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A Gotta get those monies somehow
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A The employees seem to be taking your orders from you here and now, but there's no guarantees that starting a new business with the same product elsewhere will yield the same results. You're definitely more of a turnkey investor as well. Time to get some monogrammed towels and a tiki drink stand.
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# ? Dec 11, 2023 16:25 |
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# ? Dec 11, 2023 17:31 |
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First things first, negotiating with the nearest town for property rights. It wasn't a big settlement, but they had a court house, more or less legit looking, even if the paint was still wet. When you told them that the area you had your eyes on was located in 'Fee-verland' the whole assembly burst into laughter, and they kept laughing for a long time. Also they called you insane. In the end you got the deed for dirt cheap. Score! A: Set up shop here - Was chosen --- Some time later.... --- The resort has been a HUGE success!!! It took a while to get the word out there, but now you're booked to the brim! You've had to house people in tents to fit everyone in! Its great! The money just keeps rolling in! Ah, sweet success, it is all going even better than you had dared to hope. Though, its not all smooth sailing, you admit. Most of the guests are happy, but every now and then you do get some problem people. Unreasonably agitated customers that are a pain to deal with, calling the resort "cursed", and that they are "deathly afraid of the thing in the basement", can you believe it? No you can not. That's frankly just plain silly. You never built a basement. Another annoyance is that you're still getting letters addressed to the previous owner, mostly from someone called Skritch. You'd complain to the post office, if such an institution existed here, but it does not. You've no idea who is even delivering the letters, but they keep coming and you keep dumping them in the privy. Aside from that, life is great! Everything is going well. --- Phew, running a business sure takes a lot out of you. You could use a good night's sleep. Yeah. A good, long, dreamless slumber. A real sleep. But not yet. You still have work to do, new pools to build, more events to plan. Running a resort, you quite ironically never have the time for a vacation yourself. Not until you've made your onew trillion monies.
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# ? Dec 12, 2023 21:26 |
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The fliers show up from time to time. Who puts them up, no one seems to know. No one could actually be coming from there to deliver advertisements. The faeverland is not a place people return from. Yet the rumors persist. Tales of a bizarre building amidst the faengi, of strange creatures and outlandish celebrations. The Fowlspring Spa promises comforts out of this world for any who desire them. If you can afford the price.
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… 1C. Blink tries to hold on posted:Blink fought back against the numbing terror of the moment, sought to hold himself together even as he watched others drift apart, motes of silver light careening out to ping off buildings and into the sky. Eventually it wasn’t fear that gripped him, but a sense of dissociation. His shape, his body, his connection to the physical world, suddenly seemed like a vessel his real self had been poured into - and he felt that self begin to leak. The more he tried to hold on, the more it seemed to slip between his fingers, and as it escaped, he began to feel outside himself. Bulb Paints! posted:Bulb painted, wholly enraptured. Her strokes, fueled by a mad desire to capture the essence of the fading Plungerboa, became a chaotic symphony of colors and textures. As the wire holding her bristles together sifted away, she switched tools, improvising in the face of disintegration. The unsteady perch only added to the urgency of her artistic frenzy. 3D. Skritch experiments on himself. posted:Skritch turned his mad alchemy on himself, and the Hollow House bent to his needs. Mirrors, tools, lights… bandages, ointments… donors… the House walked blindly the path that was its purpose, to house those in need. And Skritch had a great, abiding need - survival! He would not Break, even if it meant a lesser breaking was needed. He tore at his own essence, cursing that his sequestration here prevented his access to the mysteries of the Fractal Garden. The undying things down there could… if only… the Gods… he just needed to… 4B. People drew together, seeking the connection between eachother.[/quote posted:The worlds were bleeding, but they weren’t dead. The survivors of the Breaking Tilt, irrespective of origin or species, found solace in the shared sorrow that bound them. In the ruins of once-prosperous cities and the desolate landscapes carved by the cosmic upheaval, new communities emerged. The Asaurted wept alongside the Stranded from Twomb, and the Aardiche, once bound by the hollowness within, discovered the healing balm of unity. 5C. Pindiana seeks the Depths of the Fractal Garden. posted:In the shadowy depths of the sea of Ink, Pindiana Tones delved with his submersible - an adventure unto itself - into the forbidden and mysterious Fractal Garden, an ancient realm teeming with the remnants of forgotten horrors and the echoes of cosmic secrets. The cold, darkest Ink enveloped Pindiana as they ventured deeper into the twisted heart of this enigmatic sanctuary. The whispers of the remnant Sisters Myriad reverberated through the aqueous darkness, their haunting voices promising both knowledge and peril. … ENGODDENING posted:The world spins madly on. I’ll need five new Gods. Same as before, roll 1d100, only now you add you Wisp totals. Gods who joined last time may not roll (because you’re dead), and must content themselves with watching the newcomers make fools of themselves trying to get in! Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 20:08 on Mar 15, 2024 |
# ? Dec 13, 2023 16:04 |
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Dominemptor, God of Chain Reactions Apotheosis: 1d100+12 73
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# ? Dec 13, 2023 16:39 |
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If none other figure out how to escape the end, this one will. That, I'm sure of.
