Inn Of Blades V2.0
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Infiltrator
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written Sunday, July 13 2003 13:06
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‘Back home in the Royal Guard training I was instructed to study all magic users be it white or black. Among my personal studies I had focused my tesis in the studies of black magic, specificaly Necromancy Magic‘. replied Kel-Aziz, who was slowly recovering from rubbing alcohol he had taken before.‘You see...Necromancers generaly have the need to take a bath more than 5 times a day due to the filthy smell and dangerous infections undead spread around.‘ As usual, a raised eyebrow was Wise Man's reaction. ‘Intresting‘. ‘Indeed‘ said Kel-Aziz now standing up completly, Wise Man spoted a part of a shiny armour under his filthy cloak. ‘But more undead information comes for a price, after all, this poor traveller needs financial backup to survive. For an adicional price I shall escort you to whatever mission you may have. I only accept cash, and maybe some part of the booty you may obtain in this mission of yours.‘ Kel-Aziz smiled in a negociating manner. Suddenly Moppet stud up with his ears strait. He saw his chance to prove himself as a ‘negociator‘. [ Sunday, July 13, 2003 13:26: Message edited by: The_Nazgul ] -------------------- "I don't want to achieve immortality through my work, I want to achieve it through not dying." Posts: 469 | Registered: Thursday, May 1 2003 07:00 |
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Master
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written Sunday, July 13 2003 13:10
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The voodoo doll blew up, to Wise Man's surprise, although he wasn't injured at all. "Well, at least I know he bathes in ... his own piss. And he wears a pink bikini under his robes." Everyone groaned in disgust, and some even threw up. Wise Man tried to get the image off his mind, but it kept reminding him of an insane sorceress he once fought who bathed in the blood of freshly dead men to gain power and to keep herself from aging. "There's some things we just don't need to know..." Wise Man sighed. -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Sunday, July 13 2003 13:31
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"Maybe you are right after all. I wont go into detail about that dirty Nicky the Necro but I WILL charge you for my aid in your adventure, that is, if you require it wich I think you will. This Nicky guy seems to be the type of Necromancers who abtain pleasure in the most discusting ways...as a matter of fact I believe this Ricky Martin CD may become handy". Everyone looked in disgust as Kel-Aziz took the shiny coin like object. "How does it work?" Asked Wise Man as Kel-Aziz showed the shiny object to everyone. "As I said, Informacion and aid has its price." -------------------- "I don't want to achieve immortality through my work, I want to achieve it through not dying." Posts: 469 | Registered: Thursday, May 1 2003 07:00 |
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Warrior
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written Sunday, July 13 2003 13:35
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"EUREKA!" Butch said, walking off the kitchen with some fungicid (sp?) "Do you think i'm gonna drink THAT?" Moppet shouted. "It's poisonous! I'm going to die if i drink it!" "Ahh, drink it and then go see the town healer/alchemist flaphead! Trust me, i once had this kind of disease, and i drank fungicid for it. It hurts, but it works! Kill all the fungus infecting the stomach immediatly." Butch smiled. -------------------- You go in, You go out, Repeat if necessary. - The Official Moron Guide For Sex Be disgusted! (Not really) Posts: 103 | Registered: Wednesday, June 11 2003 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Sunday, July 13 2003 23:55
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Scipio stood up, feeling the need to bring about some kind of order to the evening's proceedings. 'All right everyone, stop shouting a second. Kel-Aziz, my friend, we have no gold to give you yet. As a 'deposit', I am sure Moppet will be happy to give you a luxury room here at the Inn tonight.' Moppet glared at Scipio, then hopped off into the corner and flapped his ears huffily. 'When we reach the Necrophile's lair, and slay him, you will receive your pay.' stated Scipio, hoping that Nicky the Necro had a lot of gold. 'If you choose to stay on with us to the fabled cave, then you will receive a bonus. Do you accept?' Moppet was looking highly affronted. He was sure that negotiating this sort of thing was his job. As before, he flapped his ears huffily. [ Monday, July 14, 2003 02:06: Message edited by: Scipio ] -------------------- Beware of pretty girls in dance halls and parks who may be spies, as well as bicycles, revolvers, uniforms, arms, dead horses, and men lying on roads -- they are not there accidentally." - Soviet infantry manual, 1930's Posts: 267 | Registered: Wednesday, November 27 2002 08:00 |
