Ms. Quick's page

:facepalm:

"I mean, c'mon! It has been at least two days since the lodge hall caught on fire! That must be some kind of record, right? Right?

Ms. Quick pokes her head through the front door.

Hey! THINDERLIPS! Maldris was looking for you!

Who left this here?

And what's that over there?

Gods....

That which is seen...

Uh oh....

I saw the pictures from that 150th table. I believe the quote was, "I don't think I should serve him any more alcohol."

Yeah, Keith needs a power nap.

147 posts?! That'll teach me to ignore my own threads.

tlotig wrote:

Even worse when there are 4 average PCs and the 5th player brings their monk/oracle/bard, Not only can they not contribute by removing the 4 player adjustment they have made the game harder for the other players.

I agree, adventuring with me is an exercise in depression. My sword has found its way out of its sheath once in my adventures. I've yet to swing a weapon in anger. I'm not well armored, and I can't stand in the front ranks. All I do stand in the back ranks and tell depressing tales of everybody's eventual demise.

It's like I define your issue.

It's true. I've seen him in... action. If there was ever a dude who really needed to get la-, I mean lighten up, it is Marženek.

He's talking about you.

You people are so petty...and tiny.

You got that right. 'Cept for that tiny part.

Oh gods...

He's going to drink Merlot out of a skull now, isn't he?

THUNDERLIPS! wrote:

UM... THUNDERLIPS! ALWAYS BREAKS FOURTH WALL? THUNDERLIPS! MEAN, ROOM HAVE FOUR WALLS. WHY WOULD THUNDERLIPS! BREAK THREE AND NOT FOUR?

THUNDERLIPS! CONFUSED...

Ceilings dear.

Never stopped him before.

THUNDERLIPS! wrote:

Shamira wrote:

Attempting to quietly adjust the fullplate on her mammoth

I have to agree with Flutter here.
Some people need to learn how to treat their companions before they are to be allowed to take care of creatures that will rely upon them a lot more.

THUNDERLIPS!'S eyes grow big. His mouth opens just a bit. Drool collects on his lower lip. The hair on his face, head, and chest expands exponentially. Wispy shapes coalesce around THUNDERLIPS!, mimicking their caller. Slow steps bring THUNDERLIPS! closer to the mammoth. An arm moves toward the beast.

MAMMOTH...

Wow, that infatuation didn't last long…

No, I'm not designing a trollephant.

He's easy to distract. A trail of meat, raw or cooked: makes no difference, usually gets him home with out too much fuss.

Anyway, you've got my support if you wanna torch the Grand Lodge or whatever.

We just finished rebuilding the lodge from the last time that happened.

Could you at least go tear down the Silver Crusade's joint?

Please?

There were slavers? Now I know why I was sent to the jungle.

I never would have had the courage to finish off my first tpk table without Jon's... tender... guidance. Though I agree his 'killer' reputation is undeserved :D

Congrats Jon!

You know, when I hear three skeletons and a skeleton champion wiped out a Pathfinder away team, I say that reputation is earned.

Great, another location about to be demolished.

You know, THUNDERLIPS!, it's getting to the point we can't take you anywhere. They didn't send you after Sharrowsmith. No, they sent me instead. You are the reason we can't have nice things.

Why is this in website feedback? Shouldn't it be in PFS General Discussion?

Looks at note.

Looks at cart.

Looks at note.

Looks at cart.

Shakes head. Walks away.

A tall pale woman, with jet black hair, wearing plain white robes approaches, carrying a spellbook in one hand, and a strange technological device in the other

"You're um, uh, Ms. Quick right?"

Yes. Yes I am. Girl, you need to get out in the sun more.

Uh... Ok.

So have you seen my friend or not? You people are supposed to know all about secret things so you of all people should know where a large naked barbarian with an equally large naked woman would disappear to. Those assho-, I mean well intentioned souls, over at the Silver Crusade lodge are ignoring me. Shouldn't they be worried about finding a lost Pathfinder? I'm talking to my union rep. Oh, that's right. He got bounced for killing The Spider.

Don't call me pet. No one calls me pet. Last person to call me pet went into the ocean a piece at a time. I started with his feet. By the time I got to his prized possession, the screams became a symphony. It helped that some Kuthites were on board as well. Thankfully, the Kuthites were not long for this world when I put in at Ilizmagorti. Those people are just plain wrong.

