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STATUS: No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style. 2 mos ago
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No matter how subtle the wizard, a knife between the shoulder blades will seriously cramp his style.
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Today is my birthday! I wish you all a truly enchanted day!
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Arguing over petty details at times of dimensional emergency was a familiar wizardly trait.
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A wizard never had friends, at least not friends who were wizards. It needed a different word. Ah yes, that was it. Enemies. But a very different class of enemies. Gentlemen.
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Do you want suggestions for new species (and guilds and magic) in this thread or in the int check?
Looking good, everybody! Come weekend, I'll be updating my nation and adding my faction. How are you doingwith your nations and factions?
@Titanic: You're gonna have to remove the westernmost island from your nation, since I already claimed it :)
@Titanic: You're gonna have to remove the westernmost island from your nation, since I already claimed it :)
Food for three? Sniggit turned around and immedietly understood. "No" she said, smiling and waving a dismissive paw, "laborer dead-dead, need nothing. Sniggit Grey Guild. Collector."
Are we players allowed to create more than one species each?
"Want fish with rice, pay with coin! How... wait."
While Sniggit was ordering food, she'd heard some kind of commotion. Turning around, her suspicions were confirmed; a few people were harassing her laborers, taunting them even though they couldn't be taunted. One of them was complaining loudly to a guard about the unhealthiness of having undead in the marketplace. The guard tried hopelessly to calm the citizen in front of him down, but wasn't successful as far as Sniggit could see. "Fix food, fish girl" Sniggit said, "I be back". The ratkin scurried over to the guard, announcing her presense.
"Grey Guild collector Sniggit here. Problems?"
"Um, well" the guard began, clearing his throat, "The good citizen here have some complaints about your corp- I mean laborers."
"Damn right I have!" the aggrivated person cut in, "You can't bring your corpses to the food stands!"
"Why?" Sniggit asked, with a puzzled look on her face.
"Because it's disgusting! And hazardous, too; who knows what diseases they could spread! They're... unclean."
"Is not" Sniggit replied flatly, "More clean than human. No disease in laborer, dead and clean. Disease only in dirty living human."
The citizen seemed taken aback by this. "Are you suggesting" it began, "That I'm dirty? You, a filthy rat, are suggesting that I'm filthy? Guard, are you going to stand here and allow this... creature to slander me so?"
The guard winced, sweat covering its forehead. Sniggit, however, spoke first.
"No insult human, just truth. Laborers clean."
"Well, they shouldn't be left to their own devices like this. Who knows what they could do! They might even harm someone! We've all heard stories about the ravenous undead."
"Look" the guard whispered, leaning in close to Sniggit, "I don't think this is winnable. Can you just take the laborers with you? I know they're harmless, but they're upsetting people. What do you say?"
Sniggit sighed. "Fine" she squeaked, and led the two undead bodies with her to the food stand.
"Sorry, must bring laborers, fish girl. Food ready, yesno?" Sniggit tried to look as apologetic as she possibly could with two walking corpses standing behind her.
While Sniggit was ordering food, she'd heard some kind of commotion. Turning around, her suspicions were confirmed; a few people were harassing her laborers, taunting them even though they couldn't be taunted. One of them was complaining loudly to a guard about the unhealthiness of having undead in the marketplace. The guard tried hopelessly to calm the citizen in front of him down, but wasn't successful as far as Sniggit could see. "Fix food, fish girl" Sniggit said, "I be back". The ratkin scurried over to the guard, announcing her presense.
"Grey Guild collector Sniggit here. Problems?"
"Um, well" the guard began, clearing his throat, "The good citizen here have some complaints about your corp- I mean laborers."
"Damn right I have!" the aggrivated person cut in, "You can't bring your corpses to the food stands!"
"Why?" Sniggit asked, with a puzzled look on her face.
"Because it's disgusting! And hazardous, too; who knows what diseases they could spread! They're... unclean."
"Is not" Sniggit replied flatly, "More clean than human. No disease in laborer, dead and clean. Disease only in dirty living human."
The citizen seemed taken aback by this. "Are you suggesting" it began, "That I'm dirty? You, a filthy rat, are suggesting that I'm filthy? Guard, are you going to stand here and allow this... creature to slander me so?"
The guard winced, sweat covering its forehead. Sniggit, however, spoke first.
"No insult human, just truth. Laborers clean."
"Well, they shouldn't be left to their own devices like this. Who knows what they could do! They might even harm someone! We've all heard stories about the ravenous undead."
"Look" the guard whispered, leaning in close to Sniggit, "I don't think this is winnable. Can you just take the laborers with you? I know they're harmless, but they're upsetting people. What do you say?"
Sniggit sighed. "Fine" she squeaked, and led the two undead bodies with her to the food stand.
"Sorry, must bring laborers, fish girl. Food ready, yesno?" Sniggit tried to look as apologetic as she possibly could with two walking corpses standing behind her.
Prolly not. Shall we try the tabletop forum instead?
Absolutely. The pace is just quite slow :)
Normally she would have turned the offer down, what with her being on a mission and all that, but her stomach rumbled when she caught the smell of food. Licking her lips in anticipation, Sniggit approached the tentaculy girl. "Foodstuff for this one", she said politely, raising a finger, "how much?'.
Sniggit had been hollering for a while when she noticed the sign saying the blacksmith was out for lunch. Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, the ratkin returned to her two undead escorts and ordered them on towards the temple where their job awaited them.
As the trio was passing through a food market, Sniggit still muttering angrily to herself under her breath, she couldn't help but notice the walking rock that was Ezel grabbing a bite with a few other people. Deciding she wanted to have her dagger sharpened after all, the collector approached the small group. The laborers were left behind, as usual.
"Ezel!" she squeaked, "There you are! Need dagger sharp-sharp, but must go business. You take dagger now, I come later when done and give coin, yesno?"
As the trio was passing through a food market, Sniggit still muttering angrily to herself under her breath, she couldn't help but notice the walking rock that was Ezel grabbing a bite with a few other people. Deciding she wanted to have her dagger sharpened after all, the collector approached the small group. The laborers were left behind, as usual.
"Ezel!" she squeaked, "There you are! Need dagger sharp-sharp, but must go business. You take dagger now, I come later when done and give coin, yesno?"
No problem, I might have been unclear about that :)
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