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Boc
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| Post #1: 10th Feb 2021 11:32 PM | |
The Felis had been quite the hosts! It's so nice that some creatures in this land still are so welcoming, even despite all the evil that lurks. So naive! It makes things oh so much more fun.
Speaking of fun, Murder Bunny suddenly found himself in the midst of a battle royale, smackdab in the middle of Langdale. And against all odds, he wasn't involved!
Not quite yet anyway.
##Use Heal Potion
##MQ2: D. Start a fight
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Boc
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| Post #2: 10th Feb 2021 11:49 PM | |
In the midst of the moonberry madness, Marnu shot Murder Bunny a look as if to say, "Murder Bunny, can you believe that Lavina would take such action against our dynamic duo? Surely this must make you feel very angry >:("
And you know what? Murder Bunny did feel a bit miffed. He didn't know where, he didn't know when, he didn't even know who...but something told him he couldn't let this stand.
He snuck over to the market stands and perused their wares.
He gazed at the spell book, paused, and thought to himself for a moment.
"Nah," he shook his head. Spells are for those who are too weak to fight with their hands. No dice.
He then hopped to the next stall, where plenty of fresh moonberries were somehow still in stock. He became tempted to join the food fight...but quickly reconsidered.
"Nay," he shook his head. Poison is for those who are too timid to fight face to face. Not a chance.
He then walked over to a third stall...where an array of weapons were on display. His eyes lit up like he was a baby bunny again.
"Ȩ̸͛x̸̧͔̎̓̽ͅc̶̦͍̉̈ę̵̥̖̾̆ḽ̵̡͉̞̯͌̂̿̚͝l̷̨̲̱̖̀͌͘e̷̞͑n̶͙̏̓̒͘t̸̳̖̣͔̽͒̊̊̕" he said, licking his lips. He flipped a coin of inspiration to the shopkeep and reached for a blade.
##Purchase: Daggar | |
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Boc
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| Post #3: 11th Feb 2021 6:57 PM | |
As the Ying Yang Yang sat at the local tavern, waiting for some loose lips to let something slip, Murder Bunny couldn't help but play with his newfound toy. He repeatedly jabbed the daggar into the table, muttering to himself manically as he did so. It was almost like he was...practicing?
Despite seeing one of his tables getting desecrated, the barkeep was too unnerved to say anything. | |
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