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Post by vakarian on Jun 24, 2020 21:11:06 GMT -5
(i'm cool with that!)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 24, 2020 21:30:42 GMT -5
[ ok. almost done! ]
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 24, 2020 21:30:58 GMT -5
[ one more question: is it cool if I place Daya at the Hanged Man? ]
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Post by vakarian on Jun 24, 2020 21:38:41 GMT -5
(put her wherever ya want!)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 24, 2020 21:40:28 GMT -5
โซ โซ KIRKWALL, FREE MARCHES โซ โซ
Corryn Sabrae
The Waking Seaโs reputation did not lie.
Two weeks of ferocious rocking back and forth, and Corryn Sabrae was prepared to never set foot on a boat again. Unfortunately, she had orders to carry out. Corryn was below deck on the ship her commander had booked her on; above, she could hear several sets of footsteps scurrying about, and voices shouting indistinct orders. Judging by the tone of the voices, sheโd guess they were close to their destination โ finally. So she gathered her belongings, looping the strap of her travel pack over her shoulder. She then grabbed her staff and exited the bowels of the ship, emerging into the bright sunlight of another day. She blinked at the harsh sunlight a few times, stepping to the side to avoid the crew as they moved about, hoisting the sails and various things. She didnโt know much about sailing, and didnโt particularly care to learn. Instead, she turned her gaze towards the bow of the ship, watching the city of Kirkwall gradually grow larger.
The ship sailed past two great statues; Corryn stared at the metallic marvels as they passed. The Twins โ thatโs what those statues were called. They depicted two slaves, holding their faces with collars wrapped around their neck. Long ago, in the Tevinter Imperium, Kirkwall had been one of its prime slave trading centers. The Twins marked the entrance to Kirkwallโs harbor, but they also served another function โ intimidation. Reminding the slaves that entered Kirkwall that rebellion was useless, and Corryn had to admit it was fairly good at its job. As the ship sailed past, Corryn let her gaze drift from the statues fixed on the cliffsides back to the city itself. She didnโt know much of Kirkwall, despite the fact that sheโd been here a few times over the years. She knew about the Champion of Kirkwall, about the Qunari invasion and the beginning of the mage rebellion, but that was pretty much it. Sheโd never stayed long enough to warrant learning anything beyond the basic information.
The walls of Kirkwall were finally in sight, and Corrynโs ship finally docked. Without a word, Corryn disembarked and moved a few feet away, stopping to gaze at the city around her. Like all ships, Corrynโs had been funneled into the Gallows, which was a location rather notorious. It was the site of Kirkwallโs Circle of Magi, and had been the center of the rebellion. Knight-Commander Meredith had gone insane from red lyrium, and had imposed restrictions on the Circle mages that had led them to panic. In desperation, and in an attempt to survive, many had turned to blood magic. When Anders โ one of the Championโs companions, and an apostate โ had used magic to blow up Kirkwallโs Chantry, and had murdered the Grand Cleric in the process, Kirkwall had fallen to chaos, and all out war had broken out between the templars and the mages. That war had lasted several years, until the Divine was able to negotiate a fragile peace.
Corryn wasnโt a Circle mage, and as a Dalish elf had not had much interaction with templars, so she didnโt have much of an opinion on the war. As long as people left her alone, she was content to live and let live. Her silver-grey eyes swept across city, but before she could take another step she heard footsteps approaching. Heavy footsteps.
Corryn tensed, and in an instant was surrounded by people wearing heavy plate, with the sigil of the Templar Order stamped across their chests. Most of them were wearing helmets, but the one directly in front of Corryn was not. He stared her down, clearly trying to intimidate her into cooperation, but Corryn wasnโt easily cowed. She met his gaze and didnโt falter.
โWhat are you doing in my city, knife-ear?โ the templar demanded. His voice was gruff and deep, but it seemed like he was deliberately projecting his voice lower than it would naturally be. Another attempt at intimidation.
โI do not speak to individuals such as yourself,โ Corryn responded. The templar glared at the staff in Corrynโs hand.
