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Yip [Portrait under construction] HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 0 -> 1 Yip was small, careful thing. No good at traps. No good at eats. No fast. Just small, patient. Hol'm was under attack. Other cobbols, they fight. Yip try to make so no fight happen. Yip Hide Door: 1d100+10 = 83 Where was warren? Who know.
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 1 -> 2 Hol'm was safe! But villagers knew Hol'm. What do? Dig! Always dig. Where? Dunno! Just dig! Diggy Diggy Hole: 1d100+1 = 30
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 2->3 Downtime - Scouting Someone yelled at yip to dig elsewhere, but Yip was easily frightened. Yip decided to go hide outside instead. Yip Hide Outside: 1d100+1 84 (+10 if hiding is off cooldown??) Hopefully no one would find Yip in the bokbokbox, over by the moolands. Sometimes, if lucky, there was 'Egg'. Maybe Yip lucky today?
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 2->3 + 5 = 8 Yip eyed the scythe greedily, it would be a perfect weapon to strike with from hidden places, though it suspected a bigger, stronger cobbold would get at it first. Claim Scythe +1: 1d100 37 Regardless, Yip crept up to mother Magdalene and tugged at her cloak gently. "Yip think orcses nicely, is for to work with good! No witch-finding is our motto, only cobbold helpers yes?" Hedgehog-eyes gleaming with innocence. When warren-talked transitioned to what should be done about the nasty hunams however, Yip was much less pro-active. "Be safe in hol'm." "Make hol'm safe." was all anyone could get out of him, though judging by the extremely poor quality trap-door he was trying to build using sticks and spit, one could surmise the little guy was for shoring up the warrens defences, rather than risking themselves in attack or wallowing in false security. Swedish Thaumocracy fucked around with this message at 11:21 on Jul 6, 2020 |
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 8-> 9 Bile: -> 1 Poor little Yip. Weaponless, hungry and frightened. So little, so unsure of the world. The only thing he really knew was hiding, but how would that help the warren Hol'm, when the time for battle began? Yip looked to Mother Magdalene for help. But she was weak, unconscious. A tiny bundle, bleeding for the Hol'm. Inspiration struck, and make-shift shovel followed. Yip might be too weak to pose a credible offence, yes. Yip might be too dumb to parley, yes. Yip might be too small to frighten, yes. But Yip knew how to hide. And so he hid her where no one would find her, until it was over. Hiding Mother Magdalene: 1d100+8+10 = 62 
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 9->10 Bile: 1 Yip is so very small, only the mightiest of defences would let him feel safe. So when it came time to vote, he voted for C.
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 10->11 Bile: 1 -> 0 To Yip it made perfect sense to build the hospital Mother Magdalene rather than risk injuring her by moving her around the trap filled warren. And since only Yip knew where she was hidden, naturally it fell to him to build it! Build a Hospital: 1d100+10 = 101 offering up their precious 1 Bile in the process, the cowardly cobbold set to work furnishing the already pre-dug hiding cave with whatever he thought looked safe and sanitary. Swedish Thaumocracy fucked around with this message at 19:35 on Jul 14, 2020 |
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 11->12 Bile: 0 Even Yip knew that you could only hide for so long before it didn't really count as hiding any more. You also had to hide FROM something, otherwise what were you doing with your life? Thus, when the ballot-bag rolled by his hiding place, he voted to C: take the fight to the hunams.
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Yip's eyes grew wide, and then wider still, as the lesser demon Ceres passed around the Hyperleaf to the gathered, innocent Cobbolds. Coughing up bile, Yip took a handful of leaf and stuffed into a tiny satchel that quickly disappeared amongst the spikes and fur and odd-angles of the stealthy, cowardly creature.  Ceres couldn't help but think he might have made a mistake.
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 12-13 Bile: 0 Was it time? It was time! Time for hiding the body, yesyes, time for hiding it forever!! Little yip took his hyper leaf and ripped it apart with his beak, letting the fragrant fragile foliage fragments rain down into his throat. Within seconds, Yip was a vibrating blur, his already diminutive form blurring at the edges, to the point where it was hard to keep track where he was even when he wasn't hiding. With a tiny yelp, the little cobbold vanished, heading off to bury its claws deep into the Clerics neck. Hiding to sneak attack the Cleric: 1d100+12+75 = 181
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 13-14 -3 = -> 13 Bile: 0 Yip, with claws full of blood, blur fading and memory exhausted, stumbling back to Hol'm, falling into a snoring heap in the ritual room - the dormitories were still a builders dream, not even excavated for construction, where else was there to go? But perhaps this little cobbold, though napping, could still be of use. So light, it wouldn't take more than a shove to push him into position for the Cobbold Blessing Ritual, where his body would act as a conduit for the spell, whether conscious or not. 3 Satiation to Cobbolds Blessing Cobbolds Blessing: 1d100+10-50 = 28
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 11 -> 12 Bile: 0 Yip knew instinctually when it was time to hide, and when it was time to run. Having just completed a ritual that would last until the next downtime, it was clear the only option going forward was to attack.
