Godfrey sat, going over papers in town house, it was a large house, bigger then the others out of necessity. The farm had indeed grown, with the remaining goblins actually entering friendly terms after the forced skirmish with an unsettled alliance, which proved fruitful, Godfrey was able to help them deal with the rogue giant in their territory causing the raids, however, betrayal was to happen, raids went to start and Godfrey put a stop to it, claiming the tunnels as his own, in fact, he helped another tribe of goblins suppressed by this one. Through negotiation, they decided to ally and eventually join the town. As it stands, they stand as the mountain watchers and share tunnels with human miners, much as his own folk allow them into their own lands and deal in food and supplies.

It was a blessed union, he even was able to get his goddess and a priestess over, especially after showing how much the bounty has increased.  Of course, there was some converts and some not, he didn't push. He had a church built for the gods and goddesses here as well. Tending to tolerance of belief...though, he did support Yalthnea and did push her beliefs with trinkets and dolls and such. It has helped plump up some of the maidens in the town, but many still had their beliefs, many converted willing every day though.


The town had blossomed, once a large farm of many fields was a vast farm of many fields and many houses. Even a small blacksmith with a church set up. A small mine in the north connected by a trial, leading to the goblins. Trade was done with them daily and was considered a part of town. They protected them, and the town protected them, they were officially in the eyes of many part of the town.

The town had a couple of guard, soldiers in scale with spears and shields, nothing much else, goblins having similar where. He recently started to trade, epescially with the towns' stockpile of food over flowing, he had food to trade, and ores to trade too. He thought it would make some money and caravans where being set up to trade else where.

The town didn't have a wall yet, besides for maybe a few guards to watch out for and the occasional huntsmen to scout, not counting the goblins up in the mountains keeping tabs on things.


They also had to deal with the neighbors, these were little spirits he found, he made sure not to disturb them and they help out around town. This disgruntled some of the folk, but it has been rewarding and created much peace when there would of been chaos. He looked out his window, he still got the chance to adventure, but things had been busy. He stood up to look out, how much would it grow? He wasn't sure, but he wanted more. He was a hero, but there could be so much more he could do, so much more  to do, he wanted to leave a legend, and he would make this place legendary.


He sighed, going to go outside, it was summer, people in work, sometimes walking about, the inn where people were eating was packed, the fields bountiful, the summer was out, the clouds in the sky. He stopped, hands behind his back as he observed a giant tree area where a neighbor made its home, laughing, it was peaceful, so much better then previously becoming a little like home, one step at a time. He would forge it into home, a peaceful place for all. One step at a time...such a peaceful day.

Godfrey sadly could not avoid being called back to be showered with gifts for saving Serendity from a diplomatic incident with a thief stealing a princesses necklace and was promptly given the responsibility of a lone, squalid rural area on the border of the kingdom, near the mountain range that acted as barrier to the colder north.

The forests were lush here, the darkest of greens, the tree's old and thick, the woods here were old, many rumored to be ancient and magical, some even having stores of ruins or secrets from the mountains themselves. The mountains peaks just in sight from the rural area, however, not all was right.

Most of the houses were in disrepair, boarded up walls with clear gaps to the inside, the thatch rotten and looking ready to collapse into the tittering houses. The grain storage leaning like it may fall at any moment, and the fields looked dead, with but few stalks still up, like someone salted the earth. What villagers remained looked like the undead, starved or wounded from unseen force, and few there was. The supposed house he accquired with the deed to the land with a hut...that promptly collapsed soon as Godfrey showed up. The villagers hiding in their own almost collapsed huts.

Godfrey was on a horse, the same one he rented once to carry Missendria, he still bore the scars, and they were worth it to this day. He was happier then ever to despite the obvious dubious and quite frankly, literally dying farm in front of him. In the time since his meeting with certain dream seeker, he had dreamed even higher, he was happy, and it kept him going as he did tasks not because he thought he needed too, but because he wanted too. He helped those who needed it, serving as a hero to the people around here. Other places could wait when Serendity, his own kingdom suffered.

He did frown at the collapsed hut, and the area, what manner of such could allow it too fall to this extent? He had asked the villagers who remained, saying it was goblins, a mountain tribe ruled by some orc or hobgoblin, demanding they raid.

