To The Nine Worlds (Inactive)

Game Master Signore di Fortuna

Chosen by Woden, our adventurers search for the lost gods. Combat Map


8,551 to 8,600 of 9,161 << first < prev | 167 | 168 | 169 | 170 | 171 | 172 | 173 | 174 | 175 | 176 | 177 | next > last >>

Female Dhampir Gunslinger 4; HP: 32/33; AC: 17, T: 14, FF: 13, Init: +4; Fort: +4, Ref: +8, Will: +4; Perception +10

Nodding her head again she looks from the other woman back to him, "Thank you again." Taking a step towards the fair skinned stranger she extends her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you Dagmarr, my name is Rosalina Luri...but most people just call me Rosa or Rose. I'm sorry if I seem a little unsettled by all of this." She says, a note of nervousness in her voice. Her violet colored eyes seem to dart back and forth between Galdur and Dagmarr before looking around the room at her surroundings. She seems to be about five foot four with a nice dark caramel complexion and wavy black hair. Taking a breath she moves some hair behind one of her ears in a nervous sort of habit way while letting out her breath slowly.


♀ Human Cleric 4: HP 28/28/: AC 18 Touch 10 FF 18 : Fort: +6 Reflex:+1 Will:+8 : Channel 7/7 Rebuke Death 7/7

Dagmarr stands, noting Rosalina’s petite frame as she extends a hand in greeting. She had the look of someone who’d seen more than their fair share of danger, an awareness in the unusual violet eyes that darted around the room, trying to take everything in at once. Despite the indication of a slight nervousness, the way she tucked her wavy black hair behind her ear, she also seemed to have a quiet focus that felt like she was definitely greeting a fellow warrior. ”Please to meet you Rosalina…or Rosa…whatever you prefer to be called.” the cleric says in amiable greeting. ”I definitely understand the feeling, I joined the others not all that long ago, though it seems almost a world away.” she says with a slight chuckle.

”If you’d like, I can help you get your stuff settled and answer any questions I’m able to.”


Female Dhampir Gunslinger 4; HP: 32/33; AC: 17, T: 14, FF: 13, Init: +4; Fort: +4, Ref: +8, Will: +4; Perception +10

She nods and returns the smile, her fangs showing for just a moment as she does so. Picking up her bag she says, "Sure, he said something about a room. If you could show me where it is that would be great, and then maybe you could just kind of fill me in on what we're doing here? Other than that I can't really think of much to ask right now." She pockets the bullets and black powder for now until they can get to her room where she can clean and load her gun properly.

He's a God, so I'm gonna assume he knew that she would need black powder tho go with the bullets even though it wasn't actually stated.


♀ Human Skald 4: HP 22/26: AC 19 Touch 12 FF 17 : Fort: +6 (+7 vs cold effects/ +10 vs cold environment) Reflex:+3 Will:+4 (+8 saving throws made against bardic performance/ sonic or language-dependent effects.) Cold Resistance: 2

Finally:
Surrendering her body to her lover’s tender mercies, the skald bites her lip to stifle her moans as Jerrica teases her nipples to an achingly sweet hardness, her legs parting fully to give her full access, the deft fingers slipping inside her dripping folds causing her to grip the bed sheets in pleasure as her other hand runs through her lover’s hair, the war singer’s body the instrument, the rogue the skilled musician playing a masterpiece with her every touch.


♀ Human Cleric 4: HP 28/28/: AC 18 Touch 10 FF 18 : Fort: +6 Reflex:+1 Will:+8 : Channel 7/7 Rebuke Death 7/7

Knowledge Religion: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16

As Rosalina smiles, Dagmarr notes the small but noticeable fangs, suddenly able to place what she didn't realize she was noticing about the other woman's almost inhumanly fluid movements and exoticism.

She'd encountered dhampir before, and knew well enough to know that despite having partial vampire parentage, they were people just like anyone else and just as likely to follow a good path as they were to take after their predatory parent. After all, a person was who they chose to be, not who they happened to be born.

"Sure, right this way, do you need any help with your things?" she asks turning to lead her up the stairs.


Female Dhampir Gunslinger 4; HP: 32/33; AC: 17, T: 14, FF: 13, Init: +4; Fort: +4, Ref: +8, Will: +4; Perception +10

Looking thoughtful as she follows Dagmarr she says, "I don't really have that much with me, but I wouldn't mind staying up and talking for a little bit. That is if you're not too tired, otherwise filling me in can wait till the morning."


