Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery - Episode 2

[Uriel]

"I see. A machine eh? Tell me master gnome", he said turning to address the gnome, "how were you able to construct a machine that so perfectly mimics the voice of a bellicos dwarf? And that sounds SO passionate about pastries?'

Smiling, Froud answers 'Well, as to the first part, getting Forge's voice right was a difficult task. I did happen upon an old drunk and flatulent half-orc at the docks, however, and used his snoring and farting as a base for Forge's voice, thus being able to fine tune the machine. As to the second part...I think that perhaps the ghost of a halfling may have taken up residence withing the gears and cogs...'

 

[ShortAssassin]

Smiling, Froud answers 'Well, as to the first part, getting Forge's voice right was a difficult task. I did happen upon an old drunk and flatulent half-orc at the docks, however, and used his snoring and farting as a base for Forge's voice, thus being able to fine tune the machine. As to the second part...I think that perhaps the ghost of a halfling may have taken up residence withing the gears and cogs...'

"Ah, I see. Ingenius. The halfing theory seems to be quite a stretch, but an interesting theory nonetheless. I'm afraid I didn't catch your name master gnome. I am Buri. I believe I have seen you around campus the last few days along with the some of your dining party."

Buri turned towards the dwarf. "And well met to you master Forge."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Forge is sputtering mad. the whisps of steam wafting off his head could boil water. Red faced he says I don't know why I put up with you. I just don't. He stares at Froud for a moment with his favorite I'm gonna make me a Gnome sandwich look and them just sits back and lets it wash over him

 

[Cepter]

Dorian rolls his eyes at the conversation, visibly slightly annoyed at the waste of valuable resources, time, and talent in the creation of something apparently so...pointless.

I assume there are rules against inflicting any...permenant harm, if I had to guess.

 

[ShortAssassin]

Ooc: Cepter, maybe it's just me, but that conversation color is really hard to read. Would you mind changing to a lighter color?

 

[Cepter]

OOC: Never! I love my slate gray!

Okay, I can probably find something else.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Ooc: Cepter, maybe it's just me, but that conversation color is really hard to read. Would you mind changing to a lighter color?

It's not just you.

 

[ShortAssassin]

It's not just you.

Ooc:
See? Even the dawrf can't read it with his darkvision.

Thanks Cepter.

 

[loxmyth]

~Miriah

Miriah nods and smiles at Ain. "Sure thing, I'll let you know. Now . . . what's on the agenda for the rest of the day?" She looks around the small group.

"I'd love to spend the rest of the day with you, but I need to make my arrangements for the ball. If you're free this evening, perhaps we could do something then? A recreational stroll in the park, or a trip to the theatre?"

Next to Ain, Etan and Ares exchanged curious glances, but neither of his companions made a comment.

~The Hatted Badger

Poe carefully wiped the pie off the tip off his nose and licked it off his fingers, savouring the taste. "Looks like my cue to leave, huh?" he said, pushing away from the table. "See you latah, guys. And Foge, let me know if you want to talk to my cousin, alwight?" With those words, he made for the door, nodding in farewell to Hob as he exitted.

 

[Seonaid]

Miriah glances at Etan and Ares before nodding amiably to Ain. "I should get back to studying anyway. My thesis is far from finished," she admits with a faint blush. "If you wish to see me tonight, you know how to find me. Fare well, gentlemen," she finishes, standing to address them all.