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Post by The Kaiser on May 9, 2005 12:38:16 GMT -5
Argh! Unclean... magic cast on me... urgh... must wash the filth... water is not strong enough... must use acid... *Molloc rocks back and forth mumbling quietly in the corner of the cart. Occasionally he lets out a loud insane laugh just to let everyone know he is live. There are also random screams of "CELINE DION! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"*
Wait... wait this is unbecoming of a Dark Paladin! duh duh dur!
Stop at the nearest village so that I can cover the filthy smell of magic with the blood of simpletons! I want a... Slaughter! duh duh dur!
Where's that sound coming from? *The nearby minstrals hide*
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Post by Solar on May 10, 2005 6:37:12 GMT -5
My dear Molloc... Do you realise you seem rather... Mad? *Orodreth looks rather uncertainly at Molloc the Madman*
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Post by LordTerrible on May 10, 2005 9:59:32 GMT -5
Come on Bludgeon... Do something or I'll decide what your character does. By rolling a dice or something.
The primary thing here is to get some action going... Steps must be taken.
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Post by Bludgeonman on May 10, 2005 11:41:42 GMT -5
Aye, Cap'n.Feh! 125gc!? I could buy a chariot for that much! *Tuskar looks over his shoulder at the direction that the cart went in.* Farmer: Aye, she be a foine 'orse. Oi'll give 'er to ye for nee less than -oof!- *Tuskar whips his crossbow out as fast as he can, and whacks the farmer on the back of the head with the butt of it. After the first blow fails to knock him out, Tuskar gives him another whack, leaving the farmer floored with a large bruise. Tuskar hurriedly sprints to the stables, saddles up a large, brown horse and, after much goading and shouts of 'YAGH!', manages to make it gallop off at a reasonable pace. On his way past, he flicks a gold coin at the farmer, who is sat up, painfully rubbing his head.* I know, I know. Spare me the lectures, what I did was wrong, 'See here the mindset of Good!' etcetera, etcetera. Well tough titties, bitches, I stole a horse from a poor farmer. I'm a main character, he's an NPC! Why should I care?
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Post by LordTerrible on May 10, 2005 13:30:51 GMT -5
Yay! Go Tuskar! ;D
And thusly, the party continues. The road is very holy (as in full of holes, not as in sacrelicious), and the ride is bumpy indeed, mainly due to Hephod driving the cart at a dangerous pace. Molloc is sitting in a corner of the cart, crouching with his hands over his head, rocking back and forth. Orodreth is reading his book again.. Or trying to, it's really hard with all this bumping. Tuskar is trotting along on his ill-gotten horse.
A nice while pass this way.
*Has been looking back over his shoulder from time to time. He spots a figure riding rapidly in the distance*
Aw crap... No way to outrun him, this here trolley won't go any further... (one horsepower) >_<
Ok, any of you druid-guys know a remote viewing miracle? Could I get a closer look at that guy approaching there? You see, the thing is, there's an underground organization after me. Please make it snappy...
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Post by Solar on May 10, 2005 15:36:40 GMT -5
I might be able to try and get a bird to take a look over there... But right now, we just scare birds away. The speed and such are rather a lot... I could however use a simple spell... If you give me a while to practice it... Like at least several hours.
Unless either Kroro has got some spell for that or the horsethief... *looks disaprovingly at Tuskar*... knows a way, I'd suggest we slow down so that I can try to get a bird here to take a look But I'm not sure whether that is wise...
Of course, we can also wait until he comes a little nearer. I got quite good eyes, but right now he's still to far off. He has dark hair though... Brown, or black I deem...
You can change the colour of the hair if neccesary.
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Post by Amaunator on May 11, 2005 14:34:56 GMT -5
Kroro of course did also jump on the cart, but was busy trying to make his golem keep up with the one HP! The golem isn't all too quick, so he's behind a few metres.
"I don't know who that is, but my golem can still hit while he's moving ... If the man, if he is not all too friendly, comes too close, he'll get hit hard ..." He says over his shoulder.
