LucarioLovesLopunny

If you don't intend to listen, DON'T ask for other people's opinions.

A sober man's thoughts are a drunken man's words.

Day 2 I'm out in a hunt for food in a forest with sparingly spaced trees with a human aide. Though we weren't adequatly rewarded for a half day of hunting. Only three measly squirrels and a medium pouch of assorted berries and the sun would set soon. We would have to make the remaining trip back in the dark. Suddenly I hear a twig snap and I order my follower to stop. I hand over the squirrels and berries to my followers and take a brief moment to focus magic in my horn. With a deep breath I let out a thundering shout, ''Begone!'', in the general direction from the noise. Out from some small shrubbery jumps three startled Kobolds. They scu

Day 1 I sit next the campfire in a makeshift human refugee camp, wrapped in a ragged cloak to keep the cold winds at bay. Suddenly, an Orc enters the camp, roughly 50 feet away and starts screaming loudly, startling a nearby horse. The horse rears in panic and nudges the Orc with one of its front hooves. The Orc swings with his Greataxe in retaliation, cleanly hitting the horse in the neck, causing instant death. But the Orc still keeps kicking and punish the corpse relentlessly. I lift my Crosbow and Quiver as I stand up, causing my cloak to unwrap itself and fall to the ground. I step away from the campfire and load my Crossbow and take