Just a bit confused for my part. Work has been insane lately so that's basically all I can keep in mind.
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Digger grins broadly. "They call me Digger. And you continue to make my day better and better. I hope I can do the same for your night."
Holy s##$, look at the gams on her!
"Hark and hello! You are a welcome sight in multiple ways: long have we traveled to get here; it has been some time since we've seen anyone other than each other; and you are a vision of strength and beauty that gives me hope for not just my business here, but for life in general. Alas, our story is perhaps not a very interesting one; common and plain as snow. We are traveling merchants without merchandise and more coin than needed to live for now. Thus, we venture forth to this magnificent city in hopes to purchase goods we will later sell to people not fortunate enough to see this place, or, for that matter, see you."
"If it comes down to it, just let me do the talkin, fellas. No offense."
"I bet you would, Doc. Them fancy folk tend to not like strangers."
I'm here! Just been extra busy at work.
"Fellas, I won't lie. Stock is low. We're traveling to replenish. Love to help you out and make a profit but pickins is low."
"Yeah, boys. Leave that to me. Comes down to it, the other Brit we say is a mute, or under vows of silence or some sort. Getting where I don't belong is a specialty of mine." Digger grins.
"Holy s$$~ talking wolves!" he says, way too late.
Digger is frozen in a haplessly large, mouth agape, smile. He had forgotten about the dreams, the daydreams, too. But his very core was gleeful and overwhelmed by the talking wolves. For once he could say nothing.
Digger considers this a bit. "You're right, Doc. Just felt bad to me. Course, now maybe they're looking at us. Always loved wolves, but seein em ain't so great."
"Oh, f~!!! Wolves! Tiger time!"
"Oh Jesus. I'm a city boy! This is why! But g&#+~@, it's beautiful!"
"Hense "kindly
"Yeah, some kindly old wizard. That feels right."
"Sister Mary Zamparelli said fungi weren't plants." Digger looks to surprised faces. "Listen, if you saw Sister Mary Zamparelli you'd remember too."
Sorry guys, I've had less me time while traveling than anticipated. Also Digger is basically useless here.[/ooc]
"Gahhhhh! What the f#!~ do we do??"
"Science gentlemen, thanks. Not much I have of use to do here and now."
"Yeah, Doc. I concur. The weird magic mold on him is a problem. Even if we weren't off to slay a moss monster."
"The hell is going on?!"
"This is nasty as hell. I'm not touching him!"
"Oh, Naajy! How could you not know about moss trolls?" Digger trolls.
Ew! A ginger!
"Witches eat kids, right? SO it could definitely be both."
Digger takes total defense and scrambles away. This is a New Yorker's nightmare and he's getting the hell away, turning the air blue all the way.
"So, what, we make a poem?"
"Whoa! Neat!" Digger grabs the icicle.
Digger seems to think it's obvious how the device works, eventually.
"I'm just along for the ride, fellas."
"Jesus Mary and Joseph! That was crazy!"
"Ow! Magic is lousy!"
Digger tries shooting the floating weirdo.
Digger IS one to be left out and is a little queasy at the gang-up. He doesn't protest.
"Fire makes this strain worse. Leave the village to their own devices and most will die, but the infection will be stopped. If you got somethin to guard here, just do that. You can't risk fires bringing it to it's most easily spread phase."
"Ah, no! Fire actually excites and spreads the problem. Best just to leave the village alone, allow no contact from here and it will die out on its own in a month or two."
Dropping this in all my games. I started a new work assignment today that leaves me with less posting time. How much less I'm not sure, but my teacher hours mean I can still post every day. I'm not quitting by any means, just letting you know my posting hours will be more limited.
"Sir, to reveal that now could lead to panic!"
"Oooh, check out this sweet knife!"
Digger looks for books with pictures. He's literate, but easily bored.
"So what's the plan now?"
"Yeah, that's a limey all right."
"That's a legitimate thing we've seen. Maybe that makes sense to one of you, maybe it sounds crazy. You, supposed limey! Insult me specifically to prove you're from da same earth."
Oh, great, another Limey ... welcome guys!
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