Boredom is eating away at my soul... HALP MEH PLEASE

Jay smiled, "Are we trying to start a war here?"

"If we think we can win the war, then yes."

Jay sighed, "Then we should organize an attack strategy."

/Hey, y'all, since we haven't been able to role play at all yet really, I think I'm gonna drop out. You can just kill my character or pretend like he didn't exist. Bye/

\ oh ok… :( \

Can I join?

\ can we revive this? \

(I hope so… I really like the concept.)

(this rp group is the biggest mood of all time)

( LET'S DO THIS PEOPLE… YOUR CREATOR IS HERE TO HELP)

(YAY)

(Yeah…)

(but can i join?)

(can i join too?)

(Yeah)

(WOOT WOOT!)

\ yay! \

\ typhoon, would you mind moving this to fantasy tavern? \

(I would if I could honey)

\ you can. go into edit this topic, and click the dropdown about the board its in \

(okay thanks)

\ no problem \

Jay sighed, "Then we should organize an attack strategy."

"Finally someone is talking some sense." Farryn breathed a sigh of relief that this meeting seemed to finally be heading into productive territory.
"In my opinion, we need to gain a foothold in the empire. If we take over a city with good defence and resources, we can go from there. Any other ideas?"

A hand slowly raised up from the back, a bit timid.

"I think that's perfect. But how will we find out more about what happened to Jay?"

Farryn was unsure how she had ended up running this meeting, but she decided to go with it. "Yes?" Farryn enquired, before adding rather scathingly, "and for future reference, we are NOT 10 years old and we are NOT in a school, and I am NOT a teacher, so please don't act like it."

Farryn turned around. "I don't know," she admitted. "I don't know much about demons."

The person sighed then spoke up, "Fine, MA'AM," They fired then took a deep breath and spoke. "What about having someone who works closely with the government influence the head in order to put them where we want them? I mean, I'm all for an attack strategy, but we're in no place to attack at this moment. The government is too strong and we are too few. If we get them where we want them, we can strike from the inside, out."

Though the speaker was insolent, their ideas were sound. “I like the sound of that,” Farryn conceded.
“What’s your name?”

(lol)