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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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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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MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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Hey, Witch Doctor! Give us the magic words!
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Brutrumukk


For a moment, Brutrumukk genuinely considered Aaliyah's suggestion to rest. Grankhul was no longer sapping his energy, but that didn't mean that everything that had happened since the bugbear gnome's reincarnation had left him tired out. But after a moment of consideration, he decided rest could wait a little longer. He had enough energy for one good fight left in him before he needed to crash, and by the gods he was going to use it to kill the cat that had brought them here. "I'm gonna go find that fuckin' cat." Brutrumukk told Jub before unsheathing the daggers he had taken from the Darklings and heading towards the door.
Jenk was somewhat miffed by the fact that Alandri deemed the party being slightly late to be something worth summoning Teacher Ot via the beads when he had specifically told them not to let that happen. Why did them showing up a little bit after the sun had finished rising matter so much? Did it really matter enough to warrant the beads being used? It all very much got on Jenk's nerves. This annoyance quickly turned to dismay when Jenk learned that their late arrival meant that the breakfast prepared for them had gone cold. Thankfully their host was gracious enough to heat it back up again, though at the cost of having to endure a lecture regarding the importance of being on time. When breakfast was finally served, Jenk eagerly dug in. Upon receiving his scale, the goblin dropped it into his coffee and washed it down with a quick sip before continuing to eat heartily.
Nothing on my end. But I have a plan in place for how to handle their absence if they don't turn up again.
Grandfather Trafalgar waited patiently for Miloh to make his decision as the shipwrecked child looked around in consideration of what to do next. A touch of amusement entered the old man's smile as the boy's stomach demanded attention. But the smile vanished in an instant when Miloh doubled over from a bout of hunger pains. Given the boy's sudden arrival, Grandfather Trafalgar had lacked sufficient provisions for more than one person. As a result, they had been traveling on half rations up to this point. And while the Ćororo elder was used to such measures, his young companion was not.

Grandfather Trafalgar lifted a hand to reach out and opened his mouth to ask Miloh if he was alright, but he pulled back at the last moment and closed his mouth. One of the first things Grandfather Trafalgar had learned about Miloh was that he had a short temper, and nothing made it flare up quite like the implication that he was being looked down upon. Not wanting to upset the lad any further, the old man restrained his concern and continued waiting for a response.

"Food. Yeah, food sounds good right about now," Miloh said.

"I cannot recall a time when food did not sound good." Grandfather Trafalgar said with an approving nod and an eager smile. The old Ćororo rose to his feet and looked around. "So the only question worth asking now would be... which way is the best food?" Grandfather Trafalgar turned northwards and sniffed the air in that direction. "...Not that way." He spun around then to face the south and took in the scent of the air from that direction. "Hmmm... Maybe." He turned then to the east, sniffed once, then immediately covered his nose. "Definitely not!" Finally, he turned to the west, sniffed the air tentatively at first, then began sniffing with increasing interest. "Well that does smell promising." He said at last before turning back to Miloh. "I think I'm onto something good. This way." With a beckoning gesture, the old man set off in the direction of the promising scent.
Considering that I've been stuck on trying to draw Brutrumukk's new appearance for some time, this is actually very helpful, thank you.


Always happy to help. I look forward to seeing what you draw.
Speaking of 3D, look whose gnomish incarnation I've just made on Hero Forge.


Makes you think about a lot of different details of your character you may not have previously considered.


What details have you discovered through this 3D rendering?
"And as she walked into the unknown, the rustling faded, until all that remained was the sound of her own steady footsteps, and the quiet of the night." Grandfather Trafalgar said before closing his storybook, signifying to his audience that the story was finished. The end of the Ćororo storyteller's tale was met with applause from the audience, especially from the children who had gathered at Grandfather Trafalgar's feet.

"Another one! Another one!" One of the children cried out then. And soon enough, every child sat before the old man was clamoring to have him read another story.

"Ho ho. Oh as much as I would enjoy reading another story, it seems like the sun is preparing to make its final descent." Grandfather Trafalgar said with a gesture towards the shining orb in the sky. "I imagine for some of you, your time would be better spent preparing for the trials ahead."

Predictably, the children let loose a disheartened chorus of "Awww" in response to this.

"Now now. No need to be like that." Grandfather Trafalgar said with a reassuring smile. "Once the rite is complete, I'm sure there will be plenty of time for some more stories."

After a moment, the children either deemed these words of placation to be sufficient appeasement and ambled off elsewhere or were led away by their parents if they proved too stubborn to move.

Once the audience had left, Grandfather Trafalgar picked up his hat and counted the Zenit that had been left within by some of the more generous listeners. Once the counting was done, the old man gave a satisfied nod, pocketed the currency, donned his hat, and looked to the one child who had remained. "Well Miloh, it appears we have some free time on our hands now." Grandfather Trafalgar said to his recently acquired traveling companion. "Any thoughts on how we should spend it?"
Oh. So it does.
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