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Mindflayers, black puddings... somehow I think I won't enjoy the underground trip my comrades and I are due soon.
Absolutely awesome! I fail to see how is losing all your magical equipment to a black pudding awesome, I'd say that's tragic. Ehm... giving it a second thought, perhaps I wouldn't feel so comfortable with a creature watching me twenty-four/seven with only the gods knowing all the things it must be thinking... there is a reason why I keep shying away from learning Detect Thoughts.
Luckily the lantern archon does exactly that because what you insinuate would be so wrong... O_o I like lantern archons, they're faithful and don't have naughty thoughts or... at least, if they do, they have no physical bodies to act upon them.
I hope I hope so too... if I were you I'd keep that lantern archon watching over my sleep however, you wouldn't believe the kind of party members you can get stuck with sometimes.
my fellow players were quick to gather around her somehow... pervs! It could be worse, at least they haven't tried anythig yet...
That was beyond unfair! That was cheap, the equivalent of being sniped from a mile away! Don't make me call the Lamias! >_<
int he island a ethereal... gah forgot the name.. ...ethereal filcher... I'm -never- forgetting that one, I could have lost the whole thing based on the roll of an invisible attacker I wasn't even aware of... that... was... low...
I can't see the Cloistered Cleric, Dedicated Bard or Warlock While I understand your hatred for Cloistered Clerics, this Divine Bard now feels unloved. *sobs*
is part of the training, you act not think when the needs come. Your clergy must have it easy, acting without thinking would have gotten me killed a dozen times over in Absalom.
*stops a moment, body in a theatrically exagerated racer pose before sprinting at an astonishing speed after JacknDietCoke* And again, I love not being a cleric, my magic is my own.
If I lied about it, would you believe me? If you lied about it, and I was foolish enough, perhaps. Not that you need any of us modelling, one would think you'd have our bodies memorized by now.
But... I didn't say yes! You just did. I recently took on painting. Would you like to pose for a painting? Perhaps if you converted yourself to Shellyn's faith, only then.
And I thank... well, myself really, for psionic true seeing. *her face red with both annoyance and embarassment, she storms towards the jester, extending her arms as she displays herself openly for a full thirty seconds, even turning around to give him a full view* Okay, watch! Get it out of your system! ... Was that enough? Good! *Dispels the True Seeing, then goes away to look for JacknDietCoke*
... mmm and yes i have a great love for diet coke... i see one running along... we should go and check on it :P ...Indeed... *with a wave of her hand, her magic dyes their clothes and armor back to decency* I -so- thank the goddess that for magic, you wouldn't believe how useful these little cantrips are. Did you see the direction that diet coke ran off to?
you know the irony Joanne? if I had wanted something similar to this it would have cost a fortune... *her body just as exposed, she gives the transparent steel armor an apreciative look* Hmmm okay, perhaps by wearing something underneath. *runs away now that he has aspartame as a main ingredient Somehow I got a sudden urge for a soft drink...
Oh, and Jo: ou might want to keep away from water, too. Or avoid sweating too much. *shoots the jester a flustered glare as she covers herself with her arms* Why me!? I didn't even say anything! Jordan, you really should know better than appeasing him...
*returns from her attonement, for some reason she won't sit* ...and in moments like this I'm glad I stayed as an acolyte and never took actual cleric levels.
Internet is for seeing pr0n! we all do bad use of the interwebs!!! *sings* The internet is really really greaaaaaaaaat...
Joanne, are you ok then? ...let's just say that day isn't over yet, but I'm better now.
*bows with a small florish* Ms. Joanne, how are you, well I hope? *she smiles kindly* I'm fine, thanks, just coming back from some vacations prescribed to me by a cleric after one really bad day, but I'm better now.
So no guys for me. Even if you dress up in drag. How lawfully discriminative for someone who was chiding people for not accepting other species' attentions. I thought nothing had a set form (or gender) in chaos.
Oh! Let us not forget that most important turn on for a woman, putting the toilet seat down. :) Amen.
So you jump on the racist train, eh? Mind if I forward your whereabouts to all halfelves so they can discuss your ideas about racial purity with them? :D *she lets out an exasperated sigh* A half-elf is a different -race-, a kobold or a dragon are different -species- with totally different criteria of attractiveness, out of personal preferences there's no reason why a person would feel attracted to a different species. Would you mind stop twisting my words? But even that can work. Look at my associates and Tien schoolgirls. I mean, really, look at them: The tape is out, only 2 gold pieces! *her cheeks still slightly red* How about, no?
She hasn't even met them. All I hear from her is: "I don't like his kind. They're not even the same species! You don't have to -eat- a beholder to find the idea of doing so gruesome. I once met a very cute halfling woman. *she blushes as her mind works too fast for her own good* Oh no! No "right height" jokes, you hear me?
How do you know? Perhaps because she has already mentioned it more than once?
It's alright. I gave him pointers: :D Somehow, that doesn't make me feel any better. Why not? Is she a racist? I never heard her blathering about kobolds, either - though most of the time, I ignore what she says, anyway. I fail to see what would racism have anything to do with not being under any obligation to correspond to unrequited feelings. If that wasn't enough, she's too tall.
