A cheerful, friendly, kind but klutzy cleric devoted to Pelor


CURRENT ABILITY SCORES Str 14, Con 13, Dex 11, Int 16, Wis 22, Cha 17. AC: 20 Fort: 20 Reflex: 19 Will: 24 HP: 70 Surges: 8 Surge Value: 17 TRAINED SKILLS Arcana, Diplomacy, Heal, History, Religion.

Best Untrained Skills: Bluff, Insight, Nature. Worst Skills: Acrobatics, Stealth, Thievery, Endurance

FEATS: Channel Divinity, Healer’s Lore, Ritual Casting, Jack of All Trades, Linguist, Greater Divine Fortune, Suntouched (house feat: +2 Fort), Combat Medic, Implement Expertise(holy symbol) Distant Advantage.

Speaks Commmon, Elven, Dwarven, Giant, Draconic

POWERS At will: Sacred Flame, Lance of Faith, Astral Seal (At one time she had Righteous Brand, hence the story tidbits below)

Encounter: Pelor’s Radiance, Divine Fortune, Healing Word, Healer’s Mercy, Command, Venegeful Flare, Searing light

Daily Powers: Astral Condemnation, Spiritual Weapon, Astral Defenders,

Utility Powers: Cure Light Wounds, Spirit of Healing, Recall Ally

Rituals: Gentle Repose, Animal Messenger, Endure Elements, Silence

Items/Weapons: Robe on Contingency, Medic’s Mace, Ring of Life, Symbol of the Holy Nimbus, Lens of Reading, Shroud of Revival.


Kielara is polite and cheerful, yet honest and forthright. She thinks she is cautious, but in fact she is rather trustworthy. Not gullible, but she generally takes people’s words for truth, especially from figures of authority. She believes that people are inherently good. She tries to keep an open mind about the world since she knows she comes from humble beginnings.

When making group decisions, she is adaptable. She tends to think a lot. She’s willing to compromise, as long as it doesn’t conflict with her moral values. If she feels a group decision is dangerous, she will probably keep quiet, prepare for the worst, and say ‘told you so’ afterward. But she wouldn’t hold a grudge.

Rules: She follows the big ones. Small ones, well…let’s just say she grew up with 4 older brothers. It’s more important that someone is a good person, and if a few small rules are bent…you get the picture But doing so can’t hurt anyone, or she’ll put a stop to it before you say ‘Pelor’s flaming snot’!

Kielara is kind and thoughtful. She seeks to alleviate suffering wherever she finds it—unless it’s a dark or evil creature, in which case she wants to kill it! She is emotionally protective of her allies, and does her best to protect them by healing their wounds and helping to defeat creatures of evil and enemies of Pelor.

In a battle situation, she is steady but cautious, though slightly more enthusiastic when dealing with undead/dark creatures. When anyone takes heavy damage, she gets nervous. She prefers to hit from afar, but to remain close enough to help her friends when they’re hurt. She’s terribly afraid of spiders. She tries to keep calm and patient when facing setbacks—normally she’ll meditate, pray or start reading to regain her focus.

Appearance: Green/hazel eyes, curly tangled brown hair. Neat clothes, but just slightly off—there’s a tear in the cloth or a twig in her hair, a small smudge on her cheek. Kielara’s knees and shins are often bruised from minor trips and accidents. Nevertheless she has a bright smile.

Love interests: None so far, and she’s getting sick of her parents nagging her to find a nice young man to settle down with. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but there’s just far too much evil in the world to concentrate on that! Kielara supports that lifestyle by protecting it.

Enemies: She doesn’t know it, but there has been some sketchy dealings between some previous temple priests.

Interesting tidbit: Kielar is an ancient Germanic name for ‘clumsy’ I chose that name, added an ‘a’ to the end to feminize it, and behold, my character’s name.

Goals: Overall - Serve Pelor, heal the sick and wounded, defeat evil. Be an example to others. Learn as much as possible. Acquire a little grace. Eventually find a nice man to settle down with - On her own terms! Recent goals, in 3 parts: Find out what has caused her home farmland to become barren/blighted/famined, find out why Pelor seems to have gone missing, seek an ancient relic to find the answers to previous goals, free Pelor from his imprisonment.

Current goals: Follow Pelor’s bidding and defeat the darkness we hear via rumor has been rising in the Desert to the East.


