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Spoiler: Studied target for +1 included:
Corlan nods to Lucia and follows suit. "On three?" he whispers.
we could make it drop the key with some more tempting bait.
"I'm thinking we should have someone approach a bit closer, so we can see what the little birdy has got. I nominate Sister, unless there are any objections?"
Corlan follows Lucia's gaze.
Spoiler: Corlan turns his attention back to the knocker. Punching the scowling face square in the nose, he yells, "Praise Marty Moose!"
Corlan nods. "Let's do this."
Corlan struggles to pull his scattered wits together. Straightening his helm, he nods, "Yes, I do remember that. Zaxby, or Zadra... Zara? Something like that. In the other wing. And I think we even got directions at one point."
Corlan returns Celeste's garments to her and gathers his weapons and so on. "Does anyone else remember a unicorn being involved? With the party, I mean, not the troll -- I'm pretty sure those were separate. Or at least I think I'm maybe a little sure."
Corlan, blearily, lifts his head up and says, "That stuff must have been a lot stronger then we thought."
I've enjoyed the game very much so far, and am happy to continue at any pace -- fast, slow, glacial. One of my PBP games was on hiatus for a year or so when I moved, then picked back up, so I'm very understanding that real life comes first -- no apologies are needed for that.
At his deepest, most essential level, Corlan is a hunter. He can get temporarily sidetracked onto new projects, but it's hard to get him to stop chasing altogether. So, aware that the Hippie Rabbit Party is a potentially fun, but temporary, side project, he passes up another hit on the pipe, wanting to see where things go and wrap them up, rather than becoming totally blotto. He also wants to, if possible, avoid getting hypnotized by the dance.
Corlan, blissed out, passes the pipe to the rabbit and says, "Trix aren't just for kids," with a wink. As he's being unencumbered, the lizard part of his brain wakes up in a panic, realizing it's to be divested of weapons when there are trolls (and goats) about. But the place is getting to him, and the weed doesn't help. Also, he totally digs Sister Moonchild's speech about opening gates, so he figures she must be OK. (His lizard brain mutters "Even the Devil can quote scripture, chump!" but the rest of him ignores it.) He thinks about asking the rabbit to hold his gear, then quickly thinks the better of it. With the last shreds of common sense, he manages to say to Lucia, "If you're not joining the party, can you keep an eye on these again?", handing over his swords. He adds: "Of course, if you're down for the trip, come on along -- give them to Sister."
Corlan is of course happy to accept the pipe if it's passed his way.
Corlan grins at Moonchild, wondering if she's a proponent of the Free Love movement -- then, thinking better of it, he mutters to the rabbit: "I'd be worried you were late for the tea party, but no one can tell time around here anyway, so it's all good."
Seized by some strange compulsion, Corlan looks about the garden for some red begonias to give to the woman.
Corlan turns away disgustedly. "You can feed it to Sister, if you want," he mutters to Mordan under his breath.
Corlan emphasizes, "Information we can use. Like, if you have details of this 'non-accidental accident.' Or where his body is."
Corlan speaks firmly. "No crumpets, nor cake nor tea for you until his return, unless you earn them with real information we can use. A map of the East Wing would be a decent start; or better yet, information about how to get old Stevie."
Corlan turns to his companions. "So, uh, do we have any use for this cabrito? Or should we just barbecue it for lunch? Or I'm thinking maybe a nice curry..."
Without waiting to see the results of Lucia's turn, Corlan attacks again, this time with both swords:
Corlan focuses on how to best kill the goat-monster and then slashes again with his longsword:
Corlan attacks with both blades:
Corlan, leery of slashing off heads, decides to see if there's any way he can get under the bridge and maybe attack a body or something.
Corlan leans over to Morden. "I don't suppose if we feed it Sister," he begins, then, catching Morden's look: "Hear me out! I mean, will she just re-appear afterwards, good as new?"
Corlan stops short of the bridge, motioning Lucia to back off.
