Spatzimaus
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Sagiro's Story Hour Returns (new thread started on 5/18/08)
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Ryan Koppenhaver
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Yay, indeed!
Piratecat said:Sagiro is SUCH A RAT BASTARD! What a frikkin' stinker. After Naradawk teleported in and offered the company tea and cookies, he let us stew in our own juices for hours while we tried and tried to decide what the catch was. And after all that, we finally figured out that the emperor was just a really nice guy, after all!
Okay, it sounds less impressive in this form, but let me tell you - we pelted him with objects from across the table and threatened to take away his Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood collector's edition DVD set. Auggh!
Sagiro
Rodent of Uncertain Parentage
Sheesh. To think I'd live to see the day when my players would pelt me with bread loaves.
Here's the last installment before tonight's run. It'll take some time to transcribe the latest game from tape, and I'm going away for the weekend, so this'll be the last update for a while.
Sagiro’s Story Hour, Part 190
Kay and Aravis help slide the contents of a healing potion down Dranko’s throat. He coughs up some water and his breathing becomes regular, but still he is unconscious. Only a foot or two above them the air remains filled with small chunks of flying iron.
“Kibi!” calls Ernie, heaving at the door. “Do you think Scree could help us get through the tower door now?”
“Do you think we want to try getting the door open before we heal up?” asks Morningstar.
“We don’t want Eigomic to see that we’ve gotten in,” adds Kibi.
“I agree,” says Aravis. “We should only go in if we first dispatch Eigomic.”
“Dispatch him?” barks Step, lifting his head. “He surrendered!”
Kibi dismisses his wall of force and activates his Ioun Stone of tongues. He moves so that he can see Eigomic, just in case the giantish Keeper tries to flee.
“Eigomic!” calls the dwarf.
“What’s that?” shouts Eigomic. He cannot see the source of the voice, since Kibi is invisible.
“It’s a dwarf,” says Kibi, trying to sound menacing. “So don’t try to flee.”
“I have to get out of this… spell… or I’ll die,” growls Eigomic, swatting at the iron bits.
“Then come towards my voice,” Kibi instructs.
Eigomic limps out of the iron storm toward Kibi. Between them, deflated on the ground, is the dead beholder. The Keeper stares at it.
“You… killed it.” His voice is soft with awe and confusion.
“It attacked us,” says Kibi.
“Simplistic,” mutters Ernie, “but true.”
“Just tell us,” says Kibi, “who are the prophets who saw the descent?”
“Who? What are you talking about?” snaps Eigomic.
“Is there a password to get into this… thing?” asks Kibi, pointing to the tower.
“I don’t know!” says Eigomic angrily.
Morningstar ducks under the iron storm and casts heal on Dranko. Her fiancee opens his eyes and sees her kneeling over him.
“Baby,” he says weakly, “you make everything better.”
Morningstar smiles at him, crawls out from under the sphere of filings, and casts detect thoughts on Eigomic. To her surprise, it works. She starts reading his surface thoughts, searching for discrepancies as Kibi interrogates him.
“Is there more than one floating master, or is that the only one?” asks Kibi, pointing at the dead beholder.
“I only saw it once, but I don’t think there is more than one,” answers Eigomic.
“So why did you have all the other giants guarding this statue?” asks Kibi.
“It is my solemn duty to guard the statue from anyone,” says the Keeper.
“Duty to whom?
“To the Floating Master.”
“The Floating Master told you to guard it?” presses Kibi.
“Well, technically the previous Keeper told me.”
“Oh,” says Kibi. Morningstar nods her head, indicating that all of this is the truth, so far as she can tell.
“So, er,” says Kibi, “do you know anything about the key that was in your basement?”
“Ah, the key… which you murdered my people to get,” snarls Eigomic.
Kibi looks discomfited but presses on.
“Do you know what it’s for?” he asks.
“No. I was charged to keep it safe. And I thought I had.”
The Keeper glares at the watery outline of the invisible dwarf before him.