Kielara grew up in a small village whose chief trade was agriculture. Her father was a farmer, but her uncle was once a bard that accompanied a group of adventurers. Her four brothers loved his visits and were always interested in the skills and trades her uncle Astorin had acquired in his journeys. Of course Astorin taught a few of these tricks to his eager nephews. Sometimes he even let Kielara learn as well. But Kielara’s favorite part of Uncle Astorin’s visits were his stories. The tales he weaved with words and songs of far off places and people left her spellbound every time, and no account was ever enough to satisfy her thirst. Most of the children’s time, however, was spent tending to farm and field. Kielara’s oldest brother was certain to take over the farm when the time came. Practical, level-headed, and never one to speak many words, Liam was the leader of the group. Tanner and Tribech were twins. Tanner had a head for keeping track of things. He knew how many bales of grain it took to feed the herd last winter or how many barrels of fruit were sold at the market and for how much. He was the one who kept the farm accounts, though that was a rare thing indeed for a rural farmer to do. He was the one who often did the bargaining with traveling merchants. Tribech was a lover of the fields. His back was strong, and his love for the earth even stronger. He was happiest plowing the fields or reaping harvest. He was quick to laugh, and quick to temper, but his heart was merry and his purpose true. He loved to play pranks. The youngest brother Kelan was the cleverest with how things worked. His eyes were keen and quick to see the mechanism of things. Many a time his skilled hands mended a broken tool or tended an injured animal. His wit was just as sharp as his eyes, and his clever remarks often won battles of wills. Kielara, on the other hand, never seemed to get things right. Her mother was a very efficient farm wife. Her tasks of cooking, canning, cleaning, and gathering seemed to do themselves at the deft fingers of Kielara’s mother. Kielara’s fingers, however, were not at all nimble. Although she knew by heart every step of every task to be done, something always went awry. She’d trip on her way from milking the cows though she knew the path blindfolded. She’d burn the week’s supply of bread, or spill too much pepper in the soup or tread on someone’s heel. Her curly tangled hair never stayed in neat plaits. Yet despite her clumsiness, she had a sweet disposition. No one could stay upset with her for long; her family loved her, and she them. Often the Kielara’s family made trips to the village for trade, or news, or even a celebration or two. And at least twice a year, Kielara’s family made the trip to Pelor’s temple, which lay a few miles beyond the village. This was where nearby families made ritual tributes and requests to Pelor. Here, families prayed for peace and prosperity and gave thanks when it was granted. Here was where farmers sought advice and where disputes were settled by the wise clerics who dwelt there. Here, ancient records and tomes were read and guarded and cared for. And here was where Kielara found a purpose at the age of fourteen. “Father, I can best serve our farm and family praying for you and keeping Pelor’s favor. Kelan and the others will marry soon, and bring their wives to the farm. They will be the ones to carry on the women’s work, and will do a much better job than me. “But Kielara, daughter, what of marriage? Surely you don’t wish to forsake love and family and children?” “First off, I wouldn’t be forsaking anyone,” Kielara replied. “In fact I feel I would be helping our family—and all our neighbors – the whole valley even – with my services to Pelor. Secondly, I don’t know yet whether or not I want to get married. Who would take me, bumbling as I am? The temple wouldn’t be so bad, Father. Vows of service are not permanent, but last for 5 years, and then more if one chooses. I can use the training I receive to become more graceful, perhaps, and become a better wife without breaking my husband’s leg. “Hrm, you make a good point, daughter. Several in fact. But how do we know our temple leader will take you in the first place? With all the dusty books and sharp weapons and delicate ritual items in a temple, how can you fare better than in a barnyard, where the worst you get is a burned supper or a stubbed toe? The temple priests may simply laugh and turn you away!“ “I must try, Father, at the very least. My heart tells me this is my path. And besides, if I take a five year vow, you won’t have to worry about a dowry for at least until then!” Her father relented. “Very well, Kielara. We shall go to the temple priests and see what they say.”

