The God Plate
Well, you've really done it this time, folks. What have you done? Pissed off a war party of goblins. Both of you. Separate war parties. You have been chased to a dank cave where the goblins lost you because they are really quite dim and outsmarted by such simple things as "A new environment" and "Short attention spans". A few stragglers are still out and about, however, having lost the rest of their group. You two bumped into each other in the cave, and stuck here until the stragglers leave, you don't have much else to do but talk
You have meagre supplies - some food, 50 coins between the two of you, and your weapons - the giant's not that bad, and the priest's kind of pathetic
You have meagre supplies - some food, 50 coins between the two of you, and your weapons - the giant's not that bad, and the priest's kind of pathetic
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
She seems a bit impatient.
"Raggla tatta tatta" Louder this time along with a furious waving bloody hand.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"Bongo bongo bongo"
"Klicka klick klicka"
The priest sighs before turning around for a moment "wat speaky giant again"
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"Me knows many languages, all learned by self"
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
The village is small, but there is a bar and a general store open
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"Meat for sale!" he yelled.
You see bread, jerky, canteens, typical general store stuff
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"Meat for sale" she said again, more quietly.
(Keauyt)
You see a barrel of live fish swimming around lazily. It's a big barrel, about 10 feet wide
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
"...is meat stolen from goblins" she says, as a disclaimer.
"How much for fishing?"
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
She sticks his hand into a leather pouch on her belt and pulls out some gold coins.
"Then, how much for fire?"