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<blockquote data-quote="Craig Fox" data-source="post: 7116439" data-attributes="member: 6882019">&quot;Ok Stonnard, put that thing down.&quot; said Jezza. &quot;It's been ages, and we're late for dinner.&quot;&quot;On here?&quot; asked Stonnard, motioning towards a huge pile of ten-foot poles that nearly blocked the passage.&quot;Yeah, sure.&quot; replied Jezza. &quot;Looks like most groups give up their 10 foot poles around this point.&quot;&quot;That's how it is these days.&quot; remarked Verice. &quot;According to the cool kids, 10 foot poles went out with infravision.&quot;&quot;What happened to the Cool Kids anyway?&quot; asked Phinsk. &quot;They were quite the adventuring group.&quot;&quot;Last I heard, they went off to fight in the Edition Wars, and never really recovered.&quot; said Stonnard. He started to squeeze his fat belly past all the ten-foot poles. &quot;By the way, so we don't have to keep calling you 'little cloaked guy', what's your name?&quot;The little cloaked guy hemmed and hawed. &quot;Umm, this is awkward, but I was just supposed to be a generic NPC guiding you to your next location. The DM never gave me a name. Any suggestions?&quot;&quot;Hmm, let's see ... Bob, until we think of something better.&quot; said Verice.&quot;Bob Untilwethinkofsomethingbetter? That's a bit of a mouthful.&quot; said Jezza. &quot;Let's shorten it to Bob Until.&quot;&quot;Yep, that'll do.&quot; said Bob Until. The group continued to wriggle past the mound of ten-foot poles. Just as they were all on the other side, they heard a strange noise in the distance.&quot;Hey, what's that?&quot; asked Phinsk.Jezza listened hard. &quot;Wow ... sounds like an unholy concoction of piteous wailing and self-aggrandising rants. And it's headed this way!&quot;Stonnard gulped. &quot;Oh my god, could it be?&quot;&quot;Yes, I'm afraid so.&quot; said Bob Until. &quot;That's a Flounce, and a group of five is an audience just big enough to attract its attention. I'd leave, but you need me as a guide.&quot;Phinsk glanced around. &quot;Nowhere to run, folks.&quot; he said. &quot;Let's get ready.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Craig Fox, post: 7116439, member: 6882019"] "Ok Stonnard, put that thing down." said Jezza. "It's been ages, and we're late for dinner." "On here?" asked Stonnard, motioning towards a huge pile of ten-foot poles that nearly blocked the passage. "Yeah, sure." replied Jezza. "Looks like most groups give up their 10 foot poles around this point." "That's how it is these days." remarked Verice. "According to the cool kids, 10 foot poles went out with infravision." "What happened to the Cool Kids anyway?" asked Phinsk. "They were quite the adventuring group." "Last I heard, they went off to fight in the Edition Wars, and never really recovered." said Stonnard. He started to squeeze his fat belly past all the ten-foot poles. "By the way, so we don't have to keep calling you 'little cloaked guy', what's your name?" The little cloaked guy hemmed and hawed. "Umm, this is awkward, but I was just supposed to be a generic NPC guiding you to your next location. The DM never gave me a name. Any suggestions?" "Hmm, let's see ... Bob, until we think of something better." said Verice. "Bob Untilwethinkofsomethingbetter? That's a bit of a mouthful." said Jezza. "Let's shorten it to Bob Until." "Yep, that'll do." said Bob Until. The group continued to wriggle past the mound of ten-foot poles. Just as they were all on the other side, they heard a strange noise in the distance. "Hey, what's that?" asked Phinsk. Jezza listened hard. "Wow ... sounds like an unholy concoction of piteous wailing and self-aggrandising rants. And it's headed this way!" Stonnard gulped. "Oh my god, could it be?" "Yes, I'm afraid so." said Bob Until. "That's a Flounce, and a group of five is an audience just big enough to attract its attention. I'd leave, but you need me as a guide." Phinsk glanced around. "Nowhere to run, folks." he said. "Let's get ready." [/QUOTE]

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