A faint buzzing noise fills the air It grows louder and closer until what appears to be a massive bug-like vessel floats right above the tavern. People can feel the vibration in the air as the wings of the vessel fold inwards and it lands a few yards away.
A hatch made from violet-tinted glass, fashioned to appear as the insect's eye, slowly opens and a massive bipedal hippo emerges. The hippo is adorned in a military-like uniform that appears gaudy to some. It carries a musket in one hand, two pistols in holsters around its waist, and a canister-like contraption holding three bombs on a sling around its shoulder. The hippo smokes a pipe, and smoke wafts out from its two nose holes as it looks around.
Following the hippo is a bipedal, insect-like creature. Its moss-colored green carapace is covered in deep scratches, and it wears a harness that holds two scimitars on its back. A belt around its waist holds a sheath with a dagger slipped inside. A small hamster-like being sits on the bug's shoulder, its grey and white fur wavering slightly as it devours a small dried fruit.
The bug waves its antenna around quietly, its compound eyes searching the area. It turns to the hippo, staring at it for a moment before the hippo nods and steps off the ship.
*I LOVE THEM ALL ALREADY*
*Anyone of my characters in particular you want to interreact?*
*anyone is fine! :D*
Pavano and Sheela look up, amazed and too interested to move.
The hippo looks over and walks over. kinda waddling because of how big he is. "Hello there child and scaly one." He says, a Russian accent prominent. "I am Commander Brutus. Leader of the Lunar-Troops." He nods proudly and turns from the child to the bipedal bug "This is my comrade, Krich. He is a good bug-man. Best weapons maker I know."
Krich wavers his antenna quietly while extending his upper left hand to Pavano and Sheela. If they shake his hand, they hear a voice enter their mind. "Hello there. It is nice to meet you."
A faint buzzing noise fills the air It grows louder and closer until what appears to be a massive bug-like vessel floats right above the tavern. People can feel the vibration in the air as the wings of the vessel fold inwards and it lands a few yards away.
A hatch made from violet-tinted glass, fashioned to appear as the insect's eye, slowly opens and a massive bipedal hippo emerges. The hippo is adorned in a military-like uniform that appears gaudy to some. It carries a musket in one hand, two pistols in holsters around its waist, and a canister-like contraption holding three bombs on a sling around its shoulder. The hippo smokes a pipe, and smoke wafts out from its two nose holes as it looks around.
Following the hippo is a bipedal, insect-like creature. Its moss-colored green carapace is covered in deep scratches, and it wears a harness that holds two scimitars on its back. A belt around its waist holds a sheath with a dagger slipped inside. A small hamster-like being sits on the bug's shoulder, its grey and white fur wavering slightly as it devours a small dried fruit.
The bug waves its antenna around quietly, its compound eyes searching the area. It turns to the hippo, staring at it for a moment before the hippo nods and steps off the ship.
*I LOVE THEM ALL ALREADY*
*Anyone of my characters in particular you want to interreact?*
*anyone is fine! :D*
Pavano and Sheela look up, amazed and too interested to move.
The hippo looks over and walks over. kinda waddling because of how big he is. "Hello there child and scaly one." He says, a Russian accent prominent. "I am Commander Brutus. Leader of the Lunar-Troops." He nods proudly and turns from the child to the bipedal bug "This is my comrade, Krich. He is a good bug-man. Best weapons maker I know."
Krich wavers his antenna quietly while extending his upper left hand to Pavano and Sheela. If they shake his hand, they hear a voice enter their mind. "Hello there. It is nice to meet you."
*I'm laughing so hard, Krich is a great bug-man*
They both uniformly nod as Commander Brutus speaks, and shake Krich's hand. They both seem shocked when he speaks in their minds.
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Mr. Black is out in the forest, setting up some sort of elaborate feast.
A bipedal bug creature is waling through the forest with a large bipedal hippo following after, waddling behind because of how big he is. The Bug-creature waves at Mr Black.
A faint buzzing noise fills the air It grows louder and closer until what appears to be a massive bug-like vessel floats right above the tavern. People can feel the vibration in the air as the wings of the vessel fold inwards and it lands a few yards away.
