little uncomfortable. Their fight the other night still weighed down on her and she felt the knot in her stomach tighten. ''You do look like you're about to kill someone, though.'' She sat down and took a sip of her wine. ''Loarse and I came over to prevent that from happening.'' She hoped Vesper would realize she was joking and all would be well between the two of them.

[ bericht aangepast op 25 sep 2024 - 18:18 ]

kindness is never a burden.

29 sep 2024 - 14:27 euphemia is offline

euphemia 870

_{_ÁINE}
𝖈𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖌𝖍

mage • divination and illusion • moonelf • 21 • dress and hair • with aoth • great hall
TRIGGER WARNING: blood

“Don't you have your own thing to do?” Aoth responded. “For whatever god it is you worship?”
Yes, she did, but the point was doing something together. And Aoth clearly didn’t want her involved, in whatever he was going to do.
“I'd rather just watch you instead,” he said nonchalantly. “What even is it that you do?”
She stared at Aoth. He wasn’t even looking at her. Her jaw ticked. In moments like these she wondered whether perhaps Ianthe was right and that she was better off just breaking up with the young man standing next to her. “We dance naked under the moon,” she deadpanned, rather sure he wasn’t listing to her anyways, “kissing everyone in our dancing circle while we sacrifice our non-listening lovers onto the bonfire and then we make jewelry out of their ashes, so we can keep them with us forever and always.” Áine huffed, finished her drink and went straight for another one. “Perhaps we’ll throw in the headmaster too, for good measure.” The second glass, also empty. She all but slammed it on the table, wishing it would just shatter underneath her fingers.
Crossing her arms, she looked at the crowd. Her nails dug into the palm of her hands, drawing blood. If Aoth didn’t want to spend time with her after the party, she would just have to find someone else. Perhaps Jun would be up for a midnight stroll through the forest. Maybe even outside of the academy grounds, with the headmaster locked up in his room. Or maybe instead of Aoth, she could find someone else who worshipped deities who were not listed as ‘approved’, her curiosity invoked. If her boyfriend didn’t show her, she would find someone else who would. Maybe she would even ask Vesper what she did for Lolth, if she got really desperate.

“Áine, don’t you look… ravishing.” The voice belonged to Zaic, a fourth year sunelf with golden, shoulder-length hair. He didn’t even glance at Aoth. At the beginning of last year, she had gone out on one single date with him. More out of politeness than interest. When he said he wanted to go on another date, she told him she that she didn’t see anything more coming from it than just a friendship – and even that was a stretch. Zaic had gotten angry, accusing her of leading him on. Ánd that he had paid for the date. The least she could do, was come back to his dorm with him. That she had refused as well, drawing more anger out of him. The next mornings, Zaic had spread rumours about her and what they had supposedly done together. Until Vesper had a little talk with him and the rumours disappeared. The irony of him following the medic track to help people, wasn’t lost on her.
Right now, he was leering at her cleavage as if he were a hungry wolf. Zaic was one of the few people who managed to make her feel uncomfortable. Her body went rigid as he reached out to the little veil at the back of her dress. Áine leaned closer into Aoth’s body, fingers digging harder into her delicate skin.
Zaic watched her movement and dropped his hand, only now looking at Aoth. “You watch out with this one, she might be playing you.” His gaze went back to her, leaning unnecessarily close as he grabbed a glass of wine of the table. “Enjoy your evening, Áine.”
She eyed him warily as he sauntered away, still tense. “On second thought, I’ll be throwing him in the sacrificial fire,” she muttered under her breath. “Or you can bring me his heart next time.” Even she wasn’t sure whether she was joking or not. She glanced down, noting her bloody palms and cursed softly. “I need a napkin.”

