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mevabe24hnet	Bé biếng ăn nên bổ sung gì? By: mevabe24hnet Tình trạng biếng ăn ở trẻ nhỏ là nỗi lo thường trực của nhiều bậc phụ huynh. Khi bé không hứng thú với bữa ăn, cha mẹ không chỉ lo lắng về dinh dưỡng mà còn căng thẳng vì sự phát triển toàn diện của con. Articles At Table Citadel Help	by mevabe24hnet 25^xp 2 views
mevabe24hnet	Bữa phụ cho bé 6 tháng ăn lúc mấy giờ là hợp lý? By: mevabe24hnet Khi bé bước vào giai đoạn 6 tháng tuổi, việc mẹ và bé bổ sung bữa phụ trở nên quan trọng trong quá trình ăn dặm. Articles At Table Citadel Help	by mevabe24hnet 25^xp 2 views

“ A vicious murder happens in a town that the party happens to pop in at. Under heavy suspicion as they are strangers, the party is forced to discover the perpetrator or have their reputations blackened, especially as more and more murders occur in the town, and mysteriously stop and restart when the party leaves to go kill off that evil necromancer who kidnapped the princess. The only problem is that a demon, possessing one of the party, is the perpetrator. And the demon makes no signs that its living in the PC's head. In fact, for all the party knows (except for the possessed person's), their companion is an evil murderer. Do they try and execute their friend as he's a vicious murderer, and no evidence points to demonic posession? Or do they flee town with him, trusting him, and have their reputations destroyed?”

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“ In a small inn (the more remote the better), a man turns up dead. There are no wounds on his body what-so-ever, and he aboslutely reeks of garlic. The man died of a curse that forced him to eat a clove of garlic a day or suffer the penalty. This gets really interesting if the body somehow appears on top of a someone the villagers are suspcious of.”

Fiokar_Dracolas

“ Now, this ol' ramblin fellow tends to walk his talk a bit too far down the train sometimes.. So I'll be brief in my recantin' of how it was my Tavern 'came to bein'' on the multiverse as a weave of it's own spell.. And how I'm even alive to tell the story! You see it's simple really, trust me.. that's my specialty, keepin it elementary. And you can trust this old Bard. Anyway, this one night these wizards get a ramblin' on about the temporal exististance of space and time and how it could be manifested in a weave of super dimensional space. whereupon the folded space would give rise to an infinite number of entrances and exits to one or many spaces. Now, seein' how my talkin' sometimes get's locked into the way us folks used to talk back in the ol' west. These wizards didn't know I was a master of the word. and I had heard everything they said. They were also a bit over the wagon, while I was steerin' the show. So that's how it came to pass, I struck a bargain with the wizards. They come to me in the morning and conjure up their idea into reality and I'd pledge them my life, my existance.. in essence my soul. but in a much nicer sense of the word. So they came by in the morning a half remembering our talks the prior evenin'. And I recanted their words verbatum, and that's how it came to be. The spell was complete that afternoon. My tavern would be the super dimensional cube that would exist in this weave of space and time, folks could come and go as they please, knowin in mind some of the rules and limitations set forth. A few of 'em as follows. No feller can be causin a ruckus inside any of my fine establishments, as always rule number one god damnit. n' second the portal works kinda tricky. When ya outside ya cast the spell and lend your will to luck a bit and regardless the doors to the bar will appear, the windows a luminescent amber.. you can hear the chattee but ya can't see in. And the catch is the door might be locked, in which case you chalk it up to lady luck and go walk off and try again in an hour. Now most times the door pops right open and from the outside you always come in the front door, immediately greeted by myself or one of our many fine patrons of Hooper McFin's Ale & Steakhouse. Now when ya cast the spell from inside the Tavern, another catch comes up. The back door is mainly a secret for the non-initiated staff and the regulars but for sake of the prose let's assume we all know there's a secret door in the back with a portal there. Now when you go on through this one, you got two scenario's you oughta be aware of. One is ya pop outside relative to the same spot you came out. The other is, you walk back on into this one or another of our many Hooper McFin's Ale & Steakhouse. so it's a clever quantum railroad I got my tavern and my people's caught on. But, Hey the show's sure as always goin. ohhh' rutin tootin skidoodle - ** And that's it.. that's the only notes I found on the spell, apparently out there somewhere is a Tavern caught on the mighty ebb and flow of the multiverse. Well. at least I can put to rest my torment as to the condition now referred to as 'Hooper McFin's Teleportation Paranoia'. Dr. Clarke T. Mulligan - Professional researcher of Time & Space. Hooper McFin's Ale & Steakhouse”

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