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2 mos ago
Current Clearly you all are wrong. Only real ones drink Mug Root Beer.
2 mos ago
Update: my doctor has told me to stop eating pencils.
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2 mos ago
You are what you eat? Pfft yeah right, if that were true I'd have lead poisoning.
3 mos ago
my life has been rather complicated as of late
3 mos ago
To put this simply my devices were smashed. I had a big thing with my family and it's why I've been gone for so long so I apologize to the people I was writing with.

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Lol he hit air.
Lol πŸ˜‚ I got carried away. Fixed.
Who needs magic when you have an expert alcoholic in the party? @Guardian Angel Haruki may I make some sort of roll as a man of such tastes to solve such a problem or will the ol' slap and splash suffice?
G A B R I E L

A mirthful chuckle escaped the half-elf's lips, shaking his head as he massaged his temples. As a man who was a bit too fond of hooch and other liquor, Gabriel found this a bit ironic that he was the one who was sober and dealing with a drunkard rather than the opposite "Methinks the art of sobering up takes more than magic and divine intervention to cure the besotted. " he sighed, wiping a tear from his eye "But sleep does wonders, I can't vouch for whatever hangover shall befall our two heros." Gabriel cast a look in the smaller goblins direction "Don't worry there my peculiar little fellow, I am an expert in these things. I am what you might say an expert alcoholic."

Gabriel stepped in the way of Vansel, a not-so-apologetic smile on his face as he unstoppered his waterskin and threw some water at him "Oi ye bloody sot snap out of it-" next thing he did was wind his hand back before lightly but still forcefully slapping Vansel with a backhand across the cheek.



However the perturbed bard found himself slapping the air before him, and embarrassed opted to shake Vansel's shoulder.

"Get your wits about you lad." then turning to the bugbear he paused, the walking carpet could and would probably squash him if he even laid a finger on him even if it were in the best of intentions so he glanced between Jub and Aurora as if asking for suggestions "Err, Jub you get on my shoulders and slap your pal cause I definitely ain't doing that. Or uh Zav? Do you got any suggestions other than a good old slap across the face?"
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@Mae I aim to please.
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Posted. Not the greatest at opening posts but when I have something to work off of I'm better. So if anyone wants to like Interact I'm fine with that.
Wormwood
Interacting with:
Squig
Location: The river by Nibby's Cottage || Action: N/A || Emotion: N/A

Amidst the sound of the creek babbling neath the stretch of the overpass, crickets played their peaceful melody as the frogs filled the silence between with the low baritone of their croaks.

It almost sounded as though the river sang, a sleepy aria broken by the beat of a passing horse over the bridge that lead to Hearth or if one listened carefully enough their ears would be pricked by the sound of a faint off-key chirp unlike a cricket or a birds. It was coming from a small creature sat atop a moss covered rock, happily knawing at its own tail as it sang to nobody in particular.

Wormwood was right at home under the bridge, where it was dark, dank and damp. Somewhere he could splash around and if he was lucky eat a dead fish or something other than the odd pebble. Daylight hurt his eyes so the shade of the bridge was one comfort he had when he wasn't meandering about the woods to the south, wherever south was he knew that his hidey-hole was in that general direction.

Along with the Kobold happily chirping, a small scree came from the little grub that had taken a spot on the head of its dimwitted owner, almost like Squig were singing with Wormwood as the two waited for the sun to dip, night time would be time when they would make for the village to rummage through the hooman's trash.
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