Did everyone disappear to get pizza and beer for the finale of Donk's friendfic?
I was writing elfy stuff in an elfy thread. And then i had to get a pile of paper disappear from my desk.
Drinkquisition! (assuredly nsfw)
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Did everyone disappear to get pizza and beer for the finale of Donk's friendfic?
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SALT AND DR. PEPPER 3: A FIZZY CLIMAX
By Donk (aka HB)
I dedicate this to my DQ buddies.
“You are pregnant.”
The words seemed to echo from a distant, far away land. Here he was – the dread wolf, in flesh – telling Roy that she was pregnant, of all things. One of three of her true loves.
Paralysed, she looked up at the bold, potato head elf.
“Roy. Say something. You are worrying me.” Solas told her, his accent gentle and sexy, which she had always loved about him. Even if he was a lying, deceiving arsehole.
She shook her head. “No.. I can't be. You're lying! You're screwing with me.. again.” She pouted, her face flushed.
Solas shook his head. “I'm afraid not. There is no other explanation for that baggage.” He explained, gently kicking the expanding sack on her pubic bone.
“I thought you were a wise man, Solas!” Roy said, her anger and frustration building up steadily, her voice shaky and suggesting danger, “It is literally impossible for me to be pregnant!”
“Why?” He questioned, rather bluntly.
“Because,” Roy explained, in a rapid, angry tone, “One: the man I've been sleeping with doesn't even have a penis. Duh! And two: that 'baggage' is in the wrong place.”
Solas rubbed his chin, deep in thought. “I will admit, this is a rather strange pregnancy. You are no mage, but I can't imagine any mage experiencing such a miracle.”
Roy rolled her eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you!? I'M. NOT. PREGNANT.” Suddenly, she shot up, standing face to face with Solas.
She could feel herself on the brink of madness and destruction. Part of her wanted to strangle the man-elf-god; another part wanted to kiss his face off until there was nothing left of that potato head.
“I'm afraid you are,” he responded, quietly. “I have sensed it in your spirit. Trust me Roy, if what you say is true, that the man you have been sleeping with doesn't have a penis; this is truly a miracle, perhaps a work of magic? You should consult a mage immediately.”
“Why did you leave me, you selfish ******!?” Roy burst out. “Do you know what I did for you!? I gave myself a fake vallaslin just so you could take it off for me!! No self-respecting woman would ever do that!!”
Suddenly, she started to cry hysterically, and ended up in the dread wolf's arms.
“It will be okay. I will stick around to support you, if you would like?” Solas whispered in her ear, patting her back in a comforting manner.
“I would love that.” She whispered, through sobs.
“Take a few moments to breathe. In the meantime, you should go see a mage about this.”
“You're a mage, why can't you help me?” She questioned, suddenly jumping on the defensive.
Solas sighed. “I am not qualified with feminine issues, love. I recommend that you go see Morrigan or Vivienne.”
**
Eight months, and three weeks later
The bar had become increasingly busy over time. The place had taken a resemblance to a nightclub in the Mass Effect universe.
Donk even had her own couch, now. She sat back, relaxed, smoking an elfroot spliff while a group of naked Asari danced erotically on her lap and around her. One kept rubbing her boobs in her face.
Sitting beside Donk, was her buddy Beren, formerly a volus with a child support issue, now turned human templar. “Have you noticed lately,” He said to his buddy, as an Asari rubbed a nipple in Donk's face, across her mouth, “That the Will has been acting awfully strange?”
Donk closed her eyes, not responding until the nipple left her face. “Yeah, I have noticed she's been pretty pissed off lately,” she gossiped. “She hasn't been drinking Dr. Pepper for one; but what gets me is how she keeps going down into the cellar with Traggy.”
Beren snorted. “Oh Donk.. you don't think...?” He said, trailing off, not daring to say the words out loud.
Donk shrugged. “What am I supposed to think? You know I have a one track mind.”
Luckily, Roy was unable to hear this piece of gossip as she stormed into the bar, giving off the vibe she was on a war path.
Cabot made his way over to her. “Greetings, Will. I have a question, if I may?”
Roy sighed, barely paying attention to him. “What is it?” Her eyes scanned the bar, hoping for a sign of her new friend, Traggy.
