Recent content by Fou Pow!

Hey, you DID get ahead of yourself! Heh heh... Get it? You had one post, and then you had another ahead of it... Heh... Ahem. Yes. Well. To delete a post, hit 'edit/delete', then select all the text in the post and hit the 'delete' button on your keyboard. Then re-post...

I'll send him a special delivery upside the noggin, courtesy of Mr. Spiked Chain. A two-handed blow, if that makes any difference.

I whisper to Chopper Dave: "Well... This lizard is certainly taking his time."

Well, since the leeeezard will have charged MofS by the time I can move, I'll charge the leeeezard myself, flying through the air and kicking him upside his walnut-sized brain with my Boots of Ass-Kicking. (From the looks of the not-at-all-crude map, I should be able to make a beeline for the...

OOC: Couple questions - what's the initiative order, and where are we in relation to the lizard beast? If you're so inclined, I think you could draw a crude map in MS Draw, or even Word or PowerPoint, and attach it to a post for us to look at.

To Arms! To Arms!! Instantly and expertly realizing that I made my Listen check, I quietly make my way down out of the treetops and steal over to the campsite, quietly waking my comrades. I speak no words, but rather impart knowledge of what I heard through some exquisitely performed...

To Chopper Dave: "More's the better, then. ;) I suggest you keep a firm grip on the rear as we make our initial thrust into Jim's hole tomorrow, as well." To everyone: "Alright everyone, let's get some rest but be aware... :uhoh: I don't know how long these double entendres can hold...

I lay a finger aside my nose and wink knowingly at MofS. "Ah, a rust monster, you say? Understood. Best not to use my Iron Wombat techniques, then." I turn back to the group: "Very well! Under the wise guidance of the Man of Science I suggest we all settle down for the night. I will...

I listen intently to the filthy Stegn, then exclaim, "Antennae? Brimstone!? Wings!?! EYES!?!?!?!? Man of Science, whatever could this be? Better still: How best to cleanse Jim's Hole of this vileness?" "My friends, if this antennae-weilding, brimstone-smelling, wing-flapping, eye-looking...

"Whoa! There you are, Pleasius! I didn't see you there. Indeed, it is as if you were hiding in plain sight. Or maybe it was because I was looking the other direction. Either way, wow!" I sidle over to the gnome. "Yes, my filthy stinking friend, tell us more about what it was that attacked...

"Good news indeed, Chopper Dave!" I lean in close to him and whisper conspiratorially, "Just between you, me, and the hitchin' post, I have a reminder note on the inside of my pants. Juuuuuuuust in case of... Well. You know. With the ducks and all." "Now where IS our rangy ranging ranger...

"Come now, Man, it's only seven scrolls. :heh: Besides, we'll need all the help we can get if we want to lay claim to any of the sweet, sweet treasure of Jim's Hole. I mean, that may be prime hooch-growing soil, there! So buck up, little adventurer! We'll get through this... Together." :D

"Egad! This is grave news indeed, Chopper Dave. But never fear, for I understand that when in a state of amnesia, the mind and, surprisingly, the body itself attains a most malleable state. Indeed, one could say that an amnesiac is able to, shall we say, 'rebuild' his very person from the...

Hearing the bell outside, I dash outside and hop up on a hitching post, assume the Introspect Marmoset position (see pic), and recite: "In Just- spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame potionman whistles far and wee and pleasiusanddave come running from...