Turbo_Dog

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

Yeah we are. Going to help the trailblazing efforts?

The cackles of an Imp filled the halls of an evil lair at hearing about the effort of the holy group of Lemon Hill. A dubious plan is now in the kitchen cooking, will it be burnt and unusable only time will tell.

I love Jarad Munnel

My friend who loves 1960’s music was in a bad mood today. Guess he was in a bit of a funk.

Name: Spuds Loa’chil Race(Only one t'is valid unless ye are a known adventurer): Musin Who ye vote for Sheriff?: Sakura Collingwood Who ye vote for Mayor?: Rosebud Applefoot Anything else t'ae add?: Musin and Proud I say this out loud

The musin would sharpen his greatsword and stock up on stones. “No bone head will dare touch my friends.” He said to no one as he worked away

I’m going bonkers I’m going mad I need this!

The Imp scowls. He had missed the food that was suppose to come to his front door “NNOOOOOOOOO!” He cries to the Heavens probably the only time he would acknowledge it

I like it. I can finally roleplay C-Moon +1. Redlines are clear and set perfectly reasonable boundaries to the magic.

An imp screeched out a wretched sounding battle cry getting his hopes up for a feast of flesh that is coming right to his front door “OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY FLESH THING NUM NUMS COMING TO ME ME!”

A imp had the missive call read to him scowling “Do not not test me man things you will be eaten devoured yes yes!”

Dope rewrite

Want help with making a Musin CA?