A hatch made from violet-tinted glass, fashioned to appear as the insect's eye, slowly opens and a massive bipedal hippo emerges. The hippo is adorned in a military-like uniform that appears gaudy to some. It carries a musket in one hand, two pistols in holsters around its waist, and a canister-like contraption holding three bombs on a sling around its shoulder. The hippo smokes a pipe, and smoke wafts out from its two nose holes as it looks around.
Following the hippo is a bipedal, insect-like creature. Its moss-colored green carapace is covered in deep scratches, and it wears a harness that holds two scimitars on its back. A belt around its waist holds a sheath with a dagger slipped inside. A small hamster-like being sits on the bug's shoulder, its grey and white fur wavering slightly as it devours a small dried fruit.
The bug waves its antenna around quietly, its compound eyes searching the area. It turns to the hippo, staring at it for a moment before the hippo nods and steps off the ship.
*I LOVE THEM ALL ALREADY*
*Anyone of my characters in particular you want to interreact?*
*anyone is fine! :D*
Pavano and Sheela look up, amazed and too interested to move.
The hippo looks over and walks over. kinda waddling because of how big he is. "Hello there child and scaly one." He says, a Russian accent prominent. "I am Commander Brutus. Leader of the Lunar-Troops." He nods proudly and turns from the child to the bipedal bug "This is my comrade, Krich. He is a good bug-man. Best weapons maker I know."
Krich wavers his antenna quietly while extending his upper left hand to Pavano and Sheela. If they shake his hand, they hear a voice enter their mind. "Hello there. It is nice to meet you."
*I'm laughing so hard, Krich is a great bug-man*
They both uniformly nod as Commander Brutus speaks, and shake Krich's hand. They both seem shocked when he speaks in their minds.
Krich picks up the hampster on his shoulder and holds it out to them both "This is Poppers. He works the helm for us. He may not seem like much, but he knows math and navigation." Krich says with a waver of his antenna.
Mr. Black is out in the forest, setting up some sort of elaborate feast.
Ambrosius watches, wondering what he's doing.
Mr. Black isn't doing anything to hide his aura, so his presence is somewhat overwhelming. A lesser being might even be frightened by it. Actually, they definitely would have been frightened by it, judging by the sheer lack of animals or people in the nearby area. It is silent, as though a powerful predator was stalking nearby.
Upon closer inspection, there are duplicates of some of the elaborate foods on the hand-carved dining table. Ambrosius can count at least three platters of what looks to be giant crab sashimi topped with caviar and delicately arranged to look like giant flowers.
A faint buzzing noise fills the air It grows louder and closer until what appears to be a massive bug-like vessel floats right above the tavern. People can feel the vibration in the air as the wings of the vessel fold inwards and it lands a few yards away.
A hatch made from violet-tinted glass, fashioned to appear as the insect's eye, slowly opens and a massive bipedal hippo emerges. The hippo is adorned in a military-like uniform that appears gaudy to some. It carries a musket in one hand, two pistols in holsters around its waist, and a canister-like contraption holding three bombs on a sling around its shoulder. The hippo smokes a pipe, and smoke wafts out from its two nose holes as it looks around.
Following the hippo is a bipedal, insect-like creature. Its moss-colored green carapace is covered in deep scratches, and it wears a harness that holds two scimitars on its back. A belt around its waist holds a sheath with a dagger slipped inside. A small hamster-like being sits on the bug's shoulder, its grey and white fur wavering slightly as it devours a small dried fruit.
The bug waves its antenna around quietly, its compound eyes searching the area. It turns to the hippo, staring at it for a moment before the hippo nods and steps off the ship.
*I LOVE THEM ALL ALREADY*
*Anyone of my characters in particular you want to interreact?*
*anyone is fine! :D*
Pavano and Sheela look up, amazed and too interested to move.
The hippo looks over and walks over. kinda waddling because of how big he is. "Hello there child and scaly one." He says, a Russian accent prominent. "I am Commander Brutus. Leader of the Lunar-Troops." He nods proudly and turns from the child to the bipedal bug "This is my comrade, Krich. He is a good bug-man. Best weapons maker I know."
