Oh there was a prize....ooooowww tea!
Pulls up a chair , strips naked and helps her soak up the sun,,,fire thingy
Oh there was a prize....ooooowww tea!
Pulls up a chair , strips naked and helps her soak up the sun,,,fire thingy
*Covers her eyes*
Ewwww, that is so gross! Haven't you ever heard of a razor?! I cannot be around this. I'm going inside. *grabs a couple bottles of tequila* And I'm taking these with me.
*Follows Lynora-Jill discretely...*
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Hey! There's a party at a kobold-free thread!
Grabs keys to the Lug Boat and a couple of kegs
Anyone want to join?
Hey! There's a party at a kobold-free thread!
Grabs keys to the Lug Boat and a couple of kegs
Anyone want to join?
I'll tag along.
*Pulls out a bag of holding and starts filling it with various bottles of alcohol.*Be right there.
I win
No, that was 3001 you got. CJ got 3000.
Ha ha. ;)
awww lost to a thief go fig
odd it showed 3000 last night and didn't so Cj.... Mutters about sneaky thieves
You need to hold another kegger.
Cult members are fickle these days.
And prone to in-fighting.
*hisses at the poodle*
They're almost as bad as pbp players.
Which is why I try not to commit to pbp games.
They're almost as bad as pbp players.Which is why I try not to commit to pbp games.
Hey, don't go dissing the PbPs! I have never played a PbP with godmodders or similar occurrences. I don't really see how you can compare this place to the PbPs, and say that the PbPs are WORSE! GRAARRR!!!!
*Finishes overreacting rant*Okay, I'm done.
From behind the bar:
If CourtFool can send you into a rank, you really need a drink.
Me like the 444th layer. DLoT gives me all the tribbles he can spare.
Takes tribble from and bites into it.
*Tribble squeals*
*Munch munch*
Anyone want a tribble to eat before me eats em all?
Makes Dark & Stormies, one for the Angel, one for himself.
Cheers!
The Jacks' Estate. Who may I ask is calling?
A loud sound of background music comes over the phone
Reggie? Is that you? Are you coming over to the party with PJ? Bring everyone! We got girls on the dance floor, cold beer and loud music!
<Click>
Upon hearing a reference to the Hero system, loud angry hooting is heard from outside.
OOO-aaa-OOO-aaa!
Where was the deity "Angry Jack" born? Is he a Cretin?
Hey dudes and gal, I'll just go on the basement and work on.... something.
If you need me just knock real hard
*grabs a couple cases of PBRs and goes down to the basement*
what are you making? Huh? Huh? Tellmetellmetellme!!!
what are you making? Huh? Huh? Tellmetellmetellme!!!
What the &%$# is a leprechaun doing in here?
The ancient treant is awakened by a loud boom and wave of heat. He walks toward the disturbance and finds the crumpled form of one of the Jacks laying at the botom of the small crater. The Jack's body is covered in golden nectar whose scent is most pleasing. The Jack grasps a large hammer in a death grip, a hammer that gives the treant pause. Looking closer at the body ancient runes are found tracing their ways down the arms of the Jack, and on the weapon he bears, etched into the metal of both. The treant's eyes widen...
I thought that knowledge was lost to the young races, he ponders.
Brothers, Sisters, we must gather. The Node has drawn to us that which should be sleeping.
The treant waits while the other guardians gather, keeping vigil and pondering this dilemma
Time flows differently at the center of the Node, so it seems both quick and slow as the Guardians gather
We face a decision. The Node heals this one but there is danger in the power trapped within its body and its weapon. Evil has been purged from within but it rests upon the surface. What shall we do?
The Guardians communicate with each other in silence but their movements betray their points of view. Some sway as if within a great storm, others remain still. The Council is split; destroy or help.
The Earth has drawn this creature to this spot, and even now heals its broken body. This tells me our path. We should bind these powers, and return the creature to its kind. But we will watch. We will watch.
The guardians lower their heads in agreement
The treant senses that the form is now breathing, slowly and shallow. He gathers the creature up, traces runes of binding upon its back, and carries it away from this place of Power.
Mutants and Masterminds anyone?
The treant appears at the Jack Clubhouse and spots bodies strewn about. He senses not death, but deep sleep and the smell of fermentation. He sets Jack Hammer down upon the ground, and tries one last time to take the hammer from his hands. He fails, then walks off.
A tattoo made of Earth lays upon Jack's back. It is in the form of the Tree of Life. Its roots reach out to each arm, touching the etched runes of power. They weave themselves along the lines. Though made of earth they do not crumble as the body is placed upon the ground.
The one called Jack Hammer begins to snore...
What are you doing about the Jack House, Shepherd of Trees and friend of Wizards?
The priestess sighed as she hung up the white party dress in her closet. It had been a fun party. And she'd had no idea that Reggie and Tex were such good dancers. Plus, she'd made a new friend. The priestess of Calistria had been extremely nice and sometimes it was good to have another girl to talk to. Remembering some of yesterday's conversation, she cast Protection from Cameras before she stepped into the shower. Really it would have been a perfect evening except that she was still worried about Jack Hammer. The goddess had done something awful to him, she was sure of it. It was probably her fault. She had made her affection for him too obvious. The goddess always saved her really nasty tricks for the people she was closest to. Once more dressed in her adamantium chainmail bikini, the priestess went out to face the day.
The kobold skull surveys the strange tattoo, the depressed Lynora, and frowns. He nods curtly, and a small cow and a tiny snake appear next to him. The lemmings are gathered beyond.
"It is time. It begins..."
And with those words, teh kobold skull teleports them all away.
The priestess sighed as she hung up the white party dress in her closet. It had been a fun party. And she'd had no idea that Reggie and Tex were such good dancers. Plus, she'd made a new friend. The priestess of Calistria had been extremely nice and sometimes it was good to have another girl to talk to. Remembering some of yesterday's conversation, she cast Protection from Cameras before she stepped into the shower. Really it would have been a perfect evening except that she was still worried about Jack Hammer. The goddess had done something awful to him, she was sure of it. It was probably her fault. She had made her affection for him too obvious. The goddess always saved her really nasty tricks for the people she was closest to. Once more dressed in her adamantium chainmail bikini, the priestess went out to face the day.
Hey, what's wrong with my camera? I can't get it to work!
The treant appears at the Jack Clubhouse and spots bodies strewn about. He senses not death, but deep sleep and the smell of fermentation. He sets Jack Hammer down upon the ground, and tries one last time to take the hammer from his hands. He fails, then walks off.
A tattoo made of Earth lays upon Jack's back. It is in the form of the Tree of Life. Its roots reach out to each arm, touching the etched runes of power. They weave themselves along the lines. Though made of earth they do not crumble as the body is placed upon the ground.
The one called Jack Hammer begins to snore...
A vision of KC appears to the treant. "Of what do you speak, shepherd of trees? It could be very important."
What are you doing about the Jack House, Shepherd of Trees and friend of Wizards?
Ancient knowledge is remembered. Powers vie for dominion. Evil sleeps for now.
Jack Hammer farts loudly and awakens
Man, that monkey throws one helluva party!
JH pushes himself off the ground and tries to wipe the dirt from his arms
What the hell? This won't wipe off. And what's up with these runes?
lynora-Jill? Is this payback for the Jack stamp? It was temporary!
*rushes up to JH*
You're still alive! Oh, thank goodness. I was so worried. But what are all these strange runes?
*rushes up to JH*
You're still alive! Oh, thank goodness. I was so worried. But what are all these strange runes?
A piece in the puzzle, I think.
I must go. I am going to do the Jacks a favor...*Image disappears*