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That's really cool looking, man! Good stuff!

Drawing her cloak aside, Shalandra brushes her locks of hair from her face and speaks softly.

"I'm afraid I have little money of which to speak of, but I am more than prepared to offer my blood and body to rebuilding our fair town.

Wherever you need a pair of arms, you have it."

Is amazing...

Having fun making Dasaria edit characters.

Here's lady Shalandra! Unfortunately, my webcam sucks...


http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c174/Velvax8/1f15196f.jpg Face shot!

http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c174/Velvax8/a1029ba6.jpg Torso!

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The green plains over Gulashir, the swaying of the palms and the breeze of the wind, carrying the scent of the salted sea on its shoulders were the feelings and sights of her dreams.

The day had brought so much exhaustion. The war was going onward and she was pulled farther and farther away from ...

Happy birthday, Brenna. And I share the sentiment that this one is a lot less chaotic and moist as the storm you had to experience.

Happy birthday to Tin, as well! Better late than never!

The 13th would be better, without a doubt.

Many greets to ya, Lan! Hope life is goin' swell!

This saturday or next sunday.

Happy birthday, Lone!

Sweat poured down her brow, mixing with the blood of the enemies that surrounded them. She was tired, exhausted, her limbs felt like they were on fire from so much tireless swinging. Her heart, however, would hear none of that. Falson, Jae, Heaven, Mitch, Dorvan... all of the scryers were more on ...

Well, here's a pointless post. Chalk it up to sleep deprivation and a late night.

After years of playing online RPGs, I've noticed special little trends when it comes to roleplaying in deep moments, or just passive times. Along the lines of George Carlin, they're "The little things" we all share in ...

D'oh, double post! Uh...

"Hear, hear!"

A big thank you, to the DM's, despite this hideous derailing of subject matter!

Thank you for all the fun throughout the years and the effort you've given towards creating this detailed world.

The sun seemed to float in the distance upon the surface of Lake Illendis as the final stretch of day was at its end. Oraan's would not be far, but the stones were still some time ahead. It didn't take a sixth sense to feel the tension in the group.

Heaven was obviously distraught, eyes wandering ...

It's 11:20 AM... my eyes are weary, it's cold outside... and all I wanted to do was test my reflexes.

Indeed, "What could be scary?". Wyvern, you bastard