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[Twitch]

In the pitch black of night the giant worms slithered through the
town, gobbling up all who ventured out after dark.  Thus it had been
for a generation, ever since the stranger came to Rostfen.  Losmo was
his name.  He wasn’t much to look at, skinny, like most of the
worthless drifters that came around there.  He had a strange way
around the women.  No one liked him very much.  Yet it was he who
would change the town forever.

“Don’t stay out after dark,” said the shopkeeper, “the bogeyman will get you.”

“What?” said Losmo.  “I’ll do what I please.”

Chewing on dried plump helmet, Losmo pondered his next move.  He needed work.

“You need any of that cloth brought to market?” asked Losmo.

“Yes,” said the shopkeeper, “but the sun is almost down.”

“I’ll get it there by morning,” said Losmo, “and I’ll only take half
of what your regular carrier would.”

The deal settled, the cloth was loaded onto a mule and Losmo was off,
lantern in hand.  The woods outside town were chill and foggy.  Night
birds hooted and called.  Losmo whistled a merry tune.  The smile fell
from his lips when a face appeared in the light before him.

“Losmo,” said the creature, “you know better than to walk the roads at night.”

Losmo threw back his cloak and drew a silver short sword.

“Impressive,” said the monster, “for a squire’s toy.  Now drop the
blade.  You know what happened last time.”

Sword in one hand, lantern in the other, Losmo lunged at his foe.  Two
more bogeymen appeared from either side.  They were about the size of
small dogs, black, and wore a mishmash of animal parts.  The night was
filled with an incessant cackling as the bogeymen fought.  One after
another, Losmo brought them down, each disappearing into a puff of
black smoke.  The laughter died away, but Losmo knew that the night
was still watching.

[Gatleos]

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Throughout the land, peoples of all kinds marveled at the bravery of
Adsome and his jolly troopers.  Again and again they were called upon
to save the world.  They had put down dragons, giants, and wicked
kings.  It seemed that no evil could escape destruction.  That was
until Adsome met a woman.
 
“Come Asdome,” said Galan, Asdome’s mighty sergeant, “the boys and I
are going to drink a few tankards at the mead hall.”
 
“I would, my friend,” said Asdome, “but tonight is the night I promise
to sit with Griselda by the fire.”
 
The mighty warrior turned and left the keep.  Asdome turned back and
tried to focus on the map and the tiny rocks representing his forces
and those of the evil dwarf wizard Bacura.  He could not concentrate.
He really wanted to go drinking with the fellas, but it didn’t seem
like he really had time anymore, what with planning the invasion and
making time for his woman.  Something would have to give.
 
Deep in Evil Mountain, metal clanged on metal sending sparks that
illuminated the articulated arms and legs that hung on the walls.
Bacura brought the hammer down one last time and stopped to admire his
creation.  It was the metal skull of a man, one more soldier in his
mechanical army.  Bacura laughed, for this was not his greatest
achievement, not like when he secretly invented a girl to lay with the
hero Adsome.

[MrWiggles]

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[peskyninja]

 

[squeakyReaper]

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[CharlesPeter]

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The adventurers made their way into the hive. Long had the bee women tormented the people of Bodarga. Bram would put an end to this nonsense. The adventurers entered the huge structure through a large hexagonal door. The tunnel turned and twisted at strange angles. Everywhere was the ever-present buzzing of the enemy. Suddenly a bee woman appeared, wielding a stinger spear. Bram let out a warrior cry and charged at her, brandishing a sword. Suddenly his feet sank into the floor. A honey trap!

[freeformschooler]

A two-parter!

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 A fierce dry wind blew up from the valley.  Wandros and his dwarves
 lay behind cacti and sharpened their knives.  After a time the goblin
 came.  The dwarves were dead quiet as it passed them by, oblivious.
 As the creature moved toward the rocks, Wandros stood and beckoned his
 dwarves to follow.

 The Valley of Gold was a real place.  Wandros knew it was, and the
 goblin would show him where it was.  Right, then left, then right
 again the goblin made its way around the canyon walls.  There at last
 was the door.  The goblin bent and walked inside, closing the door
 after him.  Wandros took the doorknob in his hand.

 “What’s the password?” said a voice from inside.

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 “Valley of Gold?” said Wandros.

 A block of wood slid away, revealing a pair of deep red eyes.