Miss Quick is visibly irritated by just being near the Silver Crusade lodge. Her hands fidget with the buttons on her cloak while she rocks back and forth on her feet. Her eyes dart back and forth like she expects to see someone she may have robbed back in the day. Her nervousness is very apparent.

Ok, I'm gonna make this quick.

I'm looking for my friend, THUNDERLIPS!. I was hoping one of you misguided moro-, I mean, well intentioned souls, saw him as he left Maldris's soon to be redecorated lodge. Again. He's been missing for a few days and I'm starting to get worried.

He's 7' tall, roughly 280 pounds, blond hair, blue eyes, naked, carrying an earthbreaker and Madeline Blakros, who might be just as naked. Upon uttering the prospect of a naked Madeline Blakros, Miss Quick closes her eyes tight, shudders, and bites back the bile rising in her throat.

If you see him, approach with caution. He might be sober which means he could be dangerous. I advise leaving a trail of meat and beer leading back to Skyreach. That should get him home.

Thanks, bye.

Hello? Anyone here?

Um...

I'm looking for my friend? A large Ulfen barbarian, goes by the name THUNDERLIPS!? His normal attire is nothing more than a studded leather thong and some boots. He has long blond hair, a large beard, and a massive amount of chest hair. Oh, and he always carries around his earthbreaker that I refuse to acknowledge by the name he gave to the weapon.

Yeah, ok, where was I? Oh, right. Um, you see he... uh, somehow managed to worm his way into the Blakros family. When he told me about this, he was really drunk. Even by THUNDERLIPS!/barbarian/Ulfen standards, he was lit up. So, there was a get together over at Maldris's place where we were introduced to Madeline Blakros. Calling her homely is is doing a disservice to the woman. Wow. Yeah, ok. Anyway, he- What just touched me? Seriously, what just touched me!

Miss Quick starts to back out of the room

I found his thong in the Petal District. I found bits and pieces of the dress the Blakros woman was wearing in the Petal District as well. I don't know which is worse, seeing THUNDERLIPS! naked or Madeline Blakros naked. Then again, based on what I heard used to happen around these parts you all are ok with images best left unseen. Heh heh, yeah... um, I'll let myself out thanks.

Stupid barbarians...

The other day he caused a ruckus you may have heard about. I think they are still cleaning up the lodge room. I figured he'd get hungry or thirsty by now and wander home by now. I did find his studded leather thong on the way to the Petal District.

I am starting to get a little worried.

Miss Quick finishes what was left of her bottle of wine. She fumbles for another.

Half-orc? I don't think anyone has accused him of that particular personality trait. It appears Hamaria's sudden change of heart caused our two love birds to cement their betrothal in the way only THUNDERLIPS! can. Give the man-child time, he will bring the Blakros family around. Sweet mercy, I mean, Nigel Aldain married into the family. If they could take him in, THUNDERLIPS! is shoo in.

Miss Quick pokes through the debris, finally locating a bottle that, somehow, still contains wine. After a healthy drink, she wipes her mouth and pokes Miss Turner.

What are the four greatest words in the Taldane language?

I told you so.

Eyes THUNDERLIPS! walking towards her

Don't you even think about throwing me again! If you lay one hand on me I will cut you!

Someone give that man a drink and a membership card.

Um... I don't know if he would ever leave. Trust me, I've seen the damage he can do to a drinking establishment. There is a reason he is not allowed back in "The Restful Pathfinder" cantina.

Heh.

But back to the topic at hand.

You don't have to wait for Maldris's seal of approval to go after slavers. You just have to get in and out before the guards show up.

I'm more of a sea borne gal when it comes to sending slavers to the boneyard. Funny, I always ran from the gray sails before and now I find myself working with them. Life sure is cruel some times. Let's just hope they still don't sail near Ilizmagorti.

Ms. Quick wrote:

Corvus, yer alright for a bird dude!

I like yer style.

DUDE!?! looks down and ruffles their feathers

Sorry, my bad. When yer 3' tall like I am you learn to not stare straight ahead too much.

Corvus, yer alright for a bird dude!

I like yer style.

I hear this Maldris fellow appreciates good knife work every now and then. Good. Because ever since that greazy Varisian sold out to the camel sniffer, I've been looking for a new home.

This Liberty's Edge better not be soft on slavers, though. I don't like slavers.