VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
I'm so tempted to just take off work tomorrow. I want my hour back. 
It was at this point Vash knew he fucked up. For in every instance, T'anks would now be asking how many Redbrands are in the vicinity.
A nat1 on Perception, trying to judge the appearance of a person standing literal feet in front of you:
Maybe I got hit in the head by the door
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Hey hey.
Surely someone at the inn can help with step 1.
I'm just getting a head start on step 2 at the same time.
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VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
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I think we’re about to regroup soon… if not:Vash out here currently maintaining 4 branching stories for us.
(we appreciate you DM)
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Maple leaf lettuce?
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I forgot to add the word draw, so it made a story instead
Title: "Maple-Syrup-Drizzled Palms"
Once upon a sun-drenched morning, in a secluded corner of the rainforest, there existed a magical grove. Here, the leaves were not ordinary; they were palm-shaped, each stretching out like a verdant hand, reaching for the sky. These leaves were the epitome of elegance, their elongated forms swaying gently in the warm breeze.
The turtle, known affectionately as Tortuga, was a connoisseur of fine foliage. His shell bore the marks of countless leafy feasts, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation as he approached the grandest palm of them all. Its stem, twining and sinuous, seemed to beckon him closer.
Tortuga's little legs carried him up the palm's trunk, and there, amidst the heart-shaped fronds, he found his treasure. The leaves were deep green on the upper side, their surfaces smooth and inviting. But it was the underside that held the true magic—a delicate shade of light green, almost translucent in the dappled sunlight.
As Tortuga nibbled on the edges of the leaves, he discovered their secret: a subtle sweetness. The rainforest fairies, mischievous and kind, had drizzled each leaf with maple syrup. The syrup clung to the veins, creating tiny rivulets of golden sweetness. With each bite, Tortuga reveled in the blend of earthy greens and sugary delight.
The sun watched over this peculiar feast, casting warm rays upon the turtle's back. Tortuga closed his eyes, savoring the flavors—the crunch of leaf, the hint of syrup, and the promise of adventure. He imagined himself a leafy knight, defending his maple-syruped kingdom.
And so, in that enchanted grove, Tortuga feasted until his belly was full. The palm leaves whispered their gratitude, and the rainforest hummed with contentment. For in this world, where turtles dined on syrup-drizzled palms, magic was as real as the sun filtering through the leaves.
Note: This whimsical tale is a blend of reality and imagination. In our hearts, may we all find our own syrup-drizzled palms.
Once upon a sun-drenched morning, in a secluded corner of the rainforest, there existed a magical grove. Here, the leaves were not ordinary; they were palm-shaped, each stretching out like a verdant hand, reaching for the sky. These leaves were the epitome of elegance, their elongated forms swaying gently in the warm breeze.
The turtle, known affectionately as Tortuga, was a connoisseur of fine foliage. His shell bore the marks of countless leafy feasts, and his eyes sparkled with anticipation as he approached the grandest palm of them all. Its stem, twining and sinuous, seemed to beckon him closer.
Tortuga's little legs carried him up the palm's trunk, and there, amidst the heart-shaped fronds, he found his treasure. The leaves were deep green on the upper side, their surfaces smooth and inviting. But it was the underside that held the true magic—a delicate shade of light green, almost translucent in the dappled sunlight.
As Tortuga nibbled on the edges of the leaves, he discovered their secret: a subtle sweetness. The rainforest fairies, mischievous and kind, had drizzled each leaf with maple syrup. The syrup clung to the veins, creating tiny rivulets of golden sweetness. With each bite, Tortuga reveled in the blend of earthy greens and sugary delight.
The sun watched over this peculiar feast, casting warm rays upon the turtle's back. Tortuga closed his eyes, savoring the flavors—the crunch of leaf, the hint of syrup, and the promise of adventure. He imagined himself a leafy knight, defending his maple-syruped kingdom.
And so, in that enchanted grove, Tortuga feasted until his belly was full. The palm leaves whispered their gratitude, and the rainforest hummed with contentment. For in this world, where turtles dined on syrup-drizzled palms, magic was as real as the sun filtering through the leaves.
Note: This whimsical tale is a blend of reality and imagination. In our hearts, may we all find our own syrup-drizzled palms.
TD
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@VashTheStampede
The fact you so seamlessly tied Narth's dialogue into the love and lettuce thing is genuinely impressive. I loved it.
The fact you so seamlessly tied Narth's dialogue into the love and lettuce thing is genuinely impressive. I loved it.
VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
Lettuce would have saved you some time
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@VashTheStampede after we regroup, can we just assume our characters will share what they learned while separated to save time?
@GwJumpman @TD @Raine - once we meet up, let’s figure out which side quest we want to tackle first
@GwJumpman @TD @Raine - once we meet up, let’s figure out which side quest we want to tackle first
VashTheStampede
Sorry Jawneh
What if someone wants to withhold information?
We kill them with prejudice?
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