 “Wandros,” said the goblin.  “We have been watching you.  You have the
 makings of a true brigand.  The rest of your dwarves however, well…”

 Goblins rose up from all over the valley.  The dwarves screamed out in
 pain and rage as hundreds of barbed arrows fell all around them.
Wandros went to help them, but the goblin caught him around the
 shoulders.  “Don’t die for them,” said the villain.  Wandros stood by
 as the goblins finished off the last of the dwarves with their
 daggers.

 “My name is Nuklat,” said the goblin.  “I have something to show you.”

 Nuklat took Wandros by the hand and guided him through the door.  The
 entire valley glittered with gold and jewels, all stolen.  Wandros
 recognized many works of art thought lost for centuries.  All locked
 away in this valley, greedily stored like the hoard of a dragon.

 “A raiding party leaves for the dwarf fortress tonight,” said Nuklat.
 “Lead the way in, and part of this is yours.”

[Kastrol Aslaasri]

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The woods were full of all sorts of evil things.  Still, the dwarves
needed lumber for their many industries.  Young Ubal was the chosen
one.  Axe in hand, he led his mule down the winding slope and into the
haunted forest.  High in the trees the birds sang wicked songs,
staring down with glowing yellow eyes.  Somewhere in the distance, a
coyote called out.  At least Ubal thought it was a coyote.  It could
be anything in this place.  At last he found a tree and lifted his
axe.

Blood.  That was what Ubal expected to find when his blade dug in, but
it was only yellow wood, something you would expect to find if you
weren’t in the forest from hell.  He chopped the wood quickly, as
light was fading.  The mule began to whimper.

“Quiet, Mot,” scolded Ubal.  “We will be out of here before the sun sets.”

[Shades]

Spoiler: part 1 (click to show/hide)

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  Fire seared the sky as the dragon circled, driven by madness and the
  promise of gold held deep within the dwarven tunnels.  Standing on the
  battlements of the stone façade built over the entrance to the
  fortress, Danrik the marksdwarf took aim at the evil target, his heart
  thumping slow and steady.  He waited two more beats and pulled the
  trigger.  An instant later a dozen marksdwarves let fly and a hail
  bolts pierced the smoky air.
 
  Most of the bolts bounced harmlessly away, but Danrik's well-aimed
  missile found the monsters skull, shattering the brain.  The dwarves
  cheered as the beast fell from the sky.  The smile fell from Danrik's
  face as the great corpse fell closer -- it was coming right at them!
  Dwarves climbed over each other, making for the stairs.  Other risked
  jumping from the wall, breaking their arms and legs as they landed.
  Danrik stood fast.
 
  As the dead dragon slammed into the fortress's stone wall the dwarves
  were flung into the air.  As Danrik flew, he damned the dragon with
  all his might, his foul words ripped away by the wind.  With a sudden
  crash, all went dark.

Spoiler: part 2 (click to show/hide)

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  "He's awoken," came the cry.  "He has awoken!"
 
  Pain came as Danrik opened his eyes.  A crowd of gaudily-dressed
  dwarves danced and sang in celebration of their hero.  It had been a
  week since Danrik had fallen.  His comrades slapped him on the
  shoulders.  One brought him a chalice of wine.  The dragon was dead.
  Every day since had been a celebration, but with the awakening of
  Danrik, the party had really begun.
 
  The mighty warrior made his way out of the bedroom, supported by two
  lusty dwarf women.  The masons were hard at work restoring the wall
  that the dead dragon had crashed through.  The dwarf led Danrik to the
  courtyard.
 
  "Speech!" cried the dwarves, "Speech!"
 
  "Oh," said Danrik, "Well…"
 
  A dark shape appeared in the gap between the walls, large and
  menacing.  The dwarves grew silent as it cast its glowing red eyes on
  the dwarf hero.
 
  "Yes," said the creature, "tell us how you slew the dragon, mighty
  dwarf, how you saved the day!"

Spoiler: part 3 (click to show/hide)

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  Dwarf hero Danrik called for his battleaxe.  A dwarven squire ran to
  him and put the weapon in his hand.  The dwarf held the weapon high,
  but collapsed, steadying himself on the hilt.  The demon laughed.  It
  had congealed into the form of a man wearing a dark cloak, horns upon
  his head, a nightmare lord of the underworld.
 
  “If this is the best you can you can do, you have clearly lost,” said
  the demon lord.  “You will bring me one maiden every season.”
 
  The nightmare lord looked over the cowering dwarves.  He pointed at
  the gasping form of Danrik.  “Start with that one’s sister.”
 
