Dungeon Crawling (Day 2)

[Knight Templar]

Don't have a good grasp of the rules, local bookstore doesn't sell rule books (anymore) and I don't trust any site to give me the rules.

Well mabey this one. Also I seem to have missed the deadline.

Edit: Should be fun to watch though.

 

[Zemalac]

I just got my character sheet finished. This looks like it's going to be very interesting indeed.

By the way, Ultrajoe...with all this foreshadowing, I wouldn't be surprised if someone decided to shoot you on sight and save themselves the trouble later on. I would never do such a thing, of course, but others may take it upon themselves to prove me right.

EDIT: corrected a typo

 

[Saskwach]

I just got my character sheet finished. This looks like it's going to be very interesting indeed.

By the way, Untrajoe...with all this foreshadowing, I wouldn't be surprised if someone decided to shoot you on sight and save themselves the trouble later on. I would never do such a thing, of course, but others may take it upon themselves to prove me right.

That's what I was thinking. Ooooo, if I wasn't too nice to metagame (and not so curious to learn what UJoe's going on about).

 

[The Inev]

Don't worry Ultra, my evil characater will bring 4 forms of mischief.

No, no, I was supposed to bring the Mischief. You were supposed to bring the napkins and potato salad.

 

[Necrohydra]

No one likes a show off, Ultrajoe. If you can create a spreadsheet that will easily defeat our own spread sheets then great- but all this smacktalking is wearing thin.

Did you ever know that you're my hero, Saskwatch?

Had I known Ultrajoe had a minor role of dicking people over and not a major one, I wouldn't have lost interest. But I suppose it's too late now. I'll be watching on the sidelines, I suppose. I don't think I'd make a good evil character anyway...well, the people who face me in a game of Descent say otherwise...

 

[Singing Gremlin]

So when's this startin' then?

 

[Copter400]

Keep up the good work, guys. Shouldn't be long before role-playing gets a thread all to itself.

 

[PurpleRain]

Don't worry Ultra, my evil characater will bring 4 forms of mischief.

No, no, I was supposed to bring the Mischief. You were supposed to bring the napkins and potato salad.

Damnit. I always get something wrong. Don't worry, I think I keep some napkins on me at all times. Safety reasons.

 

[Saskwach]

No one likes a show off, Ultrajoe. If you can create a spreadsheet that will easily defeat our own spread sheets then great- but all this smacktalking is wearing thin.

Did you ever know that you're my hero, Saskwatch?

Well thanks Necrohydra, but it's Saskwach. It's amazing how many people miss out that out, though I guess it makes more sense that way.

 

[Blayze]

Monday evening? Excellent! Luja's ready and waitin' to make some Arcane Spell Failure rolls!

 

[Slashe]

Great! I wanna join. Rouge elf please?

-Edit:

Oh my goodness!so.... complicated......

 

[Larenxis]

It begins!

 

[Saskwach]

A gnome, who'd entered the bar later than all others, surveyed the still faces of the bar's patrons and, seeing no one had introduced themselves, grinned wickedly and climbed onto the front bar. He unwrapped a compact guitar and began singing a bawdy folk tune in the manner of one who had mastered the form.
"My name is Rofefil, Semong,
and my service and calling is song,
so if you'll just confess,
to your name and profess-
-ion I'm sure we can move things along."

OOC: That's See-mong Roe-feff-ill if you were wondering.

 

[Blayze]

Eyeing the bar and its other shady-looking occupants, Luja's attention is drawn to the gnome cavorting on top of the bar - and possibly about to draw the ire of the bartender if he breaks anything. Going along with the singing midget's plan to break the ice more out of idle curiosity than anything else, he shouts out after the gnome's verse comes to an end.

"Luja Kiono - Professional Bastard!"

 

[BeeL]

A man sat a the bar, very pale skin, long blond hair and piercing blu eyes, who had a full plate of armour all black with a silver outline of a spier on the chest. Seemed more annoyed than impressed of the song sang from what he thinks is a child in need of discipline, but after he hears the remark of Luja he can't help but smirk and decides to respond, so he stands up and walks over to what he thinks is a child.


"They call me Velve. My profession is killing, but it's also my hobby. Now I'm sure it's past your bed time and that your parents are worried, little boys shouldn't be in inn's at this time of night. There are lots of BAD people out there, and especially in here, so why don't you just scamper of to home"

 

[Saskwach]

Semong stared at Velve with surprise.
"Clearly you need a few more years of tucking in if your parents haven't yet told you the difference between children and gnomes. Let me help you: children become big oafs like you; gnomes make their money off oafs like you."

 

[Zemalac]

"Ha!"

A hand clapped the gnome on the back as the man spoke. "Wonderful little ditty, sir Singer!" he said cheerfully. The man's face glows with a warmth that is disconcertingly genuine amid the shadowy figures that compose the rest of the tavern's clientele. He has shoulder-length black hair pulled back behind his head with a silver cord, pale skin, and twinkling blue eyes, eyes that radiate nothing but merriness. He is wearing a dark blue outfit trimmed with gold and lined with silk, and an ostentatious gold ring flashes from one finger.

He speaks to Velve over the gnome's head. "Let the lad stay for a while, good sir Velve. I think you should by the boy a drink, to apologize for your rudeness. A glass of lemonade, perhaps?" Nither his voice or face suggest that he is doing anything other than making a helpful suggestion.

"As for myself, I am Zem Willius Clockman, a sorcerer of some renown in a few places which no longer exist. Delighted to make your acquaintance." He beams at everyone in the room.

 

[Blayze]

As the very... enthusiastic man introduces himself, a sudden thought strikes Luja, and he speaks up.

"Places which no longer exist? And... you were a common factor in all of said places?"

 

[BeeL]

Velve turns to Semong and sais sarcastically "My sincerest apologies", he then shouts out
"Barkeep!! Get shorty here some lemonade, but easy with the sugar, and while you're at it get this guy a drink too" Velve points at Zem.

 

[Saskwach]

Semong gazes at BeeL momentarily, then announces "I can live with shorty," and, stepping off the bar, pirhouettes onto the nearest stool.
He turns to Sem, "Yes, tell us of these places. I'm sure the tales would make a great song."