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Post by Ulmiyda Frostcroft on Mar 14, 2023 16:43:00 GMT -5
Uh-oh, the werewolf could not only talk, but he was polite. The situation was getting worse by the second. The dragon seemed just as uncomfortable as she was. Despite his ability to breathe fire, he was so nervous that he couldn’t muster any flames!
Suddenly the sea elf spoke up again, this time with an air of confidence and strength that caught Ulmiyda by surprise. She reacted to the sea elf’s threat with a look of confusion. What was this sea elf thinking? It’s cats that dislike water, not dogs. The smell of wet dog was also one of the last things she wanted to experience before she died.
Luckily for her, an overzealous human interrupted the group before it broke into chaos.
Relay race, family edition? In what world did this group look like a family?
She looked to her retainer through the crowd, hoping that he would take her place. The older dark smiled and laughed at his young master’s predicament. She sighed knowing there was no way out of this.
“Fine, let’s go win this.” She muttered to the rest of the group.
Accepting the situation, her brain quickly switched its priorities to winning the race. She was at a distinct disadvantage due to her height, everyone else in the group was over 6 feet tall. While she wasn’t lacking in energy, she might need to think of some alternative strategies in order to win. Maybe there was a way to satiate this werewolf’s rabid hunger while also winning the race.
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Adventurer
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Post by Leopold on Mar 27, 2023 2:14:23 GMT -5
While he was nervous about joining a group that had a fire-breathing man and a bloodthirsty child, Leopold needed money. This sounded like it would give him some, and therefore, the idea of joining the game was starting to look more and more appealing.
"I would not object to joining, but I wish to split the spoils, somehow," proposed Leopold, rather gently, not wishing to impose on the group. "I don't need much. Just enough. For a room and a hot meal, even just for the day."
Greed often started fights, and the last thing he wanted was to start one with his new, erstwhile "family".
"How shall we win this? What are the rules?" asked the werewolf, speaking to the human who had started the conundrum. "Is it a race? A contest? I do hope it does not involve picking out colors. I can't see very much of them, you see."
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Fighter's Guild
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Post by Xalmann Dakarr on Apr 4, 2023 13:45:04 GMT -5
Xalmann wasn't very excited to join some family race event. He wasn't much of a team player, usually preferring to work alone. He also wasn't big on this whole event in general. There were crowds and people watching. He wouldn't describe himself as having stage fright or anything like that, but he didn't like people watching him or being in crowds.
That wasn't even mentioning the people he'd be working with. Some little girl with her babysitter, a talking dog, and a fish lady. What about this group looked like a family? He was a Lizardman! How did he look related to any of these people? They must be desperate to have that last group they need.
He really just wanted to leave, but excellent prizes did sound nice. How excellent could they be, coming from this kind of event though? Probably candy or heart-shaped trinkets he wouldn't find excellent at all. It might be some coin though, as the Werewolf seemed to think. He wouldn't mind a little coin. The competition didn't seem very strong either, and it was just a relay race. All it took was some running. It couldn't be that bad, could it?
He just let himself be quietly dragged along.
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