I'm tempted to ask for the 6 coin card, but I'm afraid you'd say yes and I'd be stuck playing a 6bit npc
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You should really only have as many arcs at a time as GMs, so everyone gets attention. That's just how I see it though
Feela backed away from the steam, remembering that it could burn her. Why these strange people kept the steam from their cooking pots in tubes baffled her, but wasn't worth figuring out. The smell of fresh death and burned Dark-folk filled the air here, and she found herself feeling foolish for having charged into this place for nothing. Just as she was about to turn back, a boy with a frightening black mask ran up to her and started making sounds at her. For a moment, Feela couldn't make sense of the noises, but before long an old part of her mind, long unused, started waking up again. Still, there were words she couldn't puzzle out in the things the boy said.
"Raas-or?" She said, trying to force the words out of her long unused voice. Frustrated by her failure, she screwed up her face and tried again. "Whaaaat es ah raaas-un?" The words came slowly to her memory, and didn't sound quite right, but she thought she had gotten close. Using words again felt strange, like the first time she had used her folk-weapons. Realizing the boy was still waving his hand at her, Feela followed uncertainly. She was lost and confused and more than a little scared. Dark-folk she could fight, but this place and it's baffling features were something else entirely.
"Raas-or?" She said, trying to force the words out of her long unused voice. Frustrated by her failure, she screwed up her face and tried again. "Whaaaat es ah raaas-un?" The words came slowly to her memory, and didn't sound quite right, but she thought she had gotten close. Using words again felt strange, like the first time she had used her folk-weapons. Realizing the boy was still waving his hand at her, Feela followed uncertainly. She was lost and confused and more than a little scared. Dark-folk she could fight, but this place and it's baffling features were something else entirely.
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With P5 coming out today? I'm all in
Good NEWS! Spoid is alive
*you call into the darkness...
*but nobody came.
*but nobody came.
they could be sisters!
By the way, two of our party don't speak, because Feela hasn't spoken a word in years.
Chaos.
She was surrounded by noise and light and screaming, terror that dug up old memories and made her want to find a tree to cry in. Feela ran down the stone covered path between the boulder-tents in a frantic haze, animal skin shoes slapping against the hard rock as she searched for her prey through the film of terror that obscured her surroundings.
The Dark-folk. That's what her teacher had called them. She had heard the ones calling themselves Traveler talk about Demon, and they seemed to be the same. She was supposed to kill the Dark-folk wherever she found them, they were dangerous and terrible. Her teacher had also told her to stay away from the Rock-tribes and their strange, square villages, but she had never told her which rule was more important, so here she was, surrounded by boulder-tents and cold-shiny-rock, and she hadn't even managed to find her prey. She should have left it alone, let the Rock-tribe deal with the wooden Night-folk, but what if they couldn't?
so what? a tiny voice said in her mind. Not in words, since she had lost her words long ago, but in feelings. let them die. Where were Rock-people when mother died, sobbing?
Feela came to a stop and shook her head violently, the bone shards on her necklace jangling loudly, it must have come untucked while she ran. She squashed that tiny, furious voice in her head and looked around again, trying to pick up some kind of trail.
She was surrounded by noise and light and screaming, terror that dug up old memories and made her want to find a tree to cry in. Feela ran down the stone covered path between the boulder-tents in a frantic haze, animal skin shoes slapping against the hard rock as she searched for her prey through the film of terror that obscured her surroundings.
The Dark-folk. That's what her teacher had called them. She had heard the ones calling themselves Traveler talk about Demon, and they seemed to be the same. She was supposed to kill the Dark-folk wherever she found them, they were dangerous and terrible. Her teacher had also told her to stay away from the Rock-tribes and their strange, square villages, but she had never told her which rule was more important, so here she was, surrounded by boulder-tents and cold-shiny-rock, and she hadn't even managed to find her prey. She should have left it alone, let the Rock-tribe deal with the wooden Night-folk, but what if they couldn't?
so what? a tiny voice said in her mind. Not in words, since she had lost her words long ago, but in feelings. let them die. Where were Rock-people when mother died, sobbing?
Feela came to a stop and shook her head violently, the bone shards on her necklace jangling loudly, it must have come untucked while she ran. She squashed that tiny, furious voice in her head and looked around again, trying to pick up some kind of trail.
No, it should be Sony M. Soft.
Because the more oxymoron you can put in a name the better
Because the more oxymoron you can put in a name the better
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