โIf you are a mage, knife-ear, you belong in the Circle. Come along quietly, and this wonโt get messy.โ
Corryn snorted out a laugh. โWe both know that I will not be going any where with you, human. You have no jurisdiction over me.โ She bared her teeth at the templar in a feral grin. โI am here on Warden business. Your viscount is expecting one of my order.โ
The templars seemed to jerk away, as if Corryn were diseased. Well, she was โ in a way. She felt a bit of rage swell within her and she ground her teeth. Not for the first time, Corryn was pissed at her lot in life. Sheโd never wanted to be a warden, but circumstances beyond her control had put her there. She gestured with her staff, and the templars tensed again. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes โ paranoid humans. They parted, letting Corryn pass. She flashed them a smirk as she moved away, finally entering the city.
She moved through Kirkwall swiftly, refusing to linger. The faster she met with the viscount, the faster she could get out of this damn city. She hated cities; too loud, too many people. What she wouldnโt give to the chance to wander the Brecilian forests again, like she used to. When grief and regret and anger began to rise within her, she stamped down on the emotions, shaking away her melancholy. Ah well โ no reason to linger on the past. Not right now, at least. If she was lucky, sheโd be out of the city in three days. She was supposed to meet several Grey Wardens here โ a former templar, and a qunari (which was quite the shock, since sheโd never heard of a qunari joining the Order) and pick up a few recruits. Varryn had sent word to the viscount ahead of her arrival, and his response letter informed the Warden-Commander that he had two potential recruits.
She passed through Lowtown, where no one spared an elf a second glance, and entered Hightown. Here, people stared at Corryn as she passed. Not many elves walked these fancy streets, it seemed, but that was hardly her problem. She didnโt care what people thought of her; if she was proud of who she was, then it hardly mattered. After a few moments, she reached the viscountโs keep. She paused at the bottom of the stairs for a moment, turning to peer about the rest of Hightown. A short way away, she saw the spires of what had to be the Chantry. That building had been blown to rubble two-hundred years ago, but it seemed like theyโd manage to rebuild it. Good for them; the architecture was certainly impressive. Returning her attention to her task at hand, she ascended the steps to the viscountโs keep and pushed open the doors.
The guards stared at her as she entered. She stared back, raising an eyebrow. โWhat are you doing here?โ one of them prompted, taking a step forward. Several guards moved to place their hands on their weapons.
โI have business with your viscount โ Warden business,โ Corryn responded. Her patience was rapidly fraying. The guards stared at her for a long moment and Corryn forced herself to remain still, meeting their gaze.
โYouโll be escorted,โ the guard stated. Corryn simply inclined her head. They closed rank around her and practically marched her towards the viscountโs office, as if she were some sort of prisoners. The seneschal wasnโt as surprised to see her, and after a few moments of waiting she was led inside a room, where the viscount was waiting.
He was fairly good looking, for a human, with dark imposing eyes and hair of a similar color. His strong jaw and straight nose gave him a proud air about him. โViscount Amell,โ she greeted, inclining her head slightly.
โWarden,โ he responded. His voice was low and a tad raspy. He stood from his desk and extended his hand, which Corryn grasped in a handshake. He walked around the desk to stand in front of her. โI trust your journey was easy.โ
โRelatively,โ the elf responded, โbut I did not come here for pleasantries.โ
The viscountโs mouth twitched in a smirk. โAh, the fabled Warden stoic attitude. Itโs good to see that particular rumor is true.โ
Corryn just shrugged.
โI received your commanderโs letter โ Varryn, was it?โ
โYes,โ Corryn responded.
โHe inquired as to whether or not Kirkwall had any promising recruits. I believe we have two โ is that sufficient?โ
โIt will have to be.โ
The viscount suppressed a smirk again. โYes, well, I do not have much beyond that to offer. You are, of course, welcome here in Kirkwall. The Amell family has a long history with the Wardens; anything else that I can do to assist you, you have only to ask.โ He called for his seneschal, and ordered the man to escort the two recruits in. โThe recruits will be here momentarily. May I offer you a seat?โ
โNo, thank you,โ Corryn responded.
