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Ok would you guys join an rp like this cause I'm thinking of starting one...-storytelling voice- Once upon a time in a place very far away. Four kingdoms lived in peace. But that all changed when one day one of the kingdoms attacked. The only people that could stop was a small tribe of master warrior's lengends say that the warriors would ride on red elks and paint there faces. But when the kingdoms needed them most the tribe vanished. For 300 years now the one kingdom has taken most of the other kingdoms except for a few wandering bands. Then on the outskirts of the kingdoms near the sea 4 people are seen from afar riding strange creatures with spiraling horns, wearing odd clothes make of hides and grasses with painted faces.
 Poison Fed with a Spoon · Fri Oct 13, 2006 @ 12:29am · 0 Comments |
