Ptolus- Palace of the Silver Princess (Campy)

[Erekose13]

A little uncertain how to act when Mabs plays with his hat and beard, Thym stands stock still, like a deer caught in headlights. His expression changes to complete relief when they move on to grab their alcohol and when they go into a trance he listens, but he also takes his hat back. The hat with its curled goat horns covers his balding head and scragly long hair (thin on top).

He nods to Guy and says, "Shadows quicken in the light of truth. We should be off, to dally here when presented such would be akin to goblin wine." As usual his metaphors seem completely off, though goblin wine is truely a waste of good grapes when one ponders it.

 

[TheMagician]

"That's right, gents. We ought to get a move on. But first, it might be wise to work out a few plans of attack," says Samuel, more out of habbit than anything: following plans is not his forte. "By the way, Thym, you've never actually tasted goblin wine, hey?"

 

[Mista Collins]

Quickly following the debonair Guy and the others, Carl's outfit suddenly matches Renard's. Grabbing his fluffy hat with feather and all, Carl bows to the ladies with a sweep of the hat.. "It twas a pleasure.For I look forward to the days to hearing your lovely voices once more."

Once outside, Carl looks to the others with a smile. "They seemed nice."

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Thorg, rather lost in what passes for thought with him, forgets to even order his drink. "They had goblin wine? Oh, stupid me, I forgot to drink!" Dejectedly yet purposefully, he continues with his friends up toward the ruined castle.

He then brightens. "That's okay, I can make a goblin wine! You grab a goblin, pick him up and shout, and he whines. But you can't drink that kind of wine. I'm thirsty."

He reaches back, and pulls out his jug. It is a crude, misshapen thing, shaped more like a cow's stomach than an amphora, and with "Torg Thog Thorg" scrawled across its surface. He slurps out the last bits of water from it, and looks inside.

He holds his jug out high. "Oh Pelor, I'm really thirsty right now, could you please help?" He looks again in his jug and smiles. "Thank you." He drinks.

"Does anyone else want some water? It is always good to drink water after beer and wine."

[sblock=ooc]Thorg casts Create Water.

Level 0: Resistance, Guidance, Create Water, Light, Detect Poison
Level 1: Protection from Evil, Enlarge Person, Magic Weapon, Detect Evil, Shield of Faith
Level 2: Bull's Strength, Spiritual Weapon, Resist Energy, Heat Metal

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[Deuce Traveler]

You decide to leave the town and continue your adventure... quickly.

As you travel closer to the palace, a trail untouched by the red glow appears. The trail leads directly to the entrance way of the palace. The main entrance into the palace is the only part of the palace that does not glow red. The massive barred portcullis which usually blocks the entrance is raised.

Your party startles a rat near the entrance. It darts out into the glowing red area, and suddenly stops, shakes a bit, and then dies. You notice that other small, unfortunate animals lie dead inside the area covered by the red glow.

You also see a robed corpse lying halfway off the trail and partially in an area of red. It looks like it was the glow itself that killed him. A creature sits on one of his boots, which looks like a small elf with crimson wings. It would appear attractive, except for its large head and bulbous nose and the smell of brimstone. That and the little creature is smoking a tiny cigar. "What? Haven't you ever seen a pixie before," it asks in irritation.

 

[TheMagician]

Samuel calmly eyes the diminutive creature, unphased. "No, I have not. What happened to the fellow you're sitting on, if I may ask?"

[sblock=OOC] I'd like to make a spellcraft check to see if I can get any information on the red glow, here it is: 17 [/sblock]

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Renard reluctantly gets up from the taproom table and even more reluctantly releases Tabs. When the lovely young thing grabs his bow and plucks it as a lute, Renard makes no move to stop her; to the contrary, the fox starts to reach for an arrow from his quiver, saying, "Here, use this pointy stick to--" When Carl morphs into a foxsuit, Ren voicibly objects, "HEY! That's my schtick! You're the apple-cheeked and barefoot tribute to Tolkien, Thym's the vacant-eyed mystic, Guy du Maupasant here's the swashbuckling charmer, and Samuel's...just what the devil stereotype are you, Sammy?" Renard shakes his head, distracted. "No matter! As I was saying, Carl, you can't steal my identity like that! Nor my woman!" The fox sheepishly collects his bow from Tabs, then darts out somewhat belatedly to tail after the others.

When the Happy Birthdays cross paths with the "pixie," Renard says somewhat dubiously, "You don't look like an ooze." The fox pokes the small cigar-smoking creature. "And you don't feel like an ooze. Do you smell like an ooze?" Ren leans in for a whiff then jerks his furred snout away, a bit of his muzzle singed. "Nope. Don't smell like one either. The only question that remains is whether you taste like an ooze." Renard smiles a diabolical toothy grin and leans in to bite the pixie, then frowns, disappointed. "Oh, wait. I don't have a bite attack. No matter!" Ren dances backward, away from the brimstone-smelling creature, and fits an arrow to his bowstring. Drawing a bead on the pixie, Renard waits for the others to query the creature or act.

 

[Erekose13]

"Vacant eyes are sometimes those with the most acquity." replies Thym in a serious voice even though his sentence is obviously contradictory.

 

[Mista Collins]

Back into his normal form, Carl laughs at Renard as they follow the others. "Don't worry, I'll imitate everyone else's schtick."

Once the pixie introduces himself, Carl goes into a small rant. "I saw a pixie once. Well it really wasn't just one, there was a group of four of them. They were performing at The Blind Pig. They put on a good show. Besides the long history my family has in entertaining, I found most my inspiration from this group of pixies. The way Black Francis voice sounded to the tune of Santiago's lute was amazing. Plus the guys first name is Black. How cool is that? My first name is Carl. I thought about changing it to a verb once, or even an adjective. But in the end I couldn't decide on one."

Looking at the pixie and seeing the wings, Carl continues. "But these pixies weren't faeries."

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The 'pixie' first responds to Samuel's question with a sigh, "That used to be my master, Cassus the Curious. I really gotta ask myself why magic-users even bother getting themselves familiars. I mean, it's not like we're just accessories. We've got brains, we do. I says to him, 'Master, I don't think you should put your hand in that red glow', and he says 'Oh, I just want to see what effects it has. I'll most likely resist any ill sorcery. Besides, what's the worse that can happen?' Well, you see the results. Any of you spellslingers looking for an out of work familiar? I work for cigars and cheap whiskey." After the bard's comment he adds dryly, "But I don't sing or dance."

He looks at the group hopefully, then looks puzzled by Thym's statement, until Renard teases him with teeth and arrow.

"Oh, I see. Pick on the pixie because he's different and smells like the abyss. You think it was easy growing up with mixed parentage? Go ahead and have your fun, but remember that I've got me rights I do, and when I get to Ptolus some guy with influence will hear about this, I promise." He looks around nervously as Renard doesn't seem convinced. "I'm friends with the Iron Mage," he lies badly to you.