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*the time starts ata bout 7 in the morning. it is around the 14th century or around the time of the crusades. in a world were magic is forbiden and all spell books that can be found buy the kings of the world have gon and burned as many books as they could. o thow some still linger around in the larg world of strange places and forists with many diferent kinds of monsters. the world is full of forests and mounton ranges and grass lands with deserts here and there ect. the world is a normal carupt and dark world full of cruked people that are only looking to do anything to help them self and make a name for them self. *
Lol goober , in this one you have to write it all out like a story , not just say here it is . And you gotta note it to me : P Like all of that might be something your charrie obvserved . like so :
He could not tell the exact time of day , but it did indeed seem early ( to such as him in any case ) considering that the sun was early in it's rounds and people had begun their daily work . He sighed , running a hand through matted locks that had lost their true color long ago . Today would be a horrid day if he had awoken so early . Dev was a man of habit and his habits began at twelve noon and no sooner lest the night had been troublesome , as it often was in such a world for the likes of him.Some people had a natural gift for sniffing out the unusual , the occult and anyone who delt with it . Consiquently thanks to the laws against his kind , Deveron roamed from place to place and never stayed very long , but he had never gotten over his unhealthy habits of sleeping late and it often tipped these vultures , these rats , off . No normal person slept in so unless they had the right . Such as a Crusading knight or his ilk , one look at Dev and it was not hard to see were he belonged . Out in a forest with all the other beasties , but few said so to his face . No telling what he might do . ( blagghhhh )
Kinda Crappy but see , stuff can't just be explained it has to be snuck in like the thoughts of the main character or narrator : P is tough I know but whatever . And it's also long so note XD
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" I make my own shit , I don't need yours . " - Me
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" I make my own shit , I don't need yours . " - Me
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" I make my own shit , I don't need yours . " - Me
*the time starts ata bout 7 in the morning.
it is around the 14th century or around the time of the crusades.
in a world were magic is forbiden and all spell books that can be found buy the kings of the world have gon and burned as many books as they could. o thow some still linger around in the larg world of strange places and forists with many diferent kinds of monsters.
the world is full of forests and mounton ranges and grass lands with deserts here and there ect.
the world is a normal carupt and dark world full of cruked people that are only looking to do anything to help them self and make a name for them self. *
thats basicaly it and yes my speling is varycrapy
He could not tell the exact time of day , but it did indeed seem early ( to such as him in any case ) considering that the sun was early in it's rounds and people had begun their daily work . He sighed , running a hand through matted locks that had lost their true color long ago . Today would be a horrid day if he had awoken so early . Dev was a man of habit and his habits began at twelve noon and no sooner lest the night had been troublesome , as it often was in such a world for the likes of him.Some people had a natural gift for sniffing out the unusual , the occult and anyone who delt with it . Consiquently thanks to the laws against his kind , Deveron roamed from place to place and never stayed very long , but he had never gotten over his unhealthy habits of sleeping late and it often tipped these vultures , these rats , off . No normal person slept in so unless they had the right . Such as a Crusading knight or his ilk , one look at Dev and it was not hard to see were he belonged . Out in a forest with all the other beasties , but few said so to his face . No telling what he might do . ( blagghhhh )
Kinda Crappy but see , stuff can't just be explained it has to be snuck in like the thoughts of the main character or narrator : P is tough I know but whatever . And it's also long so note XD
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" I make my own shit , I don't need yours . " - Me
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