ElfSama

August 25th, Today had all the makings of your average summer day. The trees stood tall and shared their little secrets with the wind, the birds flittered from branch to branch gossiping as bad as my mother with her rummy group. And clouds were few and far in between, so by noon my shirt was sucked tight to my chest and I smelled as strong as a combee hive. I was still getting the lay of the land, it hadn’t been long since my father and I got the cabin erected and I needed to scout the terrain and get some borders put up. Dusk was starting to settle in as I was returning from the furtherest point of our property, and by the Goddess, was the sun a painter! If I could, I’d have it make a striking portrait of my stunning wife and our perfect baby girl. For now, it specialized in landscapes and was brushing the tree bark in vibrant reds and oranges that reminisced on the coming autumn. And that’s when it blinded me. Not the sun, but a light! A bright white light engulfed the entirely

RP Comfort Meme (Story-of-Sawsbucks Edition) A valuable meme for any role-player! Come display your comfort levels so your role-play partners are aware of what they can do, and of what they should avoid! A healthy relationship between role-play partners is the key to a good time! While this meme shows the basics, please remember to communicate with your role-play partners! Role Play Basics Locations I am comfortable doing: - DA Comments - DA Notes - Discord - Google Docs - Other Participants I am comfortable with: - One on one role plays. - Up to three people. - Up to four people. - Five or more people! - As big as possible! Post Length I usually write about: - One or two sentences. - One or two paragraphs. - Two to five paragraphs. - More than five paragraphs. - A few pages worth. I am comfortable role-playing with people who write: - One or two sentences. - One or two paragraphs. - Two to five paragraphs. - More than five paragraphs. - A few pages worth. Role-play

ElfSama | Rye “Kowagungaaaaa!” A pink murkrow boy screeched! “Gerry-ala-mode!” A murkrow girl hollered! SPLASH! Two young murkrows cannonballed into the pool, splashing anyone within about a mile radius. Behind them came a more timid boy, a duskull, who held a masked person’s hand. Rye. Now, Rye was their parent. Rye was not fond of water, in fact! Rye despised it! It sucked at their feathers, weighed them down, and in all honesty, it was frightening. Alas! Oh, woe! Rye’s spouse was a tentacool with a passion for the sea and thus their offspring had his swimming abilities! Rye would not swim this day. They wore no swimsuit and instead perched beneath an umbrella with their young infant, a shedinja baby. They gave Ichabod a box of chalk to graffiti the concrete with while beginning to survey the other occupants of the hotel pool. Yes, Rye would not swim in water, but they would dip their fingers into bags abandoned. AmberLepu | Pen This place had a pool? Having only just gotten