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 12->13 Bile: 0 "Wet eat, we fight, we eat some more! Then back to hide and build and snore." 1N to cleric. 2N to humans. 3N to Downtime.
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 13->14 Bile: 0 Little Yip was nowhere to be found, at first. At first the others thought him merely hiding, but in truth he was standing stock-still, eyes locked with the Cleric, out by the Orcs, in plain sight under the pale moon. Clutching something close to his heart. 'There was a farm.' He said, voice quavering. "Do you remember?" "On the outskirts of Lithenberg, by the forests edge, near the glassy dessert, down south-west." "You're retinue we're out there, hunting dwarrow for your Lord. Collapsing mines, burning them out. The villagers of Lithenberg had always been dwarf-friend, relying on their ores to build with and to trade. You had doomed them to starvation, but cared not. Lusting only for blood and glory. Somehow, you knew your work was not yet done. So you rounded them up, tortured them, demanding to know what traitors held the last of the small ones hidden. They broke, of course. And with torches and swords you found that farm, and burned that too, giving no care to who was inside. And who wasn't." Little Yip held the Holy Symbol out in front of him, looked down upon it questioningly. "If this is your Holy Lord, then what are demons, if not angels?"
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding Satiation: 13->14 Bile: ->1  Claiming Holy Symbol; When the Cleric Visited My Farm; Scythe: 3#1d100 18 14 69 Guarding the Cleric: 1d100+13 = 51 Swedish Thaumocracy fucked around with this message at 13:49 on Aug 3, 2020 |
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Yip -- Some time later -- Little Yip tugs at Leif's cloth, eyes manifold and gleaming. "What's an orkses? Will you eat yip like yip eat hunams? Do u know were I am?" Later, in the ritual room, Yip approaches the newest demon, Neat, with similar earnest confusion. "You demonses pretty fly fly, can teach Yip to also?" "How come when bad girl wave arms, it lighthurt beem swoosh, but when yip flail, all happen is fall over?"
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Yip Little Yip wanders off to find Carrick, who if not the Leader of the cleric guard is at least somewhat more competent at it than Yip, and asks "We eats her, yes? Demons both say is good thing. Two can't be lie, if hate."
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Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: 14->15->5 Bile: ->2 Affinities: Hospital +?, Ritual Room +? Little yip, enamoured by the new workshop hardly felt the loss of the holy symbol, that a throng of other cobbolds had wrested from him in the post-battle looting. Instead, he was busy gathering everything even remotely sharp into a pile riddled with gobs of satiation, hoping to build himself something... peculiar. As he went, he explained his construction to Ceres, who looked on with incredulity and pity.  "Yip little arm cannot flail fly, is no magix in belly! Is am not good for hides, silly denom. Silly Yip! But! Yip know good hiderer, for to make better? Sometimes, see little scurry scurry, wif legz of silver scale! Yip think; They unseen to all but Yip in hide, so double hide Yip if scurry bug, yes? Also walk on ceiling, for no one is to look there. An if fall on mans? Legs also spike!! Many funs, like traps! Can make? Is cobbold. U helps? I gief bile." Crafting a Silverfish Suit with at least 10 Satiation and the Scythe. Asking Ceres for help, willing to pay! Voting Downtime
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Swedish Thaumocracy posted:Yip HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: ->16->0 Bile: 2->0 Affinities: Hospital +?, Ritual Room +?, Workshop, +? Little Yip spent the entire downtime in the Workshop, working on his new silverfish suit, occasionally going to Ceres or Neat to ask for advice when a problem proved particularly tricky (which for little Yip was practically all the time) - sooner or later, when other Cobbolds pushed in with projects of their own, Yip got so flustered he spat out some bile and started carving out a little section for himself, so he could work in peace. As he did so, he tried to remember what it was the Cleric had actually done. Had she burned it all down, like he thought she did, or did the fires come later, and she had actually helped out with the crops? Looking at her behaviour now in the prison lent more credence to the former theory, but Yip didn't know what the word 'credence' meant so in all honesty, it was a wash. When the Cleric Visited My farm and helped build my Workshop???: 1d100+10+2 = 39 All the confusion made it hard to concentrate, but at least SOMETHING was getting done. They'd have their new workshop one way or another.