“It's been almost a year since you have had a Dr. Pepper,” Cabot said, rather nervously, and polite as possible. “A few of the regulars have been drinking it, but I'm simply not making enough money off it any more. Do I have your blessing to stop selling it?”
Roy glared at him for a few seconds before responding with a swift kick in the nuts.
Cabot screamed like a little girl, which made Beren, who was sitting on Donk's couch on the other side of the room, nearly crap his pants.
“Oh jeez,” Donk said, her attention now on Roy and the screaming mess that was Cabot on the floor,“that guy sounds worse than nails down a chalk board.”
Roy's anger quickly disappeared when Traggy strolled into the bar.
“Finally!” She said, rushing over to her, slightly self-conscious about her pregnant sack bouncing around under the large coat that concealed it.
“Hey girl,” Traggy said, hugging her friend in greeting, “Let's get some drinks and go play ME3 multiplayer! Sound like a plan?”
“You betcha.” Roy responded, smiling.
Traggy's eyes fell on Cabot, who was still holding onto his nuts with dear life, sobbing on the floor. “Umm.. how are we supposed to get drinks around here?”
Roy shrugged. “Who cares. Let's just help ourselves.” They quickly went behind the bar, stole a few bottles of different spirits, then fucked off into the cellar together, where they would play ME3 multiplayer for the rest of the evening.
Donk watched them disappear. "You know, I'm half tempted to go listen at the door."
“I won't lie, Donk.” Beren said, “I am too. Especially if Roy makes a disgusted noise! Don't you dare tell them that.”
Donk laughed. “Your indiscretions are safe with me, buddy.”
Now Beren laughed. “Are you shitting me? You couldn't keep my err.. children, a secret.”
Donk shrugged. “That's different.”
Suddenly, Beren's eyes widened with fear. “Hey Donk.. what the **** is that?” He pointed to something strange, waddling into the bar.
Donk took a drag of her elfroot spliff, then turned her attention to what Beren was pointing at.
It appeared a raw chicken had just arrived; sporting Miley Cyrus's head. Everybody stopped to stare. Some people dropped their glasses; others screamed.
Maryden stopped lip syncing for a moment, giving away what everybody already knew; that she was a bullshit artist and was lip syncing to a repetitive playlist of music that was sung by somebody else.
“What y'all staring at, huh!?” MileyChicken yelled.
She waddled up to the bar and jumped on a stool, next to a patron named Twilight. Twilight stared at her, speechless for a moments. “Yo, you gonna buy me a drink or what?” MileyChicken demanded.
“Uh – um – sure.” Twilight stuttered, turning to Cabot, who had somewhat recovered by now and was back behind the bar.
“Well? Ask me what I like.” MileyChicken snarled.
“W-what would you... like?” Twilight said, her face in a trance.
MileyChicken grinned. “A screamin' orgasm on the beach, darlin'!”
Twilight turned to Cabot. “Uh.. you heard her. What she said.”
Cabot kept glancing back and forth to MileyChicken and Twilight. “One screaming orgasm on the beach, coming up!”, then, in a quieter voice, “I'll never have one of those again, not after what Roy's done.”
“Huh?” Twilight asked, confused.
He shook his head. “Nevermind.”
The atmosphere of the bar returned to normal. MileyChicken sipped her drink, and kept staring at Twilight like a creep, which was freaking her out.
“So, you come here often?” She asked, winking sleazily.
“Yeah. Kinda.” Twilight said, turning away in disgust. She contemplated on bailing, getting the hell out of there, but MileyChicken scared the daylights out of her. What if she followed her?
“There's somethin' special about you, girl,” MileyChicken said, still in a sleazy tone, “Ever since I got morphed into a chicken, errybody's been treatin' me like dirt, ya know? You been treatin' me right, and I like that. I don't care that you're a woman. I'm feelin' you. You feel me?”
Twilight was speechless again. She desperately wanted to disappear into a hole somewhere very far away, never to return. “Err.. I'm flattered.”
MileyChicken leaned in close, so close Twilight could smell her breath; like old KFC. She was almost afraid she was going to kiss her. “I wanna show ya my appreciation. I know it's kinda weird; we just met, but I'll show ya what I'm made of girrrrrrl.”
Suddenly, she got off her stool and waddled over to where Maryden was lip syncing. “What garbage music is this? Ya know, before I got turned into a chicken, I made music and had tonnes of fans. Let me demonstrate.”
