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Find the Word Tag!

Find the given words in your WIP and share the passage!

My words were: allowed, silent, starve, and hope!

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Allowed:

For a moment, he was worried they wouldn’t let him in. One of the guards pulled his hood back slightly, not enough to reveal him but enough to inspect his face and hair. A moment passed, Dinrel holding his breath and hoping they wouldn’t make a scene. Finally, the man nodded and pulled the hood back into place. Dinrel released his breath. He would be allowed in.

The man who had pulled back his hood leaned in and whispered, “Left side, second alcove. She’ll be waiting.”

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Silent:

Dane nodded quietly and wandered off to get a couple more mugs, leaving Holm alone with his thoughts. The room was quiet. Not the eerie quiet he’d felt a few weeks ago, just… quiet. He realized he hadn’t heard the voice since the night before. Normally he heard it multiple times a day, but today… it was silent.

Had Uile given up? Had He accepted that Holm wouldn’t go? If it even was Uile. He cursed under his breath. He wasn’t sure anymore. He wouldn’t end up like Varrell. He wouldn’t.

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Starve:

Crassus spent roughly an hour combing through the ruins looking for whatever he could find. The place was mostly empty; either the people living here had taken very good care to bring all their belongings with them, or scavengers had come through to scrape the place clean. Possibly a combination of the two. He did manage to find a tarnished brass plate, a rusty knife, and two arents buried in the dirt bearing the mark of Corvinitan, as well as a bit of graffiti carved into the stone, most of which was made up of crude remarks about soldiers’ mothers and the like.

There were no bones in the ruins. It wasn’t uncommon for soldiers to be trapped in a fort and starve, but for them to just up and leave… it was unheard of. Crassus shook his head and made his way toward the entrance of the building- which he had decided was almost definitely a home- to begin sketching his findings.

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Hope:

“It’s been a while since this place has had a good ball,” Taylyrr said, gazing out at the room. “I look forward to the one you said my sister is planning.” He turned to Tireus again, grinning mockingly. “It’ll be nice to see the two of you dancing like you did when you first met.”

Tireus cringed. “I did have two left feet back then, didn’t I? I hope you never see me dance like that again.”

Taylyrr had begun to eat. “I have most certainly seen enough of that for one lifetime,” he said between mouthfuls. “Really, though,” he continued, “I do look forward to seeing Rendi again. I haven’t seen him in years, not since the last time you called a council meeting. I’ve exchanged letters with him occasionally, but Uile above, that man does not know how to write. Clearly his parents never saw fit to hire a tutor for handwriting. Anyway, he always manages to make a game of deathtoll interesting. I’ll most certainly have to slip out and get a game going with him and some of the others during the ball. You’re welcome to join us, if you like.”

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If you’d like to continue the next round your words are: exhausted, bread, locks, and forgotten.

1. Nobody in my group has seen or listened to Critical Role.

2. Our party’s rogue has an almost identical backstory to Percy (enemy house took out his family and kidnapped his sister forcing him into hiding until he can bring justice to his foes).

3. I need a few quests to get the party from level 5 to level 9.

Those three thoughts caused my two backwater country boy brain cells to rub together and come to a single conclusion: I could very easily steal the entire Briarwood arc from Critical Role. Who’s going to stop me? Nobody I know except the rogue’s player’s mom knows anything about the show. I can plagiarize all I want and they’ll never know.