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“So the only real options are South… or West!” Concludes the Gnok as he triumphantly thumbs his spectacles!
“And if I wanted to get lost, I’d go West.” Adds Lido, giving his fellow Gnok’s shoulder a grateful shake, “But if I wanted to get lost and NOT get eaten, I’d go South.”
“Reckon his pals know the lay o’ the land too…” Biiba grunts. “Rolo said dat’ Ruusdi broad was wiv’ em too…”
“We leavin’ t’night!?” Sputters Needo the knife-crazy Durher! “I can march, Lid! I can march fer’ HOURS!”
“Nah…” Mutters Lido as he stirs his beverage with his claw, “Haste makes waste in the wilds. We’ll stay here, get a fresh start tomorrow.” A derisive snort leaves his lips as they curl into a fresh grin. “Hells, maybe a Maakar chewed ‘em up already. Easy money!”
“Heh! Or bandit chow!” Guffaws the Mzz’goe’virr!
“Anywho,” Lido concludes as he cracks his neck, “We’ll head towards RYTZO tomorrow.”
Biiba frowns. “Dat’ ole’ fishing town?”
“Mhm…” Nods Lido, “Higher-ups haven’t heard a lick from our boys there in ages. Figure we kill two Neetz with one stone. Rolo seemed fine with it…”
“Yea, about Rolo-”
The conversation doesn’t seem to be winding down, but you feel the sleeping Molegg shift a bit next to you… what do!?
>ABORT!
>CONTINUE!
>Write-In!
“So the only real options are South… or West!” Concludes the Gnok as he triumphantly thumbs his spectacles!
“And if I wanted to get lost, I’d go West.” Adds Lido, giving his fellow Gnok’s shoulder a grateful shake, “But if I wanted to get lost and NOT get eaten, I’d go South.”
“Reckon his pals know the lay o’ the land too…” Biiba grunts. “Rolo said dat’ Ruusdi broad was wiv’ em too…”
“We leavin’ t’night!?” Sputters Needo the knife-crazy Durher! “I can march, Lid! I can march fer’ HOURS!”
“Nah…” Mutters Lido as he stirs his beverage with his claw, “Haste makes waste in the wilds. We’ll stay here, get a fresh start tomorrow.” A derisive snort leaves his lips as they curl into a fresh grin. “Hells, maybe a Maakar chewed ‘em up already. Easy money!”
“Heh! Or bandit chow!” Guffaws the Mzz’goe’virr!
“Anywho,” Lido concludes as he cracks his neck, “We’ll head towards RYTZO tomorrow.”
Biiba frowns. “Dat’ ole’ fishing town?”
“Mhm…” Nods Lido, “Higher-ups haven’t heard a lick from our boys there in ages. Figure we kill two Neetz with one stone. Rolo seemed fine with it…”
“Yea, about Rolo-”
The conversation doesn’t seem to be winding down, but you feel the sleeping Molegg shift a bit next to you… what do!?
>ABORT!
>CONTINUE!
>Write-In!
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