Vandal continued to put back a flagon of milk per hour, sadly slumped at the bar. His giggles had all but become stifled nasal exhalations as his pack still slept.

"Where is my dapper singing frog?"

Without their theme song being plucked and hummed amphibiously, Vandal was lost. The fighter further reeled at the thought of a bar brawl with no battle music.

Quest 2
##A. Group up with your party and cover each other’s backs

Side Quest 1
##Hell's Belles

That's the saddest thing I've ever seen

*aggressively chews carrot while pieces spray all over the bar*

Murder Bunny didn't always have this name. Murder Bunny was once...but a simple rabbit by the name of Fluffy.

Fluffy lived the typical, idyllic life of a rabbit folk. Spent his days grazing with the rest of his fluffle, and spent his nights snuggled up for warmth. His dear, dear fluffle...Snuffles, Thumpy, Grumpy, Lumpy, Chunky, and of course, little Hammond. The love and harmony they had between each other was just...perfect.

That is...until the wolf came. Wild beast he was, and he knew nothing but hunger and hate. Rabbit folk were always taught to sleep with one eye open, always to keep their head on a swivel. But one night, just one night...Fluffy's fluffle forgot their place in the world. They forgot how fragile their peaceful existence truly was.

The squeaks...the squeaks are something Fluffy will never get out of his head. He awoke and climbed from his rabbithole in the middle of the night just to be met with the image of Lumpy's innards spilling out of the wolf's maw.

"Well? The fuck you lookin' at?" the wolf snarled as he slurped down the last half of Lumpy's lifeless body.

Fluffy forlornly sniffled his nose as he looked up at the big bad wolf, then down at the ground...where Hammond's disembodied head laid, permanently staring up in terror.

And that's when something peculiar happened. Something that's never happened to any rabbit folk before. Fluffy decided he was tired of running, tired of living in constant fear. Fluffy decided it was time to fight back.

The wolf's eyes widened as the previously docile bunny rabbit hopped straight onto his neck. He was so frozen with surprise that he barely even had time to register that Fluffy had already nibbled all the way through his jugular.

As Fluffy bathed in the warmth of the wolf's blood under the light of the full moon, he suddenly felt...different. He felt reborn. He didn't know what had just come over him, but all he knew now was there was no going back. After all, what was there to go back to?

"I am become...M̵̭͉͍̼̼͑̀̿͘͝u̶̢̪̦͉͊ŕ̶̛̬͔̺̲͔̋͑̑͂̈́̅̋̕d̷̳̈́̄́̈́͐̊͛̾̈́ȩ̸̧̧̡͕̼͚̰͖̜̦̩̩̱̘̓̇̃͝r̶̛̤̬̦̎͝͝ ̷͓̙̬͓̤̭͙̫͕̺̘̠͔̣͑̌͗̆̎̀͒̾̑͘͝ͅB̶̨̥͉͓̮̪͓͗̿͐̇͜u̶̫̟̽́̾͛͋́̄͑̚ņ̴̛̻̪̯͖̙̠̫̙̈́́̓̈́̍͛̂͘͝n̴̪͔̳̝̫̞̆͐̈̄͌̾̀̓̋̊͝͝͝͝ȳ̵̢̺̦̼̜̮̜͇̞̦̽͊͛͐́͐̓̈̆͜͜" he whispered to himself as he outstretched his bloodsoaked arms to the heavens.

And so began Murder Bunny's tour along the countryside, wreaking havoc and death wherever he went. Sometimes it was for money, other times it was for nothing more than the sadistic thrill.

How he ended up in the company of a pious tortle and a wise warlock was a story for another day. But one thing was for sure, his taste for blood had only just begun. The creature once known as Fluffy was all but gone.

Murder Bunny comes to the stark realization that he had spoken his entire backstory out loud.

NONE OF YOU HEARD NOTHIN! AND IF ANY OF YOUS EVER CALL ME BY MY TRUE NAME I WILL END YOU AND YOUR ENTIRE BLOODLINE!

NOW WHERE'S MY FUCKIN WEAPON!

##claim Falchion

Ri ragree rith ra Rack

The Pack

Hi Cody
Hi Moose

Dagger - Canassa
Long sword - Ahron
Short sword
Longbow
Crossbow- Faerora
Mace - Greaseface
Glave - Calius
Falchion - Murder Bunny
Scimitar - Randall
Rapier - Lavina
Sickle - Tuuluuwaq
Shuriken
War hammer - Khanarak
Shield - Boobarella
Quarterstaff - Malus
Spear - Ordella
Whip - Rara
Sling - Cyrillus
Wooden stool
Fists
None (hide) - Pastor Sandro

"Heh heh, Rok wants to take something stabby..." The gremlin hunkered in the corner eyed the new shinies, carefully observing which weapon was carelessly picked up by the other civilised folk. The creatures' eyes glistened at one weapon in particular, casually overlooked and ignored on the pile, and then to another. There were still so many options left to choose from, it made Rok's head spin!

"Oooohohohohohoho" Rok giggled quietly to themselves, and then louder and louder until the maddening laughter filled the room. The gnome quickly darted to the pile, snatching their prize before sprinting back to the corner, avoiding any attack opprotunities.

"Stabbs," Rok muttered quietly and then repeated, louder and louder, until matching the volume of the outburst earlier, more laughter intermixing in the name of their new weapon. Rok held the shortsword over their head, waving it wildly and with much gusto.

"STABBS! STABBS! I CALL THIS ONE STABBS!"

##claim shortsword

Sidequest 1: The first initial of our name put together spells ROK. It's perfect.

Randall will call his scimitar Celine.

Moose @ 5/2/2021 21:51

Sidequest 1: The first initial of our name put together spells ROK. It's perfect.

Rok Squad?

ohhh we could also be the CMT squad. We kill you then play country music at your funeral

"That idea is stinker than Rok "

No one is really sure where Rok came from exactly. Some say that they emerged from a swamp like some kind of fabled cryptid. Others say that Rok was once a normal Gnome child that got lost in the woods and slowly went mad. Either way, they were no longer lost in the wilds and were out in civilization and here to stay.

It's also an eerie fascination by some magic-users that Rok just could not stay clean. Many a party member tried countless times to prestidigitate the creature, only for the filth to attract itself back onto Rok like a dirt magnet. Some theorize this is the power of nature that Rok has claimed as their own, using the filth and pollution of the world to cause damage to their enemies and to much surprise and disgust, heal their allies. If you were to ask Rok, they would respond something along the lines of "Floaty dirty things make Rok go PHEW!" and then observe Rok point to something around their body that just isn't there.

Rok has also been observed to change shape at will, turning into different animals. The transformations seem to be entirely spontaneous and, to some previous party members, completely inconvenient. Some speculate that the thing just tries to cause as much havoc as possible, not caring particularly for the consequences. However there are times where the gnome has shown great wisdom, implying that Rok indeed does possess some sort of intelligence, just either has gone completely mad or chooses to act on more primal urges.

Moose @ 5/2/2021 21:51

Sidequest 1: The first initial of our name put together spells ROK. It's perfect.

This made sense when i had a few drinks but not now that i am sobering up

I can't tell if Moose hates me because i don't get Rok or because i am getting sober