♀ Human Cleric 4: HP 28/28/: AC 18 Touch 10 FF 18 : Fort: +6 Reflex:+1 Will:+8 : Channel 7/7 Rebuke Death 7/7

"I'd be fine with filling you in, I was going to stay up for a bit anyway." Dagmarr says, leading her up the stairs. "So this is it." she says indicating the empty room. "Get yourself settled and I'll start from the beginning...or as much as I know of the beginning."


Female Dhampir Gunslinger 4; HP: 32/33; AC: 17, T: 14, FF: 13, Init: +4; Fort: +4, Ref: +8, Will: +4; Perception +10

She nods, "Alright....and thanks." She says while putting her things away. Taking off her long leather coat, she removes a long cylindrical metal looking object. Sitting on the bed she starts taking it apart and cleaning it methodically. She's wearing a deep red top with a studded leather corset over it, and dark leather breeches.


♀ Human Cleric 4: HP 28/28/: AC 18 Touch 10 FF 18 : Fort: +6 Reflex:+1 Will:+8 : Channel 7/7 Rebuke Death 7/7

"That's and interesting device," Dagmarr comments, watching Rosalina work on the complex looking object. "Tool or weapon?" she asks, curious.


Female Dhampir Gunslinger 4; HP: 32/33; AC: 17, T: 14, FF: 13, Init: +4; Fort: +4, Ref: +8, Will: +4; Perception +10

She smiles while putting the cleaned pieces back together, "It depends on how you use it. It's called a gun, I call this one Betsy and she is usually a weapon, but I can also use her to seal wounds after firing her." After it's reassembled she takes out the bullets and black powder and shows her how to load it, "I always keep her ready to use, just in case. This weapon allows me to hit a target that's much further away." She explains after loading it. Pulling the warhammer from behind her back she says, "Of course I always haved this as a back up in case I have to get close to something."


1 person marked this as a favorite.
Female Human Rogue (Unchained) 4; HP: 27/27; AC: 18, FF: 13, T: 15; F: +2, R: +8, W: +2; Init: +4; Perception: +8

Finally:
Jerrica continues to use her fingers to coax the pleasant moans from Sig while leaving a trail of kisses down the skald's abdomen. Finally, she comes to her love's soft, pink flesh and teases it with her tongue as well as her fingers. One day, she would hear Sig's cries of pleasure without having to be considerate of other people nearby.


♀ Human Cleric 4: HP 28/28/: AC 18 Touch 10 FF 18 : Fort: +6 Reflex:+1 Will:+8 : Channel 7/7 Rebuke Death 7/7

Dagmarr smiles. "Impressive, sound like a very powerful version of something like a crossbow." Thinking for a moment she adds, "It'll be good to have another warrior with us and ranged combat is something that only Frostine...she's our sorceress and honestly, our leader,....she's the only one who really does much ranged fighting."

"So where to begin. Apparently the god Loki, in the guise of a spoiled little brat of a princess, has been betraying the other gods. Lord Woden is the head of the pantheon and even he was initially betrayed and eventually aided by my other companions. I joined them when their other healer left to return to his home plane. We’ve been traversing the nine realms trying to undo Loki’s twisted plots, free the gods he’s betrayed and helping the people hurt by his meddling. Right now the dwarves here have had to deal with the dark elves and spiderkin that were kidnapping their citizens.” she says pausing to let Rosa absorb everything she'd said so far.


Female Dhampir Gunslinger 4; HP: 32/33; AC: 17, T: 14, FF: 13, Init: +4; Fort: +4, Ref: +8, Will: +4; Perception +10

She just sits there and listens. It all seemed so fantastic, Gods in need of aid, different realms....but after being brought here by their main God tho help them, she couldn't do anything but believe what she told her. After thinking about itf for a couple minutes she says thoughtfully, "Yeah, it's like a crossbow. Only a little louder and with a bit more kick. It sounds like you all have been dealing with some nasty stuff, and while I may not understand everything about what is going on...I will do my very best to help you...uh all of you I mean." She says with another smile.


♀ Human Cleric 4: HP 28/28/: AC 18 Touch 10 FF 18 : Fort: +6 Reflex:+1 Will:+8 : Channel 7/7 Rebuke Death 7/7

"It's a pleasure to have you with us." Dagmarr says with a smile.

