Mirinde fumbles for her bow and sends an arrow streaking at one of the chaos demons. I wonder if I am doing the right thing here...but what else could I have done?
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I was hoping for a raucous race, not a brutal murder. :P
I guess that I was little too subtle. yeah he'll keep running
aw well, lets end it quickly then.
Even my chaos sister is against me. unbelievable. :P
"Scissor grind Justica if you'd like, but I would have shared with you."
Way OP. I'd never play anything but a cleric in the future. LOL how about a cantrip spell. Making it dark. Since a human needs light to see, how would that help against a withdrawal attack
oh boy, if we get to argue rules then: The cleric must atone for his sins. He must do nothing but utter chants and intonations for the next 10 minutes, starting as soon as he is able (i.e., if he is in combat, he can wait until the danger is over). Clancy initiated combat, not MW. After he started praying... but if he didn't atone for his sins, then how would paralysis be available to him?
Mister Wanderful puts his weapons away and grabs the egg. He starts running for the exit, all the time wishing he had a Feather Fall spell.
He fires at a mirror.
"Everyone focus on ending the healer!" Shouts Mister Wanderful. He aims at mirror Clancy and fires.
Mister Wanderful laughs out loud at his duplicates fumble. The elf draws his bow and aims it at the back of the dictator's... ...Mister do as I say or die by my hand... ...head. He pulls the bow tight with an arrow notched. He quickly switches from Clancy's melon to the recovering MW.
Mister Wanderful reaches out with his right hand and grabs the kiss. The elf pockets the treasure. He gracefully smiles and looks his mirror-self up and down. He nods approvingly. He then rolls his eyes while listening to the incessant droning coming out of Clancy's mouth. ...Holy bulging ball sacks, that guy is soooo Dum. You're right master. Soooo right"... "You're babbling to constructs who don't care. You hand over the sigil of the Scions of Law, which you don't have, then they ask us to leave. Like, once." Mister Wanderful pulls free his bow and arms it with an arrow."Next, following the law, they fight. I just hope to hit only the mirror you."
"Maybe you can bribe the gods of law with some gold." the elf replies.
"The only escape that we have from this place is back to the land of Chaos. Maybe they were only kidding about throwing us into their lake of fire." Says Mister Wanderful with a shrug. ...I don't want to burn. Tell them its a bad idea. I mean... The elf walks the stairs and into the light.
Mister Wanderful shrugs off the roar magic. He grits his teeth and launches another attack.
"So strange that they don't seem to like you..." He says to Mister Wanderful, glancing at the elf. "They're just annoyed that their sphincters are slammed so tight that they can't excrete their poisons...much like you." He responds. He slides back like Mirinde and fires his bow at a free tiger.
"I don't get it - are we supposed to let ourselves be killed by that thing?" - Artemis boggles - "Is this some kind of parlor trick or something? Can't we just bribe it with gold?" "The sacrifice is something deeply personal, not a splash of gold." says the elf.
Mister Wanderful grits his teeth. He growls begrudgingly. "Fine. take my spell Feather Fall." "...And losing a spell is not a great idea. I mean, will you sacrifice me? No master. Please don't..."
"Hey Clancy, do you want to distribute torches again?"
"Can we slaughter them now?!"
"You know that imbecile will eventually get us all killed." He says and then sighs heavily and stores his bow. When Roscoe reaches out with his hands, Mister Wanderful starts dancing. "You're such a flaming 'Mo." He says with a lisp.
“There is an absence in this oasis of perfection, If thou art a true champion of Law, take steps—however dire—to address this absence. Through its presence you shall pass your trial." Repeats the elf to the group. "The couples are chaotic in their dance. Slaughter the dancers to fix the chaos." Explains Mister Wanderful while pulling free his bow.
Mister Wanderful wonders if the dancers are 'real' or figments. He touches a couple dancing by. He then watches the dance of one couple, memorizing their dance moves.