Krich wavers his antenna quietly while extending his upper left hand to Pavano and Sheela. If they shake his hand, they hear a voice enter their mind. "Hello there. It is nice to meet you."
*I'm laughing so hard, Krich is a great bug-man*
They both uniformly nod as Commander Brutus speaks, and shake Krich's hand. They both seem shocked when he speaks in their minds.
Krich picks up the hampster on his shoulder and holds it out to them both "This is Poppers. He works the helm for us. He may not seem like much, but he knows math and navigation." Krich says with a waver of his antenna.
Pavano blinks and nods. "He's... a hamster."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Mr. Black is out in the forest, setting up some sort of elaborate feast.
Ambrosius watches, wondering what he's doing.
Mr. Black isn't doing anything to hide his aura, so his presence is somewhat overwhelming. A lesser being might even be frightened by it. Actually, they definitely would have been frightened by it, judging by the sheer lack of animals or people in the nearby area. It is silent, as though a powerful predator was stalking nearby.
Upon closer inspection, there are duplicates of some of the elaborate foods on the hand-carved dining table. Ambrosius can count at least three platters of what looks to be giant crab sashimi topped with caviar and delicately arranged to look like giant flowers.
"What are you making there."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Mr. Black is out in the forest, setting up some sort of elaborate feast.
A bipedal bug creature is waling through the forest with a large bipedal hippo following after, waddling behind because of how big he is. The Bug-creature waves at Mr Black.
Mr. Black's gaze rakes over them. As spelljammers, they can recognize supernatural fear effects and predatory intent, and as such are probably not actually intimidated. However, Mr. Black looks back to what he was doing almost immediately after getting a good look.
Mr. Black is out in the forest, setting up some sort of elaborate feast.
A bipedal bug creature is waling through the forest with a large bipedal hippo following after, waddling behind because of how big he is. The Bug-creature waves at Mr Black.
Mr. Black's gaze rakes over them. As spelljammers, they can recognize supernatural fear effects and predatory intent, and as such are probably not actually intimidated. However, Mr. Black looks back to what he was doing almost immediately after getting a good look.
While the Giff seems to back away, his eyes flicking about anxiously, his hand on his musket. However, the Thri-Kreen doesn't seem to be bothered, walking right up to him, and tapping him on the shoulder gently. (Can Mr Black be contacted by Telepathy?)
Mr. Black is out in the forest, setting up some sort of elaborate feast.
Ambrosius watches, wondering what he's doing.
Mr. Black isn't doing anything to hide his aura, so his presence is somewhat overwhelming. A lesser being might even be frightened by it. Actually, they definitely would have been frightened by it, judging by the sheer lack of animals or people in the nearby area. It is silent, as though a powerful predator was stalking nearby.
Upon closer inspection, there are duplicates of some of the elaborate foods on the hand-carved dining table. Ambrosius can count at least three platters of what looks to be giant crab sashimi topped with caviar and delicately arranged to look like giant flowers.
"What are you making there."
"Practice run. I've got a client coming over, and I can't afford to mess up. I mean that literally. Elder Evils are pretty rich these days now that they've become aware of how much mortals value money."
A faint buzzing noise fills the air It grows louder and closer until what appears to be a massive bug-like vessel floats right above the tavern. People can feel the vibration in the air as the wings of the vessel fold inwards and it lands a few yards away.
A hatch made from violet-tinted glass, fashioned to appear as the insect's eye, slowly opens and a massive bipedal hippo emerges. The hippo is adorned in a military-like uniform that appears gaudy to some. It carries a musket in one hand, two pistols in holsters around its waist, and a canister-like contraption holding three bombs on a sling around its shoulder. The hippo smokes a pipe, and smoke wafts out from its two nose holes as it looks around.
Following the hippo is a bipedal, insect-like creature. Its moss-colored green carapace is covered in deep scratches, and it wears a harness that holds two scimitars on its back. A belt around its waist holds a sheath with a dagger slipped inside. A small hamster-like being sits on the bug's shoulder, its grey and white fur wavering slightly as it devours a small dried fruit.
The bug waves its antenna around quietly, its compound eyes searching the area. It turns to the hippo, staring at it for a moment before the hippo nods and steps off the ship.
