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Wonderslug
Apr 3, 2011

You don't say.
Fallen Rib

Ragnar Homsar posted:



Sweet and Sour Moa is made with 4 Stiff Leg Meats (Giant Moa) and 2 Leeks (Auburn Thicket Take), and blocks one ailment for every party member once 3 turns have passed. One of the most situational foods I can think of.


I can see how "3T" might be read that way, but that's not what it does. You start every fight with essentially a full-party Prevent Order that lasts for three turns.

Which is particularly handy for at least one third stratum fight.

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Wonderslug
Apr 3, 2011

You don't say.
Fallen Rib
IIRC they are pretending to be film noir characters having a vaguely portentous conversation about a mysterious but tragic past.

(also "Playing at being hard boiled" seems more likely)

Wonderslug
Apr 3, 2011

You don't say.
Fallen Rib
Right, let's do this.

Name: Morris
Class: Necromancer
Skin: Top row 2
Hair: Bottom row 5
Eyes: Top row 4
Voice: Excitable

Morris's business cards used to say "troubadour," but his gigs--mostly kid's birthday parties and senior centers--always seemed to end the same way: with the unwelcome appearance of a troupe of ghastly spectral backup dancers, followed shortly by his speedy exit from the venue trailed by projectile party favors or tubes of denture adhesive, or in extreme cases actual torches and pitchforks. Attempts to spin this as part of the act were met with, at best, stony silence, and all efforts to prevent it from happening at all were futile.

It was not until he was fleeing a tavern near Armoroad that he encountered a wandering zodiac who took an interest in his problem. After weeks of poking, prodding, measuring, and divination she informed him that, by pure happenstance, nearly every facet of his being, from the hour of his birth to the proportions of his body to his mean resting heart rate to the mineral composition of his hair, was cosmologically (and funkadelically) attuned to the primal rhythms of life and death. The merest hint of a waggle of a groove thang was sufficient to set up sympathetic vibrations in the ether powerful enough to yank the slumbering dead back into this world, filled with a fearsome need to shake their moneymakers.

Faced with this explanation of his repeated failures, Morris reluctantly shelved his dreams of bringing joy to children and retirees and restyled himself as...the necrodancer.

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