"You'll probably meet the others in the morning. Frostine and Thorgr, he's our frontline fighter, just got married so, their having a little honeymoon in a private cabin while we have a bit of down time. The other two members of our group, Jerrica and Sig.....they already went to bed."


♀ Human Skald 4: HP 22/26: AC 19 Touch 12 FF 17 : Fort: +6 (+7 vs cold effects/ +10 vs cold environment) Reflex:+3 Will:+4 (+8 saving throws made against bardic performance/ sonic or language-dependent effects.) Cold Resistance: 2

Finally:
Awash with pleasure as her lover tends to her body, teasing her tender flesh, Sig’s legs wrap around Jerrica’s back as her thighs quiver with pleasure, one hand tangled in the sheets as she bites down on the back of the other to stifle her moans.


Female Dhampir Gunslinger 4; HP: 32/33; AC: 17, T: 14, FF: 13, Init: +4; Fort: +4, Ref: +8, Will: +4; Perception +10

She nods, "Thank you, I look forward to meeting them. Well, it sounds like we're going to be busy soon, so I had better get some sleep. Thanks for staying up to explain things to me." She says with another little smile before yawning slightly.


Female Human Rogue (Unchained) 4; HP: 27/27; AC: 18, FF: 13, T: 15; F: +2, R: +8, W: +2; Init: +4; Perception: +8

Finally:
Feeling Sig quiver, Jerrica increases her pace, her tongue gliding along her lover's slick and sensitive bud. The rogue takes the tender flesh between her lips, sucking on it gently as she withdraws her fingers. As the skald peaks, Jerrica releases her love's pearl. She sensually puts her fingers in her mouth. "Mmm, you seemed to enjoy that."


♀ Human Cleric 4: HP 28/28/: AC 18 Touch 10 FF 18 : Fort: +6 Reflex:+1 Will:+8 : Channel 7/7 Rebuke Death 7/7

"My pleasure Rosalina...or do you prefer Rosa? I'll see you in the morning." Dagmarr says with a smile as she gets up.


Female Dhampir Gunslinger 4; HP: 32/33; AC: 17, T: 14, FF: 13, Init: +4; Fort: +4, Ref: +8, Will: +4; Perception +10

Smiling with a slight blush to her cheeks as she walks Dagmarr to the door, "Well...my friends just call me Rosa, so...you could just call me Rosa. I mean...all of you could call me Rosa since we're going to be friends...right?" She says while crinkling her nose a bit as she smiles and blushes. I just got here, what the hells is wrong with me? Why should I feel so....giddy? I just need some sleep...yeah that's it...sleep. She thinks while trying to figure out why a simple conversation should have her blushing and acting like some silly school girl.


♀ Human Skald 4: HP 22/26: AC 19 Touch 12 FF 17 : Fort: +6 (+7 vs cold effects/ +10 vs cold environment) Reflex:+3 Will:+4 (+8 saving throws made against bardic performance/ sonic or language-dependent effects.) Cold Resistance: 2

Finally:
Grabbing a pillow and clutching it to her face Sig stifles her cries of pleasure as the waves of orgasm crash over her the skald's body shaking as her lover's tongue and fingers take her over the edge. Still awash with aftershocks she looks down her body at Jerrica's beautiful face and her wildly arousing expression as she erotically sucks the juices from her fingers.

"Gods yes!! ......so...hhhn....good." she pants, reaching to caress Jerrica's face. Sitting up shakingly, she pulls her close, kissing her passionately, tasting herself on her lover's lips. "You're so good to me." she whispers, kissing down Jerrica's neck, alon her collarbone, running the tip of her tongue down the curve of one of her beautiful breasts before tracing slow, teasing circles around her nipple, her finger doing the same with the other as she caresses her body.


♀ Human Cleric 4: HP 28/28/: AC 18 Touch 10 FF 18 : Fort: +6 Reflex:+1 Will:+8 : Channel 7/7 Rebuke Death 7/7

Smiling back Dagmarr nods. " I definitely think we'll all be friends." the cleric replies, noting the pretty blush that spreads across Rosa's cheeks. "Rosa it is then, have a good night Rosa I hope you sleep well. See you in the morning." she says with a warm smile, before turning down the hall.

