(( ERROR: TOO MANY GOD DAMNED SHIPS TO CHOOSE FROM ))

(( cool cool ))

I'll probably never know.

(( HAHAHAHA
WHAT OLYMPICS? DOS'NT RING A BELL.
ALSO HEYO. NO ONE WILL READ THIS BUT I KNOW I PRETTY MUCH DROPPED THE BALL ON THIS DICK. YEAH HA H AH..........................AH....
I prettymuch have no fucking idea about what to do with my characters. ._.

THAT IS ALL. ))

> You wait for what feels like about an hour, though much more time could have gone by since you had dozed off a few times. Your head wound has healed itself completely.
You look up at the door and see a new local standing in front of you, acompanied by the robed female who caught you snooping around earlier.

(( Ok Imma try and get a few more out for now but its like 4am ))

> You ask the guards at the door of their plans, though its been noted that these people dont understand english, which is the one and only language you know. You suppose you'll just have to wait it out, since you wont be able to go anywhere.

(( I'm sorryyyyy I've just not been in much of a writing mood lately but I really do wanna wrap this up ;_; ))

(( lol I just had hamburgers ewe ))

(( HO-LEE-SHEIT
WHAT HAVE THEY DONE........................................................................................... ))

(( how does one handle calli feels ))

(( omg been gone for like three days? I've been kind of bored with roleplaying again I guess and I just wanted to not care about anything this weekend since exams are coming up in a day or so......... So I played Spore all weekend. I made minecraft mobs u: ))

> You'll just have to wait for them to decide what to do with you.

> You think both of these ideas are futile.

> You once again find yourself in the bright garden area, but you are brought towards a tree that is even bigger than most of the already enormous trees of the forrest, and into one of the large holes that you suppose are doors. The brute leaves you tied up in a room inside the tree.
The room is empty, except for a few plants that grow inside it. Two sentries are stationed outside the room to make sure you stay there.

> Now you are being brought back to the riders' village.

> You have been clawed on the back of your head, and you are tired and sore. You guess you should give up on running. The brute grabs you by the back of your shirt and drags you back under the trees' leafs.

(( I suppose beggars cant be choosers but cant you anons be a bit more serious ;<; ))
> Well you certainly went down, but the brute didnt.