cupboardgnome
4th Level Troll
I'm a long-time roleplayer, ever since the Red Box was published ⚔️🎲 I discovered T&T in 2020
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Post by cupboardgnome on Jun 30, 2021 1:55:50 GMT -5
(A masterpiece in the making - take the preceding text and add one sentence. Repeat... 😃🎲⚔️)
Nobb the hobb day-dreamed of ale and cakes as he rode through the woods.
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Post by ProfGremlin on Jun 30, 2021 8:13:20 GMT -5
His pony whuffed, as if in resignation, as it bore the heavy-set ale-taster towards the town walls seen through the trees in the early afternoon sunlight.
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cupboardgnome
4th Level Troll
I'm a long-time roleplayer, ever since the Red Box was published ⚔️🎲 I discovered T&T in 2020
Posts: 315
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Post by cupboardgnome on Jun 30, 2021 8:15:19 GMT -5
(copy and add) Nobb the hobb day-dreamed of ale and cakes as he rode through the woods. His pony whuffed, as if in resignation, as it bore the heavy-set ale-taster towards the town walls seen through the trees in the early afternoon sunlight.
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cupboardgnome
4th Level Troll
I'm a long-time roleplayer, ever since the Red Box was published ⚔️🎲 I discovered T&T in 2020
Posts: 315
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Post by cupboardgnome on Jul 1, 2021 13:57:22 GMT -5
(so who's next?)
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Post by bigjackbrass on Jul 1, 2021 14:14:28 GMT -5
(copy and add) Nobb the hobb day-dreamed of ale and cakes as he rode through the woods. His pony whuffed, as if in resignation, as it bore the heavy-set ale-taster towards the town walls seen through the trees in the early afternoon sunlight. His scarlet-chafed thighs a constant raw reminder not to mix sequinned shorts with can-can dancing, Nobb was far too distracted to notice a tiny door open in the trunk of the pale elm he was riding past.
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order99
7th Level Troll
Coffee-fueled Carrion That Walks Like a Man
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Post by order99 on Jul 2, 2021 12:27:35 GMT -5
Nobb the hobb day-dreamed of ale and cakes as he rode through the woods. His pony whuffed, as if in resignation, as it bore the heavy-set ale-taster towards the town walls seen through the trees in the early afternoon sunlight. His scarlet-chafed thighs a constant raw reminder not to mix sequinned shorts with can-can dancing, Nobb was far too distracted to notice a tiny door open in the trunk of the pale elm he was riding past.
"You know what to do," whispered the King of Crows under his breath-and from the tiny door flew a line of shadows, scattering wide and unfurling myriad wings, as if to blot out the very sun.
(used a transitional paragraph break, hope you don't mind)
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cupboardgnome
4th Level Troll
I'm a long-time roleplayer, ever since the Red Box was published ⚔️🎲 I discovered T&T in 2020
Posts: 315
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Post by cupboardgnome on Jul 3, 2021 2:31:04 GMT -5
(oooo transparabreaks are the best! Of course no one minds - this is a free-rolling snowball 😃)
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Post by zanshin on Jul 3, 2021 5:29:54 GMT -5
Nobb the hobb day-dreamed of ale and cakes as he rode through the woods. His pony whuffed, as if in resignation, as it bore the heavy-set ale-taster towards the town walls seen through the trees in the early afternoon sunlight. His scarlet-chafed thighs a constant raw reminder not to mix sequinned shorts with can-can dancing, Nobb was far too distracted to notice a tiny door open in the trunk of the pale elm he was riding past.
"You know what to do," whispered the King of Crows under his breath-and from the tiny door flew a line of shadows, scattering wide and unfurling myriad wings, as if to blot out the very sun. The shadows cohered and coalesced behind Nobb, forming a silhouette of him that followed his movements, for the most part.
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Post by ProfGremlin on Jul 3, 2021 9:30:03 GMT -5
Question for clarification - how many posts after yours is good etiquette before offering another line? I doubt Miss Manners has covered such an endeavour. It'll probably be a small group collaborating here, which could grow, admittedly. I just want to be sensitive to playing together and not dominating the sandbox.
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cupboardgnome
4th Level Troll
I'm a long-time roleplayer, ever since the Red Box was published ⚔️🎲 I discovered T&T in 2020
Posts: 315
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Post by cupboardgnome on Jul 3, 2021 13:32:46 GMT -5
Question for clarification - how many posts after yours is good etiquette before offering another line? I doubt Miss Manners has covered such an endeavour. It'll probably be a small group collaborating here, which could grow, admittedly. I just want to be sensitive to playing together and not dominating the sandbox. (I think three or four is a fair number to wait before striking again, or the same number of days of no posts, whichever comes first 🙂) |
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cupboardgnome
4th Level Troll
I'm a long-time roleplayer, ever since the Red Box was published ⚔️🎲 I discovered T&T in 2020
Posts: 315
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Post by cupboardgnome on Nov 27, 2021 5:01:17 GMT -5
Nobb the hobb day-dreamed of ale and cakes as he rode through the woods. His pony whuffed, as if in resignation, as it bore the heavy-set ale-taster towards the town walls seen through the trees in the early afternoon sunlight. His scarlet-chafed thighs a constant raw reminder not to mix sequinned shorts with can-can dancing, Nobb was far too distracted to notice a tiny door open in the trunk of the pale elm he was riding past.
"You know what to do," whispered the King of Crows under his breath-and from the tiny door flew a line of shadows, scattering wide and unfurling myriad wings, as if to blot out the very sun. The shadows cohered and coalesced behind Nobb, forming a silhouette of him that followed his movements, for the most part.
Oblivious to what was about to happen, Nobb took a swig from his hipflask.
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order99
7th Level Troll
Coffee-fueled Carrion That Walks Like a Man
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Post by order99 on Nov 27, 2021 23:03:33 GMT -5
Nobb the hobb day-dreamed of ale and cakes as he rode through the woods. His pony whuffed, as if in resignation, as it bore the heavy-set ale-taster towards the town walls seen through the trees in the early afternoon sunlight. His scarlet-chafed thighs a constant raw reminder not to mix sequinned shorts with can-can dancing, Nobb was far too distracted to notice a tiny door open in the trunk of the pale elm he was riding past.
"You know what to do," whispered the King of Crows under his breath-and from the tiny door flew a line of shadows, scattering wide and unfurling myriad wings, as if to blot out the very sun. The shadows cohered and coalesced behind Nobb, forming a silhouette of him that followed his movements, for the most part.
Oblivious to what was about to happen, Nobb took a swig from his hip flask. The flask was made of rare ebony, chased with silver and filled with spring water and a touch of mint-the greatest tool in Nobb's ongoing maintenance of his delicate taster's palate-and had belonged to his grandfather Vobb, legendary taster to the late Baron Mienhoffner himself.
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