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6/22/2025, 10:13:11 PM
All told, a part of you wants to just grab Tzah-Tzie by the scruff of her mischievous neck and grab some shuteye… but Volka’s a big girl–she can handle a greedy little gremlin on her own!
Not to mention you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious about this guy, especially his uh, earnest method of gathering information! Sitting down across from the pushy Skog, you begin by letting loose the sigh you didn’t notice you were holding in! That… coulda’ gone worse.
“Verily…” Nods the figure, a bashful smile creeping onto what little you can see of his tusked face! “In truth, sir, I know all too well which master they serve…”
Then he knows how dangerous the Spicys are, you flatly retort. He must really want some info, huh? The Skog shrugs his massive shoulders.
“Haste and panic clouded mine judgement, yes…” He sighs, tapping a finger on the table that could probably snap your neck like a pretzel, “The deeper I delve into this mystery, the hazier it becomes…”
Fellick, right? You uh… you heard he snuffed it.
“Word travels fast…” Mutters the mystery-buster with a weary shake of his head! “Though you ARE a tavernkeeper… thou must acquire all manners of knowledge here…”
Co-owner, you shrug, but yea… so, you add, what’s he heard anyways?
You’re answered by a nervous laugh! “Oh… forgive me, sir, but I was-err, well that is to say I already AM answering for breaches in protocol and information, so…” Something between the sound of the Skog coughing and clearing his throat leaves the stranger’s lips as he rises from his seat!
“F-forgive the disruptions I caused–I’ll be on my way n-”
“RoOoOOk! She won’t stop licking my food-”
“NyaaaaR-”
“Please tell me we can leav-”
Time slows to a crawl as your entire entourage seems to collide with the departing detective… and while everyone is too busy recoiling like they were hit with a fire hose, an uncanny, primal anger alights beneath your heart when you see it:
https://youtu.be/e9vrfEoc8_g
Polished tusks.
Immaculate teeth.
Blue eyes over the usual Skog yellow!
A part of you knew why this space cadet spoke so eloquently, but you didn’t want to entertain the thought!
The anger in Volka and Tzah-Tzie’s expressions fade away quicker than a fart in a jet propulsion lab when they too come to the same conclusion!
“O-OH!” Sputters the former, letting the latter drop to the ground like a bag of groceries, “It’s… you!”
“And who, exactly is this?” Inquires Morook.
Sensing the jig is up, the Skog abandons the effort of putting his hood back on as he answers Volka with a DISGUSTINGLY charming smile!
“Yes,” He sighs, “It is I: LIGHTBRINGER JHAIRO... w-well, former-err, it matters not!”
“M-me too…” Stammers Tzah-Tzie, your gal pal reacting with the usual grace and dignity.
Damned HUNKS!
>CONTD.
Not to mention you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious about this guy, especially his uh, earnest method of gathering information! Sitting down across from the pushy Skog, you begin by letting loose the sigh you didn’t notice you were holding in! That… coulda’ gone worse.
“Verily…” Nods the figure, a bashful smile creeping onto what little you can see of his tusked face! “In truth, sir, I know all too well which master they serve…”
Then he knows how dangerous the Spicys are, you flatly retort. He must really want some info, huh? The Skog shrugs his massive shoulders.
“Haste and panic clouded mine judgement, yes…” He sighs, tapping a finger on the table that could probably snap your neck like a pretzel, “The deeper I delve into this mystery, the hazier it becomes…”
Fellick, right? You uh… you heard he snuffed it.
“Word travels fast…” Mutters the mystery-buster with a weary shake of his head! “Though you ARE a tavernkeeper… thou must acquire all manners of knowledge here…”
Co-owner, you shrug, but yea… so, you add, what’s he heard anyways?
You’re answered by a nervous laugh! “Oh… forgive me, sir, but I was-err, well that is to say I already AM answering for breaches in protocol and information, so…” Something between the sound of the Skog coughing and clearing his throat leaves the stranger’s lips as he rises from his seat!
“F-forgive the disruptions I caused–I’ll be on my way n-”
“RoOoOOk! She won’t stop licking my food-”
“NyaaaaR-”
“Please tell me we can leav-”
Time slows to a crawl as your entire entourage seems to collide with the departing detective… and while everyone is too busy recoiling like they were hit with a fire hose, an uncanny, primal anger alights beneath your heart when you see it:
https://youtu.be/e9vrfEoc8_g
Polished tusks.
Immaculate teeth.
Blue eyes over the usual Skog yellow!
A part of you knew why this space cadet spoke so eloquently, but you didn’t want to entertain the thought!
The anger in Volka and Tzah-Tzie’s expressions fade away quicker than a fart in a jet propulsion lab when they too come to the same conclusion!
“O-OH!” Sputters the former, letting the latter drop to the ground like a bag of groceries, “It’s… you!”
“And who, exactly is this?” Inquires Morook.
Sensing the jig is up, the Skog abandons the effort of putting his hood back on as he answers Volka with a DISGUSTINGLY charming smile!
“Yes,” He sighs, “It is I: LIGHTBRINGER JHAIRO... w-well, former-err, it matters not!”
“M-me too…” Stammers Tzah-Tzie, your gal pal reacting with the usual grace and dignity.
Damned HUNKS!
>CONTD.
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