Stealing the show, she pushed Maryden aside, and started to sing 'Can't be tamed', which sounded like absolute crap due to the default music playing in the background.. and well, because Miley Cyrus in general sounds like crap regardless.
Nearby, the patrons cringed and stuffed fingers into their ears. Some people left the building.
Donk was just about peeing herself with laughter on her couch, burying her face in large Asari breasts to muffle the sound.
Twilight buried her face in her hands. She considered committing suicide.
MileyChicken didn't stop there; desperate for acceptance and attention, she jumped on a vacant pole and began to pole dance as she sang her song, desperately trying to look sexy and make eye contact with Twilight. She beckoned to her seductively with a stumpy chicken leg.
Still, she wasn't getting the reaction she wanted, so she turned to her last resort; the very thing that sold records. She turned around and began to “twerk” her large, saggy butt hole jiggling about.
This moment would be stained on Twilight's memory forever. “Cabot..” She whimpered.
Cabot's eyes were transfixed on MileyChicken's dangly butt, shaking. “Yeah?”
“You wouldn't happen to have some mind bleach there, would you?”
**
Meanwhile, Roy and Traggy were curled up in rugs on a comfy mattress, sitting in front of laptops, battling it out on ME3, with bottles of alcohol beside them.
Roy had nearly finished a bottle, and kept dying in the game. Her vision was blurry. “Aw ****.. I can't see. I think I'm gonna take a break.”
“Fine. I win!” Traggy bragged, sipping her own bottle, which was still half full.
Roy shut her laptop down and laid back on the mattress, gulping back the remnants of the bottle.
Traggy shut her's down as well, and laid down with Roy, looking into her eyes. “Are you okay, Roy?”
Roy shook her head. “No. The baby is due in a week and I still don't know what to do. Morrigan gave me three options, and none of them seem right to me.”
Traggy sighed, and nuzzled into Roy's neck. “It's okay. I will be here.”
“And I appreciate that, I really do. But I need the father.” Roy scowled.
“He's an *******, Roy. Don't worry about him.. what decent man would bail on his pregnant girlfriend like that?”
“He doesn't even classify as a man,” Roy complained, “He doesn't even have a penis! And of all people.. I just had to be knocked up by him. I always thought if I were gonna be pregnant, it would be to Alistair. We got it on so much I could barely walk.”
“Did you ever do it with Solas?” Traggy giggled.
“Only in the fade.” Roy replied. “I mean, it was sweet and all.. but we never got physical, you know?”
Traggy and Roy looked into each others eyes for a moment. Innocently, Traggy cupped Roy's face. She leaned in close, and before she knew it, their lips were locked. Roy was too drunk to respond, but eventually pushed her away and sat up. “Ugh.. think I'm gonna throw up!”
“I'm sorry,” Traggy shrugged. “I dunno what I was thinking. It didn't mean anything. I think Donk's gotten into my head.”
Roy dry reached for a few moments, before composing herself. “The **** has Donk got to do with anything?”
Traggy shrugged. “She kept making comments about us hanging out down here together.”
Roy rolled her eyes. “Figured. You know I'm straight, right?”
Traggy nodded. “As am I. I'm just drunk, it didn't mean anything.”
Roy sighed. “Okay. Let's just forget it happened.”
“Agreed. So what did Morrigan tell you, anyway?”
Roy took a deep breath. “She explained to me that I am indeed pregnant, but seeing as Dr. Pepper man's seed is purely liquid, the baby doesn't have a solid body form, so when it comes out it will just fizz out, dry on whatever surface it lands on and will die.”
“So...” Traggy said, choosing her words carefully. “It will be like.. urinating Dr. Pepper?”
Roy nodded. “Yeah. But she came up with a way to fix that.”
“Oh?”
“She suggested.. that we get one of Beren's abominations, perform a blood magic ritual, so we can synthesize my baby with one of those.”
“Oh god no,” Traggy said, shaking her head. “You can't.. those poor kids.. surely you wouldn't...”
“It's the only way the baby will survive.” Roy said, “Or else I wait a week and have the baby, only for it to die.. or get an abortion now.”
“If the baby is just liquid, how will an abortion work?”
“It's quite simple; they stick a tube up there and pump it out.”
“Well.. I guess it's not as messy as say.. traditional methods.” Traggy stated, taking another sip from her bottle.
