Search results for query: *

Gwen was aggressively throwing fireballs at goblins, she missed most of her targets and was struggling to build a c-combo! She used up almost all of her stamina throwing them. She exhausted herself and her arms were like weights. She posed a kawaii pose and took a quick glance around the room...

Wow a robot suddenly appeared! Wait, why do I know what a robot is? Are my timelines colliding?!?!? thought Gwen. To prevent herself from having an existential crisis she remembered that she was out of mana and had to chug a mana potion to help with crowd control. Although she was dissapointed...

"Aw. Shoot. We forgot to mark the walls, and it's been two days."said Gwen out loud. Her first dungeon crawling experience wasn't living up to her expectations, but she was enjoying what she experienced so far.The last quests she had were babysitting and gathering herbs. Boring, but it was easy...

yeah, i'll be watching this for updates tho

(ooc: oh shoot, sorry) Yvonne suddenly remembered that the manilla envelope in her 'hands' was actually from five years ago. She turned her head, and noticed that the dead body in front of her differed from the one in those photos. She was also holding...nothing...

As Ennis preserved the evidence, Yvonne's eyes wandered from wall to wall. From the patches of duct tape on the ceiling, to the homemade paper crafts sitting on the counter...she recognized a struggle for existence inside this pitiful home. Yvonne breathed with her mouth slightly open...

In B Flat Extra Major Ohh there was a lady~ Who said maybe, baby And eyes were like the stars in the sky alas she could not flyyyYYYYYyyyyyyyYYYy~~~ A few sympathetic claps were heard, alongside a yelp from a sickly dog...

BEFORE BROKEN COLLAR OUCH!That hurt more than the time I mistook a piece of coal for a licorice candy. I gotta practice more... Amaya exhaled steam to heal the stinging burns on her mouth. Using her wild magic, her hands started to glow. She wanted to heal her bleeding fingertips first before...

The male snow fey darted towards the scream immediately. Amaya winced, having magnified hearing. She sheathed her daggers and covered her ears. Biting her lip, she narrowed her eyes to see where the deer ran off to. It's running back to the run down village...hopefully someone will catch it...

"First taste of freedom, day one," Amaya muttered. She turned her head towards the male snow fey and asked "Is she someone you know?" She used up enough stamina to boost her senses for the next twenty minutes. Looking around, there was a deer hidden behind a bush of blackberries drinking from...

BEFORE REACHING THE VILLAGE Amaya's musical laugh abruptly ended when she gazed at her throbbing ankle. She sat down to set the bone and heal her nerves with her flames. Exhalling, white smoke escaped from her mouth. She let out a puff of white fire, then adjusted the intensity of the flames...

She only intended to lay on the ground to rest. The cold emanating from the stone reminded her of days she watched the glimmer of pearl, translucent eggs in the early morning. They towered over her of course, but it was a refreshing beauty. It diverged the comfort of the cool stone that sat...

DURING POLLY'S ARRIVAL The cuts on her legs prevented her from standing up properly. Awkwardly kneeling, Amaya grimaced and breathed white smoke. It did the job, stitching up the muscles and stopping the bleeding. She stood up and stretched, then moved from side to side to dodge the whizzing...

Wearier, Amaya blocked an incoming arrow with the body of a nearby mercenary. She stabbed her unintentional protector through the heart and threw his body against another attacker. "Go back to wherever you came from you cold-blooded lizard!" he screamed. Irritated, she threw a dagger into his...

BEFORE THE FIGHT Amaya was sitting on the rooftop, sipping ale from her canteen. Relieved that the dagger hit correct target, she gave a nod back to the red drake as if she was saying 'you're welcome.' Fortunately, he left the leader alive and could later be found for questioning. She...

BEFORE THE KILLS The transmitted telepathy was like a jolt of electricity running through Amaya's nervous system. She turned to face the fey again, only to witness many swordsmen clutch their skulls in the background. I should take their blades and sell them between fights in the tournament...

BEFORE THE FIGHT "Twenty two eh?" Amaya muttered. "Not bad..." She folded the parchment and slipped it in her jacket pocket. Hearing the heiress suddenly declare the start of the tournament made the taste of berries and sugar on her tongue turn bitter. She looked up (as high as she could) at...

“Are you lost, young lass?” questioned a sweet roll vendor. Irritated, Amaya lifted her gray cloak away from her face and scowled. A detriment of being short statured, being mistaken as a child. The human vendor was taken aback once he saw a glimpse of her canines and started to anxiously...