SHE WAS CHAOS
SHE WAS REVELRY

darling, you can't let everything seem so dark blue

9 okt 2024 - 17:34 Kiramman is offline

Kiramman 12021

Aoth Xiao
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23 ⸸ 3rd Year Mage † Necromancy & Transmutation ⸸ With Áine in her Great Hall † Wearing this suit but it's burgundy red instead of white

TW: violence

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Aoth watched as Hazlan Callyx approached Charlie with a glass of something. He wondered if the two were friendly but couldn't fathom them speaking about anything of interest. Yet he couldn't look away.
On his left, he could hear Áine say something, but couldn't register it at all what it was. His eyes remained fixated on the two men on the opposite side of the room. It was only when Áine slammed her empty cup on the table, his eyes tore away from his fixations and he turned his attention back to her. He blinked slowly and took in the scene. Two empty glasses - one of which was his - stood empty on the table and Áine had her arms crossed. She looked... not angry. Annoyed, maybe. He had no clue what she'd been saying before and had to admit, he kind of forgot what they were talking about in the first place.
He rolled his eyes. She was just being dramatic for no reason. ''I was in fact still going to finish that,'' he said and motioned towards the empty glass. He leaned against the wall and looked into the crowd again. ''And maybe slow down because I'm not carrying you back to your dorm.''
Before she could reply, a tan man had appeared in front of them. Aoth eyed his distrustfully, but the man's attentions were directed at Áine alone.
''Áine, don’t you look… ravishing.'' The man spoke slyly, his eyes dropping to Áine's cleavage. Immediately, the air around Aoth turned cold and he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He could hear a slight ringing in his ear. When he felt Áine move closer into him, his hands turned into fists and he straightened his back. The man's hand was floating near Áine's waist and before he could restract his movement, Aoth had moved in front of Áine, pushing the hand and the man it was attached to back. If he wasn't careful, he was going to lose that hand.
''You watch out with this one, she might be playing you.'' The man said, now looking at Aoth. He leaned over the table to grab a glass and Aoth could feel his girlfriend moving even closer into him. ''Enjoy your evening, Áine.''
As he moved away, Aoth could hear Áine say something again, but it sounded distant. The ringing in his ears overpowered the volume of her voice. His blood was boiling at this point; he could feel the redness creeping up his neck and jaw.
How dare he? Aoth thought. In front of him? So close to Áine? His girlfriend? His body lunged forward. In just a few steps he had caught up with the man, and Aoth pushed him, hard. The man stumbled a bit forward but remained upright, the drink in his hand spilled all over the dancefloor.
''What the-'' The man turned around confused and Aoth's fist hit his jaw in a rough motion. The man stumbled back once more and fell down this time. Aoth didn't give him time to recover, but instead knelt down next to the man and punched him again, and again, and again. He didn't know for how long he'd been punching. He only stopped when two arms pulled him back, away from the bleeding - but still breathing - man on the floor.
''Aoth Xiao, this is quite enough!'' a voiced yelled. Aoth didn't know whom it belonged to. He shrug off the arms that were keeping him back, breathing heavily. He could feel his heartbeat throbbing in his bloodied knuckles and hear a voice in the back of his mind whispering more, more, more!
He looked up from his victim and tried to find Áine. She was still standing near their table, where he'd left her. Radiant. Like moonlight. The ringing in his ears stopped, the air got warmer and his heartbeat slowed down.
The headmaster's assistant appeared in front of him, a small halfling-woman. ''Aoth Xiao, please report to the headmaster's office, immediately! This is outrageous!'' He scoffed, and shook his head, still looking at Áine. Behind him someone was whispering to the sunelf, who was whimpering in pain. Aoth debated his options. Ignoring the assistant would give him great satisfaction now, but would definitely not prove beneficial for further endeavors he wished to undertake at the school. In his opinion, the party was bound to be boring anyway, so Aoth decided to cut his losses.
He winked at Áine, raised his hands shortly in a half-apologetic, half-defeated kind of way, and then followed the halfling through the doors of the Great Hall.

kindness is never a burden.