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  HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: 0->1 Bile: 0 Affinities: Hospital +?, Ritual Room +?, Workshop, +? Yip, somehow still alive and none the worse for wear, was nowhere to be seen. At least, nowhere ground-level. Having taken to his new Silverfish suit like... well, like a cobbold to any idea that gets stuck in their heads. As far as Yip was concerned, they could stay in downtime forever, but all the big'uns were talking about attacking the town so if the vote counter ever found him, that is what he would say.
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HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: 1->2 Bile: 0 Yip couldn't wait to try his new suit out, and so he set off into the forest, mindful of the plentiful traps, making sure to stay hidden from prying eyes - and to become them for whoever might venture unto H'olm. Hiding in the forest, keeping an eye out: 1d100+10+15+1 = 82
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HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: 2->3->4 Bile: 0->5 Oh! What tasty piggoe! What a well-mouthfeeling party! Oh little Yip was beside itself, jumping from place to place, plate to plate, to sneak bits of talky-talk to everyone present. To P'ark: U ask for cobbold fixrs, we fix yes? Why you here now? Is want more fix, yes? What we fix for u? U wanna big stabby stabb? U wanna no be stabby stabbed? Is want hat? TELL! To Neat: wow you bigun now! Can you see town from uphigh? What am hunams do? What am you do? To Liv: Haha you stabbies on hurt-way! Is self-trap! To Leif: What is elvses? To Magdalene: Whyfor forest nogrow foodsies? To #39:You give thing? How nicebold! Yip is want glowy stick four two wave magics, but can also be stick that not glow for when hide. Can you fix?
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HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: 4->5->0 Bile: 5->6 Little Yip was beside himself. Liv had listened to him! She wanted to fix her armour! But silly Orekses couldn't fix armour by themselves, that was why they came to the cobbolds in the first place! Yip Could hardly contain his nervous energy any more and jumped on top of the table and lay into Liv's armour with his sharp scythes simultaneously cutting off all the bindings at once, dropping it into his waiting, now bile-covered hands. Yip yip! Yipped yip and looked dismissively at the poor quality leather breastplate he had before him. The belt buckles were all wrong, the chest piece, though moulded, wasn't properly supportive and the neckline was far too revealing for combat. The combatant it was intended to needed her arms free for throwing things, but Yip noted with disgust how the warrior would run out of things to throw after but a moments conflict. No no, this wouldn't do at all!  Rubbing his claws with satiation, Yip began to massage the leather into steel, taking care to etch protective runes into it as he went. He grabbed some dirt of the H'olm floor, plate from the table and the one troublesome bandolier and crushed them all in his mandibles thoughtfully, before spitting out three fresh hardened leather belts, complete with protective pockets fit to hold any manner of throwing weapon or potion. Lastly, he took a couple of the stray throwing axes that he had accidentally pulled down with the armour and set them out in a ring on the floor, drawing a complex diagram around them with satiation, melting them into solution like quicksilver which he gently poured over the top of the armour, forming a gorget that melded seamlessly into the rest of the outfit. With a final scratch of his claws he added a simple and informative reminder that the bladed part of weapons should be pointed downwards when the intent was not to kill - not everyone was as clever as a cobbold and sometimes they needed reminding, after all. When he was done, he handed the armour back to Liv with an expectant, almost childishly hopeful look upon his many-eyed face. "Is four you!"
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HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: 0 Bile: 6 [some time later] Yip left H'olm for another scouting mission, this time with an actual direction in mind! All he had to do was to find The Farm and report back, hopefully avoiding the cnights the demon Neat had reported standing guard. When the Cleric Found My Farm: 1d100+10 63 + 10 silverfish suit = 73 to Scout the Farm
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 HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: -> 1 Bile: 6 Big hunams hide behind bigger rock, if wait, rock will be too big for cobbold. Yip is say now is time of attak!
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HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: 1 -> 2 ->0 Bile: 6 Throwing two marbles of satiation at Whistler, Yip runs after Carrick to join him in their attempt to remove whoever leads the humans from the equation. Though in Yip's little mind it was more like a violent game of hide and seek. Yip would do the hiding. Yip attempts to hide the Leader in several different places: 1d100+10+15+1 = 99 Whoever the humans had put in charge, When Yip was done? They'd never find enough of them to put them back together.