"As a 'true' champion of Law, enlighten me about what is missing." He pointedly says to Clancy. "Maybe we need to add someone ugly to the dancers for balance. You should go bop the ball."
"Why don't we try just moving them into the correct order first and see what happens". "Forewords and backwards" Mister Wanderful adds.
Mister Wanderful shrugs and says "Yes, Yes. I find this whole dimension quite unnerving. My apologies to those who took offence." The elf wanders to the emerald glass and examines it. "What, do we drink these? Do we toss them on the ground? Are we to build a bridge with these?"
"Ugg." Mister Wanderful grunts. "Five doors. We solve one and go up a fifth of the stairs. Being lawful doesn't make them complex." "...Yeah an egg is a solution? I mean its a mishappen circle. The designer musta been moronical with a boomin' deep voice... "Please, just pick a door." The elf says.
"Let's hope that the room is as unimaginative as you are." He says with a smile.
Knowing he'll be ignored by the intellectually deficient priest, He quips "You've already decided. Why do you keep asking us only to ignore what we say, again?"
"Do you or anybody here know what a yolkless egg is. Does it have a shell like a chicken? What color is it? Or is it more like a gelatinous frog egg. Or is it something more metaphorical or spiritual? Just create a beastie with imaginary detail." Spurts the Wand man.
"Embrace your inner divine spark and walk in the footsteps of the gods, or await the end of their creation within these walls." He says with lisping authority. "Your mommie says I should give you a break, but... "...Please, please, please smack him in the head. knock some sense into him..." "...We will die in here if you don't make something that the room approves of." He says exhaustively.
"At the beginning of Time, the gods brought LIFE to the world. Behold the last piece of divine matter from which the Eternals wrought their creation." Mister Wanderful repeats calmly with a deep and lisping voice. "The two elves said create a beasty. You tried being a divine carpenter. How silly. A God would never be a carpenter."
"Because that's what gods are known for, crafting doors." Says Mister Wanderful, as he attacks. Though He's not sure if an arrow will wound it.
"Maybe you should create a creature more akin to your personality. Except I'm not sure that you can create a creature which is one hundred percent ass." quips the elf.
"I asked myself the same question." Mister wonderful says. ...Me too. I asked the same question. Actually my question was, I wonder if the egg is tasty. I mean, it should be real tasty...
Mister Wanderful picks a random door and walks through.
"You look very scruffy and unkempt." Mister Wanderful arches a eyebrow. "Your masters don't seem to care about you much. Are you sure that they have not forgotten you?"
Clancy looks at the elf and only smiles in the face of his taunt. "An oath given under duress is no oath at all. I believe in my heart that justice will prevail by the end of this mission, however. Chaos is always too busy consuming itself to achieve victory in the end. Witness the machinations of the Chaos Council, each trying to usurp the power of this egg over the other." "I see your decision is already made. Good to know."
Mister Wanderful looks around and starts laughing. "Your nipples should be as hard as a rock, Mister Just. Do you think Justicia is nearby? What if she tells you to do something differing from your word? Your word to take the yolkless wonder back. That'd be tough." ..."So smooth, Now smack the back of his head. Ok, so no smacking, Violence is not always the answer. It can solve..."
Mister Wanderful slowly licks the cucumber juice leaking down it's side. "It's a dangerous adventure, I'm sure." He shrugs. "Maybe the survivors should decide."
Mister Wanderful grabs a big juicy fat cucumber from the table. He opens wide and bites off the tip. "Mmmmmmm." he moans. As soon as he clears his mouth, "Let's get this all started."
"...So you gonna tell 'em? Huh? You gonna tell 'em? I think... Mister Wanderful shrugs "Did you get hit on? Because the guy that visited me was so hot."
I'm PMing my answer to Brain. I suggest everyone do the same. so cool
"Let's see what the new day brings." He says. Mister Wanderful checks each room then picks the best one.
"True that" - the man paused - "And you all know I am not given to much philosophical considerations, but... What if these guys are the real thing? Serving them makes us... What?" "A member of the chaos club." he says.
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