9 okt 2024 - 18:25 Halbrand is offline

Halbrand 27865

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25 | HALF-ELVEN MEDICINE RESEARCHER / PHYSICIAN | YEAR FOUR | GREAT HALL (HAZLAN)

"You are allowed to come in and speak to him, you know?"
The voice was soft and almost intimate. Too close-by, invading Charlie's personal space. He startled, pushing himself off the doorframe he'd been leaning against in a split second, instinctively flexing his hands and hunching his shoulders. His fingers lingered on his belt, where a hunting knife ought to be, but it wasn't there. He hadn't found it necessary to bring to the festivities. He felt the press of a spare dagger against the bottom of his spine, though, because Charlie could not remember a day in his life where he'd felt safe enough to walk around without a knife in or on his pants. It stilled the quiet despair that had been there a split second ago; at seeing aoth, and at being surprised by Hazlan, who was currently not a threat worth stabbing.
Charlie still scowled at the other Half-Elf, though, his sense of privacy invaded and his pride wounded for apparently not having hidden his staring all that well. Though great at hiding in tight spaces and remaining unnoticed, Charlie had the horrible habit of showing his thoughts directly on his face. Right now, there was a clear hostility. Even if Charlie didn't usually really mind Hazlan all that much, he had a great disdain for just about anyone who couldn't keep their nose out of his business.
"You're allowed to keep your big, bothersome opinions to yourself." He almost added a petulant 'you milksop' but refrained from it just in time. When his temper rose, so did the street kid inside of him.

[ bericht aangepast op 9 okt 2024 - 18:26 ]

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9 okt 2024 - 19:22 Mazino is online

Mazino 5450

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Hazlan Callyx

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Movement next to him caught his attention and Hazlan couldn't help but smile at Charlies reaction. His words provoking just enough for him to get a kick out of it. Knowing he had said the right things to the right person. The smile stayed on his face when the other half-elf continued their conversation.
"You're allowed to keep your big, bothersome opinions to yourself." Charlie said, the hostility showing on his face.
"Oh I know," Hazlan started, his voice still low and smooth. "But what else am I to do here than to entertain myself a little? Especially when nothing else is happening yet." As a peace offering he held a drink to the scholar, hoping that would smooth things over a bit.
Looking at the target of his earlier words ended up being rather delightful, the human even stared back at them and Hazlan couldn't help but give the mage a small wave with his fingers. It didn't take long before the spectacle unfolded and Hazlan was glad for his first class seat to everything. Áine demanding Aoth's attention back before the pair was interrupted by some nobody Hazlan couldn't even remember the name of. A clear sign the student had no interesting skills or qualities to speak of. What unfolded however was a kind of fun Hazlan hadn't expected the blank sunelf to even possess.
"Well, would you look at that," Hazlan said after a sip of his drink, Aoths punch just connecting with the sunelfs jaw. "Must say Charlie, you do have great taste in what you watch. Maybe tonight will be fun after all."

Great Hall ❙ Charlie
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23 ❙ Half-elf
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Mage ❙ Year 4

[ bericht aangepast op 10 okt 2024 - 15:49 ]

Do it scared, but do it anyway.

22 okt 2024 - 19:42 ziggystardust is online

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VESPER
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Post I • Drow • Year III • Two-weapon fighter • Crystal Caverns • Wearing • Great Hall • Alone

She chose red wine.
Vesper her eyes had been fixed upon Ianthe from the moment she entered the room. Sure, the room was full of people, but it escaped Vesper how anyone could look at another soul than her girlfriend. She wore a dress made of smooth white fabric and a golden body. It complimented her skin in a way that the Underdark hadn’t. Ianthe belonged here. Above the ground, among the light and the living.
But she belongs with me, a sneaky voice in Vesper her head whispered. If anything, this whole summer proved that Ianthe and her weren’t meant to be. But then why did it feel so good to be near her, to hear her speak and to kiss her lips? By Lolth, Vesper wished she was the glass of red liquid that touched Ianthe’s lips right now.
Their eyes met and Vesper realized she had been staring. Before she could respond, or wink in the obnoxious way she normally did when she made eye contact with Ianthe across the room, she was already moving towards her. Vesper wasn’t able to do anything. She was fucking whipped for this woman and it was embarrassing to say the least.

