Let's get to it. This is the ongoing RP game. We're mid session so don't mind me, but you're welcome to join or watch or whatever.
Some ridiculous shit just went down, previous thread here: https://archive.4plebs.org/mlpol/
and OP just set his steaks on fire while Trump approaches the group of felines.
"Please hold!" says a large bipedal light-grey.
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>>7249
"Them sneaky rats you lot wiped out. They had some place they took all the wealth of the town and stashed it. Its a pity too, this city used to be a thriving and successful trading port."
"Them sneaky rats you lot wiped out. They had some place they took all the wealth of the town and stashed it. Its a pity too, this city used to be a thriving and successful trading port."
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>>7254
He waves his hands. "I ain't got money son (he's older). Its good of you to offer though."
Thez slowly buzzed back in front of the building. Her fly is wearing the poofy-cloud-girdle that she normally wears, and it has a small bag tied to its abdomen.
The fly places her on the ground, and she worms her way over to the bag and puts it in her mouth. She then <whooofs> to the counter and BLEAUGHs the bag on the counter.
"Good proprietor, I know an individual who has these items for immediate front-sale. If you are interested, he is offering these pieces if you think that you can sell them," she smiles.
He waves his hands. "I ain't got money son (he's older). Its good of you to offer though."
Thez slowly buzzed back in front of the building. Her fly is wearing the poofy-cloud-girdle that she normally wears, and it has a small bag tied to its abdomen.
The fly places her on the ground, and she worms her way over to the bag and puts it in her mouth. She then <whooofs> to the counter and BLEAUGHs the bag on the counter.
"Good proprietor, I know an individual who has these items for immediate front-sale. If you are interested, he is offering these pieces if you think that you can sell them," she smiles.
The shopkeeper opens the bag, and his eyes pop out of their sockets.
"What are,... where did you,... look at the intricacy of these lines! How on earth did you," he trails off.
Thez giggles. "I know a guy who is unable to market his wares. He's very skilled, only wants to increase his notoriety, and is willing to start a business relationship,... cuz Its me."
"I am certain that these will sell, and at,... my word, these will fetch a king's ransom!"
>>7260
"Wh, what sort of object?" he asks, still fixated on the bag, with all the segments of his goggles applied to the contents.
"What are,... where did you,... look at the intricacy of these lines! How on earth did you," he trails off.
Thez giggles. "I know a guy who is unable to market his wares. He's very skilled, only wants to increase his notoriety, and is willing to start a business relationship,... cuz Its me."
"I am certain that these will sell, and at,... my word, these will fetch a king's ransom!"
>>7260
"Wh, what sort of object?" he asks, still fixated on the bag, with all the segments of his goggles applied to the contents.
>>7263
"N, no. I just do designs and crafting. You'd need a mage for that sort of thing, but I can certainly fabricate the pieces if you're looking to make something."
"N, no. I just do designs and crafting. You'd need a mage for that sort of thing, but I can certainly fabricate the pieces if you're looking to make something."
"Also, if you have uncut stones I can do that too. Not like this guy though,... who the hell made these?"
Thez giggles. "My older brother."
Thez giggles. "My older brother."
>>7267
Just basic adventuring/sailing wares and stock. I'm all-but positive that we've covered every possible significant variant.
Just basic adventuring/sailing wares and stock. I'm all-but positive that we've covered every possible significant variant.
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>>7274
"Okee, ya!" A short woman in a butcher's outfit waddles behind a curtain and produces a big chunk of bison which she <SMACK> tosses down on the counter.
"2 Ya? What kind you want?"
"Okee, ya!" A short woman in a butcher's outfit waddles behind a curtain and produces a big chunk of bison which she <SMACK> tosses down on the counter.
"2 Ya? What kind you want?"
>>7270
>does some meaningless shit while screams about "this fucking computer" are heard from the heavens
>does some meaningless shit while screams about "this fucking computer" are heard from the heavens
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>>7278
"Livah!" She walks back behind the curtain again. Two distict <SHUUUUNK> sounds can be heard. She walks back in holding a ridiculously oversized cleaver in her hand, and <THWAPS> two large chunks of liver on the counter, easily twice the size of the puppy.
"Two liver. You want else?"
"Livah!" She walks back behind the curtain again. Two distict <SHUUUUNK> sounds can be heard. She walks back in holding a ridiculously oversized cleaver in her hand, and <THWAPS> two large chunks of liver on the counter, easily twice the size of the puppy.
"Two liver. You want else?"
"Hart!" she waddles back behind the curtain again. Some ripping sounds can be heard. Still behind the curtain: "Me got two, you want?"
"Hokee!" she waddles back, her hands and apron with blood splattered along the surface.
"You want else?"
"You want else?"
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>>7286
"Hokee," she puts the hearts next to the liver, and with an overhand chop much like someone hammering railroad ties, <SHUUUUNKS> through the bison, cutting off 3 yuuuuge, choice steaks.
"Hokee," she puts the hearts next to the liver, and with an overhand chop much like someone hammering railroad ties, <SHUUUUNKS> through the bison, cutting off 3 yuuuuge, choice steaks.
While she waits for you to choose something else, she neatly wraps the liver in one package, the hearts in another, and the steaks in yet another.
>>7290
"Hokee," she waddles behind the curtain muttering some jibberish in Chinese.
"What kinna ribs? I got cow, elk, bison!" still from the back.
"Hokee," she waddles behind the curtain muttering some jibberish in Chinese.
"What kinna ribs? I got cow, elk, bison!" still from the back.
"Hokee," she returns from the back still muttering, whacks off a rack from the bison already on the counter.
"You want else?"
"You want else?"
>>7298
Treasure area? I don't follow.
Infernius just left the butcher shop, Torcuil is still inside, Trump IDK, Thez is discussing terms with the jeweler, and Tracy is,....
Treasure area? I don't follow.
Infernius just left the butcher shop, Torcuil is still inside, Trump IDK, Thez is discussing terms with the jeweler, and Tracy is,....
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>>7299
I hate having to work on weekends...
I was going to investigate where the Werrats' nest was, but now...
I hate having to work on weekends...
I was going to investigate where the Werrats' nest was, but now...
>>7301
I see. Well, with that die roll all you can find out is that its somewhere along the roads. They had their own wagon that would periodically take all the available wealth and leave with it. They kept to themselves and never divulged anything to anyone. You're gonna have to do some Carmen Sandiego shit to find that place. Clues in the shop? No.
I see. Well, with that die roll all you can find out is that its somewhere along the roads. They had their own wagon that would periodically take all the available wealth and leave with it. They kept to themselves and never divulged anything to anyone. You're gonna have to do some Carmen Sandiego shit to find that place. Clues in the shop? No.
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