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Rhum has a minion!

Rag the Mopsheep

Rhum
Legacy Name: Rhum

The

Angelic Jollin
Owner: ~~booze~~

Age: 14 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: November 2nd, 2011

Adopted: 14 years, 4 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: November 2nd, 2011

Statistics

Level: 166
Strength: 415
Defense: 415
Speed: 408
Health: 416
HP: 0/416
Intelligence: 230
Books Read: 229
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Maid

NEWS | FORUMS | PETS | EXPLORE

You come across a heap of purple fur that seems to be snoring loudly. You give it a little nudge and it rolls over onto its back, revealing itself as an angel jollin with an eyepatch, a bottle of rum clutched in its paw and a Mopsheep sleeping peacefully on its belly. Between snores you can make out the jollin purring, "Arrgh, matey." Your laughter is loud enough to rouse the jollin, who jumps to its feet, wobbling slightly and sending the mopsheep crashing to the ground. "Who goes there?" The jollin says even though you are in plain sight. She lifts up her eyepatch, revealing a perfectly healthy eye, "Oh, just you!" (You're quite certain you've never met before). "I was wondering when you'd show up. You're late!" (How can you be late for a meeting that was never arranged?) "Right well, we are off to the pub!" (Is that the best idea?)

Before you can manage to protest you find yourself sitting in a darkened pub. The clock on the wall says it is 9 in the morning. The jollin orders a round of rum and converses with the bartender in a way that suggests she's a prized regular of the establishment. The jollin finally introduces herself as Rhum, "That's Rum with an h, you know," she makes sure you don't forget the 'h.' Within moments you are enraptured by her tails of fighting pirates like Blackbeard and Candytooth, stealing barrels of mead, exciting stories that you are certain are fantasy. You find hours passing faster than you could ever imagine, soon enough it's already last call (how did you spend a whole day in a pub?) and you finally manage to bid Rhum adieu. You can't help but notice her sneaking more drinks and her mopsheep sliding up and down the bar, absorbing every last drop of alcohol that has been spilled. With all the booze you've consumed, you think you might not remember anything in the morning. With that fleeting thought, Rhum waves you down and says, "Same time tomorrow?"

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