"I want some Whiskey!" Karrin laughs.
Sharinda bustles about getting everyone their shots
"I miss anyone?" She calls out
"Yes, yes,
another death,"
Malfearr mutters, then suddenly the inn shakes and for a moment the agelessness seems to vanish as time seems to touch the World Serpent Inn, and for a moment the world feels old.
"For the first DM time has past,
he is gone, but he won't be the last."
Suddenly the wave passes and things return to normal.
"The gods have moved, and the new weight they bare,
the fate of the universe is theirs to share,
one of it's creators has sadly passed on,
but new hands now lift where his hands have gone."
"What's a DM?" Karrin asks.
"It is the one that gives shape to our earth,
it is from their minds that the universe was birthed."
Karrin looks as though she'd like to ask more but Malfaerr fills her mug with beer and holds it high.
"To Mystara, Blackmoor, and Dave Arneson,
we'll never forget, we owe you our fun."
Traveller Smurf raises his apple brandy
"I'll smurf to that!" He cries
The Witchbrand nods. "To Arneson."
"A round on the house for lost visionaries... Prost!"
Karrin glances down at the mug of beer and the double shots of whiskey in front of her and smiles. Karrin quickly drops one of the shots (glass and all) into the beer mug and begins quickly drinking as the beer suddenly begins to froth, then, having drained her mug she grabs her final shot and slams that back as well.
"To Arneson," she cries, her cheeks growing slightly flush, "I love you guys."
Traveller Smurf belches contentedly
Another toast! To the neverending Game!
He holds out his second Apple Brandy shot and fires it down
Chaine smiles for the first time and says simply, "I'll drink to that. Arneson and Gygax." He lifts his mug and drinks.
"Eh all yous... It's been a bit down in here of late what with two new Isles appearing on the Astral but there's a whole new multiverse to explore. Step through some doors an see if ye can't bring some newcomers to the Serpent! I hear there be a society o' intrepid explorers called Pathfinders. Waggle yer tongues now me Patrons. A certain Guidebook to the The Great Beyond be gettin' scrivened. Might be a good place to drop me take-out menu!"
Malfaerr drops an order form into her haversack.
Lolenthiel was nowhere to be seen when the world went old. She fades back into view now, unravelling in reverse, like a Cheshire Cat sans the smile. If anything, she might look solemn.
Despite missing the toast, she reaches for her discarded cup of cider, and says, "Arnesen. Gygax." before downing the whole thing.
"Temporal spacial anomalies disturb my already unfocused dimensional stability." she offers in a slight slur, by way of explanation.
"Gesundheit luv..."
"Y'know, I must be going crazy.. I think I understood about 1/12th of what's going on..."
"Maybe you're like me," Karrin adds hopefully, "I miss-hear stuff all the time. Luckily I'm real good at pretending so I can make people think I know what I'm talking about."
Chaine looks at Karrin and sighs with an air of long-suffering.
"Yes," he says finally, "I can believe that of you."
"A bit of advice," Lolenthiel glances aside at Karrin, "If it's about the potential end of the world, ask for clarification."
"You betcha!" Karrin says with a wide smile, "It it seems serious I always ask for clarification."
I never smurf what's smurfing on in this place ...
"Knowing everything is highly overrated," Malfaerr sighs,
"there's some advantage to being stupid or strongly sedated,
knowing everything tends to drive you into raving fits,
it is true what they say: ignorance is bliss."
"Well here's to drinking yer troubles away! Arborean Ales all Around... Huzzah!"
Joachim looks about
"Tis quiet here now friends. What say we have a sparring match Karrin? I feel the need for a bit of exercise. If I recall I have to make up for your last victory."
"Ya sounds good," Karrin says as she downs her latest free drink, "they're talking about stuff that I don't know much about so lets go do something I do know lots about . . . mashing things!"
