minkscooter |
Hm, still no sign of the honorable Chairbadger. We should celebrate when he arrives.
Anyway, I hear that the gnomes brought some new adventure paths with them, and they're running some tournaments down in the gaming halls. Many of the badgers have already registered, and I think I'll join them. Let me know if any more badgers arrive.
Puff, you're welcome to join in. I'll introduce you to the badgers and you can roll up some characters. It's got to be more fun than anything that involves chasing leprechauns.
tejón RPG Superstar 2010 Top 16 |
Hmm. Something tells me it's mostly eurasian badgers hereabouts. All chummy. And with halos.
Damn you, British colonial period, for slapping the same label on anything the size of a small dog with a stripey face and claws of which from the pointy ends you'd rather stay away (and for that silly taboo against preposition-terminal sentences)!
Of course, we Americans aren't the most severely impacted by that banefully broad Brit badger brush. It's the Africans I feel sorry for... honey-badger? Really? No wonder they're so keen on emasculation. It's just tit for tat.
Oh! Hi.
minkscooter |
Hmm. Something tells me it's mostly eurasian badgers hereabouts. All chummy. And with halos.
Welcome tejón! You have arrived at the Celestial Sett! No one with halos here, except when Celestial Healer drops in for a visit. We eagerly await badgers of any literary origin. The British seem to supply more examples of badgers in literature than anyone else, for which they deserve the recognition of our species, but great badgers from all over the world eventually find their way to this sett.
Damn you, British colonial period, for slapping the same label on anything the size of a small dog with a stripey face and claws of which from the pointy ends you'd rather stay away (and for that silly taboo against preposition-terminal sentences)!
Here we proudly label ourselves badgers, just as we did in our mortal lives. Claws that inspire such fear and respect as you describe probably belong to a badger! Nature's most beloved children wear the label with pride. Are you seeking another label, or would you deny it to badgers from other lands?
Of course, we Americans aren't the most severely impacted by that banefully broad Brit badger brush. It's the Africans I feel sorry for... honey-badger? Really? No wonder they're so keen on emasculation. It's just tit for tat.
You have a penchant for alliteration. I too am an American badger, but the problems of our former lives rarely come to mind here. Also it is considered impolite to needlessly irritate Mr. Badger, who is highly respected in this place, and worthy to be the first badger to open the doors to the Celestial Sett. We welcome many like-minded creatures and persons here, and the number of refugees under our protection is growing considerably.
Oh! Hi.
Everyone, welcome tejón! Let's celebrate his arrival!
Mike Welham Contributor, RPG Superstar 2012 |
Celestial Healer |
Celestial Healer wrote:What about non-badger celestials?<waking from nap, bits of gold falling from his fur> CH, good to see you here in the sett! I don't recall what sorts of refreshments we have to offer nowadays, but I think we can scare up something fitting for the occasion.
They've got to be better than the refreshments on my thread.
Celestial Ninja |
minkscooter wrote:They've got to be better than the refreshments on my thread.Celestial Healer wrote:What about non-badger celestials?<waking from nap, bits of gold falling from his fur> CH, good to see you here in the sett! I don't recall what sorts of refreshments we have to offer nowadays, but I think we can scare up something fitting for the occasion.
*POOF*
I beg to differ, Healer. Ever since I kil...replaced Follower, the cuisine has improved drastically.
*POOF*
Mr. Badger |
The Badger's winter stores, which indeed were visible everywhere, took up half the room—piles of apples, turnips, and potatoes, baskets full of nuts, and jars of honey...
the two tired animals came down to breakfast very late next morning, and found a bright fire burning in the kitchen, and two young hedgehogs sitting on a bench at the table, eating oatmeal porridge out of wooden bowls. The hedgehogs dropped their spoons, rose to their feet, and ducked their heads respectfully as the two entered.
"There, sit down, sit down," said the Rat pleasantly, "and go on with your porridge. Where have you youngsters come from? Lost your way in the snow, I suppose?"
"Yes, please, sir," said the elder of the two hedgehogs respectfully. "Me and little Billy here, we was trying to find our way to school—mother would have us go, was the weather ever so—and of course we lost ourselves, sir, and Billy he got frightened and took and cried, being young and faint-hearted. And at last we happened up against Mr. Badger's back door, and made so bold as to knock, sir, for Mr. Badger he's a kind-hearted gentleman, as every one knows—" [ 114 ] "I understand," said the Rat, cutting himself some rashers from a side of bacon, while the Mole dropped some eggs into a saucepan.