you've got a friend in me
I Anonymous can SH ( Tue) 05: tie No. 31 l
We... I dent know if she was a DMPQ, ocaust an NFC that the really liked, but we had this elf ranger in the party who was the most unbelievable bro imaginable. She picked up bitches far us,
she heralded our coming frem horseback whenever we gat to a new town, she got us feed whenever we entered town, and she kept track of every coin we had that want a gold or platinum piece.
She also managed all of our equipment so that we never had to deal with weight issues, by buying a team of ******* mules and managing the wagons. She never took a out of the loot,
she never took any magical equipment except the bows and shortswords that we didn' t want (and even then we' d often sell them instead of giving them to her, she' d be enhancement bonuses
behind us) and she never, NEVER even once asked us to pay for anything for her. She paid herein fare on the ferries, she bought or hunted herein food, and she paid for herein mom midst
didn' t sleep.
Hell, she was so reliable we started setting our clocks by her. We once sent her out, ALONE, to get through a blockade of ores and deliver a message to a city it miles away, when the entire space
inbeetween was full of wags. She came back the next mention; with the cavalry, and we hadn' t even considered that she might net. She was nothing if net to be counted on.
I Anonymous SPA ( Tue) 06: 00 No. 31 15033
l 5062
She was so much of a ******* bro that the thought of 'why'' she was such a bra never occurred to anyone until like the last three sessions when she actually saved the Sorcerer' s life by leaping in
front of a Flemish Advanced EMS Ellette (l am net ******* joking, the really applied all three of these tem plates to that creature.) and died in his arms asking if he was hurt before the cleric
could get there. We never knew why she was so loyal... Why she had saved him. We Spoke with Dead to ask her why, to ask her ruined corpse, in armor someone IO levels lower than her weild'
turned down in a crisis, holding a weapon none of us would have even picked up if we found it, why she had sacrificed herself for us.
The body answered, as we all sat there, "because you were the only friends I ever had."
I' never felt like such **** in my entire life.
I Anonymous can SH Srue) No. 31 l 512?
20 KB, WEED, big boss salute/ jpg)
So hares to you Lu, you beautiful bitch. The truest
Bro to ever string a bow.
I Anonymous Ell t)( Tue) 06: tyw No. 31 15134
and you' re on a mission ta retrieve her soul from hell right?
you ******* better be
I Anonymous ( Tue) No. 51 15222
Setting Mes. Death is death, there' s no way out. Speak with Dead was just talking ta the body, we couldn‘ t even thank her, because her soul was already gone. Bur entire campaign was built up
around destroying the spiritual mac that was preventing souls from going to the real afterlife, and allowing people to be corrected.
We killed the very primal concept of entropy with her name on our lips, and we all went down with it. No afterlives, no happy endings. But we went knowing that maybe, just maybe, she would be free
now, and she would know that we appreciated her for what she did.
She weild know because we carved it onto Soda forehead in bald letters.
We... I dent know if she was a DMPQ, ocaust an NFC that the really liked, but we had this elf ranger in the party who was the most unbelievable bro imaginable. She picked up bitches far us,
she heralded our coming frem horseback whenever we gat to a new town, she got us feed whenever we entered town, and she kept track of every coin we had that want a gold or platinum piece.
She also managed all of our equipment so that we never had to deal with weight issues, by buying a team of ******* mules and managing the wagons. She never took a out of the loot,
she never took any magical equipment except the bows and shortswords that we didn' t want (and even then we' d often sell them instead of giving them to her, she' d be enhancement bonuses
behind us) and she never, NEVER even once asked us to pay for anything for her. She paid herein fare on the ferries, she bought or hunted herein food, and she paid for herein mom midst
didn' t sleep.
Hell, she was so reliable we started setting our clocks by her. We once sent her out, ALONE, to get through a blockade of ores and deliver a message to a city it miles away, when the entire space
inbeetween was full of wags. She came back the next mention; with the cavalry, and we hadn' t even considered that she might net. She was nothing if net to be counted on.
I Anonymous SPA ( Tue) 06: 00 No. 31 15033
l 5062
She was so much of a ******* bro that the thought of 'why'' she was such a bra never occurred to anyone until like the last three sessions when she actually saved the Sorcerer' s life by leaping in
front of a Flemish Advanced EMS Ellette (l am net ******* joking, the really applied all three of these tem plates to that creature.) and died in his arms asking if he was hurt before the cleric
could get there. We never knew why she was so loyal... Why she had saved him. We Spoke with Dead to ask her why, to ask her ruined corpse, in armor someone IO levels lower than her weild'
turned down in a crisis, holding a weapon none of us would have even picked up if we found it, why she had sacrificed herself for us.
The body answered, as we all sat there, "because you were the only friends I ever had."
I' never felt like such **** in my entire life.
I Anonymous can SH Srue) No. 31 l 512?
20 KB, WEED, big boss salute/ jpg)
So hares to you Lu, you beautiful bitch. The truest
Bro to ever string a bow.
I Anonymous Ell t)( Tue) 06: tyw No. 31 15134
and you' re on a mission ta retrieve her soul from hell right?
you ******* better be
I Anonymous ( Tue) No. 51 15222
Setting Mes. Death is death, there' s no way out. Speak with Dead was just talking ta the body, we couldn‘ t even thank her, because her soul was already gone. Bur entire campaign was built up
around destroying the spiritual mac that was preventing souls from going to the real afterlife, and allowing people to be corrected.
We killed the very primal concept of entropy with her name on our lips, and we all went down with it. No afterlives, no happy endings. But we went knowing that maybe, just maybe, she would be free
now, and she would know that we appreciated her for what she did.
She weild know because we carved it onto Soda forehead in bald letters.
...
| |
