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<blockquote data-quote="(contact)" data-source="post: 1135" data-attributes="member: 41"><p><strong>20-- In the name of Love.</strong></p><p></p><p>After a torturous briefing involving listening to far too much of the druid's impossibly insipid love poetry, Indy and Gorquen have the meat of it: The druid is in love with a woman who also lives in the wild. He has sent correspondence via an animal messenger, but she is not accepting his love-letters. He has no idea why.</p><p></p><p>After the first two hours of the journey, Indy knows why.</p><p></p><p>"It's not ethical to read other people's mail, Indy," Gorquen scolds.</p><p></p><p>"It's not ethical to torture a woman with bad poetry either," Indy replies in his new high-pitched squeaky voice. "But that didn't slow <em>him</em> down. Listen to this:</p><p></p><p>"'TO BEAUTY, THE SUN AND MOON OF MY VINING HEART:</p><p></p><p>"'I am, now as ever / Living like a mushroom / (One of the cute little ones with the bumpy spots / That grow under the Giants-trees / The brown ones that are very poisonous / Unless you boil them with murkroot for at least an hour) / In the shadows of your thick, gnarled trunk / I reflect on the eternal nature of a flower: / A rose is red /A violet is blue / What good are <em>miracles</em> / If I don't have you?'</p><p></p><p>"Or, 'How many times must I cry out / For Love to unveil Her eyes / And regard me / A humble flower / Thirsting for your (scratched out) milky breasts (written in margin) soggy watermelons" </p><p></p><p>Indy regards Gorquen earnestly. "This is going to be more difficult than I thought."</p><p></p><p>Vognu regards the satchel containing the druid's writing and hisses, flying away into the forest.</p><p></p><p>The journey takes more than a day, at the rate a chipmunk scuttles, and as they settle in for their night's camp, they examine their new bodies. Gorquen speaks about the profound sorrow she feels knowing that she will never fly again. Indy shares his fear that people won't take him seriously anymore. Vognu is busy flying around looking for <em>invisible</em> creatures and stinging mice with his <em>sleep</em>-poisoned stinger.</p><p></p><p>The next morning, the heroes set out, the refreshing country air and sunshine working its wonder on their spirits. By mid-morning, both are in a light mood, and as Indy reads some of the druid's poetry aloud they both have a good laugh.</p><p></p><p>"'Your eyes sparkle like the eyes of an opossum do / when it's looking at something bright / And your tail is bushy like a squirrel's / But rounder and with less fur, of course'"</p><p></p><p>As the afternoon approaches, the duo find themselves in a shallow bowl-shaped indention approximately a quarter of a mile in diameter that contains a sparkling, clear lake.</p><p></p><p>Indy squints and shades his face with his hand. "Well, here we are, but I don't see . . . oh, Good Goddess In my Hour of Need. Who is <em>she</em>?"</p><p></p><p><em>She</em> is a voluptuous woman, all legs and hips and . . . oh my. Both adventurers feel their hearts skip a beat as she saunters toward them--a dripping wet vision of carnal perfection.</p><p></p><p>The woman regards the satchel stuffed with letters as it slips from Indy's numb fingers. "You must be friends of that . . . little man," she sneers.</p><p></p><p>"We are at your service, Lady!" Gorquen exclaims as she bounds in front of the halfling.</p><p></p><p>"Really?" The woman breathlessly intones, "You would do . . . anything?"</p><p></p><p>"That goes without saying," Indy pipes as he steps in front of Gorquen.</p><p></p><p>"We would be honored to serve," Gorquen mutters as she pushes the rogue behind her once again.</p><p></p><p>The woman manages to explain her dilemma between sultry glances and breathless sighs: She cannot possibly meet the Druid, per his request, as the jewelry that he gave her is gone missing. It seems she 'loaned' it to a passing adventurer with whom she had a brief . . . association, and now this adventurer has gone M.I.A. Indy and Gorquen fall over one another to promise that they will do whatever is in their power to find and aid the fellow if it will please the Lady.