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Ballnard was heading for the town of Axefell, to get a new set of tassels for his drum. He was disguised as a lowly flounce-herder called Flossie because, well, the Duke of Axefell didn't seem to appreciate being laughed at and there were unflattering posters around the town offering good money for Ballnard's head. As he walked along, he amused himself by using the Mould Earth cantrip to shape nearby hillocks into grotesque caricatures of the Duke's head.
Passing between two high hedges, his way was unexpectedly blocked by a herd of flounce*. The leader of the herd, a big brute of a creature, spoke in a strange language. "No pasaran!" it said. Ballnard didn't understand the words, but the meaning was abundantly clear.
Just then, Sashi ...
* The plural of "flounce" is "flounce", not "flounces". Think sheep.
Passing between two high hedges, his way was unexpectedly blocked by a herd of flounce*. The leader of the herd, a big brute of a creature, spoke in a strange language. "No pasaran!" it said. Ballnard didn't understand the words, but the meaning was abundantly clear.
Just then, Sashi ...
* The plural of "flounce" is "flounce", not "flounces". Think sheep.
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