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"If it's being used to defend the people of Honeyhome I don't think they'll mind too much, just..." he would pause leaning down to her. "Be...sensitive about it. Hemomancers have caused this town trouble in the past and some of the older gents might take a bit of offense if you're using it in...

The water would hiss and bubble against his feet as they flash cooled, steam billowing off them. The giant would crack his neck, beckoning the map from his UI and passing it along to the short woman, taking the time to glance around the ship. He was impressed that she'd managed to run the...

A couple of the young men would put on false smiles and return the pleasantries of Kyra, the fear of the coming battle passing for one fleeting moment. As she scampered back to Brutus, the giant would muse upon her question before answering. "When I first encountered them, there was about six...

"There is no shame in opting to being good at supports. A good healer lets a tank fight for way longer than they normally can, and a solid buff can make DPSers go nuclear. However, if you don't know what you're doing, be it you're not careful with your positioning or comfortable with your...

"So your idea is...to take a pill to counteract the heat?" He would raise an eyebrow, blotting some sweat from his brow. "So what, I pop it and it...force drops my body temp? Isn't that exceptionally dangerous? And...possibly riddled with potential side effects?" Taking a seat at the usual...

"Your healing will be a boon to the trip then. If you focus on using your support skills to aid myself and the other huntsmen, it will allow us to fight harder and longer, potentially turning the tide of the battle." The man would pat her shoulder and beckon for her to follow them as they...

The giant would muse on the man's words as he ate his food, chewing slowly to buy himself some time to think on the man's words. "You're not wrong, I don't have to go shoving my foot up people's asses for the name of my family, but it's still...context to my turmoil." Returning to his food, he...

"That makes sense." Nodding along, the giant continued to pick at his own crepe. The warm buzz of whatever was in that last drink was beginning to kick in and chase away the general anxieties that cluttered his mind. Not a healthy coping mechanism, but something that could get him through...

"With any luck this will be a simple and clean operation." Brutus would parrot the woman's words slightly, nodding as if to reassure himself of his own words. "We go in, find the source, rip it out root and stem and come home to celebrate eh?" The cowboy frowned slightly, but didn't say...

"You," he would turn to look at her. "Are not ready to take on bandits, hells you're probably barely ready to take on goblins in any great quantity. We're going to do this in small steps. You do the fetch quests, you get the mastery points, you level your skills up, then you do the harder...

The gathered group of men had been huddled around a table bearing a map of the town and the surrounding area. The bulk of the group consisted of rather generic looking men, ages somewhere from twenty to forty, brown or blonde hair, lightly scruffed and clad in green cloaks signifying some sort...

It all started with a letter. Fort Gundame was only a ten minute walk from the town of Honeyhome. Once a small woodcutters shack, the giant had received it as a gift from the town as a reward for clearing out a goblin infestation with his partner Corsair. Despite the relative proximity to...

Brutus moved, grooved, and schmoved through the bridge, channeling the slimiest moves he could muster. There was of course the jello jiggle, the up and down wiggle, the scientific surprise, and many more that didn't even have names. At first he felt silly, perhaps even stupid as he gyrated in...

"I guess family has just always been important to me..." The giant would muse dumping some syrup over his waffle and slicing into it. "My name outside of the game is Olivier Clisson, if you're not much of a history buff my family used to be French nobility, my namesake in particular was a bit...

"Your magic has a smell?" The giant would quirk an eyebrow. "Interesting. Either way if you want to get stronger you'll need practice. Practice makes perfect, reppition is the mother of all learning etcetera etcetera." He would shorten his stride so the witch could keep pace with him...

Brutus would grin to Yu as he left, shooting him finger guns. "Ay, have fun man, I'll be over here vibing for the moment." Clearly the purple haired woman was perturbed by the meat being proffered by @Toko , but the exact reasoning eluded him. Hypersense could only pick up on body language...

The giant would eye the short woman towering above him on her boat as she took extorted a greater percentage from him. Sure, it was negotiation tactics, but really? An eyebrow would be raised as he would simply squat down and jump up, a jet of flame igniting under his feet to boost him upwards...

The giant had to fight the knee jerk urge to scowl at the man's initial words. He backpedaled a bit, which stayed the man's anger for the moment. The Boar in front of them would continue to work his culinary magic, dropping things onto the grill right precisely the right time. It wasn't...

"I doubt you've caused an issue unless you were recklessly casting magic with malicious intent." The Lion would thumb through a couple more jobs before, seemingly satisfied, would pull the few jobs he had and scan them to a greater degree, humming softly as he did so. "If it was as simple as...

"Davey Jones?" The man would raise an eyebrow. "I don't think I'd do that, but tell you what..." He would reach into his UI and pull out the treasure map. "I did manage to somehow snag this in my stupor. I have no idea if it's nearby, if it's already been found, or if there's even treasure...