Hello, Just a slight Admin note.
I am currently rather busy with work at the moment, and just to make it simple my jobs pretty involved. I haven't forgotten my responses on here or Radio, and will get... View MoreHello, Just a slight Admin note.
I am currently rather busy with work at the moment, and just to make it simple my jobs pretty involved. I haven't forgotten my responses on here or Radio, and will get to them shortly if things chill out a little.
Path is looking for new frens,
Assisting him with common equestrian language is appreciated, he likes long cants across the country side. Is a sucker for animals and nature, and has a mind as old as... View MorePath is looking for new frens,
Assisting him with common equestrian language is appreciated, he likes long cants across the country side. Is a sucker for animals and nature, and has a mind as old as an oak tree and a heart as vibrant as meadowflowers.
Currently looking for additional roleplaying partners, I'm bored and want to use trebuchets to throw large paragraphs of narrative in peoples Dm's.
The sounds of the wind broke the silence, the rustling of the grass an orchestra of nature's finest degree. The stallion however seemed parked closer to the shoreline, his eyes cast out to the beaches... View MoreThe sounds of the wind broke the silence, the rustling of the grass an orchestra of nature's finest degree. The stallion however seemed parked closer to the shoreline, his eyes cast out to the beaches and ocean. There seemed to lie within their gaze a dull flicker, an almost reflection of memories in which played out like a cinema in his mind. He had spent so long from his home realm; he swore he could hear the ruffling of the longship's sails. Though quiet, the sounds of others preparing for a voyage seemed to overlay in his mind filling the spaces in between the gusting breeze. Artwork of sigil’s long forgotten by this realm, painted the sails of each ship.
The words of his father eventually came to mind, thunderous comparatively to the idle sounds of preparation and the nature surrounding.
“Some of us are destined for a fate beyond the horizon, some of us to toil with the very land, other to tell those tales so we may never forget.”
The air did however fall silent, was it just his imagination playing games with him. The stallion would never know truly, but that was when he swore for a moment, he could feel a hoof grace his shoulder.
“Some of us, the divines have yet to write for... a tale in which cannot be told just yet. Something more than just the day to day.”
But as soon as that presence came, it seemed with the next gust of wind it was carried off far into that deep blue ocean. Once more the sounds of the rolling waves, and rustling grass filled the stallion's ears. A new and refreshed feeling of alertness, as he did so gaze over to Maxim. Who stood ever present guard upon his shield, which was wedged into the sand. There was the dull clinking and clunking of armor, as he rose from the sand. He did so brush himself off, clasping the iron clad tome in which he had chained to his side.
Ya'll ever run a DND campaign, and you bring back a character everyone loved from a past session and different party. Only to have your new party bully them.
Path isn't a 1 dimensional character, hessss uhhhhhhhhhh.... hecc.
Guddy 2 shoes is back, and open for business'. Adventure with at ur own risk, he do kinda be cute doe.
Finished product, they almost got Paths eyes perfect....
But then again, I am far beyond picky when it comes to coloration, beyond pleased with this comission.
//Sorry I disappeared for a few days there, didnt exactly have cell service.
//The dungeons and dizzles crew.
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