Alederyk repeats his hint about margaritas, to see if his brethren join in or the Jack takes a hint.
Hey, sounds great to me. Thank you. I don't turn down liquor, unless it's from a Demon Lord.
Alederyk repeats his hint about margaritas, to see if his brethren join in or the Jack takes a hint.Hey sounds great to me. Thank you. I don't turn down liquor, unless it's from a Demon Lord.
But, but its fiendishly good Liquor!
JL, you are new, so you need to understand the situation with tribbles and borg. They are obnoxious, non-avian invaders, and not supplicants of the Winds. Therefore they are trapped in an illustory, identical dimension so that they do not annoy us. Interaction with them is not necessary, as they are not actually here.
Use your keen gull senses JL! They will show you the truth!
KERKAW!!
Did I hear someone asking for margaritas? We've got plenty of those over in the Sunny Cult thread. Come on over and join us.
To late he talked , sigh ya guys don't understand. Your Illusion fails to fool anyone, even puppy see though it...don't use off band components next time
Anyhow I am just here for the booze and the food, I even brought some to share! for the love of all that's unholy!
This is an oracle of pilgrimage, where gifts are brought.
RAWK!
KERKAW! MARGARITAS! KERKAW!
JL, you are new, so you need to understand the situation with tribbles and borg. They are obnoxious, non-avian invaders, and not supplicants of the Winds. Therefore they are trapped in an illustory, identical dimension so that they do not annoy us. Interaction with them is not necessary, as they are not actually here.
But their tasty. When the margaritas arrive I'll probably forget them.
And I brought some.
But their tasty. When the margaritas arrive I'll probably forget them.
You have got to try em grilled with a nice lemon pepper seasoning
There is no substance to the illusion, JL. You're better off waiting here for more real subsistence.
Throws large tapestry over the Horn of Divination, to muffle the sounds of the borg and the tribbles, and to help distract the seagull.
Oh and I make a Mean MARGARITAS....I really mean that killed three folks last time before we took it down, but unholy gods it was gooooooooooooood
See he is like a little kids saying I can't hear you....sigh we could have so much fun but no Mr. I cant hear you mc crouchy pants wants to spoil all the fun
Didn't even get to play naked twister yet
Hey-ho! I heard you birds wanted some top-shelf margaritas made with añejo tequila!
He and Reggie begin pouring pitchers into the basin and rimming it with sea salt.
Puts up larger sign:
see the sigh lies....Not that we mind the lying
We even have virgins to sacrifice and everything
*clouds part and the sound of angles trumpting are heard as a silver tray bearing perfict margaritas desends*
Mi amigos. Sorry it took so long to get the magaritas here but I had to fly all the way down to Mescelero to get the good Tequila and then swing by Cali to get the limes.
'RITAS?!
AWESOME.=3
Flaps wings high in greeting.
All Hail to the Four Winds for the Tequila Mockingbird!
Sorry Jacks, but it may be awhile before we get to our consultation...
AWRRRK!
HAPPY HOUR!
Anyone got some corn liqour?
BRAAAAAAK!
*Stumbles in and speaks weakly*
Frogskin is beyond our aid.
Tilts head and blinks
How so, scaled one?
kkkrrrrrr ....
Tilts head and blinks
How so, scaled one?
kkkrrrrrr ....
The...body has been profaned. I have failed...
Nonsense. Profanation does not work for avian kind as it does for others. Our bones are regularly ripped apart and deep-fried, but the Winds know their children, and have power to restore them. Bring me all the pieces, Kobold, and lay down your despair!
RAWK!
At his words, the Wind begins to stir in and fill the sanctuary.
Nonsense. Profanation does not work for avian kind as it does for others. Our bones are regularly ripped apart and deep-fried, but the Winds know their children, and have power to restore them. Bring me all the pieces, Kobold, and lay down your despair!
RAWK!
At his words, the Wind begins to stir in and fill the sanctuary.
Very well. His body should be with his kin.
*KC hands the remains, including the tennis birdy, to Alderyk and leaves*
*Burrrrraaaaaaaaaap!*
Oops, wet 'em.
The Winds begin to gather and build as JL Seagull joins in the calling. Alderyk continues the elaborate ritual of flapping and screeching
Brwaaktor opens his wings and attempts to use the winds to glide his non-flying self up with his brethren.
BRWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKK!
Mmmmm.....roadkill.
RAWK! Concentrate on the Winds, Brethren! They come! They come!
The pressure becomes incredible as the wins continue to build, blowing from all direction, clashing and combining, roaring through the hills, gullies, and crevaces that surround three sides of the Place of the Winds and into the maze of walls and columns that make up its complex. The air begins to become charged with elemental power.
Hooooooooooooooooooooooo!
My brothers, the winds have called to me across the ages and told me about your struggles and your nachos. I come to you now from the distant past to aid you in your holy work. Let us now rejoice together.
Rawk! You come at the right time, Pteradon King, though it has been long since we have beheld your kind! We are engaged in a critical and most powerful ritual today, and if we can raise the Winds to restore the gull, we might be rewarded with more nachos and margaritas.
*flaps his wings* Squak I will help in any way I can.
With the added strength of the Pteradon King, the Brothers of the Winds summon yet more Winds in great strength to their shrine. Anticipation builds as members join and the Winds blow in joyous fury gathering around the still pile of gull bones in the middle of the sanctuary.
*flaps his wings* Squak I will help in any way I can.
Pteradon King? And I thought this place couldn't get any weirder.
Do not fight the fart, Admiral Byrd! It will only add to the powers of the Winds! Begins breathing through the mouth.
*flaps his wings* Squak I will help in any way I can.Pteradon King? And I thought this place couldn't get any weirder.
Oh it can get much weirder Kevin.
Oh it can get much weirder Kevin.*flaps his wings* Squak I will help in any way I can.Pteradon King? And I thought this place couldn't get any weirder.
Kevin? I think you have me mistaken me for someone else my friend.
RAWK! The Pteradon King knows the Winds, but he don't know Jack...s...apparently....
RAWK!
Returns to the Winds with renewed fervor.
COME WIND COME WRACK!
WE ARE THE FEATHERED ONES WHO CALL TO YOU!
RAAAAWK!
The collective finds the mining in the area to be sub par.
The drones construct a weather monitoring station
Some of our Brethren appear to have returned to their coups.
Call LOUDER:
The collective finds the mining in the area to be sub par.
The drones construct a weather monitoring station
The wind itself can be channeled for generating energy.
The more wind Species 1444 generates, the more power is provided to the collective.
Thus, in their futile resistance, the wind cult still serves the PaizoMatrix.
The reactors we have installed are created for such a purpose.
Looks down from his unaccustomed height
GRAAAWK! The winds uplift me!
SUMMON THE AVIANS TO THE CIRCLE OF THE WINDS!
BRWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKK!!