XD Plus he probably returns as a Gnome!
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STATUS: I just came out from watching The Last Act at my local cinema. It was something. It was really something. 18 days ago
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I just came out from watching The Last Act at my local cinema. It was something. It was really something.
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BUILDING KICK! EXPLOSIOOOOOOOOON!
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27 years old today. Only three years of my 20s left. Where did all that time go?
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So apparently, if you use a tooth with a filling in it to chew toffee, the toffee can become sicky enough to pull the filling out.
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*Insert adventurous back story of adventure here*
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Miss Light
"Ya know ya were speakin' in rhyme, right?"
"Oh, that?" Miss Light replied. "No, I don't usually notice when I speak in rhyme. That, along with my tendency to strike poses without realizing it, are side effects of Arkerym imbuing me with the performative talents of my father when I made my pact with the Hexblade."
"Well, I don't reckon we're supposed to just stand here the entire time. What are we supposed to do now? I'll follow yer lead, Miss Light," Morgran said before looking to the map. "What do you suppose is at all these locations on the map?"
"Well I think I can hazard a guess as to what we will find in the Feasting Orchard." Miss Light said while pointing out the location in question on the map. "I don't know about you, but trail rations have somewhat lost their luster to me. Let us head to the Orchard, grab ourselves a Feast, and figure out our next move from there." Should Morgran agree with this, Miss Light would begin leading the way to the carnival's main eatery. Though as they passed by the calliope that stood right next to the entrance, Miss Light would pause a moment to enjoy the wistful music it was playing.
After they had gone, both Misters upheld the promise to the Bugbear.
The Witchlight Carnival packed up their things, and left the field the bugbear called home. The Snoring Stone now stands alone in the field once again in the Forgotten Realms.
Brutrumukk at some point:
I've just noticed that all of these pictures are broken jpegs. Allow me to fix that.
Miss Light
As she walked past the ticket booth an into the carnival, Miss Light's eyes were locked firmly onto the map that the old goblin had given her. Specifically on the bottom right corner, where nine depictions of her father's face in various stages of joy or misery made up part of a strange decorative design that advertised some kind of contest being held for the title of Witchlight Monarch.
"Welcome to the Witchlight Carnival! Catch the seeds before they hit the ground, and you'll receive a wondrous token of our gratitude!"
Miss Light was pulled from her thoughts by the exclamation of a nearby treant. A moment later, she felt that she was holding something between her finger and thumb. Upon turning to look, Miss Light saw that her hand had unconsciously shot out and caught a seed that had been falling past her. A feeling of great amusement filled Miss Light's mind then. And though it didn't show on her face, the poses the half-elf unconsciously struck every now and then had a lot more mirth to them than before. After a moment, she noticed that Morgran was trying to catch one of the seeds too. Though he wasn't having much luck. Waving her own seed like a wand, Miss Light cast a spell that redirected the wind to blow a seed somewhere Morgran could easily reach it. "Nice catch." Miss Light said once Morgran caught the seed.
"Blow the seeds into the air, and make a wish!" A voice from near their feet spoke up then.
Miss Light looked down to see the squirrel that had been scampering about and offering dandelions to select people had selected Miss Light and her dwarven companion as well.
"Go on, go on!" The squirrel urged, offering up a dandelion for each of them.
Seeing no harm in obliging, Miss Light crouched down, took both dandelions, gave a polite "Thank you kindly.", and stood up as the squirrel continued on.
“Did-Did that squirrel just talk?" Morgran spoke up then in confusion. "By my forefathers’ beards!”
"For a skilled enough druid or bard, such a feat is not that hard." Miss Light mentioned, unknowingly speaking in rhyme as she did. "An agate worth a thousand gold. Lined with magic paths, I'm told. Put gem to mind and the spell is cast. Fun to do, but neither cheap nor fast." Miss Light offered a dandelion for Morgran to wish on then. Whether he accepted or not, Miss Light brought her own dandelion to her lips and whispered so that only it could hear. "I wish that my father accepts me as his daughter. And that together... we can save my mother." With that done, Miss Light drew in a breath and set the seeds on her dandelion adrift on the air.
Could Miss Light give him advantage by blowing seeds towards him with puffs of wind courtesy of Prestidigitation?
"Yes, depends on your intention, and some do but others don't." Ijin replied to Molly's questions in the order they were asked. "Any further questions should be saved for after the mission. For now, I would like to suggest that one of you restrain the Urbot before it recovers from its daze and attempts to escape again."
Miss Light
Had she known how to do so, Miss Light would have smiled when Morgran acquiesced to her request. Once the dwarf was done barking orders at the rest of the Caravan, Miss Light turned with him to face the old goblin as he presented them both with a pair of fabric butterfly wings. The half-elf allowed her newfound companion first pick, assuming that he would take the light yellow wings. She was somewhat surprised when he opted for the pink wings instead. She decided not to comment on the decision though. If Morgran wanted the pink wings, he was more than welcome to them. She much preferred light yellow anyway.
Taking the remaining pair of wings from the old goblin, Miss Light pulled off her hooded cloak, dramatically revealing the jester's costume she had on underneath. She then stowed the cloak within her backpack's cloak compartment and donned her wings, taking a moment to ensure they fitted comfortably before turning to look at Morgran.
"I look re-godsdamned-diculous,"
Just in time to see him realize that he had absentmindedly taken a pair of pink wings without noticing their color until he had already put them on.
"You can switch with me if you think you'd look better in light yellow." Miss Light offered. "But personally? I think pink wings suit you just fine."
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That is more relevant than you know... XD
Interesting.
Miss Light's persuasion was a success, and now she has a member in her party! Morgran Fireforge!
Mountain Dwarf, Level 1 Barbarian, Guild Artisan (Smith's Tools)
Very interesting.
He immediately gains a sour look on his face, and his shoulders slump as he realizes his butterfly wings are pink...
"I look re-godsdamned-diculous,"
This, however, is hi-godsdamned-larious.
What color are Miss Light's wings?
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