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You notice a moon shaped blob of green cheese hurtling idly through the sky above.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
#527
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Dergan looks up at the sky and grunts again. He turns to Iliaster with an upraised brow. Well...dunno how this world works, but it stands to reason that we'd best have a look around the area for a way out. May be a good idea to stick together in case things get...well...weirder.
As he walks out of the gate, Dergan scans the area about the town for anything that looks like it could be a way out of weirdtown. |
#528
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Dergan: You're not entirely sure. There's a vague cloud of fog surrounding the town, as if this and the castle were the only things that existed in your little world.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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"Not much to explore thankfully. Let's hurry this up. We still have that stone underground to take care of."
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Gone from this site. Looks like gaming is impossible after all. Looks like it's time to sell all my books and just give it up. |
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Dergan grunts and looks about at the fog again. In the end, however, he guesses that it would probably eat the flesh from his bones or some sort of comparable fate. He turns and nods to Iliaster. Fair 'nuff...no real answers out there anyway. Lead the way.
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Illiaster sighs, and moves past the gate they opened to explore, half expecting there to be an ocean floating above them filled with birds made of different cheeses. Oh great, now he..or she was hungry now.
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Gone from this site. Looks like gaming is impossible after all. Looks like it's time to sell all my books and just give it up. |
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Illiaster: The birds are not made of cheese, though they do seem to be wooden cutouts hanging from strings. You're not sure what the strings are attached to, as they fade away into nothingness after a long while. The castle appears to still be standing, though slightly less imposing now that it is Bright Orange. There seems to be no guards posted there, though the gateway is closed. Mister Cow is sad that you are leaving, but understands that everyone has to leave the nest at some point.
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EDIT: My brain is fight. Awkward MRIs don't help. Expect delays. A satyr rises in the morning, and hangs the coffee mug on his horns, so that he won't lose it. The coffee is done, but the mug isn't in its usual spot. Where did it go? He forgot. |
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