“Why did you come here?” he cries. “Why have you killed my folk?”
“Well… er…” says Kibi at a loss. “We did warn you giants not to engage in fighting with us. I understand you thought it was your duty to protect the statue. But it’s our duty to save the universe, and that involves getting inside that statue.”
“I saw the bodies in my study,” says Eigomic angrily. “One of them was mutilated, and the other was unconscious and near death, slumped in a chair! You took them by surprise. Did you give them the opportunity to surrender?”
A light rumble of thunder sounds far overhead. The sleet continues to come down. Kibi, shamed, has no answer for Eigomic. Uncomfortable seconds tick by.
“It seems I have no choice but to get rid of you as soon as possible,” says Eigomic wearily. “What do you need from me?”
“The password,” says Kibi.
“What password?”
Morningstar gestures that the Keeper truly doesn’t know.
“The Floating Master asked us questions when we wanted to get into the statue,” says Kibi.
“I see,” sneers Eigomic. “No doubt you did not answer them, and so were forced to kill him.”
“Do you know what the Chosen Ones are?” asks Kibi doggedly.
“No. The Floating Master did not tell us things we do not need to know. We are to guard the statue of the Great Floating Master.”
“What do you get out of this?” asks Kibi. “What’s in it for you, to do what the Master asks?”
“The Keepers live to serve!” explodes Eigomic. “There needs to be nothing in it for me. I do my duty because I must.
Morningstar picks up an additional surface thought from the giant. He mentally adds: “and because given what a pain those little ones are, a big one could wipe out my whole city if we didn’t do as it asks…”
“If we promise to do no more harm to your people, will you promise not to interfere with us entering the statue?” asks Kibi.
“Entering the statue?” asks Eigomic, as if he doesn’t quite get the concept. “It’s… it’s a statue.
“Do you promise?” presses Kibi.
“And what assurances do I have that I won’t have twenty more dead fellows tomorrow?”
Kibi thinks for a moment.
“We could kill you now,” he points out. “But we are choosing not to.”
“I suggest for your own sake that you don’t kill me now,” says Eigomic. “When my fellows discover my death, the people of my city will stop at nothing to hunt you down. I know you’re powerful. I don’t know that you’re powerful enough to withstand that!”
Mentally he adds: ”Of course, maybe they are…”
“We’re not going to make a first strike against you if you neither hinder us nor attack us,” says Kibi.
“When you enter the statue, is it likely to harm my people or my city?” Or myself, more importantly.
Morningstar shakes her head.
“No, not if you’re not in this courtyard,” promises Kibi.
“It seems I have no choice,” says Eigomic. “How long do you need?”
“Two days,” says Kibi.
“Fine,” says Eigomic. He’s thinking: I assume there’s only one Floating Master, but if I try to summon him again, maybe another one will come…”
Morningstar shares this thought with Kibi in Charagan common.
“How do you summon the Floating Master?” asks Kibi.
“I don’t summon the Floating Master,” Eigomic lies. “He simply knows when there’s trouble.”
Morningstar laughs.
“It’s not a good idea to lie to us,” says Kibi gravely.
Eigomic glares at him.
“I use an amulet,” he mumbles. “I don’t know how it works. I summoned the Floating Master when you started the trouble.”
“Don’t summon another one,” says Kibi. Then he thinks better of this plan, and adds: “And in order for us to be sure you won’t, you must leave the amulet with us.”
Eigomic reaches under his furs and pulls out a chain with a small attached beholder figurine. He tosses it down near Kibi’s feet. He’s thinking: Now I’d better hope there aren’t any more, because if there are, I’m in big, big trouble.
“Is there anything else I should ask him?” says Kibi to the rest of the Company.
“Ask him if he thinks I’m sexy,” says Dranko. Kibi wisely ignores him.
“We will keep you at your word,” says Kibi to the giant. "We will not harm you if you do not interfere with us.”
“May I heal myself?” asks Eigomic. “Don’t be alarmed. I’m going to cast a spell.”
