Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

[Fyrm]

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I imagine none of your 'tinkerings' have souls," Halcyon puts in. "That is where they differ - from myself, at least. My body may be artificially constructed, but my consciousness is not."

Huh. I never thought of that. I wonder how you would get a soul?

What do you want?

Scrapper ducks back into the now red Dragonborn's shirt.
Don't mind him. He doesn't talk much. Not that it matters. Master sais that only I can understand him, because he's my familiar.

 

[kristoaster]

Where does your soul come from? Queen asks Dante, equally confused.

"Well..." Dante begins, even more unsure than when he asked where the warforged's soul came from. "The same place as yours?" the githzerai finished, uncertainly.

 

[LogicsFate]

Huh. I never thought of that. I wonder how you would get a soul?
Don't mind him. He doesn't talk much. Not that it matters. Master sais that only I can understand him, because he's my familiar.

Indeed.

"Well..." Dante begins, even more unsure than when he asked where the warforged's soul came from. "The same place as yours?" the githzerai finished, uncertainly.

Perhaps Queen nods slowly Implanted by the Creation Forge.

On the other hand, Our friend would say often say when We inquired “You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.”

...and then he would demonstrate by dancing or "breaking it down"

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

By my estimate she could consume at least a dozen more before succumbing to lethal poisoning.

"Actually, eight's my lim *hic* it."

"Although I imagine that if I followed your example and started poring over you to look for it, the city guard would soon enough for melting me down for scrap."

Mikara giggles as if what Halcyon is saying is utter nonsense, "Oh that'd neffer happen," She wipes the foam from the last of the seventh mug from her mouth and pats him on the back, her face changing expression instantaneously from mirth to mock seriousness, "You'd be dead before they got here," she lets the uncertainty hang for a moment, "Fhat is, iff you c'n die." and then bursts out in a reassuring guffaw, "I luff you guys." She pats him jovially on the shoulder.

"Where does your soul come from, then, if your body is artificial?"

"His body's not arfifishal," Mikara corrects in a sarcsastic tone, "it's as real as anfing elfs around here." The statement is intoned to imply that the Hanged Man is so unnatural, it seems ridiculous to call the warforged's body any more unnatural.

On the other hand, Our friend would say often say when We inquired “You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.”

"Hear! Hear!" Mikara raises her empty mug in the air and attempts a draught, then realizing that no ale is pouring out, she frowns.

She turns the cup over and shakes it as if this insane act will somehow, magically restore the flow of ale. Then she turns to the bartender, "Hey baldie! One more here for everyone!"

The bartender gives Mikara the 'thumbs-up' and presently appears at the table with mugs for everyone...wooden mugs, except for Mikara's which is yet another ceramic copy of its brothers.

"Oh," she turns back to Halcyon and smiles, raising her eighth mug, "an fhat death fhing. I wouldn' recc'mendit. I done it, an' it's not all it's cracked up to be."

And with that, the eighth mug is drained dry.

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

I'd love to travel with Mikara again H.M.Gimlord, had a blast last time her and Kamotz were together.

OOC: And I with Kamotz once more, but I would settle for Gil.

 

[Iron Sky]

"Another Dante, eh?" asks the gith...

OOC: I have a character named Dante as well running around in (or rather unconscious in) Into the Wild.

 

[FourMonos]

The doors burst open, quickly obvious that the man on the otherside kicked them then stood there. A handsome man, some of you recognize as Artemis, strides confidently into the bar.



"I'm back my friends! Gil! Great to see you again! Where did Shi Ye go? I see some of you beat me back here! Great job again Sound of Stone, Mercurial and Bones!"

He stops halfway to the bar when he notices Mikara. "Have the gods finally answered my prayers?" He stands in mid stride for a extra long second before shifting his direction toward the elven ranger and her entourage.

He walks over to where she is surrounded by the warforged. "Excuse me Gorgeous, but do you think your suitors here would mind a little more... masculine... competition?"

The bouncer comes over and nudges him in the shoulder, "Oh yes, the tradition." His eyes never leave Mikara, "Artemis Harks, future general and re-conqueror of the capitol city of Alaria."

[sblock=ooc] Artemis, lvl 1 Warlord/Warlock, leader and striker Artemis Harks - L4W Wiki [/sblock]

 

[H.M.Gimlord]

[sblock=FourMonos]Ooooh. You could not have come into the Hanged Man at a better time . I'm going to have a lot of fun with this.

BTW: I find it extremely funny that a man with the name of a female god is offering 'masculine competition'[/sblock]The eighth mug comes down on the table with an audible thud, and Mikara's eyes suddenly go from glazed to lucid, her expression from clueless to keen.

Before you sit down, there are some things that need to be done.
Anyone who sits at this table needs to have a soul. She nods to the others as if to say, 'Isn't that right?'
Can you say you have a soul?
Kind of hard for us to tell.

On the outside, you can't see it.
From the inside, you can't show it.
First things first.

She pauses with an expression that seems to say, 'Well....', then rolls her eyes as if the clueless human can't get even the simplest of things.

I think you ought to be introduced to the group.

Halcyon here gets edgy around new people.
Anyway, I think he's afraid you might sell him for scrap.
Try being easy on him.
Easy is good.

Halcyon likes easy.
Unfortunately, Queen, here, is a little too philosophical to enjoy 'masculine' competition.
Might talk your ear off, if you know what I mean.
And prime, here, is not one to be trifled with.
Not to much of a conversationalist, that one.
Short, sweet, and to the point."

She turns to the others at the table looking them from eye to eye and bursts out laughing again, "See,I told you my limit was eight." and she continues to giggle, banging her mug on the table throughout the last spasms of her laughter.

 

[CaBaNa]

Artemis' entrance snaps Gil's attention away from the menagerie of classmates the young wizard had met. Imperia never offered such an array of races, it finally clicked after chatting with Owen for a bit, Shi Ye was a half-orc... He made a mental note to apologize for his terrible faux pas, mistaking his green hue for the color of sickness.

Before Gil could recover from his shock enough to say hello to Artemis, he and what Gil now assumed was another teacher began carousing. Already having been taking notes during the philosophical debate on the nature of the soul, he just continued picking out parts and pieces that might be on the test.

Just like at home, I'm the only one taking notes...

Excellent points! Would we go so far as to apply Mordenkainen's Razor to the soul? asks Gil, looking around at the rather large group that had begun forming. Does the Soul have mass?

 

[Someone]

Excellent points! Would we go so far as to apply Mordenkainen's Razor to the soul?

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* If you do that*
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Does the Soul have mass?

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* It won't have a beard *
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Prime's internal mechanisms make a strange sound as he stops "talking".

[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oeMwHZrUbVA]a strange sound[/ame]