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there are these things called vitamins; strangely potent stuff :) I suggest purity products perfect multi super greens.
there are these things called vitamins; strangely potent stuff :) I suggest purity products perfect multi super greens.
they are real; i take em; you can web search em.
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Defying all preconceptions about humanoid flexibility, Aso gnaws at some fleas on his nutsack.
"Warning declaration: Aso-one is hunger-one. Dangerous hunger-one."
"Suggestion: This one could kill long-ear, clutch get eat-eat. Aso-one not eat eat such tiny insect which stay in....... thing."
"Hrrrmmm....if I could do that, Varkday nights would be a lot cheaper."
Captured and carted across the desert by unknown, uncaring masters to a fate worse than death, a passing Tyr storm offers you a reprieve.
Banding together out of necessity, you overpower your remaining captors and their mobile undead prison. Scavenging together what supplies you can, you fashion makeshift weapons and set off across the desert towards the nearest known good water supply, braving wilderness hazards and bizarre monsters (not to mention a nest of gophers).
Even at the gates of Raam the dangers of the city manifest, but you are aided by a case of mistaken identity, and members of the local Veiled Alliance escort you to their safe house. Templars cut short your rest and resupply, and you narrowly escape the raid as your new allies sacrifice themselves to buy you time.
Blindly running down the alleyways, you encounter an arrogant elf, who meets a quick and dirty fate at the business end of your weapons. Taking shelter in a local establishment targeted for a shakedown by the elf, you discover a friendly face, more or less. Returning to the scene of your crime, you discover the slain elf's head is nowhere to be found, although a sword more valuable than a thousand elves lies at the bottom of the well, a sword which makes contact that very evening, spinning tales of other powerful weapons close at hand.
Branching out from your new home, you discover more than one supposed safe hideaway has become the target or recent raids, and the cities many factions are on the move in the wake of Dregoth's march to Urik. You decide to infiltrate an opposing faction’s safe house disguised as a spa in an attempt to acquire more of these ancient weapons of power, only to discover all is not as it seems. Breaking up the hallucinogenic orgy, one of your Halfling companions is cut down from behind as you fight your way to the back rooms just in time to recover the majority of the items, although each appears to have an agenda all their own.
Fleeing superior firepower and invisible assailants, you return home only to discover your newfound resting place a melted mound of ruin, with your valiant gladiator friend inside. Deciding against fighting in the arena for the day, half the party stands guard at your new temporary loding, gleaning what rest and supplies as they might, while the rest of you head to a bar a few blocks away to meet with a potential new contact. Arriving too late due to exhaustion and oversleep, you miss your contact, but meet up with a former companion, intent unknown.
As you attempt to decide a course of action, a massive and unnatural tornado laden with necromantic energy descends upon the city, draining the life from anyone foolish or unlucky enough to stand against its fury.
As you emerge from shelter into the wreckage of the city, a horde of skeletons boils forth from every alleyway, intent on finishing the job.
<hehe have that Little Shop of Horrors song and scene in my head now; Dentist>
<hehe have that Little Shop of Horrors song and scene in my head now; Dentist>
You have a talent for causing great pain!
Son, be a dentist,
People will pay you to be inhumane!
Your temperament's wrong for the priesthood,
And teaching would suit you still less,
Son be a dentist! You'll be a success!
Hey, Radik!
It's all the people you've killed, come to extract revenge from beyonst th' grave.
He's over here!!! Come get him!!!
(we're not trying to hide, right?)
nice recap of the action btw; hehe nice pun from me too :)
'I sense a disturbance, as if hundreds of souls were all silenced at once,... and then got back up to take their revenge!'
'Shut up Cair,'
Radik is getting angrier by the second, having realized that the storm-dead re-form once destroyed. He racks his brain, trying to think of something that could annihilate the undead creatures.
"Let's get out of here!"
Aso continues with his genital grooming while Radik does the thinking.
"Let's get out of here!"
"An excellent suggestion. Why didn't I think of that? Oh. Wait. I did." Faindriac frowns at his not-quite-panicked companion. He points firmly to the arcing energy in the broken wall.
"When Malaki gives the signal, jump." He then turns to give one, last glance at the approaching horde, looking desperately around the wind-swept street for anything that could be used as a weapon, diversion or shelter from the sand-blasted skellies.
'When we escape this predicament, remind me to give you a stern lecture Cair.'
'Lecture? Me?! Why? I didn't do anything!'
'Getting into this situation has to be your fault. Because otherwise it would be MY fault. And that can't be right.'
Looks at Faindriac talking. His unstrapped codpiece flops around.
"Aso t...t...talk to his f...f...f...fleas. Just like you."
Looks at his balls.
"C...c...c...come here, my p...p...p...pretties."
"L...l...lecture me?"
Aso looks aghast at his fleas. Peers up at Faindriac.
sheesh; just eat your little appetizer quitely please; am trying to commune over here, squack!
"Y...y...y...wanna me t...t...t...te pick yers?"
Hissing in frustration, Skarsnikt lobs a rock in the general vicinity of Aso. "Silly softshells! Now not time for that! Get through wall-hole first, mate later!"
<Goes through the wall, danglies dangling.>
"Hrrrrrmmmm.....heh heh...."
Hissing in frustration, Skarsnikt lobs a rock in the general vicinity of Aso. "Silly softshells! Now not time for that! Get through wall-hole first, mate later!"
Radik laughs hoarsely.
"Funny, bug. After you."
"Don't stand in front of him, if ya know what's good fer ya.
Hrrrmmm...."
I shall go through last.
Drummroll.......
WAIT! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T DO IT!
"hrrrmmm...nice weather..."
"hrrrmmm....ayyup."
its weather; if you dont like it; wait a while; it will change.
"reckon....hrrrrmmmm...."
"F!!# the weather."
"hrrrmmm....get off my lawn, hippie."
<= hands Shenker some water; if he sees a lawn he is obviously suffering from heat injury. Obviously slow listless speach too.
Boy, you should relax a bit; step out of the sun and refresh yourself; let me fan you with my wings to cool you a bit
<= looks at Shenker critically
methinks he is overwrought by the heat...
"D...d...d...done frackin' t...t...t...touch me."
"hrrrmmmm....oh, iron maiden, yes...."
"I get all of Radik's gear? Sweet."
"Radik has on granny panties? Weird...."
search r 19...
"Radik has on granny panties? Weird...."
search r 19...