TURTLEDOME!: Battle Bone (DM: KenHood, Judge: Lord S.)

[KenHood]

[sblock=AAAAAARGH!]

This is too complicated. I just want to smash things. And I don't even know there is a magic axe out there, but I want it as well.

By the way, this *is* sarcasm.

And I am dying just a little bit on the inside every day it takes us to get past this part of the game, so that we can get to that all-important SMASHING...

Drivan has been stuck in a box for WEEKS![/sblock]

 

[fireinthedust]

[sblock=ooc]And that there is what's making it worse. I for one don't want to open the box now: the smell is going to be awful!

I didn't find the perfect armor, but I'll settle for what I did find.

Anyone else ordering an item? Also, we're using the shared party gold, right?[/sblock]

Ok, then, let's make a suit of cloth armor of resistance to necrotic energy. If we're fighting undead, knowing my luck I'll get nailed by some explosion or other and wind up a vampire. My sorcerous protection might be helpful, but I can't count on it protecting against that as opposed to cold or acid.
Here's your money; let's get this made and then pick up our mage before some bookish trollop distracts him from business!

 

[KenHood]

You give 520 gp to Swillwort (or rather, Anna, since Swillwort's still recovering from muscular atrophy). "Very good. I'll get to work on that immediately. Come back tomorrow morning, and the armor will be ready."

 

[Reklaw]

Drivan gasps for air in his box, it's gotten rather stale in here...

[sblock=OOC]Does a little dance... Finally![/sblock]

 

[KenHood]

The Plot Thickens...

Drivan hears a distant scuffle. A door opens and slams shut. Another door--closer--opens and shuts. Footsteps.

"Please, just take me and leave my family out of this!" he hears Marco say.

"Yeah, dude," says Mikey, "It's totally like ***** uncool, man."

Drivan hears the smack of fist against flesh. "Shut up, you drugged-out metal-nosed freak!"

Children scream. A body hits the floor. Someone groans.

"Uncle Mikey! Nooooooo!"

"Hush, honey."

"You monster!"

"Keep your mouths shut, or we slice the tongues out of your children's skulls."

Footsteps. A door slams. Children whimper. A woman quiets them.

 

[fireinthedust]

Great! Hey, if you can make it with a flaming skull motif, that would be sooo sweet.

Emral dusts his hands off, then turns to his friends. Well, let's go pick up Drivan at the Library and then head ...somewhere for a meal. Somewhere free, I don't want to spend much on a tavern meal after buying even high quality magical goods!

And with a nod to the others, he heads off to the Library to pick up the Wizard.

[sblock=ooc]Is there a route past the Arena? Emral would like to peek to where Drivan is looking, so he doesn't waste time searching for the wizard. If it's totally out of the way, no problem. Still...[/sblock]

 

[mohalloran]

"Vaunea go read. Vaunea like book." And with that, Vaunea follows Emral out the door towards the library.

 

[weldon]

Yes, Yes. Here we go.

Finnian whistles to Erlai and the bird lazily circles overhead while the group walks down the street.

 

[Reklaw]

[sblock=OOC]Sonuvabitch[/sblock]

[sblock=Drivan]Drivan shouts from his box, "Hey! Leave the halflings alone, you're all going to pay for this now!"

Drivan begins using mage hands to pound repeatedly against the inside of the trunk, "We'll get out of this Marco, they've crossed the line now"[/sblock]

 

[KenHood]

[sblock=Drivan]

Drivan shouts from his box, "Hey! Leave the halflings alone, you're all going to pay for this now!"

Olivia: "M-maybe he's right, this is--"

You hear a male voice shout, "Shut up!"

With a resounding whunk, the tip of a dagger appears in the side of the chest just a few inches away from your head.

A door slams.

Drivan begins using mage hands to pound repeatedly against the inside of the trunk, "We'll get out of this Marco, they've crossed the line now"

"Drivan? Drivan, is that you?" cries Marco.[/sblock]