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As the wizards left the tent, Agrippa proceeds as planned, and, recalling all of those pesky moments that that transvestite wizard managed to intercept him in his plans, he asks the granny to put a curse on him, of course considering the price of the curse first, and what the curse would do (and if he has an option of his own description?)...
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[quote="xJammer"]if he has an option of his own description?
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Sure. Would help with determining the price.
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Sure. Would help with determining the price.
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Agrippa ponders at the freedom that was given to him... He then becomes suspicious at the actual range of curses that he can truly implement, surely some of the twisted things in Agrippa's twisted mind would simply not be possible to spell out as a curse... but then again, maybe just maybe he can get what he wants?... But then again, keeping it simple would work smooth and surely throughout the duration...
After much thought, Agrippa finally decides what to do to that pesky R'rud, he proceeds to ask the tent lady :
"Mhhh... I like that curse offering... Do you recall that spanked transvestite wiz that was here just a few moments ago? Tell, what it would cost me to curse him in a way, that every plan he devises, the most inconvenient and unlikely things would happen to him? If he is to steal something, someone would notice, if he is to walk upstairs, he would surely trip, if he is to cast a spell, he could miss... if he is to decide to do anything with a purpose, there would be a strong wind of unlucky and unlikely things that would happen to stop him from reaching the destination?..." Agrippa can't hold but show a satisfied smirk on his face, at thinking what that would do to R'rud...
Nearly forgetting to ask, Agrippa also adds :
"And if thats too complex or expensive, what would it be if we just reduce it down to "He would regularly get into situations where he is publicly spanked/punished"?"
He then completely changes his mind :
"Ah, screw all of this, just make him hiccup after every 4 words that he says without a pause..."
After much thought, Agrippa finally decides what to do to that pesky R'rud, he proceeds to ask the tent lady :
"Mhhh... I like that curse offering... Do you recall that spanked transvestite wiz that was here just a few moments ago? Tell, what it would cost me to curse him in a way, that every plan he devises, the most inconvenient and unlikely things would happen to him? If he is to steal something, someone would notice, if he is to walk upstairs, he would surely trip, if he is to cast a spell, he could miss... if he is to decide to do anything with a purpose, there would be a strong wind of unlucky and unlikely things that would happen to stop him from reaching the destination?..." Agrippa can't hold but show a satisfied smirk on his face, at thinking what that would do to R'rud...
Nearly forgetting to ask, Agrippa also adds :
"And if thats too complex or expensive, what would it be if we just reduce it down to "He would regularly get into situations where he is publicly spanked/punished"?"
He then completely changes his mind :
"Ah, screw all of this, just make him hiccup after every 4 words that he says without a pause..."
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The lady continues to be in an.. appropriate mood, showing lewd gestures and poses at you while smiling lecherously. This is getting really strange. Mordin heals whatever small cuts and bruises Fenlander has suffered and gives him a 10 minute rest before his next bout.
Uther's fate is divined by having his palmed looked at, flipping open tarot cards, and looking into a smoky crystal ball..
"Hmm. Much mediocrity.." the crone murmurs, forcing you to strain your ears and lean in.
"Wine aplenty.."
"Women... best not to say."
"Stay away from the dead."
Well.. that was vague.. anyway as Uther leaves somewhat puzzled, R'rud creeps in on all fours asking for better fortune. The crone takes a look at your face, noting the amount of blemishes, moles and warts (if any).
"This is very difficult.. I can change your fortune, but it is uncertain. I could succeed.. or increase your bad luck twofold. What do you think of that?
*Agrippa is still waiting his turn*
Fight 4 is about to begin! The Barbarian steps forward. Fenlander, how will you take this fight?
Uther's fate is divined by having his palmed looked at, flipping open tarot cards, and looking into a smoky crystal ball..
"Hmm. Much mediocrity.." the crone murmurs, forcing you to strain your ears and lean in.
"Wine aplenty.."
"Women... best not to say."
"Stay away from the dead."
Well.. that was vague.. anyway as Uther leaves somewhat puzzled, R'rud creeps in on all fours asking for better fortune. The crone takes a look at your face, noting the amount of blemishes, moles and warts (if any).
