Hey, standing orders. Didn't see any of those last race, I guess I'll make it a thing on the status section. Taricus, Geen, you're on the waiting list. You will be waiting for the foreseeable future, since this game has a very low turnover rate.
Meh, I'll just count these as actions. Behold,
Introductory Semi-Turn The First
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(3)(4) You greet your kobold friends with a big hug. They are understandably a bit nervous, and your hug does little to calm them down. One steps forward and hesitantly takes off his fake beard, casting it away and taking up his spear. He looks at it with undisguised awe, swinging it experimentally. The other follows suit more slowly. (1)(5) You hand each a ration of cheese. The less-hesitant one takes his ration and scoffs it down happily, but the other continues to hang back. Sick of his games, you dart forward before he can react and shove the entire wheel of cheese down his tiny kobold throat. You step back as he staggers around while desparately trying to clear his airways, eyes wide with terror. You may have been a little hasty there.
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(2) Olon, despite his name, is not good at these things. He cannot figure out how to use the cannon beyond putting powder in, then shot, then lighting the powder. Enough to get by, you guess, though you worry about the cannon exploding. (6) You head on down to the magma forge, stealing some coke from a baby as you pass by. The soft red glow of the forge is calming to you, and as you swing the hammer you feel as though you're truly a weaponsmith. Hours later, you have produced a masterwork sword that will never dull, never break and will slice through flesh and bone with ease. It's a really nice sword. (2)(3)(1) Still exhilarated from your smithery, you set about making mugs. You are, however, too exhilarated to concentrate, and after a very long time with few mugs to show for it, you break your chisel. You look at it in exasperation.
There we go. Onward!
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Topic: The Dwarven Race III - Race Two, start. (Read 19881 times)