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Polar bears running wild in Eastern Brisshal. What the hell. Ash squinted down at the AG posting, ignoring the snowflakes gathering on his hair and clothing. He ran warmer than usual, and so the cold didn't bother him much, especially combined with his heavier clothing. His ears were getting a...

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This man was dead. Ash smelled it immediately. No matter how lively he looked or how energetic his frantic pleas were, there was no hiding the smell of death fouling the air around him. The information the village had given him about the situation was sparse. A group of prospectors had delved...

999 Henry St, Brooklyn, New York Going to a restaurant on her own always felt weird to Aisling. If she wasn't getting too much attention (read: any attention at all) at a counter seat, it was being overly conscious of the fact that she was one person sitting at a table meant for four. Normally...

fas fa-message-dots Ash Vargold @ Area chat Something stinks in camp, but I don't think it's the Commander. We think the rot goes deeper than that. Hanno, if you're out there, let's parley. The sooner this fighting stops, the better. No matter how slim the chance was, Ash tried to hold on to...

Ash had logged in with plans. Plans to help patch things up around the camp, maybe. Or to find a way to get properly clean, so he stopped feeling grimy every time he logged in. Oi, what are you doing-! What he hadn't planned was for someone to grab him mere minutes after he'd logged and drag...

215 Protected! -25 12 hp due to Retal (reduced by 10 by Countering!) Somewhere in the depths of the jungle... Ugh. You can definitely tell those myconids were here. This place reeks. Ash covered his mouth and nose with a grimace. There were plenty of unpleasant smells in the jungle, ones that...

It's raining again. Ash is used to it, more or less. He grew up in an area where grey skies and endless drizzle was the norm and umbrellas were a sign of weakness. It was comforting, really - no matter how strange the world got, some things stayed the same. And just like in reality, he dealt...

3 I am going to regret this. The thought keeps going through Ash's mind as he checks his things. Sword, stamina, magic... there's been little to do on his "shifts" online, so the body's in decent shape, but the mind? Well, he's standing here waiting for a very loud woman to come fight him, in...

fa-solid fa-quotesThis Blog is Not a Metaphor I just think gamers don't know what's going on Comments So four years ago, I was part of this West Marches style campaign. A whole bunch of people playing in the same campaign, this huge world that the DM clearly spent way too much time on. It'd...

Tha-thump. Tha-thump. It's been years since Ash has been in the game. Since "he" had walked in this body, dealt with its quirks and intricacies, or felt that discordant thrum in his chest that had followed him since that final strike against Titanius. He doesn't remember what he'd been doing...