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Triad Mage
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written Monday, July 14 2003 02:00
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OOC: You all forget that it's Nicky the Necrophile, not Necromancer. -------------------- "At times discretion should be thrown aside, and with the foolish we should play the fool." - Menander ==== Drakefyre's Demesne - Vahnatai Did Do It desperance.net - We're Everywhere The Arena - God Will Sort The Dead ==== You can take my Mac when you pry my cold, dead fingers off the mouse! Posts: 9436 | Registered: Wednesday, September 19 2001 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Monday, July 14 2003 02:07
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OOC: I sort of remembered for my last post. Ok, I edited it. But it's there now _files/smile.gif) -------------------- Beware of pretty girls in dance halls and parks who may be spies, as well as bicycles, revolvers, uniforms, arms, dead horses, and men lying on roads -- they are not there accidentally." - Soviet infantry manual, 1930's Posts: 267 | Registered: Wednesday, November 27 2002 08:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Tuesday, July 15 2003 11:48
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Kel-Aziz stared through the window at the rain outside thinking about this new mission proposal while the group drinked up the horrible womans fungicid(sp?) that would hopefully kill all the fungus infecting their stomach immediatly along with some vital internal organs. The only image crossing Kel-Aziz mind was the one of Nicky the Necrophile. He had fought his type before and he didnt like it. But because of his current situation he didnt have other options besides going back to the drunk party of adventurers at the Tower of Babil or getting back to the Circus he found on his way to this Inn where he lost all his money and a Golden helmet in a dice game with barbed lady and a midget. His life since then had been a disaster he stoped by every Inn he encountered and drank what liquid stuff the bartender placed on his table. From the most poisonous brew to rubbing alcohol. He finnaly made a choice. 'Ok. Count me in' stated Kel-Aziz. As he sat down in the table he noticed everyone, exept horrible Butch, was unconcious with a bottle of the nasty fungicid(sp?) on their hands. 'They will feel brand new tomorrow mornin, ya just need ta wait till the fungicid stops burning their bellies.' Butch smiled. Kel-Aziz went to the luxury room Moppet had promised for his aid and took a good nap like the ones he had back in the Royal Guards service days. -------------------- "I don't want to achieve immortality through my work, I want to achieve it through not dying." Posts: 469 | Registered: Thursday, May 1 2003 07:00 |
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Master
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written Tuesday, July 15 2003 12:39
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Wise Man was sitting back on a chair nearby when they conversed. "It's not that bad, I've had worse." "What do you mean?" Butch asked. "Many strong herbal medicines give you a worse feeling than the fungicide. Trust me on this one." "So... you're tough enough to withstand the extreme pain?" Kel-Aziz inquired. "You don't look like you are." "If I weren't, I wouldn't be talking." -------------------- Urban wisdom is not actual wisdom. It's more like the seemingly philosophical statements that sometimes leak out of my strange mind through my mouth, or in the case of message boards, my hands. -------------------- Clan Xeon - Warcraft III clan Polaris - Weather Balloons YAY Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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Warrior
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written Tuesday, July 15 2003 13:34