She had a feeling Rosa would fit in rather well with their little group, she seemed like a good person.......a dynamic personality......in a very cute package. That last thought coming as a bit of surprise, though it made her smile more.


1 person marked this as a favorite.
Female Dhampir Gunslinger 4; HP: 32/33; AC: 17, T: 14, FF: 13, Init: +4; Fort: +4, Ref: +8, Will: +4; Perception +10

Rosa's smile seems to get a little wider, her fangs peeking out from it, giving her smile a pixie like quality. Standing in the doorway she nods, "You too Dagmarr, and I'll see you in the morning." Sighing softly she closes the door and goes to the bed, flopping down on her back she smiles. True, this was nothing like where she came from....but right now, that's not such a bad thing. In fact, she was looking forward to getting to know all of them better. Especially that stunning healer. Her thoughts seem to stop as she feels a strange sensation spread from her tummy to her toes. She had no idea what this feeling was, or where it came from, but it didn't feel bad or wrong. Realizing she was still in her armor and clothes, and feeling rather uncomfortable, she takes them off and lays down under the covers in her undergarments. For some reason she felt better about being here now, and soon falls asleep with a soft smile on her lips.


Female Human Rogue (Unchained) 4; HP: 27/27; AC: 18, FF: 13, T: 15; F: +2, R: +8, W: +2; Init: +4; Perception: +8

Finally:
Jerrica moans, her nipples stiffening even more. She yields against the skald's touch, falling onto the bed. "Only because you're so good to me too."


♀ Human Skald 4: HP 22/26: AC 19 Touch 12 FF 17 : Fort: +6 (+7 vs cold effects/ +10 vs cold environment) Reflex:+3 Will:+4 (+8 saving throws made against bardic performance/ sonic or language-dependent effects.) Cold Resistance: 2

Finally:
The skald feverishly lavishes attention on her lover's breasts, licking, sucking and teasing her nipples to full arousal, her hands and mouth driving the rogue wild with need. "You deserve nothing but the best my love. Sig whispers, rolling Jerrica onto her back as she begins a trail of slow sensual kisses down the rogue's body, her fingertips gliding over her svelte hips, before caressing the insides of her thighs, kneading the soft flesh there as her kissed move ever lower.


So, what's Dagmarr going to do since the bedroom she shares with Sig and Jerrica is "occupied"?


Female Human Rogue (Unchained) 4; HP: 27/27; AC: 18, FF: 13, T: 15; F: +2, R: +8, W: +2; Init: +4; Perception: +8

Finally:
Jerrica uses one of the pillows to muffle her moans as Sig drives her closer to ecstasy. She moves her hips in anticipation as the skald kisses closer to her most sensitive spot.


F Human Sorcerer [Boreal (Rime-Blooded)]4; HP: 21/21; AC: 13, FF: 10, T: 12; Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +6; Perception +5; Init: +2

Well, since we're not there she could always use our room.


♀ Human Skald 4: HP 22/26: AC 19 Touch 12 FF 17 : Fort: +6 (+7 vs cold effects/ +10 vs cold environment) Reflex:+3 Will:+4 (+8 saving throws made against bardic performance/ sonic or language-dependent effects.) Cold Resistance: 2

Finally:
Feeling her lover's insatiable need, along with her own hunger, Sig kisses along Jerrica's hips and down the insides of her thighs, before tracing a line back up with the tip of her tongue. Gently parting the rogue's slick folds with her fingers, she gives a few tentative flicks with her tongue, smiling as Jerrica's body shudders in reaction.

Delving into her love's tender flesh, she coaxes her slowly towards her peak, sucking softly on her tender bud as she slips first one finger, then another into her, caressing her soft wet flesh, the sound of Jerrica's stifled moans arousing her anew as she rubs against the rumpled bedsheets, sharing in her lover's climb.


1 person marked this as a favorite.
♀ Human Cleric 4: HP 28/28/: AC 18 Touch 10 FF 18 : Fort: +6 Reflex:+1 Will:+8 : Channel 7/7 Rebuke Death 7/7

Considering for a moment, Dagmarr heads to the room usually used by Thorgr and Frostine. Vacant for the night, her sleeping there would ensure Jerrica and Sig as much time as they needed to themselves, and she would most likely be up well before they returned.

