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__Clocky

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About __Clocky

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    Man. Maybe in the future.

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    Male
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    The Wheat Fields
  • Interests
    I just want to grill, fer Knox's sake!

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  • Character Name
    Bugharz'Grat | James Peregrin
  • Character Race
    Orc | Halfling

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  1. Elsiimah'Ceru the Sailor nods lightly, skimming the missive. "Hopefully this will stop those apes from screwing with the tavern. A fine place to get drinks after a 'hard' war."
  2. Elsiimah’Ceru could not care one bit. He throws the missive aside and continues tending to his single wheat crop.
  3. A ‘ker gave a careless flick of his wrist as he counted up coins. “Shame; I wasn’t credited.” His own blade still had a light dent - and stench, from smashing it into the iron citizen doors, and one such Orenian hiding behind it.
  4. Seems moreso like a voidal magic if anything, as @ᴜɴᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ said above. I feel like this fits more in the category of a feat or magic if anything, and a pointless one at that - just reiterating what unwillingly said, but it seems like pointless party tricks which some people might like, I'm obviously fine with that - just no reason for it to be a CA or magic and for it to die out and nobody use it except for the three people who play deranged jester characters. yes, you know who you are
  5. A benevolent 'ker strode about the grounds of stone tower, picking up all the lobsters flailing about on the ground. Unfortunately for them, he was not so benevolent - the same fate being met upon them that they sought to enact upon the kin of Urguan.
  6. A 'ker schemes intently in his abode. The same 'ker who had captured the ISA Lieutenant, so he thought he was. Biconical crystals placed throughout as lighting glowing brighter. Brighter red. A crimson shade, flowing through the room. "When will they learn? The crimson machine only grows bigger from here, and it sure isn't the dwarves being used as fuel."
  7. A small dwarf courier brings the missive to the 'ker while working. The 'ker sadly not noticing his dwarven friend as he was looking up and not down. "Oh. Sorry. Didn't see you there..." The dwarf held up the note, stretching his arms up and standing on his toes. The 'ker glanced over, then tossing it into his crucible with a bellow of laugher echoing throughout his abode. "The legacy of Horen came to this."
  8. A shrouded 'ker sits in his forge. Ruminating. Brandishing his blade. Turning his head towards the crackadonk bodyparts piled up beside him. "I finally have a use for this. Horen's children shall pay." There yonder a noise could be heard from Elysium. Biconical crystals amounted glowing upon the steps into the chancery. Hammer striking anvil as the 'ker set to work.
  9. After the game, Elsiimah’Ceru could be spotted in a dark alleyway..… “Hey man, gimme some of the good stuff!” He could be spotted walking away with a bottle full of a dark liquid and a salty powder…
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