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| author | Sarah Duck <git@sarahduck.ca> | 2025-10-28 16:44:01 -0700 |
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| committer | Sarah Duck <git@sarahduck.ca> | 2025-10-28 16:44:01 -0700 |
| commit | 3b480128072456cebf686e100a97e277c71e961e (patch) | |
| tree | c8f48fb807cdd42d092849855fcaac1f0dbe767c | |
| parent | b93243a3fc9b904506c5a17494df0da21a78c94f (diff) | |
More of chapter 2 zamiiir
| -rw-r--r-- | .vscode/settings.json | 1 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | Zamir/2FinnTheHalfling.md | 10 |
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diff --git a/.vscode/settings.json b/.vscode/settings.json index 3007602..be7f250 100644 --- a/.vscode/settings.json +++ b/.vscode/settings.json @@ -6,6 +6,7 @@ "Deebee", "Doro", "Dragonborn", + "dwarven", "Jeanny", "Lich", "lockpick", diff --git a/Zamir/2FinnTheHalfling.md b/Zamir/2FinnTheHalfling.md index 0c6c858..d91d5a1 100644 --- a/Zamir/2FinnTheHalfling.md +++ b/Zamir/2FinnTheHalfling.md @@ -16,4 +16,12 @@ Most would detect the fear underneath the facade, but Zamir is built different. - Zamir says some blunt stuff that could probably be misconstrued as a threat. --> -The concert truly was grand, in the moment Zamir had no regrets. But after? Being homeless in a city of foul smelling humanoids was eating at their resolve. Zamir missed their bed, their scale polish, their servants... At least the rodents were numerous, plenty to eat.
\ No newline at end of file +The concert truly was grand, in the moment Zamir had no regrets. But after? Being homeless in a city of foul smelling humanoids was eating at their resolve. Zamir missed their bed, their scale polish, their servants... At least the rodents were numerous, plenty to eat. + +So, what now? This wasn't a sustainable lifestyle. Their ambition couldn't be satiated as a member of the audience; they want to be on stage! But their illusions just barely function, how could they possibly do anything without revealing the monster underneath? Zamir was at an impasse. + +The disguised Yuan-Ti was deep in thought while navigating the alleyways, failing to perceive the dwarven man casually approaching from behind. He bumps into Zamir and deftly slips a hand into their non-existent pocket. All the dwarf feels is smooth scales as the illusion shatters. + +"Pardon me-" He starts to say, but then freezes in place. Zamir wheels around and is met by a rapidly paling terrified gape. Zamir can only stare wide eyed as they try to think of something to do. + +They've been caught, but there's only one witness. Should they kill this man? That's what Mother would suggest. But the thought of doing something like that makes Zamir wince, that's new.
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