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According to what he was told, it was quite a large tribe, and not one willing to listen to diplomacy. So here he sat, in a town miles over in an inn, hiring adventures and mercenaries with what few coin he had to take on this threat. He was not a rich man, but not poor either from his years helping others, and had quite a bit of connections with the local towns he had helped, his good name spread, getting plenty of glory seekers and those looking for a few silver coins. But not any hardened troops, he did have land, but he had yet to reap such a benefit when it was already collapsed, he had to restore it.

He had collected about 15 men, 4 of them poachers and hunters, which were which he was not sure, in such rural places, both went hand in hand. The rest were those in leathers with spears, hatchets, or long dirks, unable to afford better equipment, nor could he blame them. It took him an entire year of fighting bandits and other monsters to get such equipment of chain and a solid shield, and he almost lost his life for taking the fast route!

They were in the tavern drinking, laughing about what riches they would earn from this tribe of goblins, Godfrey was not in such a cheer at his own table, sipping his ale, not celebrating like the others. These men were laughing...but how many would die? They thought it a joke, but it was surely not, battle was a serious manner, many he thought may flee, about half he suspected. He sighed as he looked over the tavern, sitting in his own peasant clothing, unable to afford better himself, only in name was he better.

He looked for one more to hire, one more, or even a kind person to take up arms to help the land, other wise, it was doomed to fall and what he had the good fortune to receive would be lost due to raiders. Maybe it was already doomed? But he had to try, he had to try and save them now, it was his farm and people after all.

It was raining over another fae ruin in an old forest, maybe older than man

Godfrey sat in the ruin, writing in his journal. He just cleared yet another, this time, one based off the rumors that something magical was in it...but no, only the dead, some sort of golem which he ran from before collapsing its on grounds on it...not much else he could do to it, he may have an iron sword, but even iron can't hurt stone. And a lot of old pottery and relics, relics being fancy orbs and stuff which would sell well, but nothing that would lead him to having any more power.


He thought only villain's desired power, but here he was, desirous of power, lusting for woman who seem but a myth outside of his village, even having the pride to try and claim a noble title...when he was still so far away from his goal, not to mention being such a renown hero. Though, he felt more relaxed on that, as he was a hero to the people he saved...but that nagging call for glory still beckoned. He slowly closed the book after righting the entry, wiping at his nose, despite not finding anything of complete magical power. He would soon have enough gold to get better gear, heck, he almost had enough gold to start a business as a merchant.  He snorted as he closed the book, looking out, he felt like the weather. Disappointed and sleepy... he wanted to quite today and go home, but people like him didn't quite, how disappointed would he be in himself? His family.

He leaned back, sighing, closing his eyes, he had barely started, in just one year he had seen so much, he's done so much, went on so many wacky adventures...seen so much death, horrors, how terrible people could be...how much more would he be willing to face before he simply...fell apart? That scared him, it scared him so bad.

He wringed his hands  as he thought, simply sitting there in the rain, it was a good time to think.

The ruins were old and mossy, he was under an entrance, where once proud statues stood, now broken mossy remains of stone piles, the ceiling had moss and vines hanging down, like a jungle canopy, it released pleasant smells, a safe kind of moss from his experiences. Outside was practically a jungle, the rain so thick one could barely see through with roaring thunder sometimes, he was stuck here for now until it calmed down anyway. He had a bag near him full of the things he collected, and siting on a stone bench, weathered and old, but somehow unbroken. He stared at the ground and thought, but really, it was more like fought.


He fought himself, his own criticisms, not good desires, his laziness, his want to give up, his pain, his hate, his anger, he fought it all. He slowly put his hands over his eyes, how could he want something so bad that was so far away, and he knew he would be willing to do a lot  to get it...it was hard to tell himself to take it one step at a time. It was all one could do anyway, and dream, until dreams became reality...reminded him he would need to find that naga and kill her some time, he still had a grudge about that.

Godfrey was currently making brunch, having missed second breakfast (second most important meal of the day). He was roasting a duck he had caught today, and he was terrified. He spared nervous glances about, his face dead set in a serious task. He had read reports recently of a dragon, A DRAGON!? Flying about the place, a giant specimen big enough to eat ten people at once. He had only ran into one dragon thus far, but that was enough thank you, he had no intention of being trapped as some treasure.