Stripping down to her under garments, the cleric climbs into bed, drawing the blankets over her as she settles in, a sense of positivity far beyond what she'd been feeling recently, settling over her as she drifts off to sleep.


Female Human Rogue (Unchained) 4; HP: 27/27; AC: 18, FF: 13, T: 15; F: +2, R: +8, W: +2; Init: +4; Perception: +8

Finally:
Her moans increasing in pitch, Jerrica continues to hold down the pillow with one hand and clutch the bed with the other. She feels that warm electricity go through her body again as she nears her peak. The rogue goes limp as she orgasms, her energy spent and her body yearning simply to be held by Sig.

She casts the pillow aside, still shaking from the blissful moment. "Oooh, so...so...good..."


♀ Human Skald 4: HP 22/26: AC 19 Touch 12 FF 17 : Fort: +6 (+7 vs cold effects/ +10 vs cold environment) Reflex:+3 Will:+4 (+8 saving throws made against bardic performance/ sonic or language-dependent effects.) Cold Resistance: 2

Finally:
The climax surging through her lover's body spurs Sig to another small crest of her own as she laps at Jerrica's juices drawing out her orgasm until her body lay spent. Crawling up the bed, she takes the love of her life into her arms, holding her close and kissing Her lovingly."Mmm....wonderful." she whispers breathlessly.


Female Human Rogue (Unchained) 4; HP: 27/27; AC: 18, FF: 13, T: 15; F: +2, R: +8, W: +2; Init: +4; Perception: +8

"We better straighten out these sheets before we fall asleep," Jerrica says, returning Sig's kisses.


♀ Human Skald 4: HP 22/26: AC 19 Touch 12 FF 17 : Fort: +6 (+7 vs cold effects/ +10 vs cold environment) Reflex:+3 Will:+4 (+8 saving throws made against bardic performance/ sonic or language-dependent effects.) Cold Resistance: 2

"Yeah.."Sig says with a giggle, before sitting up. "You just lie there and look beautiful, I've got it." Sig says, standing up on wobbly legs and beginning to make less of a mess of the bed. Humming a happy little tune, she conjures up the magic to clean up.

Prestidigitation.


Female Human Rogue (Unchained) 4; HP: 27/27; AC: 18, FF: 13, T: 15; F: +2, R: +8, W: +2; Init: +4; Perception: +8

Jerrica grins and holds out her arms for Sig.


♀ Human Skald 4: HP 22/26: AC 19 Touch 12 FF 17 : Fort: +6 (+7 vs cold effects/ +10 vs cold environment) Reflex:+3 Will:+4 (+8 saving throws made against bardic performance/ sonic or language-dependent effects.) Cold Resistance: 2

Beaming, Sig gets back into bed, slipping into her love's arms as she pulls the covers over them, snuggling close. "I love you so much."


Female Human Rogue (Unchained) 4; HP: 27/27; AC: 18, FF: 13, T: 15; F: +2, R: +8, W: +2; Init: +4; Perception: +8

"Mm, I love you too, Sig," Jerrica says, giving the skald a tender kiss. "Good night."


♀ Human Skald 4: HP 22/26: AC 19 Touch 12 FF 17 : Fort: +6 (+7 vs cold effects/ +10 vs cold environment) Reflex:+3 Will:+4 (+8 saving throws made against bardic performance/ sonic or language-dependent effects.) Cold Resistance: 2

"Goodnight Jeri." Sig answers, holding her close as sleep sweeps in to envelop the worn out couple.


The next day arrives and you all awaken refreshed.


F Human Sorcerer [Boreal (Rime-Blooded)]4; HP: 21/21; AC: 13, FF: 10, T: 12; Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +6; Perception +5; Init: +2

Frostine yawns and snuggles a little closer to Thorgr as she starts to wake up.


Female Dhampir Gunslinger 4; HP: 32/33; AC: 17, T: 14, FF: 13, Init: +4; Fort: +4, Ref: +8, Will: +4; Perception +10

Rosalina sits up in the bed and stretches, a small smile on her face as she thinks about her talk with Dagmarr the night before. Letting out a little sigh she gets up and gets dressed in her dark leather breeches and long sleeve deep red blouse with frilly ruffles at the wrists. She would leave her armor off for now until she found out what they would be doing today. Once she gets her boots on she separates her hair into two sections and puts a pony tail on each side of her head while her bangs are swept back and held in place with a couple of small hair combs.