"This is very difficult.. I can change your fortune, but it is uncertain. I could succeed.. or increase your bad luck twofold. What do you think of that?
*Agrippa is still waiting his turn*
Fight 4 is about to begin! The Barbarian steps forward. Fenlander, how will you take this fight?
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Go for it. I can really use a bit of luck right now.
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[Dont forget to mention the loot Drakon, the loot! (which you forgot to describe last time for Agrippa, this time around if it will have to wait until Agrippa leaves the tent, of course)]
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*clears throat*
Here is my resume and plot upgrades:
stinkest++ cheese, monkeys, and poo flinging to "help" drive the storyline
An added "bonus" is I am Raveen's only and slightly older cousin who is (correctly) seen as his alpha and omega
The lesser clan side ALWAYS call me by: "tan mal hijo de puta semilla de manzana johnny" in private and "Smarty payaso MrC" in public
The reason is with one of the exceedly rare seeds that can only be planted and nutured by "el rey de reyes de los árboles y la danza de la fertilidad realizado por un barril lleno de monos y lágrimas de un payaso habilitados por el uso sagrado de los alicates oxidados y llamas muy muy muy caliente a los huevos" they get a worshipful tree(s) to command
Enough about plot upgrades:
Don't know squat about the mechanics that drive the shennanigans going on here
Read the entire thing and to kindaish quote Idan "wtf is going on" did come to mind now and again
You could take 32 Justin Biebers in a fight! <--- Impressive no?
Came up with the following nicknames
Raveen = AwesomeOnes (his natural traits make him awesome... duh... regarding the above it IS role playing and all
)
notJarvis = PandaBeard (the Bard he took his nom de plum from looks like Pandas are having funky, sexy times in it)
xJamner = xEY (Yep it was a gimmie but Ive been assured by the inner circle (*cough* Andon *cough*) its true)
Gandalf =Gandie (as in Gandy Dancer one of a number owned by the best restaurant owner (screw Wolfgang) EVAH)
so confusing that it requires a literal genius (Deng) to translate using his third or fourth favorite language skills
I believe I have never made Idan winkie punching mad
Bard likes me
So can I play too???
(sincerely I just like the irrevelant tone, cutting edge peeps from around the world feel of things, and think if there is room for wood fetishes, Bieber hating, and trees with swords there has to be room for stinky cheese and poo flinging monkey conjuring)
edit: oh! and to completely suck up to the head boy and implying a growing man crush thingie I find Drakon quite witty
edit2: ++http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/beds/bucks/herts/4044703.stm
edit3: The awful Spanish is meant to be endearing and tongue-in-cheek... a clever (for me) twofer
Here is my resume and plot upgrades:
stinkest++ cheese, monkeys, and poo flinging to "help" drive the storyline
An added "bonus" is I am Raveen's only and slightly older cousin who is (correctly) seen as his alpha and omega
The lesser clan side ALWAYS call me by: "tan mal hijo de puta semilla de manzana johnny" in private and "Smarty payaso MrC" in public
The reason is with one of the exceedly rare seeds that can only be planted and nutured by "el rey de reyes de los árboles y la danza de la fertilidad realizado por un barril lleno de monos y lágrimas de un payaso habilitados por el uso sagrado de los alicates oxidados y llamas muy muy muy caliente a los huevos" they get a worshipful tree(s) to command
Enough about plot upgrades:
Don't know squat about the mechanics that drive the shennanigans going on here
Read the entire thing and to kindaish quote Idan "wtf is going on" did come to mind now and again
You could take 32 Justin Biebers in a fight! <--- Impressive no?
Came up with the following nicknames
Raveen = AwesomeOnes (his natural traits make him awesome... duh... regarding the above it IS role playing and all
)notJarvis = PandaBeard (the Bard he took his nom de plum from looks like Pandas are having funky, sexy times in it)
xJamner = xEY (Yep it was a gimmie but Ive been assured by the inner circle (*cough* Andon *cough*) its true)
Gandalf =Gandie (as in Gandy Dancer one of a number owned by the best restaurant owner (screw Wolfgang) EVAH)
so confusing that it requires a literal genius (Deng) to translate using his third or fourth favorite language skills
I believe I have never made Idan winkie punching mad
Bard likes me
So can I play too???