And so they did. The temple priests had not heard of Kielara’s inelegance, but she soon proved it near immediately by accidentally tipping over a plate of harvest offerings and then knocking over a page while trying to clean things up. That would have ended things then and there, but Kielara pleaded that the priests at least cast the Divination ritual, as was customary for any inquiring candidate. Surprised that Kielara knew about this, the temple priests relented and did as she requested. They expected a gentle refusal from Pelor, but on the contrary, they were much surprised. “Pelor welcomes you with open arms, Kielara. You shall now become a daughter of the sun, and be trained in the ways of the cleric.” What they did not tell her, though, was that the ritual had revealed some surprising predictions. It proclaimed that she would follow a more windy and dangerous path than any other cleric alive, perform a great service to Pelor, and achieve a higher calling than even the temple elder himself.

And so Kielara entered the services of Pelor’s temple. Of the divination ritual’s revelation, it was recorded in a prophesies manuscript and reported to the temple elder, who smiled and said jolly good. It was never mentioned again. Most forgot it, for how could such a fate be upon one so clumsy? In her five year commitment, Kielara learned to read and write in many languages; to study and preserve written word, the art of healing, the rituals of the temple, and the art of combat with the mace. (Indeed, that was because the instructor was the only one with enough patience to endure her enthusiastic attempts—- not without several bruises, either.) She got to see her family on occasion, which made her happy. She did achieve a little grace, but not enough to quell her klutziness. As a matter of fact, many scrolls and books were copied and updated and written anew thanks to Kielara’s bumbling.

And then, at the end of her five year vow, in her nineteenth year, odd things began to happen. Reports came in of dwindling crops and feeble herds. Sickness seemed to spread through the land, and even the sun did not seem to shine as brightly as it once did. The prayers of all who pleaded at Pelor’s temple were not acknowledged save for one answer: “Seek”

In desperation, Severin, the newly appointed temple elder (for the last one had died a few months before) sent all clerics who could be spared out into the wide world, to seek what they could find to help rid the once fertile land from this strange curse. Kielara’s family thought that, her five years being up, she would return to her home and be married. Instead, Kielara decided to stay for another five years.

“But you’ll be too old by then to get married, Kielara!” cried her mother in dismay. “By your age I was married and had Tanner and Tribech straddled on my hip!”

“Don’t be silly, mother, I’m not that old. Besides, you have enough grandchildren as it. With these strange occurances, perhaps I had better try to ensure our young ones that our land can be as safe and bright as we remember them ourselves.

“You’re right of course,” sighed mother. “Off you go then. But not before a good supper and farewells from your family.”

And so Kielara returned to the temple, took another five year vow, and set off on a journey to discover what she could about the plague upon her homeland.

Thus began her first campaign

Kielara sat on the temple steps, watching the farmers in the far distance gathering wheat. It had been two months since she had returned from her quest. The town and temple were in awe that someone such as her would be graced by the presence of Pelor himself. But people still rolled their eyes at her severe lack of coordination. The months of adventuring, battling numerous foes, and rescuing her deity did nothing to improve Kielara’s grace—in fact it seemed to make things worse, now that she was indoors with breakable things a lot more often. The experience she gained from being away bought her respect and gratitude…and trouble.

