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misfoksI am an adventurer. Ranger by profession, gnome by birth. My key attributes are stealth and surprise, coupled with an intimate understanding of the wild outdoors. I'm currently in the 15th level of the Dungeons of Doom, where my outdoorsy skills are of dubious use, leaving me to rely on my other skills. I have with me my two young sons, Stanley and Laurel. They're blue dragons.
So much for stealth and surprise.
It all started some time back when as a younger and more naive gnomeling I came across a wand of polymorph; knowing I had some rather formidable adversaries ahead of me I used it on myself and hoped for the best. You already know by now what form I took, which was of course entirely better suited for dusting a few trolls than my more usual form. As I waited for the absent parties to turn up for slaughter a strange maternal instinct took over, and I began to nest. A clutch of three eggs I laid, and once I'd finished my anticipated carnage and reverted to my more petite stature, three eggs I carried in my knapsack, safe and warm amongst the assorted rusty cutlery I seemed to keep collecting. Ere long I felt wrigglings in the sack, three in turn, each followed by a young wyrm falling out to dance around me with cries of "Mommy!" Poor kids never knew their mother in dragonly form. I can't wait to see their therapists' bills. I named them Manny, Moe, and Jack, and I took care of them as best as I could, given the environment.
We killed monsters together, ate the corpses together, sang around the campfire together, and in what seemed to be no time at all they grew to be strapping young fellows. They grow up so quickly. Moe hadn't even outgrown his hatchling teeth before he decided it was time to make a home of his own; he seemed to take a liking to the ninth level of the dungeon and paid no more heed to my pleas to come back to the family gatherings as he set about hording what rocks and debris be could find instead. I suppose I should've seen this coming, he always was so independant; after all, it was Moe who killed and ate the peaceful priest of Venus behind my back while my other two boys stayed obediantly by my side. Oh, I tried to scold him when I found out, but he flashed those gleaming, slit-pupilled baby-yellows at me and I'm afraid my heart just melted. Boys will be boys, I thought with a mental sigh; besides, I did pilfer a few decent potions out of the deal. But now he's been gone for several levels and hasn't even bothered to write. He shouldn't leave his mother to worry about him like this.
Since Moe's departure I renamed Manny and Jack to Laurel and Stanley. Stanley's been eating well and has finally grown to be a handsome young adult, still soft-spoken and gentle as always, while young Stanley remains a rambunctious youth. I tell him to eat more, that he's all skin and bones, but he's always too busy running around with some Uruk-Hai's shield on his head or hiding Mommy's treasure chest.
Must close for now, as Stanley seems to be, ah, haggling with a storekeeper. I'm enclosing a group photo below (that's Stanley on the right).
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(Who needs MMORPGs with this kind of entertainment?)
So much for stealth and surprise.
It all started some time back when as a younger and more naive gnomeling I came across a wand of polymorph; knowing I had some rather formidable adversaries ahead of me I used it on myself and hoped for the best. You already know by now what form I took, which was of course entirely better suited for dusting a few trolls than my more usual form. As I waited for the absent parties to turn up for slaughter a strange maternal instinct took over, and I began to nest. A clutch of three eggs I laid, and once I'd finished my anticipated carnage and reverted to my more petite stature, three eggs I carried in my knapsack, safe and warm amongst the assorted rusty cutlery I seemed to keep collecting. Ere long I felt wrigglings in the sack, three in turn, each followed by a young wyrm falling out to dance around me with cries of "Mommy!" Poor kids never knew their mother in dragonly form. I can't wait to see their therapists' bills. I named them Manny, Moe, and Jack, and I took care of them as best as I could, given the environment.
We killed monsters together, ate the corpses together, sang around the campfire together, and in what seemed to be no time at all they grew to be strapping young fellows. They grow up so quickly. Moe hadn't even outgrown his hatchling teeth before he decided it was time to make a home of his own; he seemed to take a liking to the ninth level of the dungeon and paid no more heed to my pleas to come back to the family gatherings as he set about hording what rocks and debris be could find instead. I suppose I should've seen this coming, he always was so independant; after all, it was Moe who killed and ate the peaceful priest of Venus behind my back while my other two boys stayed obediantly by my side. Oh, I tried to scold him when I found out, but he flashed those gleaming, slit-pupilled baby-yellows at me and I'm afraid my heart just melted. Boys will be boys, I thought with a mental sigh; besides, I did pilfer a few decent potions out of the deal. But now he's been gone for several levels and hasn't even bothered to write. He shouldn't leave his mother to worry about him like this.
Since Moe's departure I renamed Manny and Jack to Laurel and Stanley. Stanley's been eating well and has finally grown to be a handsome young adult, still soft-spoken and gentle as always, while young Stanley remains a rambunctious youth. I tell him to eat more, that he's all skin and bones, but he's always too busy running around with some Uruk-Hai's shield on his head or hiding Mommy's treasure chest.
Must close for now, as Stanley seems to be, ah, haggling with a storekeeper. I'm enclosing a group photo below (that's Stanley on the right).
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|..........|
|...D@.....|
|.....D....|
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(Who needs MMORPGs with this kind of entertainment?)
