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DROPBOX

This page is a quick way to get in touch with the mod team. If you have a suggestion for a future event, would like to request NPC interaction, need clarification on something, or have questions about anything Peckenpaugh-related, you can post that here. All comments on this page are screened initially, but threads with valuable information may be made public. You can also contact us via email at peckishmods@gmail.com. We will try to address all questions and requests in a timely manner. If it has been seven days and you have not received a response, we encourage you to bump your comment with an edit or reply.

What sorts of things can I ask about here?

• Questions about the setting at large.
• Questions about NPCs.
• Questions about the application or the character roster.
• If you need clarification of the rules, IC or OOC.
• If you would like mod assistance, permission or input on an event you'd like to run.
• If you want your character to do something, but aren't sure if it's okay to do, or if you'd like to know potential IC consequences before you do something.
• Suggestions for pcal slots, events or anything of that nature.
• Requests for NPC interactions with staff, townies and any other mod controlled characters roaming the hills.
• Requests for a roll if you're out late at night or otherwise doing something that might get you in trouble. What does the roll net you? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
• Once a month you may request an RNG roll to see if you find anything cool at Spellunking or are successful in acquiring spirits from Elflock Liquor.
• If you need to drop a character or leave the game. :(
• And, honestly, anything game related!

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“‘88, huh?” Mr. Purcell grunts, adjusting Queen G’s bib before she’s allowed her treat. “I was in Japan for most of ‘88. Osaka. Part of ‘89, too. What a damn mess that turned out to be.” He furrows his brow, though, and doesn’t move on quite yet. “I—I popped in, I know I did, but who even knows why—everyone always needs something, don’t they?”

He brushes off any further questions about Elflock Falls in the late 80s, assuring Aristotle that his brief pop-ins didn’t seem to overlap with anything important going on. Don’t you think he’d remember that? He would definitely remember that.

As for Qualls… “Rumors, rumors, that’s all anyone ever tells me.” Mr. Purcell crosses his arms with a huff. “Mr. Qualls gave his life for a very good cause. Anything anyone else tries to tell you is…” There’s a brief pause, which Queen G helpfully fills with a quiet fart. “Muddy. It’s all just a bunch of mud.”

Now when it comes to spells, that’s where Mr. Purcell can really help, and he perks up almost perceptibly. Obliviating is obviously the biggest and most well known memory altering spell, he says, and there are some binding curses that can forbid or punish people for speaking about something. “But preventing them from remembering? Ohh, that gets into the territory of very complex, very dangerous magic, and I hope you’re not asking for experience.”

Plants are not his expertise—“Berzelius or Greatheart or Treetops mess with plants, I just know what’s been put there to hurt you,”—but Mr. Purcell knows there are some flora and molds that can cause memory loss and other bad symptoms if inhaled in large quantities. “You didn’t inhale anything nasty, did you?” He looks Aristotle up and down, assessing him. “It won’t change your grade if magic made you forget the answers, but I’ll take you to the infirmary so you don’t die.” This is probably not purely motivated by a desire to keep his job. He does prefer to keep his students alive.