Anabstercorian
First Post
No, no, you have it backwards.
Sollir, YOU give ME Slaves. I give YOU magic items. Got it? Aside from that confusion, your terms are agreeable.
Anabstercorian walks in to the tribal lands south of the Quaggoth Fells to meet the angels and just STARES at them, brimming with rage. If he can, he challenges one to the psychic equivalent of an arm wrestle. Tell me if I win or not, Edena!
Sollir, YOU give ME Slaves. I give YOU magic items. Got it? Aside from that confusion, your terms are agreeable.
Anabstercorian walks in to the tribal lands south of the Quaggoth Fells to meet the angels and just STARES at them, brimming with rage. If he can, he challenges one to the psychic equivalent of an arm wrestle. Tell me if I win or not, Edena!