"Witchhunter!" Dusk held her dyed black sword in the filtered sunlight of the Taciturn Forest. Her throat was dry, from countless moons passed without rest. "Why do you pursue me constantly?" Roan gripped his silver blade, etched with markings covered with salts that are believed to bring strength. It began to rain lightly. "Your evil, stops now!" Roan had his is eyes fixed on Dusk. He regripped the sword and moved his feet. Dusk made her way over the invisible boundary that Roan had attempted to create. She leaned in and spoke softly "You see, I am stronger than you; I will crush you." Dusk smiled and stood up. Roan squinted his eyes, "I would like to see you try."
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In Development, working on a roleplay with dynamic environments, intractable towns and personalties. A kick-a** guide and so on.
Moderator testing period will be on August the 20th. Full availability may be some time, like...next...year? century? I'm too busy for this crap
OPEN FOR DISCUSSION