He gasped as he almost burnt his well seasoned duck! He quickly pulled it off the flame, scowling that this was putting him in such a wreck, the poor village was offering all of its gold, he refused of course, he couldn't leave them starving...he said he would do it for free, poor people didn't have any money and they were so skinny. It was only right, not every time a hero is payed, sometimes, ya just have to man up and deal with out it.

He smiled, he was looking forward to seeing their smiles and to feel their peace, only then would he feel better about himself. He nodded getting into his lunch as he looked about. From what he gathered, this was some sort of magical forest, much like the one back at home, plenty of myths and legends about this place according to the locals. What led him here originally was that he heard there was old relics of the fae about in some ruins scattered about the forest. The problem is, according to the stories, there was always some sort of guard or something in the wood.

Who much that was legend and how much was reality he was unsure. He did come prepared best he could. He brought arrows with iron heads, had his shield reinforced to withstand at least one flame blast (Though he as pretty sure it would fall apart anyway if he was fighting a dragon...with out the flame blast, much less with). He even had his sword repaired and sharpened to a fine point. He wasn't sure if he could kill the beast...but he had to try for the village, no one else was sent here, so he had to at least try. He finished his meal of duck as he stamped out his fire, got his sack and shield on his shoulder and started to march.


His chain jingled as he went through the forest, he wish he had less noisy wear, but its all he could afford right now, he wasn't planning to hunt a dragon, he was planning for ruin exploring...he would have to invest in some solid hunter garb when he got the cash. He went through the forest with some ease. He spent his fair share in forests. He smiled at memories of his child hood, keeping an even pace and his eyes too the sky or about the shadows of the forest, it was dark here, but he would eventually spot something...he was simply worried that this 'enchanted forest' had more to meet the eye.

After some walking he crouched to a knee, spotting a crumbling tower in the distance, seemed to be in a valley a little ways from here...maybe the dragon was there? Maybe? He shrugged, worth a look, if it was, he best prepare to run and hide. He was about to pull his chain off and stopped...probably not fire...right? Forest would burn...maybe that was the enchantment! He got stuck in pondering thought before sighing and got moving, he was stalling, he really, really didn't want to deal with another dragon. His hands tightened angrily before puffing up his chest and started to walk up to the ruins from the distance. It was time to be a man and hero! Enough sulking! ONWARD! TO ADVENTURE!



This particular part of the forest was semi-dark, like a twilight, the trees were a light chocolate color, the leaves a beautiful gold color of fall, and thick enough to blot out most of the sun besides a few rays. Their roots dances about the place, the tree's thicker then three men, obviously ancient and very tall in height. Eyes in the darkness watched, sometimes one could swear that some leaves moved, all for it to be the wind. The wind howled as it passed through the narrow gaps. The only other source of light was lighting bugs, giving it a quite grove like magic too the place. The problem was no birds...in fact, there was barely a  sound in this part of the woods. Enough to put someone on edge with this eerie silence. On the bright side, there was the occasional frog croak or song.

Chain jingled, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, it actually had a sheath this time as Godfrey made his way through the crowd, more used to city folk. He still preferred the country, particularly his village. A lot of the other villages he visited were either starving...or something was wrong with them, but at least they made more sense then city folk.

He chuckled at the thought, his thick leather boots walking confidently on the ground, his spare hand adjusting the shield on his back, a simple banded wooden one that hide his bag as well. He was so proud of himself when he could finally afford some armor, allowed him to take better paying gear (he could even send money home! Heard the farm was beginning to prosper because of it).

However, new jobs also meant more dangerous ones, his smile faded, remembered some of the horrors he faced, such as escaping a sea dragon, a troll, even a were crocodile. He even ran into evil wizards that raised the dead, tried to roast him alive, or freeze him solid. His eyes glazed over before smiling, but the end was all worth it. The smiles of the people he saved, the smiles that there families were safe. It made him feel like he was doing good, he thought praises for the bards meant he was doing great, but it made him feel better when he knew that he saved someone, that he fought something evil, that he made the world a better place. Small things yes?


He looked about, smiling, the city hadn't changed much, still the same as he remembered it, except he wasn't hungry this time, in fact, he was stronger, faster, more experienced. He even travelled the world, so many different people...though, he was starting to have a suspicion that the general preference for maidens was skinny, like, even that one noble woman. He understands different areas have different cultures and beliefs, sure. But not a single well fed princess?! The gods must hate him or his entire village were the weird ones for such beliefs. He shook his head, one day, one day, but now was not the time for complaint. He had a promise to keep.