Her thoughts came to a halt when the new temple elder sat down next to her. Severin had died of sunstroke shortly before Kielara’s return, and Jareth had taken over. “How are you faring, Kielara?” asked Pere Jerath. “Well enough,” she replied. “I’m glad that the harvest cycles seem to be returning to normal.” The chief priest nodded a little, then waited. “Something is not quite right though, is it?” Kielara continued. “I can’t put my finger on it. I guess I assumed things would go back to the way they were when Pelor was freed.” “How so?” “Well for starters, I thought I’d go back to performing my old duties once I returned. I guess I didn’t realize how much adventuring changed me. I’m not cut out for some of the stuff they’re having me do now. I mean, I’d love to help out with mweapon instruction, but I end up just giving the healing house more patients, if you know what I mean. But if I work at the healing house, I just end up knocking over basins or spilling potion on the bedsheets something. I’m sure you heard about the head nurse’s concussion last week.” “I recall she made a full recovery and has now required non-slip coverings on ALL personell’s uniform footwear and clarifying labels on ALL potion bottles. An excellent upgrade to the facility.” “I’m so confused, Pere Jareth! I don’t know where I fit in here anymore! I can’t imagine doing anything but serving Pelor, but where or how if not here? The only thing that didn’t cause accident, injury, or chaos was when I spent the afternoons with the archivists relating my travels. And even that didn’t hit off too well! “Hmmm” Jerath mused. “The archivists might look down on your way of recording your journey, but they can not deny you’ve brought back enough information for them. Goodness! They’ll be re-recording, cataloguing, analyzing and waffling about for a decade!” “Life cannot be compartmentalized” Kielara retorted, before catching herself. Pere Jareth examined his fingernails, unruffled. “Indeed. I, for one, like reading a story rather than a history. If knowledge and wisdom cannot be internalized, then it doesn’t have much use. But please, continue.” “There’s not much to say.” She peered intently into the temple elder’s face for a good, long minute, then seemed to come to a decision. “All I feel is a..restlessness. I thought things would go back to normal when I returned, but they haven’t, and it..unsettles me.” “Kielara, many people who leave a place and return feel this way. Your challenges in finding your place here at the temple are ….well, I can’t say normal,” as Pere Jareth chuckled. “But you are not the first person to find temple life difficult to re-adjust to.” Kielara bowed her head. The temple elder looked at her. “You think it’s something different.” “Yes,” she said quietly after a moment. Pere Jareth closed his eyes and took a slow breath. “I think you’re right, Kielara,” he said quietly. “I don’t think you fit here.” She jerked her head up, panicked. “You are mistaking my meaning, my dear. Calm down. “But—” “Before I explain, tell me something. Do you remember what Jenna said the first night you returned? When you told your story for the first time?” Struggling to compose herself, Kielara momentarily drew a blank. “The old soothsayer?” she finally asked. Jareth nodded. Kielara knit her brows, thinking back. “Sort of. Something like ‘Bloody hell, they’re at it again.’ ” “That’s right, “Jareth replied. “Can you think of any significance to that?” “Well,” Kielara admitted. ” I thought she was referring to Barry and Bailey. I can’t believe they’re STILL arguing about about the ceremonial usage of Longbottom Lea—but what does that have to do with anything?” “I think there is something more to her words, Kielara. You see, Jenna has spoken very little since Marlin died. He was her sister, you know, and she hated it when Severin took his place.” “Really?” said Kielara. “Yes,” Jareth replied. “Everyone was so caught up in your story that night (rightly so) that when Jenna spoke up for the first time in a year, it was noticed by very few.” “I see,” said Kielara after a moment. “This only intensifies my feeling that something huge is coming.” “That’s what she said.” “What?!” “Jenna said the exact same thing, when she left this morning before dawn. I don’t know if or when she’ll return. So you see, Kielara, I’m not sure the temple is the right place for you. “I still don’t understand,” “You rescued Pelor himself! He spoke to you and touched with his radiant rays! Jenna’s words, your intuition, and other pieces of news tell me that the pestilence that once blighted our land is just the beginning. If something momentous is going to happen, we had best be ready for it. ” “What can we do, then?” “The temple could not train you - the real world did. That is proof enough to me that your skills are best used to serve Pelor outside his house of worship. Not all who serve him stay in his temples - though you do liven things up a little,” he chuckled again. “I appreciate your patience with me, sir.” Kielara said. “Nonsense! I was there at your initiatiative divination ceremony. I remember what the spirits predicted. I can’t say, mind you, till it has either come to pass or become a moot point. But I will say this: you’ve fulfilled the first part. The next part is still to come.” Kielara sat for a moment, digesting this information. “So…you’re saying that my service to Pelor is calling me away from the temple? Seems rather counter-intuitive.” “Not necessarily. Just as an experience cannot be compartmentalized, a diety is not tethered to his or her temple.” “I guess I already knew that.” she conceded. “So how can we ready ourselves? Where should I go and what should I do?” “The answer will come in time. Meanwhile, continue your training. Learn some new moves. I am also granting you access to some of the more advanced literature in the archives. Perhaps something there will help you prepare. We must use this time wisely.” “Yes, Pere Jareth. Thank you.”

And with that, Kielara trained. She learned new defensive and offensive prayers. She recruited guinea pigs to practice combat and healing on, respectively. Outdoors, of course. She spent hours memorizing rituals in the ‘somewhat restricted’ section of the library, causing the librarian to develop a nervous twitch.

