I’m gonna type up my chapters and post them tomorrow. There should be two postings, but I’ll try to keep it shorter than my usual 5k chappies.
also I love the newsletter! :blob_paint:
Alright @Way I edited and added/changed somethings for the quest I snagged off the quest board. It should be good to roll now :blob_paint:
and thank you @ohko for allowing me to adjust it accordingly! :blob_gift:
Like I want to post my chapter for today, but I might hold off until we’re all finished with the Freeform RPG first. That way I‘m not missing any information. Plus I want to send it to @Way first before publishing to make sure the usage of Eochaidh is alright. Basically dotting my i’s and...
Tristan smiled over to him, she had just gathered what little of the pruned Heckleberries were found into a small woven basket. These berries would help alleviate digestion and help release stubborn bowel movements. While Fee her butterfly‘s screen gave her the name and description—she knew it a...
All good! I don’t mind the wait at all! It sounds like an interesting concept for the ButterflyCh, in my opinion. I do like that the butterflies can all be different and unique depending on their user as well.
Tristan did as instructed, coming across the varying herbs and piling them where Eochaidh O’Byrnei directed. She was glad that he didn’t seem to catch her momentary hiccup over her past trauma. It was in her next moments bringing a small wooden chest about two feet in length out from under—she...
I’m kinda stuck today, not by your post but I don’t have time to construct a post tonight. Ooof. I’ve been slammed by some more overtime. I’ll see if I have some time tonight afterwards, but I will respond. I don’t want to half it. Lol
I apologize, yeah after I posted I was like—I didn’t offer much on that. I was trying for vague but I went too too vague. :sweating_profusely:
Hopefully this next post will be easier to respond to!
And I’m excited too! I like incorporating what is transpiring with everything else. It’s such a...
Tristan followed his lead, jumping right into the supplies to pull out what she knew would help with injuries.
Symbulin, happened to be the blue liquid in her hand. The label has been dirty from the debris, but given a few good runs, she could read it well enough.
Fee flew in front of her...