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A wide steel door at the back of the room opens and a gnome with a clipboard steps in. He's chewing on the end of an unlit cigar. "Ok, folks, Piratecat is being held up again...his latest module has been picked up by Oprah for her new 'Game Accessory of the Month Club' and he's doing her show...

Jozan stares at Mialee, shocked. "No, no, no! I certainly do not question my own healing ability, as supplied by the divine Pelor! It is the finger-regenerative power of the basin of slime that I referred to. At this level, my dear, reattaching a finger is not in my repertoire, and I dislike...

Jozan twists the cap off the beer Regdar tossed him, then raises it and admires the caramel color of the light that shines through the glass. "Ahh, Pelor, in Your wisdom You shine upon the earth, bringing forth sweet barley and bitter hops, thus blessing us all with this beverage of the gods."...

Jozan snatches the tunic off his face to stare at the disreputable looking fellow, then groans and closes his eyes. He leans back and covers his face again. "Don't you people have your own OCC thread?" "Not any more." Jozan pulls the white cloth off his face again and blinks at Mialee. "And...

...during a lull in the Vault escapade... The scratched door of the Green Room opens and Jozan walks in, sighing deeply. There is blood all over his pure white tunic. He heads for the sink and runs some cold water, then dampens a rag and scrubs at the stains. "Why can't they get washable...

With his mouth taped shut, Jozan can only grin at Mialee and wink and wiggle his eyebrows...

I think what Piratecat meant to say was... "...I've got a couple of house guests right now, and several work deadlines. Plus a band of rabid gamers is descending upon my home this weekend, including most of the Defenders whom I sent packing to California and a really annoying chick from...

Ahem. :rolleyes: While I of course applaud your imortalizing me in song, rhyming 'Pelor' with 'whore' is a very, very good way to get a very, very bad sunburn, my loquacious comrade. And besides, that last line doesn't scan correctly! You'd better stick with iambic pentameter. And I...

Waiting for Pelor's healing to touch Lidda, Jozan remarks, "Since we're all sharing, know that I have but one more Light healing prayer left to me today. After that, it's potions and scrolls all around." He winks.

Jozan blinks, then grins. He waves one finger in the air, touches it to his tongue, and with a flourish presses it against the golden image of Pelor on his shoulder and makes a sizzling noise. In the pause that follows, Jozan leans over to murmur very quietly to Devis, "I hope you didn't...

Well, since you asked... "...Can I change this bucket helm into something more impressive? I'd like NPCs to be able to appreciate my dark good looks. "Hmm. And while you're at it, I'd like to change my 8 Dexterity to an 18, my war horse into a red porsche, and the religious affiliation of...

Jozan puffs out his cheeks. "So much for getting it to turn the corner," he mumbles. He pulls out his crossbow and takes a step or two closer to the battle as he loads it. Raising the weapon, Jozan squints and aims high, the tip of his tongue just sticking out between his lips. He takes a...

Jozan can tell from the look on Devis' face that something big is coming. "Devis, get out of there! And if it's another one of those crabby things, don't look it in the eye! It's got some kind of hypnotic gaze, and I don't mean the kind that barmaids use on Regdar!" Then he grasps the...

...scrabble...scrabble...scrabble... Jozan gives Ma' a delighted smile as he grasps her arm. "So nice to see piety arise in times of stress!" With his other hand secured by Kerwyn, surely it is a cinch for him to climb to safety... ...surely it is... ...right?...

...scrabble scrabble scrabble... Jozan begins calculating falling damage in his head.

Jozan sighs deeply. "With all these cheering words of encouragement, how can I possibly fail?" He watches Ma' jump, then looks down at the tattoo on his arm. "Oh, Burning One, Lord of my soul, let your fire work through this squirmy little tattoo and aid me as I cross this chasm. My faith is...

Jozan takes a step forward as if to grab the falling plank, then thinks better of it. "By Pelor's Flaming Eyebrows!" He kicks the fish towards the hole where the creature's claw disappeared, hoping to plop some slime onto its head. Then he grips his mace and glances at Ma'. Jozan simply...

Jozan sputters and smacks the fish away from his face. "Ow!" It flops around on the stone beside his feet. "Why, you...you messed up my aim! By Pelor, you'll be a pin cushion yet!" The Cleric of Light swiftly reloads his crossbow and fires again at the creature. "Too bad the One Who Climbs...

:cool: It's nice to know there's a job waiting, in case this whole Vault bit doesn't pan out.

Well, my boy, I'm glad you asked! Jozan grins. "Who am I? Why, I am Jozan, chosen Iconic of the divine Pelor, the mighty Shining One, God of the Sun! His Burning Goodness flows through me, and of course I generally use my powers to defeat evil, nasty creatures such as yourself. But since...