“A healing spell?” asks Kibi.
“Yes.”
Eigomic chants a brief prayer and some of his wounds close up.
“Now, may I bring in others of my kind to carry out the dead?”
“Yes, of course,” says Kibi.
“I should also bury the Floating Master,” adds Eigomic.
“You can do that soon,” says Kibi, knowing that Morningstar will want to interrogate the corpse.
“Soon? soon?” cries Eigomic. “You intend to desecrate the body of the Floating Master?”
“No,” says Kibi. “We will not touch the body.”
At least that last part is true.
“If you’re not going to touch the body,” says Eigomic, “I would like to take it for burial.”
“You can take it for burial in one hour,” says Kibi flatly.
“Will you at least allow us to drag it beneath the balcony so it does not continue to get pelted wit sleet?”
“Yes, of course.”
Eigomic barks orders to the surviving giants.
“You! And you! Drag the body of that… that large tundra eye over there, out of the rain.”
They do.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” says the Keeper, “I’ll need to get some workers in here to help take care of my dead.”
* *
Half an hour later the courtyard has been cleared of corpses and the Company is left alone with the dead beholder. They discuss what questions they want to put to the corpse.
When they are decided, Morningstar casts her spell. The body heaves to “life.” Eyestalks wiggle. The creature slurps a fraudulent breath.
“I hate this spell,” says Ernie.
“Floating Master, old buddy,” says Morningstar. “How do we get into the tower?”
“You need a key,” says the beholder in its wet, bubbly voice. Then, after a pause, it adds: “And a password.”
“What is the password?” asks Morningstar.
“I cannot remember the password,” says the beholder.
Crap!
“What questions do you ask to determine if people trying to get inside the tower are the Chosen?”
“I ask: ‘Speak the treasure that none have found.’ I ask: ‘Name the prophets who saw the descent.’ And I ask: ‘Tell the lie that the first God spoke.’”
“What are the answers to these questions,” demands Morningstar.
“True enlightenment. Garlang and Zoya. You are free.”
“Wow, that’s cynical!” comments Ernie.
“What hazards will we encounter within the tower?” Morningstar asks.
“I have no idea,” answers the Floating Master. “I’ve never been inside.”
With her final question, Morningstar asks: “How can we learn the password?”
The corpse jiggles, like it’s laughing.
“Heh, heh, heh. Ask someone who knows!”
With a gurgling hiss, the beholder deflates again and lies motionless on the grass.
…to be continued…
Here's the last installment before tonight's run. It'll take some time to transcribe the latest game from tape, and I'm going away for the weekend, so this'll be the last update for a while.
Sagiro’s Story Hour, Part 190
Kay and Aravis help slide the contents of a healing potion down Dranko’s throat. He coughs up some water and his breathing becomes regular, but still he is unconscious. Only a foot or two above them the air remains filled with small chunks of flying iron.
“Kibi!” calls Ernie, heaving at the door. “Do you think Scree could help us get through the tower door now?”
“Do you think we want to try getting the door open before we heal up?” asks Morningstar.
“We don’t want Eigomic to see that we’ve gotten in,” adds Kibi.
“I agree,” says Aravis. “We should only go in if we first dispatch Eigomic.”
“Dispatch him?” barks Step, lifting his head. “He surrendered!”
Kibi dismisses his wall of force and activates his Ioun Stone of tongues. He moves so that he can see Eigomic, just in case the giantish Keeper tries to flee.
“Eigomic!” calls the dwarf.
“What’s that?” shouts Eigomic. He cannot see the source of the voice, since Kibi is invisible.
“It’s a dwarf,” says Kibi, trying to sound menacing. “So don’t try to flee.”
“I have to get out of this… spell… or I’ll die,” growls Eigomic, swatting at the iron bits.
“Then come towards my voice,” Kibi instructs.
Eigomic limps out of the iron storm toward Kibi. Between them, deflated on the ground, is the dead beholder. The Keeper stares at it.