He entered into a tavern, the first tavern he visited outside of his hometown, He ordered the exact same thing he got last time...brought some memories, he even went to sit on the exact same (well, this barrel was brand new, beside the point) barrel to have his lunch. Besides his promise...its been a year since he's seen his family, he missed them, he wondered if he would need to buy more clothes for his mom? If the farm is doing better, she's going to get bigger. He scratched his chin in thought, he also wondered how his friends were, most were still looking to be farmers or guards.


The second thing that brought him back was magic, he needed to learn more about it...maybe ask the priestess of his village, she may know something, it would be nice to learn magic that came from his goddess, Yalthnea, or at least ways to protect himself from fireball or dragon breath. He was tired of running with his head cut off when the evil mage is trying to suck his soul out.

He shuddered at the memory, a hand going on top of his, that...that was something he wished no one else had to face.

He finished his lunch, standing up. Now, he had a Missendria to find, and he was going to keep his promise. He started to move, starting with an alley way, staying close to streets and richer areas. He was sure to pop up if she was still working for that robber baron...he hoped he remembered what she looked like still. He smiled at her memory, still one of the nicest people he found. His smile faded as he pretended to look over a stall, he would save her and keep his promise. This would truly be his first quest, and hopefully, just maybe, she would agree to travel with him, and he would finally have a travelling companion, however, that did not matter. First, he had to help her from her serfdom, and then she could decide what she wanted. The heroic path was hard and lonely, he sometimes regretted it, but he wanted to see that smile, his parents  smiles, to know he did right. By Yalthnea, he was going to do it right.


The city was much the same, it was mid-day the market bustling, people in pretty colors moving about, the only one who stood out from the guards was a lone, broad, brawny warrior in chain, looking over some some expensive looking sheaths and supposed magical cloaks. Too the trained eye though, it seemed he was looking for something else. Thankfully, no one remembered what he looked like either that day that he broke out, or perhaps it would be a different story all together right now.

Godfrey was sitting on the beach, looking into the ocean...this is the farthest he had ever been. He smiled as he glanced over to the pot of stew he was boiling. He had just enough money from his recent pest problem of dealing with rats a bit too large (barrels and sharpened sticks work wonders).

He took a whiff, sighing with a grin, wild onion, rabbit, potatoes, some seasonings (totally didn't take them from the inn as part of his payment), with a nice steam above it, he even caught some fish to put into it. His first tries with fish were...painful, but he was getting the hang of it, different than the fresh water scamps, but still tasty if cooked right.

he felt the wind blow against his hair, smiling to the smell of salt and sea. He had an old wooden spoon he used too stir the pot hanging above the camp fire, a sack next too him that had everything he owned...he hoped to have enough money for a backpack eventually. His sword right beside that, freshly polished (not EVER going to let that thing rust). His hair had gotten longer since he left, down too his shoulders and lightened in color thanks to the sun.

His clothes a bit more frayed, but more patched up, thank the gods for his mum's sewing techniques. He pulled a wooden bowl out with a whittled wooden spoon, pouring himself a bowl before turning towards the sea raising the bowl "Here's to havin an adventure!" he says in toast, before beginning to eat happily.

He had heard rumors of something strange in the water, but he was armed, what's the worst that could happen, not like there was a Kraken or something worse lurking in the waters below.

Godfrey really wish he invested in that walking stick. He was currently sitting on an empty barrel outside of an inn, in one dirty hand two day hardened bread with freshly caught and cooked squirrel+Rabbit+whatever the inn was selling for a single coin, and in the other, a mug of cider. His feet hurt, he was travel stained, he had to run from something twice his size in the forest (He would never admit it, he thought he could take it, then it knocked over a tree by accident trying to get him), and now, he was out of coin...and he wasn't even out of the country yet. His stomach growled underneath his dirt and grass stained shirt. He frowned as he began to eat, food wasn't as plentiful in the cities, expensive, nor did it help this would be his last inn-bought meal for a bit.

