I am copying all the parts of the wood r4 stories so people can see them all together, it sounds to me like he is trying to actually create a story whilst working on the r4, but ill leave that up to you to decide.
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The Goblin stopped by for some Dwarven Stout. The moon was full, the air was crisp, and the inebriation made us feel immune to Dragon's fire. Well, that’s a story for another evening. I bid you all Good night!
Pain, seizing my limbs, as the erratic movement overtook my shape. My body elongated into thinly set limbs, elegant fingers, and a pointed chin. Brightly colored flashes spread the autumn leaves scattered around the forest floor. The spell was complete, I was a man no more, my Goblin body tall and regal. An impossible task they had said, drunk over tankards of frothy ale, their voices carried just beyond the heaping bowls of turtle soup and cinnamon encrusted mushroom platters, past the waiting ears of dim witted bar room wenches, into the dark corer I considered a safe haven from their nonsense. My thoughts impossibly gloating as I toiled the idea of stealing from the Goblin King.
Using nimble actions I traced a quick pattern in the air. Only the forest animals were left behind to see my plan take action and my emotions betray as a crooked smile upon my lips! Steal from the Yellow Wood Goblin and give to the Tempers, Aye, this night would be remembered. With an inviting blue flash of soft warm light, I was off.
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The Goblin stopped by for some Dwarven Stout. The moon was full, the air was crisp, and the inebriation made us feel immune to Dragon's fire. Well, that’s a story for another evening. I bid you all Good night!
Pain, seizing my limbs, as the erratic movement overtook my shape. My body elongated into thinly set limbs, elegant fingers, and a pointed chin. Brightly colored flashes spread the autumn leaves scattered around the forest floor. The spell was complete, I was a man no more, my Goblin body tall and regal. An impossible task they had said, drunk over tankards of frothy ale, their voices carried just beyond the heaping bowls of turtle soup and cinnamon encrusted mushroom platters, past the waiting ears of dim witted bar room wenches, into the dark corer I considered a safe haven from their nonsense. My thoughts impossibly gloating as I toiled the idea of stealing from the Goblin King.
Using nimble actions I traced a quick pattern in the air. Only the forest animals were left behind to see my plan take action and my emotions betray as a crooked smile upon my lips! Steal from the Yellow Wood Goblin and give to the Tempers, Aye, this night would be remembered. With an inviting blue flash of soft warm light, I was off.