  Danrik watched helplessly as Andra, his lovely sister, was brought to
  the demon’s side.  The creature put its hand on her shoulder and the
  pair disappeared in a burst of blue flame.  Danrik howled with rage.
  A squire ran up to him and bowed his head.  “We will find Lady Andra,”
  said the boy.  “You can count on it.”
 
  “What is your name, youngster?” asked Danrik.
 
  “I am called Blackbeard,” said the boy.
 
  “A strong name for such a small body,” said the hero.  “You can begin
  the quest by fetching a dragon tooth from the ruins of the wall.  From
  it we will forge a mighty shank to drive into the heart of the demon
  lord.”
 
  The squire smiled and bounded away into the rubble.  It was the
  beginning of a hard recovery.  While the smiths worked in the forge to
  create the ultimate knife, Blackbeard trained the hero to walk again.
  When Danrik was able to put his fist through solid rock walls, they
  knew they were ready.  Danrik put the dragon dagger Gotter through his
  belt and stepped before the crowd.
 
  “I go now to rescue Lady Andra from the pit,” said Danrik.  “The road
  will be long and hard, to the fiery heart of the mountain and beyond,
  to the land of the dead.  Who is with me?”
 
  Blackbeard jumped up and down, raising his hand above the shoulders of
  those around him.  Though it looked grim, a few brave adventurers step
  forward.  It was not a question of whether they would reach the
  underworld, for they must reach it.  They must reach Andra, and slay
  her captors, for all great tales end this way.

Spoiler: part 4 (click to show/hide)

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  It is said that every great journey begins with a festival of
  drinking, but Danrik wasn’t in the mood.  All he could think of was
  that evil spirit with his sister and his soul burned with rage.  As
  the others celebrated their bravery, Danrik strolled up the trail
  toward Blood Mountain, kicking dirt clods as he went.
 
  “You weren’t thinking of leaving without me were you?”  It was Blackbeard.
 
  “Of course not,” said Danrik, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
  “Let those fools drink themselves silly.  We have a fair maiden to
  save.”
 
  Together, the two adventuring dwarves mounted their ponies and trotted
  off into the darkness.  After a time the fires of the fortress
  disappeared behind the rolling wooded hills.  It was not long before
  they left the land of the dwarves and entered into the depths of
  Haunted Forest.  No one knew what kinds of wicked spirits dwelt there
  for few ever returned alive.
 
  “Why must we enter this dark place?” asked Blackbeard.
 
  “Blood Mountain lies on the other side of this forest,” said Danrik,
  “and nothing will stand between me and Andra.  We rest here.”
 
  “Here?” asked Blackbeard.  “Surely you could have picked a less creepy place.”
 
  It was true.  Danrik had picked a dreadful place to camp.  Everywhere
  the night birds, eyes of the enemy, were watching them.  The very
  trees seemed to reach out to grab them.  Worst of all, they had laid
  their camp on a kobold burrow.  Silently the creatures crawled from
  their holes, armed with bone knives, ready to cut the heart out of any
  poor fool.
 
  “Did you hear that?” said Blackbeard.

Edit: Added spoiler tags as that turned into a bigger post than expected

[jaxy15]

..What the hell is going on?

[darkflagrance]

..What the hell is going on?

I see you've never donated to Toady. Shame!!!

[Pokon]

..What the hell is going on?

There art rewards. Basicly, its a look into the mind of toady and tarn for a donation. Nice ones, these are.

[klingon13524]

..What the hell is going on?

I see you've never donated to Toady. Shame!!!

I donated once, but there seemed to be no way to let him know who sent the money. I'm doing a physical letter next time, and making a very specific crayon art request.

[Twitch]

He should be able to tell by the email address associated with your Paypal, that's how he found mine

[monk12]

..What the hell is going on?

I see you've never donated to Toady. Shame!!!

I donated once, but there seemed to be no way to let him know who sent the money. I'm doing a physical letter next time, and making a very specific crayon art request.

I know there's a way to let him know via Paypal.

That said, I prefer to send him a physical letter + check because 1) Paypal doesn't take a piece of that check for the transaction, and 2) I feel like an actual letter is a bit more personal and respectful. Mostly 1, though.

THAT SAID, I've got no idea what the thread title indicates. I assume it's a text reward specific thing, since the various crayon doodles I've gotten don't seem to have witchcraft voodoo serial numbers.