HAHAHA! You actually wrote it! And you're actually using the title "Can Dextyr Keep All These Strikers Alive?", too!
Finnian said:Nobody in the village has more than a few coins, I'd say. Well, Potter has a few, I'd guess, with all that land and cattle, but everybody has their wealth in the ground, as it were.
I was thinking on my feet, picturing a wealthy, establishment type in this little village that would have hated Finnian's real father and this reckless youth bastard that appeared 9 months after this village elder eagerly gave up his dad to the gallows and...Wait... the richest guy in Finnian's hometown is named Mr. Potter?
I lived in Russia for two years in the early 90's. The bit about socialism in the fluff section had me rolling.Is much Russian accent! He make good socialist!
I was getting all geared up for another side story in helping Marco retrieve his magic quill![]()
Was that black thing I saw flying off awhile ago actually a dragon?! By the gods I thought we were dead when we heard it roar in the sky as it flew upward. And I thought you must be dead as well, but then why should it be flying away as if Hadeys himself were riding her tail?
"B-but dear," says Marco, "I've already told you that advertising is a good investment. There will be a lot of people at TUR-..."
"Don't you say it! Don't you say that horrible word! It's worse than a carnival. Just another way to bilk honest people out of hard-earned money. And to give it to MONSTERS, too! Where is your head, Marco?!"
When Marco asks the group to head up the stairs, Vaunea waits for the rest of the party to begin ascending, knowing that her large frame would take some doing to get through. Vaunea squeezes her way to the top of the stairs just in time to hear Marco's wife talk about monsters. Finally reaching the last step, Vaunea shouts "Monsters? Where monsters? We kill for you." And Vaunea draws her axe.
Vaunea then points to Marco's head and says "And head there!"
Haha, and Vaunea makes my day againMarco's wife screams. She rushes to hide behind Marco. "Oh gods! What is that?! It's going to kill us and the children! We've got to get out of here."
Marco looks angry. Very angry. "Put. Away. The. Axe."
"This is my home, and I'll not have you storming around like it's a war zone."