“You… killed it.” His voice is soft with awe and confusion.
“It attacked us,” says Kibi.
“Simplistic,” mutters Ernie, “but true.”
“Just tell us,” says Kibi, “who are the prophets who saw the descent?”
“Who? What are you talking about?” snaps Eigomic.
“Is there a password to get into this… thing?” asks Kibi, pointing to the tower.
“I don’t know!” says Eigomic angrily.
Morningstar ducks under the iron storm and casts heal on Dranko. Her fiancee opens his eyes and sees her kneeling over him.
“Baby,” he says weakly, “you make everything better.”
Morningstar smiles at him, crawls out from under the sphere of filings, and casts detect thoughts on Eigomic. To her surprise, it works. She starts reading his surface thoughts, searching for discrepancies as Kibi interrogates him.
“Is there more than one floating master, or is that the only one?” asks Kibi, pointing at the dead beholder.
“I only saw it once, but I don’t think there is more than one,” answers Eigomic.
“So why did you have all the other giants guarding this statue?” asks Kibi.
“It is my solemn duty to guard the statue from anyone,” says the Keeper.
“Duty to whom?
“To the Floating Master.”
“The Floating Master told you to guard it?” presses Kibi.
“Well, technically the previous Keeper told me.”
“Oh,” says Kibi. Morningstar nods her head, indicating that all of this is the truth, so far as she can tell.
“So, er,” says Kibi, “do you know anything about the key that was in your basement?”
“Ah, the key… which you murdered my people to get,” snarls Eigomic.
Kibi looks discomfited but presses on.
“Do you know what it’s for?” he asks.
“No. I was charged to keep it safe. And I thought I had.”
The Keeper glares at the watery outline of the invisible dwarf before him.
“Why did you come here?” he cries. “Why have you killed my folk?”
“Well… er…” says Kibi at a loss. “We did warn you giants not to engage in fighting with us. I understand you thought it was your duty to protect the statue. But it’s our duty to save the universe, and that involves getting inside that statue.”
“I saw the bodies in my study,” says Eigomic angrily. “One of them was mutilated, and the other was unconscious and near death, slumped in a chair! You took them by surprise. Did you give them the opportunity to surrender?”
A light rumble of thunder sounds far overhead. The sleet continues to come down. Kibi, shamed, has no answer for Eigomic. Uncomfortable seconds tick by.
“It seems I have no choice but to get rid of you as soon as possible,” says Eigomic wearily. “What do you need from me?”
“The password,” says Kibi.
“What password?”
Morningstar gestures that the Keeper truly doesn’t know.
“The Floating Master asked us questions when we wanted to get into the statue,” says Kibi.
“I see,” sneers Eigomic. “No doubt you did not answer them, and so were forced to kill him.”
“Do you know what the Chosen Ones are?” asks Kibi doggedly.
“No. The Floating Master did not tell us things we do not need to know. We are to guard the statue of the Great Floating Master.”
“What do you get out of this?” asks Kibi. “What’s in it for you, to do what the Master asks?”
“The Keepers live to serve!” explodes Eigomic. “There needs to be nothing in it for me. I do my duty because I must.
Morningstar picks up an additional surface thought from the giant. He mentally adds: “and because given what a pain those little ones are, a big one could wipe out my whole city if we didn’t do as it asks…”
“If we promise to do no more harm to your people, will you promise not to interfere with us entering the statue?” asks Kibi.
“Entering the statue?” asks Eigomic, as if he doesn’t quite get the concept. “It’s… it’s a statue.
“Do you promise?” presses Kibi.
“And what assurances do I have that I won’t have twenty more dead fellows tomorrow?”
Kibi thinks for a moment.
“We could kill you now,” he points out. “But we are choosing not to.”
“I suggest for your own sake that you don’t kill me now,” says Eigomic. “When my fellows discover my death, the people of my city will stop at nothing to hunt you down. I know you’re powerful. I don’t know that you’re powerful enough to withstand that!”
