(Can we switch to custom? It would make this much simpler.)
A strang Vulparian steps out of the water, blue fur dripping and heads towards the hut, their necklace of pearls swaying.
(Yeah we can switch!)
Nodding my head respectfully to the Vulparian I call out a greeting.
"Hello, I'm sorry for intruding on your hut. But I was wondering if you could help me?"
The object is stuck deep in the sand and it takes lots of pulling and shoving before it pops out of the sand. You have found a [Vulp Mutator (Wings)]!
I quickly stuff the Mutator into my bag for safe keeping. Then, I call out to Anju and Rowan to follow closely before backtracking and heading in the direction of the hut.
Byteme96
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Posted: 7/30/2020 at 11:57 PM
Post #134
"Hush, child, unless you wish to awaken the Abyss," A soft voice whispers from behind the mask.
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Posted: 7/31/2020 at 12:02 AM
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(Yes, we are in the beach)
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Posted: 7/31/2020 at 12:03 AM
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(Well, there are a bit too many players to keep track of and I'm always forgetting where everyone is at.)
You tend to the bruises on her neck and the scratch on her eye, stroking her dusty green fur soothingly. [Un-Named has been added to your Den!]
Please name your Vulp to continue
Byteme96
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Posted: 7/31/2020 at 12:05 AM
Post #137
(Curse this tired, human brain! Um... Where were we up too?)
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Posted: 7/31/2020 at 12:06 AM
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Argh I should have quoted it, give me a sec
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Posted: 7/31/2020 at 12:07 AM
Post #139
(I recommend changing to custom as this allows more possibilities and makes this encounter much more easier.
A Vulparian is standing in front of the hut, a mask obscuring their face.