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"Good point. But trust me, i've made worse." "Oh, you created that fungicide?" Wise man asked, apparently surprised. "Yep! I forgot to tell ya, but i'm actually an expert "Bio-Alchemist"." she said with a smile. Meanwhile, Kel-Aziz found the letter in his pocket. "It's from a friend." She then said to Kel-Aziz. "Bio-Alchemy? What that?" Wise man then asked. "Some kind of alchemy, but with the normal herbs, we add toxic, corrosive and radiant stuff. But do not worry; most of the dangerous stuff is nullified by da herbs, and it give you a kind of resistance against the disease. Plus, we can tweak it to do remedies for a specific disease!" "Sound powerful, but why we dont hear about it?" "Unfortunately, the top wizards consider this skill as "risky and dangerous". Only a scarce source of mages are willing to teach you." Butch concluded. -------------------- You go in, You go out, Repeat if necessary. - The Official Moron Guide For Sex Be disgusted! (Not really) Posts: 103 | Registered: Wednesday, June 11 2003 07:00 |
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Triad Mage
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written Tuesday, July 15 2003 14:25
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(OOC: Adding an injection of surrealism, as always ...) Nicky the Necro moonwalked around his dark, cavernous, and typical villain-fare lair. However, unlike most villains, he actually had a reason for housing catacombs beneath his house. His necrophilia was quite active, and what better source of the dead is there? Nicky wasn't all doom and gloom, though. To contrast the dank caverns he spent half of his waking hours in, the rest of his house consisted of bright colors, bowls of fruit, and strangely shaped furniture. Adjusting a mango and a cherimoya in a bowl so that all of them were properly sunned, he grabbed a small mushroom from the bottom of a large bowl. That was strange - the fruit monger didn't usually include mushrooms in his baskets. Sitting down on a bright red cube, he took a small bite of the mushroom. It tasted good enough, and he popped the entire thing into his mouth. Immediately after a few hours he began to feel sick. He didn't even feel like getting Marsha out - she was his favorite catacomb cutie. The only thing he had eaten was the mushroom - a despicable fungus. The fruit monger had poisoned him! Only a fungicide could prevent him from joining Marsha in eternal slumber. But he couldn't go out and get it - it was a full moon, and he was a terrible werewolphobic! To make matters worse, citizens of the local town had a warrant for his arrest. In his younger days, he had mistakenly dug up the mayors mother and ravished her. He returned her in prime condition, of course - he had manners - but he had been spotted and the damage had been done. Only brave adventurers could save him! He peeked through the curtains and saw an odd assortment of people coming up his path - maybe they could go and fetch him a fungicide! [ Wednesday, July 16, 2003 05:03: Message edited by: Drakefyre ] -------------------- "At times discretion should be thrown aside, and with the foolish we should play the fool." - Menander ==== Drakefyre's Demesne - Vahnatai Did Do It desperance.net - We're Everywhere The Arena - God Will Sort The Dead ==== You can take my Mac when you pry my cold, dead fingers off the mouse! Posts: 9436 | Registered: Wednesday, September 19 2001 07:00 |
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BANNED
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written Wednesday, July 16 2003 10:06
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AUGH The "other" Inn of Blades recieved a letter today, informing it that a large and famous inn on N. Doston by the same name is taking it to court for copyright violation. The inn's proprietors are to appear in Solaria by the end of the week to negotiate a name change. -------------------- We're all amazed but not amused By all the things that you said you'd do. You're much concerned but not involved by Decisions that are made by you But we are sick and tired of hearing your song, Telling us how you are going to change right from wrong, 'Cause if you really want to hear our views, You haven't done nothin'. Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Wednesday, July 16 2003 10:58
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LOL. _files/biggrin.gif) -------------------- "I don't want to achieve immortality through my work, I want to achieve it through not dying." Posts: 469 | Registered: Thursday, May 1 2003 07:00 |
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Shaper
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written Wednesday, July 16 2003 13:11
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I will join in. I will play a flying Nephilim. This is All. -E- Oh, his name is James. -e- -------------------- Let them eat cake! Polaris Boards: The System is Up. Perennially. Posts: 2314 | Registered: Tuesday, January 15 2002 08:00 |
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Triad Mage
