>CREATE: DAD SANDALS
Dad now has sweet shoes. She feels even more confident over her new look, and tells Primus that he should be absolutely fine to take the sphinx trailer, as long as he’s careful.
>CREATE: WIZARD CLOWNS
You have now unleashed a species of WIZARD CLOWNS upon the world, which you affectionately call “Wizits” to yourselves. Only a few appear to have spawned in your base, but you get the distinct feeling they’ve spread to everywhere within your hilly territory.
You can’t help but feel proud over your new adorable pranksters. One approaches Dad and Primus curiously, honking when poked. Primus jumps, giggling in that whistle-y voice of his. The wizit takes a bow, introducing themself as Zebletrex the Red Nosed, looking around the base. This sure was a fancy setup! Dad extends a hand and says that Zebletrex- please, call them Zeb- that Zeb would be more than welcome here. Zeb calls over a tall, gentle looking wizit, the two exchanging brief introductions before the newcomer greets the TCPs. Her name is Numfi, Mistress of the Twelve True Honks.
Both of them would love to help with…well, whatever needs doing! They can’t speak for any of the other wizits, especially when they just popped into existence and whatnot, but they like the look of this place.
Numfi adds that if it’s easier, they could just run off into those hills. It does look like it’s a little cramped here, and if they’d just be shaking things up, that’d be no good. It’s whatever you’re all comfortable with, really…