Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20171215133244/@comment-7262318-20171222174902

(I hate this fucking store.)

“No, no, these statues were here long before him. He just... like them...” Boot-Head said.

As they approached the door, it slowly creaked open by itself. The sudden sound of rusted iron scraping together scared the skeletons that were guarding it.

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“We’ll be setting up defenses and keep any wandering skeletons away. If the horde comes, we’ll be ready,” The Orc explained.

As they drew closer to the farm, they could see a Dark Elf in the patch of dirt in front of the house, arms crossed and looking impatient. “Well, it’s about damn time he sent you. I was starting to think you all didn’t want to eat for the next few weeks.”