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Current 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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1 yr ago
Arguing over petty details at times of dimensional emergency was a familiar wizardly trait.
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1 yr ago
It's my birthday! I wish you all an excellent day!
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1 yr ago
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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I'm looking for players for a game of Mouse Guard. If you are not familiar with the subject, you should consider reading up on it before you apply.

The game will be played in missions, where a simple system of skills/abilities and cointossing will serve as a judge of failure and success. There will be sessions of pure roleplaying in between missions, as your guardmice are taking care of their private business.

Longer posts are welcome, but not required. This will be about action, preferably of the quick-paced kind. What I do require is decent spelling and grammar. I don't mind one-liners, but I expect them to look tidy and neat.

Leave a comment if you're interested or if you have any questions.

Looking forward to playing with you!
Plate mail is beyond the capabilities of category 1 smiths. They can craft crude swords and tools, and maybe simple shields or splint mail from metal, but that's about it. You should probably think more light to medium rather than heavy in terms of armor. A heavy armored warrior in your nation could be one that carries a big bronze reinforced shield, skullcap, studded leather harness and maybe splint mail as shinguards/armguards. How does that sound?
Sniggit frowned. Did undead need to eat? As far as she knew, they didn't need anything. She couldn't say for sure, since she wasn't part of the maintainance crew, but then again the laborers probably had all of their orphices sewn shut for a reason. "Not laborers. Just moving dead-dead, need nothing. No eyes, no teeth, no brains, no soul. Just laborers. Like... strange word... like gol-em-s? No food for golems."

Sniggit gave the girl in front of her a searching look. Had she understood? Despite having lived in Karstberg her entire life, Sniggit was rubbish at Common (like most ratkin). It just didn't fit her mouth properly. Her nostrils suddenly caught the tantilizing smell of cooking fish, derailing her train of thought. Her belly rumbled audibly.
"Now, how much for fish and rice, fish girl?"
@Leotamer: Just noticed that your military description says your warriors use heavy armor. What kind of heavy armor did you have in mind?
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 :)
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.
Prolly not. Shall we try the tabletop forum instead?
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