HoL Gate II

Just some conversations, at the fireplace.
In the Brynnlaw's inn at midnight, Arthgon and his gang rest another day, before they board a ship.
Keldorn: "So, do any of you have a pure heart like mine?
DarkFool: *smirk* "No, my heart is of Nougat."
Wolfbane: "I don't know I prefer to look at other people's hearts."
Arthgon: *Laughing madly* "Let's see if I have such one, in my backpack."
Vorak: "I do like hearts, with a bit of salt and pepper."
Keldorn: "Oh man, I wish I did not ask."

 

It's gonna be gravedigging if nobody updates this soon.

 

Aight, aight, jeeze, let a girl enjoy the first holiday she'd had all year, will ya? *grumbles*

Sometimes Mindrape Doesn't Quite Work Out...
The Illithid enclave in the Underdark. A few dead Illithids are lying around, but the party has been captured.
Arthgon: This isn't quite how I intended to go out. In my dreams, ale and whores have a quite prominent place...
Edwin: Silence, fool! (Although... Ale and whores does sound like an interesting way to go...)
Illithid: SiLeNcE sLaVeS. yOu WiLl OpEn YoUr MiNdS tO uS.
Xiao: Bwahahahahaha!
Arthgon: We're doomed.
Illithid: sToP lAuGhInG!
Xiao: Nope! Mwahahahahahaha!
Illithid: *attempts to mindrape Xiao*
Xiao: Hee hee, it tickles!
Illithid: Whoa, man, the colours... you guys gotta try this, seriously, her mind is like whoa...
Arthgon and Edwin: ...
Illithids: *try it*
Illithid: Dude, I can hear colour...
Xiao: Okay, time to go...

(And this makes up for the mindrape poor Amy is suffering. Kinda.)

 

Geese, all of this makes me wanna join. Don't know what I should be though, so many fighters already

 

Be a berserker. All the fun of a fighter combined with inbuilt psychosis.

 

Was actually thinking in the lines of being a berserker. Have to be nice.

So be it, I'm a berserker.

 

You're more the weaponmaster/kensai kind of guy, Wobbler. You haven't really got the berserker kind of mentality (like Baldrug does*).


Oh, and while you're at it you may write my character bio as well, Xiao.




* Our IRL nickname for Transparent Painting

 

What part of...

didn't register? Not happening! Nyet, nyet, am not writink any more!

 

Aww, but we love your creativity! D:

 

Yeah, but guys, c'mon. I'm on holiday. I wanna write my own stuff for once. It's one measly paragraph! Stop torturing me!

Do you want me to turn into a quivering pile of psychosis or do you want me to be able to keep writing? Because it's one or the other, folks, one or the other.

 

Most definately the latter and NOT the former!

 

Well, you seem pretty close to the former as it is... :???:

 

Another conversation.
Byrnnlaw. Arthgon and his troops are having a conversation, while they are walking to the ship.
Yuki: The best way is to get one with Nature."
Wolfbane: *looks under his boot* "bah! I think that I stood in a piece of nature."
Vorak: "I honor the eatable nature."
Arthgon: "I think that I will go and get one with nature."
Yuki: *Surprised* "Really?"
Arthgon: "Yes, there in the bushes, because I have to piss."

 

True, true. I'll try to write some kind of bio up for my upcoming kensai (multi classed as mage perhaps?) and get something rolling.

 

How is your biography going, wobbler?

 

We're all dying to know. :roll:

 

I dream a little Dream
On the ship. At night Arthgon has one of those weird dreams.
The whole gang is standing around a tied-up Irenicus.
Wolfbane: “We got him, but who is the man behind the mask?”
Yuki: “Do you know who it is?”
Arthgon: “I bet it is the janitor, who is all behind this.”
Yuki: *sigh* “We haven’t met any janitor’s.”
Arthgon: “Then it’s gotta be Red herring, yeah…that’s it, I haven’t heard from him for weeks!”
All at once: “Red Herring?”
Yuki: *sigh* No silly, it is not Red Herring, it is…” *pulls of the mask*
All at once: “It is Sarevok!!!”
Yuki: “Yes, he is the one who is behind this.”
Sarevok: “I'd have gotten away with it too, if not for those pesky kids!”
Puppy: “Ahum”
Sarevok: “And that dog too.”
Wolfbane: It’s the pup named…..
And then he woke up.

 

Oh good lord, it's Scooby Bloody Doo.

Some Things Even Scare Her
The labyrinth beneath Spellhold. Arthgon has just turned back from his first Slayer transformation, and is flushed and freaked out. The rest of the party had varying reactions...
Yuki: If you could do that all along, why didn't you do it before? Like when Irenicus first caught you for instance?
Arthgon: Whu... buh... I couldn't...
Vorak: What an intriguing display of power... Imagine what I could do with that aspect of you under my control...
Puppy: Warn us before you do that again, you bloody maniac!
Edwin: Perhaps you are not a completely useless simian after all. (Although I have a strange feeling that maybe I should return to Thay in short order...)
Arthgon: *sigh* Come on Xiao, let's hear it.
Xiao: *twitching* If you ever scare me like that again I'm going to cast Horrid Wilting on your balls!
Yuki: I thought threatening genitalia was my thing.
Puppy: I think she's borrowing it.

 

I'm sorta new to this whole thing so sorry in advance if do things wrong.

Greta/ Alasse Terelem the Elven Barbarian, Neutral Good/Chaotic Evil.
Oh and I should mention quite schizophrenic, hence the 2 names and 2 alignments (I say schizophrenic despite it actually being DID because that is what most people believe schizophrenia is)

I don't trust myself to use other people's characters so here's basicly introducing mine

Where the Sun Shineth Not
A popular trade caravan is hiring a new bodyguard and as the next applicant timidly shuffles her way forwards
Caravan Master: An' jus' what're you s'posed to be?
Greta: 'n elf
CM: A wha?
Greta: An elf.
The man can hardly control his laughter
CM: You? An elf?! Elves're s'posed to be short 'n' slimmer than humans, not to mention delicate lookin'. Yer slouchin' an' yer still head an shoulders above the rest of us.
Greta's embarassment was slowly turning into humiliation as the the rest of the caravan join in the Caravan Master's laughing.
Greta: I'm smaller than a really big human...
CM: (wheezing from laughter) an' jus' what is yer name?
Greta: Greta...
Giggling, chuckling, sniggering and other such words fail to describe the caravan as they all crack up. Greta crouches downand starts hugging her knees, rocking backwards slightly, chanting.
Greta: Tick tock.
Frustration.
Greta: Tick tock.
Anger.
Greta: Tick tock.
Fury.
Greta: Tick. Tock.
Snap.
???: Awww lookie here the lil baby is getting upset
Greta: Nuh-uh
???: Does wittle baby need to cry on mummy's shoulder?
Greta: Go away Alasse!
Alasse: No, I don't think I shall. Hmmm... stick it where the sun don't shine... such a wonderful turn of phrase, that caravan sure has a lot of stuff.
Alasse/Greta: Ooooh Mister Caravan Master Sir!

 

Tick-Tock
Xiao has been watching the chaos with great amusement.
Xiao: Oh! Oh oh oh! Let's hire her! She's funny!
Arthgon: She just shoved giant... oooooh, that's gonna sting... up the collective backside of an entire caravan!
Xiao: I know! Isn't she just awesome?
Arthgon: I meant that might just be a bad thing.
Xiao: Don't be silly! Hello the awesome elf girl!
Arthgon: *in a very Rimmer tone of voice* We're going to die~~.