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Post by aliyaah on Sept 21, 2023 19:02:33 GMT -7
Amaranthine Wars
This is a thread between Anjo ( Pippin ) and Kero Scene ( fleabittengray ). Prompt: Please ensure you have read the information regarding the plot here. At least three posts from each roleplayer are required for this thread for it to be considered as complete, however further posts are encouraged. Thread should be completed no later than January 21st, 2023.
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Post by fleabittengray on Dec 16, 2023 2:34:42 GMT -7
x KERO SCENE Silence settled across the shadowed terrain. Above in the heavens, the sky was a black abyss, thick storm clouds rolling through full of rain and promising a wicked storm which was, he'd heard, not uncommon for this place. Desolate Earth had always been know for its hostile environments - and the bastards that lived there. Kero Scene knew he had no reason to talk - he was quite a bastard himself - but the difference was that he embraced that about himself. He knew what he was and did not try to hide it. Underoath had been a monster in disguise, calling himself a Light when really he had been just another devil. Oath did not live in the Light Kingdom anymore, had no in a long while now, but his home and herd still remained. It was led now by someone else, but someone who had a connection to the dappled beast who now, rumor had it, lurked in the Dark Kingdom. How ironic. Kero Scene was here today to prowl through the home of his enemy, to dig up anything he could find that made prove useful to the war, to the Underworld. With no real purpose other than that on his mind, the Satanic beast placed one hoof carefully in front of the other. He had done his research. He knew enough about Desolate Earth to beware the quicksand-like mud that oozed everywhere around here. One wrong step and he could meet his demise... How a herd managed to live here, he had no idea. It did not seem like a very welcoming place at all, nor was it pretty. Dark and desolate as its name, the Light land was covered in a slick layer of mud that had quickly started to stick to Kero Scene's hooves and splatter up his legs. It was irritating. He could not walk nearly as silently here as he could elsewhere; every step brought with it a faint suctioning sound as his hooves were plucked from the mud in order to be set back down. Pippin w/ Anjo 341 | ProfileThis will be interesting! 8 years 4 months, fall, before sunrise, Act 2 thread 3 (after Tirion)
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Post by fleabittengray on Feb 17, 2024 7:52:33 GMT -7
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