*I LOVE THEM ALL ALREADY*
*Anyone of my characters in particular you want to interreact?*
*anyone is fine! :D*
Pavano and Sheela look up, amazed and too interested to move.
The hippo looks over and walks over. kinda waddling because of how big he is. "Hello there child and scaly one." He says, a Russian accent prominent. "I am Commander Brutus. Leader of the Lunar-Troops." He nods proudly and turns from the child to the bipedal bug "This is my comrade, Krich. He is a good bug-man. Best weapons maker I know."
Krich wavers his antenna quietly while extending his upper left hand to Pavano and Sheela. If they shake his hand, they hear a voice enter their mind. "Hello there. It is nice to meet you."
*I'm laughing so hard, Krich is a great bug-man*
They both uniformly nod as Commander Brutus speaks, and shake Krich's hand. They both seem shocked when he speaks in their minds.
Krich picks up the hampster on his shoulder and holds it out to them both "This is Poppers. He works the helm for us. He may not seem like much, but he knows math and navigation." Krich says with a waver of his antenna.
Pavano blinks and nods. "He's... a hamster."
Brutus chuckles deeply, his laugh seeming to be merry "It is quite different where we are from little one." He said and Krich nodded, petting the hamster with his lower arms.
Mr. Black is out in the forest, setting up some sort of elaborate feast.
A bipedal bug creature is waling through the forest with a large bipedal hippo following after, waddling behind because of how big he is. The Bug-creature waves at Mr Black.
Mr. Black's gaze rakes over them. As spelljammers, they can recognize supernatural fear effects and predatory intent, and as such are probably not actually intimidated. However, Mr. Black looks back to what he was doing almost immediately after getting a good look.
While the Giff seems to back away, his eyes flicking about anxiously, his hand on his musket. However, the Thri-Kreen doesn't seem to be bothered, walking right up to him, and tapping him on the shoulder gently. (Can Mr Black be contacted by Telepathy?)
*Yes, but he can't communicate back without causing psychic pain to the target. Telepathically, he will be completely silent.* The aura dims as the Thri-Kreen approaches, but it doesn't go away.
Mr. Black is out in the forest, setting up some sort of elaborate feast.
Ambrosius watches, wondering what he's doing.
Mr. Black isn't doing anything to hide his aura, so his presence is somewhat overwhelming. A lesser being might even be frightened by it. Actually, they definitely would have been frightened by it, judging by the sheer lack of animals or people in the nearby area. It is silent, as though a powerful predator was stalking nearby.
Upon closer inspection, there are duplicates of some of the elaborate foods on the hand-carved dining table. Ambrosius can count at least three platters of what looks to be giant crab sashimi topped with caviar and delicately arranged to look like giant flowers.
"What are you making there."
"Practice run. I've got a client coming over, and I can't afford to mess up. I mean that literally. Elder Evils are pretty rich these days now that they've become aware of how much mortals value money."
"I can help in any way?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A faint buzzing noise fills the air It grows louder and closer until what appears to be a massive bug-like vessel floats right above the tavern. People can feel the vibration in the air as the wings of the vessel fold inwards and it lands a few yards away.
A hatch made from violet-tinted glass, fashioned to appear as the insect's eye, slowly opens and a massive bipedal hippo emerges. The hippo is adorned in a military-like uniform that appears gaudy to some. It carries a musket in one hand, two pistols in holsters around its waist, and a canister-like contraption holding three bombs on a sling around its shoulder. The hippo smokes a pipe, and smoke wafts out from its two nose holes as it looks around.
Following the hippo is a bipedal, insect-like creature. Its moss-colored green carapace is covered in deep scratches, and it wears a harness that holds two scimitars on its back. A belt around its waist holds a sheath with a dagger slipped inside. A small hamster-like being sits on the bug's shoulder, its grey and white fur wavering slightly as it devours a small dried fruit.
The bug waves its antenna around quietly, its compound eyes searching the area. It turns to the hippo, staring at it for a moment before the hippo nods and steps off the ship.
*I LOVE THEM ALL ALREADY*
*Anyone of my characters in particular you want to interreact?*
*anyone is fine! :D*
Pavano and Sheela look up, amazed and too interested to move.