Suddenly, Roy pinched it from her hand and took a large swig. “What would you do, Traggy, if you were in my position?”
Traggy sighed. “I can't imagine what you're going through right now, Roy. But honestly? I know it's messed up but... I would go with the synthesis.”
Roy nodded slowly. “I guess it's the right thing to do, huh? As right as can be.”
**
One week later
Her body felt like it was on fire. She blacked out, only to find herself in the cellar. There were three figures surrounding her, or wait... maybe four?
She heard voices.
“Why are you here? Where's the father?” Morrigan hissed.
“Is that a serious question?” Solas responded.
The sound of his voice made Roy's heart flutter, but the pain was immense. She couldn't bring herself to utter a word.
“This is rather irrelevant, my dears.” Vivienne said from somewhere far away.
Wait.. Viv? What the hell was she doing here? She didn't know anything about this, but Roy was in too much pain to say or do anything about it.
“You're rather irrelevant,” Morrigan told her. “You can't be here, so get out.”
Vivienne snorted. “A low class apostate is telling me that I'm irrelevant? How shall I ever endure this?”
“It's simple, Vivienne,” Morrigan explained. “Only a female mage and the child-bearer's soulmate can be here for this birth. It's part of the ritual.”
“What are you on about, fool?” Vivienne snarled. “I am a woman, am I not?”
“That may be so,” Morrigan argued, “But you're bald. Frankly, you look like a man. You're not the only one, either; Cassandra and Josephine are the same. I am the only female in the Drinkquisition that actually looks female.”
Vivienne laughed. “Rubbish. I shall take my leave. I don't wish to be bothered for this pettiness. Do have fun, won't you?”
Roy heard footsteps. Then silence.
“You get out too!” Morrigan snarled at Solas. “And while you're at it, find me the father! And one of Beren's kids! This is important.”
Solas sighed. “We don't know where the father is, Morrigan. Besides, the ritual will only work if I'm here; I am Roy's soulmate.”
“Does she believe that?”
Solas smiled, smugly. “She does.”
“Fine. But if this fails, it's on your head, elf.”
“I will gather the child for you, Morrigan. Then we shall proceed.”
Roy blacked out.
**
She woke up on a blood covered mattress. Laying next to her, was Beren's “yellow thing” child, which was asleep.
She felt like crap, and was suddenly craving a Dr. Pepper. Sound asleep in a chair next to the mattress, was Solas. An open book atop his lap.
“Solas?” She muttered, feeling groggy. She looked at the yellow thing, and that's when it hit her; this was to be her new child!
Her feelings were mixed; complicated. Beren's abominations had always repulsed her and scared her, but a maternal instinct was fighting inside of her heart; she wanted to hold her new baby, but wanted somebody to see, somebody to support her. That somebody would be Solas.
“Solas?” She whimpered, her voice cracking.
Solas's eyes opened. “Roy!” He turned to the yellow thing, and a cheesy smile erupted on his face.
He got off his chair and sat down next to Roy on the mattress, and looked at the baby. “Do you want to hold him?”
Roy suddenly burst into tears, and nodded.
Solas carefully picked the yellow thing up, and put it in Roy's arms. She rocked the baby and sang sweet lullabies.
The potato head elf stared at his love and her new child with such love and affection in his eyes.
“Roy?” He said, as she rocked her baby and sweet talked him.
“Yeah?”
“Let's raise the child together. Run away with me, we will settle down and be together forever.”
Roy stopped rocking her baby for a moment, stunned. “For real?”
Solas nodded. “For real.”
“You won't mysteriously vanish, without saying goodbye?”
“No.” Solas said, looking into her eyes with sincerity. “I'm in it for the long haul!”
“Oh Solas!” She said, leaning over to him so he could hold her and the baby at the same time.
And as the story goes, they lived happily ever after..
THE END
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I was writing elfy stuff in an elfy thread. And then i had to get a pile of paper disappear from my desk.
Yay, elfy stuff! Booooo paper.
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 12:26
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Yay, elfy stuff! Booooo paper.
I knew you would say that. 
Meh.. you're the one missing out. 
Anyway. Ladies.. step right up! I am signing autographs 
Or if you're built like a male elf.. that works too.
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 12:26
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Yay, elfy stuff! Booooo paper.
