Better the magic things go with the magical one. Speaking of magic. "Ah,
there's the rub. My race is expressly forbidden from the practice."
Ah, cheese attack! Well, Ted wouldn't resist, speaking with a full mouth.
"Ef es pree gud; crrfll dough." He swallowed. Ted laughed at Koishi's
pointed annoyance at the obstacle course sections, especially coming from
one who rarely had much bad to say about anything.
Their reward for climbing that oh-so dastardly gauntlet was a garland of
flowers. "Ha! I didn't figure him for the type." Feeling impish, he whirled
it around on a finger before trying to land it on Koishi like a horseshoe.
It didn't have any effects, it was just an unusually girly accessory in an
increasingly strange laboratory.
Going west, the next room was a reverse L-shape, with a straight past to
the west and several above to their right. But worse than too many ways to
go was a brown, fuzzy, writhing thing slowly drifting through the air. The
Larva: a rust-colored, sectioned insects at least two Teds' length in size.
It wasn't especially aggressive, lazily drifting through the air. All the
same, Ted didn't wanna touch its spiky carapace, or its pincers on the end.
"It's fairly slow; perhaps we might avoid it?" Killing monsters was all
well and good, but no reason to fight if it was that lazy.
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Better the magic things go with the magical one. Speaking of magic. "Ah, there's the rub. My race is expressly forbidden from the practice."
Ah, cheese attack! Well, Ted wouldn't resist, speaking with a full mouth. "Ef es pree gud; crrfll dough." He swallowed. Ted laughed at Koishi's pointed annoyance at the obstacle course sections, especially coming from one who rarely had much bad to say about anything.
Their reward for climbing that oh-so dastardly gauntlet was a garland of flowers. "Ha! I didn't figure him for the type." Feeling impish, he whirled it around on a finger before trying to land it on Koishi like a horseshoe. It didn't have any effects, it was just an unusually girly accessory in an increasingly strange laboratory.
Going west, the next room was a reverse L-shape, with a straight past to the west and several above to their right. But worse than too many ways to go was a brown, fuzzy, writhing thing slowly drifting through the air. The Larva: a rust-colored, sectioned insects at least two Teds' length in size. It wasn't especially aggressive, lazily drifting through the air. All the same, Ted didn't wanna touch its spiky carapace, or its pincers on the end.
"It's fairly slow; perhaps we might avoid it?" Killing monsters was all well and good, but no reason to fight if it was that lazy.