The Liberation of Tenh (updated April 24)

(contact) said:
“You’ve been tilting.”

“Yeah . . . tilting. Are you ready to go home?”

“Did you raise your funds?” Pris asks pointedly.

“Well, you know, Pris. Long term prospects, that kind of thing.”

“Maybe you’re not pushing a hard enough sale—maybe you need some help.”

“Oh, no. No, it’s hard enough. Let’s get back to Tenh before Thrommel dies again, shall we?”


Flee! Flee! The puns are coming!!!

BTW, great stuff :D
 

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I love role-play sessions.

See, Pris has got it all wrong - what she really needs to do is tell the 'walking organ' Heydricus about her and band camp experiences...

Poor Jespo, it really should have been you.

Thanks (contact), you're a solar and a gentle djinn

;)
 
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"So this one time at band camp, I didn't speak to anyone there the entire time, because I really just couldn't relate to them at all. They meant well I suppose, but they just didn't get it. The other girls were intimidated by my inellect, which of course meant that they ostracized me. Oh, I wasn't upset. I understood that they were only superimposing their fragile social order over what amounted to a complete cognitive failure to percieve the situation," she says with a sentimental smile, "so I just spent my time studying some of the more popular approaches to Abjuration magics, which as it turned out . . .

"Heydricus? Are you sleeping?"
 

You know one of the things I like best about EN World?

The Liberation of Tenh.

Watching Mr. "Hey, you're cute and all, but I'd rather not start anything with one of my party members for obscure reasons that probably involve a dread of implied commitment, and therefore I'm going to ignore your obvious charms even though it seems awfully out of character" Heydricus suddenly getting all riled about Ms. "Well, if you're gonna play that hard to get, there's no point in not seeing if I can't get some other hard-bodied young stud or three to give me the kind of fervent affection that I happen to think I deserve, thank you very much" Prisantha's interest in Mr. "Pardon me while I rub a cold mug across my sweaty brow and let the water run down my naked chest in a saucy slow-motion shot, and maybe bend over or stretch a lot" Anon is just plain priceless. (contact), if continually catching Anon (or an ever-changing parade of Prisantha's would-be or will-be boytoys) in some melodramatic, Madison Avenue "ultra-sexy" pose or activity becomes a running joke for a little while, I don't think anyone could fault you for it.

And let's face it: Any Story Hour where the contenders for "Best Line" include "It's the damnedest thing. This turtle's mean as Hell, and all it does is drink whisky all day long and bite people."; "But it's not a very good school." "Oh, he's not a very good conjurer. It'll be perfect."; and "Let's get back to Tenh before Thrommel dies again, shall we?"all in the same post — is required reading. Or should be.

Yowza.
 


Cool. Another update at last!

Hmmm, you know a smart enemy could use that tension between Prisantha & Heydricus to drive a wedge into the party and there are plenty of opportunities for playing up Jespo's political disfavor. Fortunately, however they are facing Iuzians.
 


!!

Rackhir :

Don't go! You may never come back! I got slurped up into helping the evolving story line and...it's...too...late...for...meeee....

:D
 

Plane Sailing said:
Just wanted to say that I loved the turtle, and I'm going to have to try to find a way to use it in my campaign :D

Ah, the turtle was an artifact from another campaign. A group of lower-level adventurers was staying in Hommlet, renting a farm-house from Prisantha's grandparents. (Remember how they keep hitting her up for money to buy the neighboring farms?)

One of their number had a run-in with a helm of opposite alignment and was polymorphed into a turtle for safekeeping until they could figure out what to do with him.

Shortly thereafter, the party was scattered to the winds by a dragon, the turtle escaped, and in a dramatic saga worthy of its own after-school-special, the little drunk made his way back to the last place he knew he could get a drink-- Hommlet.

:)
 

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incognito said:
Rackhir :

Don't go! You may never come back! I got slurped up into helping the evolving story line and...it's...too...late...for...meeee....

:D

Two men in black suits quietly hustle Incognito into the back of a touring car with diplomatic licence plates. A third man approaches you.

"Thank you for your cooperation, sir. If I could just get you to step this way, please."

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Incognito is graciously helping me by sharing a wicked set of NPCs who will pound the hell out of the Liberators in a few levels. He's also putting up with my nit-picking and changes, which means he's patient as well as devious.
 
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