You have no idea how wonderfully charming and rustic them thair hillbillies are. Jes' some innocent country folk doin' what needs doin'. Yep. If'n yer lucky, yer "face" will get himself invited to some one on one time with the clan matriarch. ;-)
Frag the character in his sleep, take his stuff, incinerate the remains. Better yet, animate the corpse as a scroll caddy and have his zombified tucas carry his own loot back to the fence for you. Then incinerate the zombie in a really big fire. A note to the GM can work. Or man up and do it anyway.
No one reads my mind and takes my loot without suffering accordingly. If there is a reason, it's simple: God / [insert character's diety name here, ideally the one the pain in the butt character worships] told me to do it.
Charles Evans 25 wrote:
I know nussink!!
Troy Pacelli wrote:
I will be enjoying this read very soon ... *puffs*
^_^ Tentacles ... my boss just loves tentacles ...
stuart haffenden wrote:
;) Here's a cigar ...
stuart haffenden wrote:
Gee what a shame ... no Magi-Mart ...
Jay Walsh wrote:
Kill zem ... kill zem all.
They've had plenty of clues, information and loot to be so poorly prepared at this point. Toy with them, torment them, toss some into the cooking pit, make them strap on girdles of gender bending. They're not "dealing" with dumb carnivores ... they're dealing with me. And I don't play nice. >:)
Sounds like they need some encouragement to "voluntarily leave the country" ... *puff* *puff*
Sabotage = positive thread contributions ... ^_^
pals up next to Orthos
Prince of Demons has a nice ring to it indeed ...
Hrmmm ... sounds like a dozen or so well-earned Cleric levels may be just the ticket. Cleric ... of ME !! puffs on a rather rancid stogey
Don't go and do the bold "highlighted" part above ... well, without me causing it at least. >:D
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I will chastise their offspring throughout eternity, the ultimate recurring nemesis! Molestation, gender-bending, using their friends' brain pans as ashtrays ... these are just the beginning of a malevolent relationship!
I do miss Ray Liota so ... such a large brain pan ...
A most worthy contribution to the mortal gene pool.
I must be more ... aggressive ... there may come a time when some scum comes along and rubs out my superior patronage. The sowing of many, many wild oats must ensue!
*leaves a stogey of continual burning behind*
I would suggest Climb speed equal to land speed, with the loss of winged flight. This is awesome! KuTGW - and I shall have to re-introduce Olangru to future campaigns. *grins evilly*
Bonus points: they're halflings, cannibals, and been afflicted with the "savage" template.
Hook them up with a certain species of vermin and a certain ... inclination ... and the Disciples of Olangru are on a good opening act.
puffs on a stogey
Mmmmm ... a hint of humiliation, a touch of terror, dipped in reduced broiled sweetmeat. Delicious.
You could call them "Disciples of Olangru" ... >:D
Excellent ... let her know that she will bear offspring worthy of my lineage.
Or not ... surprises are always fun!
Ah, but there are certain planar locales that possess greatly accelerated time flow relative to the Material Plane.
They may find Lirith's "offspring" at some later point yet to be determined ... >:)
Amella / Amalla ... the saucy wench whose spirit is nigh-untamable.
Good times, good times.
So many temporary set backs... all some one needs to do is perform the proper ritual ...
Lights a fat stogey, grinning from ear to ear
After all, a father must check in on his children from time to time. You know, just to make sure the mothers deliver them with minimal complications...
And I need a new ashtray.
All too easy ...
Silent Man wrote:
Pull up a chair, light a stogey and watch the carnage with me.
Just don't put on that spiffy magical belt on the chair there, and you'll be fine.
Men get slaad eggs 'implanted'. I have this buddy up the coast aways, within easy teleporting distances you see - a few quick hops each way, and a little packet of 'presents' are available.
Brutalizing them is certainly not out of the question. After all, an ape's gotta do what an ape's gotta do. And with some style ... the cigar ash has to go somewhere, and occasionally one has got to put it out in a hurry - say, in an eye.
I crush many ... I intend to crush your "heroes" as well.
As the saying goes, the best things in life are to crush your enemies, see them driven before you ... and to hear the protestations of their women! >:)
Tom Qadim wrote:
Olangru observes that 'cougars' are mammals, not Fish. Therefor, Olangru observes that the fish-equivalent of such are 'barracudas'.
Olangru leaves an excellent pie for Mr. Fishy made from his last abductee before teleporting away to acquire more ingredients.
Olangru is not picky about heretics. Olangru thinks that fishy heretics taste as good as non-fishy heretics.
Olangru leaves an offering of pie for Mr. Fishy before teleporting off to abduct a heretic for the inquisition.