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The Ceiling Rafters Meepo the Magnificent. Destroyer of the Dark God Vardan, the bane of succubi, and lover of the Dragon goddess Lyra. He was too powerful to compete in this game of champions, his draconian endurance would make such competition unfair. And so, he did what he could. He cheered...

The earth shook, maybe not for those large folk, or perhaps the senses of Meepo were too well attuned to the dangers of the world, so experienced in their matters was he? It mattered not. The Kobold would stretch atop his bed and kiss his lady love upon her lips. "Meepo be back." He hopped...

Meepo had no idea what she was, or what she had done. All he knew was the beauty at his side, the music of her voice, every angelic curve. Breathtaking. All of it. He may not have visited the whore houses, but he drove a succubus to madness with touch alone. Turned her own lust into a weapon...

With the lines moving orderly and not so many mistakes being made, Meepos tail flicked voctoriously from side to side. Today justice had won a great battle in the proverbial battle of financial evil. Osuin had finished Victoria's carriage and soon another was quickly pulling up. From his...

Meepo would sigh wistfully as she began to prepare herself for the singing. He enjoyed each movement in her body, each angle, each inch worthy of admiration, nay worship. In fact it was those distracting thoughts that made him slow on realizing what she was singing. But when he did... oh boy...

Whether she noticed it or not, her sashaying would align with Beowoof and Meepo's trot, making the three nearly perfect in synch. It was like the perfect trio, the start of the happiest of families. He was already an uncle dozens of times over, and though it may have been believed he had some...

At her word to continue on, Beowoof would walk on one side of her and Meepo would take the other. "As you say, my silver goddess!" He howled excitedly. Most Kobolds worshipped dragons they seldomly interacted with. Not Meepo. Artorias he knew personally, was related to (at least in his mind)...

Meepo would have a toothy grin as she praised his heroism, his tail flicking back and forth in happiness. He was a good knight, he wasn't a great knight, he had yet to exterminate a true scourge from the land. An escort? He could do that! "Syr's Meepo and Beowoof, at your service!" He howled...

The Hilltop What a great battle. Kobolds and Knights, heroes one and all! And then, it happened. First, his holy attack would seemingly be eaten by shadow, and then his love shook as she was struck. Struck!?! A mere mortal had assaulted his divine Goddess. As they hurtled for the ground, Meepo...

Meepo would stare at Lyra respectfully, his gaze averted (for the most part) at her fine curves and pure beauty. He was smitten, but he would never admit. Not openly, not now. "Lady Lyra." He would say with a deep bow. "Silver Goddess of the skies." He would muse. "Weesa an order of Knights...

The next cart to pull up would be good old Amelia, Apprentice of the Mystfalls. She would be directed to the bay, awaiting the attentions of Lysanthir and co. Meepo howled at the washing of Pinkrose, howled at his retreat, and howled at the newest arrival in the haunting carriage. "Squires!" He...

Meepo offered Jehs a happy and tooth-filled smile as she worshipped Beowoof and then ate her hot bun. She understood the magic of life, as he did. "Jehiis!" He would howl her praise. Meepo looked to Bebin expecting there to be more to what he was going to say, obviously Meepo's magnificence...

Dragon Tales Lyra would fly high at first, cresting over the barrage of fire that would now rain down on the field below. It pained the venerable kobold to see the once lush greens outside Alliria reduced to ash. His gaze had been fixed on the dragon that was ordering about the legions, though...

"Meepo is descended from dragons!" Meepo declared boldly, his chest puffing out even as he spoke. "Great Gold Dragon Artorias." He would gesture to his trusty hound. "Beowoof.." then himself. "MEEPO...THE MAGNIFICENT!!" followed by the most heroic howl he could muster. It was so heroic, it would...

Two weeks ago... "Uncle Meepo.. You'll be in charge for this outreach mission. Last we heard, Solon and Methuselah should be in the region should you need aid.. and I mean it.. no making waves." Helena would say with a gentle tone and her ever so serious gaze, which she could never hold for...