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I knew someone once He was smart He was wise He knew me inside and out He knew everything When nobody else was there He was there When everyone else rejected me He was there When nobody would understand He understood We didn't need to talk We didn't even need to see one another We were just always with one another When I was angry, he brought me logic When I was contemptuous, he brought me tolerance When I was sad, he brought me hope When I asked a question, he tried to answer It was like nothing could separate us He was always there And no matter how I was He was always there He'd read with me, play with me Talk with m

Non ti Scordar Mai Di Me Bare, pink-furred hands covered the flame of a match as it flared, keeping it burning as it was delicately guided to set alight to two, red candles. As they burned, a soft aroma arose, guiding over the table with such delicacy, on the edge of smell for any human, but clear to the hedgehog as she gently blew out the fire travelling over the match in her hand. Jasmine. Sweet, tender Jasmine. The pink hedgehog put away the matches in a nearby drawer, wiping her uncharacteristically ungloved hands on her dress to dispel the nervous sweat forming, praying that no mark was left. The dress was long, and red, blending well w

Chapter 1: The way to a Goblin's heart... Group Size: 8 Overall Morale: Content Group Composition... 1x Goblin Grunt (Morale: Poor) 1x Halfling Cleric (Morale: High) 4x Halfling Peasant (Morale: High) 1x Halfling Slinger (Morale: High) 1x Halfling Swordsman (Morale: High) 'Over-excited, sissy, pansy, dumb, mocking, cutesy, weak, worthless, disgusting, high-and-mighty brats. That's what they are, that's what all hateful Halflings are.' Internally grumbled Dur as he sat inside a dead, hollow log off the edge of the campsite where the rest of his "group" were all crowding around the cleric in the center of the camp on the bright meadow,