The hippo looks over and walks over. kinda waddling because of how big he is. "Hello there child and scaly one." He says, a Russian accent prominent. "I am Commander Brutus. Leader of the Lunar-Troops." He nods proudly and turns from the child to the bipedal bug "This is my comrade, Krich. He is a good bug-man. Best weapons maker I know."
Krich wavers his antenna quietly while extending his upper left hand to Pavano and Sheela. If they shake his hand, they hear a voice enter their mind. "Hello there. It is nice to meet you."
*I'm laughing so hard, Krich is a great bug-man*
They both uniformly nod as Commander Brutus speaks, and shake Krich's hand. They both seem shocked when he speaks in their minds.
Krich picks up the hampster on his shoulder and holds it out to them both "This is Poppers. He works the helm for us. He may not seem like much, but he knows math and navigation." Krich says with a waver of his antenna.
Pavano blinks and nods. "He's... a hamster."
Brutus chuckles deeply, his laugh seeming to be merry "It is quite different where we are from little one." He said and Krich nodded, petting the hamster with his lower arms.
Pavano makes a mental note to make sure Sheela doesn't try to catch Poppers. "Oh."
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
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The hippo looks over and walks over. kinda waddling because of how big he is. "Hello there child and scaly one." He says, a Russian accent prominent. "I am Commander Brutus. Leader of the Lunar-Troops." He nods proudly and turns from the child to the bipedal bug "This is my comrade, Krich. He is a good bug-man. Best weapons maker I know."
Krich wavers his antenna quietly while extending his upper left hand to Pavano and Sheela. If they shake his hand, they hear a voice enter their mind. "Hello there. It is nice to meet you."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Mr. Black is out in the forest, setting up some sort of elaborate feast.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No, not really."
Oslo tries to sew a few together, and, well... fails.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*I'm laughing so hard, Krich is a great bug-man*
They both uniformly nod as Commander Brutus speaks, and shake Krich's hand. They both seem shocked when he speaks in their minds.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Ambrosius watches, wondering what he's doing.
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A bipedal bug creature is waling through the forest with a large bipedal hippo following after, waddling behind because of how big he is. The Bug-creature waves at Mr Black.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Krich picks up the hampster on his shoulder and holds it out to them both "This is Poppers. He works the helm for us. He may not seem like much, but he knows math and navigation." Krich says with a waver of his antenna.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Mr. Black isn't doing anything to hide his aura, so his presence is somewhat overwhelming. A lesser being might even be frightened by it. Actually, they definitely would have been frightened by it, judging by the sheer lack of animals or people in the nearby area. It is silent, as though a powerful predator was stalking nearby.
Upon closer inspection, there are duplicates of some of the elaborate foods on the hand-carved dining table. Ambrosius can count at least three platters of what looks to be giant crab sashimi topped with caviar and delicately arranged to look like giant flowers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Pavano blinks and nods. "He's... a hamster."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"What are you making there."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
Mr. Black's gaze rakes over them. As spelljammers, they can recognize supernatural fear effects and predatory intent, and as such are probably not actually intimidated. However, Mr. Black looks back to what he was doing almost immediately after getting a good look.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Gtg, may be back soon, but more likely not*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*See you Baalz!*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
While the Giff seems to back away, his eyes flicking about anxiously, his hand on his musket. However, the Thri-Kreen doesn't seem to be bothered, walking right up to him, and tapping him on the shoulder gently. (Can Mr Black be contacted by Telepathy?)
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Practice run. I've got a client coming over, and I can't afford to mess up. I mean that literally. Elder Evils are pretty rich these days now that they've become aware of how much mortals value money."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Brutus chuckles deeply, his laugh seeming to be merry "It is quite different where we are from little one." He said and Krich nodded, petting the hamster with his lower arms.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Yes, but he can't communicate back without causing psychic pain to the target. Telepathically, he will be completely silent.* The aura dims as the Thri-Kreen approaches, but it doesn't go away.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I can help in any way?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
*Okie dokie! See ya dude!!*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Pavano makes a mental note to make sure Sheela doesn't try to catch Poppers. "Oh."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.