The Nasty Orc |
"Yum, For the Devourer !"
He lashes out his tongue as his jaw unhinges he pulls the carcass back towards him and much like a snake be gins the process of getting the big worm into his gullet.
After about a few minutes or so he has swallowed the enormous worm whole he smiles and belches his thundering belch.
"Devourer happy now. Me miss Gazebo."
Tvashtri Abdul-Khasis |
"Allow me to introduce myself: I am Tvashtri Abdul-Khasis, traveler and toymaker, and these..." He sets his crossbow back at his side and reaches into his haversack to pull out two odd statuettes, each about the size of a large housecat, and setting them on the ground: One is made of iron and takes the shape of a skeleton with a wicked blade and garnet eyes, and the other a silver ourobouros which manages to stand perfectly on its side when set down. To others' surprise, they then begin to scuttle and wheel about of their own accord, making various curious clicking noises as they do so, though never straying overly far from their master, as though they are both his bodyguards and his children. "...are my traveling companions! Not much for conversation, though. As they say, you can live without a brother, but not without a friend. Tell me: What brings you here? I am here because I...got lost. Or was merely wandering, which does not necessitate me being lost, but perhaps both occurred in turn...."
Tvashtri Abdul-Khasis |
Tvashtri ponders this for a moment, then reaches deep into his haversack and pulls out a small tin. The smell of carrion begins rapidly losing ground to the smell of rosewater.
He briefly shoots AM HEALER a disapproving look.
"You could learn a thing or two from this gentleman," he indicates The Nasty Orc, "about manners."
JRR Tolkien |
He briefly shoots AM HEALER a disapproving look.
"You could learn a thing or two from this gentleman," he indicates The Nasty Orc, "about manners."
Now Now, TAK you cannot fault a priest of Bashy for wanting to smash toys or anything for that matter. It is his religious beliefs after all.
Tvashtri Abdul-Khasis |
Now Now, TAK you cannot fault a priest of Bashy for wanting to smash toys or anything for that matter. It is his religious beliefs after all.
Bashy, you say - any relation to the great poet Matsuo Bashy?
"If you would be like great bashers, do not attempt to mimic their style of bashing; rather, seek to bash what they sought to bash."
AM HEALER |
He's just upset that Nasty and I were killing things while he was busy holding the door open.
Partially true.
Bashy, you say - any relation to the great poet Matsuo Bashy?
"If you would be like great bashers, do not attempt to mimic their style of bashing; rather, seek to bash what they sought to bash."
My Lord of All Bludgeons is known by many names.
The Nasty Orc |
At first you though the rosewater would indeed over power the smell emanating from Nasty Orc but indeed the smells seem to mingle now making a more sickly sweet smell of rotting flesh and other horrid smells which offend the more refined pallet of TAK now that he has been in Nasty's presence for longer than a minute.
He gobbles down the entire tin of treats. "Yum pretty good. Anything more?" a thick stream of salvia runs down the orcs chin as he smiles an almost childlike smile.
Tvashtri Abdul-Khasis |
Tvashtri looks at his suddenly-empty hand with an expression of mild shock and sadness, prestidigitates a few puffs of ammonia, and sidles over toward AM SORCERER TOO's direction, his mechanicals dutifully following at his hooves.
"So, what brings you to this place? If you seek the Amulet of Yendor, I noticed that somebody already appears to have taken that."
Tvashtri Abdul-Khasis |
Tvashtri notices the gem nestled atop his turban for the first time. It doesn't actually belong there.
"Oooh!"
His tail erupts from the back of his robes, whips around the gem, and brings it to his eye-level, where he scrutinizes it with the care and expertise of a practiced jeweler (because he is one, after all).
Spellcraft: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (12) + 12 = 24
Tvashtri Abdul-Khasis |
"Ah, hello there! I am Tvashtri Abdul-Khasis. Another warrior-ascetic and artificer of their own flesh, correct? A pleasure to meet you - and you can even speak coherently! The last one I knew had had her lips sewn shut, I was beginning to wonder if that was a requirement of the practice...."
Tvashtri turns from Nesod to notice the ghost.
"Hmm...you know, I've heard scuttlebutt regarding a practice wherein a magician may house a spirit in a specially-designed mechanical..." He looks down at the iron skeleton and silver oroboros dutifully orbiting his hooves, "...but these are not the proper mechanicals, and this may not be the proper spirit, besides."
Tricorne Yamakah |
Yes I am in costume today
Jenny: He looks at you sheepishly, Well I do happen to like green quite a bit, and as far as smells. I have become quite fond of rotten meat along with sour milk
Nesod:My name is The Stanky Orc, My quest is to be free of this horrible place. I like green, I used to be green.