He ate quickly, chugging his cider before grinning at least it was good...and he could always go hunting...maybe? He shrugged, put the tankard down on the barrel where he was instructed to leave it (Something about dirt or somethin?) and started on his way. He never been to the city before, it was interesting, many big buildings, lots of stone, like a castle! People wore strange clothing, guards were a lot more armored...but the people seemed also softer? He saw only the young wrestle, many of his peers looked like they couldn't carry a bail of hay a few feet much less all day. The woman unusually thin, and want to be thin. Though, they did talk better, and used a lot of fancy words, it was like reverse, and he had yet to leave the country of his birth!

He laughed, turning down another road, he had NO idea where he was going, but one of these roads had to leave out the city eventually. He walked an even pace, wincing at his sore feet, regret briefly on his face before smiling at the strange and unusual place. He was so close to home, yet so far. He turned down another road, heading deeper into the city unknowingly, his cloak sometimes blowing, his sword sometimes bouncing off his leg, he was finally getting used too the weight on his hip.

He made yet another turn on the clean-ish cobble stone path, the buildings close together, people somewhat swarming the streets, though in the city, he looked more like a peasant then any with their fancy cleaned clothing and poofy dresses. He made a turn into an ally way, too many people on the main streets, it was quiter down here, but he was unaware of the dangers of criminals in the city, he was only a country boy after all.


@visualspice

Greetings! I have a character http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=26855.0 That just left his small farm and is open to rp with!  He is currently in Serenia (Hope I spelled that correctly), but is actively adventuring, so he could be other places maybe.

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Name Godfrey
Age 18
Gender male
Species Human
Ethnicity Serenian
[If applicable. Is the character Serenian, Adelan, Connlaothian, Thanati, Essyrni, Yoreiqi, etc?]
Height 5'7
Occupation Farmer (Now adventurer)
Residence The road (or the stables, Inn's and taverns are expensive)
Religon Yalthnea: Goddess of Battle, Fertility, and Growth
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Physical Description A stocky lean, peasant stands before you! This individual is around 5'7 in height with pale skin that's lightly tanned, like a hide left out in pleasant weather. His face is rounded with freckles and always seems to have a patch or two of dirt and grass rubbed in somewhere, a face that's used to good cheer with a bright smile, a dimple on the right side of his face. His hair is a dirty blonde and straight, sometimes quite literally, it falls to his shoulders in a mess in no particular style. The bangs non-existent so robin egg blue eyes can look about curiously, they sparkle with green flecks in the sun light.

His build is stocky, the shoulders wide and arms well muscled, like a body used to hard work and manual labor. There are few scars until his hands, large, meaty specimens of hands, small scars little the surface, the nails chipped, cracked and dirty. The palms roughly calloused and just as dirty as the nails.

His clothing consists of a dirt stained cloth shirt, the color faded by the sun. Normally short in sleeves. The pants are leather with patches sewn in to keep it together held up by a rope belt that holds up an old sword sheath. A faded brown travelers cloak sometimes over his shoulder with an old sack bag held together by an abomination of patchwork and leather.

UPDATED 5/29/2022
Has recently acquired some armor. Simple chain mail with a thick belt, a banded round shield, an actual bow with quiver. Leather gloves and armor on his joins with a simple mail coif.

There are more scars on his hands and arms as well.

UPDATED 6/10/2022
Scars have been added, including a slight one on his right cheek. He seems to got more muscly as well. He now as a chest plate to over his chain mail including plates to go over his armor joints. He also has invested in heavy leathers for sneaking about with.

Personality A cheery soul prone to laughter and light-heartedness. He is kind and generous , always looking to see the good in something and keeps good cheer in both in times of sorrow and laughter. He is firm in what he views as good and evil, and stubborn in his beliefs, however, he is curious and open to learning new things that can work to change his in-grained beliefs. This makes him naive to the open world and true evil in seeking to learn and make his mark in the world.

But he's reckless, and once angered, is hard to calm down, making him hot headed. It also does not help that he's quite gullible, quick to trust and is loyal as a farm dog.

UPDATED 6/10/2022
There is a sadness, he's seen the world as something not as bright as what he thought, this in turn has hardened his will and resolve, doubling down on what he thinks is right and what is important. He's gotten better at hiding the sadness and loneliness.

Magic/Abilities None, unless you count his cooking, his mom taught him how to make a mean meat pie.

He knows how to farm, sew, cook, wrestle, a little bit about hunting and how to shoot a bow. A little bit about trading. Add a spice of maybe how to use a sword and 101 hard knocks school of how to throw a punch, and thats about it.

