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Rossarrell follows Rickol out the door. "Following the leader!"
Rossarrell jumps when she spots the dinosaur. "Yikes!!!"
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Originally Posted by Orb
Orb looks curiously at the dinosaur, then at Rickol, then at the dinosaur again. "No, you can't eat the halflings," she says to the dinosaur. She pauses in thought for a moment and then continues, "unless they've been bad."
"Hey!"
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Originally Posted by Jaceth
"This is Asirra, the last member on our team."
"Actually," Rossarrell says, scanning the sky, "there should be one more member to this team..." She takes a tentative step toward the beast, holding out a friendly hand but ready to snatch it back in a moment. "Hello, Asirra..."
OOC
Let's see, in Follow the Leader, you're trying to mimic someone else's
actions, so would that be a disguise check? If so, I believe that'll be
+9 for Rossarrell.
"Does everyone in this merry band of misfits have a freakin' pet?" Tommy shakes his head and continues not really looking for an answer.
"I'm not sure Tommy." Jaceth answers, a little nettled at his mount being called a "pet". "The halflings don't seem to have one but maybe they'll accept you as theirs?"
"A tame dinosaur?Interesting.....even better for our disguise as well." Illyes remarks.
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Though he is surprised by the dinosaur, Rickol isn't too scared. "Oh, cool pet. I don't think he want to eat the halflings, though. We're too bony." He pats the nose of Asirra, "Isn't that right, Asirra? If you want to eat something that sings really well, you just say so..."
At that moment, an eagle lands on Rickol's shoulder, which makes him jump. "Hey! Icarus! What's happenin'?" He strokes the back of his animal companion, "Go say hi to Rossarrell too, Icarus." The bird flutters to Rossarrell's shoulder.
"I guess you could say I have a pet too. That's Icarus. He's a great lookout."
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"If you want to eat something that sings really well, you just say so..."
"I'm sure Orb is very sweet." Rossarrell smiles, sweetly. When the eagle flaps over to Rossarrell, she ducks to the side. "Woah, down there, boy!" The eagle is as big as she is. "It's good to see you, too," she says, stroking his crest. "Now, go back and sit on Rickol's shoulder. You double his height." Rossarrell grins at the big raptor.
"Wow he's really something."Jaceth comments, examing the Eagle from his perch atop the dinosaur."I'm not familiar with this species, where'd you find him?"
"Oh, pfft." The eagle flutters to the ground and looks around at everyone.
"Wait, eagles come in types? Gosh, I don't know. We have a bug expert, now we need a bird expert." Rickol holds his hand to his head and pets Icarus, "What kind of bird are you, huh?"
The bird has a dark plumage, a mixture of browns and blacks. "Oh, and I didn't find him--he came to me."
OOC
I couldn't decide between a black winged eagle and a wahlberg eagle.
Wanna call it a black winged wahlberg eagle? D&D doesn't go into
specifics like that, so I guess it doesn't really matter. Rickol
doesn't have any ranks in K(Nature) regardless.
"I'll
look up the species later. My Uncle still has a few of our family texts
on birds of the world. Maybe I'll be able to take some notes and add to
them."
Jaceth pulls up Asirra.
"So, this is your restaraunt Barak?"
"Barak,
is it, is this restaraunt any good? I mean how good is it? Please don't
tell me it is going to be some chick food restaraunt where we all get
dainty portions for high prices," Tommy seems very disgusted about eating at such a place. "No offense madam," Tommy nods in the halflings directions.
Much
to the party's suprise, this resteraunt was not one of those "daint"
ones. Upon entering the establishment, everyone can see why the mage
would enjoy eating in such a place. unlike a traditional resteraunt,
the catering staff is a large asortment of fey creatures and a few
elementals. also, as the party is being led to their seats with their
animals in tow, they can see foods from every culture they have ever
visited. "So what can we get for you today?" As the sprite who guided them there without even handing them a menu.
ooc ferrix
This restaraunt searves everythgin under the sun. if you deam to tell
your companions or want to watch them flounder in confusion, that is up
to you.
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"I believe Tommy over there was looking for the all you can eat troth," Orb says with a straight face. "Myself, I'll have a vegitable soup, a salad with the house dressing, and a glass of water please."
Once everyone has ordered, Orb addresses the group. "I
think that it is best if we learn a little bit about each other, so I
think we should go around and introduce ourselves. Just let us know
your name, what you'd like to be called, and tell us a little about
yourself. I'll start to break the ice."
"I'm Orb Kaftan, and I have been a traveling
musician for many years. I've been told that people find my music
inspiring, and of late, many of my shows have been sold out. I am also
well traveled, and hope my knowledge will be of some use."
"Names
Tommy T. Telleresse, Prize-fighter of the Hallistin Arena, and Winner
of the T'kelnec in last years wrestling competition. I am less formally
called Grim." Tommy says between large bites of steak and potatoes.
