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[{ PEREGRINE }]

Fashionably Annoying Quail
Asking the stupid questions so you won't have to!

What is Frythren? What does it language does it come from and what does it mean?

Frythen is a word I made up. It is from a language known as Snarky Pipglish and frythren is the residue left over on nose condoms after a thorough make-out session. If you and your partner are not using nose condoms, then you're not being safe, so go out and get some fricken' nose condoms! The world is already filled with too many nose-children and unwanted nose-grencies! It's no laughing matter!

How would you define this site?

We are a medieval-ish fantasy site with a loose plot. We are just starting out, so it is my hope that the plot becomes more defined over time. For now, the emphasis will be on the individual characters forming their own sub-plots.

What part of the world is it set in?

Frythren is not set on Earth. It is set in an imaginary land that does not really exist (but don't tell the children that, let them have their innocence a little longer). Hang on, what children?!

Are there canons?

Yes, there are. And more are constantly being added and I come up with them, so stay tuned.

Where is the character application? I haven't found it anywhere!

You have to go Character Creation --> Pending Applications --> New Thread and a nifty form will appear -- just like magic! Please note: if you are using Google Chrome and you have a lot of tabs open, the form often won't load.

Why is this site not historically accurate?

Because I'm way too fond of comedy RPing to be fact-checking for myself and others all the time. I do enjoy a good realistic RP site every once again, but that's beside the point. The point is, things will probably get a little ridiculous here and in order to be ridiculous, one needs a little wiggle room.

Why are you so funny?

Because I'm on drugs.

Are you serious?

No, I, Peregrine, am hardly ever serious. Where would be the fun in that? Now, sometimes I am Sirius when my lover Jacob Black and I transform into giant, shaggy canines in desperate need of a shave and run around naked under the full moon. On those occasions, yes, I am Sirius.