Katsumi looked around. He saw the samurais had barely left. They were playing with his dagger. His expression darkened and he faded. The samurais thought no more than it was starting to mist. He was right there, on one of their shoulders. "You have something of mine." He said.
(longer posts remember)
The Inn of Peace (and other rp)
A role playing guild from non to fully literate role plays.
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