(sincerely I just like the irrevelant tone, cutting edge peeps from around the world feel of things, and think if there is room for wood fetishes, Bieber hating, and trees with swords there has to be room for stinky cheese and poo flinging monkey conjuring)
edit: oh! and to completely suck up to the head boy and implying a growing man crush thingie I find Drakon quite witty
edit2: ++http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/beds/bucks/herts/4044703.stm
edit3: The awful Spanish is meant to be endearing and tongue-in-cheek... a clever (for me) twofer
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Jings!
Well anyway, my plan with this opponent is to dodge his first attack and crack his knee caps with my staff as I pass and keep up the matador act until he's down.
Well anyway, my plan with this opponent is to dodge his first attack and crack his knee caps with my staff as I pass and keep up the matador act until he's down.
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Yo, R'rud, got any inside scoop on who to hit on among the dancing troupe?
I was thinking about going to see the big tent, but a little extra help might be of use.
I was thinking about going to see the big tent, but a little extra help might be of use.
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[quote="Drakon"]
Uther's fate is divined by having his palmed looked at, flipping open tarot cards, and looking into a smoky crystal ball..
"Hmm. Much mediocrity.." the crone murmurs, forcing you to strain your ears and lean in.
"Wine aplenty.."
"Women... best not to say."
"Stay away from the dead."[/quote]
Uther is immensely cheered by this (1 out of three on the Wine/Women/Wealth front is not bad). But is slightly puzzled by the "Stay away from the dead" comment.
{ But for some reason he has a sudden shiver as if someone has walked over his grave, and the words "Chaos is coming" arrive unbidden into his mind
}
Uther pushes out of the tent and blinks in the sunlight. Decides he will join the villagers watching the fight and find some more of that alcoholic drink that's made (mostly) from apples to drink with them.
Uther's fate is divined by having his palmed looked at, flipping open tarot cards, and looking into a smoky crystal ball..
"Hmm. Much mediocrity.." the crone murmurs, forcing you to strain your ears and lean in.
"Wine aplenty.."
"Women... best not to say."
"Stay away from the dead."[/quote]
Uther is immensely cheered by this (1 out of three on the Wine/Women/Wealth front is not bad). But is slightly puzzled by the "Stay away from the dead" comment.
{ But for some reason he has a sudden shiver as if someone has walked over his grave, and the words "Chaos is coming" arrive unbidden into his mind
}Uther pushes out of the tent and blinks in the sunlight. Decides he will join the villagers watching the fight and find some more of that alcoholic drink that's made (mostly) from apples to drink with them.
<Remember to put something witty in here>
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R'rud anxiously awaits the results of the fortune teller. Afterwards he'll walk outside and meet up with Verincent. Verincent asks him about the dancing girls. R'rud explains: Marjory is a bit of a slut and easy to hit on. Samantha is fire made flesh. She has a strong spirit, but is most likely the most sensual too. Deirdra is really easygoing, sweet, but also a bit naieve. She was my best friend during my time with the girls. Hurt her feelings and I'll come for you.
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The fortune teller takes a small scroll and tells R'rud to write his name on it, which you do. She proceeds to set it on fire with a strange colorful oil... the smell puts you at ease and nauseous at the same time.
Then you burp, and laugh the most carefree laugh you have ever laughed in your life. You feel as if a burden has been released on your shoulders. Meanwhile, Agrippa feels suddenly very wretched. Stumbling in as R'rud leaps off into the distance, forgetting to pay the fortune teller and off to chat to Uther in an irritatingly cheerful voice.
"You're with him, right?" The fortune teller said to Agrippa, who grumbles and pays for the service, before talking about his request.
"Here's the thing.. I sense a great... well, there's no good way to say it is there?" the elderly fortune teller purses her lips, looking at you sadly. "I er, chased away that man's bad fortune, and it seems to have latched on you.. so you can try paying for the curse you want.. or I can try and get rid of the ill fortune for you. What's it going to be?"
Bout 3 is about to begin. Fenlander faces the hulking barbarian and prepares for the fight of his life. The giant comes for Fenlander too fast, and merely bumps off the Wizard's armor, not even bruising the smaller man.
