Pontificor the Great
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Me too! me too! me too!
I am an oracle too. That helped me master colorspray the besterest magic ever. Since heavens oracles are the bestest and you are a smart guy you are obviously one too, So what kinda things have you colorsprayed? Ohh you set someone on fire? Now that is cool, but I do not do bully magic. I went into this one place I colorsprayed a goat-dragon-lion rawr, baby demon, and man-in-acore all at one time, but it did not look like any man or core. What did the mini-o-tore do when you set him on fire? Yeah now that the boo-boo in the world is brokened demons are coming everwhere so I got magic that says heck to you spell resistienceses. I summon these balls of water that drowneded demons and trap them. I am surprised you did not see one yet. Cry-os is half-Ulfen. He wears that stupid heavy metal cause he does not have awesome magics like us.
as he continues to yammer, explainign his vast adventures as he understands them with his limited attention span.
Erkos Ravenstorm
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"Well..." Erkos says slowly. "I'm young, I'm still starting my adventuring career. I've only had one field mission, the rest was desk jockey work. My chest was acting up again. Common healers call it the wheezes, the more skilled clerics seem to call it asthma."
"Waves, I'm an oracle of the waves. I can create my own armour. I'm also bard. I don't colourspray. I make weapons better, and can turn water into booze... and create water from thin air. Oh and I can walk on water, or lava... or acid.. or anything that is currently in a liquid state."
He eyes Kyros.
"Lack of magic isn't a bad thing." He says, keeping a rather lustful gaze on Kyros.
"You know... they say I've got... incubus blood in me... and I can say that it shows in places." He licks his lips.
Pontificor the Great
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Erkos Ravenstorm
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"Because I can't fly, I'm not strong enough yet and will never be able to anyway. These wings are useless, they don't... work. Cheap booze, good for getting drunk, nothing else. Good for being out at sea. It takes every sort to make the world. I can't help others walk on liquic, just myself. I didn't choose waves, waves, and by extension the Pirate Queen, chose me.I don't know why the waves picked me but I'm glad they did, because if they didn't I would have drowned as a baby." He pauses.
"Anything else?"
Pontificor the Great
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in traditional gnome non-stop conversation
Well flying is easy I can make you fly. Do you wanna fly right now? I can help you fly. So as they say never say never! I once helpeded a pally-o-din fly so he could attack a giant ball of floating demon that threw his zits at us. So I can even help you fly. I can understand a tall not being as powerful as gnome like me, becuase gnomes are the awesomerest. We can do powerful magics, like colorspray. I can also make other magic go away, summon monkeys, and gnom-a-port away! So how about flying would you like that now? I can also gnom-a-port you two away to somewhere more secluded. I can also dance for you guys! I am a great dancer I have my own dance hall, but it is a front drugs to help me make more monies. Unci Gorrilla once sent me to lizard people to learn how to make their drugs and I liked it! You should teach Cry-os magic, I bet he would be so happy he would fall madly in love with you! If I called one of my balls of rushing water, could you walk on top of it? Usually I put meanies in it when they try to hurt me. I shoulda put Gruel in that ball. If I did that while he was sleeping he would not be breahting anymore. How do waves light mini-o-taurs on fire? My curse has taught me how to shoot flames too, but I never do. That is bully magic. If I flewed you, could you flap your wings and make people think you could fly with them? Wait why have wings if they do not help you fly? What is a Pirate Queen? Is she pretty? DId i tell you about the time I seduced Hammer-ia Blackros? I slipped her a potion to fall in love with me and later I went to serenade her with my bud lem, in her tent at night but her hubby chased me away with a sword, bully. See I am pretty sauve too, just like you! ohh you should make some booze and put a philter of love in it and give it to cry-os! See I am so clever.
Pontificor the Great
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*slighty distracted by something* Flowers? A flower is a flower, that flower is a flower. I got you lots of them. It is ambi-ons. I met an angel once he was mean and gaurdeded this cave and would not let us in so I greased his sword so he could not hurt us and flewed away. He had wings just like you! Well not just like you but he had wings, that worked! I dunno where to find him to have'em kiss these.
Sylias Grandmeadow
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Hello everyone, I am what has been known as the lady, Please, just call me sylias. I swear grol is dumber than a bag of rocks... Anyways, has anyone seen my bunny *attempts to search through everything,ignoring the stares shes getting from her very minimal clothing*
it ties into her storyline, I am not a pervert, she was raised by dragons, so she doesn't like clothes. She wears just enough though
Righty_
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Odd I should taste like rum and sugar. Will reapply prestidigitation. I've heard of scenting friends and foes for future reference but tasting seems a might canabalistic. Although I've sometimes wondered if those of good taste had a good taste or if it was simple irony. Not that canibalism offends me but it might not yet be in fashion. Being too early in vogue can be disadvantageous..like poor count Trieme who went all silk in winter on a trip to Irisen poor dear froze to death but he did seem well dressed for Pharasma's court.
Righty_
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Kyros you're not dead yet? I listened in on the magical phobia discussion. Its sad you're not more like Pontificator here, magic seeps from him and spills out all over the bar. Pray you dont mind magical items? I suspect not..your phobia may be more aligned with the crafter rather than the effect. Or is this a religious cult to mislike magic, I'm with the magic is life cult. The practioners are a little stodgy "no extracurricular fun" luckily I'm also a member in good standing with the Temple of Calistria. Balance is good in life and burglary.