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# ? Dec 13, 2023 21:57 |
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Maybe I'm A God? 1d100+2? = 96
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# ? Dec 13, 2023 22:00 |
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Engoddening: 1d100+16 77
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# ? Dec 13, 2023 22:12 |
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Toddles, God of Children's Entertainment A new God dododododododo?: 1d100+4 83
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# ? Dec 13, 2023 22:30 |
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I can feel it!!! Its going to be a 100 this time!!!!!! GOD: 1d100 34
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# ? Dec 22, 2023 19:05 |
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Jvie posted:I can feel it!!! I mean currently you're in!
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# ? Dec 22, 2023 23:57 |
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I'm happy to Abstain this time due to a busy schedule.
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# ? Dec 23, 2023 04:27 |
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Not happening.
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# ? Dec 23, 2023 05:17 |
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I mean, you're currently in the top 5.
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# ? Dec 23, 2023 09:22 |
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Theantero posted:I mean, you're currently in the top 5. Oh, right. I thought Jvie had a 36. Still, I'd be kind of sad if there were only six submissions.
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# ? Dec 23, 2023 09:44 |
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Might wanna extend this across the holidays then, since odds are some folks do be distracted.
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# ? Dec 23, 2023 18:28 |
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definitely nothing happening until new year, we have time to advertise!
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# ? Dec 23, 2023 20:42 |
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Rolling for godhood: God time?: 1d100(-10+12 =)+2 98 Ooh! Let's go for Flare, God of Heroes
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# ? Dec 28, 2023 18:09 |
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closing god voting on friday if anyone else else waiting on it, then starting up again next week-ish, hope y'all had good holidays
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# ? Jan 10, 2024 19:39 |
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Jvie posted:I can feel it!!! It's dangerous to God alone 1d200+11 = 92 I don't have the space to take part myself so I'm donating this roll to Jvie
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# ? Jan 11, 2024 17:14 |
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THAT'S IT, RECRUITMENT CLOSED Here's the Gods of our fifth Age! GODS Toddles, God of Children's Entertainment Flare, God of Heroes BraveLittleToaster Theantero Jvie That's, like, semi-final? It's up to the winners whether they want to swap out with someone else or whatever, but otherwise we're off to the races. From Gods, I need your Icon, a figure drawn on this grid: Pick a single colour and connect the lines however you want in a single colour with STRAIGHT lines or circle segments. No wiggly lines
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Hakurei, Goddess of Spirit
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# ? Jan 12, 2024 20:56 |
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M'eh, God of Ennui
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Toddles, God of Children's Edutainment Can you find the GREEN SQUARE? That's right! Can you find the RED TRIANGLE? That's right! FYI, I already went, so if anyone still hasn't gone and didn't get in you can take my spot if you ask before the round starts! Slaan fucked around with this message at 02:19 on Jan 13, 2024 |
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TheNabster posted:It's dangerous to God alone Thanks again for this!
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# ? Jan 13, 2024 04:21 |
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Angeliar, god of fishing Oh wow-ie, look at the scales on this beaut'eh!!!!
