I walked down the stairs, to see a guy walkig up then. I hadn't seen him before. I stopped to look at him. He stared at me.

"Hi." I smiled, giving a wave. "I'm Skyrah."

"Korma." He said, and just...dissapearing. I was confused. I looked over, and saw Korma again. I went to the obsidian room, and saw him sat down on the step.

"Skyrah, would you be willing...to do a little job for me?"

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Welcome to the hideout for misfit characters. Otherwise known as The Hideout. I hope you will enjoy your stay here, and please don't leave without saying 'goodbye'!

I haven't a clue what is going on. Until somebody informs me, this will remain as it is. (A space where there would otherwise be a synopsis).


Rules and Guidelines
1. This is a house in the middle of nowhere. It can only be reached on foot or by magic.
2. Do not write from another characters point of view without their permission; do not kill off their character without discussing it with them.
3. Please read previous chapters and do not interfere with the personality that has been given to other characters before your chapter, and do not change individual plots if other people are working on them.
4. It's quite hard to leave this house - you'll see that soon.
5. Please don't use any 'mature' content, and please don't use swear-words or other not-so-pleasant content.
6. Thanks, and have fun!

Most importantly, have fun, be safe, and don't give out your real name or address!

Yours,
Delorfinde Mairim Telcontar

updated Mar 25 '10 by delorfinde