Bawd

I can try.

Explain to me in graphic detail what yaoi is.

Mardo Wigglewobble, of 1 Pete's Plunge.

I'd be quite interested.

High Priest Mardo prepares the ancient sacrificial pumpkin rituals.

"BAH! Heathens!" The High Priest spits. "Liberal 'Alflings are taking over our government! Well I'll tell yer, they'll regret it! The Pum'kin Lord don't look kindly on hairy-ticks!" He takes another sip of his ale, now actually reading the rest of the poster. "This should've been taken up wit' me. Fumble's gone an' done it now, he has. Dirty lib'rals."

The Dread Knights, now scattered and almost defunct, had been summoned. In a chamber deep beneath the ground, suits of armour held a conclave before a gargantuan throne. Upon this throne was the Dread Lord Verin, silent and unmoving, until every Knight who was to come had arrived. The iron despot then spoke, quietly, as if every word were precious. "My Knights," he rasped, "I have become... defunct. I am rusted and weary." There was a long quiet, during which no Knight dared speak. "Elbent," came the Lord's voice, "step forward." The Dread Knight Elbent followed his Lord's command, stepping into the space between him and the Knights. He stood under the watchful gaze of his brethren, the respectful silence still in place. "My most... efficient lieutenant. You have served me well." Elbent remained silent, his stare fixated on the Dread Lord, unsure what was to come next. "You are to rule with my authority, as regent." He said at last. "Knights, obey him as you obey me!" The Dread Lord had given up leadership, and so began the rule of Dread Regent Elbent, his subjects bound to his will by the command of the Dread Lord.

Bod grunts, stretching his small, green arms and legs as he wakes. He puts on his robe and takes up his staff, waddling on his injured leg to find Danic, and bother him about this dream.

On his day off, wearing a brown shirt and grey trousers as opposed to his usual priesting robe, Mardo Wigglewobble takes a stroll down to the docks, his satchel of surgical equipment ready. He's having something of a mid-life crisis, and has decided that becoming a pirate is the best way to stay young. He approaches the ship, and is greeted by another Halfling. "Ahoy Ma'ey, welcome t' Pumpkin's Husk Cove!" "Ahoy to ye too!" "Ready fer ye interview?" "Is a crab's arse water-tight?" "Yer name?" "'Doctor' Mardo Wigglewobble." "Got yer pira'e garb already?" "Aye." "'ave ye ever sailed before?" "Wee bit." "Wha' be yer desired s'a'ion ma'ey?" "Ship's surgeon! I can also administer last rites, whe- If necessary!" ((MC Name)) ((Pengepi)) ((Skype Name)) ((You have it.))

The Sloth Druid, long absent from his brethren, awakens from what one can only assume was a long hibernation. At first he behaves at normal, but as details of the dream come back into his memory, he prepares for a journey, and returns to the Grove.

Name: Mardo Wigglewobble Street: 1 Pete's Plunge Nomination/Vote: MESELF.

High Priest Mardo Wigglewobble takes a moment to pray for those brave men and women who suffered serious snow-in-pants injuries on that day.