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Stream Live!

Got a busy day today, so just chilling out.

Gonna get stomped in StarCraft 2 Multiplayer, and maybe hit up Spelunky before anything else goes down today!

Broadcasting from your local arm of the Galaxy!

#stream #gaming #furry #starcraft

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Vintage Story Midnight!

We're coming back into Stream! Happy Midnight nerds I'm smithing Iron and making a windmill!

Broadcasting from your local arm of the Galaxy!

https://twitch.tv/asaltyrat

#Furry #Kobold #Gaming #vintage story #Twitch

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Late Night Kobolds!

Alright, I got caught up with too much and Started things up again.

Vintage Story, late Nite Kobolds!

#furry #gaming #twitch #vintage story #kobold

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HELLPOINT

I am starting LATER THAN EXPECTED and joining DURASOUP in some HELLPOINT!

THATS THE POST!

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Deep Rock Kobaltic

https://twitch.tv/asaltyrat Kobolds, actually.

#Deep Rock Galactic

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Vintage Story Stream

Open Mic Night at the Kobold Kompound. Congratulations for Everyone making it to the weekend! https://twitch.tv/asaltyrat

#twitch #streamer #kobold #live

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Vintage Story

Kobolds. That is all. https://twitch.tv/asaltyrat

#vintage story #twitch #stream #Kobolds

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Vintage Story Kobolds!

You IDIOTS thought the Kobolds were ONCE? TWICE??? No Vintage Story comes again, and mother. We Crave the Mines https://twitch.tv/asaltyrat

#Kobold #Furry #Vintage Story #Stream

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ATTENTION CREW!

Attention Crew! Be Bold! Be Kobold! Another night on Vintage Story! https://twitch.tv/asaltyrat

#Stream #Twitch #Furry #Kobolds #Vintage Story

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Vintage Story - Kobolds

Burquina, an amazing friend of the Never Ever did a killer Portrait of the stream Kobolds last night. I 100% Cannot get over how good this thing is, and will replace the Vtuber Rat during our streams. Ya’ll should REALLY peek at them when they get on over to Tumblr, but they can be found on Twitter (18+) too!

#streamer #Kobold #PNGTuber

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Vintage Story - Co-Op Stream!

RIGHT!

I didn't stream yesterday, so I'm popping on a bit early with a special stream!Join a few members of the crew of the Never Ever as we get lost in the woods, get eaten by a bear, and generally Kobold our way to the copper age! https://twitch.tv/asaltyrat

#Stream #Twitch #furry

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I'm pleased to announce the Kobold Mod in Vintage Story is working

#Gaming #Vintage Story #furry

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Digging into Vintage Story

Tonight’s stream is going to be more Vintage Story, since my brain has firmly grasped on that one. -However- I’ve been digging into the ‘lore’ of this game and I’m starting to see some weird things. Players aren’t ‘normal’. The skin tones being these weird vivid and saturated colors I thought was just a playful choice on the creative side of it, but traders mention that ‘our kind kind of keep showing up’ ‘strange colored people’.

The underlaying tones of the game point to some sort of weird clockwork apocalypses that happened, and the world is dangerous.

This is outstandingly fascinating.

#Vintage Story #Gaming #Lore

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Tools of the Trade - Gnolbard’s Request

Wood smoke filled the forest clearing. The mixed scent of a warm fire and a savory meal had started to work its way through the still wind. There, sat in the center, next to the crackling fire was the impossibility of a Gnollish woman, dressed in proper clothing made of flax and cotton rather than furs and rawhide, as was against tradition. She sat there, tending the fire, turning a fat haunch of meat on a spit.

It was a particularly fatty piece of meat. Poorly marbled, badly butchered, but the Gnoll didn’t care. A Gnoll is many things. Resourceful, creative, crafty. Nothing would be wasted, Not the drippings falling from the meat, into a earthenware bowl that sat nestled in the warm ashes, nor the animal’s gut, that the woman had taken off the hands of the butcher who, otherwise, would have thrown them into the refuse pile with the rest of the day’s remnants. She was familiar with spiced offal, but this wasn’t the day for it. Too little salt, not enough herbs. It had been set to dry over the cooler part of the fire.

