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![]() Hello, mysterious stranger. 1) May I partake of your wondrous telling of tall tales?
2) Edit: It would seem your group has landed. Whence and where, prey-tell, are they? And would something crashing into the local terrain be a bad thing?
I'm not sure about having something crash into local terrain. What sort of 'something'? 3) How many characters may one create and run?
4) Are people not too distressed if characters are formulated by other game design standards? I inquire as to the 'bench mark'?
5) The 'Game Master' has chatted to myself about your tale and it was they who shared this ink to myself.
6) I currently have many ideas or characters, though utilizing the ideas of Iron Kingdoms Mechanika and such for the flavor.
Hope this missive finds you all in good health and fine spirits. I look forward to reading your feedback. *Bows* *hugs* ![]()
![]() It activates as it is picked up, sensing the dark coolness of nighttime and knowing that the warm, strong fingers now dropping it into a pocket were not its mistress', nor its master's. But the mistress was nearby and well and not objecting. It returned to dormancy, having been given no other instruction. ![]()
![]() Stuck in the trap's gear mechanism, it writhed and struggled, unable to heed its mistress' call or imperious clap. By the time it wriggled free, there was no trace of her presence. It began a search pattern, finally exiting the hollow door jamb to drop into a space within a wall below, golden scales dulled with the webs of prior inhabitants and with the dust of years. Its search pattern became increasingly chaotic as planned routes proved impassible. Finally, it detected the life signs of its owner. Sliding from a hole in the wall, it tapped bare feet, demanding attention, and was picked up and wound around a tanned wrist. "Hello there," the young man said softly, peering at the golden serpent around his wrist. "And just where is your mistress?" |