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It's Sunday night in the river Kingdoms, and the cold wind of fate rustles across the forest floor. The moving finger of the gods will write once more upon the land in broad strokes tonight. Friends and neighbours will sleep restlessly, wondering whether their place is secure, or if yet another earthquake will shake the foundations of our land.
A half-elf, young for his father's people, yet ancient for those of his mother, ponders the stars, looking for a sign; seeking understanding of the deep complexity of a world where he is forced to resort to such subterfuge, just to get people to pay attention for a few seconds while he tries to convince them of the merits of joining a NG settlement that welcomes other companies to work together in the spirit of harmony to build a settlment in the Landrush.
It's near Moonday in the River Kingdoms, and a thick, damp fog blankets an empty riverbed, muffling the footfalls of a cloaked man in patchy leather armor. The mists of uncertainty roil throughout the Kingdoms, pushed and pulled by the winds of fate to touch all but the highest peaks.
The cloaked man scratches his stubble and looks up at the sky. Castrovel has been drifting closer of late. He gives an odd laugh that comes out as a little cloud of vapor. It's cold, but he knows that the nearby town of Freevale has warm beds, hot meals, and plenty of fire. Even he, a free agent, is always welcome, as long as he keeps the fires from spreading too often. Truly, if ever there was a settlement perfect for free spirits, it is Freevale. Which is still recruiting. Just by the way.
I'm just gonna hijack this thread and turn it into my equivalent of your "Settling In" thread. Except with more emphasis on that loincloth-wearing gnome thing. That was a good story arc. Character development. Etcetera.
Kobolds actually taste quite awful. It's in Kobolds of Golarion.
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"Bloody kobolds! The place is infested with them. Thousands, millions, one. Who can tell the difference."
"That lad was a racial attack against ye. Ye should let me represent ye at Lawin this and I'll get ye half of all he earns, his longship and all the fancy Elven baubles yer little Kobold heart could ever want!"
Hands KC a card that reads 'Vali Haggarsson - Viking Attorney at Law. The Haggarssons: If we can't pillage or plunder it we will bury it in litigation and drive it before us to the lamentation of their women. PLC.'
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"Bloody kobolds! The place is infested with them. Thousands, millions, one. Who can tell the difference.""That lad was a racial attack against ye. Ye should let me represent ye at Lawin this and I'll get ye half of all he earns, his longship and all the fancy Elven baubles yer little Kobold heart could ever want!"
Hands KC a card that reads 'Vali Haggarsson - Viking Attorney at Law. The Haggarssons: If we can't pillage or plunder it we will bury it in litigation and drive it before us to the lamentation of their women. PLC.'
I'm afraid you'll have to talk to my lawyer. They're at #666 Dewey, Cheatum, and Howe Lane, Golgotha.
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The cloaked man scratches his stubble and looks up at the sky. Castrovel has been drifting closer of late.
"It is a very full moon, tonight. Some would even say...tumescent.
Are you a stargazer? I knew a lute-player, who was an astronomer on the side. He used to enthrall me with his stories of celestial bodies."
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The ancient stood in his warm grey woolen hood beneath the dew-heavy leaves of a dogwood sapling, peering silently downslope at the patchwork man in the old riverbed. Heavy rains in the highlands may soon fill that defile and give the man cause to hurry.
As quietly as he appeared, he vanished.
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It Sunday nite in da orc camp. Teknikkly, it Monday morning, but just cuz da sun woke up doant mean da nite's over yit.
Guurzak am drunk. He woodnt notice if da ground shook so much him ended up in Magnimar. Or a diffrunt plane.
Oh, look like him finally fell asleep. Me guess it can be Monday now.
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I think y'all should just fold your settlements into Kabal's. Way more fun that way. Especially watching the top ten settlements squeal as they realize that they may have to pack up their tents and move to another location since we want theirs. :-)
Let them fight over who gets T.
Kabal is always welcome to join up with Freevale! ;D
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It's Sunday night in the river Kingdoms, and the cold wind of fate rustles across the forest floor. The moving finger of the gods will write once more upon the land in broad strokes tonight. Friends and neighbours will sleep restlessly, wondering whether their place is secure, or if yet another earthquake will shake the foundations of our land.
A half-elf, young for his father's people, yet ancient for those of his mother, ponders the stars, looking for a sign; seeking understanding of the deep complexity of a world where he is forced to resort to such subterfuge, just to get people to pay attention for a few seconds while he tries to convince them of the merits of joining a NG settlement that welcomes other companies to work together in the spirit of harmony to build a settlment in the Landrush.
It's near Moonday in the River Kingdoms, and a thick, damp fog blankets an empty riverbed, muffling the footfalls of a cloaked man in patchy leather armor. The mists of uncertainty roil throughout the Kingdoms, pushed and pulled by the winds of fate to touch all but the highest peaks.