Ianthe hooked her pinky finger around Vesper's, and she felt nothing short of electric. “You look nice,” she complimented her as she bumped her shoulder into Vespers with a smile on her face.
“You would make the sun jealous with how stunning you look tonight.” Vesper said, not paying any attention to the girl at Ianthe’s side. If she wanted to compliment her girlfriend, she would. Because when they were together like this, with sweet magic hanging between them, Vesper would forget about every fight they ever had. Even the one they had last night.
''You do look like you're about to kill someone, though.'' Ianthe continued. She sat down and sipped her wine. ''Loarse and I came over to prevent that from happening.''
Vesper laughed, taking a sip of her hard liquor, and only because Ianthe mentioned the third girl in their presence did Vesper acknowledge her as well. “You want to stop me from killing someone, and you bring this red-haired wood elf?” Vesper asked, looking the girl up and down. She was already at a disadvantage because she was spending time with her girlfriend, and Vesper couldn’t help that she was jealous by nature. But that was just a sign of love, or so the saying went in the Underdark.
Though, wasn’t that exactly the point of their fight? Not the whole world was the Underdark? It made Vesper cringe, but she didn’t want to mess this up. Not again. Not with Ianthe.
So she forced a smile on her face and extended a hand to Loarse. “I’m not sure we’ve ever officially met. I’m Vesper,” she said. “Nobody here that you’d like to kill?” she asked, trying to make small talk and laughing softly, hoping it would come across as friendly.

[ bericht aangepast op 22 okt 2024 - 19:42 ]

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22 okt 2024 - 20:02 ziggystardust is online

ziggystardust 991

JUN
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Post II • Human • Year I • Mage • Verdant Grove • Wearing • Great Hall • with Izumi

Izumi hooked her arm through Jun’s. He felt the way her fingers grazed his upper arm. He hoped his cheeks weren’t burning bright red as they walked into the Great Hall.
“This is… cheerful,” Izumi commented on the state of the hall. Jun hadn’t seen Midwinter before, so he wasn’t sure if this was normal, but if he trusted Izumi—and he did—it wasn’t.
Jun followed Izumi across the hall. He felt a bit overwhelmed being among so many students, music, and dancing. Luckily, he had a friend to follow, so it wouldn’t be that obvious he was overwhelmed. Also, there were sweets. Jun was happy to share his selection of sweets and pies with Izumi, knowing she loved honey cakes. “Look! Now, let’s grab a glass of fruit water and get this party started.”

“You don’t need to stay sober on my account, Junie,” Izumi said.
Jun shrugged it off. “I’m not doing it for you,” he replied. “I’m doing it for my own head. Don’t want to feel like a gnoll stamping on my skull tomorrow morning.”
Izumi took off her red gloves and dug into the snacks Jun had acquired. He followed her example with pleasure. “You’re a doll for getting these,” she said. Jun just smiled widely. Why would you ever want to be mean when you can make people’s faces light up the way Izumi’s did when she bit into the honey cakes?
Jun stuffed his mouth with sweets as well, barely able to chew the amount he had challenged himself with.
“Do me a favor and stay away from Xiao tonight, alright?” Izumi said.
With his mouth half-full, Jun replied, “Why the hell would I want to be near him tonight?” He managed to say. “Don’t understand why Aine is with him. Would you date a guy like that?”

