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25 Feb 2017 16:07
It's my birthday today. It's my birthday today. There's a cat licking my birthday cake. It's my birthday today.
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1 Jan 2017 0:03
Another year goes by. I wonder how many famous people will die in 2017?
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27 Nov 2016 15:25
Say hi to John Lennon for me, Castro.
24 Jun 2016 10:14
We meet again, spambots. FOR THE LAST TIME!
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23 Apr 2016 14:06
For the last time, we did not order a giant trampoline!
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Bartollemeo regarded the young captain standing before him with a gaze that gave away no clue as to what thoughts were in his head as he listened to what the captain had to day. Fulo Galinarion was his name. He had taken Bartollemeo's place a captain around 2 years ago when Bartellemeo himself was promoted to commander. Fulo had been overseeing the standing militia at the Cerno Gate when an angry mob from Letta attempted to storm the city in response to the reinstatement of Masters. While taking steps to repel the mob, he had given the wrong order at the wrong time. As a result, 3 of the men under his command had been seized by the mob. By the time they were pulled out, they were already dead. And as their captain, Fulo had to personally report their deaths to the commander.

So far, Bartollemeo was quite impressed with Fulo's report. Usually, the captains who made mistakes that god people killed blamed the dead men for not following orders correctly or made up some other kind of excuse. But Fulo was honest. He owned up to his mistake and accepted responsibility for it. That was something Bartellemeo found very admirable. "Their deaths were my fault, Commander" Fulo said as he concluded his report "And I will accept full responsibility for a moment".

Bartollemeo was silent for a moment. Then he took out a chest from under his desk and opened it. Inside was a considerable amount of gold he had received for 'honorable service'. Until now, he had no idea what he was going to do with it. "You've put yourself through more than I ever could, Fulo" Bartollemeo said "Don't be to hard on yourself about this though. You did a great job. That mob could have done much worse had it not been for you. Now go round up 6 of the most honest men you can find. The we can't bring back the dead, but we can ease the pain of those they left behind".
"Yes Commander" Fulo replied.

Actions: Spend 1 WP on compensating the families of the 3 guards who died in the riot.
Everything was going quite well on the gnomes end. The traps were looking nice and trappy. The magical defenses were looking quite formidable. And the final stages of The Obstacle Flattener's construction was nearing completion with each passing second. But it's at time like these that something tends to go very wrong.

Big-As-A-Dwarf Barry reached for an important tool that they only had 1 of only to find someone else was pulling at it. Big-As-A-Dwarf Barry turned to see the canine counterweight pullin at the tool. "Counterweight" Big-As-A-Dwarf Barry said "What are you doing?".
Counterweight started to pull harder.
"Counterweight!"
Counterweight pulled the tool free and proceeded to run off.
"Stop!" Hobnob called out as he and the rest of his crew drop everything and run after Counterweight.
In The Faraway Land 26 Mar 2017 16:17 Forum: Casual Roleplay
It was at this point that the fact that a living legend had just walked into camp no longer had the initial impact necessary to stun The Storyteller. And with this return of clarity came a realization. There was an integral part of this story unfolding in front of him and he wasn't writing it down. With a snap of his fingers, his storybook was in his hands. Another snap, and a quill sprang into existence with which The Storyteller began to write furiously.
In The Faraway Land 26 Mar 2017 16:07 Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Thinslayer

I can work with that.
In The Faraway Land 26 Mar 2017 12:46 Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Thinslayer

Pretty much.
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