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Flare, God of Heroes
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The Wandering Mage posted:
Actually, I'm dropping out. I refuse to be in the same Pantheon as this abomination.
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# ? Jan 15, 2024 19:16 |
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Got it, send it to the printers!
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# ? Jan 15, 2024 19:45 |
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Tsk. Drama Queen Theantero wins again.
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# ? Jan 15, 2024 20:52 |
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Don't malign me my nature. I cannot help being so powerful.
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The worlds of the People cracked, bled, and were reformed from what was left in the long interval between Gods. When the barrier fell once again, the Wisps hardly recognized them. And yet it was Something, a chance to matter and to mark their existence on the uncaring blackboard of the Ocean, and so the Wisps fought and scrapped to be the first through. At last five made their presence felt, and the barrier closed in resonation. They became: THE GODS OF THE FIFTH AGE posted:
Oneder was scarred by its loss, Pinrails and bumpers and nodules of Pinball vanished as though they’d never been. The planetoid had crumpled in on itself… and then regrown, as vegetation and natural processes reclaimed the lost spaces and niches. To look at them from the Gods’ vantage, the People seemed to be living out their lives as ever before, but the demographics were… strange. Aardiche and Squild, Asaurted and Maraqueets, all living together in a peculiar new harmony. The desecendants of visitors from Twomb, gone native on the only world they’d ever known. For the Flickerfare, the Great Work of generations, lay in shambles. The great cables and cross bracings of the great bridge had been composed of Pinrail, and their sudden vanishment struck it a mortal wound. It still hangs there, bound by ancient Magic and intent and ludicrous, slapdash jury rigging, but a safe method of travel between worlds it most assuredly is not. The Symposium Of Elements at its terminus is much altered from its original conception by the God Tester-Of-Limits, but divine intent clung to the place, rendering it safe and neutral as intended. It has become a safe haven for the Topseekers, brave, reckless souls who brave the shattered bridge to courier information, technology, and medicine between the two tenuously bound worlds. The mechanism at the heart of the Symposium ticks on, showing the status of the remaining Elements in real time - including the harsh void of blackness that was Pinball. Bigbox and Haft-Upon-Mattockhorn had long been the center of society on Oneder, and that, at least, remained much the same… only as time went on, and the ties between the two cities grew tighter, and the paths grew more formalized, and the Library Thesauri and the Hollow House drew more and more visitors… the distinction between them all began to matter less and less. Names for the whole urban… conglomeration were bandied about, including the particularly dreadful Onederia, but none had really stuck at the time the Gods had arrived. Whatever they called it, the great city included People of all (remaining) stripes, though naturally with a markedly higher population of Oneder native species. Magic, technology, and cultural marks of all Peoples were present at all levels of society, forming a crazed melting pot of ideas and conflicts. As a side note, perhaps related to the sudden influx of innovation and population, the crevasses beneath the city have been getting preeetty full… Alas, progress or not, Oneder is also a fair bit more dangerous outside of city walls now than it has been in Ages. Predator beasts who lost an entire Element’s worth of prey stalk the wilderness starved, mad, and doomed. Faeverland has grown wider and wilder, with strange rumours of a mad city within its depths. The world shifts and rumbles intermittently, still settling after all these years. A goodly portion of the Ghosts of the Flickerfare went… wrong when the tower bridge shattered, and stalk the dark and hungry places of the world. In short, the return of the Gods could not have come soon enough, and the People deluge them with prayers as soon as they arrive! The Remnants of the Gods of Before must be considered as always, and now more than ever. For something of particular potency has been found - or rather, unveiled. Some scant years before the return of the Gods, the Idol Crate-Rewards-Await began to flicker and change. Fearing some disaster, People fled - and when they returned they found it… different. (Witness the first Eternity, Crate-Rewards-Equate! Eternities have both active uses and passive auras, both significantly stronger than any other Remnant. Time will tell how this will affect Bigbox, but odds are… pretty powerfully?) Other, comparatively