OMG the quests today are amazing! I love all of them.

"BIRD MAN, YOU DIE" Rok took their trust Stabbs and ran for Akmong, jumping and cackling in crazed laughter. Rok went for the reliant move of stabbing in the eyes, glass and metal shattering and shredding in the sheer force of this small gnome and their knife.

"AND I EAT YOUR BIRD TOO"

This was it...end of the rabbit trail, as it were.

Murder Bunny had learned a whole lot in this odyssey, and yet, nothing at all. He'd developed some begrudging respect for his fellow comrades, Calius and Sandro, although he still couldn't for the life of him remember why that unlikely trio teamed up in the first place.

He'd met a dashing amphibian by the name of Marnu, whose music may have melted one layer of ice of the many encasing Murder Bunny's cold heart.

Sparring sessions with Tuuluuwaq. Playing keepaway with Priggat's herbs. The memories seemed truly endless.

Of course the business with the felinefolk didn't, didn't count. Everyone has their relapses.

At the end of the day, the creature formerly known as Fluffy seemed to be emerging bit by bit with each passing day. He may have just made some genuine f...fr...friends on this intrepid journey.

And yet...and yet, when Akmong's icy blue stare met with Murder Bunny's eyes of red, he couldn't help but feel the rage building inside of him. The murder. This sonofabitch almost got him killed! The day in the stockade was the most helpless he'd felt since the day the wolf came, and he couldn't say he missed the feeling.

And so, Murder Bunny's unholy rage bubbled up to the surface once more, this time perhaps greater than ever. He let out a fiercesome squeak as he swung his flail above his head and hopped in place, preparing to strike.

Perhaps this was the moment that the last remnant of Fluffy's sanity would expire and Murder Bunny would take over forever. The optimist would say this was his one last purge of psychopathy before giving into to his better instincts. Or perhaps no one would ever know, since Murder Bunny's vitality--mostly thanks to this raven fuck--waned by the day. This may very well be his final fight.

But in the moment, none of that mattered. It was time to do what a Murder Bunny does best.

##MQ1: A. V̵̡̀ĩ̵͔ơ̶̭l̵̝̓ȩ̶́n̵͍̕t̷͖͆l̸͖͋y̴̥̌ ̸̦̊m̸̳̃u̴̟͝r̸̗̀d̶̜̽è̸̖ř̵͖ ̸͍̃h̷͉́i̵̞̔ḿ̴̡

##MQ2: Rolled: 63 (63) [1d100]

For Khanarak:
A. Bring your warhammer down upon him
B. Charge him and gore him with your minotaur horns
C. Throw Faerora into him



And here we are, the final battle. Am i Ready for this? No. Would I ever be? no...

First, to my companions. Rok, you are amazing. I underestimated you at first, but your determination and stabiness have shined through. If we both survive this, i hope we have many more adventures together.

To Ordella, you are a powerful mage. I've heard of your cultish tales, especially your recent victory. Again, if we survive, you have a friend for life.

I see Randall and Ahron getting ready. Randall, I hope we share a book together soon. Ahron, I hope we meet after this, or in thie next life. Good...creatures, both of you.

It's time to go...but first, some unfinished business...

Faerora never sees me crack her upside the head. Not enough to kill her. Oh no...I want her to feel this. Lavina and Canassa are too busy readying themselves, and never see me drag her away.
On a side note, Lavina and Canassa look fabulous. Who does their hair? Did they design their own outfits. Amazing job...just amazing.

Where was I?

Yes I drag Faerora out of the way. I give her a few blows....then grab my trusty warhammer...maybe it's time to chop off a few body parts......


I ready it, and i see the defiant look in her eyes....and i hesitate. Then i set it down altogether. There's no hate left in me. We have another enemy to attack. I may not like her actions, but in the end, she was trying to protect her group. Revenge can wait. It's time for a common foe.

I let her go (but not without ripping her hat in 2. I'm still petty) and stare down our enemy. It's no time to get cute. I'm going to do what i do best.

(Oh shit i rolled a 15. Maybe i don't do anything best)

One final nod to my team. I'm heading in. Akmong sus, wherever you are, thank you for constructing such an elaborate world.

Father, I hope I've made you proud. And I pray for further adventures. But if this is the end, I go out with a smile on my face.

##a Bring my Warhammer down upon him

her*

Akmong Sus, did Randall ever tell you about this one time, at the item shop, when Randall wanted to buy a potion of healing, but he couldn't? Because some nasty-ass bitch stole Randall's last inspiration! Randall was so mad! So mad! Randall RAAAGED like the the barbarian Randall is!!!!! And Randall has held onto that anger and that rage ever since that day and now, Randall will unleash it all upon you!

SING AS YOU SWING, CELINE!

##Main Quest #1:
A. Slice him with Celine

Randall has some very bad news for you, Akmong Sus! Your heart...will not! go on.

Main Quest #2: Rolled: 9 (9) [1d100]

This is how Randall do.

Randall will now go find Rara and Cyrillus!

And then after this adventure comes to an end, Randall will invite the giggle dog out for a glass of milk, and enjoy a visit to the library with Khanarak.

Randall wishes to add another 9 in front of that!

So this is it. All of the previous troubles had led Tuuluuwaq and his friends to this throne room at this place in time. He could see the look of fear on his friends faces, and he knew he had to help them. He was their protector and their muscle after all. It didn't matter to him at this point if they won the reward or not, the reward would be to continue on in life traveling and adventuring with his friends.

Tuuluuwaq was not afraid of Akmong. He knew his training and knew his sickle would hit true as long as he swung it with a purity in his heart. This wasn't for him, but for all those poor citizens who were brutally killed or injured by Akmong in his quest for power.

With the visions of the burning town on his mind, Tuuluuwaq grabbed his sickle, raised it above his head, let out a giant roar and ran headlong towards Akmong.

"It's me or you now, and I like my chances!"

Main Quest #1:
## Option A. Slice him across the stomach with your sickle

Main Quest #2:
Rolled: 12 (12) [1d100]

I hope main quest #2 is determined golf-style, where low score wins.

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO ASK ME TWICE!

Main Quest #1: All Roads Lead Here

C. Chug a final mystery potion and see what happens

🐍🐍🐍 YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!! 🐍🐍🐍

Main Quest #2: How Do You Want To Do This?

Rolled: 75 (75) [1d100]

"Imagine being up against twenty-one adventurers hardened over the course of twenty days by your own orchestrated trials.

With only a stupid bird to have your back. Hehehehehehehe!"