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2022-04-14 10:53:57 pm by SimonPontius in category RolePlay
    His "boys" aka slaves were aquired by matches he chose in the wrestling arena in Ar, he grinned when he made the bet with the Match Master, that he would wrestle the slaves of his choosing, if he won they were his to take, if he lost he would pay double the bet. Of course who could pass up such a ridiculous bet and the matches began, although said Master was angry and...
2022-04-10 12:32:32 am by SimonPontius in category RolePlay
    Time takes time to pass, a strange observation that, but none the less it rings true. Walking as quick as he can, knowing he was notified he was suppose to be home at a certain break in the day, he feels something pop him on the top of his head, he stops and fishes out a pebble and then another one replaces it. He looks up not realizing he was under one of the many tree houses...
2021-06-04 10:54:28 pm by SimonPontius in category RolePlay
    Not so long ago and not so far away as you might imagine, a little miracle appeared in the evening sky. Now sometime starlight happens over time but sometimes starlight is born, created in an instant, created because it is time for it to happen, created to be of the wonderful special type that tales are woven around.     Starlight came into the sky one evening, not...
2019-07-03 11:47:36 pm by SimonPontius in category RolePlay
     Finishing a small repair job at a tavern, must have been one knock down drag out brawl, he settles down to have an ale at the tavern owners insistence. A small table in the corner, he sips and watches Masters and slaves, understanding the relationship between the "owner" and being "owned" and begins to wonder if there is more to this in life, I mean after...
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2019-06-03 9:47:52 pm by SimonPontius in category RolePlay
    He's taken his evening runs past here many a time, tonight for some odd reason he has stopped here to take a breather. His hands cupped on his knees as he bends over, sweat beads running down the curvature of the bridge of his nose, he knows he's seen seen the split in the standing stones before, something different this time, maybe the play of shadows, maybe sweat in...
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