The day came when Pere Jareth approached her again, this time at dusk. “It is time,” he said. Kielara looked up, her face a mixture of excitement and trepidation. “How do you know?” “I can’t say. Are you ready?” “I think so, but where shall I go?” “Seek out your old companions. I hear at least one of them is nearby. Your official assignment is to be a field researcher. Some of the younger archivists are wanting to expand our repertoire. This is the perfect opportunity for you. Go, and gather knowledge useful to temple research. But do not forget our conversation before. You leave at dawn tomorrow. In what seemed like just a few hours later. Kielara and Jareth met at the temple steps. The sun was just barely a golden drop of honey on the horizen. The temple elder began the opening prayer to the dawn departure ceremony. “As you leave, the way will be dark. But as you journey, may the warmth and radiance of Pelor guide your steps and lead you to enlightenment, and eventually lead you home. Now, recite first of the Three Precepts of Pelor.” Kielara responded with what she had learned on her first day. “Alleviate suffering wherever you find it” Pere Jareth nodded, and then handed her a thin gossamer sheet. “There is little suffering here. Those who walk the world encounter much pain. Use this Shroud of Revival to follow Pelor’s bidding. Those who are near death can be protected with this cloak. But remember, not all suffering is physical. Tell me the second Precept of Pelor. “Bring Pelor’s light into places of darkness, showing kindness, mercy, and compassion.” Pere Jareth gestured towards Kielara’s ring, a now familiar adornment. “I assume you’ve gotten pretty good at using that,” he said in a less formal tone. Kielara smiled,. “But here’s another, my dear. You’ll need it more, I think.” With that, Pere Jareth took off one of his own rings, the Ring of the Holy Nimbus, and placed it on her finger. He then resumed his ceremonial stance. “Name the third Precept of Pelor” Also straightening up, Kielara said the last words with care. These words seemed more significant than ever before: “Be watchful against evil.” Her words rang with clarity, and with fervor. It felt even more so that life was on the cusp of another monumental change. It felt like dawn itself had paused for a moment. It felt like music should have been playing in the background or something. If felt slightly awkward. Pere Jareth inclined his head. “Alas, Kielara. Traditionally, I should send you off with a Chime of Awakening. Unfortunately, we can’t seem to locate one. Instead, I give you this,” and he withdrew a pouch filled with ritual components. Kielara’s eyes widened. “I believe that the rituals you’ve been studying make this a suitable tool in fulfilling rule number 3.” And with that, Pere Jareth bade her goodbye as she set off.

Thus began the young cleric’s second adventure

Kielara was victorious in her second adventure, and returned to the temple to ‘check in’. With her came Perin, a Paladin of Pelor who has accompanied her on her last two adventures. Together they made their reports to the temple, and stayed for a few weeks to rest, regroup, and await further instructions. Kielara did not waste her time. She sweet-talked the morningstar instructor to help her wield one that she picked up in the city. She combed the archives and tapped into some astral powers—she could sense a growing need to aid her fellows in combat alongside her healing and diplomacy skills. In essence, she took the time to grow stronger.

