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Current Purple Guy?!
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Bogos Binted?
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When I said stuff the turkey I didn't mean it like THAT!
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15 days ago
Cowboy Bebop will forever hit me in the nostalgia.
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I'm at a new low in my life and sometimes I don't feel like getting up.
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Posted and done. Clive sure is happy to meet someone else from the US of A


Clive raised an eyebrow at Zell's explanation, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "Now, Zell, I reckon that don’t quite sound like just some friendly foolin’ around," he said, his voice steady but laced with concern. He glanced over at Barracker, then back to Zell, trying to gauge the truth behind the words. "You boys look like you’re carryin’ a heavy load, and I just hope it ain't trouble brewin’."

With a slight nod and a shrug of his broad shoulders, he pushed off from the doorframe the farmers demeanor shifting to one of camaraderie. "But hey, if y’all say you’re fine, I’ll trust ya. Just remember, the more folks know, the messier it can get," he added, his tone serious but warm, before heading down the stairs.

Clive chuckled softly as MacKensie began to lecture him as they made their way down the wooden old stairs of the Drum, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Now, Mac, I reckon we ain't the ones actin’ silly. We just get caught up in the moment, y’know? Can’t help it if life throws a few curveballs our way," he replied, his twang adding a comforting rhythm to his words.

He caught her smirk and returned it with an easy grin. "But I see what you’re sayin’. Sometimes, it feels like we’re just a couple of cowboys ridin’ into town without a care in the world. Don’t you worry, though—if things get too wild, I’ll be right there to lasso it all back together," he added, playful yet sincere. "Just remember, lil chickadee, it’s all part of the adventure."

Reaching the foyer they were greeted with the whole entourage of their companions together, Clive went and leaned against the bar, watching MacKensie move with an ease that spoke of her genuine warmth. He couldn’t help but smile as she greeted each person with an infectious enthusiasm.

When they moved two tables together, Clive joined in, helping to push the sturdy wood to create one big table “Looks like we’re settin’ up for a feast.” the southerner joked boisterously slapping Fredrick on the back with a jovial laugh.

His attention turned when a stranger entered the inn, having a second where he grimaced blinking once then twice - as if he had a spotlight shone directly in his eyes for but a moment before shaking his head. Before he could question himself Clive cackled slightly as the girl who gave him a right proper tongue lashing just a few ticks back jumped up from her seat giddy as a schoolgirl to greet the newcomer introducing the woman to the whole group, Clive stepped closer eager to join in the welcoming.

“Well, I’ll be! Ain’t that somethin’? Glad to have a fellow American in our midst,” he said with a friendly grin. “Name’s Clive. Just a simple farmer, but I reckon we’ll get along just fine. Welcome to Mytheria.”
Sorry if ya'll are waiting on me. Gonna be busy tommorow and the rest of the weekend so i'll try to get something written today or at least tommorow morning at the latest.
I'm going to be busy tomorrow and Saturday so I'm going to try to get a post up before I go out on my little trip this weekend with some buddies of mine. If not today, tomorrow morning.
I happened upon this AI song creator called Suno a day or so back. I used it to turn the drinking song Brutrumukk sang at the Witchlight Carnival into an actual song. It is a lot of fun.


Suno's pretty great, I've been using it for quite awhile.
The next time the rest of the party meets back up with Jub and Brutrumukk, they're gonna notice that Jub's hair has just gone completely grey from anxiety.


"Whoa Jub, I didn't know goblins age THAT fast?"
I think it'd give Clive a migrane or something lol like in dnd when you cast detect magic in a room full of magic items. It's like a flashbang.
Posted! Sorry, was a bit long but I was chasing some inspiration while filling out the lore surrounding her abilities. Sorta spiraled into covering backstory, ability lore, and so on. Lots of fun to type but man! My next posts will hopefully be a bit more concise lol.

As a side note, any holy-attuned people may now feel another "presence" around Alison as a result of the "Whispers" now fully manifesting.

Oh, and I left it open-ended and a little further in the day so you guys can resolve the Zell-Barracker throwdown and gather accordingly before getting to Alison's arrival, or however you want to do it.

Hope all that text is a good read!


That'll be interesting.


There weren't nothing like ending off a day of hard-work and physical labor with a nice tall glass of - Well whatever the locals here drank and it was actually the start of the day, but it had an earthy taste to it that at first made even a true blue Texan like Clive squint hard after taking a swig from the old battered tin cup that the liquor what was served in. It sure wasn't no Lone Star Original that was for certain, but it was good all the same after you got over the first sip kinda like whisky for weaker folk.

The southerner was relaxing, enjoying the familiar yet strange atmosphere of the Mended Drum in the morning. As he leaned back in his chair, about to down the last few drops of his drink there came a loud crash that echoed from upstairs followed by the familiar voices of his companions shouting "Confound it all," spilling the mead on his shirt Clive cursed, instinctively he rolled up his sleeves getting up from his seat "What in god's name is going on up there?" shirt wet from the alcohol he spilt on himself, his freckled face bore a serious expression as he made his way up the stairs.

"Whoa there, fellas!" he exclaimed, his Texan drawl slicing through the tension like a "Why were ya'll fighting? What happened?" Clive crossed his brawny arms and adjusted his shirt now likely stained from his drink.



Working on a post right this moments partners, sorry for bein slow as molasses
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