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A musin sits with a plate of baked potatoes beside him reading the news “I wish. I wish I had that.”

from the spirit realm another Musin of the musin brigade somberly sits. Spiritual tears rolling down his face at the olog’s passing, remembering the tiny vial of honey he left in the world that she gave him with their first time meeting.

Does it have to be fresh blood (within 3 ooc hours) or how old can this blood be?

Based Disco post +1

Upgrades people, upgrades!

A Imp that was only six total words into the missive began to chew on it while babbling about Iblees to a potted plant “So so, flesh things dumb stupid. They should eat their paper too too.” The potted plant didn’t reply for it was a plant

A musin read over the advertisement in his own Vikelan home mused at the entirety of it “Maybe I should invite Sir Vera and we can pet cats over this ‘Fudge you’ cake. Sounds delicious.”

An imp slowly reads it. Sounding out each word. “NUH UH NOT TRUE TRUE ME IS NOT EVIL ME IS SUPER EVIL!” The imp then ran off the missive to show it to his fellow no good doers and devious friends

Frothing at the mouth. Finally can play iron lung but with more cubes. Such an in depth explanation of each layer.

Spuds looks happily at the hats worn by those passing by imagining better ones in his eyes on their heads

13 years jeez! Respect to your dedication. What has been your favorite ST event that you have ever been apart of? What town did your first persona go to if any?

Such Powerful and moving words

A dastardly little Imp caught a copy of the missive as he read it over and smiled ear to ear “All that that fire fuel in one spot spot? Me must make a plan plot.” He would run off to start his grand scheme that not even he knew

[!] Letters of parchment paper would be scattered throughout towns by messenger mice Arts and Scraps exchange Hello kin, It recently has come to my attention thanks to my friend that all of us are rather scattered around the land. We barely see each other and just seem to bump into each other like a happy accident. So why not get together over some clutter, clean up across the land and meet up with it at our new home at Nor’asath, specifically the Moonlight sanctuary, and start talking, exchanging stories and goods that we make with our own two hands all while repurposing these things? So get your scraps and get your recycling spirit fired up like a forge! Soon it will be time for a whole new pile of goods to grace the land. Invites are extended to: All Musin across the land. Signed, Ser Spuds Loa’chil Stormheart

I’m sure their is a joke to make about the cracker like substance part. But I’m sure it will crumble. +1

In the Loa’chil clan halls a small musin would be jotting down names he could use. He would pause at one for a while and murmured it aloud “Rodent of Unusual Size… Yes I like this one.”

[!] Foul writing was written at the top of the missive in an infernal language uncomfortable to read to any non-dark mages or beings like looking at a bright light. Following these alien word were words in common. The missive set at the front gate of the mother grove. PLANT KISSER THING THINGS ME MUST TALK SPEAK TO YOU YOU THROUGH THIS PAPER PARCHMENT! IT HAS COME COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT ONE OF MY DAALOCKS (Daal+warlocks THAT IS MY WORD) THAT IS AMONST YOU HAS BETRAYED ME ME FAILING TO LET ME IN AND TAKE ROB PLUNDER YOU. SO AS REVENGE ME IS GIVING YOU THIS INFORMATION. ME IS NOT SAYING NAME NAME TO SCARE THEM INTO APOLOGIZING BUT NOW LET IT BE KNOWN KNOWN THAT ONE IS THERE THERE! THEY HAVE ONE YEAR TO APOLOGIZE OR ELSE ME SELLS THEIR NAME NAME OUT! HEAR AND FEAR TREMBLE BEFORE ME WARNING FALSE DAALOCK YOUR TIME CYCLE THING TICK TICKS! -WITH HATE AND MORE HATE, DAAL

@CamoRein yo it’s your call

Is Lorec available for the taking?

Would this suit do anything against The Bends (decompression sickness) or is that purely up to the player to handle themselves?

“In the name of Leyd!” The musin exclaimed “A job opportunity? It’s time to get out there!” He tossed his notice to the side and went to go and start writing a letter

A certain little musin would take up his musin great axe and head out of Loa’chil clan hall to go and seek out his friends. A new adventure awaits them down in those swamps.

o7. Blitz getting really deep today wowza! This is a topic that needed to be touched on and I feel that you said it really well. Big respect man.

A musin would looking at his copy of the invite nodding a bit “Maybe they will have chocolate coated wooden planks. I should ask ahead of time.” He went to start writing a letter in reply to the invite