</p><p></p><p>She tells them that she saw him last when he left with some friends to explore the ruined home of some dusty old wizard. Indy promises to rescue him from the clutches of peril, and Gorquen assures the lady that if Valor and Integrity account for anything, all will be well. Then Indy sighs contentedly as the woman hands him a kerchief, "For luck". Gorquen receives a prize of her own: a lingering goodbye kiss!</p><p></p><p>As they trek to the ruins, the pair begin a jealous argument.</p><p></p><p>"Ah Evaliegh, how can I rend your heart this way," Indy laments, "now that another vies for my affection."</p><p></p><p>"She wasn't vying for your affection, Indy," Gorquen states. </p><p></p><p>"How can you say that? You were there! You saw how she looked at me."</p><p></p><p>"Yes, and it was with the same regard she gave to the chipmunk. She is a noble soul."</p><p></p><p>"Chipm . . . why, if I wasn't a gentleman, I'd . . ."</p><p></p><p>"So elegant, and refined. Virtuous and powerful; gentle, yet fearsome when her ire is aroused."</p><p></p><p>"Even a drooling imbecile could see that there was electricity between us."</p><p></p><p>Gorquen stops walking to regard her halfling companion. "Yet she didn't kiss you, did she Indy?"</p><p></p><p>"Ah! Well, er . . . that's because . . . um."</p><p></p><p>"Because she doesn't think of you as a paramour," Gorquen finishes for him.</p><p></p><p>"Because I'm a . . . <em>halfling</em>, you mean!"</p><p></p><p>"Now, Indy, I didn't say that."</p><p></p><p>"You don't have to! I know what you think of halflings. Infernos of Dis, I know what <em>I</em> think of halflings!" Indy starts to sob. "Evaliegh, oh Evaliegh . . . whatever will befall our love now?"</p><p></p><p>Gorquen softens under the cruel weight of halfling tears, and reaches out her calloused fighter's hand to try and comfort the rogue. "Now, now. There's no need for all this. Why Indy, what ever has gotten in to you, anyway? You're acting like a schoolboy in his eighties, not a one-hundred-and-thirty-year old! We have a job to do, after all! We wouldn't even be here to have these problems if it wasn't for the kindness of that druid. Now, we owe him a debt! And I for one intend to pay it, not sulk and cry over spilt . . ." Gorquen trails off, as her eyes catch a glimpse of something on the horizon. "Hush! There it is, our goal. Let us be on our guard. You scout ahead, Indy, and <em>no more crying!</em>"</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="(contact), post: 1135, member: 41"] [b]20-- In the name of Love.[/b] After a torturous briefing involving listening to far too much of the druid's impossibly insipid love poetry, Indy and Gorquen have the meat of it: The druid is in love with a woman who also lives in the wild. He has sent correspondence via an animal messenger, but she is not accepting his love-letters. He has no idea why. After the first two hours of the journey, Indy knows why. "It's not ethical to read other people's mail, Indy," Gorquen scolds. "It's not ethical to torture a woman with bad poetry either," Indy replies in his new high-pitched squeaky voice. "But that didn't slow [i]him[/i] down. Listen to this: "'TO BEAUTY, THE SUN AND MOON OF MY VINING HEART: "'I am, now as ever / Living like a mushroom / (One of the cute little ones with the bumpy spots / That grow under the Giants-trees / The brown ones that are very poisonous / Unless you boil them with murkroot for at least an hour) / In the shadows of your thick, gnarled trunk / I reflect on the eternal nature of a flower: / A rose is red /A violet is blue / What good are [i]miracles[/i] / If I don't have you?' "Or, 'How many times must I cry out / For Love to unveil Her eyes / And regard me / A humble flower / Thirsting for your (scratched out) milky breasts (written in margin) soggy watermelons" Indy regards Gorquen earnestly. "This is going to be more difficult than I thought." Vognu regards the satchel containing the druid's writing and hisses, flying away into the forest. The journey takes more than a day, at the rate a chipmunk scuttles, and as they settle in for their night's camp, they examine their new bodies. Gorquen speaks about the profound sorrow she feels knowing that she will never fly again. Indy shares his fear that people won't take him seriously anymore. Vognu