Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
You're not going to kill Miles off, are you @Messenger??!!
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
He's totes dead. Um I think we got invaded again too. The door hit him and tore open his wound I think Mess said he eventually died by bleeding to death or something (@Messenger)
Does anyone object to me posting as Jet instead of Andraya??
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
I'm having a tough decision. I wanted to kind of bring Miles back from the dead later on, but I don't know that I want to kill him off. Maybe someone can feel for his pulse again and it'll be back?
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
Well, it's going to be a few days until everyone's together, so I thought that a hostile NPC group could run into ours, steal our stuff and force us out of the town to eventually wander into the other group. Or we could run out of food and have to go look for more.
"we'll fasten it with some safety pins and tape and a dream, and you're good to go, honey."
I like the NPC idea ^^ We could have Gale's old group find them maybe!
Dorian, are you the one adding all the spices to our food? Of course I am. Why? Because frankly the food here tastes like poorly cooked sawdust. It genuinely tastes how Solas looks.
But he can't die!!
. . . mebbe.
