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Honovi | Forest's Edge Honovi sat on a sturdy limb, his back supported by the trunk as he fiddled with his hair, trying to tame the unruly locks into some ...

Sorm | Rubble Sorm sat despondent in the remains of Training Room B near the remains of his trampled hat. He gently picked it up, brushed off some rubble, and ...

Sorm | Training Room B Sorm had just been getting into the swing of things (literally with how enthusiastic Atalanta was with the rag doll upswinging-downswinging-everywheretheswinging routine she had

Sorm | Outside Girls' Dorm Just outside the kitchen window of the girls' dorm, perfectly positioned to admire Atalanta's hearty appetite, sat a suspiciously suspicious non-bush, made more suspiciously

Sorm About You Please answer a series of questions so we can all get to know you better. Q: Do you identify as a male, a female, or something else? ...

Name: Honovi Age: 18 Kingdom: Wood Appearance: Honovi is lithe and wiry, as befitting someone who spends his days climbing among the highest branches of the trees and navigating the ...

And Murtle murtled.

Wonders where Lumipost is.

High above the horizon, clinging tenuously to the tail of a "g", Kyllorac dangled above most of YWS, Kyllorac's ladder of Likes having crumbled just as Kyllorac grabbed hold of ...

Murtle was having fun. Lots of it. It was difficult not to laugh, though, though not laughing made the fun even funnier, and Murtle wasn't finished having fun yet, oh ...

"HIYAAAAAAAAAH!" came the exaggerated war-cry, hearkening to decades of pop-cultural osmosis of action flicks starring Jackie Chan and Chuck Norris. "HOWAAAAAAAAAH~HA!" came the parodied cry of the pr

Now, when the narrator said "they all", the narrator obviously excluded Kyllorac who was holding Pigeon at armslength the entire time while the mostly-zombie was still happily (or not so) ...

"Marlins are better!" We I shout back in defiance. "And so are Brownings!" "But what about lever-actions?" asks Dover. "They're fast, but have you ever tried to fix a jam ...

We shoot off a bolt of modly lightning at a gang of chatlings that come too close while We try to piece together the lagged-out words of Our unfortunate sister ...

We quickly stuff Our hair under Our helmet, safely out of reach. "We shoot it yes. Before it plays with Our hair." We go to do so. "WAIT!" cries Lumi ...