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"MMMMMMMG! MMMMMMG! MG!!!" *using a flurry of precise moves, grabs hold of and take away eyes, nose, ears, and mouth from the clown's face* *strikes a Pose of Awesomeness* *watches the clown suffocate on the floor, then throws the stuff in her hands, including the psycho grin, over her shoulder*
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I smirk. The cultists obviously lured us away while they burned the town. That makes it... (badass pause) ... Payback time.
I nod at the talky man.
I shake my head. Evil cultist scum could be anywhere. "Mmmmmg."
I take in the little iron statue (possible garden gnome cultist?) and the man who is very prominently wearing a robe. After some scrutiny through narrowed eyes, I bow to him.
I bow to the others. Here goes again. Not talking tends to make introductions awkward. "Mmmmmmmmmg."
"Mmmmg."
Yeah... "common" folk. Evil cultist scum, the lot of them. I crack my knuckles.
I start scanning the horizon for suspected cultists. Including, but not limited to: People in black cloaks, people with green cloaks, people in other-coloured cloaks, people without cloaks, people in groups, people with mustaches, people with large tits, people with needles, people with pointy ears. Oh, and that barwench still has it coming. She's bad news. Probably a BBEG of some kind.
(ouch)
I follow when people start leaving... apparently, there won't be an old man in a cloak with a map in this adventure.
ohhhhh *shudder* that gives me goose bumps. Say, tall dark and handsome lady, would you like to go and, ahem, reconnoiter a bit, with me? "Mmmmmmg."
Prettymonk isn't too good at actually DRINKING ale... but you'd be amazed what she's learned to snort.
"Mmmmmmg?"
I flex my muscles and nod. "Mmmmmmmmg."
I make a collected salute, bowing to the newcomers. "Mmmmmmmmg. Mg mmmmmmg."
I make a running jumping spinning axe kick of incomprehensible pain purgatory against the barwench. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMG!!!"
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"Mmmmmmg."
Well, as before, snorting does get a bit messy.
I join them too. "Mmmmmmg!"
I explain to them.
"Mmmmmg!" Looks at SnowJade.
I look a gaze promising a dark end to the remaining cultist. "Mmmmmg." I look quickly to RC's freaky ears, then back to the remaining cultist. "Mmmmmm?"
I make a Sevenfold Kick of Thunder Judgement at the first four I reach.
(sorry about my absence from this thread)
"Mmmmmg." I flex my rock-hard fists and strike an awesome pose for the benefit of my companions. I start running. It is time to apply senseless amounts of violence.
I bow to the commoners and leave along with my companions.
Warg Cultists... Damn! I hate it when that happens! This reminds me of the battle I had against warg cultists in Dunceville... phew... That was a terrible story. "Mmmmmg. Mmmmmmg mg mg mmmmMg MmmmmmMMg."
I got this. I go over to the peasants, and strike an awesome pose. "Mmmmmmmg."
*goes thataway*
Hmmm... odd, she doesn't seem to think I can hear. Odd. "Mmmmmg." I nod.
Okay... BG is a subalignment of LG, that emphasizes the importance of beating the shit out of evil.
Brutal Good
*does a mighty series of forward flips toward the nearest cultist, and plants a nonlethal kick straight between his shoulder blades*
I make a flurry of trips!
They wanna mess up Genericville, they have to go through me first!
*haven't gotten too much beer inside nose yet* "Mmmmmmmg?" *puts the beer down, wipes her face with her sleeve, and charges off toward the fray*
I grab a beer too. I crack it open, and proceed to pour it into my nose in a process vaguely reminiscent of snorting. It isn't pretty.
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