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Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man

Fyrm

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"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.
 

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LogicsFate

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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

Explorer
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.
 



FourMonos

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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.

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"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

Explorer
[sblock=FourMonos]Ooooh. You could not have come into the Hanged Man at a better time :devil:. 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.
 
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CaBaNa

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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

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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]
 


H.M.Gimlord

Explorer
Excellent points! Would we go so far as to apply Mordenkainen's Razor to the soul?
Mikara shoots Gil a glare eying him suspiciously from toe to skullcap, "You keep your razor away from my soul treekiller."

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* If you do that, it won't have a beard *
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"Pfffffffffffffhehehehehe" Mikara turns her head form Gil and visors her forehead with her hand, trying hard to stifle her laughter given the 'seriousness' of her previous remark. Alas, it's no use.

[sblock=The Updated Tally]Mikara Li Messadh (Elf, Ranger, Level 4, Striker) H.M.Gimlord
Gil (Human, Wizard/Artificer/Assasin, Level 2, Controller/Leader) Cabana
Owen (Half-Orc, Fighter, Level 1, Defender) Halfrogman
Queen (Warforged (Swarm), Druid, Level 1, Controller) Logicsfate
Dante (Githzerai, Sword Mage/Avenger, Level 1, Striker/Defender) kristoaster
Sound of Stone (Tri-Kreen, Monk, Level 1, Striker) Rb70nm
Mercurial (Changeling, Artificer, Level 1, Leader) Fyrm
Lenard (Human, Mage, Level 1, Controller) Dekana
Halcyon (Warforged, Paladin, Level 1, Defender) Antithetist
Prime (Warforged, Warrior?, Level 1, Defender) Someone
Artemis (Human, Warlord/Warlock, Level 1, Leader/Striker) FourMonos

...whew![/sblock]
 
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Antithetist

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Halcyon sits back, clearly enjoying the hilarity around him. Nonetheless, he eyes up Artemis very carefully, and as the laughter dies down he speaks up, staring inscrutably at the man. "Future re-conqueror of Old Daunton, is it? Those are bold words."
 

FourMonos

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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.
Artemis's grin slowly slides from his face pretty soon after Mikara starts needling him. He doesn't respond to Prime's joke.

"Halcyon has me beat already."

The grin is back. "I know when I'm out of my league friends," he turns and sits at a table by himself, unusually somber. He waves at the barmaid for a drink.

[sblock=H.M.Grimlord] I knew Artemis was walking into trouble, thought it would be fun, but then you go and poke him in his sensitive spot! [/sblock]
 
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FourMonos

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"Future re-conqueror of Old Daunton, is it? Those are bold words."
Artemis barely stirs from his thoughts. "Someday, Halcyon, someday. I will march an army to the shores of Alaria, oust the goblins and hobgoblins polluting its western boundries and march on the capitol. Clear out the remnants of evil that keep it a cursed shadow of its former self. Alaria will rise again. I hope to be the one..."
 

Antithetist

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I hope to be the one..."
Halcyon nods, mental scales seeming to tip in favour of Artemis as he demonstrates a little humility. "Well spoken, friend. May you prove worthy of that charge - and if you do, may I be there to fight at your side. Would that I could raise a drink with you to our motherland."
 

H.M.Gimlord

Explorer
"I know when I'm out of my league friends,"
Mikara watches as the once confident warlord, takes his seat sulkily at his table.

The bartender shoots Mikara one of those, 'Now look what you've done' looks, and places a mug (a wooden one) on the bar.

"Barmaid!"
his eyes drill into Mikara, "Brew for table number 13!"

Mikara grabs the mug and frowns defiantly at the bartender, puffing up her bangs from behind her bottom lip like a child forced to apologize, and saunters over to Artemis' table, "So the man has neither soul nor spine. Stand up for yourself, boy!" she plants the mug in front of the dejected warrior, foam spilling over the side of the brim and cascading onto the table, "You're not half-bad looking for a human, but you could do with a little feminine advice," she sits down across from the table, "First," she continues with a completely platonic expression, "Never come on to a drunk elf (man or woman). You never know what you're going to get." She cracks a friendly smile, "Second, power demonstrated is worthy of a woman's respect. Power spoken of, is target for her ridicule." Her expression sincere, she adds, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I've got some baggage issues. Perhaps you know what I mean. Please join us at the table, and perhaps we can find a soul for you yet." She winks at the bartender and throws him an 'are you happy now' look.

[sblock=FourMonos]Sorry, I get too into the RPing sometimes, but I'm looking to tell a good story. No personal offense was meant, though I can totally see how I went overboard here.

Some history on Mikara, to help in RPing interactions:


By nature, Mikara is a fork-tongued, racist pain in the neck. If something witty and biting can be said, she'll find a way to say it (the crueler the better). In a fight, though, she'll have your back ;).

Her disfavor toward humans stems from the blighting of her home resulting from a relentless colonization of humans, forcing her people into seclusion, and herself into rebellion and instigation.[/sblock]
 

FourMonos

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The grin is back. The darkness seems to fade from his face, his eyes brighten up...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there good looking, I didn't say I was afraid. I'd march down the road to hell if that is what was called for... might have already done that a little bit, I think..."

Artemis stands, leading Mikara to the table of assembled juggernauts, "We should re-join the table so no one sees you taking advantage of me and bedding me so soon in our relationship..."

He keeps going so she doesn't get a chance to interrupt, he's rolling now the shadow has passed.

"There are times when we all feel challenged. Sure, you're excited... aroused even", he's talking to Halcyon but winks bawdily at Mikara, "There are times when we all aren't sure, but I'm here to tell you now, everyone, I will be there at your side to mount the situation. (winks) I'm there, solid as a strong, hefty spear, to pressure... to push... to fight on!"

He spins Mikara so she does a full circle and ends up sitting in the chair next to Halcyon. "But I'll tell you two things. First, I'll take all the help I can get saving my soul. Second, I'm easy." (winks)

[sblock=ooc] No worries H.M.Grimlord! I'm just RP'ing too. Definitely don't have any hurt feelings. Hate to ignore a substantial event in my characters (short lived) life. [/sblock]
 

CaBaNa

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Gil visibly shrinks an inch or two, It's not my Razor... and they plant trees to make paper... I know a farmer who... Gil notices most of the room snickering, and looks over just in time to see Prime's punchline, hehehe oh...

Realizing the atmosphere was lighter than he'd originally thought, Gil finds comfort in Mikara's laughter, smiling to himself. I already like this place better than home... is that, wrong? Gil finds the question just as disturbing as any possible answer.

Looking down at his notes, Gil notices the amount of new information he'd need to study had grown considerably since Mikara had entered. Philosophy lesson, history lesson, life lesson, Gil was just trying to keep up at this point.

Right... Take back Allaria... Save soul... Easy... Shaking his head, he rereads the notes, Um... the wizard thinks twice and decides not to ask the question. Fight on, got it.
 

LogicsFate

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Looking down at his notes, Gil notices the amount of new information he'd need to study had grown considerably since Mikara had entered. Philosophy lesson, history lesson, life lesson, Gil was just trying to keep up at this point.
Queen leans over and glances at Gil's notes. Perhaps you should make a new heading for an Anatomy Lesson, We believe the male wishes to copulate.
 

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