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4 mos ago
Current The Summer heat makes it difficult for me to think straight. Anyone I'm writing with should expect regular delays on my end until the temperature goes down.
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11 mos ago
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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11 mos ago
It was nice knowing you, 2023. I only hope the year that comes after you is just as nice to know.
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11 mos ago
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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12 mos ago
Hey, Witch Doctor! Give us the magic words!
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"Hey, I have a better idea, why don't I throw you out of this tavern and the kid can have your seat?" Flicker muttered, a couple more sparks sputtering out from their hair.

"HA!" Gorgash gave a harsh bark of laughter in response. "I'd like to see you try 'ot 'ead."

"Easy Flickah, I think he just confused you for me. I didn't think it was possible to confuse orange for blue, but here we are" Cascade said before moving off to deal with the brewing tension between Max and Hammerhand.

Gorgash only chuckled in response. Then he turned to look at Flicker. "You'd think a worshipper of the dolphin-fucker would be able to come up with somethin' actually clever." The orc jabbed behind the paladin's back. "But then again, Sashy is one o' the ponce god's goons."

When Cascade issued her Command, it looked for a moment like Max would succumb to the compulsion. However, just as he began to start stepping back, Max grit is teeth, shut his eyes, and martialled his willpower in a moment of supreme effort. "Fuck your peace." Max took a step forward. "Fuck your god." Max took another step. "Fuck your insatiable marid whore mother!" A third step. "And FUCK YOU!" With that final shout, Max lunged forward, leapt up onto Hammerhand's table and brought his scimitar to bear. The blade swung twice, once towards Cascade and once towards Hammerhand. Neither swing found its mark, with Cascade just barely managing to block the blow in time and Hammerhand's chain shirt withstanding the much less effective second strike.

"WAIT!" A voice cried out then. A man rushed out from behind the bar, eyes wide with fear as he moved into speaking distance. "Wait! Please! Hold on! You don't know what you're doing!" The man called out to the party.

@Guardian Angel Haruki

Does Cascade currently have her shield equipped?
@Guardian Angel Haruki

How close did you move to Max? Are you within five feet of him?
Phobia. Sounds good. I'll go with that.
Madness/Horror combo it is.
Ok then. Here are the ideas I had for a Stigma.

Time
Horror
Trickery
Murder
Music
Madness
Style
Power
I've settled on the Supernatural Classification. I've had a few ideas regarding Stigma, but I haven't fully settled on any of those ideas yet. Is there a set list of Stigmas or can it be anything I want it to be so long as it's within reason?
He's going after Rudrick.
Skobeloff


Skobeloff nodded in acknowledgement when Heliotrope mentioned that what Skobeloff had brought up was a little beyond her. He had known that would be the case, and he didn't mind that. Talking about the island hadn't been his goal, ensuring that Fogdance would be looked at after what she went through had been his goal. And from the looks of things, it seemed that goal would not be achieved in the presence of drakes. "I'm going to take a walk." Skobeloff said quietly to his clutchmates as Heliotrope began fussing over captives rescued from the darkness. "If you don't find me sooner, I'll wait for you where we landed when I've got enough energy back to continue on." With that said, Skobeloff made for the door, paused a moment to hear Heliotrope's answer to Fellwing's question, and then set off in the direction that Rudrick had left in.
Sleep has never come naturally to me, so I can relate. I hope you can get over your sleep shortage soon.
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