>>6159295>>6159296>>6159305>>6159456>>6159570>>6159688<span class="mu-r">You</span> curse yourself, and then your curse yourself again—aloud, and loud enough to turn some of your fellow travelers’ heads. You shoot them a glare that turns them back around, and settle into stew properly upon the realization which ahs just rocked you to your core:
You really have <span class="mu-r">gone soft</span>.
You’ve been denying it a while now, but you can’t ignore the evidence in your very own nilbog heart: for all your talk of money, you’re set it aside repeatedly for the sake of such stupid humie obsessions as ‘friendship’ and ‘fairness’… And you haven’t even gotten laid for your trouble! You’ve instead been hung up on James Olsen’s absent ass to the previously-unthinkable point of extended celibacy. Meanwhile, in spite of your growing distant from all things ‘goblin’, you set aside your own needs to pen a letter to your old <span class="mu-i">khoblis</span>—that is to say, MAGE—buddy, Tips, al for you’re the sake of your demonic doppelganger. Just when did that parasitic partition of the bits and bobs which you abandoned become so precious to you?!
When did you ACTUALLY start to think of her as a sister?
<span class="mu-b">Sisterly Bond increased; Zith-Zi now grants a -6 to the DC of <WANT> checks when present and assisting.</span>
What you now realize, to your chagrin, is that you’ve been chasing something utterly unlike that which a young Zith-Zi would have pursued: the approval and happiness of others. Forsaking lust and luxury, you’ve been busting your hump for love—LOVE, of all things!—both familial and friendly… or more than friendly.
<span class="mu-b">Zith-Zi’s seduction DCs are now reduced by 3, but she will look into romance routes faster than she would otherwise.</span>
As you journey towards your distant destination, you find your thinking muddled by the implications of this revelation. You DO want to settle down, once CZ is similarly ‘settled’… But with Jimmy? Or with someone else? Occasionally you find yourself staring after the likes of Yeb-Uit (that grizzled old olive of a gob) or that tinkertoy soldier-boy Martyn Meadowgrass (hunky, fro a hobbit), until you catch yourself.
(A girl’s gotta’ have SOME dignity, after all… You’ve got a reputation as ‘Boss’ to think about!)
…
(But still…)
<span class="mu-r">…</span>
