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    Anyone here into DnD? You can find me in the DnD discord. I'm ZMowlcher. We should have a campaign.

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    Hey guys long time no see.

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    I don't even know where to start. It's been ages since I've done this.

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    Wow I had no idea you and Sparhawk were related. It's nice to hear from you again. I'm sad that Cam, Pen, and Dusk aren't here. Maybe Jared will post here.

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    Hey guys. If you remember be, I was very active here a few years back. I was wondering what everyone has been doing. Who's still here and who left and such. I'm 22 now, nearing 23. I've been working with mentally disabled adults for a bit and got into DnD.

    What's happening with you guys?

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    I'm on ps4. We can still add each other.

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    It's ZombieMowlcher. I'd love to play with you guys.

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    Name: Cuhlihan
    Species: Sea Rat
    Nicknames: Cuhl the cruel/vile/ruinous/etc…
    Occupation: ruffneck, guard, and occasional pirate.
    Age: 30
    Gender: Male.
    Description: Cuhlihan is six feet of bad news. He's got snaggled teeth, a crooked nose, and black eyes. There's a dozen or so scars all over his body from countless fights. He's missing a left pinky.
    Personality: Cuhlihan is a quiet fellow. He keeps to himself rarely engaging in conversation, unless hares are brought up. Cuhl has a deep seething hatred of the floppy eared creatures and will go on in great detail why he hates them.
    Backstory: Cuhlihan was raised in a coastal vermin colony. He always stayed in the background to not draw attention or come off as a challenger. He never minded being in everyone's afterthought. It wasn't an exciting life but he was happy. He had his small group of friends, they gathered food from shoals and the forest. He was content on living his life like this.
    One day a scouting party of hares and his small group bumped into each other. His friends were slaughtered and he barely escaped. When he got back to camp is was a smouldering ruin. The hares chased off his people and he was left to fend for himself.
    Possessions: A simple green tunic and brown pants. He's got a short sword and his trusty fishing trident.
    Strengths: Fairly stout, good balance, and loyal.
    Weaknesses: Short temper, poor communication skills, pessimistic.

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    Sorry the long absence. Life kinda does that, ya know. It's been really hard to write anything. That creativity spark really hasn't lit up in me. Maybe I'll be able to get it back, hopefully. If anyone has some tips on how to get over this block, I'm all ears.

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    Bola watched as the tide of shrews receded into the forest. As quickly the attack happened. It was over. Bola hadn't noticed all of the wounds he received during the melee. It's as if the little monsters' rapiers could find all of the chinks in his armor. Luckily nothing major, but they do require attention. The wolverine cussed under his breath on his way back to the caravan. The pain was starting to catch up.

    Finally reaching the closest wagon, he began tearing off his armor and laying them inside. His clothing was caked in his own blood. He moaned as he sat against it.

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    Go ahead and post guys. I'll think of something on my next turn, unless I am directly interacted with.

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    Since I never specified, it just appears I was in the middle of combat and I haven't magically teleported to the rear.

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    I guess the slip up worked in my favor. Neat.

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    Were you at the front or back?

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    Reading rodo's reply, I realized I forgot to specify I was saving Teai… How embarrassing.

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    I'd say from his view point, it appears they're retreating when they are actually converging on bigger threats.

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    So who replies next? We've all gone.

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    This rp is going great guys.

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    In one fell swoop, Bola swatted the shrew into the ravine with his hammer. The wolverine began to show why you want to avoid being surprised by his kind. He began laying waste to the tiny beasts. They were crushed by both his hammer and his massive frame. Some times he'd even throw the ones trying to rush past him at the shrews in front of him. "You are nothing!!! You are all nothing!!!" Bola roared at the attackers.

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