Righty-oh! I'm going on an adventure!
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Pipp provides some traveling music. Spoiler: What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk? I'ma get, get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps (Check it out) I drive these brothers crazy,
My love (love), my love, my love, my love (love)
She's got me spending.
"Is running away something we heroes do a lot? This adventuring business is so exciting!"
"Well we better get out of here. I've heard of that Snow White, and she's a b*&@$."
"I told you they were friendly. They just need our help!"
I tried to resurrect our PbP, somebody never posted. Pipp is always up for adventure!
I tried to resurrect our PbP, somebody never posted. Right-o. And here I was hoping to meet those lovely piggy chaps. I brought biscuits to share.
"Righty ho." Pipp knocks on the door. "Hello in there!"
Pipp wanders back to his allies. "Well, these inhabitants seem like nothing to fear. The poor little guy is trembling in there."
Pipp has a rare moment of coherence and grasps Aevelyn's message. He sneaks around the house to get a closer look.
"Should we knock?"
Pipp looks at the garden. "Pah. Look at it! Their bones grow all crooked!" Naturally, oblivious to the double-entendre.
"Righty ho. Do we knock on the door?"
"Is this some sort of orcling greeting? Well, likewise, my small friend!" Pipp says, attempting to shove his hand into Jyg'g's pocket.
"I thought we were burning the body..." Pipp whimpers, as he turns green watching Jyg'g brutalize the corpse.
"Good thinking!"
"Surely these woods are safer now thanks to our heroic efforts! Do we now continue on to the pigs themselves?" Pipp starts to play a bit of travelling music on his flute in anticipation.
Pipp starts sticking large marshmallows on the ends of pointed sticks.
"Ooh! It worked!"
Since the party is already blessed, and Pipp seems strangely well-versed in stacking rules, instead of breaking into song he resorts to a trick of magic he learned on the road.
"I never imagined our adventure would turn into a love story. I should start composing "The Ballad of Mclovin and Aevelyn". People always like a lovesong."
"I daresay, he smells fairly like my Aunt Mildred," Pipp whispers.
"I'll be very quiet," Pipp whispers.
As they travel, Pipp starts to play a merry jig on his flute.
"You meet such interesting people when you are an adventurer!"
"What a charming tune!"
"I'm very stealthy!" Pipp calls out gleefully while breaking a branch underfoot.
"I'll lead the way!" "Sure, I'll help you find the path! I never imagined I would be so good at this!" Pipp starts to hum a merry tune while plucking at his lute.
"I'll lead the way!" Pipp says, foolishly overestimating his competence at, well, anything.
"Yes, I found this path over here, and it looks exciting and dangerous. Maybe it's the way to the other houses!"
"I hope I find a clue!"
"Do heroes knock? I seem to think that they don't, but then that's terribly rude. I think we should knock politely and then fell the foul beasts."
Utterly spent, Pipp exclaims, "This business of investigation is exhausting!"
"My, this is just like a real adventure!" Pipp says to himself under his breath.
Once settled with Goldie, Pipp gets to the matter at hand. "We're looking for 3 pigs. But not just any pigs... Although some ham sounds delicious... but 3 particularly nasty pigs. Villainous pigs, even!" Pipp provides a brief description.
Pipp tries a sip of his Naughty Nymph, "Delightful!" as he follows Goldie and Hieron. OOC: On a side note, I'm leaving tomorrow for Italy. By about Sunday I think I should be reasonably settled enough to start checking in, but between now and then it will be spotty.
Pipp wanders happily up to the bar of the Happy Tramp and waves for Goldie's attention. "Let's see... What should I have... Something fruity. You pick. Anyway, I've heard that you're something of a go-to person for people looking for information."
Actually, that kind of looks like me with my hat off. I thought that was just part of your head.
"The stink of righteousness? I just figured that was a lavender body wash," Pipp says, oblivious to Skia's advances.
"That plan sounds like a good one to me. I can't wait to meet Goldie!" Pipp hustles to keep up with Skia.
"Are all goblins that friendly? What a swell chap. Shall we make our way to meet this Goldie?"
"Delightful! Perhaps while we're in town I can pick up a new scarf!" Pipp resumes his flute-playing.
Pipp begins to play a spritely jig/Jyg'g on the flute to accompany the orcling's merry dance.
"We bards have to learn how to open our mouths quite wide and keep them that way for a while. For singing, you know. Why are you looking at me like that?"
Throughout all of this, the look of pure excitement has not waned from Pipp's face. "A dark forest? A wicked spell? Ham? This has all the makings of a fantastic tale! I wouldn't miss it for anything. Someday, we'll all be in storybooks because of this, I'm sure!" Feigning a more serious expression, Pipp goes on, "Now let's see... I feel like a hero in a story would ask some questions. What do the pigs look like?"
"I'm always ready to participate in some new tale of daring-do!!!" |