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( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < So I'm workin' on my own 'lil "limesona" in th'wake 'o this whole roleplay endorsed creative venture thing I've been yammmerin' 'n pushin' for on the website... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Even went ahead and, playfully, marked my account as bein' "LIME CASTE"!!!! Just t'really subclass into the build of committin' t'the bit!!!! Some of ewe may be a lil confused why I'm doin' this...part of it. Is fer th'FLARP. I admit. I've been purty damn harsh on my rival system. A lot 'o my dislike comes to how gosh darn restrictive it is... ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < Isn't the point 'o playin' pretend t'be someone else? Why have bloody caste limits at all???? Blimey...!!!!! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Another part. Is I don't think anybody should be ashamed of who or what they are. We don't get t'pick the character sheets we roll in life. My LEECHSTEPDAD was kinda the worst. Fer years I looked on in terror as he gobbled up my friend's lusii, feelin' 'bout as helpless as a pickled fowl foot in the maw of a nibblin' cholerbear starved two frigid seasons long. But. LEAFSHEEPMOM was my real DAD. ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < And...she's all my best traits, too. I smudged 'em a wee bit. But "my character" can photosynthesize, just like her! Don't need to eat a single 1d4 bite attack!!!! Can walk around in the Alternian sun, just dries her skin, er, fur out real baaAaaad! She could even spew fireballs...real actual pyrokinetic fireballs!!!! Just like the ancient extinct caste of limebloods!!!! 'n though she's long gone...I still feel like I couldn'ta asked fer a more supportive MAMA...she raised me right!!! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Anywyay. Happy Lusii Day, y'all. Here's SHEPHURT MAMASBOY. My OC. https://i.ibb.co/3yTysgk8/image.png https://i.ibb.co/kVxsq2kP/image.png https://i.ibb.co/KMhPYk7/image.png
JuST TO REPEAT. A GLORIOuS AND BOLD ANNOuNCEMENT. A LITTLE BIT LOuDER. FOR THE LARPERS IN THE BACK. REALLY CuPPING MY CLAWS TOGETHER FOR THIS ONE. HELLO. YOu OVERIMAGINATIVE FuCKS. IT IS NOW. LEGAL. TO PRETEND. TO PORTRAY. LIMEBLOODS. YOu KNOW. THE WRETCHED AND ABOMINABLE AND SMELLY AND DISGuSTING AND FuCKING STuPID COLOR. OF MY SISTER. ON THIS WEBSITE. YOu CAN LITERALLY GO ON THE INTERNET. AND TELL LIES. ABOuT WHAT COLOR YOu ACTuALLY ARE. YOu CAN DECEIVE OTHERS. INTO THINKING. THAT YOu ARE IN FACT. A LIMEBLOOD. THIS IS AN OPTION FOR YOu. THIS IS ALLOWED OF YOu. THIS IS ENCOuRAGED. EVEN IF IT MAKES ME FuCKING PISSED OFF. I PuT MY FEELINGS ASIDE. FOR YOu. FOR THE PEOPLE. FuCKING. *BLIMEY*.
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we’re always making them, töo. göod and bad. heres tö many möre.
memöries are always a thing tö keep clöse, theyll always be there.
( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < I know, I know, I know...roll me a Wisdom Saving throw to resist the CRINGE status condition's infliction...butchu ain't know how far back we go!!!!!!! Did a light bit 'o Dim Season Equinox Spring Cleaving...and wouldn'tcha know it? ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < FOUND THESE!!! FROM "THE FIRST ADVENTERROR"!!!!! HARD T'BELIEVE IT'S BEEN SO MANY SWEEPS, HUH?!?! WE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE CHARACTER SHEETS NONE BACK THEN!!! STILL FLARPING BYGONE DAYS!!! WHERE HAVE THE DAYS GONE? ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < I got...most of 'em...!!!! Not all. But most!!!! ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < Yeesh, I still remember that "ANTHEM CREED" I had everyone recite... ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < How'd it go? ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> OUR SMILES NEVER DULL! OUR PARTY'S NEVER FULL! THROUGH CAVERNS AND THROUGH CULLBEASTS, THROUGH LAIRS, AND THROUGH TROLL, WE'LL ALWAYS PAL AROUND IF, YOU'RE UP FOR A NEW STROLL! ADVENTERROR AWAITS AND, WE WON'T KEEP IT WAITING, IN FRIENDSHIP AND IN FIENDSHIP, THERE'S JUST NO UNDERSTATING...PALS PRESS FOREVER ON!!!!! HUZZAH! https://i.ibb.co/Psp4FB9M/image.png https://i.ibb.co/PZcdZ36r/image.png https://i.ibb.co/8DhWfXqw/oe-Ykh-Wx.png https://i.ibb.co/dJb7hsR5/image.png @tautologicalTechnique @covetousCovert @miquiztliPerpetual #NotActuallyOn #SWATTPAD #ThoughtAboutPostingThere #ButALotOfYouDoNotUseSwattpadAnymore #ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) #TheOLDParty #FullCampaign #NotEnoughInventorySpace #SFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #Adventerror #FriendFiction #CnC #CavernsAndCullbeasts #FLARP #Äuchar #Tezcat #Gygaax #ÄucharXGygaax #TezcatXGygaax #Gygaax #PALEMULTICLASS #Polyquandary #Fiends #Friends #JustFiends #JustFriends #AdventerrorsSupplementas #ScrawlThoughts #Drabbles #DubconPale #Polyquandary #Pals #Huzzah
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Thank you, Tezcat. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Not too confident this is the kinda thing that type 'o skill check can fix...just a passive perception fueled hunch. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < But thanks.
( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < I wouldn't worry about it.
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( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < I know this is...a lil bit tacky...But darlin', don't ewe DARE let that frown set up permanent residence on that precious face!!! FRIGGIN' LOVE WHAT WAS LOST!!! I love the CARE ewe got fer them what's passed beyond the veil!!! PAST THE FURTHEST REACHES 'O THE UNREMEMBERED GOREGOTTEN REALM!!! That instinct t'beautify, t'make new what death made stale - that's STORYTELLIN'!!! That's CHARACTER!!! ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < So ewe kept polishin'!!! Kept makin' new what death claimed!!! Not 'cause ewe could bring 'em back - blimey, no sorcery that strong - but 'cause ewe could bring 'em BACK TO LIFE in the tellin'!!! In the rememberin'!!! In the beautiful, achin', star-scarred truth that they were HERE!!! They MATTERED!!! And by all that's pumperfelt and holy, ewe won't let 'em be forgot!! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < I ain't never known a fallen comrade of any color that went unremembered, unloved, or unwanted, even in passing!!! No party member had their character sheet ripped up, burned, or discarded...!!!! And while there's sweet sorrow in parting...there's sweeter joy in remembering!!!! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < ... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < I never stopped being grateful for what ewe did, Tezcat. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < I knew. You ain't gotta hide it. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < I still do. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < They rest peacefully for what you did. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < ... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < You'll always be a GOOD alignment to me.
we löst a great deal, its true, but the fact we stand tall still, making that much öf a meagre difference.. its a difference all the same.
『ADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique 』 『 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: DUBCON PALE, CRINGE CULTURE, META FICTION, SELF INSERT, PLATONIC PALING, GAMING ADJACENT, AUTHORIAL INSERT, SPECIES BENDING, SECOND PERSON PERSPECTIVE, YCH, Y/C, UNREALITY, TOUCHING, SPORADIC PALE RUBBING, PALE AFFECTION, POLYQUANDARY (CONSENTED), GYGAAX X EVERYONE, YES THAT EVEN MEANS Y/C』 GYGAAX x KRYQUS // PALESHIPPING // FRIENDFICTION // CAVERNS 'N CULLBEASTS CAMPAIGN // SFW // MOIRAIL MULTICLASS // BOUND BY THE BOUND BOOK // @naughtyTechnician // @zebraDad ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.･｡ﾟ☆ ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < AUTHOR'S NOTE...mmffmm. Sorry for the delay this chapter!!! One of my moirails of four sweeps got caught up in a particularly nasty encounter with a Cullbeast of Unreasonable Hit Dice! Oh noooo!!! Somebody's gonna be out of combat fer more than one short rest!!! But...onto the fic!!! ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); < The Caverns 'n Cullbeasts session shoulda wrapped hours ago...what in tarnation were the lot of 'em still doin' here...? These two ain't had grounds t'yammer 'n yap beyond stats 'n th'doling out 'o treasures accumulated...'n that took place hours ago!!! It took only a scant few moments more fer it t'really click with KRYQUS what this was even about...'n the thought still got dismissed with chudly indifference. Sensation overrode sensibility somethin' sorely suggestive...somethin' deeper...somethin'... ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < Pale. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < KRYQUS's trembling hands passed over the character sheet in metered measures...examining for errors, miscalculations, even just a rounding error in carry weight that could set his party back some...He was always like this. Thinkin' 'o others in tiny, invisible ways that made 'm irresistible to anyone with eyes 'n the time t'use 'em. Y/C can't help but buckle back a little as KRYQUS suddenly seizes Y/C's pencil 'n tugs it forward tighter than a nat twenty on an athletics check that he'd piledrive into th'enemy's inferior armor class...the clamp continued, as he started to...sink to ganderglobe level. The EMINENT INDIGOD OF INDIGOCELS who once towered like a one troll rovin' rules lawyer on hoofback now ain't no more than a troll, his imposing sourcebooks gone from a monument to a frame. ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < my character died ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < damn ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < toooo bad the same cannoot be said of climate change or casteism or peoople who talk shit and doont get hit ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < oor any oof the woorlds oother many wooes ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < but i can oonly doo ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < soo much ✧( Ꮚ─_ ─Ꮚ) < as a fat fuckin chud of hooned discipline ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < eventually ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < woorlds gootta save itself ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < oor perish unwoorthy ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < KRYQUS becomes a livin' study in humility. His words underpin the lessons endowed to him by ZEBRADAD. A lodestar. A northern light. The honing beacon 'o morality and th'straight 'n narrow. But his actions. His nonchalance. His utter unquestionably sheer un-fuck-withable energy...this becomes the mantle 'o kingly might he assumes at all times. This becomes th'monarchic tradition passed down from KRYQUS to KRYQUS every few hundred sweeps, so long as he's still around. ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> JUST LIKE Y/C wouldn't all that mind bein'!!!!! EH? EH? EH? #FOREVERANDEVER #BUTACTUALLY #YCxKRYQUS #YOU+GOT+ZEBRADADS+BLESSING (ᗜᏊಠꈊಠᏊ)¤=[]:::::> Y/C felt inclined t'dispense comfort. There was a possessiveness t'the way Y/C saw KRYQUS cradle the character sheet in his palms. His broad shoulders cinched up like he dreaded th'thought of loosenin' a grip on this concept fer even a moment...but he put on a brave face just fer you. It wouldn't be right t'just let his happiness slip away. And read between the lines a daggum minute, world's gotta save itself or perish unworthy? That's QUITTER TALK! GLOBAL QUITTER TALK! DOOMSDAY QUITTER TALK! Kryqus feels THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD on his bulky sturdy rock steady shoulders right now! ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Just as Y/C up 'n worked th'courage t'confront his hands, improperly conspirin' t'mount a charge across yer thigh...Kryqus scoffs in indignation. He sees through yer transparent advances...and retreats strategically. All prompt-like. ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < tsk ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < doont attempt to knoow me ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < im way toooo cooool foor yoou ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < and even if i didnt mean that ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < yoou proobably shoouldnt @ me irl ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < Uh oh! That got outta hand way fast...maybe it's time t'call fer... ( Ꮚ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> REINFORCEMENTS!!!!!!! ᴗ(ᴗᏊ❖ꈊ❖Ꮚ); <> <> <> <> My -- I mean Gygaax's hands start t'alternate between (#polyquandary anyone???) petting the tops 'o both 'o yer heads...!!! Soft. Rhythmic little circles. My --- Gygaax's cartilage nubs unfurl from the tightly white knuckled meat mallet into a far more approachable set 'o chitinous diggers with a piercingly pale quality...!!! Both Y/C and KRYQUS are treated t'the soft enmeshed interplay 'o palmin' play 'n no strings attached emotional intervention...c-consensually! We can stop at any time. Y/C j...just could use this! A-as could KRYQUS. To uh. CAVERNS 'N CULLBEASTS t'gether... ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < "...Now, KRYQUS," Gygaax began, "Ewe can't be so harsh on Y/C...they've been through a lot. For our sake. For the CAMPAIGN. If anything were to happen to them...it would be on us to see to it they're protected and retrieved. Same as any PARTY MEMBER. Gentler hands should stir these waters. A SHEPHURT should tend 'n mend to its flock." If the two hands mussyin' up Y/C's body in tandem with KRYQUS wasn't BAaaaaaaAAAAAAd enough...a rovin' set of author-emblazoned fingertips were caressin' th'top of yer horns now. Pickin' out stray imaginary somethin somethins. Stalling. ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Suddenly, the rush of hot breath excites the air...populates it with the powerful gale phrasings of KRYQUS... ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < gygaax ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < what the actual fuck ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < are yoou trying to say i proovide subpar care to Y/C ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i literally carried this campaign ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < coomplaintlessly ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < Y/C with it ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i resent the fuck oout of that implication ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < i coould easily be gentler with this ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < weaving lazy river ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < if i wanted to ( Ꮚ‾̀ꈊ ‾̀Ꮚ); < GYGAAX laughed. "Ewe could stand to be, KRYQUS. Yes. Just LOOK at Y/C. How can ewe say even a single solitary mean thing about that there cutie patootie?!" Tuggin' yer face into an awaitin' set 'o authorial brasserie, th'royal menagerie incidentally pits ya right in line with a EMINENT INDIGOD OF INDIGOCELS'S dice bag as th'aforementioned storms back onto his feet, now a monolith again. KRYQUS approaches our hug slowly. But not neverly. His arms hover over you. The river is still. Th'air itself thickens and compresses about yer skull, 'n horns, hardly blanketed by th'hoofbeast-scented torso cheekily just behind yonder... ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < what fucking ever ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < here yoou go lil guy ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < lap it up ✧( Ꮚ¬_ ¬Ꮚ) < <> ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < GYGAAX's hands tug around ya like a vanguard against harm. KRYQUS goes back t'bein his usual self...a monument of offended pride...he hugs you. And. Uh oh!!! Y/C feels a scraping sensation...nails possessively curled about one side 'o yer head, just at the barest nuggatory base of the horns (so embarassin'n!!!) and tracin' back towards th'scalp...no matter where ya look...t'KRYQUS or t'GYGAAX...both are complicit!!! A boilin' sort 'o affection wellin' up with intent t'pale, RIGHT ON TOP OF Y/C!!!!! 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