[sblock=Good thing the DM forgot...]...about those mousetraps that Palindrome put in his pockets!

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[sblock=Go into the light!]"
'Sup, dawg!" says Zeus*, Father of the Gods and Lord of Storms.
Palindrome studies his surroundings with a quizzical look.
"Erm."
"
Yo, yo, yo, my fellow gawds! This here be the mortal I be tellin' you about!" cries Zeus, flashing divine gangsigns as he addresses his fellow deities.
The All-Father wears oversized white basketball shorts, hanging below his buttocks and exposing bright blue underwear with tiny thundercloud imprints. Lightning bolts woven into dense 'bling' sparkles all over his body. He even has a dental grill of lightning.
"
Word!" says the divine host.
"
Yes. *Ahem* Hello?" says Palindrome.
"
Aw, man, we wuzn't even 'xpectin' you for centuries, brothah," says Zeus, "
Why dontcha join us for a drink?"
Palindrome scratches his head. He raises a finger. "
You do know that I don't even worship you."
The gods burst into roars of laughter. Zeuz cheers, "
Aw, hellz yeah! See that's what I be sayin'! You always be bustin' out with cool-*** ***** like that!"
"
In fact, I'm pretty sure that you don't even exist, because if you did exist, you couldn't prove that you exist, therefore you don't exist."
"
Yeeeeah, boy! You are the SCHIZZLE!" roars Zeus.
"
He is indeed the SCHIZZLE!" shouts the greater gods.
"
Hail to the SCHIZZLE!" cries all the other beings in creation.
Palindrome gives an uneasy smile.
Cherubs swoop the mage off his feet and deposit him upon a couch. Artemis appears at his side with a plate of sweetmeats. Hera offers him a bowl of wine. Aphrodite yanks off his boots and gives him a foot massage. Athena rubs his shoulders and nibbles at his ear.
They all wear chainmail bikinis.
Palindrome raises an eyebrow. "
I could learn to like this..."
Zeus lifts his bowl of wine. "
This is for all my homies what isn't here." He dribbles wine on the floor.
Palindrome lifts his bowl in solemn tribute. "
Yes, for all my hoooooooooo..."
*Since this near death experience involves Palindrome, the gods go by the names used by their worshippers on the Isle of O.[/sblock]
Palindrome's eyes flutter open. He is prone at the base of the wall, with Neera hovering over him anxiously.
[sblock=And Death...]...hovers behind Neera, his bony hand oustretched and nearly touching the wizard.
"
Hey," says Palindrome.
"
Uh, hey," says Death.
"
So..." says Palindrome.
"
Yeah, uh, I guess I...uh...better hop over to the other side of the wall and...uh...usher that goblin into the afterlife."
"
Okay."
Death pulls out a scroll, studies it for a moment. "
Uh...I'll guess I'll see you later."
He clambers over the wall, muttering, "
How embarassing..."[/sblock]
Palindrome smiles at Neera. "
I am the Schizzle."
He pulls out a mirror from his adventurers kit.
[OOC: Minor Action] Casts Mage Hand.
[OOC: Minor Action] The Mage Hand takes the mirror and carries it to the edge of the wall, allowing Palindrome to see what is happening in the courtyard. Then, he stands
[OOC: Move Action], dusts himself off, and shouts...
Okay, you adrogynous tree-hugging hippie *******-bait, you should have stuck to making half-goblin abominations with your tusk-faced boyfriends, because I'm ******** ********-off and *********** ready to ******** ******** you ********* *******, ******** ********!
[sblock=Request for DM Ruling...]Okay...
1) Line of sight with mirror.
2) Line of effect by putting hand over edge of wall.
3) Big honking finger at elves.
What kind of penalties are we gonna get?
Also...
What kind of rolls/actions are necessary to throw the halfling over the wall?[/sblock]