NOW LIVE! Today's the day you meet your new best friend. You don’t have to leave Wolfy behind... In 'Pets & Sidekicks' your companions level up with you!

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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Seravin" data-source="post: 853116" data-attributes="member: 6783">Apologies, but this isn't going to be a long post.  I've started up at a new site with brand new responsibilites.  Plus life itself is acting up and getting all interesting on me.   Here's what I started to put together this week however.  Hopefully I'll have more by Saturday.Those who waitColors were everywhere.  Over there was the thick, viscous, crimson streaming down the pile of putrid yellow sounds.  Atonal symphonies clashed purple across acidic ice.  Steaming guts flowed across grass green roots climbing up from the cracked, umber stones.<click>.  Klipklik blinked and brassy eyelids closed over sapphire eyes.  The human was insane.  Organic visions filled Master Laaris’ mind, drowning out Klipklik’s wise words.  Klipklik considered but was unable to come to a solution.  It had been three days and Laaris had not eaten nor drank.  He was on the brink of death and only the spores had kept him alive this long.  Klipklik was in the bedroom, two doors away but the handles on the doors, not to mention the weight, would be a problem.  <tik><tik><tik>. Precision made gears clicked and turned, and mechanical wings stretched out and fluttered with a sound not unlike tiny brass cymbals.  It felt good but it didn’t help.  For the tenth time Klipklik thought about contacting Laaris.  For the first time he did not.  There was no help there.  A high, ululating fluting sound filled the spacious bedroom.  A druid might have recognized it for a good representation of the mating call of a hawk owl. A well-versed bard might have recognized it as the opening movement to a little known elvish ballad.    Master Laaris would have recognized it immediately as the frustrated sigh from a twelve-inch long, brass construct shaped to look like a dragon, and animated by an elemental spirit.  Klipklik had been closed in the bedroom in case the hakeashar had somehow gotten free.  In retrospect that hadn’t been the best idea.</blockquote>

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