\m/ @Tim Dickens

Sorry all, I'm going to have to put a pause on my availability for at least the next week due to bushfires in our area and a need to further prepare/possibly evacuate for Saturday. @keyholder21, if you have another sign up in my absence and can start please do, I'll try and catch your next one xo

I think it'll be ok, good to wait to have Xmas etc out of the way first. Healthy, HaPpY 2020 to you all in any case!

*pokes @Katiora* I think we have 10, if yours was a sign-up?

Orite. 10. We can do this. *Hunts for frands*

@keyholder21 Is there a version that could run with 9? ?

*Dusts off cobwebs* If you'll take me with the extreme rust and limited play time I have, /in! ^.^

Now LavLav's got the hang of it! We'll sing and dance to words she's writ! And drink again to cheer her grit! She's smashed the Jak o' the Shadows!

All my Love - Major Lazer feat. Ariana Grande

Rap God - Eminem

You're all set to play! Welcome to the RP and the Freelanders @Caldazar al'Aemon ? Here's where you can start your RP's, present-time; Here's where you can write things as they happened in the past. Planning threads/writing request chats can happen here with Freebooters specifically, or here to include all players. Have fun!

And as we march we'll sing this song The verses shall go on and on We'll ne'er give up, with voices strong We chant at Jak o' the Shadows!

"Light, Mehrin -" Eb ran her hands roughly through her hair, gripping the roots near the nape of her neck and giving a sharp tug upwards before dropping her arms to her sides. "I just -" So many thoughts competed for focus in her mind she felt like her head was about to burst open. Her heart, too, still felt like it was attempting to ram itself out of her chest. She shut her mouth, opened it again. He was right. Fear, unbridled fear, did this. Undermined confidence. Preceded loss. Robbed one of the power to think, sometimes as effectively and as insidiously as the assassin's poisoned needles. "This is hardly a usual battle though," she grumbled, and louder, "And I'm no bloody good at-" she waved her hands around, trying to encompass the table of assassin-ware, what she'd just heard, the window where she couldn't have countered a threat, the space between each of those and Mehrin, Mehrin's mood, his actions of vulnerability and her utter inability to address them, the intrusive visions of him sinking lifeless to the floor, now with an element of dreadlord. She scowled when the words wouldn't come, and waved some more, trying to indicate the tangled press of feelings in the air, within herself, that his news had stirred. "At this." She scowled harder. Fear was something she remembered the feeling of, something she worked hard to stay ahead of, stay harder than. It was something that trained her as a child in the Rahad, something she had learnt to turn into instant focus or fury. It was not something she usually felt. Feeling it - feeling anything - was exasperating. Terrifying in itself. She barked a laugh. She looked to Mehrin and walked across to kick, unnecessarily, she realised too late, at the wedge underneath the door and make sure it was secure. She could feel what she assumed was Mehrin's gaze on her in part, but for that moment she didn't turn around. Forehead resting against the back of the door, she consciously turned down the emotions and began to try and order her thoughts on his story, the consequences and any possible solutions ahead. "Is it really, though? The beginning?" she asked quietly, "And if so, what really is this the beginning of?"

I'm stuck with a weekend of chores and I'm finding them terrible bores, Zand! This verse though, it caused smiles so grand, frand ❤️ Let's roll ol Jak o' the Shadows! \m/ Nah, the truth is that we're all on one team ALL us Infants and Archers and Cavs, we dream of fighting and making the Shadowed Souls scream Let's burn ol Jak o' the Shadows! We'll rip ol Jak from limb to limb, gallop, stab, fletch though things be grim Dovie'andie se tovaya sagain, Matrim! Let's laugh at Jak o,' the Shadows!