Tag: roleplay


  • The-First-Camp

    *Aeryn* "There certainly were quite a few of those scaly little bastards," Aeryn quipped. She ran her hand through her hair, streaked red with battle... she would have to find a stream to wash it later. "I wonder how much longer to Winterfell... …

  • Calm-Before-the-Storm

    *Aeryn* Aeryn ached, but it was a sweet ache. She handed Charger's reigns (she'd finally named that poor rouncey) to Desmodius as she struck a flame on the tinder she'd help gather. "What a battle! Oh you were all glorious! A fine tale for bards …

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