Yttermayn's "Saga of the Dragon Cult" (IC) 2

[Amaury]

Scrag's unsavoury comments start to annoy Rosalia greatly. no damned manners, that.. troll! he's sweet but still.. she thinks.

She turns to him: "Scrag, my dear Scrag.. please keep this type of information for yourself.. you know, it is not very helpful, or proper, to talk about these things with humans, in society, especially with a woman around.... now, if you feel ill, just get the.. just go somewhere no one can see you and do your business.. yes? you understand?? good Scrag.."

 

[Voda Vosa]

Tuk chuckles. "Such a lady, knee deep in sh*t, killing kobolds that then turn into some black infectious goo, and she worries about the troll's manners."

 

[Amaury]

Rosalia is not sure whether Tuk's tone is mockery or not but she elects to ignore it just by smiling back at him.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Scrag's unsavoury comments start to annoy Rosalia greatly. no damned manners, that.. troll! he's sweet but still.. she thinks.

She turns to him: "Scrag, my dear Scrag.. please keep this type of information for yourself.. you know, it is not very helpful, or proper, to talk about these things with humans, in society, especially with a woman around.... now, if you feel ill, just get the.. just go somewhere no one can see you and do your business.. yes? you understand?? good Scrag.."

Scrag looks properly chastised and frowns deeply. He upset the lady and he realizes he best make quick amends. Thinking fast, for a troll, he yells, "Everyone close eyes quick so no see!" He inserts an overly large finger into his throat, triggering vomiting at her feet, which splashes the hem of Rosalia's clothing. He stands unsteadily for a brief moment, gags some, then takes the same hand he just used to pat Rosalia on the shoulder. His even more foul smelling breathe reeks of curdled breakfast as he says, "Lady right. Scrag better now. Thanks, lady!" Looking at her stunned expression he adds, "What wrong? You no close eyes?"

 

[Helfdan]

Roderic is nothing short of stunned at the brief... exchange... between his three friends. "Holy Heironeous..." He whispers in too much shock to be disgusted. "Lady Rosalia, are you well?"

 

[Leif]

Grok, Half-Orc L2 Cleric of Pelor, HP 20/20, AC 17

'Grok not see what big deal is. Scrag do what she want, no?"

 

[Amaury]

"Scraaag, noooooo!" shouts Rosalia, but it's too late: the speed at which Scrag starts vomitting is just astonishing and she barely has time to jump backwards!

The vomit splashes at her feet and worst comes when Scrag pats her shoulder. "Nooo! don't touch... me..." she says but again too late. A horrible smell starts invading her nostrils. She says: "That's it!! Take me out of here!! I can't stand it anymore!! Kobolds! Goo! Kobolds! More goo and now that!! Yaaak!"

She goes wild and walks about furiously to finally stop and start empyting her backpack. She takes a cloth and cleans herself. She throws the cloth away and pack her stuff back.

Coming back to Scrag, she asks the troll, furor in her beautiful eyes : "No, no, no ,no ; trolls are not that stupid!.. you had your little SCHEME from the start, didn't you?? With Grok to help maybe? Didn't YOU?? "

 

[Deuce Traveler]

"Schleem? What is schleem? Is like a cheese? Grok hiding cheese?"

 

[Leif]

Grok, Half-Orc L2 Cleric of Pelor, HP 20/20, AC 17

"Cheese? No, Scrag. the only 'cheese' Grok have is the 'cheese' him just 'cut' over there. Scrag welcomes to that. Snif it all up, if him want. Me not know what 'schleem' is either. Maybe some weird woman thing?"

 

[Yttermayn]

OOC: You are all in a relatively small room (35x20). It has bookshelves with a number of books in them. There are the melting remains of several guards and one 'wizardy' creature, also melting. Scrags vomit can be seen sizzling and pitting the stone of the floor. The liquid pool of troll spew writhes with dark, worm-like creatures. All roll a will save.