"You may assign all your own classes at lvl 1."
"Eric Blank this forest has survived for millenia due to the druids that maintain it. Over time it became a haven for mushrooms, rains are common here even in the height of sun, the druids do controlled burns in places where it is needed to germinate and prevent the entire forest from being consumed. These duties are held by the druids of the sun in the area and the druids of the spore foster the sporulation.
Many races seek enlightenment within. Many leave content some never leave"
"Fine, I pick rogue then." said PlumpHelmetMan. "I have high suspicion Eric is cleric, for he saith unto us, sporulation."
"And I want to ambush this mushroom."
"Eric said he was a sun circle druid kobold.
You sneak attack a mushroom. It tastes bitter.
You now have 327 left.
A fell wind blows from east. The direction of your holy quest to save the Myconid people from too much carbon dioxide"
"I demand being toad-man paladin!" croaked Q'uaksna. "And... How I am supposed to battle carbon dioxide? I don't like mushrooms, slugs does not bother me... Is there some wise mushroom that could set me on the right path?"
"Banish it!" shouted Bumber, acting as a Bay Watcher secret police. "Go back where you came from, mushroom detester! You have no business to do here..."
"Easy, fella. Look at this!"
"I found these scrolls, that capture the prophecy! This seems to be the beginning..."
"It's delightful seeing how hidden chambers of the Bay become estates of RaidTheDumpsite games..." said King Zultan. "This one's not opened for so long, and there are already artworks of it!"
And new Watcher came to this lair of !!FUN!!, IndigoFenix. And for the spirit of the mushrooms was so powerful at the moment, it started to divine.
"In a paradisic tremulous mad adder's filthy wail
a thundrous storm of sorcerous alight its blazing sail
The trembling of the darkness down below the smells beneath
Where mankind's final destiny would break upon its teeth
The sweetness dwells between its lips, the flame flash in the sky
The crashing foam upon the shore of Hades' baleful eye
I sought within the colors of a long-forgotten song
A stricken cloud and bloated arm a thousand fellows strong
A stream, a dream of love and hating tendrils writhe and wave
As bodies walk and branches talk and masters they enslave
In mirrored brick and shadows thick and sight that we pretend
Awaits the spell that strikes the flesh, as I consume the End."
"Oh! I would like to be a... Eh... Fungisassin!" said IonMatrix. He really got in this mushroom mood. "If I am correct... It is my duty to eat the mushrooms. And let the slugs see my feasting! Then, we'll get them, when they'll won't see it coming! Nothing can go wrong!"
"Epic indeed." nodded Spriggans. "I want to be an old man, bald, yet with beard. One of ancient shroomish sages. I am close to death, so old and weak am I. And what I shall do..."
"I'll speak in language of mushrooms : "you fools ! Your actions have disrespected the Fungus ! Behold His wrath ! " Then, I'll throw spores in to the air... That'll be great..."
"My rogue had sad past, abandoned as infant, but myconids took care of me..." said PlumpHelmetMan. "Then I grew into strength and wisdom and left. But now, I have to return and save those who saved me... Let the rolling begin!"
"What's up with myconids anyway? I'm confused... Again!" growled Eric.
"I don't have knowledge of that information either, let's find out. Hey, that's a dryad! Dryad! What's up with myconids?"
"An exquisitely beautiful tree woman pulls forth from the wood revealing her long green hair and the majority of her perfect body, her Violet eyes strike you within such beauty mustn't beheld for long, she throws her voice into the wind and it is carried into your ears " our Myconid family is in foul danger, their hypae rot and mycelium stall, the once great mystic has passed with no Myconid replacing them, a poison has entered their house. You heros of legends must save the Myconid, they are the first to be and they are the first to fall, do not let the gardens fall to this creeping poison.
Spores let lose into the world wind and rain guide them.
The slugs are sated so the will not attack especially in the sight of a dryad. They pack up their gear in a square of fabric and tie it to a stick then sling it over like a tramp before leaving the squelch out a " chur bro, that was a mean as feed" "
PlumpHelmetMan, hearing that, started to divine himself:
"Utopia and Armageddon are two sides of an autumn leaf
Dew-covered and singing, like a primordial spirit
Raw passions germinate like the fungi
Sprouting rainbow on a decaying log
The forest hears whispers we will never know
For they are told only to the lowly salamander
Wallowing in his puddle
Lamentations of immortality, as vented
Through exoskeletal impressions of ancient trilobites in the limestone
You are nothing
And yet you are loved"
"Oh, looks like the tree lady got back to me. Don't worry, this poison doesn't stand a chance against we band of merry heroes!"
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