Mentally he adds: ”Of course, maybe they are…”
“We’re not going to make a first strike against you if you neither hinder us nor attack us,” says Kibi.
“When you enter the statue, is it likely to harm my people or my city?” Or myself, more importantly.
Morningstar shakes her head.
“No, not if you’re not in this courtyard,” promises Kibi.
“It seems I have no choice,” says Eigomic. “How long do you need?”
“Two days,” says Kibi.
“Fine,” says Eigomic. He’s thinking: I assume there’s only one Floating Master, but if I try to summon him again, maybe another one will come…”
Morningstar shares this thought with Kibi in Charagan common.
“How do you summon the Floating Master?” asks Kibi.
“I don’t summon the Floating Master,” Eigomic lies. “He simply knows when there’s trouble.”
Morningstar laughs.
“It’s not a good idea to lie to us,” says Kibi gravely.
Eigomic glares at him.
“I use an amulet,” he mumbles. “I don’t know how it works. I summoned the Floating Master when you started the trouble.”
“Don’t summon another one,” says Kibi. Then he thinks better of this plan, and adds: “And in order for us to be sure you won’t, you must leave the amulet with us.”
Eigomic reaches under his furs and pulls out a chain with a small attached beholder figurine. He tosses it down near Kibi’s feet. He’s thinking: Now I’d better hope there aren’t any more, because if there are, I’m in big, big trouble.
“Is there anything else I should ask him?” says Kibi to the rest of the Company.
“Ask him if he thinks I’m sexy,” says Dranko. Kibi wisely ignores him.
“We will keep you at your word,” says Kibi to the giant. "We will not harm you if you do not interfere with us.”
“May I heal myself?” asks Eigomic. “Don’t be alarmed. I’m going to cast a spell.”
“A healing spell?” asks Kibi.
“Yes.”
Eigomic chants a brief prayer and some of his wounds close up.
“Now, may I bring in others of my kind to carry out the dead?”
“Yes, of course,” says Kibi.
“I should also bury the Floating Master,” adds Eigomic.
“You can do that soon,” says Kibi, knowing that Morningstar will want to interrogate the corpse.
“Soon? soon?” cries Eigomic. “You intend to desecrate the body of the Floating Master?”
“No,” says Kibi. “We will not touch the body.”
At least that last part is true.
“If you’re not going to touch the body,” says Eigomic, “I would like to take it for burial.”
“You can take it for burial in one hour,” says Kibi flatly.
“Will you at least allow us to drag it beneath the balcony so it does not continue to get pelted wit sleet?”
“Yes, of course.”
Eigomic barks orders to the surviving giants.
“You! And you! Drag the body of that… that large tundra eye over there, out of the rain.”
They do.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” says the Keeper, “I’ll need to get some workers in here to help take care of my dead.”
* *
Half an hour later the courtyard has been cleared of corpses and the Company is left alone with the dead beholder. They discuss what questions they want to put to the corpse.
When they are decided, Morningstar casts her spell. The body heaves to “life.” Eyestalks wiggle. The creature slurps a fraudulent breath.
“I hate this spell,” says Ernie.
“Floating Master, old buddy,” says Morningstar. “How do we get into the tower?”
“You need a key,” says the beholder in its wet, bubbly voice. Then, after a pause, it adds: “And a password.”
“What is the password?” asks Morningstar.
“I cannot remember the password,” says the beholder.
Crap!
“What questions do you ask to determine if people trying to get inside the tower are the Chosen?”
“I ask: ‘Speak the treasure that none have found.’ I ask: ‘Name the prophets who saw the descent.’ And I ask: ‘Tell the lie that the first God spoke.’”
“What are the answers to these questions,” demands Morningstar.
“True enlightenment. Garlang and Zoya. You are free.”
“Wow, that’s cynical!” comments Ernie.
“What hazards will we encounter within the tower?” Morningstar asks.
“I have no idea,” answers the Floating Master. “I’ve never been inside.”
