Ooh yeah, I heard about those other gods. Whether or not anyone is in Ranumgen's favor always seems to be up in the air. And yes, Carricon has a terrible reputation. I've heard rumors that they seem to be watching intently over this place lately, but I've only heard this from self-proclaimed prophets of Carricon.
Robert: *nods, making his mane go up and down.* Ranumgen is a cruel god who cannot be trusted and the less I say about Carricon, the better. But the Lord Woo will watch over us and provide us with the guidance and salvation we require! ^_^
I'm certain the 'Woo can. ^^ As for Ranumgen, I'm not certain it's so much cruelty as it is... randomness. Doesn't seem to be a plan to whatever scheme they have.
Anyway, 'Woo sounds pretty cool. I have to go home now; it's getting a bit close to the round deadline late. But thanks for talking to me! *Smiles and waves.*
Pumpkin Ghostie (by Killix) Nocturne the elvish dragon (by Huntress) Lazuryl (Laz) the Gargoyle (by Killix)
The Zombie Pirate Queen: *watches the toaster zoom away*
Was that a...? *shakes head* Err, never mind.
Greetings, miss! I couldn't help but notice that you possess a...rather unorthodox...knowledge of plants. Would you perhaps be interested in joining my crew as head botanist? Our last one sort of...fell apart. Nobody's fault, mind, these things happen. He'd been walking around, so to speak, with only one limb and half a face for weeks. It was inevitable, really. Probably for the best.
Besides this, would you be able to direct my companion and myself towards the nearest accommodations? We don't really know the area. We'd be very grateful.
I'd be happy to!
My mother taught me about plants, her mother taught her, and Grandmother got her knowledge from a shady gnome selling gardening books out of a van! Only cost us some magic beans and some toes. Grandma gets along just fine without them, and Mama fashioned some extra toes out of tiny potatoes.
Also, you're welcome to stay with me. I have a few extra rooms, and if I flush the bats out and tidy up a little, they'll be perfect!
"That's the worst... or the best... of real life, Anne. It won't let you be miserable. It keeps on trying to make you comfortable... and succeeding... even when you're determined to be unhappy and romantic." - Miss Lavendar, Anne of Green Gables
From: Lizica <firstname.lastname@example.org> To: Sia Colla-Gyst <email@example.com> Subject: Message
Will you kindly tell Miss Avery that if she's so terribly concerned about my mental state, will she please stop trying to use the company card to buy herself a free lunch and snacks in downtown. I am perfectly lucid, but I would greatly appreciate it if all of you would take preventative measures that will simultaneously keep all of us from getting killed and will keep our accounts from being hacked.
Thank you for the meeting minutes. Sorry I wasn't in, I was in the building's back alley testing out the bulletproof vests I ordered to see if they were additionally fireproof. (They aren't. Need to find a better supplier next time.) I'll try to be in my office next time over the next couple hours so you can drop off the receipts. I'm glad some people are making an effort to file things correctly.
While I appreciate your advice about the tinfoil, I know what I'm doing. The higher-ups shouldn't have a problem with it. Nobody got upset when Jonah plastered his entire office in silly eagle motivational posters, so I don't see why my redecorating--which is far more practical--should be an issue. If I can coat the walls and ceiling in enough tinfoil, it should obstruct the WiFi signal so that I only get internet when I voluntarily leave the office, and our accounting records should be safe from prying eyes. It should work.
Quotation of the Moment: "All is not lost. Some of it is intentionally hidden." -Night Vale proverb, Welcome to Night Vale