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Realized I can link the polls, ha!
Dwarf Stomach Churner
These dwarves look and sound reasonable, and the belly butter they sell is delicious. Too bad the secret ingredient is digestive
enzymes from their fallen enemies. That’s right: their butter will literally make your stomach churn, because they churn their butter in their enemies’ stomachs, hence the name.
If you think that’s gross, you really don’t want to know where they get their milk from…
Roadrage the Orcish Warmage
You think all these mage-types are scrawny little fucks who study in tall, phallic towers that are definitely not overcompensating for something? This little piggy driving ten tons of heavily modified dump truck begs to differ.
I’d say get out of the way but... well, I’m curious to see what you’ll look like as a pancake.
Rat-kin Mimes
Normally, these little fuckers get really loud and really nasty. Instead, these guys are really quiet… and still really nasty.
Be glad if you find them in small groups, because their flashmobs get kinda weird. If you notice you’re outnumbered… well, hope
you like punching street performers. (I mean, who doesn’t?)
Nausha the Bridezilla
Tourists aren’t really allowed in the dungeon apart from specific, well-known circumstances. But Nausha is rich. Filthy fucking rich.
Like 0.0000001%-er rich. Why is she having her wedding in a typically restricted part of the dungeon? Probably the tantalizing combination of a location no one else can afford, a tyrannical need to control every element of the big day, and a little bit of a death wish.
Don’t worry, though, as long as she doesn’t see you, she won’t realize you’ve flouted the dress code and didn’t get her a gift (cheapskate).
Dwarf Stomach Churner
These dwarves look and sound reasonable, and the belly butter they sell is delicious. Too bad the secret ingredient is digestive
enzymes from their fallen enemies. That’s right: their butter will literally make your stomach churn, because they churn their butter in their enemies’ stomachs, hence the name.
If you think that’s gross, you really don’t want to know where they get their milk from…
Roadrage the Orcish Warmage
You think all these mage-types are scrawny little fucks who study in tall, phallic towers that are definitely not overcompensating for something? This little piggy driving ten tons of heavily modified dump truck begs to differ.
I’d say get out of the way but... well, I’m curious to see what you’ll look like as a pancake.
Rat-kin Mimes
Normally, these little fuckers get really loud and really nasty. Instead, these guys are really quiet… and still really nasty.
Be glad if you find them in small groups, because their flashmobs get kinda weird. If you notice you’re outnumbered… well, hope
you like punching street performers. (I mean, who doesn’t?)
Nausha the Bridezilla
Tourists aren’t really allowed in the dungeon apart from specific, well-known circumstances. But Nausha is rich. Filthy fucking rich.
Like 0.0000001%-er rich. Why is she having her wedding in a typically restricted part of the dungeon? Probably the tantalizing combination of a location no one else can afford, a tyrannical need to control every element of the big day, and a little bit of a death wish.
Don’t worry, though, as long as she doesn’t see you, she won’t realize you’ve flouted the dress code and didn’t get her a gift (cheapskate).
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