ordinary treasures arose as well. Among the Topseekers, an Artifact of surpassing limitations arose, soaring into the sky out of reach almost immediately. In the forests of Faeverland, a strange key arose, an echo of another key from Ages past, and one with a rather more mundane use. Twomb was a somber place, far grimmer now than in any moment in their history. Twomb had always been blessed by the Gods, a shimmering place of knowledge and science and Magic and great works - the Great Work. And now the Flickerfare jutted from the earth like a rotten tooth, broken and breaking. Sure, the efforts of their grandsires had ensured it would hold together enough that even the utter vanishing of structural elements hadn’t brought it down on their heads, but so what? What ELSE had the efforts of their grandsires wrought? A painfully short interval of direct contact between two worlds? The loss of a chunk of population to that orb in the sky as the bridge shattered? An uncertain afterlife as the bridge between life and death frayed and crumbled? People, in short, felt pretty wretched. But here too life kept trudging along. The very few Onederian visitors from Back Before were forced to settle and make their lives as best they can, carving out an enclave among the wild icelands, exposing veins of more familiar Dinostone to build a little something like home. The natives helped them gladly, almost desperate to have a new project to take their minds off their troubles. Now, years later, the village of Rexport is a thriving little community, kept sane with a trickle of imports courtesy of the Topseekers daring the travel back and forth. Onederian stories and artifacts are all the rage on Twomb, and while each subsequent generation is further and further away from their homeland, they still work to keep the ancient rituals and tales alive. In Rinkjet, Nylid the Ghost Hero of Bindings worked to keep things - and People - as sane as possible. In their presence, the frayed ghosts of Flickerfare were stable and hale, and so they flocked to the Library. With the spectral threads that bound the remnants of the fallen Avatar and Hero, Nylid moved among the People, offering a semblance of stability and hope. They wove stories from the tattered remnants of the past, creating a tapestry of memories and legends that spoke of resilience and continuity. The Library, now scarred by the strange radiation of the felled Avatar, became a sanctuary for those seeking refuge from the harsh realities outside. Gathering the lost and the bored, Nylid orchestrated gatherings and events, fostering a sense of community and shared purpose. Together, they explored the depths of the written knowledge, seeking inspiration and meaning in the remnants of forgotten tales. The ghostly hero became a guiding light in the midst of the prevailing darkness, encouraging the People to find strength in unity and purpose in the pursuit of knowledge. In the deepest depths within the Fractal Garden, the Lestattoo felt the strain of their imprisonment. Only it was a queer sort of imprisonment, with no walls to bind them in, with a jailer who wished only to care for them. The Devouring One, bound into, grown over, and an integral part of the Garden itself, clucked and tutted over them and its boundaries, leery of letting them escape into the world. But suffused with the scattered memories of Pindiana Tones, Plungerboa adventurer, the Lestattoo longed to see the things they’d only dreamt of. They hungered for it, as they hungered for all things, gnashing their fangs in the dark. In the wreckage of the arena of Arisaurna, an Artifact was found in the rubble. It pulsed with an exciting, dangerous power: Dog Kisser fucked around with this message at 05:00 on Mar 21, 2024 |
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M’eh, God of Ennui HP: 3 Dog Kisser posted:In Rinkjet, Nylid the Ghost Hero of Bindings worked to keep things - and People - as sane as possible. In their presence, the frayed ghosts of Flickerfare were stable and hale, and so they flocked to the Library. With the spectral threads that bound the remnants of the fallen Avatar and Hero, Nylid moved among the People, offering a semblance of stability and hope. They wove stories from the tattered remnants of the past, creating a tapestry of memories and legends that spoke of resilience and continuity. The Library, now scarred by the strange radiation of the felled Avatar, became a sanctuary for those seeking refuge from the harsh realities outside. It was during one such event, a hopeful sermon similar to those before it, that it could be heard. The voice of a new god. "Mhmm...." Followed by an awkward silence that went on for some time. "Right, right, that is all good, yes, but like..." "You guys know you're going to die not too far into the future, right? In an 'it's the Apocalypse and you will be gone forever' kind of sense?" "In an 'there's going to be one, maybe two, maybe three if you're super lucky, new Ages' kind of sense?" "Right?" "Right, just