Why are we still on the main forum? We should be in the rp by now!!! I'm getting impatient very quickly!
Felyx wrote:
DOOOOOOOOGE!!!
Oh, really?
I'm in a group called the Ebola survivors. No joke.
Felyx wrote:
I'm in a group called the Ebola survivors. No joke.
I'm in a group called the Ebola survivors. No joke
Hm. Is the owner of the rp going to arrive anytime soon?
Grey wrote:
Hm. Is the owner of the rp going to arrive anytime soon?
Yeah less funny
I know the owner in real life I can talk to him tomorrow about it okay?
Felyx wrote:
I know the owner in real life I can talk to him tomorrow about it okay?
Tell him he's a wild man.
Then when he sees this post he'll be like
"
I am a wild man! "
Then when he sees this post he'll be like
"
I am a wild man! "
That would be great! Sorry for seeming impatient, all my RP'S have died on me.
My apologizes for the wait. IRL stuff was going on.
The battlefield was blazing in a black inferno that destroyed everything in its path. The inferno covered the land more like a deadly plague then fire. The usual light of fire was blackened by the soulless mark of death. The word Ignus was a plague among Algesia. He was a death wish for most whom encountered himm no matter how staring or powerful a nation was he rained supreme. The chief of the nation of Tywardreath was the one who could stop his tyrannical reign. Seren had been assigned war chief of the campaign, along with his advisor. He was not royalty, nor was he truly famous. But his battle strategy had reigned supreme. A sigh grew over him as he looked over several documents. He leaned back on his chair to discover Felyx giving him a smug look. "Gods what am I going to do? I have no closed positions for generals. And mercenarys are to expensive. Gods can't I ever get a break?"
He smashed his desk in a small fit of anger and let out another disappointed sigh. He then stood up and scratched the back of his head,nth inking on a valid solution. He had been preparing for a war campain for several months now but could not find any valid officers. And war was close upon them.
The battlefield was blazing in a black inferno that destroyed everything in its path. The inferno covered the land more like a deadly plague then fire. The usual light of fire was blackened by the soulless mark of death. The word Ignus was a plague among Algesia. He was a death wish for most whom encountered himm no matter how staring or powerful a nation was he rained supreme. The chief of the nation of Tywardreath was the one who could stop his tyrannical reign. Seren had been assigned war chief of the campaign, along with his advisor. He was not royalty, nor was he truly famous. But his battle strategy had reigned supreme. A sigh grew over him as he looked over several documents. He leaned back on his chair to discover Felyx giving him a smug look. "Gods what am I going to do? I have no closed positions for generals. And mercenarys are to expensive. Gods can't I ever get a break?"
He smashed his desk in a small fit of anger and let out another disappointed sigh. He then stood up and scratched the back of his head,nth inking on a valid solution. He had been preparing for a war campain for several months now but could not find any valid officers. And war was close upon them.
[HEP! I hope i'm not too late?]
No, but has the rp started yet? Seren said that it's my turn to post, but I can't find it
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