Once she's ready she heads downstairs.


1 person marked this as a favorite.
♀ Human Cleric 4: HP 28/28/: AC 18 Touch 10 FF 18 : Fort: +6 Reflex:+1 Will:+8 : Channel 7/7 Rebuke Death 7/7

Awakening early, Dagmarr greets the day with a greater sense of hope than she has in a while. Rationally, she could attribute it to a number of things, but she had to admit that part of it was looking forward to getting to know Rosa and introducing her to the others. The thought of the dazzling woman with the unusual weapon made her smile for some reason.

Getting out of bed, she kneels in prayer to her goddess, feeling Freya smile upon her as she communes with her. Once ready to meet the day, she rises, getting dressed in brown leather breeches and donning a garment that was partway between a dress and a robe, of rich red accented with silver. Considering the possibility of battle today, and the fact that the look flattered her, she arranges her long blond hair in a series of fine braids, opting to leave her armor and weapons until they'd decided the course of action for the day. With a smile she heads downstairs, a grin coming instantly to her lips as she encounters Rosa on her way down. "Good morning Rosa! Did you sleep well?"


Female Dhampir Gunslinger 4; HP: 32/33; AC: 17, T: 14, FF: 13, Init: +4; Fort: +4, Ref: +8, Will: +4; Perception +10

She smiles and nods her head, "Good morning to you as well Dagmarr, and yes, I slept very well. Better than I have in a long time actually." She says as they head downstairs together.


Male Human Fighter 4 HP: 40/46, AC:20 T:11 FF:19, F:+7, R:+3, W:+3 (+1 vs. fear), Perception: +4, Init: +1

"Mm, is it morning already?" Thorgr asks.


Female Human Rogue (Unchained) 4; HP: 27/27; AC: 18, FF: 13, T: 15; F: +2, R: +8, W: +2; Init: +4; Perception: +8

Jerrica slowly awakens and smiles as she feels Sig's arms around her. She playfully runs her fingers along the skald's thigh.


F Human Sorcerer [Boreal (Rime-Blooded)]4; HP: 21/21; AC: 13, FF: 10, T: 12; Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +6; Perception +5; Init: +2

Letting out a little sigh she says, "Yeah...I'm afraid it is my love."


Male Human Fighter 4 HP: 40/46, AC:20 T:11 FF:19, F:+7, R:+3, W:+3 (+1 vs. fear), Perception: +4, Init: +1

"I suppose we should get back to the others," Thorgr says. "As nice as this has been, I'd like to get out of this endless cave sooner rather than later."

He sits up on the edge of the bed, giving Frostine a smile.


F Human Sorcerer [Boreal (Rime-Blooded)]4; HP: 21/21; AC: 13, FF: 10, T: 12; Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +6; Perception +5; Init: +2

Sitting up she stretches and returns his smile, "I know exactly what you mean." Getting up her nightgown turns back into a burgundy dress. She puts her boots on and then gathers their things while he gets ready.


♀ Human Skald 4: HP 22/26: AC 19 Touch 12 FF 17 : Fort: +6 (+7 vs cold effects/ +10 vs cold environment) Reflex:+3 Will:+4 (+8 saving throws made against bardic performance/ sonic or language-dependent effects.) Cold Resistance: 2

"Mmm....now there's a nice feeling to wake up to." Sig murmurs as she awakens, nibbling on Jerrica's ear.


♀ Human Cleric 4: HP 28/28/: AC 18 Touch 10 FF 18 : Fort: +6 Reflex:+1 Will:+8 : Channel 7/7 Rebuke Death 7/7

"Well that's good to hear!" Dagmarr says grinning. "Looks like we're the first ones up."


Female Dhampir Gunslinger 4; HP: 32/33; AC: 17, T: 14, FF: 13, Init: +4; Fort: +4, Ref: +8, Will: +4; Perception +10

Smiling back at her with a slight blush she says, "Yup, looks that way. So...what should we do? Should we just wait for the others before breakfast?"

8,551 to 8,600 of 9,161 << first < prev | 167 | 168 | 169 | 170 | 171 | 172 | 173 | 174 | 175 | 176 | 177 | next > last >>
Community / Forums / Online Campaigns / Play-by-Post / Bored Games (Gameplay) All Messageboards

Want to post a reply? Sign in.