Turbo_Dog

Nooooo John noooooo

I know some of yall are going to ride into berry bushes again today. Watch out

Some more inferi love. Thank you for this, I hope it goes through!

Dhen would be fixing a table with a new hammer it had gotten “I sure do hope no one has lost their hammer. Would be a shame not to have the right tool for the job of fixing furniture.” Afterwards it read the missive “Well he can’t have my hammer.”

Spuds read on. The moment he finished reading he ran out of his house and got on his faithful mastiff mount that quickly set off towards Norland nothing would stop his from candy and trinkets by his favorite sugar provider “ONWARDS BROWNIE! WE HAVE TO GET THERE BEFORE SHE RUNS OUT OF PIE AGAIN! MUSH MUSH!” 

Dhen sat in the empty courtroom. Ready. 

I may be late but I read this guide again. I’ve seen just how being an ugly character generates rp so easily. Every word is true and the guide is lovely. I will hold it dearly

A monstrous greyskinned creature sat in the square of Balian, the sun not making a difference as its brilliant rays beat down on the skin of the creature. It thought over facial expression and what it was told yesterday  “Comedic facial expressions. What is comedy to many? This I will have to run tests on.” Dhen stood up and walked into the tavern, going to subject the patrons to a pop quiz 

3 hours ago, Lord_of_losers said:

ill play a rodent the day i can play a rat

say no more

To really help drive the point home Dhen released a short solo that was pinned below the Balian version of this publication 

Irene you have been beat.

Sit back listen to my technique.

For you, the outcome is bleak.

Young Primordial is on a winning streak.

Is this war that you seek?

now listen as your bones creak

You are nothing but a freak

this song, was my treat.

4 hours ago, Jihnyny said:

 

Toshirō, though, wounded by an impeccable duel between an Imp and himself, could not help but smile at what had happened. He prayed to the Kami for forgiveness, but it changed nothing. He felt guilt for the enjoyment, guilt for what was to come. Perhaps this would open new job contracts for a darkspawn hunter such as himself. He said no words but the two;

“私は生き残った”

An imp stirred around in ire within the writhing the pits of the horrific realm, his home, the Moz. After having been slain he wouldn’t remember his slayer but couldn’t help but feel as if his death was unique and that whatever killed him hopefully remembered his face or if he died by falling down the impossibly long stairs “DAAL WILL FREE HIMSELF IN MONTHS MONTHS! GASHADOOKIEKURO WAIT FOR MEEEEEE!”

Dhen looked at the missive, simply saying “John’s insulting poem must of been too good. She is taking the ones he loves because she can’t make a better song. I must pen one for John to join the cause.” The thing then turned around and set to work writing down the next big Balian hit 

MUSIN, the micemen of the server! You know them (probably) and have your opinion of them.

Hello gamers it’s me again a year later from my last try at this. Let’s give it another go. You may have seen me around or not, for those who don’t know me. Nice to meet you I am Turbo, I lead the beast folk race on the server known as the Musin. I understand not everyone knows what a Musin is so let me give you a quick rundown on what they are.

Musin are a beast race of mice people, they resemble the house mouse but most certainly aren’t wild beasts like them. They are clean freaks and can speak fluent common and even preform alchemy. How cool is that?!
 

“But Turbo” I can hear some asking in their head or at their screen “Basically anyone can do those tasks. What makes musin so special?” Well I am glad you asked! Musin, can add unfathomable amounts of pizazz to their mundane tasks. Need to get up somewhere that typically most could reach just in arms distance? Musin have to do a little thinking and innovating or just jump and parkour around. They are little fellas in a big fella world. Everything is interesting and an adventure can be made just by trying to reach a cookie jar on a counter.

So why play a musin? Musin have a handful of reasons to be played. For one they are a great way to break away from the everyday practices and really feel free and whimsical. They have barriers to be overcome which is a narrative in itself, a grand story to be told from the stout mousemen. And now we have a community created culture! One of the big things people disliked about musin when I asked is the lack of culture. While musin can blend into any culture and add any twists they like to it our new personal culture is now an offer, no one is obliged to roleplay it but it is now out there. I will link the culture posts in the spoiler below this text block here.

So with that said, if you are interested, curious, or otherwise have questions feel free to reach out personally or preferably join our discord! We have skinners who would happily make free musin heads, we have outfits, and a help channel for the CA. The recipe for success. Now all that is needed is you so we warmly invite you to come and join us once more. Excited to see you and May the 4th be with you!

discord:

https://discord.gg/6nF4bV2n

Spuds who actually went up to the keep opened a donation barrel, sand flowing out. He check another, and then another, and then the last one “Well if they need sand they most certainly have it then.”

“Crazy? No, never was I crazy, never locked in any room before with field rodents.” 

-The Author of this missive

Hello Aveos land of the brave. It is nice to meet some of you and others nice to see you again. I’ve been meaning to write this missive for a bit but I just was a lazy writer and finally set aside time for it to be honest with you dear reader. Now enough padding time for my message to you.

I WANT TO SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS! For years I’ve been sitting on my abundance of vast knowledge, hoarding more and more for it but never finding use for it how I was going about it. I have learnt miracle cures. The means to halt saddened hearts (the feeling. I don’t stop hearts unless). Limb replacements. And more that I could use ink writing, but there is no fun in that. So I give you all this offer. Send me a bird or talk to me directly about getting your problems solved and trust me I will solve them. Think there is some catch or hook? Well I know some of you are skeptical to believe this and well good on you for looking out for yourself and those you love. I might ask for something on a case by case basis. Nothing extraordinary or crazy but most likely candy in return.

So send a bird my way or find me personally. I await you troubled and problem-riddled people of Aveos. I await you.

— Sincerely, Spuds

“THAT IS MY HOUSE IN THE BACKGROUND! PATCHES GET THE PICTURE FRAME!” Spuds exclaimed as he burst out of his Babblebrook abode 

1 hour ago, TreeSmoothie said:

 

"ABORT IT," hissed some ancient, undead thing - crumpling the missive. It furiously stomped on it as another spam-letter entered through the window. "WHY DO I KEEP GETTING THESE!?"

 

A absolute dastardly imp. Dubious Daal himself would fill the undead thing’s mailbox with yet more mail which were all drawings of his stupid little face laughing at the unfortunate recipient who had their mailbox crammed with it 

Spuds sat back, reading over the news “This calls for the great plan to change just a little once more. All according to the great plan.”

My frost witch white knight <3

11 hours ago, DrFong said:

Knave of Babblebrook began taking vigorous notes about health codes. If they are inspecting taverns, maybe fast-food is next and we keep our Mush-Burger Palace Mush-Burger Patties in a soggy wooden box on the floor.

Spuds sat at Mush-Burger eating famous Babblebrookian sandwich known as a mush burger. No qualms were heard yet

Teach me paladinism? :))

real question: how did you think of the wanderess and all that community?

Dhen looked at it’s very empty schedule and went to try and mark down this time and date to attend

Dhen sat down at its favorite Balian bench [the one right of the notice board] and thought over the court. It was a show for sure, but it was a day to remember for certain. The respect of the people now in its hands, a treasure to hold close. “I wonder why he simply didn’t accept the truth of the matter with grace. Logic doesn’t seem to be the universal key. How tragic.”

Daal cackled, falling to the ground and rolled around in laughter “SAR-RIN SHOULD SHOULD PAY GIVE MORE RAKKIR YUM YUMS! KEEP KEEP ALLY THINGS THAT WAY WAY!” 

Nub wae