He asked me to tell you he'll be at your place at around seven tonight, and he'll bring you gifts of candy and bath salts. I'm afraid to find out what kobolds understand by "candy", or the salts they'd use for bathing... still, it wasn't right to fool that poor beast into pursuing a relationship that will never be, the poor thing will only get hurt.
Friend? Not everyone only works with people he can form a care-bear huggy feely group with. Don't mind him, he's just jealous because he doesn't get enough hugs. Oh, and since you're here again: Could you clean that lake? You know you want to. Being a chick and all. ...and now we know why he doesn't get hugs.
That... made no sense.
dear Goatlieb, do you mind tagging along and visiting far away places? On the condition that you start spelling my name right, but sure, sounds fun.
and NO i don't like kobolds *looking to the other creature around* not even in a stick and with vegetables... *she blinks in amazement, while usually she'd consider said statement a joke, she didn't actually consider the cleric capable of actual humor* Pardon? You didn't actually consider -that-, did you?
I didn't say I'd go away. I said I no longer care if she's tricked, violated, and tortured to death. *sighing, she smiles as she shakes her head* Do I sense jealousy? It's alright, you can tell me.
I give up. Some people are actively opposed to knowledge, preferring their rosy delusions. It's your funeral. You're a lost cause, anyway. *bringing a sand clock, she turns it upside down, the fine grains of sand marking the passage of time* I think he said that same thing earlier, he'll be back soon enough.
*fiddles a sweet melody in her violin*
We Champion it because we know it is right. Spoiler:
Yay Loremaster.
Still, isn't chaos supposed to be rather the natural state of the universe, order instead being an anomaly that happens in very small pockets of the infinite sporadically? Championing a cause implies enacting active efforts, which implies you're artificially guiding the course of events rather than letting them run their course until entropy sets on its own to take them back to the natural order. Interventionism is the way of static order and law, so your cause in itself is self-defeating. You seem to hold Irori in a high concept, next time you come across one of their clergy perhaps you'd like them to talk to you about Wu Wei. *she gives the jester a smug smile*.
*she blushes brightly at the gross example* Do you always use extreme or gross examples? It's not like said thing even existed. In addition, regardless of written codes, we're all human, and entitled to rest and personal time now and then.
certain ejster has me on my toes... Am I selfish if part of me feels glad it's her that jester focuses on?
Sir, she's not on duty right now, I don't think what she wears or does in her own time has anything to do with her creed. Besides, it's not like she's wearing that dress out of choice *sigh* and knowing that wicked jester it's unlikely she'll keep that dress for long anyway...
But pouting is beneath me. Instead, I shall clone myself and have my clone follow you around constantly, visiting the places you visit, shopping where you shop, and so on. Thanks for the warning I guess, I'll remember to be prepared.
By function if not by title.
But I have a box there! ... and there's another part of the city I'll start avoiding in addition to the precipice quarter.
"It is my truest hope that we can all remain friends...one cannot deny ones own nature can they?" Our relations will remain as amiable as you keep them, I assure you. Gaslighting, however, is rather poor form. "If I was having a small bit of fun at your expense, it certainly isn't as dastardly as the fun these other gents have had. No diving into exposed decolletage or other such offensive activities." *she sighs with her cheeks slightly red* That was rather daring of the drow now that I think about it. While you still have questions to answer, I guess I'm glad you're not as insidious as the jester.
Wha!? Look sir, I don't know what you're up to, but gaslighting only works when you're the only witness.
Ivy's Playhouse you say? And would you know if this particular theater was for sale? I'm always looking for new venues to exploit...er...explore. I don't think so. "It seems the young folk are deciding our direction, O' Mottley One. Shall we?" Uhm sir, take no offense, but I wouldn't like that wicked jester anywhere near my home, or the Ivy Playhouse for that matter. Likewise, I'd still like an explaination of what's your relationships to aboleths, it was in your theater I got the slime disease after all.
the Ivy's? never been there dear... A very fine place, but while every single play is artistically (and tastefully) done, some can be rather, well, you know.
... mmm I don't know clearly it can't be more riske that this place, and here you are doing it for free, still one of this days we would have to just mover on Uhm dear, it can be way more risque than this, but fortunately this isn't Ivy's Playhouse or you wouldn't be the only the only one who keeps losing her clothes by now.
Ah you misunderstand, think about what a drow who thinks in terms of violence, and hot sweaty indulgent lust, would find deviant. I offer the finest, and classiest entertainment in the land, in an enviroment fit for the finest of lords... *she blinks, taking a moment in processing the words* That sounds so twisted that it even makes sense.
And you turned down a performance at The Deviant Drow, bet you wish you were there now huh? ;p Sir, really, I'm a ballerina, there's no place for me in a cabaret.
"This is somewhat embarrassing to ask, I suppose, but ask I shall. Where exactly are we? I'd say in some sort of risque theatrical play judging from the way things go around here... *sigh*
H-hey! *an arm covering her cleavage, her white blouse now see-through with the sudden humidity as she nods at the cleric, her magic drying their clothes back*
*a quite scantly and tight silk dress blue night against her curves, leaving little to the imagination, but protecting her honro and dignity, her face blushing red... it looks that its more because of what she saw than what she dresses* *her mouth agape, her eyes keep moving from the scantily-clad cleric to the drow* May I... dare I ask why you keep women's clothing in your pockets, sir? |