Sylias Grandmeadow
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*holds up a brown and white bunny who yawns at kyros.*
Kyros, I agree, thats why if I can't cast magic, I still have a weapon. Its called a staff
*holds up a treebranch,roughly cut and with frost on the tip, otherwise normal* I just smack someone in the face with this and then beat them untill they don't move.
*snatches at the warhammer, then goes over to righty, grabs his backpack and empties it on the floor.* oohhh! Shinies!
*the bunny is sitting on kyros, biting the head of the warhammer*
Pontificor the Great
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He tastes like salt and choclate. *notices pontificors arms*
The hell happened to your arms? Fistfight with a fire elemental?
When I asked the heavens to make me the greaterest colorsprayer EVER! They demandered a price. I told'em to cost me twice and they did this to my arms.
But that's otay! I colorsprayed a master vampire. Then we took'em back to the not so grand Grand Lodge.
Righty is obvious right it is his name after all, Cry-os. I got slippery greasy magics that can make that hammer un-un-un-rellalallable as well. You see this mean flying demon with a bow, well I made his bow all slippery and he had ta fly down and get it. Then the Andy-or-Ann like you I was with, he cha-chunked that demon with his ax. That demon probably thought his bow was like your hammer, safe. But my magic vetoed that. Magics bites both ways, even if you don't use it.
I like calistra. She is fun! She says it is otay for me to be mean to be people when they upset me.
Righty_
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My appearance changes every six seconds, thank you hat of disguise. I call it fashion of the round: fashion of the hour, day, week is far too slow. You may have removed my pants but my outward appearance remains the same. And changes...the present version in this den of thieves is a silver and black brochade doublet and pants with a dark velvet cloak. The shoes are finely worked leather...alternating between tassels and fur. The taldoran gold crown shifts across the cloak changing location ever so slightly.
Pontificator should recall that elves are self professed big-ots...at least as far or as short as he is. Sylias is an elf ergo a big-ot. Racism implies a false sense of perfection. As we are elves and the essence of perfection, we can not be rascist. Kyros is a gnome whisperer he can explain it.
Sylias you bear an Andoran crest. What led you to that dreary group? I spent an unwholesome pair of weeks there, glad to be free of that place. But at least its not Galt.
Pontificor the Great
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Silliness is like Cry-os and is half ulfen. The only reason elves would be any part perfect is that they gets some awesomeness from they fey connection. So they would be a distant relation to being part awesome. Thats why gnomes are the awesomerest because we are made of the fey!
Andy-or-Anns are avital part of the path searcher society. They walk into the traps so we can loot things. A better question is why are you a tal-boooooore! They are like wah wah wah we lost our kingy-o-dom lets go to the opera and cry about it instead of fixing the problem?
Righty_
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Ha ha ha you forgot our conversation at my empty opera party. I know very well your tactics Pontificator, and match them. As for dear Taldor my employment is well defined by my retirement party. The Baron Jaquo held my participation via blackmail until I recovered said documents from his replacement. I have burned them and now I am free, but the old badger probably knew the Taldan lifestyle is to my taste. An expensive taste that requires the coin most easily obtained through the pathfinder society. I am free....till my gold runs dry.
Righty_
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If the baron was a gnome he'd have hidden on the lawn and super color sprayed him from the begonias. My dear baron believed in chivalry alas I fear he held back at an inopportune moment. He lived too little but thats usual with humans.
Righty points to the rabbit and sends his ever present unseen servant to stroke the rabbit. Then pours a fresh rum from his silver flask, sends the bartender a matching evil look and a silver coin.."yes I am paying you not to serve me the swill that passes for alcohol here."
Sylias Grandmeadow
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I perfer adoran because I was raised in the mountains by silver dragons, thus, I have no time for stupid politics, but I will save people if I can, freedom is better than laws. Even if the person may commit evil. I don't care.
*begins chasing pontificer playfully, the rabbit dislikes the invisible servants touch and goes back to rubbing against righty, almost spilling his rum*
Righty_
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I have a similar mindset about laws... However I choose to obey all the laws I create. It is easier to do that when you are rich, becoming rich depends on your clients, staying rich depends on competitors, and most of that is controlled by the nobility. Thus get a title, limit competition, cater to those with money, and fill my coffers with platinum. Then write my own laws.
Its a theory, I will spend a few decades on it. Maybe publish a book...how do you think of a dark wood cover with a bas relief of an elven marketplace. I wonder how many people will tell me their secrets to be published.....
Pontificor the Great
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his short legs make it dificult to outrun being chased darts through tables and chairs as a means of escape. Distracted by the game the mass of flowers disappear fromt he table
Tal-bore is not the worstest. There is the *in a sing songy voice* "lets pretend to protect pathseachers while we finded their secrets and betray them" shadowy golf lodge.
Plus how about those Jelly-axes?
Righty_
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I've not personally been to Cheliax, but I have encountered a lawyer from the local Cheliax faction here in Absolom. He's a well meaning enough fellow, doesn't believe in killing anyone, prefers to represent them in court or some such thing. I dare say he believes what he is told, whatever he's told....Note: I would avoid the use of fire, I think the Chelaxians rather enjoy it.