By sometime next weekend, I should be submitting a draft of one or two pages, or so.

>Ruh roh, Res!


Waffles are this gang's equivalent of Scoobie snacks, of course.  ;)

Make them with anchovies and they're Selkie snacks!

mmmm... fish....

Not a selkie, but wouldn't mind some water based snacks.

Oh jeez, not more waffles.

ALWAYS WITH THE WAFFLES

waffle waffle waffle
waffle waffle waffle
waffle waffle waffle

Offers Liangsa sushi or a waffle with anchovies. Her choice.

*takes the Sushi*

Now to go make some.  Thanks for the idea for dinner.

      Try not to use too many community fish from your aquarium, as your peers might
become overly suspicious.  Mayhaps the Plecostomus may be a worthy and unnoticed
choice for your gustatory delight! 
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A dwarf giving seafood recommendations. By the gods what has this world come too!? :P

No worse than a selkie mining inspector. *Dons hard hat labelled INSPECTOR.* The supports in this mine look fine to me. Yup, yup, yup!
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Dwarven Seafood Restaurant:

A little too much greenery don't ya think... ;)

Dat's the Dwarven Salad if I'm not mistaken.

Common..dwarves don't eat salad..please..that's elf & fey stuff. Any food that can't also be used as a weapon is generally frowned upon in dwarven culture.

      What does the Dwarven Patre currently dream about whilst laying unconscious in
his own blood upon the floor of the foul Orc Temple?   Arctos dreams of the gustatory
delight that enables one to have the most gratifying and religious experience one could ever possibly experience . . . 'Shrooms'!

Uh Dunduin, maybe you could drop a heal on Arctos before he starts haunting us.

Standing in a long line of Dwarves, each alike, glowing red and gold with heat.  Ahead, sparks fly from the hammer of the Forger as He strikes each Dwarf into the shape that one will play in the next life.  Mars stands overall, directing the shaping of his faithful.  Suddenly, Patre, you're tapped on the shoulder and pulled out of line.  "You're not done yet."

Mars' spear tears the floor and Forger's hammer slams you hard down through the clouds to awaken again as yourself, the glories and battles of the afterlife not quite yet yours.

Oh!  And there's pizza.

Arctos' wounds are purely IN HIS HEAD.

What, does he have Lucifer in his head like Sam did in Supernatural?

Somethin' like that

Oh, Patre!   I'll be there soon, to mend thy wounds.


But...priorities, you know!   First, I have to check out this box of little magic animals!!!  :D

Some of the Patres wounds may be in his head, but the Hun-Orc Cleric smacked him
a good one with his weapon!  Prior to that there was was the Priests spell . . .

I think most of Arctos wounds are mental..which is a nice tale in and of itself. :)


Sir Ben, we are approaching the event horizon on number of posts for OOC. Well need a new thread soon!

Yes, it is time to move on to a new OOC thread.

Much as I will miss the current subject of this one.

Ah well, new adventures await!