Island Empire, Part III, The Lich's Curse

[Leif]

Gnurl Whiskerling hp76/76,AC23

Gnurl gasps at the outlandish audacity of this man! "Let me see if I understand you fully, O Great Count. You have 'graciously invited' us here, plied us with a delicious meal, superb wine, and memorable sweets only to tempt us into agreeing so submit to something as preposterous as your hunt? You, Sir, are truly mad. Mad, mad, mad, and I say again: MAD! But, since you seem to have us over a barrel, and I know that my good friend Geoffrey will not stand for the sacrifice of his crewmen under these or any other circumstances, for my part, I say, 'Let the games begin!' "

"Oh, one more thing Count: You seem to have great faith in your ability to successfully conclude this hunt. You might do well to revise that notion, because I can virtually promise you that even in the unlikely event that you manage to survive, you will no longer enjoy meals such as the one you have just provided for us. No, Sir, you will be drinking all of your meals through a straw at best."

 

[Scotley]

The count smiles and claps the Gnome on the shoulder. "That is a most excellent spirit sir! I hope you'll manage to enjoy this. You may well turn the tables on me and the hunter become the hunted. I look forward to a most rousing and challenging evening. Best of luck to you." The old Orc, Oolag also gets up and wishes you all a good hunt. The nephew, Wilhelm is more subdued, but clearly excited as well. He also bids you good hunting. Somewhere deep in the undercroft of the house a dog gives a howl of anticipation or excitement.

 

[Lou]

Zurrik Odeil

Zurrik smiles at Gnurl's outburst. This is going about as well as I expected, thinks Zurrik. What will the others say? If I knew these men better, I'd be tempted to just start blasting right now.

 

[Leif]

Gnurl Whiskerling hp76/76,AC23

Gnurl avoids the Count's touch deftly, and withdraws out of his reach. "No offense intended, really, but this Gnome don't play that game!"

 

[Scotley]

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

H'Roosh

A test of skill, then. A chance to redeem myself after the disgrace of succumbing to the temptation of the sea creature.

"Very well, sir, I accept your challenge. Though if your desire is truly a fair hunt - a test of your skills against ours - you should forego the use of your hounds. Else you are relying on their abilities rather than on your own. As well, they throw the numbers in your favor."

 

[Scotley]

The Count seems to consider H'Roosh's suggestion seriously. "Your suggestion has merit, but I must reject it. My gameskeepers are far inferior to your own skills, even noble Oolag would not be a fair match for the weakest among you. The hounds merely balance this inequity."

He looks in turn from Radoon to Zurrik and finally to Geoffrey. "Two have agreed, what say the rest of you? Please gentlemen, the time you waste in consideration is time that you could use before midnight."

 

[Leif]

Gnurl Whiskerling hp76/76,AC23

Gnurl looks somewhat affronted, and says, "Take careful note, Crazy Count," (OOC: Count Chocula?) (IC: ) "that my agreement to your Scheme of Utter Insanity is conditioned upon the Noble Geoffrey's agreement to same! The crewmen that you kidnapped were in his employ. If he feels no cumpulsion to go through with this exercise, then neither do I!"

 

[mleibrock]

busy

OOC - Scott, I will get a post up tonight, sorry i have been really busy the past couple days.

 

[J. Alexander]

The Hunt

bowing his head Geoffrey says "I have no other choice but to agree to your terms but I would ask the following" Gesturing to the party he says "It is not fair to ask these men to risk life and limb for members of my crew....if it is possible i ask that they be given a pass on this test...the second..I request that i be allowed to send several letters to my ship"