We all live in a yellow flying boat, a yellow flying boad, a yellow flying boat.

[Beck]

Well, here I am, on my quest to deal with arcane magic persecution. How can one ever understand a universe where five peasants can get together and pray to a cat, then the cat develops divine powers, be the same universe where if you can light a candle with a word, everyone believes you also eat kittens, so they want you dead. I am thankful for the group of fellows I’ve fallen in with, I’m confident that they will help keep me alive long enough to acquire enough skill to make the jackholes that want to kill me, dead.
I do find it a little strange that in a universe with so much magic everywhere there isn’t much physical magic. I mean sure we found a magic flying yellow boat. Its very cool to fly over incredibly accurate siege welding orcs, but do you have to wear glasses to find a wand or magic stick? Perhaps all the devil magic items were destroyed by cat lovers, “Mum, Dad don’t touch it, it’s evil”. Who knows what the Savage/Shaddy Giant Lands has in store. Perhaps we will find where all the stolen magic items are being fenced, I got a few hundred gold burning a hole in my pouch. Oh well being a winey bitch isn’t going to get me anywhere, buck up Nancy. “Hey Tippy, we got any of that flying chicken left? I’m feeling a sandwich coming on”.

[Tippy Smallfoot (Greg)]

Oh hells yeah, flying chicken sandwich coming up. Deep fried with cheese and some buffalo sauce!

[The Doogin]

The doogin gifts you a magic rainbow. It’s huge and undeniably bright. It has no real use aside from being visible from miles away.

It also plays loud harp music.

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