is busy flying around looking for [i]invisible[/i] creatures and stinging mice with his [i]sleep[/i]-poisoned stinger. The next morning, the heroes set out, the refreshing country air and sunshine working its wonder on their spirits. By mid-morning, both are in a light mood, and as Indy reads some of the druid's poetry aloud they both have a good laugh. "'Your eyes sparkle like the eyes of an opossum do / when it's looking at something bright / And your tail is bushy like a squirrel's / But rounder and with less fur, of course'" As the afternoon approaches, the duo find themselves in a shallow bowl-shaped indention approximately a quarter of a mile in diameter that contains a sparkling, clear lake. Indy squints and shades his face with his hand. "Well, here we are, but I don't see . . . oh, Good Goddess In my Hour of Need. Who is [i]she[/i]?" [i]She[/i] is a voluptuous woman, all legs and hips and . . . oh my. Both adventurers feel their hearts skip a beat as she saunters toward them--a dripping wet vision of carnal perfection. The woman regards the satchel stuffed with letters as it slips from Indy's numb fingers. "You must be friends of that . . . little man," she sneers. "We are at your service, Lady!" Gorquen exclaims as she bounds in front of the halfling. "Really?" The woman breathlessly intones, "You would do . . . anything?" "That goes without saying," Indy pipes as he steps in front of Gorquen. "We would be honored to serve," Gorquen mutters as she pushes the rogue behind her once again. The woman manages to explain her dilemma between sultry glances and breathless sighs: She cannot possibly meet the Druid, per his request, as the jewelry that he gave her is gone missing. It seems she 'loaned' it to a passing adventurer with whom she had a brief . . . association, and now this adventurer has gone M.I.A. Indy and Gorquen fall over one another to promise that they will do whatever is in their power to find and aid the fellow if it will please the Lady. She tells them that she saw him last when he left with some friends to explore the ruined home of some dusty old wizard. Indy promises to rescue him from the clutches of peril, and Gorquen assures the lady that if Valor and Integrity account for anything, all will be well. Then Indy sighs contentedly as the woman hands him a kerchief, "For luck". Gorquen receives a prize of her own: a lingering goodbye kiss! As they trek to the ruins, the pair begin a jealous argument. "Ah Evaliegh, how can I rend your heart this way," Indy laments, "now that another vies for my affection." "She wasn't vying for your affection, Indy," Gorquen states. "How can you say that? You were there! You saw how she looked at me." "Yes, and it was with the same regard she gave to the chipmunk. She is a noble soul." "Chipm . . . why, if I wasn't a gentleman, I'd . . ." "So elegant, and refined. Virtuous and powerful; gentle, yet fearsome when her ire is aroused." "Even a drooling imbecile could see that there was electricity between us." Gorquen stops walking to regard her halfling companion. "Yet she didn't kiss you, did she Indy?" "Ah! Well, er . . . that's because . . . um." "Because she doesn't think of you as a paramour," Gorquen finishes for him. "Because I'm a . . . [i]halfling[/i], you mean!" "Now, Indy, I didn't say that." "You don't have to! I know what you think of halflings. Infernos of Dis, I know what [i]I[/i] think of halflings!" Indy starts to sob. "Evaliegh, oh Evaliegh . . . whatever will befall our love now?" Gorquen softens under the cruel weight of halfling tears, and reaches out her calloused fighter's hand to try and comfort the rogue. "Now, now. There's no need for all this. Why Indy, what ever has gotten in to you, anyway? You're acting like a schoolboy in his eighties, not a one-hundred-and-thirty-year old! We have a job to do, after all! We wouldn't even be here to have these problems if it wasn't for the kindness of that druid. Now, we owe him a debt! And I for one intend to pay it, not sulk and cry over spilt . . ." Gorquen trails off, as her eyes catch a glimpse of something on the horizon. "Hush! There it is, our goal. Let us be on our guard. You scout ahead, Indy, and [i]no more crying![/i]" [/QUOTE]
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