โIs there to be another Blight, then?โ The viscount only smiled at Corrynโs sharp gaze. โAs I said, the Amells have a history with the Wardens. The Championโs brother, Carver, was part of your Order, and several other members of my family have joined over the years as well.โ
โItโs possible,โ Corryn responded, speaking slowly after a moment. โI do not personally know much beyond what I was told, but we have reason to suspect there might be another Blight. There have beenโฆ signs.โ
โThe dreams?โ
Corryn nodded, but before she could respond the door swung open again. Two individuals were marched in โ one was practically dragged in by his collar, and judging by his protests he was not particularly thrilled about it.
โHey!โ the man protested, pulling himself to his full height once he was released. He glared as the guard marched out, ignoring everyone else for a moment, before he turned to face them. First, he turned to glare at the viscount, barely glancing at Corryn as he did so. Before he spoke, however, he did a double take, and turned his attention fully on the Warden. His jaw practically dropped open as he took in her appearance. He didnโt say anything for a moment, until the viscount spoke.
โLucan,โ the viscount said, voice stern. He drew the humanโs attention briefly. โThis is Corryn, a Grey Warden.โ
โA Grey Warden,โ Lucan repeated, although it wasnโt a question, more of an echo. His brow furrowed. โWhy is a Warden here?โ
โSheโs here looking for recruits,โ the viscount responded.
โRecruits. And who is she recruiting, brother?โ
The viscount shrugged. โYou. And this other person here โ Rhys, was it?โ
Lucan stared at his brother. โYouโre sending me to the Grey Wardens.โ
โYes. Youโll do well there. Like Carver.โ
Ignoring the family affair as the brothers began to argue, Corryn turned to the other person, and was surprised to see another elf โ and a Dalish one, at that. His vallaslin wasnโt extensive, more of a simple design that extended across his cheekbones. She recognized the pattern as one dedicated to Mythal. In contrast, her vallaslin wrapped across her forehead, down both sides of her face, down her chin and over her throat. Hers were dedicated to June, god of the craft. Before her magic had shown itself, sheโd wanted to learn to craft the weapons used by her clan. Thatโs what her vallaslin were dedicated to him. Sheโd become the First to the clan, when it became clear that she was gifted with magic. She wasnโt the First anymore, though.
โAndaran atishโan, brother,โ she greeted.
The viscount spoke to her again. โThis is Lucan, as you probably have gathered; he is my youngest brother. Heโll be a fine recruit โ thereโs no one else I know thatโs better with a bow. And this here is Rhys, although I do not know much about him. Itโs good to meet you, Rhys, although I wish it were under better circumstances. I am told you are here to join the Wardens, as well?โ
Corryn inclined her head in greeting. โI am Corryn. I am here on behalf of the Warden-Commander of Ferelden, to seek those who would join with us to fight the darkspawn threat.โ It was almost as if she was reciting something โ and she was. Thatโs what Varryn had told her to say; she wasnโt the best at interactions with people outside the Dalish and her clan, but that was irrelevant now.
โYouโre a mage,โ Lucan said, rather suddenly. His bright blue eyes were still focused on Corryn, and it was making her a bit uncomfortable.
โYes,โ Corryn responded dryly. โIs that a problem?โ
โYou must have cast a spell on me,โ the man said, โbecause youโre the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.โ
The viscount groaned and reached forward to swat his brother across the back of the head. Corryn had the urge to punch him in the jaw but settled for just staring at him. Her grey-blue gaze was rather intense โ or so sheโd been told โ and seemed as though it could see right through a person, to their soul. โI see,โ Corryn responded, voice flat.
โI apologize for my brother, Warden.โ
She nodded. โIf you are prepared, weโll head out. Weโll be staying in the city a few days, to meet with a few other Wardens, before we leave Kirkwall for good. Gather your things and say your goodbyes; weโll meet at the Hanged Man. If you are ready now, you may travel with me.โ
She gave Lucan and the elf โ Rhys โ a nod. โDareth shiral.โ She spun on her heel and left the viscountโs office, moving swiftly out of the keep. She heard footsteps behind her and had half a mind to look, but she could guess it was at least one of the recruits. Once she left the keep, she paused and peered over her shoulder to see who it was. Lucan. Just her luck. She turned around fully to see if Rhys would join him.
