Hank said
As if there's any Spam left worthy of awards. This place is a husk.
10/10 would blow air out of nose slightly more than usual
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Jorick said
RIP Renaldo, may your death have some meaning by way of teaching future generations why taking 0 in a stat is never a good idea.
The solution is obviously taking 0 in all stats.
Meh
I'm finding it difficult to come and spam.
Tragic, really.
I'm finding it difficult to come and spam.
Tragic, really.
Brovo said As for the Hunt For Diana team, keep in mind that this is the last post where you won't have much material to work with. Once you enter the underground, there will be plenty of material to work with, and choices to make. Again, sorry about the somewhat railroaded start there... Then again half of you didn't post... So argh. xD
I'll make it up by being first in Diana to post!
Anyways, can't wait to be eaten by mindflayers.
"COME ON, APPRENTICE OF TEILA! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" the tall man boomed as the winds began to throw whips of sand through the air. Muttering a thank you to the man who ushered them in, and took to browsing the shop for a few minutes. The clothes weren’t of poor quality, nor were they of exceptional workmanship. If they lingered long in Southblood, Mathew might do well to come back and acquire a few more nondescript pieces of clothing.
While admiring a particularly fine sand-silk tunic near the scarred woman, he heard the mage speak up, “Hello there, as much as I appreciate the shelter from the storm, I don't suppose you know why I was sent here? Or are you simply the look out..?”
The pirate made his retort, focusing the question unto the shopkeeper. The dwarf hollered in agreement, demanding answers -- was the stodgy dwarf on their side, then? The shopkeeper told of what they might find in the tunnel, ”Mindflayers? Well, there’s always something, isn’t there?” Mathew asked rhetorically, casting out his mental net to glean some unsaid information from the four strangers in the shop if possible. The elf’s mind was curiously silent, as still as a mountain pond. The woman was ambivalent, obviously not a part of their sojourn into the caverns. Stotgar seemed excited to go delving, even moreso at the mention of mindflayers.
When trying to read the door-guard, however, Mathew only received a reply. He heard a Nice try echo from the orange man’s mind. Mathew glanced at him and gave an innocuous smile, replying, Can’t blame a man for trying, can you?
His light probings finished, “Well, I suppose it’s down into the underground we go. I hope no one is claustrophobic.”
TP said
i am offend I'm not on every list.but the fact I'm seen in a positive state by alex makes up for it
less is more
The din of shambling corpses flooded the ears of the party. A familiar fear found its way into Gwenaël’s heart - the shuffling of decaying bodies was not a foreign sound to him. The ranger tried to regather his wits, but before he could do even that, a rush of air followed by a resounding crack raced towards him. The thin, shining spear of ice barrelled into the ranger’s chest, throwing him backwards into the gnarled, deathly bark.
Spitting up some blood, Gwenaël staggered back forward, checking to make sure there wasn’t a gaping hole in his chest. Assured that his armor had taken the brunt of the impact, he kneeled down, pulling out his bow, “If you’re done talking to the voices in your head, I think the answer to your question. Now would be a good time to go all righteous fury on them,” the ranger said after cursing at his injury.
You’re going to regret that, he seethed inwardly, drawing an arrow from his quiver and eyeing the dark where the icicle had come from. I’ll make you regret ever crawling out of your gangrenous mother!
The shot flew true, no doubt making a satisfying thunk upon entering the creature’s rotting chest. Got you Gwenaël smiled to himself, already reaching for another arrow.
Spitting up some blood, Gwenaël staggered back forward, checking to make sure there wasn’t a gaping hole in his chest. Assured that his armor had taken the brunt of the impact, he kneeled down, pulling out his bow, “If you’re done talking to the voices in your head, I think the answer to your question. Now would be a good time to go all righteous fury on them,” the ranger said after cursing at his injury.
You’re going to regret that, he seethed inwardly, drawing an arrow from his quiver and eyeing the dark where the icicle had come from. I’ll make you regret ever crawling out of your gangrenous mother!
The shot flew true, no doubt making a satisfying thunk upon entering the creature’s rotting chest. Got you Gwenaël smiled to himself, already reaching for another arrow.
wub wub this unit has the soul wub wub
Smiral said
I don't get the Nargle/Smiral thing, especially now.Nargle would pull you up from the edge of a cliff, whereas I would cut off your fingers and flip you off as you fall to your death.
It amuses me because it perplexes others.
I am descended from the inventor of bleach.
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