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Outrail posted:G. See if we can find out old boss, maybe he wants to lodge an appeal, or he knows some interesting knowledge that we can use for blackmail or investments. This
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Blasphemaster posted:F into B. This, just no cupcakes. Outrail posted:G. See if we can find out old boss, maybe he wants to lodge an appeal, or he knows some interesting knowledge that we can use for blackmail or investments. This too.
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Phew finished reading through it all E why do you idiots never pick training? 
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Slaan posted:Phew finished reading through it all Learning? Shut up nerd.
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Slaan posted:E why do you idiots never pick training? When? There's been so many missed chances to train; I've always been PRO training.
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Jan 19, 2018 05:24
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Someone better be feeding the goddamn Owlbears.
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Cannon_Fodder posted:Someone better be feeding the goddamn Owlbears. Maybe they're feeding themselves. dun dun dun!
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Outrail posted:Maybe they're feeding themselves. By eating the weakest one?!? 
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CourValant posted:By eating the weakest one?!? If they eat Abigail, I'm sure half the thread will throw a loving party. Spare-time meditation request.
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Cannon_Fodder posted:If they eat Abigail, I'm sure half the thread will throw a loving party. I meant two of the three eating the 'runt' of the litter. However, yes, I would not be sad if Abigail were to 'go away'; that being said, she appears to be one of our most loyal employees.
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I treat Abigail like a big, dumb, loyal but aggressive and untrainable dog. Set her loose and hope for the best, but don't expect her to do anything but Abigail poo poo up in any given situation.
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Trouble on the Rim, Book 2, Chapter 2 The Longest Journey Part Nine: ♪It's cold outside♪ Current Region: The Endless Taiga, an outpost called Grim  To sleep, perchance to dream. This is your goal, but snow opposes. Whilst you long to drift away on wooly clouds and soothe the aches and pains of circumstance, the weather and ill fortune both conspire against you. The temperature drops another few degrees, in your stonewarmed mind from awful to horrid, as dreaded winter begins in earnest. This far south east, about one third of the way from Rimwall to Rimcity, the Empire would truly grind to a halt were it not for aid Divine. Indeed, the awful mornings here begin with short, quiet Toil-aligned sermons. Efficient affairs more akin to the preparation of tools for maintenance than the pomp and glamour that can be found amongst Lolths faithful, or the outright transactions that exemplify the Quackeknight faith. You participate, as does everyone else present, and in turn you at least feel more prepared to meet the coming day. Prepared, though no more joyful. As noon approaches, boredom turns to pain, the Geas ever reminding you of duty. You stare out over the horizon, challenging the empty, quiet river to produce for you a vessel to lead you from this the most dead of ends, but it does not provide. The pull intensifies, as if sensing you dilemma. Walk, it says. Walk or skip or run or swim. Leave this place as quickly as you may. You ignore it as best you can, to leave the outpost by foot is folly. You would die long before you would reach your goal. For this reason alone you retain your sanity, and the mauled endings of your nerves. More time passes. Dinner. You, Skvababt, Khami and Mr. Hobbson sharing a cauldron of gruel with the off shift guards and the silence. Your thoughts briefly turn to the Owlbear cubs, how their warm fur would grant you harbour against the winds that break upon the walls, sending seeking tendrils of frost through the cracks, reaching for that one spot you forgot to cover to send shivers down your spine. You hope they are cared for, in all the ways you are not. You hope they have someone to cuddle them and tuck them in at night. You try not to think about how horrifically you murdered their parents for money. Life is tough enough as it is. You retire early, though in truth there is nothing for you here to retire from. The guards care not one whit if you work or not, nor if you help around the outpost. Out here, you are on your own. They would not lift a finger for you unless theirs was also on the line. That is not to say that they are hostile, merely that pragmatism rules this wasteland, making here its bastion in the heartlands of nothing much at all. Outside the winds or wargs howl. You cannot tell the difference. You are cold and aching. You lie restless on a bunk of straw. Night falls, and though you set your mind to wander, all it may encounter; snow. 
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Eat a cupcake and then examine our geas, see if we can mess with it. See if we can alter it so fulfilling it steals Quackeen's power for ourselves.
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Do some manual labor around the area or train with the guards. Lets either improve ourselves or our standing with Toil. He already likes us, why not make him like us more?
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That's a good idea, +1 to looking for some physical work to get to.
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Slaan posted:Do some manual labor around the area or train with the guards. Lets either improve ourselves or our standing with Toil. He already likes us, why not make him like us more? Sure, what the hell. Prison workout it is.
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Jan 21, 2018 20:48
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All this poor dwarf needed was a RightvoterTM to come in and fix things 
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Slaan posted:All this poor dwarf needed was a RightvoterTM to come in and fix things Yes, and its about time I got recognized for my RightvotingTM. 
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Slaan posted:Do some manual labor around the area or train with the guards. Lets either improve ourselves or our standing with Toil. He already likes us, why not make him like us more? I'm surprised a champion of Team Hunger would pass up an opportunity to see if we can devour a god.
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CourValant posted:Yes, and its about time I got recognized for my RightvotingTM. Step aside buddy, I'm here now. Throw some FOOF at something
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Outrail posted:Step aside buddy, I'm here now. Ahhh, Team FOOF, how I've missed you. No, not really  
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Alas, you do not have any FOOF with you. Transporting it across region borders is super illegal even if you are a citizen, and a licensed monster hunting citizen at that. Rest assured, that if Abigail were here she probably would have brought it with her anyway.
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:Alas, you do not have any FOOF with you. Transporting it across region borders is super illegal even if you are a citizen, and a licensed monster hunting citizen at that. Because, of course she would, she's our X-factor, Charlie Day style.
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:Rest assured, that if Abigail were here she probably would have brought it with her anyway. Did we ever make 'grenade sized' FOOF vials, or are they still the 'Nuclear Option'?
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CourValant posted:Did we ever make 'grenade sized' FOOF vials, or are they still the 'Nuclear Option'? The Alchemist tasked you with getting some Ankheg Ichor and Tortaur Shell to produce a FOO-bolt for your Siege Arbalest.
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:The Alchemist tasked you with getting some Ankheg Ichor and Tortaur Shell to produce a FOO-bolt for your Siege Arbalest. Welp. Guess we're not getting them Tortaur Shells then.
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CourValant posted:Welp. Guess we're not getting them Tortaur Shells then. We can still lob a barrel of the stuff out of a catapult. FOOF the whole God drat world.
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Outrail posted:FOOF the whole God drat world. Simmer down, Pyro. We wouldn't have anything left to hunt.
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CourValant posted:Simmer down, Pyro. Mixing FOOF and cupcakes: to limits of your imagination and beyond.
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Blasphemaster posted:I'm honestly amazed that the quantity we have still hasn't reacted and destroyed our HQ (and the entire surrounding area). (GM rolls dice behind screen, menacingly)
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alpaca diseases posted:(GM rolls dice behind screen, menacingly) As has been mentioned previously; no one really knows the actual life span of a gnome. The natural cause of death for them, as far as has been established, is explosions.
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:As has been mentioned previously; no one really knows the actual life span of a gnome. The natural cause of death for them, as far as has been established, is explosions. Yelp, time to start a new life in Rim then, since it sounds like there isn't a home to go back to.
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