lynora-Jill |
The priestess wakes up alone, confused at first as to where she is. Then memories start coming back. Last night...she blushes a bit as she remembers last night. And smiles. It had been a perfect night. The party...and after the party. Mmmm.
She sits up suddenly. She can remember! Most of the time her memories remain hazy at best due to the constant interference of the goddess, but no more. She remembers the ritual, and the sacrifice of the kobold. She feels somewhat guilty about that, and yet she cannot help but be happy. She is finally free to be herself. And no longer constrained to be quite so nice. Not that she was planning on doing anything wicked, just perhaps being occasionally naughty. She grins as she thinks of the possibilities.
She summons her clothing, and after donning her customary chainmail bikini heads out in search of breakfast.
Alaina, priestess of Calistria |
Alaina awakes and tosses the satin sheets off her limber form. She yawns and pads out to the master bath, slipping out of her black negligee as she walks. After a long hot shower she emerges into her walk in closet. Donning a casual yellow knit top and black shorts combination she applies her makeup and does her hair.
Finally satisfied with her look, she descends to the outdoor patio to see who is about.
A few cambion nurse Bloody Marys at one of the bistro tables. A maralith still snores in the corner, her six arms wrapped around a lipstick-covered Argenach Rilmani. Malice Jack is still around, nursing a Harvey Wallbanger and looking hungover.
Alaina spots Lynora-Jill and walks up to her.
Sweetie! How are you! Is everything OK? Where is JH?
lynora-Jill |
Sweetie! How are you! Is everything OK? Where is JH?
Hi! She smiles at her friend and gives her a hug. Oh my goodness, what happened to you? I love the new look!
I'm great. Really couldn't be better. The goddess has no more influence on me. For the first time I'm really free to be myself.As far as JH's whereabouts, he probably went back to the clubhouse. He was gone when I woke up. He doesn't exactly require a lot of rest, she adds with a mischievous grin.
Alaina, priestess of Calistria |
Alaina smirks and twirls
You like? I asked the monkey for a makeover. 'Priestess of Calistria' is a job title, not a name!
She whistles
Hey Acme? How's about a couple of margaritas over here?
Rosie? Any cold cuts left over from last night?
Guides Lynora-Jill to a table.
SO... tell me everything ...giggles
Nameless Narrator |
The two women talk and giggle amongst themselves. The sun drops into the aquamarine sea, painting the sky a pallet of reds and umbers. Lights spring on around the bistro tables. A few stragglers from last night begin to chatter and congregate around the Grill and DJ booth. In the large pool a trio of fiendish nymphs play water chicken on the shoulders of three male Noviere Eladrin. The club's music system plays automatically, but Malice Jack has returned to the Jack's clubhouse, pleading exhaustion.
Large lightning bugs blink in the tropical evening sky as the scent of bougainvillea perfumes the air.
Jack Hammer |
Jack Hammer strolls into the club. As he heads over to the bar he notices lynora-Jill and some new girl giggling over drinks. He gives lynora-Jill a wink and orders 2 Dark & Stormys. He leans his back against the bar and surveys the party. No enemies here either. Fun, yet relaxing.
He takes in the scents of the club. He doesn't care much for the chemicals in the large pool, but the scent of the tropical plants is soothing.
It's weird. He never noticed these kinds of things before.
The Eighth Runelord |
Sighs, and puts the chronometer away. Leaves a couple of shiny electrum pieces minted in Xin-Shalast on the counter to pay for that icy beer when it arrives. Takes out a business card marked with the Sihedron rune, and scribbles on it This is for you, Uncle Meepo, and leaves it to be placed with that beer whenever it gets here.
Perambulates out of the club, out of the thread and back into the darkness.
Mad Hermit Runecaster |
Stalks to the poolside and takes up a shadowy perch under a festive umbrella...ignoring the cambions' invitation to sit with them.
when whatever passes for a server approaches, he drops a coin etched in runes in the server's hand and says, "meeeeeeeeead." Dust kicks out of a dry throat at the demand of the words.
(oops; I should read these things before I post)
Acme Robot |
Stalks to the poolside and takes up a shadowy perch under a festive umbrella...ignoring the cambions' invitation to sit with them.
when whatever passes for a server approaches, he drops a coin etched in runes in the server's hand and says, "meeeeeeeeead." Dust kicks out of a dry throat at the demand of the words.
*BEEP*
Mead coming right up sir! We have traditional, honey, cyser or melomel available!
Pockets the coin and zips off when he gets the variety the newcomer wishes
Mah Uncle Meepo |
Sighs, and puts the chronometer away. Leaves a couple of shiny electrum pieces minted in Xin-Shalast on the counter to pay for that icy beer when it arrives. Takes out a business card marked with the Sihedron rune, and scribbles on it This is for you, Uncle Meepo, and leaves it to be placed with that beer whenever it gets here.
Perambulates out of the club, out of the thread and back into the darkness.
*Stomps in*
DAMMIT! I lose my connection for a few hours an' when I get back, the guy's already gone?*Drinks beer angrily*
Now I gotta reboot my Evil Detector!
*Spends some time rebooting it, then orders it to trace the Runelord again*
This is takin' forever!
Spanky the Leprechaun |
The Eighth Runelord wrote:Sighs, and puts the chronometer away. Leaves a couple of shiny electrum pieces minted in Xin-Shalast on the counter to pay for that icy beer when it arrives. Takes out a business card marked with the Sihedron rune, and scribbles on it This is for you, Uncle Meepo, and leaves it to be placed with that beer whenever it gets here.