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written Wednesday, July 16 2003 15:41
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quote:But isn't yours the Inn of Blades of Exile? -------------------- "At times discretion should be thrown aside, and with the foolish we should play the fool." - Menander ==== Drakefyre's Demesne - Vahnatai Did Do It desperance.net - We're Everywhere The Arena - God Will Sort The Dead ==== You can take my Mac when you pry my cold, dead fingers off the mouse! Posts: 9436 | Registered: Wednesday, September 19 2001 07:00 |
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Shake Before Using
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written Wednesday, July 16 2003 17:06
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Err, the BoE scenario one is on the surface, Drakey... Posts: 3234 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Wednesday, July 16 2003 18:18
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The small party marched up to the tall, orange door which was the tasteful portal Nicky had chosen for his dark and gloomy abode. Moppet waddled up to it in fine feather, chest puffed out, best bill-collecting manner in evidence. He had almost reached the low brass knocker and was about to knock when... "Dear God!" Scipio ran dorward and dragged the rabbit backwards down the gravel path to the rest of the party. This was harder than it looked as Moppet could dig in quite firmly with his hindpaws, and he was a paunchy fellow. Scipio avoided looking into Moppet's eyes as he chastised him. "What the hell were you doing? You can't just go marching up to necromancers' doors and ask to be invited for tea! We need stealth and silence and subtlety! SSS!" He hissed, spraying ale-scented globules of saliva all over. "I thought the direct approach would be best," murmured Mighty Moppet. -------------------- And this was very odd because It was the middle of the night - Lewis Carrol well well well aren't we resilient Oh the fun Most generalizations are, unfortunately, true. Posts: 212 | Registered: Sunday, May 25 2003 07:00 |
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Triad Mage
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written Thursday, July 17 2003 00:32
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I know, Imby, but the full name of the scenario is the Inn of Blades of Exile, since the Inn of Blades is in Valorim. -------------------- "At times discretion should be thrown aside, and with the foolish we should play the fool." - Menander ==== Drakefyre's Demesne - Vahnatai Did Do It desperance.net - We're Everywhere The Arena - God Will Sort The Dead ==== You can take my Mac when you pry my cold, dead fingers off the mouse! Posts: 9436 | Registered: Wednesday, September 19 2001 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Thursday, July 17 2003 03:10
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Scipio glared once more at Moppet, then turned to face the rest of the party. 'Now....like I said, we need stealth, silence, and subtlety. Watch closely...' At this he put a finger to his lips as he crept towards the great, orange door, then stealthily whipped out a woodaxe. He then proceeded to smash the door in with loud cries of, 'Take that!' and, 'I'll have you!', and, 'This orange door reminds me of the kind they used to have in my childhood town!' The rest of the party gaped at him, lost for words. -------------------- Beware of pretty girls in dance halls and parks who may be spies, as well as bicycles, revolvers, uniforms, arms, dead horses, and men lying on roads -- they are not there accidentally." - Soviet infantry manual, 1930's Posts: 267 | Registered: Wednesday, November 27 2002 08:00 |
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Shaper
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written Thursday, July 17 2003 05:30
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James the Flying Nephil, hovering above the party, put his paws over his eyes, then removed them...no the madman was still at it. Peering in the window, he saw Nicky running downstairs, then running becak up again. He quickly flew up out of reach and landed on the roof of the house. -E- -------------------- Let them eat cake! Polaris Boards: The System is Up. Perennially. Posts: 2314 | Registered: Tuesday, January 15 2002 08:00 |
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written Thursday, July 17 2003 07:25
