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Status: On the Road to Recovery. DMing: And the Devil Dances Beneath a Mosaic Sky Characters: Thunder in the Morning - Harp Strum - Captain Tavosh - Bau Last edited by Strangemund; Dec 15th, 2020 at 02:22 PM. |
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"Without Commitment, you'll never start;
But, without Consistency, you'll never finish!" Last edited by Reliq0770; Dec 18th, 2020 at 05:34 PM. |
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"Kill them all!" Last edited by jbear; Dec 19th, 2020 at 09:30 AM. |
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Ayaga backed off once it became clear that they had bought the tortle all of the time that they could. The orc shifted back off of his knees into a crouch, and listened to the labored breathing and croaked-out words. His brow tensed yet again, but it was different from the steely furrow he had before. It was a look of plain upset. He frowned.
Dagg and An'mal were already taking off when he was stirred to motion next. His eyes drifted down to the bloodied floor, and they roved over the debris until they fell upon one of the dark, glassy fragments which had recently fallen upon it, smeared dark with blood around its sharp, jagged edges. Ayaga gingerly lifted up the broken piece of shell between two fingers, and then gestured to Snepa with it. His fingers trembled around the fragment, and he struggled to form words between his parched lips. "S-Snepa, who... who fought for the clutch. You are, er... y-you will be remembered." It seemed that giving a memento a designation was an entirely different beast from just memorizing it. With the awkward energy of a student who had just completed an exam under the scrutinizing eyes of unseen teachers, Ayaga then stood and followed after the vanguard of their group.
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I am The Furtive Goblin. I fill my blog with fantasy world-building ideas, and the occasional lo-fi anxiety attack. I also have a Ko-fi. Buy a cup, give me a writing prompt, receive a post or two! Last edited by Grozug; Dec 28th, 2020 at 07:14 PM. |
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I have taken the Oath of Sangus. |
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Status: On the Road to Recovery. DMing: And the Devil Dances Beneath a Mosaic Sky Characters: Thunder in the Morning - Harp Strum - Captain Tavosh - Bau Last edited by Strangemund; Dec 29th, 2020 at 12:35 PM. |
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Characters: Del Corgan • Iris Kettering • Caleb Shaw • Deirdre Venteuse • John Alias Last edited by hafrogman; Jan 29th, 2021 at 01:30 AM. |
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"Without Commitment, you'll never start;
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I have taken the Oath of Sangus. Last edited by Pseudonymous; Jan 4th, 2021 at 08:50 PM. |
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"Without Commitment, you'll never start;
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Ayaga had just gotten into his stride. He was catching up to the others who had loped on ahead, shell fragment not forgotten, but tucked away upon his person so that he had his hands free for his shield, and his pick. He peered ahead at the intersection beginning to loom out of the darkness ahead, his eyes flicking from light to light as he saw the suggestions of the side passages becoming more defined. Then the scampering little figures made their way across- and then the earth roared and bit down upon them. The orc skidded to a halt, and turned his face away as the cloud of dust swept down the passageway like smoke billowing up through a chimney. He coughed and shut his eyes until it passed, and then he looked back and scowled at the transformed layout of the tunnel ahead.
He came up behind Baruuk, then quietly passed the silent, analytical bugbear by as Dagg and Gristle convened with a broken little shape at the edge of the pile of rubble. He winced as he saw the suggestions of kobolds squirming under the rubble. Idly, he wondered how tough the scaly folk's hides were. Surely they couldn't have protected them from all that. Ayaga had been stuck in the chain the last time they removed fallen rubble, but this time he endeavored to be up front. Picking stones that did not seem like they were holding up any other rubble for fear of further crushing those below, he began to heft and dig. Staggering from one trauma to another. Wasn't that the way of things.
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Status: On the Road to Recovery. DMing: And the Devil Dances Beneath a Mosaic Sky Characters: Thunder in the Morning - Harp Strum - Captain Tavosh - Bau Last edited by Strangemund; Jan 15th, 2021 at 01:07 AM. |
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