Those Caanae falls are tricky, and as people tend to say "no" when I ask them all polite-like if they are harvesting, it results in awkward high-noon stare downs* to see if they grab for a six-shooter (then it's on).
* Excludes prominent members of the Imperial Logging Company. These scum are killed on sight.
“We abjure labels. We fight for money and an indefinable pride. The politics, the ethics, the moralities, are irrelevant."
(Bel): Siath, "You hear stone grinding and a strange tingle on the back of your neck, as you turn back the angelic gargoyle seems to have moved closer, her hands still covering her face."
(Bel): Siath, "The grinding sounds grows louder, and as you turn around you see an angelic angel, her face frozen in terror as she reaches out to tap your shoulder. You scream as you are instantly teleported to the junction of the Wendigo Catwalk."
Creepiest things for me lately have been waking up but with sleep paralysis still affecting me and hallucinating women missing eyes with their jaws ripped off suddenly lunging at me with high pitched shreeks.
(Bel): Eldreth, "In the tracking pantheon, obviously owl > roc > raptor > rhino > whatever aleutia rides > random person 1# > random person 6# > aakrins scorpion
(Bel): Eldreth, "Well..riscas tiger is in there."
(Bel): Eldreth, "Forgot that one."
(Bel): Siath, "Nice going."
(Bel): Ultrix, "Where does iluv's bat fit in?"
(Bel): Siath, "The bat was random person 1#."
(Bel): Eldreth, "Iluv's bat would be cooler if he didn't scream batman effectively every time before he takes off."
00:28:56.535 Eldreth raises a gnarled staff of blackened snakewood high into the air, then points it towards you. A bolt of lightning 00:28:56.535 flashes across the sky and you scream in pain as the bolt of electricity passes through your body, leaving you charred and 00:28:56.535 drained.
00:28:56.535 Eldreth raises a gnarled staff of blackened snakewood high into the air, then points it towards you. A bolt of lightning 00:28:56.535 flashes across the sky and you scream in pain as the bolt of electricity passes through your body, leaving you charred and 00:28:56.535 drained.
I want to be a druid now
You expect us to believe that's a new dream of yours?
How to lose a girl in 10 minutes, Imperian edition:
Bathan rolls his eyes. "Shopkeeping, and apparently malcontent. I heard about your unceremonious bid for Ephor. You ought to try comporting yourself with more elegance. What happened to that striking, graceful woman I was once very fond of bordering on romantically inclined towards?"
‘Least I won’t have to carry it no more. You see how bloody heavy it is?’
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”
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We need to get you a ton of gold chains.
* Excludes prominent members of the Imperial Logging Company. These scum are killed on sight.
As illustrated by @Ahkan, my pegabou is peerless.
You expect us to believe that's a new dream of yours?
Dreacor yells, "One one one?"
Silence fills the air as the immortal soul of Dreacor is torn from its fragile
shell by the hands of Cadeyrn.
Bathan rolls his eyes. "Shopkeeping, and apparently
malcontent. I heard about your unceremonious bid for Ephor. You ought to try
comporting yourself with more elegance. What happened to that striking,
graceful woman I was once very fond of bordering on romantically inclined
towards?"
‘Every sword’s a weight to carry. Men don’t see that when they pick ’em up. But they get heavier with time.”