((Sorry, been sick.))
((Convincing the Miners was A "Miner" Action While the Actual work is a Major Action.))
[3, Malus]
"Well we're gonna make our OWN cave!" The other miners nod along.
"Stop!" With a sharp command Sjig reigns in the rampaging beast! With a quick action he pulls out his packed lunch (a raw hunk of meat) and practically shoved it into Naks maw before he can start to think about the taste of the small creatures. With that Sjig-Nak took a few steps closer to the diminutive creatures, Sjig peering at them with curiosity "Hello small ones! I am the great Sjig! Master of flesh! Sorcerer of black lighting! Luck in the Flames! Veiwer of the Dwindling Ice! Slaves of the Vat! The Lord of the Stitch! Seventh Heir to the Hell Pits of Karkaden! I greet and address and call to you! It would not be good and possibly be quite bad for you to fight this creature that I have newly and only most recently broken to my will and indeed would not wish to loose it to your blades so soon! I must and am impelled by curiosity to ask who you are as this is possibly and almost certainly the first time I have found evidence of others then me and my people in this area that are of intelligent mind as you must certainly be by your architecture and your organized defense!"
"You shall not pass!" the dagger fairy screams in a tiny, adorable, angry voice. Other fairies poke their heads out from behind various buildings and walls, seemingly more curious than anything.
Run happily singing a song of joy about my romantic success try and bless everyone I see.
[11, Good] Your happiness seems to be infectious, and soon most of the colony is lightly blessed and in a good mood.
[1, FAIL!] They're everywhere, THEY'RE EVERYWHERE!
The healers insist that you're FINE but you can FEEL them WRIGGLING.
Minor Action: Roll around naked in a fire with only my fire resistance amulet on it is. After having prepared some pre-boiled water to douse myself with afterward to stop the burning.
[1, FAIL!] Like most of your plans, this one ends with a naked flaming dwarf running screaming through the colony while a gaggle of colonists scream to keep away from their valuables.
"Any magical callings? I've never seen a poetrymancer before, but I guess it could happen in case you don't have any propensities." Malacent chatted as he scritched Ano's belly, prompting the golem to purr, or at least emit a noise startlingly similar to a wet fart's that was its version of purring.
"No, or I guess all of them sound so good. I know I want it to be something awesome though!"[10, Poor] Ano's purr is a little sad, but it's there. He'll be alright, he'll see.
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