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Post by Bludgeonman on May 14, 2005 9:51:29 GMT -5
*Tuskar turns in his saddle to take a look at the approaching rider, causing his horse to turn around. He pulls at the reins and squints, to better get a glimpse of whoever it is.* Well I don't recognise him, nor do I have any means of bringing him to clearer focus. Stop scowling at me like that, Orodreth. Finder's keepers *The rider closes more distance and appears to draw a longsword from a scabbard hanging from his steed's saddle.* That doesn't look good...
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Post by Amaunator on May 14, 2005 12:15:06 GMT -5
"Since he seems hostile, I'll be making fun of his big shiny sword and armour" Says Kroro, while he puts his hand below the cart and scratches some dirt from the ground.
He holds it between his both hands and molds it to soft specks of wet sand. He releases the lot of them, concentrating them on the rider, hoping to smudge his armour and even make some fly into his helmet, covering his face.
"If only the horse would do a good shite " Says the laughin Kroro when he looks at his both hands, not a smudge remains on them.
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Post by The Kaiser on May 15, 2005 8:13:21 GMT -5
*Molloc leans forward and whispers in the Hephod's ear* This underground organisation... they wouldn't have a reward for your capture. Because if they do, I might have to defend you from these guys back here, they're very mercenary you see. Just let me know how much they're offering, where to collect it, and if they want you alive and dead and I can prepare your defence should these nasty pieces of work find out.
*Then Molloc jumps up, banging his head on the cart roof, before regaining his dignity and shouting* Hey Elf and Co, get yourselves ready for battle. We may have to kill a lot of people. I think you guys should get off the cart and try and give us time to find somewhere to hide this cart. I'll stay behind in case you fail, which is incredibly likely seeing as how you're both wearing dresses, and Hephod needs defending
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Post by LordTerrible on May 15, 2005 11:08:09 GMT -5
Ahaha! ;D That's the spirit! Oh, and for Molloc's information, the cart is open-topped
A bit like This one, only without the vietnamese guy and the two oxen and the hay...As the rider comes closer, the party has a chance to behold his official-looking clothes. A ring mail with the Scarlet Manticore on it's chest, the symbol of the Sakanean Guard. Halt! In the name of the Sakanean Guard! I am Sergeant Visifer!! I have an arrest order for Hephod Cumbercopple, a spy undermining the society! Stop the cart!!*looks agitated* I'm on to you "Sergeant"! Don't listen to him guards! He's a fraud!!
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Post by Solar on May 15, 2005 12:44:21 GMT -5
What did this man do then, Sergeant?
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Post by Bludgeonman on May 15, 2005 15:51:20 GMT -5
What are you talking about Orodreth? That wine has gone to your head again... *Tuskar brings his horse around to face the mounted sergeant. He lets his coat hang open a little, exposing the crossbow hanging from his belt.* I'm afraid that two of my companions *nods to Hephod and Orodreth* are a bit under the weather. They've been gibbering the whole trip. Thankfully, Kroro and Molloc are of sound mind. We know not of this "Hephod", but we did see a man in a similar cart to this one drive past us in much haste awhile ago. I followed him for a bit, untill he took off towards Cyrene, which isn't where we're going. I'd help more if I could, but we really have to get to Akvarum on the double. For the less astute, I have just made a bluff. To remind y'all, we're actually going to Fort Strakoll We're not going to let a little thing like morals stop us from getting the ol' job done, eh?
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Post by Solar on May 15, 2005 16:34:41 GMT -5
I am moral!
Just tell me what that "Hephod Cumbercopple" had done.
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Post by LordTerrible on May 17, 2005 2:55:49 GMT -5
What Hephod Cumbercopple has done is none of your business, Elf! He is charged of crimes against the Empire, and anyone protecting him or covering him is his associate and is guilty as well, WHICH is all you need to know.
*frowns at Tuskar's subtle threat*
I order you to stop, or you *will* be persecuted!
Hephod winks at Tuskar and makes the You-Just-Earned-Yourself-A-Bonus sign, then slows the cart to a halt, having no possibility of outrunning the may-or-may-not-be sergeant, whom is inquiring for ID's.
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