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Rosenburg reached the door that led to the outside world. Well, make or break time. He turned to the other two. "Just outside is, well, Equestria,...
"It's a pleasure to meet you Haze Drift. As I said before, I'm Rosenburg, and this here is Bryz." The unicorn gestured to the white mare behind...
The red unicorn looked over his shoulder at the red mare as he walked. "What's your name, by the way? We might as well get to know each other if...
Rosenburg shifted uncomfortably. The two had to leave this place at some point, but it was difficult to imagine how they would react to what they...
If you want to aim for a specific body part, you should mention it during the action. For example: "Bryz swung her knife at her attacker, hoping...
If anyone wants to speak out of character, please post it here and not in the RP thread. Adding brackets won't cut it, and please only control...
"Ah. Well, in that case..." Rosenburg stepped back to address both the mares at the same time. "Here's some history 101. There was a war between...
Rosenburg flicked his gaze between the two pegasus mares. "Do you two know each other by any chance?" he asked. "If you do, it'd probably make our...
Rosenburg glanced around too. "I think I activated your pod. I'm not really sure." He looked back to the mare. "I don't think this vault...
Rosenburg winced at the harsh clattering sound of metal hitting the floor, but kept his gaze level. "Hello there, are you okay?" he asked the...
Rosenburg paused at the sound of metal dragging across the floor, followed by silence. Was this a good idea? He shook his head, realising that he...
I know :derpe:
*Squints eyes accusingly* Hmmmm.........maybe......maybe............
Woah, steady there Crimson, we don't want to kill each other right at the beginning. At least wait until we get to the end :derpe:
Sorry, you're too late. Just kidding :P I like your character, so welcome aboard. It's quite close to the beginning, so we can fit you in with...
Rosenburg bowed his head. "I'm sorry. It must be hard to-" He was cut off by more hissing and a thud, followed by some wretching and coughing...
The red stallion gazed inquisitively at the moping mare again. "Who?"
Sorry Rerabox, some 40 points for everyone.
"I really am so sorry, Bryz." A lengthy silence. "There is hope though. If you were alive during the war, then you may have invaluable knowledge...
Your points are: Strength: 8 Perception: 4 Endurance: 8 Charisma:6 Intelligence: 8 - 2 (because of amnesia) 6 Agility:9 Luck: 7 I count 48 or...
