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- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- I like most. However, I have found I am most comfortable with Fantasy, Sci-fi, Fandom, and Modern.
(Hey this is my first post, sorry if its less than satisfactory.)
This land we are in is quite different depending on your adventures. There are place with green and other black as far as an eye can see. This land is one of sorrow and triumph. All different races run amok, whether it is dwarf, elf, elemental, human, giant, orc, troll, angel, or demon. There are those who may seek to destroy, while others may seek to protect. Only time will tell who comes out on top.
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A summer breeze rips, through the meadow, as a young soldier tries rubbing the blood of his shield.
"It works easier when you have water, Cerulean." said a gristly voice, tossing a bucket to him.
"Yes Gracchus, you big bastard. Do you know everything?" he said with a smile. The portly man waddled off with a laugh. Cerulean's face returned to normal as he continued his maintenance.
This land we are in is quite different depending on your adventures. There are place with green and other black as far as an eye can see. This land is one of sorrow and triumph. All different races run amok, whether it is dwarf, elf, elemental, human, giant, orc, troll, angel, or demon. There are those who may seek to destroy, while others may seek to protect. Only time will tell who comes out on top.
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A summer breeze rips, through the meadow, as a young soldier tries rubbing the blood of his shield.
"It works easier when you have water, Cerulean." said a gristly voice, tossing a bucket to him.
"Yes Gracchus, you big bastard. Do you know everything?" he said with a smile. The portly man waddled off with a laugh. Cerulean's face returned to normal as he continued his maintenance.