Yup. Paperless office my butt.
and i fixed the cat gif 
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 12:31
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I knew you would say that.
Meh.. you're the one missing out.
Anyway. Ladies.. step right up! I am signing autographs
*snip*
Or if you're built like a male elf.. that works too.
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL It was really too good an opportunity to pass up! I'm making popcorn and getting a Dr Pepper before I start reading it. I will be honest, I am terrified.
Yup. Paperless office my butt.
and i fixed the cat gif
Shame you can't make paper airplanes out of it or some other awesome origami.
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 12:37
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LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL It was really too good an opportunity to pass up! I'm making popcorn and getting a Dr Pepper before I start reading it. I will be honest, I am terrified.
Shame you can't make paper airplanes out of it or some other awesome origami.
Don't worry. There is no sex scene in this one
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 12:38
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Oh, Maker... I'm still crying of laughter
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 12:38
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Shame you can't make paper airplanes out of it or some other awesome origami.
Mmmmmyeeeees......a shame. I'm sure it has never happened
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 12:39
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****. Gotta edit it. I fucked up.
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 12:40
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Oh, Maker... I'm still crying of laughter
Is that Miley Cyrus? 
How.. fitting.
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 12:43
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Is that Miley Cyrus?
I chose it because it was the closest to my reaction but now that you say it...
ETA: And just for the record- Never choose Synthesis 
ETA2: Woo the Desire Demon is back!
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 12:44
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Well... I feel awkward in this place now...
*walks up to the bar, orders 2000 bottles of various alcohols and quickly gets the f*ck out*
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 12:46
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I chose it because it was the closest to my reaction but now that you say it...
And just for the record- Never choose Synthesis
I actually considered writing three different endings, in spoilers, and let the reader choose. But then I thought maybe that wasn't a good idea.. that attracts complaints and self-entitlement
Well... I feel awkward in this place now...
*walks up to the bar, orders 2000 bottles of various alcohols and quickly gets the f*ck out*
PUSSSY
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 01:05
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Well... I feel awkward in this place now...
*walks up to the bar, orders 2000 bottles of various alcohols and quickly gets the f*ck out*
You and me both, bro.
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 01:12
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So... anyone have any exciting plans for the weekend, or some other topic that's different from the current one?
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 01:13
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SALT AND DR. PEPPER 3: A FIZZY CLIMAX
By Donk (aka HB)
I dedicate this to my DQ buddies.
*snip tl;dr*
Glad I had popcorn and a drink.
ROFLMAO!!! "We got it on so much I could barely walk." Totally died.
"“That may be so,” Morrigan argued, “But you're bald. Frankly, you look like a man. You're not the only one, either; Cassandra and Josephine are the same. I am the only female in the Drinkquisition that actually looks female.”"
Died all over again.
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 01:15
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So... anyone have any exciting plans for the weekend, or some other topic that's different from the current one?
Independence Day weekend so definitely planning something fun. Tentative plan is to go to Nashville.
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 01:24
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SALT AND DR. PEPPER 3: A FIZZY CLIMAX
By Donk (aka HB)
I dedicate this to my DQ buddies.
“You are pregnant.”
snipped
THE END
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 01:50
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Anyone seen StormQueen? I need to thank her for the continuous round of thunderstorms in my area last night. Basically nonstop rain and thunder the entire time I was at work. *drink to thunder*
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 02:00
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Yeah, she hasn't been around for a day and a half now. I haven't even seen her in Origin. I guess she's gone back to SWTOR 
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 02:30
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So I read something that implied that the elven sword Evanura, the weapon you had exactly one 5-second window per playthrough to get after a very specific set actions, was patched and now acquirable at any time from its resting place after getting a single codex entry. I didn't dare to hope, but I just tried it....And now my Emerald Crusader wields the legendary sword of both the first and last Emerald Knight along with the Elven shield from black emporium. She's now officially the elfiest elf in elfdom and I'm like
A round on me!
A round on me!
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 02:41
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Thanks mate!
That's awesome, we want pics!
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Posté 30 juin 2015 - 02:42
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So, are we officially establishing an alliance with the Church of Andramada, or what?
...what kind of leadership model do we have, exactly, anyways?
Anyone in here sober or sane enough to answer any of that?
Anyone seen StormQueen?
Maybe she's recovering a little off-screen? She was pretty sick the last days.
