Tock's Travel Guide
One girl's views on the sights and cultures of the eastern continent
Sunberth"Oy, don't go 'ere! Ain't nothin' what but a trashy 'ole I'm the ground! 'Ell, she's even GOTS a big 'ol 'ole in the ground! Like as not ye'll get shivved what fer lookin' at some bloke the wrong way. And ain't no place what fer a
'spectable lady, if'n ya knows what I means... 'Less yous sellin' it, bring a knife if'n ya wanna 'old onta it, s'all I's sayin'..."
Mura"Purtiest place I ever done saw, she is! Ain't no blokes what fer ta gives ya no trouble, neither. Only trouble is, she's BORIN'! 'Ey got 'is nice magic forest n'all, sure. But 'tween at, ain't nothin' fer ta does all day but sit onna beach, drink tea, relax, an' look at all the purty scaly ladies. I dunno 'ow someone can live 'ere... peaceful were a nice change o' pace from Sunberth, but 'ere's what such a thing as TOO peaceful, aye? Gimme a lil excitement now an' 'en!"
Syliras"PFFFFT!"
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"What? 'At's done all I's gots ta say 'bout Tight Arse Town! Huh? Whaddya mean, 'full description'? Tch, fine..."
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Bloody wankers an' 'eir bloody damn advertisin' contract..."
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Ahem. PETCH Syliras! Bloody stuck up wankers, the lot o' em! I think what fer 'at Knights initiation, it goes as 'ey bends ya over, and shoves the biggest stick 'ey can find RIGHT up yer arse'ole! Ain't nothin' else what 'splains fer all o' 'em bein' in such pissy moods alla time! AN' I AIN'T BLOODY CLEANIN' UP NO MORE DANG CAT POOP!"
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"What? Nah, I's done. Look mate, petch yous an' yer bloody contract! Move onna the next one!"
Ravok"Floaty-town? Oy, she's worse'n Syliras! Petch, mate, ya sure can pick 'em..."
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"Tch, okay, fine. Nice architecture, 'ough 'em piss-ass blokes need ta stop starin' what when a girl jumps inna canal... Done made out wit' a girl onna roof, 'at were pretty nice... But the rest o' the time, ya gots bloody Crazy Midget Bitches chasin' ya 'round wit' 'eir big damn slashy-sticks, poshed up pansies actin' like 'ey's better'n yous, an' ya can't bloody say ONE damn thing 'bout Rice-all bein' a bloody petchin' wannabe poser God what wit'out gettin' branded fer one o' 'em 'eretics an' done been run outta town! Did I shows ya the scar I 'ad from 'ose arse'oles? Tch, ain't what never goin' back 'ere..."
Sahova"What? Petch 'at shyke, skip 'is one! Why? Cause fer I never done left the docks! Oy, sure, 'ey's s'posed ta done 'as some nifty Golems down in 'eir labs, aye? Butcha think what fer 'ey lets a tourist what takes 'em apart an' sees 'ow 'ey works? NAH! So next bloody city!"
Zeltiva"Oy, now we's talkin'! Sure, ya gots some poshies 'ere an' 'ere, but 'ey what usually stays over on West Street, an' leaves us 'ard workin' folks 'lone! Gots the Uni, too. 'At's what I came fer. Though they got a bleedin' 'ard-on fer
book learnin'. Tch. Who the 'ell needs fer ta learn what from bloody books!? Lemme git my 'ands dirty, any day o' the week! An' SOMEONE what needs fer ta teach 'ese blokes 'ow ta brew a real beer! Oy, I bloody swear, if'n I's done gotta choke done one more mug o' bloody
seaweed, I's gonna bloody shank some fool..."
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"What? I's done! Tch, nah, I ain't been nowhere else! Petch off! Go on, now, git! Petch yer bloody advertisin' contract, I gots bloody work ta do! ...Choppy!"