โDo you not have belongings to gather?โ
Lucan shrugged. โJust my bow, but I can grab that on the way to the Hanged Man.โ
โVery well,โ Corryn responded. โWe are to meet two other Wardens here in the city โ a templar, and a qunari.โ
โA qunari Warden? Never heard of one of those.โ
โWe take all kinds. Even you.โ
The human laughed at that; his laugh was warm and boisterous, and infectious. Corryn rolled her eyes. After a moment, she began to walk again. Lucan followed her. The Hanged Man in Lowtown was their destination, and after winding through the city again, they finally reached it.
Even in the middle of the day, the tavern was busy. There was loud talking and laughing and shouting, and as Corryn stepped into the building she was struck by the smell of stale beer and other bodily fluids. She wrinkled her nose. Humans could be so strange. After a quick scan of the tavern, she spotted her target โ two Wardens, one human and one horned, sitting at a table by the fire. She knew who they were by the insignia on their armor, something she had not yet begun to do. She had not been a Warden long, but old habits died hard, and new ones were hard to adapt to, especially when your Joining had been under the same circumstances as hers. She moved to the table and sat down.
โAndaran atishโan,โ she greeted again. Lucan sat down next to her.
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 24, 2020 21:40:42 GMT -5
[ it's a bit... long xD ]
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Post by vakarian on Jun 24, 2020 21:43:41 GMT -5
(given the length of the intros on the front page, i'm not too surprised xD but off i go, writing away!!)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 24, 2020 21:45:12 GMT -5
[ lol all the stuff on the font page is just from the Wiki xD I'm not that knowledgeable ]
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Post by vakarian on Jun 24, 2020 23:27:34 GMT -5
(lol, more than me probably!! and oof, this one is gonna be long too)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 24, 2020 23:28:39 GMT -5
( no worries lol we like long posts here )
( double oof i am crashing after a long day lol gonna watch my ER show and pass the f out )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 24, 2020 23:37:11 GMT -5
(sounds perfect! after this i'm going straight to bed so i can nurse this wicked tension headache i got goin on >_> )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 24, 2020 23:45:11 GMT -5
( rip )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 0:29:01 GMT -5
Rhysย โโย ย One of the perks of endless traveling that Rhys could never find himself getting used to were the constant foot cramps. If there was one thing he hated, it was anything impeding his journey - and sometimes, the enemy would be the physical extent of his own body. He had been going on something akin to a pilgrimage, from the vast reaches of Orlais to the industrial lands of the Free Marches. Going the journey alone was life-altering, to say the least. He'd hop on lone merchant caravans here and there, meeting people he never would have if he'd remained with the Dalish. All to find even a hint of a Grey Warden recruitment effort. A weaker man likely would've quit by now - maybe find something a bit more productive to do. Start a farm, maybe sit down and write a book... But here he was. His Clan probably thought him a madman. However, he did make it known that he had no intent on returning any time soon. Not until his mother, Elanora, could rest easy.
ย ย ย ย ย ย It seemed to click in his mind once he got there - of course! Kirkwall. It was home of The Champion and his brother, also carrying a fair amount of renown for his feats as a Grey Warden. Rhys couldn't help but think to himself: could he amount to the same? Quickly he wiped the thought from his mind. Now isn't the time for illusions of grandeur, he should stay grounded and focus on the task at hand. But the longer he stayed in the city, the harder it was to concentrate. Kirkwall was just so... Unique. Rhys had never experienced the concept of home being enclosed in walls. It was separated into two areas, with completely different auras. Each person bound by a different creed. As he gazed upon the bustling civilization, he smiled - he could get used to this.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย After a few days' respite, he was able to meet with a representative for the Grey Wardens and express his intent to join. A high-and-mighty viscount, with a face that probably hadn't formed into a smile for several years. He supposed that he couldn't blame the man; Rhys had heard tales of another coming Blight, from the mouths of traveling folk to blathering doomsayers. Maker, he'd be wrong if he said he didn't believe them. But with his desire to join the Wardens, he'd have to face it one way or another. Rhys was initially met with skepticism as he entered the office. The way that the staff eyed the elf was much like how authorities leer at a petty thief. He tried his best not to scowl back in jest, but he kept up his confident demeanor as he approached.