thought you guys should maybe start to come to terms with that? Yours is a garbage reality literally coming apart at the seams yeah and I get it that kinda sucks." "But it is what it is, you know?" "Cannot be helped." "No matter how much you preach." "So just like..." "Close your eyes, breathe in, breathe out." "And realize that it is totally fine. All things die. Realities too." "..." "...Yeah." "So like, you don't need to huddle around trying to preserve a reality that is around 80% through on its way to eternal oblivion." "You can stop doing that and go make a sandwich or something instead." "Shoo." Instruct upon the people an absurdist ars moriendi to help them come to terms with the coming apocalypse: 1d20 20 Theantero fucked around with this message at 05:49 on Jan 24, 2024 |
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+1 M'eh Wisp Points: 4 Wisps Remaining: +, 0, -, -
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Hakurei, Goddess of Spirit HP: 3/3 A strange presence descended upon Oneder. A cold, companionable new goddess, listening silently while prayers went out to the gods. But she had a particular goal in mind. Spirits could be Ghosts, and possibly stranger things still, and the ones on Oneder seemed particularly unruly. A Spirit could also be an inner self, a special quality, a drive, their feelings. Memories and thoughts, making something, a separate entity, but part of them nevertheless. It was time to reinforce this idea. Hakurei alighted on Bigbox in the night, finding a teenage Maraqueet locked away in their room. A blank slate, with inclinations towards doing odd things and taking up many activities and socializations, with a hidden desire to change the world. Perfection. They had a strong Spirit within, waiting to break free with untapped potential, a wild card.. This Maraqueet, Tweet, would do. The Goddess alighted into their room silently, touching him quietly and sending him into a dream-induced meeting with her, where he would be taught of the bonds he must make with others, the skills he must build, and what must be done with his new power.. And while that happened, the Goddess awakened that Spirit of his into being. Awaken Tweet's inner Spirit, whatever form it takes. Teach him to awaken the Spirits of others. 1d20 17 BraveLittleToaster fucked around with this message at 07:41 on Jan 24, 2024 |
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"Greetings children!" the deity said in a sing song voice as it descended from the skies towards a set of Plungerboa ruins-cum-off limits playground. "Aren't you smart and delightful little friends? Let me introduce myself! I'm Toddles! Can you say Toddles?!" it politely asked the group of mostly axe children. The deity paused for a moment, not at all nonplussed that the children said nothing back in their confusion. "Great job!" the deity continued. "I knew I could rely on your help!" The god's icon shimmered gleefully in the air, changing colors and geometric shapes as it flew around. The children laughed and clapped with joy at Toddles' antics. What fun, what fun! Toddles led the children through a few rounds of Name The Shape and I Spy until it grew theatrically sad and dimmed its bright colors. "Children, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a little Asaurted girl who was very sad because she had no friends after the Plungerboa left. She looked and looked but couldn't find her missing friends. But one day she heard something barking on the side of the road. It was a little blue axehandle hound. She picked it up in her arms and took care of it as they traveled the world. She named him Clifford." The god continued. "Over time he grew bigger and bigger and Bigger and BIGGER until he was the size of a small mountain! He became an expert at using his nose to find the things the absent minded little girl misplaced. Eventually," the god brightened its colors, " the two found the girl's missing friends in a secret place! How wonderful!" The god paused dramatically and looked intently at its listeners. "Would you like to find where the Plungerboa went?" it asked as it settled its gaze on a particularly excited aardicheling. "Then you shall have Clifford's help. For there comes along a blue axehandle hound to guide each new generation!" With a bang the God picker up its chosen child, colored it blue and grew it bigger and longer and bigger and longer. Soon, a hound the size of a small mountain was before them. "Follow the leader now kids! Make an orderly line and hold hands!" And they did, for they had clues to find. Starting a children's crusade to find any Plungerboa on Oneder remaining led by Clifford the Big Blue Axehandle hound Blues clues children's crusade: 1d20 12 Slaan fucked around with this message at 21:14 on Apr 4, 2024 |
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+1 Toddles +--0 remain 13th Wisping
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+1 toddles Let's go on an adventure!
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