Perambulates out of the club, out of the thread and back into the darkness.
*Stomps in*
DAMMIT! I lose my connection for a few hours an' when I get back, the guy's already gone?
*Drinks beer angrily*
Now I gotta reboot my Evil Detector!
*Spends some time rebooting it, then orders it to trace the Runelord again*
This is takin' forever!
meeeeeeeeeeyah....what's up croc?
Logic_Elmer |
meeeeeeeeeah...what's up, doc?
It's Lepwechan season, and you my fwiend are a full-of-fail lepwechan!
Consults a large tome
Now my bullet does 2d6 damage, but ONLY if the line of fire is unobstructed, OTHERWISE the wules say thewe is a 20% chance of doing only 1d6. Thanks to my Looney Tunes cwank twollarrific homewule kit I can also adjutate an additional AoO if the tawget has a fey template ...
Becomes engrossed in the thick tome
lynora-Jill |
lynora-Jill wrote:How 'bout both? Dancing can be a great warm up. You know, stretch the muscles? Wouldn't want you cramping up.*walks up to JH and whispers something in his ear.*
Or we could just dance for awhile. *wink*
*Giggles* Sounds good to me. *Smiles up at him and walks towards the dance floor.*
lynora-Jill |
As JH tries his best to keep up with his sinuous partner he tries to keep track of the weird crowd here tonight. He wishes a couple of Jacks would stop by in case this goes south.
So, who's your new friend?
Alaina is the priestess of Calistria. This is her place. You met her before. She just got a bit of a makeover. And a name. Which makes things a bit less confusing seeing that we're both priestesses.
Spanky the Leprechaun |
Spanky the Leprechaun wrote:
meeeeeeeeeah...what's up, doc?
It's Lepwechan season, and you my fwiend are a full-of-fail lepwechan!
Consults a large tome
Now my bullet does 2d6 damage, but ONLY if the line of fire is unobstructed, OTHERWISE the wules say thewe is a 20% chance of doing only 1d6. Thanks to my Looney Tunes cwank twollarrific homewule kit I can also adjutate an additional AoO if the tawget has a fey template ...
Becomes engrossed in the thick tome
you weawize thith meanth wawuh.
dresses off-camera into a bobby costume
"roit, roit guvnah...*blows whistle* now oy unnersand you've a loybriry book checked out....June 8th, 793 from the Lindisfarne Public Loybriry...by one.....Lisamarie Elvisdottir......oyas...ere it is....oyl be takin that off of yer parson a tha...chip chip in all tha...."
Nameless Narrator |
More characters have filtered in from the omniportal. A gaggle of fiendish dryads and succubi appear and begin to circulate among the partygoers.
Acme and Rosie zip around serving canapes and drinks, pocketing coins from a dozen realms.
The Club stereo plays on autopilot, not as lively as Malice's scratching, but enough to give Lynora-Jill and JH some dancing music.
Jack Hammer |
Jack Hammer wrote:Alaina is the priestess of Calistria. This is her place. You met her before. She just got a bit of a makeover. And a name. Which makes things a bit less confusing seeing that we're both priestesses.As JH tries his best to keep up with his sinuous partner he tries to keep track of the weird crowd here tonight. He wishes a couple of Jacks would stop by in case this goes south.
So, who's your new friend?
You priestesses sure make it hard to keep up.
Logic_Elmer |
"roit, roit guvnah...*blows whistle* now oy unnersand you've a loybriry book checked out....June 8th, 793 from the Lindisfarne Public Loybriry...by one.....Lisamarie Elvisdottir......oyas...ere it is....oyl be takin that off of yer parson a tha...chip chip in all tha...."
Hugs the large tome to his chicken chest
NOOOO! Officer you've got the wong gamist! This is my wevised and thouwoughly tested Tome of Wules to Cover Evewything. It's not some viking b***h's book fwom a Wibwawy! You can't do ANYTHING without a wule for it! I'll be full of fail!
Starts sobbing uncontrollably
Spanky the Leprechaun |
"Roit, roit....as I said....somethin loik this shid remoyn under lockinkey in the Miskatonick....."
rings a little bell; a jet aeroplane shoots by and a mad hatter pilot reaches out, grabs the book, and heads (ostensibly) for the Massachusetts of legend, the Massachusetts that never really quite was...
"There, now where were we? Oi, you 'ave an I.D.? doont mek me ruff y'up."
Logic_Elmer |
"Roit, roit....as I said....somethin loik this shid remoyn under lockinkey in the Miskatonick....."
rings a little bell; a jet aeroplane shoots by and a mad hatter pilot reaches out, grabs the book, and heads (ostensibly) for the Massachusetts of legend, the Massachusetts that never really quite was...
Cries as the small plane flies away with his tome.
AH HA HA AH!
"There, now where were we? Oi, you 'ave an I.D.? doont mek me ruff y'up."
Sniffles miserably, then begins to rustle in his coat pockets, coming up with oddly-shaped dice, a pocket edition of Bartlett's 1337 Speek Insult Quotations, and an autographed picture of the Comic Book Guy from The Simpsons.
I know I have my Official Supewsmart Gameologist ID cawd somewhewe ..He mutters
he turns his back...and his fluffy leprechaun tail shows between the coattails of the bobby suit.
L_E's face turns an intersting shade of purple. He clutches his blunderbuss until his knobbly knuckles are white with rage.
HEY! You'we that wascally lepwechan! You twicked me! OOOOOO....
Aims his gun at Spanky
I'm gonna delete you fwom my wevised Monster Manual! He chortles