ย ย ย ย ย ย "Well, well, little one," one of the hefty guards chortled, "decide to give up your life of crime to come play knights? You ever see battle before?" Once more, if Rhys was a weaker man and experienced this torment, he probably would have turned and left. Unfortunately along his travels, Rhys encountered his fair share of ignorance from others. Some conflicts between him and another were solved in less eloquent ways than he wanted, but he knew he couldn't do the same here. Especially not since he was just about to fill the paperwork. Without humoring the guards, he simply directed his attention to the viscount.
ย ย ย ย ย ย "Please excuse them. Surely they would be smart enough to know the last thing we'd like to do is scare away a potential recruit. Viscount Amell, charmed." He held out his hand, adorned with various metallic bands. Rhys took it without hesitation.
ย ย ย ย ย ย "Rhys Fereven, of the Dalish Clan Ghilain." The latter half of the sentence seemed to stumble out of his mouth, it was a simple formality he would tiredly default to when introducing himself. He noticed the viscount raise one of his bushy brows, in slight bewilderment.
ย ย ย ย ย ย "You've come a long way, Rhys. All for the cause of joining the Wardens, yes? I commend you for your determination." The conversation went as normal, simply giving him the rundown of the various tasks he would perform before the well-known Joining were to take place. As Rhys took in the information at once, he felt a heat wave course through his body. His fingers twitched at his side. It was suddenly becoming real. For the most part, he was leaving his past life behind. The journey may have been long, but he didn't expect it to come so... Soon.
ย ย ย ย ย ย Viscount Amell then informed him that he would be accompanied by two others when the time came - a human boy, the viscount's own brother Lucan, and a Grey Warden - coincidentally, a fellow Dalish elf by the name of Corryn. He bit his lip - he didn't think he'd be encountering another so soon in his stay at Kirkwall. A long sigh escaped his lips, though it went unnoticed by the viscount - that was going to be an ordeal. But nothing he can't handle, he rationalized. Possibly a bit of headbutting if things get a bit too heated...
ย ย ย ย ย ย The days passed quickly enough, and he reconvened with the viscount and his brother. The human looked to be a bit older than him, attractive like most nobility were expected to be. Lucan had a joking attitude about him, and it seemed as if he was a bit clueless as to what was going on, but he was certainly itching to do something. In all honesty, Rhys welcomed it - he couldn't help but feel a sort of kindred spirit with this Lucan. Perhaps they'd get the chance to talk more, maybe they'd have a bit in common. Introductions were simple enough; they were instructed by viscount Amell to wait with the guard until Warden Corryn arrived. Thankfully, they didn't have to wait too long.
ย ย ย ย ย ย With a sense of urgency, the two were ushered to the meeting place. Rhys seemed to get the better of it; he wanted to laugh at how the guard dragged Lucan along. Maybe he actually didn't know what he was getting into... Poor guy. Nevertheless, he continued to keep a straight face as they were met once more with the viscount and Corryn. With a dignified tone, Amell introduced the guest. As Lucan seemed to stammer out his own introduction, Rhys took the time to look Corryn up and down. And, well... She certainly was as Dalish as they come. Intricate vallaslin, similar features to many of his Clanmates, even down to the traditional formal greeting.
ย ย ย ย ย ย "Andaran atishโan." It had been ages since he had spoken his mother tongue, though not unlike a creeping ivy, it always seemed to find its way back. As Corryn and Lucan went back and forth, he couldn't help but keep wondering how he was to approach talking to Corryn. Perhaps this was the most self-conscious he had felt in his life. He urged to suppress it. All of a sudden, he was brought out of his own distraction when Corryn finally mentioned it - the dreaded "darkspawn threat". This was what he was here for. As his journey spanned for months on end, he constantly dreamed of the day he'd get to slay one. It wouldn't be long, he hoped, it wouldn't be long...
ย ย ย ย ย ย Both Lucan and Rhys were directed to gather up their belongings and head to the Hanged Man - some famed tavern with a morbid name - with Corryn, where they would convene with a Templar and a Grey Warden. The day would be ever stranger, for Rhys found out qunari of all races would be the latter. Surely, I'll have seen it all, he chuckled to himself. As the three of them made their exit, Rhys parroted Corryn's Dalish farewell.