She also took some time to catch up with her family. “Barkeep!” Tribech bellowed, slightly tipsy. “Why is my beer white?? It should be brown!” “That’s the frothy head,” replied the innkeeper. “You have to blow on the head to make it go down” “That’s not what your mother said last night, Tribech,” drawled a neighboring farmer. “What what WHAT!?” “Yessirree. If I recall, when she was at the self-service tap, she said something about angling the glass when you pour from the spigot” “Oh. Well how’d she know that?” “I told her how last time I visited,” Kielara piped up. “I learned lots of useful things like that when I was out and about.” “Yeah, I remember that,” said Tanner. “Say, when you were gone, did you meet any of the creatures Uncle Astin ever told us about?” “Yup. Frost Giants do exist. But the one we met seemed nicer than the one he encountered. And lizard men exist too. But there are different kinds. Dragonborns are really noble and honorable, but Kobolds are little shitheads. And you know what? Animal can be ridden, if you’re small and nimble enough.” “What about some of the new-fangled machines?” Kelan butted in. “I heard there was some kinda flying machine in one of the cities” “That’s right. I rode in one.” “Really? How did it work? How high did it go? Was it magic or mechanic? Did it have wings?” Kelan couldn’t get the questions out fast enough. “Don’t worry, I promise to tell you more in a bit. Right now I have a favor to ask.” Her brothers waited expectantly “Well,” began Kielara, ‘You know how mom and dad are with me not being a traditional girl. I mean, it was hard enough for them when I went to the temple. They let me go because they thought I’d get it outta my system and be married by now. You shoulda HEARD them going on about the guy who came home with me” “We all thought that,” said Liam. “But he seemed a little old for you, and frankly, he seemed a bit— —“FEY!” yelled Tribech. “Perin is a very kind and generous man, even if he is an idealist. I’ll not have you insult him like that! “Oh, so then there is someth—” “Drop it or you’ll have something ‘fey’ on your cheeks. “Kielara and fey-boy sittin’ in a tree…” WHAM! A few moments later after the raucus died down, Tribech was sporting a sunshiney cheek and a lot of ribbing. Her other brothers, still chuckling, had managed to scoot out of range from Kielara. “Anyways,” she continued. “we’re getting off track. I need to tell you I might be leaving again.” The table got quiet. “Where will you go?” “I’m not sure yet. I mean,I collect information for the temple. I go where I’m sent” “Like a spy?” cried out Tanner “Never! Our sister will not be a traitor and informer!” “No, silly, like a field researcher. Come on, guys, do you seriously want me cooking for family gatherings? Her brothers winced. “She’s right,” said Liam the practical one. “And dad can’t afford to rebuild the barn again.” “It’s not that, Kielara,” said Kelan. “Okay, well maybe a little. But don’t hit me! Despite your hopeless klutziness, you’re our family. We miss you. Especially mom and dad.” Kielara looked down into her mug. “How’s this? ” Tanner said. “Promise to come back every once in awhile and tell us all about your travels. Bring us a bit of the rest of the world from time to time. We want our kids to have an Uncle Astorin too.” “Aren’t I sort of doing that already?” Kielara asked dubiously. “I suppose so, but before we just figured they were one time gigs. Looks like it’s official now. You’ve inherited the adventurer’s streak” grinned her brother. “Hah!” blurted Tribech. “I’m not the black sheep in the family any more, YOU ARE!” “We know you have to do this, little sister,” Kelan put in. “You’re not cut out for farm life, and that’s okay. Just don’t forget us.” “Help me break it to mom and dad?” she pleaded. Three heads nodded. Tribech belched and passed out, sunny side up.

Kielara sat outside gazing at the stars. It was peaceful, and she really needed that at the moment. She sighed. Why did life seem so much easier when it was in danger? Her mother and father did not take the news well at all, even with her brother’s help. “They’ll come around,” Liam said, sitting down beside his sister. “I sure hope so,” Kielara sighed. “I don’t want to leave on a bitter note. You just never know what’s gonna happen on an adventure, and they just don’t understand—” “Actually, they probably do, Kielara. That’s most likely WHY they’re so upset. Don’t forget, Dad went through this already with Uncle Astorin. We only heard watered-down versions of his stories when we were kids. They’ve been talking again, Uncle Astorin and Dad. Something still isn’t right, even though the crops are producing again. It’s hard to put a finger on it, but Dad’s in tune with the land, and Uncle Astorin just knows. Something’s still up, and it’s not going to go away with a few offerings and prayers. It runs much deeper than that, but there’s not much any of us can do. That’s why we know you have to go away, little sister.” Kielara’s eyes widened. “Don’t be silly Kielara, I grew up with you. I know you’re not JUST doing field research, and I also know you couldn’t tell us. But your secret’s safe with me, and with Mom and Dad. Who else but you will take care of whatever this is? That’s why they know you have to go. It’s just harder on Mom and Dad, because they know the stakes are high and you’re their little girl. “What about you?” Liam shrugged “You’re following your calling, and you love what you do. What else is there to say?” “Say that Mom and Dad are okay with what I do.” “Mom and Dad will are okay with with what you do” “No they aren’t. You’re lying.” “Fine, I’m lying. But they will learn to accept it. They came around to me marrying Elenor, right? “Elenor doesn’t fall UP stairwells!” “And Elenor can’t aide the gods like you do. Stop whining.” Kielara eyed her brother for a long minute and slowly a smile spread across her face. He was right. She had done some pretty neat things in her adventures, and she couldn’t wait for more. Mom and Dad would HAVE to come around eventually, because they had no other choice. “Alright then,” Kielara said as she flashed Liam a grin. Does this mean you’ll help me train tomorrow morning?” “And risk life and limb? That’s YOUR job. Farming’s easier with all your appendages, you know.”


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