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We gather in memory of Tippy Smallfoot, our friend and constant companion from before the time Pelor led me to this family. Now I heard stories of a little hobbit who tried very hard and consistently failed to stay out of danger. This was not the Tippy I knew. I guess he just got tired of failing and decided to embrace whatever fate the Gods had planned. This is a kind of wisdom, the kind that brings acceptance and an ability to look beyond yourself to the higher good. I admired Tippy greatly. My terrifying visage never scared him, and I could relax and be myself around him. Whatever happy hunting grounds he is in now, I hope it is full of adventure and peril enough to keep a little hobbit interested. We will miss you, my friend.
Anyone else have a word?
From the dead hobbit slot machine:
Small Sized +1 Dagger
Small Sized +2 Short Sword
Ring of Protection +2
Captain’s ring for the magic boat
Platinum ring given to him by Zorander
Boots +1 Dex and Feather Fall
Potion of Cure Light woundsI would say I missed him, but I didn’t. I bit him. Bit him in the kidney and now he’s dead.
Sincerely,
Shadow Mastiff, aka the dead dog over yander
He told the most outlandish tales of battles and killing around the campfires.
He’d tell the tale and explain where and how I got covered in blood and had my clothes ripped up.
He would swear they were true, but I never knew of any of it. He says it’s cause I blanked out and got all ragey, so I just finally quit asking if it was real or made up.He told the most outlandish tales of battles and killing around the campfires.
He’d tell the tale and explain where and how I got covered in blood and had my clothes ripped up.
He would swear they were true, but I never knew of any of it. He says it’s cause I blanked out and got all ragey, so I just finally quit asking if it was real or made up.
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