Iconics Green Room and OOC Thread. (Adoring fans welcome; no fighting allowed.)

[Alhandra]

Nebin checks out the anima bimbet Hey Babe ever do it Gnome style ?

*to Deedlit*
"Well, you know what they say about a guy with a big nose....

And honey - Nebin's nose is frickin' HUGE.

Mialee - here's one for you, meant in good fun:

Pointy-eared elf mage
Don't leave home without cotton
Elf rack tiny ; big brain

 

[Nebin]

Thanks Al, but I thought we weren't going to talk about the hot tub party at last years GenCon again ? I mean it was great and all that but you know Lidda get's all weird about it now that she's about "Due" . BTW when are y'all going to have the shower so I'll know to NOT be at the house ?

Lil Halfling with big tummy
All a tweeter with nesting
lil Quaterling or Half gnome ?

 

[Krusk]

There once was a sexy Halfling,
Who shacked up with a Gnome for a fling.
When he dived 'tween her legs,
She got herself pregs.
Nine months later out popped a Gnomeling.

 

[Regdar]

Bah, don't make Regdar brain you!

Bah, Nebin you don't talk about Regdar's little sister that way!

 

[Mialee]

Geeeeee, Alhandra, thanks for knocking my rack "in good fun". Is this revenge for the "butch haircut" thing?

Krusk! You should be ashamed of yourself- getting so graphic about these things here. This may be the Iconic Green Room, but we still have the "adoring fans welcome" to come in. They don't need to read your smut!

Besides, you know the halfling gestation period is seven months..

Hey everyone- I'm now 20% more famous. Check out my article at nutkinland.com.

 

[Devis]

I refuse to enter into any speculations about the racks of any of my fellow iconics. Each and everyone of you is beautiful in your own right. But if we could never mention Nebin and the copulatory act in the same sentence again, I'd be very happy.

Some of us do this on our lunch hour, you know.

 

[Conaill]

[A jangling of keys is heard just outside the door. A hobgoblin in rent-a-goon uniform sticks his head in.]

You's guys still ere? I jus lockt da front gate alf an hour ago. Nobody tole me about no night shoot. Who's in charge ere?

 

[Conaill]

Hey, you dere! Wake up!

[The night guard bumps Regdar, who seems to have nodded off with a half-finished bottle of Sam Adams still firmly clutched in his hand]

 

[Conaill]

[The night guard speaks into a little black box he took from his belt.]

No sir, couldn't wake'em up. Musta been quite a party here. Dey all stink of beer, specially the big 'un.

Shall I jus leave em ere? I tink they'se signed up for dat big new studio in de mornin anyways.

 

[gamecat]

A tall human, 6'3, wearing a red hooded tunic, black pants and a crushed red velvet cloak swaggers in. A finely crafted longsword, with stylized chimera hilt hangs at his side. A silver pin of a blue dragon-headed chimera gleams brightly on his left lapel. It is clear he is the most important thing in this world...

"Guard your wives and daughters, Westenberger the Jovial, heir to the Westenbergers, Captain of the Cambion, Lord of Spelljammers and High Devotee of Zagyg is here. While we rest on the topic of racks, [gestures to Mialee] does Hennet's perennial nippliness kill you all? I could open a bottle on those...ack..."

Regaining his composure, Westenberger once-overs the security guard and realizes he's not on stage...

Chagrined, Westenberger continues running his trap.

Burning Crimson Font
Extremely Bloated Ego
Damn he annoys