The cloaked man scratches his stubble and looks up at the sky. Castrovel has been drifting closer of late. He gives an odd laugh that comes out as a little cloud of vapor. It's cold, but he knows that the nearby town of Freevale has warm beds, hot meals, and plenty of fire. Even he, a free agent, is always welcome, as long as he keeps the fires from spreading too often. Truly, if ever there was a settlement perfect for free spirits, it is Freevale. Which is still recruiting. Just by the way.
These remind me of Wheel of Time intro pages.
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Folding is fun. Partnering and synergizing rather than diluting makes a better long term construction. Some parts of a partnership will naturally fold (read blend) together well. Like the metals for the blade. You need different (distinct) materials to wrap the hilt and make a good scabbard.
Next week: How to make a belt to hang your new sword.
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Opaque...?
I thought we were fairly clear.
Other than perhaps our land rushing madness. I can't give details on that because it affects others, for whom I have agreed to stay quiet.
Except for moving to Q, but I had a feeling nobody I told about that was going to give them a heads up. which was also informative.
Anyway, I will pester you in pj's later today....
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Opaque...?
I thought we were fairly clear.
Other than perhaps our land rushing madness. I can't give details on that because it affects others, for whom I have agreed to stay quiet.Except for moving to Q, but I had a feeling nobody I told about that was going to give them a heads up. which was also informative.
Anyway, I will pester you in pj's later today....
I think it is just the fact that you are a bit "newer" here and that you are jumping around that makes people curious and or suspicious. Those are not bad things. They are interesting things (IMO). It is nice to see a "sassy", but generally friendly new group.*
You add "flashy freshness" to the place.
*Possibly does not apply to groups that you bump.
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As a heads-up, I dislike flannel
As Elkhaven is a union of three groups, I also have co-conspirators who dislike politics, subterfuge, and a long and growing list that sometimes cause me to wail and gnash my teeth. Since I enjoy some of those things, it can also be rewarding. But mostly, the wailing and gnashing of teeth.
I wonder now-and-then how they'd react if I just up and said "I'm about to disband and join Ozem's Vigil, do as you will."
And I still like Raisin-oatmeal. Not that there's anything wrong with chocolate chips either, as long as they're actually chocolate.
My real preference is butter tarts, but I can't expect you to be good at butter tarts and cookies and organizing a settlement.
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As a heads-up, I dislike flannel
As Elkhaven is a union of three groups, I also have co-conspirators who dislike politics, subterfuge, and a long and growing list that sometimes cause me to wail and gnash my teeth. Since I enjoy some of those things, it can also be rewarding. But mostly, the wailing and gnashing of teeth.
I wonder now-and-then how they'd react if I just up and said "I'm about to disband and join Ozem's Vigil, do as you will."
And I still like Raisin-oatmeal. Not that there's anything wrong with chocolate chips either, as long as they're actually chocolate.
My real preference is butter tarts, but I can't expect you to be good at butter tarts and cookies and organizing a settlement.
never had butter tarts and wouldn't know what they look like. I'm a raisin-oatmeal man myself. The white macadamian nut is also a great cookie. So that means we have lots in common, so you should bring everyone over to Kabal. We can discuss cookie recipes!
I'm still trying to get my head around the idea you guys still wear PJs though.
And for your non-political friends, just get their proxies and tell them to trust you! then they can go get a tower off to one side and hold it while the rest of us go out and have fun! :-)
Now if I could just get Kobold Kleaver to join us. I think the two of us would make an awesome team!
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never had butter tarts and wouldn't know what they look like. I'm a raisin-oatmeal man myself. The white macadamian nut is also a great cookie. So that means we have lots in common, so you should bring everyone over to Kabal. We can discuss cookie recipes!
I'm still trying to get my head around the idea you guys still wear PJs
I must host you. They are a pastry cup full of a butter, egg, sugar, syrup mix that essentially bakes into liquid butterscotch with raisins in it.
My wife won't let me go out in the garden naked, so I need my PJs.
I must host you. They are a pastry cup full of a butter, egg, sugar, syrup mix that essentially bakes into liquid butterscotch with raisins in it.
My wife won't let me go out in the garden naked, so I need my PJs.
I'd like to think these two things are related. The thoughts of the dessert got you so excited that you needed to take some air to calm down.
A box! *Leaps beneath and skitters off, pretending to be a hermit crab*
At long last, I finally found it. My copy of Kobolds of Golarion. It's been gone for months, but I finally just dug it out from a pile of old books. And now...
This is best taken on faith. With the sheer number of creatures that live in the Darklands that are more than capable of plunging past any defenses kobolds can muster, there must be a reason kobolds aren't a regular part of something's diet. That reason is biological: kobold scales, muscles and digestive organs contain substances that are distasteful, repellent, or poisonous to most large predators.
"If you don't have anything constructive to say, say a bunch of puns." That's my motto. Or, at least it would be, if I start having a motto.
Good thing elves can't digest meat. Go back to eating pellets or rolling around in giant balls or whatever it is you guys do.