Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140506140937/@comment-3293219-20140509080010

(Shit, sorry Seryio! D:

I'm such a terrible person!)

"My name's... Gert..." The Breton whispered, softly.

"You?"

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"I... Guess you're right..." Jaryl muttered, running his hand through his hair.

It was a strange feeling, one that he hadn't felt since he began to take up skooma and slowly killed is own soul. He never talked about it much, because it sounded whiney but he often felt empty, physically and emotionally. Isis' spell was a nice escape, kind of like she and her group were...

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Set sat on the floor of the inn, staring at the bottle of mead, in his hand. It had only just occurred to him, that Julie was absent.

Sh-shit, better go- get her before she gets herself kidnapped again...