UPDATED: 5/29/2022
Has recently acquired some magical abilities (Gotcha! No magical abilities SUCKA), his sword fighting has gotten better to the point that he's now ok (nothing special yet), has also started to learn how to use a shield. His willpower in face of monstrous horrors and his own mortality has hardened a little bit. His hard knocks style of fighting is starting to become unique as he is without teacher, and is being taught by his own mistakes in combat and his own training sessions (not very good, but has high potential to be good). Overall physical condition has improved in speed, strength, and conditioning due to his daily adventuring an misadventures he has had.

UPDATED 6/10/2022

Still no magic (This isn't true, he is now a Champion of Yalthnea, his strength, speed, and toughness will continue increasing for every deed he commits as long as he keeps doing what he thinks is right and his belief in Yalthnea remains. Whatever power he gets from his goes away soon as he losses faith or he's doing something that he thinks is not right.). He is now quite skilled in his unique form of fighting, not a sword master or master yet, but he is better then your average folk with a weapon. His ability to use a shield is ok as well, his accuracy with a bow is better, about average. His will is rock hard in face of threats. He is unusually strong, fast and tough for a person, nothing supernatural, but abnormal, almost at the peak of human strength, he can move exceedingly fast if needed, and can survive blows that would leave a normal person dead. It is also harder to pierce his skin or batter him. Its like his physical capabilities are improving.

UPDATED 6/10/2022
Relationships His parents: Good folk they are
The local farmer council: Stuffy old folk with wheat stuck in their ears.
The local lord: Just as stuffy as the council...but richer, and ya know, holds our land
Missendria Rakkel: A very pretty city girl, kind in the heart and a good friend...I'm not sure about my feelings for her, but she'll make an excellent traveling companion, I seek her year after year to see if she'll join, one day, I hope she'll say yes.
Luscatella: She died...and its my fault, I hope to redeem this, I made a promise that I would bring her back or find her in the next life to make up for my mistake, she shouldn't of died. I promised to make her the largest, fattest, most successful dragon ever, and I plan to keep it
Jarret: Some random guy dropped my dead's client body at her wedding ceremony, but also saved my life, not sure, we have another assassin to fight anyway
Fae person: Small, thin, needs saving from a demon...hey, that rythmed! Telling the bards that line for later
Axia: Small dragon, hasn't killed me yet...different then Lusca, we'll see in time

History Godfrey, born to a small time rancher and farmer, named after his father. His mother thankfully surviving child birth. He grew up like any other farm boy may grow, helping his father out with animals, plowing fields, letting his skin bake as he harvested wheat, getting in trouble for poaching a deer or two, wrestling in the mud, and the list goes on. However, he took a particular interest in the tales of knights, hero's, and grand tales of people saving the day. Of adventures diving into dark caverns, to fight trolls and other gruesome things to return with treasures. Of fantastical races of mysterious fae, of stout dwarves, and flame-breathing dragons, it fascinated him like nothing else. No wonder, nothing happened in this town, besides the occasionally outhouse prank, drought, wolf attack on the sheep, or council fight.

He wanted to be that hero, to wield that sword, to bring home riches, to meet these fantastical races, maybe learn magic. He couldn't use it, but maybe he could meet a wizard, like in the tales? Maybe even be knighted for his deeds!? Blinded by glory, he saved up to get an old longsword from the local blacksmith at town, stitched himself a backpack, made himself a weeks worth of rations, took himself his old hunting bow with quiver, wrote his family a note. Then left before his father tried to beat some sense into him. He didn't need sense, he needed adventurer! And he was going to get it.

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Current Threads
http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=26857.new (Country Life)

http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=26894.new#new (Moss Men, Upset artifacts, Tiny dragons, oh my!)

http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=26899.new#new (Dreams of Ruins)

http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=26891.new#new (The Corpse Bride (M))

http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=26866.0 (Dreams and Demons)



Complete Threads

http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=26892.new#new (The Promise)

http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=26888.new#new (Sea Dragons like food)

http://www.spiritsoftheearth.net/smf/index.php?topic=26883.new#new (Helping Hands in Prisoner Lands)

Greetings, I'm LostSoul (I go by Ofrider on discord). Been looking for a chill place to relax and do some RP things.


Not much of an introduction, but once again, Hello!