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HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: 1 -> 0 Bile: 6 Yip casually threw another marble of Satiation Whistlers way, before he rushed out of cover (sideways, across a wall) wielding his "magic" wand like the worlds bluntest dagger and barking at the top of his lungs. "You hunam big-shot gunmancer is no more alive being in future times than old farm is in before times! Clerics see to the burning, Yip see to the flaying! Is balance! Comeses demons, orkes both! We Attacc!" When the Cleric Found My Farm (and set fire to it with her magic wand???) vs the Leader: 1d100+10+1 = 72
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HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: 0 -> 1 Bile: 6 Where is little Yip? Is he in the houses, eating hunams? No, the hunams are being led to safety. Where is little Yip? Is he fighting Knights, leading a chyarge? No, the knights are busy fighting oreks and faceless. Where is little Yip? Is he doing magic with Mother Magdalene? No, Mother Magdalene is tired, oh so tired now. Where is little Yip? In the armoury, with all of the guns? Yes. That is where he is! He has all the guns now. Hiding with All The Guns: 1d100+10+15+1 43
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 HP: 5/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: 1 > 2 Bile: 6 Little Yip stepped up along-side Bluco, crouched and submissive but with a strange glare in his eyes. "Trapsed Hunams food and soon-friends maybe, fighty hunams Yip and tear. No leave to blood h'olm or mother; no leave to tell of 'bold. No surrender. Only eat.
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"In grim darkness of cobbold h'olm, there is only eat."
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HP: 5/5 > 4/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm Satiation: 2 > 3 + 4 = 7 Bile: 6 Loot: Knight Armour Knight Sword Memory: When we robbed the elves: Rolling For Memories: 1d100 70 Free Actions: Blood Flower: 1d12-1d4 = 4 Downtime: Scout the Elves: 1d100+5+15-5+1+7 97 Workshop: 5 satiation + 5 bile to upgrade Wand (at double cost) to level 2 Final Satiation: 2 Final Bile: 1
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   HP: 4/5 -> 2/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm, When we Robbed the Elves Satiation:2+6+1+2 = 11 Bile: 1+5= 6 Bookkeeping: Blood Flower lvl 2 - damage taken: 1d3 = 2 Blood Flower lvl 2 - satiation gained: 1d12-1d4 6 Hanging Gardens: +1 Satiation, Flesh Fruit Eaten, +2 satiation +5 bile, if during your post you give Mother Magdalene, a story about your heroism or bravery. H’OLM VOTE: Eat Everyone --- Yip got a crazed look in his eyes as he lugged his new Knight Armour and sword to the workshop, but after checking all his pocketses and even the hidden nook for saved satiation, he came up short for the project he had in mind. Even the bloodflower or the new hanging gardens were of little help, only bringing him a few more scraps closer to his goal, but leaving him drained and woozy. Or maybe the wooziness was just his natural state, with Yip, it was hard to tell. At one point he bumped into Mother Magdalene as she was villainously monologuing in front of the demons - somehow, even dragging the clunky suit of armour behind him, she didn't notice him approach, and neither did Yip see her above all his new gear - and after the dust had settled and profuse, confused apologized were gushed in her general direction and a soothing froggy paw scruffed his hedgehog spikes to indicate that everything was alright - the little cobbold sat down dutifully as Mother Magdalene asked him to tell her a tale of battle, as she had missed out on most of the fighting. "Ohs! Yip was sneaksing, foundem hidey spot for boomers and tasty hunams, but they talk and sing and sing and talk and some draw but with old, boring colours until Yip leave. Saw big fightman though. Later, Yip saw tall Elvis in damp trees, many bow, many bow, also big circle wardy thing but symbol make it pop! Anyway, when is eats? Can we eats all Hunams? Can we eats Elvis?" -- Long after he was done talking to Mother Magdalene, he noticed she had left his spikes full of bile. What a thoughtful gift! Rushing with his new fortune to the workshop, Yip began work on his masterpiece, the Silverfish Armour Mk2. Combining Silverfish Suit and Knight Armour for 10 satiation and 5 bile. Swedish Thaumocracy fucked around with this message at 17:58 on Oct 5, 2020 |
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  HP: 4/5 -> 2/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm, When we Robbed the Elves Satiation: 1 Bile: 1 With nary a sound, young Yip slid up to the warrior P'ak, climbing over his armour as if it were a tree and the cobbold an awful, armour-plated snake, before perching at ear-height and whispering softly "we hunts for you" Weather that was a promise or a threat was hard to tell, for Yip was gone before the ork had any chance to ask. When We Robbed the Elves vs Hunters: 1d100+10+1+1+15+5 = 100
