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Sixteenth. (of many.) -- Level 0
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GET ME OUT OF HERE! -
Private to Balthazar.
Baaaaaaaaaaalthazar.
I've got something you want. -
Fifteenth.
Bored. Bored. Bored.
Who wants to come out and play? -
The Fourteenth. (of many.) (Callisto is back on the barge.)
Well... seems....
I had magical powers? And everyone feared me, and despised me?
What else is new? Life is good.
By the by, who the hell is Balthazar, and why do I have claw marks on my arms? -
The Thirteenth. (within port - Action!Spam, mainly)
[A loud evil cackling can be heard ringing throughout the Darkest Woods and perhaps areas surrounding it. That is all, except a flock of black crows circling around a dilapidated tower, and an occasional pained scream, bark, growl, yip, yelp, sob. Oooh, creepy.] -
The Twelfth. (of many.)
I've got a new warden. Rayne, something or another. A fighter I assume, the past wardens I've had have not been. A pity, I suppose. Too easy to maim.
I find it interesting out of all the prisons I have been to, this boat is the only place that allows me out of restraints. All I know is that when I get my powers back I plan on making that Admiral, ( Read more... ) -
The Tenth. (of many -- dreamssss!).
Dreams, many have said they are the portal between the living and the dead...
Riding on dreams of guilt, death, and destruction. It's a way for the dead to escape the Underworld.
Dreams.... Who needs them? I haven't dreamt since I was a little girl. atleast I haven't dreamed anything worth bragging for. -
The Ninth. (of many.)
Hand Solar couldn't handle being my warden? Pity, and just when I was getting used to him not being around.
Who in the Gods names is Spike? Who in their right mind would call their child a sharp object?
Spiiiiiiiike, care to tango?