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Stalker

38 (19.2%)

Kobold

73 (36.9%)

Guardian

19 (9.6%)

Total Members Voted: 192

[Volfgarix]

 Ok, I just added it, so it will be ok.
 About ammo, Wikia said bolts=arrows and these are twice bigger contact area than darts but 40 times bigger penetration... I choose bolts of course.
 Interesting, when will be next chapter.

[WillowLuman]

When I have time and energy.

[Xantalos]

When I have time and energy.

Hugoluman needs food...badly!

[WillowLuman]

When I have time and energy.

Hugoluman needs food...badly!

DON'T SHOOT THE POTION

[Volfgarix]

When I have time and energy.

Hugoluman needs food...badly!

DON'T SHOOT THE POTION

Wut?

[celebrinborn]

When I have time and energy.

Hugoluman needs food...badly!

DON'T SHOOT THE POTION

Wut?

Hugoluman needs food badly is a reference to nethack. I don't know about the don't shoot the potion part however

[Torchy]

Hugoluman needs food badly is a reference to nethack. I don't know about the don't shoot the potion part however

Actually, it's a reference to Gauntlet. The inclusion in Nethack is a nod to the same.

[GalenEvil]

and Shooting potions makes them asplode! fun when lots of enemies are around, not so fun if attempting to pick one up and you are playing with jerks...

[WillowLuman]

Day 12 8th Galena, 200

The morning after killing Emär, Deebus broke his fast with blood and meat. It was time to kill Rouriage, the creature who had murdered the beloved Filbus. The troglodyte was only a short trek southwards and towards the coast, into one of the strange southern forests with grass-trees. On the floor of the silt hole lay the bones of a kobold, clutching a beautiful tin flask. Filbus.

Rouriage was the strangest and ugliest troglodyte Deebus had seen yet; scrawny, gangly, a face with close, bugging-out eyes, and a coat of golden hair. The beast sat scratching and grooming himself in a disgusting manner, showing vile disregard for the sad remains that he sat next to. He thought himself above threats from people, who were just food. Deebus would show him he was wrong. With a swift throw, the meat cleaver cleanly severed Rouriage's right arm, and the iron sword which followed struck him deep in the chest, sending him staggering backwards. Closing in with his spear, Deebus found the beast could still lurch out of the way. He could not avoid Deebus for long, though, and two quick strikes through the torso and leg brought him down.

Deebus kicked relentlessly about the body of the beast. With a few minutes of pummeling, a single spear strike to the head avenged the poor kobold who lay not six feet away.

He took the flask. Filbus's people would want it returned.

[WillowLuman]

The last two of his charges were near the southernmost shore of the world. In the late afternoon, he made it to the frozen pit of the wolf Defencity. The wolf survived the initial jab to the leg, and lept upon Debus in fury, but he was quickly broken with an impaled paw and a kick to the head.

Illitin lay just across the glacier, and though night had fallen before Deebus reached the lair, he was not worried. She was just another troglodyte. Almost dispassionately, Deebus nailed her to the wall by throwing the iron sword through her chest, smashed her foot, then struck her dead through the face.

At sunrise, he left northwards towards the great mountain, and reached the home of the Stokoflaydis with the news that all their worst enemies were now dead. They were thrilled, too, that he had returned Filbus's flask, as well as brought the treasure of their other foes. They wanted him to stay for the celebration, but he refused, thanking them and asking for directions. He hoped to find another cave of his people as soon as possible.

[Hanslanda]

Deebus is so badass, he doesn't even care anymore. He's like, 'Meh. These guys are chumps. Titans worry me a bit, but these things ain't shit.'

[Xantalos]

And thus we see the progression of a legend. It starts out small, then gets more and more powerful  Eventually it passes a point where it is invincible. Then it starts seeing how fragile mortal bodies really are. It's depressing, really. One tap in the wrong spot and they're dead. It gets to the point that you wonder why you protect these weaklings. You respect the predator now, the dragon that has fought for it's hoard with claw, fire and fang; the ground animals, that face death everyday. Compared to them, the fat sower sitting in the mud at the corner of the hut is nothing but a sniveling baby. It would be so easy just to reach out and watch him die...

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[WillowLuman]

The fuck did you do to the screen?

[darkrider2]

The fuck did you do to the screen?

[Thecard]

The fuck did you do to the screen?