ย ย ย ย ย ย Rhys had stopped in a few taverns on his voyage, and he found each of them to have a similar air about them. Maybe they weren't his scene, he concluded. Odd drinks, and odder characters. Kirkwall's Hanged Man certainly had both of those boxes checked - and it was only going to be weirder once the trio stepped in. It was not difficult to locate the individuals they were looking for; they had staked their claim near a roaring fireplace. Oranges and reds danced across their polished armor, lightly stinging Rhys' eyes. Corryn greeted the pair as she took a seat, and Rhys followed. The first to speak was the qunari. Her features were considerably softer than what Rhys had imagined them to look like up close, though she was definitely built like them. She raised one of her giant hands in a salutaryย fashion, and her plump dark grey lips formed into a grin.
ย ย ย ย ย ย "Colleagues! Friends! It is good to finally meet you all." Her words projected across the tavern, with a merry yet mature voice accompanying them. "I realize this may not have been what any of you were expecting, but I try my best to be as welcoming as possible." The qunari's statements were finished by another beaming smile. This... Just took a turn, Rhys thought.
ย ย ย ย ย ย "Ah, not a problem," Rhys tried his best to smile back as largely as she did (and failed). "Andaran atishโan. I am Rhys Fereven, just a recruit. It's good to meet you, ah..." His words trailed off, realizing the Warden didn't even give her name. Apparently she noticed at the same time Rhys did, to which she abruptly piped up.
ย ย ย ย ย ย "Oh, how rude of me! My name is Daya Rethost," Daya then gestured to the woman sitting next to her. At first glance, she seemed a lot more typical in Rhys' eyes of how a Warden should be. A lot more serious looking, with pronounced features. Looking at the two of them side by side was like comedy act. "And this is Gemma Wilde, a Templar as well as a Grey Warden. We are both tasked with informing you of what is to come, and to prepare you recruits to deal with the oncoming darkspawn."
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 0:29:37 GMT -5
(thar she bloooowssss!)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 0:33:48 GMT -5
( huzzah! Lucan is the viscountโs brother by the way c: now we wait for Glow )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 0:34:56 GMT -5
(brother! agh! i am tired and foolish)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 0:40:15 GMT -5
( no worries. Itโs def an easy mistake to make (: no harm done - just wanted to clarify for you! )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 0:46:38 GMT -5
(I appreciate it! the headache and sleepiness really doesnโt help when you have a lot on your mind to write xD)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 0:47:44 GMT -5
( yea I feel that lol my head is starting to feel weird so I took some Tylenol pm. Tylenol sucks at getting rid of pain but bc of my arthritis meds I canโt take any NSAIDs :/ )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 0:50:37 GMT -5
(ugh, that sounds like such an inconvenience. hopefully you can just sleep it off though! I took some ibuprofen so thatโs my plan >_> )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 0:55:49 GMT -5
( yea I will be fine in the morning lol sometimes I get headaches at night so itโs not unusual )
( or maybe Iโve got the COVID plague )
( hope you feel better soon )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 0:59:11 GMT -5
(oh heck this is a no no corona zone
but thank you!! I hope you feel better as well c: itโs off to snoozetown for me now, good night!)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 3:24:32 GMT -5
( now I just gotta figure out how to introduce some griffins lol )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 12:31:58 GMT -5
( *zombie noises* meh. Somewhat awake )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 12:53:07 GMT -5
(bleeeeh, I had to go to a dentist appointment >~> )
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 13:49:23 GMT -5
( rip. I have This weird cramp in my shin that may be a stress fracture lol )
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Post by vakarian on Jun 25, 2020 14:05:50 GMT -5
(oh no! did that just happen? that sounds super nasty)
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Post by ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ on Jun 25, 2020 14:07:50 GMT -5
( no itโs been on and off for like a week. Isnโt a bad pain but Iโm pretty sure thatโs the shin I cracked against a bed frame so it would not surprise me (with my terrible bones) if thereโs a hairline fracture )
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Nov 21, 2024 15:09:07 GMT -5
Nov 21, 2024 15:09:07 GMT -5