"Did I hear someone wanted to go into the pits?" the Bearded Reaver says with a smile, "I was hopping that someone would step up. All this peace and love floating around is making me sick. We need some violence. Some blood and guts is what this place needs."
"Aye strange one, that we do."
Looks at Karrin
"Shall we?"
Karrin climbs down into the pit.
"Same rules as before?" Karrin asks
Combat Stuff:
"Aye Karrin, as before"
Combat:
The two combatants meet with a clash of steel
Karrin's heavy axe powers through the DR adding some biting cold at the end. Karrin pauses to see if Joachim needs to rest.
Ferrisirion's blow has staggered Joachim. He nods to Karrin's kind offer
"Take a breather Joachim," Karrin says, "this blade is really powerful, I should know, I got whacked with it a few times myself!"
The Witchbrand watches, smiling as he sees Joachim's disadvantage. He takes careful note of it, patting his snake on the head.
A small halfling-like person walks into the bar. His hair is bound into a topknot. He looks around, appearing bewildered but very excited. "Wow--what is this place?"
"This is the World Serpent Inn pip squeak," the ancient spider like monster says from his perch atop one of his Umber hulk slaves, "and if you happen to be a kender stay away from me. I had a bad run in with one once. Go bother those folks over there, they seem stupid and trusting."
"This is the World Serpent Inn pip squeak," the ancient spider like monster says from his perch atop one of his Umber hulk slaves, "and if you happen to be a kender stay away from me. I had a bad run in with one once. Go bother those folks over there, they seem stupid and trusting."
The kender grins. "Yes, I am a kender! How'd you guess? What's that giant bug you're on? Are you its son or something?"
"Ordinarily I'd tell my thrull here to squish you but then I'd need to clean kender out of his paw. I don't really have a slave low enough for that indignity. I suppose I could enslave a kender for that job but then after he's done I got a kender slave to deal with . . . which would put me back to square one."
"Ordinarily I'd tell my thrull here to squish you but then I'd need to clean kender out of his paw. I don't really have a slave low enough for that indignity. I suppose I could enslave a kender for that job but then after he's done I got a kender slave to deal with . . . which would put me back to square one."
The kender watches the Reaver as it rambles. Eventually, he gets bored, and wanders off.
"Now where were those 'friendly people' that spider man mentioned?..."
Joachim sighs and sits on the edge of the pit. His wounds slowly heal to faded scars by the Inn's innate magic.
"Well, my style of fighting is not good here Karrin, but practice makes perfect. Perhaps if you handicap me a blow?"
The kender finally shrugs. "Well, I guess I'll go. Ooh, where does that door go?" He runs off into the door which leads to Golarion, to find his adventure there.
[ooc]I know, nobody knows which door goes where, but this makes it more dramatic.[ooc]
"What do you mean?" Karrin asks, "Like a couple of free hits or something?"
Sharinda walks up to the table
"Yeh lot ready for another round? Seems like the back of forever since yeh ordered summat!"
"How many much more ale is due?
one every half hour I asked of you,
but it has been a while since I had a snack,
bring me and Hop-toy some food when you come back."
"Hors d'oeuvres you ask fair lady? How about some succulent pan fried Arcadian prawns in a garlic-butter sauce?"
"That sounds swell," Malfaerr says rubbing her hands,
"send some slugs for the toad as well"
A naked fuzzy Demon Lord streaks the inn
"Hey fuzzball! No shirt, no shoes, NO SERVICE!"
A strange looking yellow cubic figure in a helmet pops up behind a large cannon and begins shooting it at DLoT. A string of clothing items appear splatted on the wall behind him after every firing. Eventually DLoT is hit, and ends up wearing petticoats and a sundress. The yellow form skakes a pair of skinny arms and howls:
"VICTORY SCREECH! OOLOLLOLOLLOLLOLLOO!"
Oi! Jiggler, stow the bombard in me bar! Who goes spewing petticoats in polite company anyway! Kindly keep the horseplay to the fighting pits will ya?