Corlan, glancing dubiously at the amber bricks, mutters, "I sure hope this doesn't lead to an emerald city" to himself.
Corlan leans his head towards Lucia's and whispers, "End of the hall and through the garden, he says, in the other wing. And don't tell any of the others this, but my impression is that the people in that part of the house are even weirder than the ones here."
Corlan grins hugely. When there's the slightest hint of a break in the story, he replies, "Croquet! Just the thing! I'll see if I can scare up some hedgehogs. And remind me to tell you about Snerdimer Goff's game of dominoes in Hepmonaland... Thanks awfully for the directions!"
Corlan waits until Biffy's pipe dies down, then proffers a light--if this situation fails to manifest, he offers a cup of tea instead. "Nice to see you again, old chap." After further pleasantries: "Zounds! We're nearly late for our card reading with Madame Zara, but sadly I seem to have forgotten the way. Would you perhaps be able to direct us?"
Corlan sniffs dubiously at the chicken. "Are these kind of like Kentucki Fried Lizzard Partes?" he asks.
Corlan gratefully serves himself a cup of coffee, giving a genial nod to Biffy as he passes by. He carefully avoids the adherers or whatever they are.
Noticing Celeste's bathing, Corlan says, "I'd be careful getting into bathtubs in this place," he cautions. "You're liable to find yourself sailing down the corridor." Ignoring the bed, he stretches out on the floor with his hands folded on his stomach and his hat brim pulled down over his eyes. When the crazy Arabian lady emerges from the wardrobe, he doesn't even look up.
Corlan half-points at the rope, "I wonder..." Then he grins sheepishly. "On second thought, never mind. Even if the servants deliver bedmates on demand, I sort of don't think we'd want anything to do with them."
Corlan responds to Celeste with a distracted, "I'm still under 40," turning to see what Borden is doing. Noticing the stone whirling about his head, Corlan says, "Do we need to throw herrings to keep up the performance, or does it just keep doing that all by itself?" With regards to the loan, he replies, "Thanks, but it might be awkward to try and kiss someone and have a flying stone whack them in the face. I think I'll pass."
Corlan is grateful for the additional healing, but, true to his nature, doesn't want to seem too earnest. "Careful laying your hands on me like that," he says to Celeste, wryly. "I'm embarrassed to admit it, but my friends used to tease me about having a thing for elf girls, and I'd rather not get someone like Borden--er, Cun, I mean--started in on that."
Corlan grunts his thanks to Celeste while shoving back at the shambling horde.
If he can gain a bit of room that way, he brings his swords into play as well:
What's your name? Who's your daddy? Is he rich like me? Corlan draws his swords and steps into the hall, hoping that he and Borden or Lucia can create a choke-point to keep them from getting to the rest.
Oh, hell, yeah! To the note: "I'll take two!"
Corlan gets a little heated at Borden's manifest lack of grit. "Through the gates of the silver key, anyone? Damnit, man, that might have been our ticket out of here!" Throwing his swords on one of the pedestals, Corlan calls to the air, "Hey, Grinning Guy! I'll play for the damned key!"
"uh... seven-eighths," Corlan offers helpfully.
"My kid nephew used to compose poetry. Thing is, he had an intelligence of like 6--maybe not the sharpest sword in the armory, if you get my drift--so it just sounded like a spastic kobold had gotten a hold of a speak-'n'-spell. Reason I mention this is because water elementals have an intelligence of probably 4--if I remember anything from 8th grade science class (which is highly questionable, at that)--which makes my kid nephew seem like a genius in comparison." "Point being, we're probably best off not subjected to his verses anyway."
While the others talk to the puddle, Corlan gets dressed and ready to go.
Corlan removes his own hat from his head and uses it to cover up more vulnerable areas. Then he tips the sword in his other hand in Lucia's direction, saying "Thanks for the assist."
Corlan refrains holds off yelling back, keeping an eye on the Gropey to see if the Frat Brothers turn about. However, he mutters to himself, "Ooh, yeah, I want it bad!"
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