#alsmiffyhere

Lalna’s a Rogue of Doom. We can pester at first or Lalna can show up at your land if you want?))

RP YOGSTUCK WITH MY SMIFF OR MY LALNA, PREFERABLY MY LALNA SINCE SMIFF IS GONNA BE TALKING TO SIPS SOON))

(( heLL YEAH OKAY OKAYOKAY OK AY

/// you have no idea how much this means to me friend oh gosh

I need to rp normalsjin more but I already have 20 threads and 11 drafts to reply too WHOOPS. 

Thank you, I try and keep my followers entertained and happy, nothing makes me sadder than an upset follower so i always start silly stuff. 

Sjin didn't even see it coming. One moment, he had been walking away from an angry slimeman, the next, there was a sharp pain in his side as a sword pierced through his body. 

As the metal pulled away, he fell to his knees, blood pouring out of the wound. Holding his hand there to stop the bleeding, he pulled his coat off and tied it around the wound, not even turning to look at the other before the wound was safely tied and covered.

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while they're sick // aka i hope i do okay

   Smiffy had gotten himself ill, again. There was no doubt about it - he had been playing about with magic and took it yet another step too far. Thaumcraft had its perks, yes, what with arcane levitators and arcane bores being the reason Ross still had a straight back, but the green man would always babble about the practice of the art and bloody hell did it begin to drive Ross insane.

 He would say that his friend deserved it if he didn’t really care about him. Truth was, Ross didn’t really want to spend the rest of his life dealing with Trott by himself, so trying to help Smiffy get back onto his feet was the only option.

   Which was the reason why Ross found himself looming in the doorway, half-in half-out, with a bowl of soup in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other.