Wizards!

[Raveen]

Don't make me come over there...

[notjarvis]

*Uther sniggers at Fenlander as he has a filthy mind, and can find innuendo in anything*

[Memento]

*Verincent summons a single Bieber on Fenlander*

These have been quite a few very weird days. Mordin, who the hell is this guy that has been pestering us?

He keeps on yapping about Mahogany... which leaves me thinking of Uther, and I hate thinking 'bout Uther. I keep trying to scare him into showing his mahogany (innuendo *hmmm*) but he somehow seems fixated on me...

sigh. Nobody understands how difficult it is to be me... All those paths taken.

[notjarvis]

Uther has already fell back asleep as Verincent is talking and is snoring loudly in his sleep.

He must be dreaming about food as in between snores he mutters something about lovely pork loins.....

[Drakon]

I'm watching this thread (obviously) but have decided not to update. Interactions between characters are generally 'free-RP-time', which simply means you can have fun with roleplaying until you've had enough and or something requires my direct action (like results from spell casting).

Generally, any RP time initiated gains you level up points because its rather hard for you to roleplay to a screen and any attempt to do so should be rewarded, etc.

So please, carry on, or not - if you decide that you've had enough.


(You can't summon single Biebers. Its the pool or nothing, so I'm vetoing that)

[Solarflux]

After wandering the palace grounds for a while, R’rud decides to visit the adjoining town. Walking past a bakery, he smells the lovely aroma of freshly baked bread. R’rud enters the store and orders some breakfast in the form of a simple, but quite tasty piece of bread, topped with a slightly sharp tasting cheese. He also orders some honeycakes to bring back to the dancing girls.
 
Continuing his walk, R'rud decides to visit the local blacksmith. Walking in, he hails the blacksmith, who quickly moves up to him and asks how he can help such a lovely young girl. R'rud explains in a quivering voice that some town thugs were getting a bit too familiar with her and that she is looking for a small weapon to protect herself, in case those men come back. The blacksmith nods his understanding and moves to the back of the store. After a while, he comes out again, and shows R'rud a smart little knive with a fingerlength blade and a leather strap. R'rud can attach the strap at her upper thigh the blacksmith explains, thus concealing the weapon. Always willing to help a young girl in distress the blacksmith charges a reasonable price and R'rud buys the knive and strap. Before moving out, R'rud attaches the strap and knive, thanking the helpful blacksmith on his way out.
 
R'rud returns to the palace grounds and moves to the dancing girls' room. With sounds of pleasant surprise, the girls accept and eat the honeycakes R'rud offers them. What a treat!

[Drakon]

I don't usually let players go do something and just decide what happens but in this scenario I think a knife is fair.

+knife. Stats later.

[Drakon]

AT LONG LAST THE SUN COMES UP AND EVERYONE BARELY SLEPT DUE TO THE CONSTANTLY JUMPING TROUT. Seriously, look at it go. Its been hours. What the hell is up with that trout? Jesus.. the girls and R'rud throw open the doors and start singing and dancing slowly and sensuously, their supple undulating forms raising the er, curtain, on a great day ahead.

Until R'rud accidentally trod on the trout, which just caused him to scream girlishly and tumble into the next girl and the girl next to her and everyone is screaming. Fate was giggling though, as R'rud fell over, he tore his already skimpy costume quite badly.

Then there was screaming over R'rud and HIS er, trout, which was practically leaping out of the tight confines of his torn golden bikini costume thing, greeted everyone in the room. A cushion slipped out of R'rud's cleavage and on to the undead trout.

The girls screamed and ran away from the room in panic.

"R'RUD IS A MAN!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAH! HE HAS SOMETHING BETWEEN HIS LEGS!!"

Well, shit.

[notjarvis]

Uther cries out
"My gods* what is that!?"

Things seem to be getting heavy, and it seems guards will soon come running or something.

Uther creeps to the corner of the room and casts mahogany so he looks like a hat stand and will go unnoticed by anyone.



* As the coward he is Uther claims to believe and support all gods in the hope they take pity on him in his life.

[Idanmel]

Mordin mumbles to himself, "I know it", and tries to go back to sleep.

[Solarflux]

R'rud runs after the running girls and begs them to listen:

"Dear ladies, friends, please, try to calm down and let me try to explain!

I can understand this discovery has you all quite upset. But I guess it had to come out one time. Better now than later. It is true, I am a man. I am a man however, who loves dancing with a passion that runs deeper than anything you can imagine. You have to understand though, that in the village I am from, dancing is not done by men, even worse, it is frowned upon heavily and even punishable.  Imagine growing up as a little boy, always wanting to dance, but being never able to, unless done secretly. To feel afraid, being looked down upon, an outsider. *lets a tear roll down his face*. In the end, my life became so hard, I had to flee my village. But where can a young man, who wants nothing more than dancing, go? Alone, without much money, and unfamiliar with the world outside his village? And so I wandered the road. Until, one day, I heard of the great city of Yang. Here dancers where said to be the most skilled, revered, and honored. So I came to Yang, and discoved it was true. During my time here, with you girls, I have felt and met nothing but friendship, kindred spirits, and finally for once in my life acceptance. So I really hope you can accept me as I am this time as well. All I have ever wanted was to fit in, and me being a man hasn't really changed anything between us, has it? I am still the same R'rud you have danced with, laughed with, had pillow fights with. So please girls, friends, accept me and let me dance with you?"

[Memento]

*Verincent screams* MAHOOOOOOOGANYYYYYYYYY!

[xJammer]

Agrippa got tired through the sleepless night and he couldn't fight the waves of dreams and pleasure, especially as the closet was packed with soft clothes and other niceties. His heavy eyelids shut themselves, and quietly snoring, he started to watch himself miss all of the action as he was dreaming about the endless tunnels and the sound of wood hitting the rock once every while... it was indeed the mahogany stand, running away as a fool it was, but apparently faster than Agrippa and hours and hours of searching would infuriate him and break his will, eventually throwing him into the abyss of depression and sorrow...

[Raveen]

Right. I'm going to kill that undead fish.

I attack the trout, making sure not to main R'rud too badly.

[Drakon]

The Wizards were alone. Mordin, already quite accustomed to the various wizarding shenanigans, merely yawned and went back to sleep.. Fenlander wasn't in such a charitable mood, and began beating the undead trout repeatedly with his staff until the damn thing was paste.

Shortly after, Ibun arrives with the girls in tow and R'rud goes into a tearful tale of repressed urges and persecution. The priestess' features seem to soften for a moment, before saying stiffly, "a sad tell it indeed is, but lying and disrespecting the sanctity of the Cult of the Golden Dragon's vestals is not to be look at lightly.

Ibun seems to consider something, and then goes on. "Perhaps we should have you publicly flogged to begin the festivities. If that's fine with you, great Wizards of the West?" She turns to the angry staff man, the mahogany stand, and a sleeping Mordin.