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Today is the big day! You got up and quickly made your bed, today was your birthday, and the day you were gonna film with VenturianTale!
You got dressed, and loosly braided your long brown hair. "There" you sighed. "I'm ready for the day".
The hours passed by slowly until. "Ring! Ring!" There's the Skype call! You rushed to the computer and clicked the answer button.
"Hello (____)!! Good to see you!" Four voices said simultaneously. You responded rather shakily "H-hi guys!"
You chatted for a few minutes while Jordan set up the video. "Ready guys?" Jordan asked. "Of course" Said the siblings. "And what about you (___)?" He asked. "Huh? Oh, yeah!" You said firmly. "It's okay to be nervous" said Cierra. "Haha okay." You responded. "Let's do this thing!"
You knew that this was gonna be a day to remember.
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Poet's Birthday
I sighed at the repetitive sound of Dwarven junk beneath my boots.
She’s cleaning this up tomorrow, I thought to myself.
I looked up as Tauriel entered the room. She shared the same exasperated look as I. She looked down at the debris on the stone floor.
“She has been at it all day,” she sighed.
“I can imagine.”
“I’ll give her this,” said Serana, idly knocking on the arm of the Dwarven Centurian as if she were testing it’s quality, “the little tike is quite the craftsmen.”
I chuckled. Just then, a very cheerful Poet came skipping into the room with Nav following close
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The SkyrimTale and FalloutTale Connection
The Elder Scrolls. The center of all our live’s worries and joys. Far north in the lands of Tamriel, at the peak of the world, the top of High Hrothgar, stood two figures. For most creatures, Vahl and Jordan were only visible while standing directly next to them, but Parthunax’s Dovah vision was far too superior for Skyrim’s grim weather.
The two were standing quietly. Vahl the dark elf, her glowing bow fading in and out of existence strapped to her back, and her jet-black cape dancing in the chaos of the snowstorm. Jordan the twenty-first century human, translucent like a ghost, yet as real as a cheese-roll. He was not in
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you aren't him
"Johnny i-i'm not who you think i am" said Johnny Ghost "but sir i've known you for years i know who you are" said Johnny Toast "NO YOU DON'T!!" said Johnny Ghost "not even close" said Johnny Ghost "sir?" said Johnny Toast "those news reports Toast the ones about the murders" said Johnny Ghost "what do you mean sir?" asked Johnny Toast "the news reports about Jimmy Casket" said Johnny Ghost "but sir why are you worrying about those?" said Johnny Toast "cause.....i-i i dunno how to say this but i'm Jimmy Casket......" said Johnny Ghost "but sir hes a murderer you're a paranormal investigator you're completely different besides you have remorse
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Sucks i don't live anywhere near them