At her side, on a lain out cloth, was a fine wooden mandolin. It was hard worked but lovingly cared for. Imperfect, where the worn spots where the varnish had worn away from a tender grip turned the tan fine grain into a pale divot. It laid there, missing one of the thinnest strings on the fret. The Gnoll never learned the names of these notes. They never felt right in her head. Single letters didn’t give the sound and song any meaning that she could come to grips for. To feel in her heart. Her mentor only called the thing string ‘Like a songbird’. A light, sweet tone.

The Bard loved that note the most, oft plucking it with the tip of her smallest finger’s claw as she drummed on the body or idly sat in mead halls and taverns while waiting her turn to perform. That loving attention netted it one too many plucks, haphazard against her sharp claw. It was an unfortunate reality that gut string only lasted so long. And now, it was time for her to do her duty. A mixture of somber feelings of guilt and elation that she had the chance to show her beloved treasure the care and attention it deserved.

And so she began to sing. Jaunty and quiet. Equal parts in celebration in tempo to the tone of a lullaby.

Over the hills and through the dale,

We lift upon our silver vales,

A song oft sung apart.~

Carefully she took the sinew and gut from the spit, pliable and dry. Deft fingers tied it to the base of the metal spit, and she began to stretch it, first in sections, then as a whole.

When the sun is come

And until the day is done

We lift the song alone.~

Her voice lifted some. The worry that the gut would snap as it drew thinner passed, and she grasped the fiber between her sharp teeth, behind her longer canines, and dragged it to tear away lingering meat and coarse fat. Between those nips and drags, she continued her song.

A hard day’s work nets silver-and-gold

An evening spent, merchant’s haul sold

And never a night so-cold~

She was happy with her work, with the gut stripped to a proper string, she paused to replace the broken note, she made her treasure complete. Trimming and tuning, twisting the string taut until she heard that familiar songbird, testing it on that same claw that had snapped it earlier in the day. Then came the polishing.

A light rag was dipped into the animal fat coming from her meal for the evening, and gentle as she could, began to buff the wooden surface of her instrument. She cared not to rewind time, to restore it back to the glory it once was. But to give her beloved a glossy sheen, to keep the water and dust off for a time. It glimmered in the firelight, reflected her pearly smile, a satisfied grin that game with a truly warmed heart. Her friend was whole, and she expected no thanks in return.

In reality, she was quietly thanking the mandolin for its time, its patience, and its trust to come back to her. It was settled back on her lap, a few careful plucks to test it. She began her song anew.

This time, they sung together, her beloved tittering songbirds playing along the toads and the frogs and the joyful beating of her palm along the wooden body. As joyful as any long coming reunion between friends, as if they were never apart.

Over the hills and through the dale

We lift upon our Silver Vales

A song oft sung apart~

And when sun has come

And until the day is done

We lift this song along~

A hard day’s work nets silver-and-gold

An evening spent, a merchant’s haul sold

And never a night so-cold~

Travelers come from down the road

To sing and dance, unite, unfold

To ale and glee once more~

Never too-long the dawn has come

And til we meet, our work is done

We sing our long farewell~

Never to sad, we’ll meet again

When firelights shine, our heads will spin

‘Neath our Silver Vales~

The moon had creeped out from behind the forest canopy, casting a cool light that barely pushed into the campfire’s glow. Her mandolin was placed back on that spread cloth to keep it from the dirt and ash of her home away from home, and she turned to her dinner.

A Gnoll is many things. Caring, Stubborn, Careful. She is Resolute, Crafty, and Loving.

And for now, with her task done, and care shown to her beloved? A Gnoll is hungry.

#fiction #story #dnd gnoll #fantasy #bard #comfy

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Olive, again!

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Time to discuss my dumb fantasy book idea.

'From the Rim' is a fantasy/sci fi setting in using for DND. On the surface? Magic, Guns, Swords, Bandits.

Dig deeper, and this fantasy world suffered an actual 'end of the world' a millennia ago. Steeds are strange tech that carry superstitions, old ruins from technological conquests lay below the surface, and gods are not what they seem.

The main character, Rook, is an 'Uplift', a crow-man who carries his own guilt alongside the massive stigma of being an Uplift, armed with a lever action rifle on a quest for revenge he isn't sure is worth it anymore.

#fiction #writing #summary

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People are BUYING my LOCATION DATA?

FROM WHOMST? Pay me 15 bucks and I’ll tell you everytime I go to walmart stop going second hand for where the fuck I am???