What's your favorite Cryptid?

Mine is the Long Horse because he's friendly and tries to help others even though he has a creepy appearance :3

-prayer request
-TW: SH

hey y'all. i have a prayer request. a friend of mine on roblox is desperate to commit suc!de. all we can do now is hope.
prayers would be accepted :)

god loves you all <3

I have no idea how i do it these days
but i’m getting too much sleep and still feeling tired
daylight savings time doesn’t even have anything to do with it, it was long enough ago and hasn’t had this type of effects on me ever

am i dying 🤠

can we get an F in the chat for LegendarySi?

У меня дома завалялось много Советской всячины (в основном открытки), так что возможно буду делиться время от времени, если таковое время найдётся.

I have a lot of Soviet stuff at home (mostly postcards), so I'll probably be sharing these from time to time when I can.

The 3rd Forge Jam is coming soon! Stay tuned into The Forge's activities by following us if you aren't already.

Congrats to Dreadstrike Inferniclaw for getting The Forge on the popular reel with their mob skin!

Our first two inductees to the honor reel have been chosen! First up is TheCrypteral, for obvious reasons, and second is LogMaiden, for her amazing art!

(Sorry I'm late)

Chapter 9 – The First Few (Flashback Chapter)

2 years ago...

   A Raven soars through the mountain air. It starts to soar downwards. It dodges a pine tree branch. It flies reaches an old battlefield. Filled with soldiers. Soldiers from a war fought long ago. It glides past bodies that still lay there. The Raven has a black letter tied to its back. The letter has an emblem with an anvil and a flame. The Raven finally reaches a cabin. The cabin is small. It’s made of pine wood and the roof is covered with snow. It’s situated on a mountain near lots of pine trees. The Raven lands in the open window of the cabin. It shakes and the letter falls off. It screams and flies away. A man, Geneva, goes into the room where the Raven left the letter. He walks over to it.

    “Chaos? Don’t make me fight again. You know how that went.” Says Geneva. He opens the letter. It reads,

    “Geneva. I know you don’t like being talked to. Especially after the last time you helped someone. But I don’t need you to join a war. I would like to know if you would be interested in joining a group. A clan. The Forge. It’s a blacksmith clan. It will be important. Trust me. The Emblem on the letter is our emblem. I’d like to invite you to be a part of The Forge... One of The First Few.”

Chapter 8 – Joy

“I feel something I haven’t felt in a while. I feel something inside of me. It feels good.” Says Geneva. He looks at the quest board. Filled with quests to be completed after being empty for so long. He looks at his friends. He looks at all the smiths hammering. He looks at the door and sees new people asking to join.

“It’s not over yet, but it’s working. I haven’t felt this way since... The old days. Our progress is so rapid. Since I first came back and there was no one. To now and there is many. There is still work to be done. But I’m doing pretty good.” He says. He looks once again at his friends. All having fun. Forging together. Geneva smiles. Something that until yesterday he had not done for a long time.

“I can’t believe all this. People have come back. Even the great Forge Council has come back. They all came back... As unbelievable as it may seem I’ve learned a lot in the past few days. And most of that was as a person. First I learned that it doesn’t matter how little you may seem or be or think yourself to be.
You can still do amazing things. Second I learned that you can’t jump to conclusions. Because they might have a reason you don’t know about. Or were too blind to see. Third I learned that even the scariest looking man can be the kindest. And finally Fourth... I relearned true joy.”

A board is hammered into the ground, and four tiny slips of paper are nailed on it.
The quest board is (finally) back!
Every few days, it will be restocked with new and different quests that can be done for prestige.

please leave suggestions!

Chapter 7 – Who Rules Me

“They all come. What I’ve started. It’s working. I did what you did. And they come. Your legacy is no longer a myth. They stare at the flame. They smash their hammers. They befriend each other. We’ve gained more followers. New and old.” Says Geneva. He walks into his bedroom and stares at his sword.

“It’s all working. IGEBM has called upon the council to get their say on the tournament. Entity is working on making weapons. Silas is... Silas is here I guess.” Says Geneva. He grabs his sword. He runs his finger down the blade.

“So, now all I wonder is what’s next? What do I do now. I can’t just sit here and wait. I must do something. What shall I do?” he says. He walks to the door of The Council Room. It’s locked. He nods and then it unlocks. That’s what it would seem like to one person at least, but to Geneva a flaming ghost figure reached his hand out and unlocked the door.

“They think you left all this. But you didn’t. They believe you left them with nothing. But you left all of us with your spark. You were always talking about that fire. How important it was. I never knew what you meant. Until you appeared from it.” Says Geneva as he looks at their old leader’s throne. He walks out of the council room and to their leader’s anvil.

“You left us with something that we had to wait for. You waited for the right moment. You waited for the moment when someone who wanted to revive this clan walked through the door. You left us with your Flame. You are who rules me... Leader.”