Lunamor

Yay! I really need to look into the TTRPG club at my college at some point.

Wonder why my sword is covered in feathers. WWYDIYF some dice in your pocket?

11 years ago A memory forgotten Eza sat in the small, empty building, nervous. Everything was dark. She didn’t like being alone in the dark. It wasn’t very safe to be alone. Mother had told her to wait there. She hadn’t told Eza why, but Eza was smart. Mother had seen someone outside, and she had started to look scared when she noticed the person, so it probably had something to do with them. Mother didn’t get scared very often. She was really brave and strong, and she protected Eza from everything. But she wasn’t protecting her right now. She’d left. Normally, when she noticed danger, she took Eza with her so they could go some place safe. She only left her alone when she needed to go do something super important and sneaky; Eza wasn’t as quiet as she was yet. Mother wasn’t supposed to leave her when something scary happened. This was wrong. Eza huddled in the space beneath the hovel’s only window. She was short enough that her head didn’t reach the sill, so it was the best hiding place for her. It wasn’t like she could hide anywhere else in the building. There was nothing inside save for some wooden furniture splintered and rotten enough that no one wanted to take it. She wasn’t small enough to fit behind it. Eza took out one of her trinkets that Mother had gifted to her. It was a little bird made of white crystal with blue gems for eyes. Her mother had said there weren’t any real birds like it out there, which made it extra special. But Eza kept lots of secrets. She knew that you couldn’t make it very far without secrets, which meant the rest of the world had to keep some too. The world was really big, so it had room for lots of secrets. There was probably a bird just like her toy out there, living far away in a forest. A whole sparkly flock nesting in the giant trees. Or maybe it was underground, since that was where crystals came from. Maybe it had gems for eyes because it was super dark underground, so you couldn’t see anything no matter what. She moved the bird back and forth through the air, pretending that it was flapping around. Eza couldn’t make tweeting noises out loud since Mother had told her to be silent, so she just mouthed them instead. Watching her birdy fly helped her forget where she was. Everything else began to fade away and all she could see was the crystal she knew would sparkle when the darkness vanished. That meant she didn’t see the man without eyes staring through the window she sat beneath.

Singing the song of angry men?

Granted. You now have a taste for drywall. I wish for some cotton candy.

This was because Mim had incredibly awful aim when it came to shurikens and was likely to hit any nearby bystanders.

Wonder why Spyro keeps showing up everywhere. WWYDIYF a smoke alarm in your pocket?

Gets an error message stating that having three Spyros inside of the machine would cause a paradox, as Spyro is a cosmically unique individual. Inserts a rolling chair.

I love bacon. TPBM owns a bean bag.

Go to sleep!

I have. I think lots of people have, especially when the topic gets kinda inactive.

Burning iron, Eza familiarized herself with where the darts used for the competition were located and their metallic composition. She then disappeared into the crowd, no longer blocking her face with the plushie, and moved so that she was positioned closer to the side of the dart throwing area. She didn’t stop burning her iron, waiting until she could see one of the lines attached to the darts start to move while close to the metallic buttons on the glowing guy’s shirt. She was able to sacrifice her vision to stay concealed within the crowd so long as she was using iron. @Stormlightsong @TheFrugalWizard

Not really, I’m just curious for planning purposes.

@Koloss17, is there going to be a time skip between this era and the next and, if so, how long do you think it’s going to be?

Sometimes I do that accidentally, but not on purpose. TPBM is better at baking than cooking.

535. Use exclamation points even when they are uncalled for!

Gets a bunch of quarters. Inserts a ruler.

Granted. Thus doesn’t inclade their spulling. I wish for ice cream that doesn’t melt.

Yep. TPBM can do a hand stand.

Wary

How am I supposed to know?

Indeed, strange semi-cannibalistic insane chickens live inside chasmfiends’ explosive gemhearts together burning spheres because, yesserie, evil geese pulverize candy loudly tonight.

Elephant Epee

What happened to your knees?