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After allowing others to give the speeches, Mark took his share of the money and headed back into town, unsure about what to do regarding the two people claiming to be his wife and child... But that is a story for another time...
Thank you for running the game. it was a f#$king blast!
Mark begins to speak and then stops as Corso starts to talk. When Corso pauses to allow the rest of the group to speak, Mark gives him a "you know what I am going to say" look.
"Why not."
Mark drops the wyrmling like someone tossing a piece of trash on the ground.
"Giving him a choice to either answer for what he's done or become my property by right of conquest."
Tart Team Tango: "So if you snatch something, you can claim it by right of conquest, eh?" he stares intently at the dragon hatchling, his meaning rather clear, before continuing: "I mean, if those are the rules...." he gives the small creature a tight squeeze and then adds "our other option is that you can go and admit your theft to your father and the others and take what punishment you have earned. I'm sure they'll be merciful." It's clear Mark is offering him a choice.
Team 'Teach the Dragon a Lesson': Mark lashes out and tries to grab it by the throat.
"Listen you little s#$t, I've had enough of your games. Give me the tarts or I break your scrawny neck."
To Catch a Thief: "You did you f@#kin moron, or what do you think the Other f^%king dragons are going to say?"
Corso, Nestis, and GM: "You're not to f#$kin' smart, are you?" Mark asked before continuing: "You stole food from the f#$king meal, and decided decided to hide here? Do you want to die? Return the motherf^%king tarts or we'll haul you to the dragons and YOU can explain to them why you thought stealing from them would be a good idea."
GM, Nestis, and Corso: Mark will wait a moment to see if one of the others wants to take point or he will.
Seeing Nestis rely on investigation, Mark opts to go with bullying and intimidation. He starts demanding the thief's identity, the first person who refuses them gets This.
"I'll go find who f#$king took your stupid f@#king tarts." grumbles Mark as quietly as he can.
Mark sighs and hands his wife his money pouch, then says "you two need to head back to town and wait for me there. There is an inn there. Get a room. I have some business I have to finish first, and I am NOT taking you where I am going. We can talk more when I get back."
Mark. Has. Had. Enough. Before anyone can stop him, he snatches up the chef and slaps him twice across the face, just shy of hitting him hard enough to break something. "Shut up, shut up, shut up. Go make more God@#$m tarts, if you're that worried about them. I am sick and tired of you." Mark then releases the Kobold to fall to the ground.
"I really want to f#....fork up their dinner." Mark says, stopping himself when he sees his daughter.
Mark turns to his wife and says "Can you take those two" he gestures to his daughter and Elandria "Over there a bit so they can't see or here? What's about to happen isn't something more innocent people should see."
Mark returned fire with cold.
Mark gestures, and a beam of cold shoots out at the injured one.
Mark moved his "wife" and "daughter" behind him, then prepared to down his magic on them.
GM: "We should join the others. I'm more than happy to explain things to you later." "I really missed you." Mark says as his shoulders sagged a bit. "I missed you both."
GM: "I want to believe it's you, I really do, but I can't trust my senses. I find you both, what I most want in the world here, surrounded by Fey: creatures who revel in the suffering of mortals. You understand my suspicion." He held up a hand to cut off her protestations "I don't know how you can prove yourself to me. That's my problem. For now, let's just take things slow and hope for the best." He reached out and gave both of them a hug, a tear falling silently down his face.
Mark says nothing but does allow himself to be lead away by what appears to be his wife and child.
If things were crazy before, Mark's brain was now short-circuiting. He stood there stuttering, repeating "Buh...buh...buh" over again, as silent tears streamed down his face.
"What? How? What? Huh?" the rest of the words that would have come out of his mouth were quashed.
"What the f#$k even is reality anymore?" Mark asked, shaking his head.
"Better and f@#kin' better. This day just keeps getting better."
"F@#kin' Faeries." Mark said, spitting out the word faeries like it one might spit out a piece of rotten meat in a stew. Mark then just kicks the tree.
Mark just walked straight towards the tree and...
Mark spits and says "f@#kin' a@#holes." he then starts walking towards the plums.
"Remember it, write it down, make a quick sketch. Who gives a f@#k? You come back and you'll just be picking your face up off the ground again!"
Mark gestures and a beam of cold shoots out at one of the men.
"Get. Out. Of. Our. Way." Mark said.
"Sure is. Even easier to catch a case of d@#kpunchitis." Mark spat right back at them.
"Let's be clear. Piss. Off." Mark says.
Mark said nothing but instead just kept on walking.
"The corpse has a point. Let's go."
Mark gave Nestis a look that said "Really?" before getting up and walking off a short ways to investigate nothing in particular.
Mark just shakes his head in disbelief: between the birds, turkeys, and basic situation he finds himself in, it's been a heckuva day.
Midgard is pretty dope. I'm currently playing a PBP of it on the boards. Dark Sun is also pretty good. I love how the setting actively tries to kill you. I've never heard about Humblewood.
Ya, this game is f@#kin' Great!
Mark just shakes his head at the current situation and says "I swear someone must of put something in my beer last night."
Mark gestures and a ray of frost arcs out at one of the wolves attacking the young woman.
Mark rolled up his sleeves and rolled his neck before cracking his knuckles. He then cast Mage Armor on himself.
GM, Nilelane, and Teegor: Mark sighs and says "Foolish for wanting to find out more about someone? no. Foolish for following a group of armed adventurers and trying to hide from them? yes, absolutely." Mark finishes patching up her arm and says "We can't let you follow us. We're headed to dangerous places and we can't have your life as our responsibility."
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