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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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"MNNNNNG!" "MMMMMMg."
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 t%!~, 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 s*%@ 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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