It will be prisoner!
We will defend our Lord and President to the last drop of curd!
Ask your DM.
Because Vides Vidobs IS HIS MOTHER!!!!
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Sake won't help the diabetes, it's true.
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Sorry it took so long boss; he hid some of the curds in strange places.
Hmm, I'm not sure those were curds, actually, but I hope you had fun anyway
hmm. sure.
Now come along, Schism, you've got some wheelbarrows full of coal to deliver.
Lit ones?
Horse drawn or dog drawn?
Neither horses nor dogs can draw, Vid. I doubt they even understand the concept.
That is a good point...
Hold on - you don't have thumbs either. Does that mean you're a horse?
The fair is next week.
May I go and ride the ponies?
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Hold on - you don't have thumbs either. Does that mean you're a horse?
*Gives the grinch a telekinetic goose*
Telekinetic thumbs, see? No, of course you don’t. They are invisible. But, the results, those you can see. Hmm. At least sometimes…
I feel like I could be a horse. Pretty sure I can manifest as just about anything. Except a beholder. Can’t do that.
No no, of course not. 'The Wizard' would be very cross, same as if you turned yourself into a flind mayer.
That is so unfair Mr. Grinch.
I would never turn them into glue.
Glue them to each other on the other hand, that I would do.
All this talk of horses, thumbs, and buttock pinching.
Goodness, it does get the blood flowing.
To certain areas.
Yes, I can see your knees throbbing from over here.
Don’t think I didn’t notice you admiring them… :coquettish wink:
WOOOOO!
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Alphonse has volunteered.
To test-drive the housemaids?!
Yes.
Ils te mentent, neveu !
shut up, Lashcastrakaa
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Right, let's finish the rest of the preparations, shall we?
*Comte de Malodor is swiftly bound to a gurney and gagged, then he is wheeled next to Yorg Warp-heart (who is still yelling endless profanity), Malvel's beasts and Dedrick's robobeasts among others.*
Uncle Honore, please make yourself useful and get us the finest DJ that there is.
Lady Blackmoor, I'd like you to take your mother and Lashcastrakaa into the Underdark...
*Checks to make sure no one else is listening before leaning in to whisper.*
I'll send you the details when you get there.
Smurf time. That’s when it is!
Party?
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Party? Indeed, the only way I know how.
Since we have two volunteers tonight, we will do an interesting display of necromancy.
:Jambi helps him don his gloves, apron, and goggles:
Now, we will begin by deboning each of our subjects, but for different reasons. Their screams of dread, revulsion and pain, while invigorating, are somewhat besides the point of this presentation.
:Jambi emerges, carrying a silver platter bearing a large Onyx stone:
Now, for the Compte, we will convert his skeleton to an undead abomination with haunting memories of his former life. Meanwhile, we will craft Mssr. Warp-Heart's flesh into a golem of a sort known for its malevolence (please note a lack of the visible seams that are tell tale for the amateur flesh artisan: I have a reputation to uphold after all).
:doffs blood and offal smeared protective gear. Jambi returns with a gold platter bearing two large diamonds:
So, we are let with a skeletal Compte and his discarded flesh, and a golem crafted from the flesh of Sr. Warp-Heart and his abandones skeleton. I will now revivify them both.
:he does so with nothing more than a flourish, the two gems disappearing:
Attention to detail has resulted in their bodies reforming within their restraints. Let's watch what their undead and golem counterparts do with their existential dread.
:screams, groans, tearing, and thumping:
Mmmm... delightful.
*concerned clacking*
He's less of an abomination now than he was before, actually.
He needed to lose some weight.