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While her husband is the most anticipated and beloved figure in the world, Damaris Klaus feels neglected and ignored by "Old St. Nick." When the suave and.
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One thing that would really help me to know if you still have it saved : what levels are your stats at?
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What is your highest skill and highest opposing stat? I trust your instincts! Oh and if it helps I was with mrs clause in in that olmec city when I just got a bit too frustrated. So, I noticed I got the same continuity error as peaches I chose a regal character to shift to, but still the dog viewed me as a ghost kid. Also, P. Ah, I meant I had fixed it on my end. Hello there, so nice to see you! Something I noticed as a potential thing to look at is the number of choices provided - I found the long lists a bit overwhelming at times. But of course mileage may vary. I am Spanish and Mrs claus and elves are totally out of my knowledge same the elves I have seen in some American films.
The stats are for me cryptic A explanation could be great. Or even change from male female and nb but without change to form another specie of fairylike your fluid choice. Something like a miniature encyclopedia-within-a-game that discussed the characters of Mr. Claus in red suits with white fur, little elves in green coats, the reindeer and the poem The Night Before Christmas, etc.
Playing through the first chapter, i noticed that I had about 5 or 6 choices that had 6 or more options form, first name, last name, motivation ambassadors you liked, best characteristic, etc. Would tempering down some of the really big lists help, or would going even further to make more choice lists have three choices be needed?
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You know, is it just trimming the longest choices or is the whole thing too bushy? It will be great as I had to search half of terms from sweets to merry jolly stuff It is engaging for me as is like a new universe mythology as in Spanish tradition is all about The three wise men going to bring presents to Jesus in Belen Klaus is just something mall and shopping uses not part of our culture.
I found game fast paced and thrilling maybe too much fast paced a small option to see where I live or something more slow paced could be cool in middle of action. My stats are totally unbalanced I will give you a copy of them at the end. Blank There are a few scenes in the game where you pick gifts for people.
Which option is this one? The one where you can fix the sink and radiator? MeltingPenguins Dang it, I thought I fixed that last time. This is very helpful! Claus - WIP Romance update!
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Choice of Games games. CoG Works In Progress. As the Second-List-Checker at Claus Castle, you are the right-hand-elf of the most powerful being in both worlds: Mrs.
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Damaris sighed as she stood in the back of the room, waving though she knew the gesture went unseen. Her husband rode off on his sleigh pulled by a team of reindeer and cheered on by a multitude of ecstatic workers. The din barely died down as the little men and women rushed off to have their own celebrations in the village, their work for the year now complete.
Damaris had to smile. The elves worked diligently from dawn to dusk with smiles on their faces and a song in their hearts. Often Damaris wondered how much the man embellished and how much he kept to himself. While these adventures tickled her husband immensely, Damaris was not amused and after seeing how upset they made her, Nikolai had stopped telling her about them.
This of course made matters worst for not knowing made her believe he was being accosted in practically every home he entered. Then of course she began to wonder when amusement turned to desire and how often he was receiving more than cookies and milk on these treks. The portrayal of the magical couple made Damaris laugh.
She never understood where the idea that they were an elderly couple came from, perhaps the fact Nikolai had been doing this for so long, but the fact of the matter was the jolly old man was simply a disguise he took on to satisfy convention.
Old St. Nick was actually a big bear of a man standing nearly 6 foot tall with dark curly hair and a closely cropped mustache and beard. He did have a good heart, a deep belly laugh and the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen to date, at least that much the stories had gotten right. Her ebony hair flowed down to her waist and her eyes were, as Nikolai once said, as green as the Mediterranean before a storm. Damaris sighed again as she realized there was a lot that she and Nikolai used to do together.
While he was still courteous and kind to her, she often felt more like a maid or housekeeper than a wife.
She missed the feel of his arms around her, the electricity of his kisses, the smell of him. Each were so submerged in their duties that they barely spoke any more and often times, Damaris would fall into an empty bed at night and awaken alone in the morning. The warmth of the wrinkled sheets beside her was the only confirmation she had that her husband still slept by her side. It was a far cry from when they first met.
Damaris hailed from the thriving metropolis of Pompeii. Her father had owned and operated the largest hotel in the region, located on the edge of the city with sprawling views of the sparkling Mediterranean Sea. He often boasted of the wealthy and important clientele the hotel attracted though they rarely seemed worth the hoopla to Damaris. Perhaps this was the reason their male guests insisted on taking liberties with the staff during their stay making it necessary for Damaris to intervene between a flustered employee and drunken official.
She also had to face irate wives who accused the young woman of enticing these grabby men herself! It was often miserable work and on extra rough days, she would seek solace on her rooftop garden. The day had been extraordinarily hot for the season and Damaris stood behind the reception desk brushing away the hair that had escaped her long braid when he walked in. She looked up as the doorway darkened and her breath caught in her throat.
He practically filled the entire room by himself and Damaris shivered. She thanked the gods for the feast of Vulcanalia, without which they would have had a vacancy.
If he was as hands on as most of their guests, she would have a hard time fighting him off. He was dressed oddly, wearing thick black boots instead of sandals. His tunic was made of material far too warm for the current climate with long sleeves and was closely cropped to the neck. He was incredibly pale compared to the olive complexion of the locals. Damaris tried to speak but only a squeak came out. She composed herself, cleared her throat and tried again.