"I'll
have some roast beef, carrots, potatoes, some bread... extra bread,
please. Is this on the military? This counts as rations, right? If so,
I'd also like a bit of pecan pie and some Halfling mead if you have it." He looks at his sister, "Oh, did you want anything?"
"My name is Rickol, of course. You can call me
Rick or something similar, though. I'm not too picky, though I don't
know how the queen wishes to be addressed..." He winks at his sister. "Anyway,
we're the... indirect sort. We can get in and out of most places pretty
well without being seen or heard and borrowing things in the process.
Of the two of us, though, you could say I'm the muscle." With a shrug he continues, "There's a guild for people like us, but they seem to have wanted us to help the military."
Icarus hops inside and sits next to Rickol's seat, waiting for some bread.
"Well,
I've already covered my shtick I think. I'm Jaceth Moralis, of the
former Moralis family, and with the God's Help perhaps the family will
have a future too. I can train just about any animal, have a somewhat
exhaustive knowledge of nature, and I'm a pretty decent tracker. I have
some skill with the bow and lance and I ride a Deinonychus."
Jaceth takes a spoonful of soup made from cheese, while Asirra looks up
from a huge bowl of meat scraps and rubs against his leg a moment.
Rickol gives a smile, "Oh,
tracking? I dabble a little in that too. I'm probably not as good as
you are, but I could probably help out whenever the time comes for that
sort of skill."
Rossarrell looks around at the restaurant and giggles with joy. "Oh, I think I like this place! What's the most interesting thing on the menu?" she asks of their server.
"Oh, I'm Rossarrell, of course. You can call me Ross
or Rossa in a pinch. And if Rickol's the brawn, that must make me the
brains!" She grins at her brother. "Anyway,
I'm fun loving, single, and I enjoy long walks under the stars. I also
have many hidden talents, which is no doubt why I'm here," she adds with a smile.
Tommy
stops eating for a second when the server mentions the dish, but blows
it off as crazy talk. When Orb repeats it Tommy puts a hand on his
chin, thinks about it for just around 8 seconds, then decides it would
be more bone then meat and goes back to his steak.
Rossarrell
is on her feet in a moment, a dagger flashing through her hand before
disappearing again. She glances around the crowded restaurant. "You know, I think I just lost my appetite," she spits before whirling and storming out.
Twin Trait
Fury and a desire for justice. There's killing in her blood.
Barak sighs, "don't start off now," he lays a hand on Rossarrell's shoulder as he goes to storm out. "Just because it's on the menu doesn't mean you or any decent person would eat it. Sit, we have business to discuss."
He orders a fillet of a bulette, a glass of golden-red elysium wine, a
salad consisting of berries, fresh spinach and feta, a soft tomato and
leek chowder, and a side of a heavy-grained bread with olives.
"This may be an odd place, but it has anything you like, and probably many more that you don't." He starts in on the chowder, softly slurping its hot contents from a soup spoon. "I
am a sorcerer of the fields of battle, although it has been a couple of
years since my last official duties ended. I now live within the city,
I have a house over in the Merchant's quarter." He takes another
spoonful or two of the chowder to finish it, wiping the bowl clean with
a piece of bread which he pops in his mouth.
"... Wow. That's weird." Rickol isn't so surprised that he can't eat, though. His appetite seems insatiable. "I wonder where they keep so many different meats? Do you think they have tarrasque? Or troll? Would it grow on your plate?" He marvels at the possibilities. "Hey, sis, dragons have to eat too! Just not you or me!"
He seems a little disturbed, still. Rickol doesn't like seeing his sister bothered so he says to the waiter, "Please don't serve up my sister. Or Icarus."
the sprite giggles "Oh
no sir, we would neve cook our customers. we have a arangment with the
nations around here, we get any criminals sentinced to death and give
them a peacefull death, and we dont harm anything else really. and sir
if you would like troll, we do have it, though we have to cook it well,
for obvious reasons."
Jaceth considers this a moment, then takes another spoonful of cheese soup. "Eh, I've seen animals eat their own kind plenty of times. Why should the sentient races somehow be different?"
Orb shakes her head, "No, but I know a fine inn that serves vegitarian, and I know the owners. There's nothing too worry abou there."
Orb heads to the Green Room, a fine establishment that she's had the
pleasure to entertain at several times, and is run by a nice Druidic
couple (gnomes).
Rossarrell
follows Orb to the Green Room where she'll order the biggest green
salad they have, preferably topped with leeks, scallions, and shallot,
a few mushrooms, a radish or two, some hot peppers, a bit of crumbly
cheese, walnuts and almonds, and perhaps a hunk of bread on the side
along with a mug of cider. Oh, and oil & vinegar dressing. Maybe a
boiled egg sliced on top. And--ok, that's enough. She really is rather
hungry, but there's always dessert to be considered.