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Suddenly, Moppet bagan trembling uncontrollably. And it wasn't because Scipio had almost knocked the door down. "I don't... like... cats..." he murmured. Kel-Aziz, who was the only one not completely gobsmacked by Scipio's activities (he'd seen that sort of thing in the Royal Guard before), looked up. "What? How does that signify?" Something fell off Nicky's roof with a bent wing. Kel-Aziz walked up to it, peered at it. He looked at Moppet. "I see." Then he turned back to te nephil. "Are you in pain?" -------------------- And this was very odd because It was the middle of the night - Lewis Carrol well well well aren't we resilient Oh the fun Most generalizations are, unfortunately, true. Posts: 212 | Registered: Sunday, May 25 2003 07:00 |
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written Thursday, July 17 2003 08:46
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The Inn of Blades is most decidedly the inn on Doston, and was not once called the Inn of Blades of Exile. Sorry. (And the other inn on Valorim would have went away millenia before the IoB came about.) -------------------- We're all amazed but not amused By all the things that you said you'd do. You're much concerned but not involved by Decisions that are made by you But we are sick and tired of hearing your song, Telling us how you are going to change right from wrong, 'Cause if you really want to hear our views, You haven't done nothin'. Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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Shaper
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written Thursday, July 17 2003 10:50
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'No, of course not. I meant to fall off the roof. Now leave me alone!' 'Uh...fine, then.' The rest of the party gathers around the door, leaving James to get up slowly. They peer in. 'Well, there's no-one here...' At that point, a face appears around a corner, spies the adventurers, and vanishes again. A second later, it reappears. 'Help me! Please, help me! The fruit monger has sent me a poisoned mushroom! I'll die unless you give me some fungicide! Help!' -E- [ Thursday, July 17, 2003 11:15: Message edited by: Omlette ] -------------------- Let them eat cake! Polaris Boards: The System is Up. Perennially. Posts: 2314 | Registered: Tuesday, January 15 2002 08:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Thursday, July 17 2003 11:02
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The party stared, apparently transfixed, at Nicky the Necro. They had been expecting an epic trek through miles of dungeon just to glimpse Nicky for long enough to kill him. They had not expected him to come to the door, and had certainly not expected him to be begging for help. 'Uh.....' said Scipio. The party looked at him. Scipio accidentally looked at Moppet and became hypnotized. It was at this point that Moppet, rather inappropriately (especially since they had just been asked for help by a dangerous necrophile) decided he had had enough of Scipio's cheek. He, a mere adventurer, dared to cross a great inn proprietor such as himself! He pulled out his pocket watch and began to chant...this time he was going to make him pay. 'Excuse me,' said Nicky irritably, 'I think you're being rather rude.' [ Friday, July 18, 2003 12:16: Message edited by: Scipio ] -------------------- Beware of pretty girls in dance halls and parks who may be spies, as well as bicycles, revolvers, uniforms, arms, dead horses, and men lying on roads -- they are not there accidentally." - Soviet infantry manual, 1930's Posts: 267 | Registered: Wednesday, November 27 2002 08:00 |
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written Friday, July 18 2003 13:01
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"I? I am being rude?" Moppet dropped the pocket watch in anger, and Scipio became dehypnoyized. "You, sir, are the rude one. We come all this way, from across the Dusty Plain, through the Dark Forest, over the Shark-filled Ocean, and you, you sir, are all... all... MELLOW!" He was becoming rather purple by now. "We were expecting adventure. It is your duty, sir, to provide us with a Twisting Maze, a Locked Door Puzzle, a Crypt of Ghouls! A Secret Passage Containing Quickfire, a Concealed, Trapped Treasure Room, a Dragon Lord, A Sword Which is the Dragon Lord's Bane, A Mischevious Gremlin Who Makes Up Fiendishly Mind-Twisting Riddles! All that and... and... a goblin cave in which to gain experience! And then we have to fight you. And kill you, of course." He added matter-of-factly. Everyone was staring at Moppet. "I am sorry," began Nicky softly. "but I'M ABOUT TO DIE HERE! And not at the hands of you adventurers, either!" -------------------- And this was very odd because It was the middle of the night - Lewis Carrol well well well aren't we resilient Oh the fun Most generalizations are, unfortunately, true. Posts: 212 | Registered: Sunday, May 25 2003 07:00 |