Busy, busy day! Or, at least, he pretended it was when he heard the ever-so familiar voice. Ugh. For days. Turning around in a half-circle, the dark toned man faced Franz and puffs out a sigh.Â
"Hello." Oscare actually managed to reply, which is a rarity for him towards Franz. Can't forget the time he got cleaved by an axe.
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This entry is dated as the 4th Sun of the Fifth Astral Moon.
"I wonder..." Oscare hums in his dark room in the Goblet, flipping pages on a little book on his desk. A small little lamp was the only thing that lit the room, which didn't really do too much of an excellent job as it only lit Oscare's little desk. He turned through the book, skimming through each page and giving them at maximum a two second glance. Though as brief as he read, he seemed to be looking for something.
"Where did I put that?" He creeps through the room and places the book in his shelf, fishing out for another one. "I could've sw---"
The entry abruptly ends here.
"Hello." Oscare actually managed to reply, which is a rarity for him towards Franz. Can't forget the time he got cleaved by an axe.
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This entry is dated as the 4th Sun of the Fifth Astral Moon.
"I wonder..." Oscare hums in his dark room in the Goblet, flipping pages on a little book on his desk. A small little lamp was the only thing that lit the room, which didn't really do too much of an excellent job as it only lit Oscare's little desk. He turned through the book, skimming through each page and giving them at maximum a two second glance. Though as brief as he read, he seemed to be looking for something.
"Where did I put that?" He creeps through the room and places the book in his shelf, fishing out for another one. "I could've sw---"
The entry abruptly ends here.
"Critical fails; for when the GM sobs at night and the players get free checks."