With her final question, Morningstar asks: “How can we learn the password?”
The corpse jiggles, like it’s laughing.
“Heh, heh, heh. Ask someone who knows!”
With a gurgling hiss, the beholder deflates again and lies motionless on the grass.
…to be continued…
Redwald
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Divination sinks in the courtyard
Maybe I'm stupid, but what happened to the Diviniation Sinks in the courtyard of the Great Floating Master statue?
When the Company first assailed the tower they made a giant turn one around so they had a region where they could use divinations. But when Eigomic showed up, he had the giants turn the stone back around.
How come the company was able to use Rary's Telepathic Bond and Tounges spells and spell effects in the courtyard this time? What did I miss? If I recall correctly, in the city (can't remember the name -- the city of perpetual twilight where Grey Wolf nearly died) divinations, including Rary's Telepathic Bond, were suppressed by the big amplified Divination Sink as if by an anti-magic field (incidentally, I'm not sure why Rary's Telepathic Bond is any more of a divination than message or magic mouth are. But that's an argument for another forum
).
[EDIT: stupid me didn't finish my sentence after "nearly died)"]
[EDIT: edited again because I couldn't preview by previous incoherent edit]
Maybe I'm stupid, but what happened to the Diviniation Sinks in the courtyard of the Great Floating Master statue?
When the Company first assailed the tower they made a giant turn one around so they had a region where they could use divinations. But when Eigomic showed up, he had the giants turn the stone back around.
How come the company was able to use Rary's Telepathic Bond and Tounges spells and spell effects in the courtyard this time? What did I miss? If I recall correctly, in the city (can't remember the name -- the city of perpetual twilight where Grey Wolf nearly died) divinations, including Rary's Telepathic Bond, were suppressed by the big amplified Divination Sink as if by an anti-magic field (incidentally, I'm not sure why Rary's Telepathic Bond is any more of a divination than message or magic mouth are. But that's an argument for another forum
).[EDIT: stupid me didn't finish my sentence after "nearly died)"]
[EDIT: edited again because I couldn't preview by previous incoherent edit]
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Sagiro
Rodent of Uncertain Parentage
Re: Divination sinks in the courtyard
-Sagiro
Oops... forgot to mention... after Eigomic surrendered, the Company turned (or had the giants turn) the Sinks around again. (Perhaps one of my players remembers the details; I know at some point they assured me they had gotten them turned around...) As for the telepathic bond working during the fight... must have been a glitch in the matrix. Ah well. In short, you may be stupid, but you're not as stupid as I am!Redwald said:
-Sagiro
Redwald
First Post
Re: Re: Divination sinks in the courtyard
Ah, that explains it. You're so busy telling a wonderful story that you, and maybe your players, sometimes forget little details.
That's perfectly fine with me. It's been a long time since I had a chance to actually play with people, but I remember make minor mistakes like that. As long as everyone's having fun, you just keep moving on. Also, if you feel a particularly egregious error was made you could just retcon it for the purposes of the Story Hour. Folks like me wouldn't mind, I'm sure.
Well, I'll go back to lurk mode now. I will anxiously await the next installment, and continue to be very, very jealous of your players. I personally wouldn't trade your creativity and RBDMness for all the rules-meticulousness in the world. Someday maybe we'll have really good DM's assistant programs to keep track of the piddly details for us.
Smiley overload!
Sagiro said:
Oops... forgot to mention... after Eigomic surrendered, the Company turned (or had the giants turn) the Sinks around again. (Perhaps one of my players remembers the details; I know at some point they assured me they had gotten them turned around...) As for the telepathic bond working during the fight... must have been a glitch in the matrix. Ah well. In short, you may be stupid, but you're not as stupid as I am!
-Sagiro
Ah, that explains it. You're so busy telling a wonderful story that you, and maybe your players, sometimes forget little details.
