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7/15/2025, 7:33:22 PM
STOP PICKING HIM
YOU WILL NOT MAKE HIM WORK
YOU WILL NEVER MAKE HIM WORK
YOU WILL NOT MAKE HIM WORK
YOU WILL NEVER MAKE HIM WORK
6/16/2025, 12:38:48 AM
>is the worst character in your path
how do we fix him?
how do we fix him?
6/12/2025, 6:13:54 AM
People are sleeping on guardian man.
I'm playing:
taanker
shielder
protector
the wall
last hope
never fall
Ain't ever failed a boss with this bird brain.
I'm playing:
taanker
shielder
protector
the wall
last hope
never fall
Ain't ever failed a boss with this bird brain.
ID: mvRYfVvx/qst/6236845#6251699
6/2/2025, 3:05:26 AM
Your muscles strain against your shirt as you pull it on. You don't have the mountainous figure of a strongman, you have the rock-hard, statuesque physique of a swordsman, a grappler and an athlete. You barely make a sound while descending the steps and enter the large common room of the inn.
The room is mostly empty, a pair of the barmaids are setting a few tables in readiness. The one you haven't had a fling with smiles politely. The pretty blonde you had against the wall in the kitchen storage gives you a grin and a wink.
The fire is embers in the hearth, and by it, stretched out like a cat, is the young red Dragon your party defeated a little while ago. Her name is Rubyscale, you just call her Ruby, to her ire. She sometimes takes the form of a 5'10 red haired elf, a 5'5 human, or a ridiculously curvy gnome, but at present wears the shape of a tall red dragonborn with yellow eyes and huge hips in a set of scale mail bikini armor borrowed from one of your other party members and eyes you with a glowing, reptilian glare as you enter the room. Not wanting to endure one of her tirades on how superior she is, or risk getting fire breathed at you after making a joke about the collar keeping her trapped in humanoid form, you ignore her and cross to one of the window booths where your friend Aaron the Aarakocra sits alone and smug, with no sign of his extremely hot wife, Rena the magic user in sight. He raises his mug.
"Good morning!"
"A bit early for it don't you think Aaron?"
He somehow looks even more smug as he sips his drink.
"Never too early to celebrate an ~amazing~ night." He clucks proudly, "Come, join me."
"Not before I've eaten." you sit across from him and raise a hand to the brunette barmaid. "Breakfast please."
She curtsys, you and Aaron watch her ass as she leaves, large and round enough to see the curve through her skirt. He raises his mug again, you pretend to clink it with an invisible drink.
You shake your head. "Shameful, you're a married man."
Aaron clucks again. "Says the fellow with multiple concubines."
You smirk a bit yourself. "Maybe I will have a drink."
He slaps your arm, waves to the blonde, points at his mug and holds up two fingers.
Aaron joined your party after you helped him find a set of armor light enough to wear in flight. In the few years since then he's rapidly grown in skill, typical for his kind. He fights with a haberdashery, sings when he gets drunk, takes hits badly and is huge for an Aarakocra, at 5'7.
(Cont.)
The room is mostly empty, a pair of the barmaids are setting a few tables in readiness. The one you haven't had a fling with smiles politely. The pretty blonde you had against the wall in the kitchen storage gives you a grin and a wink.
The fire is embers in the hearth, and by it, stretched out like a cat, is the young red Dragon your party defeated a little while ago. Her name is Rubyscale, you just call her Ruby, to her ire. She sometimes takes the form of a 5'10 red haired elf, a 5'5 human, or a ridiculously curvy gnome, but at present wears the shape of a tall red dragonborn with yellow eyes and huge hips in a set of scale mail bikini armor borrowed from one of your other party members and eyes you with a glowing, reptilian glare as you enter the room. Not wanting to endure one of her tirades on how superior she is, or risk getting fire breathed at you after making a joke about the collar keeping her trapped in humanoid form, you ignore her and cross to one of the window booths where your friend Aaron the Aarakocra sits alone and smug, with no sign of his extremely hot wife, Rena the magic user in sight. He raises his mug.
"Good morning!"
"A bit early for it don't you think Aaron?"
He somehow looks even more smug as he sips his drink.
"Never too early to celebrate an ~amazing~ night." He clucks proudly, "Come, join me."
"Not before I've eaten." you sit across from him and raise a hand to the brunette barmaid. "Breakfast please."
She curtsys, you and Aaron watch her ass as she leaves, large and round enough to see the curve through her skirt. He raises his mug again, you pretend to clink it with an invisible drink.
You shake your head. "Shameful, you're a married man."
Aaron clucks again. "Says the fellow with multiple concubines."
You smirk a bit yourself. "Maybe I will have a drink."
He slaps your arm, waves to the blonde, points at his mug and holds up two fingers.
Aaron joined your party after you helped him find a set of armor light enough to wear in flight. In the few years since then he's rapidly grown in skill, typical for his kind. He fights with a haberdashery, sings when he gets drunk, takes hits badly and is huge for an Aarakocra, at 5'7.
(Cont.)
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