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[Grand Sage]

PTW, This is mindblowingly confusing to read. where the hell did the wizard even come from???

anyhow, this has cone on so long, I bet hes gonna kill you all off soon especially PlumHelmetMan, but that was kinda in-the-making from post 1...

[PlumpHelmetMan]

PTW, This is mindblowingly confusing to read. where the hell did the wizard even come from???

The Wizard did not come from anywhere. He simply is...

[Wizard of Manaia]

Ah the grand sage has come before us, respect his presence, a welcome addition to our party!
Clearly a sage would understand the uses of our myceilal fibers.

To answer your questions of my origin you must understand your own.

Rolling hills, dwarven fills rush out to greet you, showing wares a strange set of flares made from the skin of bears, three of the hundreds greet you in grumbles to gruff for you to hear.
The fell wind still blows right up your nose it seems to fill you with fear, push through this place with courage and care for one of you may never reach there.

[PlumpHelmetMan]

Rolling hills, dwarven fills rush out to greet you, showing wares a strange set of flares made from the skin of bears, three of the hundreds greet you in grumbles to gruff for you to hear.
The fell wind still blows right up your nose it seems to fill you with fear, push through this place with courage and care for one of you may never reach there.

I...we...well...what?

Um, we greet these dwarves back I guess?

[Superdorf]

The game is twisted and difficult to comprehend. Clearly, we must rise to the occasion!

Rejigger the wares of the flares of the bears with turnip powder and olive oil. Apply ample amounts of BEES to the situation, and prepare for war. Also prepare for fleas. War means releasing of hounds, and hounds means dogs, and dogs means fleas. But mostly prepare for war.

[PlumpHelmetMan]

While Superdorf is on that, I'll go perform the sacred ceremonial dance of my people in hopes that Armok will bless the mushrooms of our enemies and, in the event of our conquest in battle, direct our errant spirits to the firelit halls of Valhalla where we shall clank flasks of mead with the sacrificed bees and fleas and hounds and bears and whatnot.

[Wizard of Manaia]

Fellow seers, I have come here to say my farewells, I will be going on a journey of self discovery, leaving my children behind. I may die and never return.
Do not lose yourselves, bright lights in the darkness. Seek me out.

[King Zultan]

Farewell brave wizard may you find what you seek in your journey, I feel we have all learned much on our journey of mushrooms.

[PlumpHelmetMan]

Without the Wizard's guidance, we must learn to trust in our own intuitions on our epic journey. The adversity will be great, and the dangers will be many, but I truly believe that we shall persevere. The power of mushrooms has been inside us all along.

Translation: who wants to be our new DM?

[Quaksna]

Isn't Superdoef sort of DM? We can sustain with his leadership for now. Does this mean that there could be more than fifteen scrolls? We must excavate faster, then!

[King Zultan]

But is there really anyone amongst us that can replace the Wizard?

[IonMatrix]

God damn it, this is still going on?!

[Quaksna]

God damn it, this is still going on?!

God isn't going to damn anything and yes, it's going on. The show must go on, but... Must it?

With the Wizard gone, we are questioning how long this madness can hold, before perishing. We'll see.

[PlumpHelmetMan]

The quest goes on. We must locate the remaining scrolls before they fall into the hands of those who would decry them as nonsensical garbage and ignorantly dispose of such holy relics, which should be preserved for future sages to peruse many centuries from now.

[King Zultan]

God damn it, this is still going on?!

It will never stop, because mushrooms.