That's perfectly fine with me. It's been a long time since I had a chance to actually play with people, but I remember make minor mistakes like that. As long as everyone's having fun, you just keep moving on. Also, if you feel a particularly egregious error was made you could just retcon it for the purposes of the Story Hour. Folks like me wouldn't mind, I'm sure.
Well, I'll go back to lurk mode now. I will anxiously await the next installment, and continue to be very, very jealous of your players.
I personally wouldn't trade your creativity and RBDMness for all the rules-meticulousness in the world. Someday maybe we'll have really good DM's assistant programs to keep track of the piddly details for us.Smiley overload!
KidCthulhu said:
Looking at an atlas, I don't think I can run much further away. And if I'm already condemned, well...
(If you feel like singing along, click here...
)ERNIE:
I am the very model of a halfling personality,
I like to cook and like to eat, for food's my speciality.
I keep the party happily provisioned when we're travelling;
I like to meet new people, so adventuring is just my thing.
I'm three foot tall and three foot wide and plate-mail-clad from head to toe;
I'm not the best at stealth or speed in dangerous places where we go;
Still, when it comes to whupping ass I'm confident I make the grade:
(pause)
My portion size is small but Sunder Kneecap is my stock-in-trade...
THE COMPANY:
His portion size is small but Sunder Kneecap is his stock-in-trade,
His portion size is small but Sunder Kneecap is his stock-in-trade,
His portion size is small but Sunder Kneecap is his stock, his stock-in-trade...
ERNIE:
I'm cheerful as a rule but can be doughy when I'm roused, you see;
"Gosh darn it all to heck!" I'll swear when things aren't going right for me.
In short (hah!) and despite all of my individuality,
I am the very model of a halfling personality.
THE COMPANY:
In short (hah!) and despite all of his individuality,
He is the very model of a halfling personality.
ERNIE:
It seems that I'm the Focus 'cos my middle name is "Wilburforce";
I don't know what it means, but I suppose I'll find out in due course.
I've fought against all kinds of things from rats and bats to orcs and men,
I've turned undead and cast my healing magic time and time again.
I told off Solomea's ingrate father in the Crosser's Maze;
With castigate I've deafened several enemies and left them dazed.
I took the Stormknights to attack the great Colossus Ventifact,
(pause)
But when I died I had to give the Nifi's flying carpet back.
THE COMPANY:
But when he died he had to give the Nifi's flying carpet back,
But when he died he had to give the Nifi's flying carpet back,
But when he died he had to, had to give the Nifi's flying carpet back.
ERNIE:
I really, really hate it when a bully beats a little guy;
I'm not a front-line fighter but I can't resist the urge to try;
In short (hah!) and despite all of my individuality,
I am the very model of a halfling personality.
THE COMPANY:
In short (hah!) and despite all of his individuality,
He is the very model of a halfling personality.
ERNIE:
And now we're in this crazy world where someone's broken history;
The situation's desperate and we have to solve this mystery.
The Eyes tell me the fabric of reality wants us erased
So I must keep the talisman at all times belted 'round my waist.
We've followed clues as best we can; to Het Branoi we've come at last;
We think an Eye's inside there past the giants and the lightning blast.
A big beholder wants a password and it looks cantankerous;
(pause)
It's all so very hard -- I think the universe is hating us.
THE COMPANY:
It's all so very hard -- we think the universe is hating us.
It's all so very hard -- we think the universe is hating us.
It's all so very very hard -- we think the universe is hating us.
ERNIE:
But while the party sticks together, we'll get home through thick and thin;
The Sharshun and their Emp'ror, we'll consign them to the rubbish bin.
For still, in spite of all these threats to my congeniality,
I am the very model of a halfling personality!
THE COMPANY:
For still, in spite of all these threats to his congeniality,
He is the very model of a halfling personality!
KidCthulhu
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[sound of jaw hitting floor]
I take it all back. Not only can you live, I'll be sending a case of turtle jerky your way.
That was the best!
I take it all back. Not only can you live, I'll be sending a case of turtle jerky your way.
That was the best!
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