Greetings Traveler · Legacy archive
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#1Hi, i am completely new. Is there anyone around here that can you know, show me the ropes and stuff?
im 20
im a girl
im a vamp
my favourite music is norweigen death metal
my house is never without red roses
i like final fantasy, Zelda and super monkey ball
i live in a manor on the Isle of Wight, England
and if you want pics just ask.
well thats me :roll: -
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#2WOW, a vamp with a ear for death metal....sweeet! Looking forward to hearing from you.
No ropes here, that would keep people from falling.
Nothing really secret or required before you jump in. If you have something to say, say it, and you will soon be enveloped into the fold. You can add your nonsense to the Inane Natter forums or contribute your own thoughts to one of the many ideas floating around this place.
"Pick a forum, any forum."
Everything is fair game.
Hope to see you around!! -
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#3An elvin girl with long brown hair and feirce green eyes approaches the new comer, " Hello I am Adel. Strolen is right just read up on the conversations and add ideas or start a new conversation! just that simple! -
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#4D'ARR!
A shout comes from above as a huge sloshing barrel, marked "Grog", plummets down. Riding the barrel is a penguin, dressed in a ridiculous pirate costume, complete with tattered jacket, giant feather plumed hat, rose-lensed goggles, and a wooden toy sword. The penguin slings you a frosty mug of foamy, green, salty grog.
"D'arr! I be Cap'n Penguin! Welcome teh' th' Citadel! Is a vamp somethin' like a vampire, cuz' if it are, why then I be sayin' don't stand to long in yon sunlight, yarr!" -
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#5*A young women looks up from her writing and approaches the captain for a glass of Grog*
Whoops, sorry there, welcome women with the long teeth....
Ehhr, please have some grog as well *while raising some eyebrows*
Feel free to have a chat anywhere.
Don't mind me being absent minded, as I have well ehhr much on my mind.. -
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#6OOC: a friend from work recently watched a norwegian death metal band. I shall ask him who it was; maybe you have heard of them.
Hovering inches from the ground, a long haired man approaches. His hair is hued in gold, silver, copper and white. So consuming are his locks that you cannot see any bit of his face, besides the rather large nose that pertrudes.
"Welcome to the citadel young vamp," he spoke up while grabbing a pint of grog. "I am Strom the sage, and I hope you not only enjoy your stay, but also contribute to our cause." With very little motion he returned to his seat in the far corner and lit his pipe."