This goes on for awhile, Fenlander doing enough to get the lesser of the barbarian's attacks, but before long his armor is full of nicks and dents. Such a strange thing. It seems that the big man with the sword can't get pass your armor and you can't get close enough to do anything to him.
Want to try a spell?
Then you burp, and laugh the most carefree laugh you have ever laughed in your life. You feel as if a burden has been released on your shoulders. Meanwhile, Agrippa feels suddenly very wretched. Stumbling in as R'rud leaps off into the distance, forgetting to pay the fortune teller and off to chat to Uther in an irritatingly cheerful voice.
"You're with him, right?" The fortune teller said to Agrippa, who grumbles and pays for the service, before talking about his request.
"Here's the thing.. I sense a great... well, there's no good way to say it is there?" the elderly fortune teller purses her lips, looking at you sadly. "I er, chased away that man's bad fortune, and it seems to have latched on you.. so you can try paying for the curse you want.. or I can try and get rid of the ill fortune for you. What's it going to be?"
*******
Bout 3 is about to begin. Fenlander faces the hulking barbarian and prepares for the fight of his life. The giant comes for Fenlander too fast, and merely bumps off the Wizard's armor, not even bruising the smaller man.
This goes on for awhile, Fenlander doing enough to get the lesser of the barbarian's attacks, but before long his armor is full of nicks and dents. Such a strange thing. It seems that the big man with the sword can't get pass your armor and you can't get close enough to do anything to him.
Want to try a spell?
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I've always assumed that communing with the spirits in combat wouldn't work so, is there a tree in sight? If so I'll cast trees with swords and set the trees on the barbarian.
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Agrippa looks at the fortune teller and laughs out loud :
"You tell me I have bad fortune? You tell me how many years I'v spent chasing my precious mahogany and never reaching it... Its been a torture, every waking day, every sleepless night... You think something latched onto me? Well you might be right, but I am sure that will leave as it will realise that I, myself, is the worst misfortune imaginable on this rocky plate of land..." He takes a breath after the tirade.. "Well... my mahogany can wait, that wretched skunk of a wizard.. Well, let's see if you lady will be able to perform this curse. Make it so that whatever is latched onto me will jump back to him the next time I touch that wizard... What would be your price? If you can't do it, just give me the prices for the other 3 options..."
Agrippa isn't concerned with misfortune in the least... he feels mahogany is near, the taste on his mouth... the lingering smell in this tent... everything just drives him forward, oblivious to anything else in the path...
"You tell me I have bad fortune? You tell me how many years I'v spent chasing my precious mahogany and never reaching it... Its been a torture, every waking day, every sleepless night... You think something latched onto me? Well you might be right, but I am sure that will leave as it will realise that I, myself, is the worst misfortune imaginable on this rocky plate of land..." He takes a breath after the tirade.. "Well... my mahogany can wait, that wretched skunk of a wizard.. Well, let's see if you lady will be able to perform this curse. Make it so that whatever is latched onto me will jump back to him the next time I touch that wizard... What would be your price? If you can't do it, just give me the prices for the other 3 options..."
Agrippa isn't concerned with misfortune in the least... he feels mahogany is near, the taste on his mouth... the lingering smell in this tent... everything just drives him forward, oblivious to anything else in the path...
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RE: Loot - just imagine you have lots of various foodstuffs worth 3 days of supply.
Fenlander targets a nearby tree which snaps to attention, turns around and swaps the barbarian full on the face, knocking him out. The jester who was officiating the fight laughs, and declares Fenlander the winner.
Bout 4 begins. Fenlander takes on the oozing undead creature R'rud has taken command of..
Back in the fortune teller's tent, the crone looks at Agrippa, telling him he could make such a curse, but would require something very particular.. a lock of hair from a cult lady.. if he could get it for her, the curse could be completed.
Fenlander targets a nearby tree which snaps to attention, turns around and swaps the barbarian full on the face, knocking him out. The jester who was officiating the fight laughs, and declares Fenlander the winner.
Bout 4 begins. Fenlander takes on the oozing undead creature R'rud has taken command of..
Back in the fortune teller's tent, the crone looks at Agrippa, telling him he could make such a curse, but would require something very particular.. a lock of hair from a cult lady.. if he could get it for her, the curse could be completed.
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