[ bericht aangepast op 22 okt 2024 - 20:03 ]

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8 nov 2024 - 11:17 Halbrand is offline

Halbrand 27865

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25 | HALF-ELVEN MEDICINE RESEARCHER / PHYSICIAN | YEAR FOUR | GREAT HALL (HAZLAN)

Charlie had no problems with Hazlan. Usually. Presently, he found himself rather annoyed with the man.
"Oh, I know," Hazlan said. "But what else am I to do here than to entertain myself a little? Especially when nothing else is happening yet." He held out a drink to Charlie, who snatched it away with a sour look on his face.
"I'd hoped you weren't the kind of person to get off of other people's displeasure," he muttered between his teeth. He followed Hazlan's gaze, back to Aoth, whose temper seemed to be getting the best of him when someone else started flirting with his girlfriend.
Charlie, again, resisted the urge to run up to them and snatch Áine away, warn her to stay away from the miserable psychopath. He groaned when Aoth fully lost his temper, pushing his thumb and index finger hard against his forehead.
"Well, would you look at that," Hazlan said. "Must say, Charlie, you do have great taste in what you watch. Maybe tonight will be fun after all."
A scathing remark bubbled up inside of Charlie, alongside the urge of snatching Hazlan's drink out of his hand and hurling it at a wall behind him.
"Aoth Xiao, this is quite enough!"
Coming from inside the ballroom, the loud voice made Charlie look up once more. The elf who had dared flirt with Áine laid bleeding on the floor. Charlie's free hand twitched, urging him to walk up there and check if the elf was okay. The only problem was, he'd have to get closer to Aoth, and Charlie preferred to have at least 100 feet between him and the traitor at all times.
"Aoth Xiao!" the headmaster's assistant yelled again. "Please report to the headmaster's office, immediately! This is outrageous!"
They started moving towards them. Charlie looked at Hazlan from the corner of his eye, one eyebrow raised. "Well, at least someone is enjoying the entertainment," Charlie said, pushing himself off of the doorframe. He downed his drink, pushed it in Hazlan's free hand, snatched Hazlan's own drink away from him, and moved, weaving himself through the crowd on the right-hand side of the room, in order to avoid Aoth.

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16 nov 2024 - 18:38 Fallenangel_ is offline

Fallenangel_ 11

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wood-elf • 24 • mage • year 3 • abjuration - evocation • lunar tower • with Ianthe in the great hall

Before Loarse knew it she was following Ianthe across the room to non other than Vesper. "Great, just great". Before attending Midwinter she had said to herself that she would have a quiet and uneventful evening with Ianthe, sipping drinks and eating everything sweet she could get her hands on. But of course nothing goes according to her plans and of course she just had to follow Ianthe, because that's what people do when they see someone walking straight into a fire. So she followed her and soon stood next to one of the two people she would rather not stand so close to. ''You look nice,'' Ianthe said to the beautiful but poisonous drow. ''You do look like you're about to kill someone, though. Loarse and I came over to prevent that from happening.'' If she could laugh out loud she would, because Vesper actually did look like she was about to gruesomely murder everyone without even blinking. What was however funny is that Ianthe thought that they, the nice but unfortunately not so strong tiefling and wood elf, could actually stop that from happening. At this point she silently started praying that someone, anyone really, would save her from this conversation. Hell she was praying for someone to wisk her away to the library or the forest to read a book in one of the little corners of the library or under one of the enchanted trees. Unfortunately she knew that this was wishfull thinking, because there are no saviours at this school. And even if there were, that doesn't mean that anyone would care. A lot of students were just minding their own business and going about their day silently hoping that they would be left alone. Loarse would know, because she is one of them. Before she could sink deeper into her own thoughts she had the strange sensation that Vesper was looking at her. What was even more strange is that the drow actually talked to her. “I’m not sure we’ve ever officially met. I’m Vesper. Nobody here that you’d like to kill?” Before she could stop herself she blurted out "You. I mean ...uuuh... Aoth is a piece of work isn't he? I.. uuh.. yeah think he could do with some ass whooping." Why, oh why, was she so socially awkward sometimes? Why, oh why, was she sometimes a little bit too honest. And why, oh why, did she talk to herself so much. Because she meant to only say this to herself, not out loud and especially not in the presence of the scary drow. This time she started praying even more frantically "someone, please save me from this conversation.".

[ bericht aangepast op 18 nov 2024 - 10:34 ]

Funny thing is, all I ever wanted I already had

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