Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26376061-20160816064119/@comment-26517142-20160816213127

(Me too me friend.... seconded)

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A lonely figure docks at the shores of the Zipangu region. She was cloaked. Blood red went her lips. A long, missbegotten object was on her waist, strapped for convenience. "Here." She asks the ferryman. "Drop me here. "

"Fine, miss..........?"

"Raioh. "

She moves in a hurried pacing, away from the boat, unaware of the troubles about to stir.....