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<blockquote data-quote="rgoodbb" data-source="post: 7154735" data-attributes="member: 6801229">when out of the woods came charging..........Char-Ging was the regional Tax collector and as such she was a powerful force.She calmly strode from the shade and onto the road, positioned herself to block the travellers and slowly lifted her head, her wide brimmed hat eventually revealing her serious face. When the party neared, Char-Ging's eyes flashed a brilliant white and the entire party stopped still. No save. How annoying is that? They could not move. Not the Cavalier, nor the Dragon or even the stubborn mule. &quot;You owe the Queen 4,000 gold pieces....Each.&quot; stated the tax collector, fan in one hand, wafting away the heat and the insects. &quot;How do we want to do this?&quot; asked the Dragon.&quot;Wait. You cannot say that. I am not dead yet.&quot; Replied Char-Ging&quot;What? I'm confused. Wh....Oh no. Not how do you want to do this. How do we want do no this.&quot;&quot;Ah. My mistake. I thought you'd had a silent but critical role against me. So. Seemingly, you must pay up or return.&quot;&quot;I would like to Gauge&quot;&quot;Gauge what?&quot;&quot;Do you work Thursdays?&quot;&quot;No. You know that is my day off&quot; Replied the tax collector. Everyone knew that about them.&quot;Is it Thursday yet? No that's tomorrow. so what would you do then?&quot;&quot;I walk away.&quot;&quot;Well it looks like we have a day's rest before we can move on.&quot;So the bizarre party settled and camped for a day of rest, waiting for Cher-Ging to move on. A certain Dragon taught a certain Non-assassin, non-knife-wielding, non-alive person some magic with potent and mixed effects. </blockquote>

[QUOTE="rgoodbb, post: 7154735, member: 6801229"] [COLOR="#FF8C00"]when out of the woods came charging..........[/COLOR] [COLOR="#008000"]Char-Ging was the regional Tax collector and as such she was a powerful force. She calmly strode from the shade and onto the road, positioned herself to block the travellers and slowly lifted her head, her wide brimmed hat eventually revealing her serious face. When the party neared, Char-Ging's eyes flashed a brilliant white and the entire party stopped still. No save. How annoying is that? They could not move. Not the Cavalier, nor the Dragon or even the stubborn mule. "You owe the Queen 4,000 gold pieces....Each." stated the tax collector, fan in one hand, wafting away the heat and the insects. "How do we want to do this?" asked the Dragon. "Wait. You cannot say that. I am not dead yet." Replied Char-Ging "What? I'm confused. Wh....Oh no. Not how do [I]you[/I] want to do this. How do [I]we[/I] want do no this." "Ah. My mistake. I thought you'd had a silent but critical role against me. So. Seemingly, you must pay up or return." "I would like to Gauge" "Gauge what?" "Do you work Thursdays?" "No. You know that is my day off" Replied the tax collector. Everyone knew that about them. "Is it Thursday yet? No that's tomorrow. so what would you do then?" "I walk away." "Well it looks like we have a day's rest before we can move on." So the bizarre party settled and camped for a day of rest, waiting for Cher-Ging to move on. A certain Dragon taught a certain Non-assassin, non-knife-wielding, non-alive person some magic with potent and mixed effects. [/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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