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First thread to 1000 posts unlocks HYBRID MODE. |
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Ok it passed 100 but here's the marlowe version of STRONGKEEP Taz'Nalan, a young female dwarf, oddly much darker than most of the rest of her clan, encounters her crying, dwarf friend. The friend is the runt of the litter, think more a sickly Mini-Me dwarf than a stout and constitution forward Seinfeld Mickey. The mini me says that xir/they are gender fluid. Today maybe a man, tomorrow a lady. Mini me was laughed at and told to sharpen some axes, the orcs are on the horizon. Taz can take no more, and quickly dispatches the burly armored white dwarves fortifying the entrance. It's time to leave this oppressive mountain. |
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There's a bit of a time jump, but Taz looks back at the mountain from a distance. Due to her escape. The orcs have breached the entrance of STRONGKEEP. Her mountain is aglow from fires on the inside. She smiles. She smiles, but she needs food and rest. She wanders for miles. She encounters an inn, human folk. They look her up and down dubiously. They don't LIKE dwarfkind much around these parts, but they still take pity on her and give her a job at the inn, to pay her keep. Taz works for under an hour but breaks as she is asked to bus a table full of white elves. She tells the staff there are better options, and unionizes the employees, protesting the fundamental racism and working conditions of the tavern. A brawl breaks lose, and through her sheer feminine physical prowess shows all these white humans and elves who is best at physical combat, and who has the best ideas. Taz walks away smirking with the inn on fire, a job well done. |
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This show had an average of 1,877 viewers and was renewed for a second season on amazon. |
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Oh i forgot Taz has a nose ring and half her head shaved, the other side swept medium to the side. |
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fucking elves amirite |
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bro hybrid mode is around the corner and all y'all talk about is soy elves |
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In a flurry of backflips, Taz drops to the ground and dispatches the final gnoll, reaching behind stabbing it directly in the heart while she looked ahead. The Beekeeper picked himself off the ground. “Thank you Dwarf! I thought I was done fer!” “They we’re attracted to your honey, beekeper,” Taz says. “Yes’m they were, I ‘ave 2 hounds but them kobalds killed em both” Taz surveys the beekeeping operation. “Fine plot of land you have here,” she says. “Did you know that it used to belong to indigenous Fleetfoot Halfling clan?” The Beekeeper surveys the land. “Well… yes,m. But there’s been nary a halfling in these parts for going on 200 ye-” Taz is on him in a flash, knife to his neck “How is a colonizing farmer any better than these gnolls? I saw a starving child in the nearby village. Where is HER honey farm?” The beekeeper kept prudently silent. That evening, as the townsfolk arrived to take over the farm, there was only a note left by the keeper: “I is sorry for what I done.” As Taz was leaving for the next leg of her journey, she noted that the townsfolk had not closed the bee enclosures and every last insect had escaped. |
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You can tell it's not AI since I used the verb survey twice in a short amount of time, complete fucking amateur work just put me out of my misery. is my music this bad? maybe hybrid mode will add an edit button |
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