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HP: 2/5 -> 3/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm, When we Robbed the Elves Satiation: 1->2->3 Bile: 1 Bookkeeping: Claim 1x Healing Potion: 1d100 53 Claim Invisibility: 1d100 49 Eat Free Healberry Vote for fighting the Elvises Yip spent his downtime going back and forth between H'olm and the swamp, relaying information on troupe movements to the orkses, and taking out targets of opportunity as they popped up. Even if no one else followed him, he would be known as Elvisbane and Orkesfriend by seasons end. Hiding to scout the Elvis: 1d100+10+2+1+5+15+15 = 87
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HP: 3/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm, When we Robbed the Elves Satiation: 3->4 Bile: 1 At first everyone thought Yip was missing, but he had just gone scouting ahead of everybody else. Oh, Yip! You should really learn to communicate better. When We Robbed the Elves we Avoided Their Patrols I Guess: 1d100+15+5+1+4 77
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HP: 3/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm, When we Robbed the Elves Satiation: 4->5 Bile: 1 1: 2 2: D - Attack the Leylines Yip was scouting. Yip was falling. Yip had no idea what was going on. Suddenly, Cobbolds started yelling, so Yip did whatever the biggest, meanest one was doing, because that seemed prudent at the time. No Memory For Magic Violence So I'll Just Wing It: 1d100+15+15+5+1 114
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HP: 3/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm, When we Robbed the Elves Satiation: 5->6 Bile: 1 Oh THAT was why the Elvises were mean, they had bad eggs! Yip knew how to fix things, as all cobbolds did. And how to make them better. Making better eggs shouldn't be too hard. After all, wasn't that what farming was all about? Now, what was it that Cleric did.. Putting All The Eggs In One Basket except the Basket is the Basketron 2000: 1d100+15+5+5+1+10 = 111
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HP: 3/5 Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm, When we Robbed the Elves Satiation: 6->7 Bile: 1 "Sleep, Eat, kraft repeat. Sometimes fite, always build. Is life, is cobbold, is all. Hunams killemall politricks confused landmasses, sadden Mother, pick at denoms; mother-friends, so cobbold fite mens. Orkses ax cobbold nice-nice for elvises meats and shinies, so cobbold shinies embetter, fite Elvises, make friend-friends. Dwarrows hide in hidey holes, become wish-wash from Elivses & watermad, though amnot hurtify cobbold so no grudge. Moon above all makadem more cobbold from gore, ask norf. What elvises ask, what elvises do, when cobbold trapses them Egg (hail Egg!) in treehome? Yip want fites, but Watermom hold Yip as babby, make yip for to sleep, so no more fite is guess. Sleep and then eat, kraft? Am make choice? Not Yip. A: Ask other mother." "
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HP: 3 -> 2/5 -?? Use rifle if taking lethal damage b/c scouting. Memory: Hiding, When the Cleric Found my Farm, When we Robbed the Elves Satiation: 7+5+3+6+10 = 31 ! Overflow error, 6 satiation lost. Bile: 1 1.) Do you sneak a corpse? (Y 1d100+30 Gain 5 satiation, and a choice of 2 items) (N) 1: Yes. Magic Memory please, and a trident for crafting. Sneak a Corpse: 1d100+30 56 2.) Do you want to go to the Dwarves first (and have to solve their problem,) or the Elves first (and have to solve their problem,) Or march towards the humans? Dwarves 3.) You have 3 turns of downtime, the base building segment will be handled by #39 (Arcanuse) as we had decided previously, decide what you’re going to do over the next 3 days, by picking one of the 3 options (or the same option 3x) DOWNTIME Hanging Gardens 3x Flesh Fruit = +6 Satiation, used immediately. Blood Flower lvl 2: 1d12-1d4 = 10 Blood Flower lvl 2 - damage taken: 1d3 = 1 Workshop Upgrade the Silverfish Suit with the trident and 25 satiation. Trident tail! Extra runes! The works! Foraging Yip Scouts The Dwarves Forever: 3#1d100+5+6 102 13 23 + whatever the silverfish bonus is for those? ~~~ Yip vanished one day. No one knew if he had just turned invisible, or ran away, or gone on an extended scouting mission. No one but mother Magdalene who kept coyly vague as to his whereabouts. And Liv, who claimed to have seen him at some point, somewhere amongst the canopies of the forest. Besides that, the only trace of him was a missing corpse from the flesh pile, three missing flesh fruit from the garden and pock-marks all over H'olm where someone with rather vicious claws had removed material for unknown reasons. Also, the giant crater in the workshop, surrounded by piles of strange but now broken tools.
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