A howling wind blows violently through the tavern, as the weathered wooden door is opened, and quickly slammed shut. A weary human steps inside and shuffles toward the bar. He sits and orders a drink.
"Evenin', Meryll. I'll have a Hog's Ale, please."
"Evenin' yourself, Par." Meryll gestures toward the younger barmaid. "Jillian?"
The younger girl pours a beer from the tap and serves the man.
Meryll wanders back toward your table, her hips maneuvering deftly between the oak tables as she approaches.While the marks of age have begun to show in her face and form, it's clear that in her younger years, Meryll was quite a looker. Her movements suggesting she may have been a dancer, and a good one at that.
"I'll have you folks your food in a moment. Meantime, is there anything else I can getcha? Maybe a room for the night? Looks like the storm's picked up quite a bit."
The droning roar of the gale outside seems a world away from the quiet, warm tavern around you. The crackling fire and the aromas wafting from the kitchen coax you into quiet reverie.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your adventuring company has made it to Ekrewood, a sleepy villiage in the northern hills. Your employer, Duke Sergonni, recieved a brief and anonymous letter requesting an investigation into recent happenings in and around the villiage.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the Dish ran away with the Spoon. He ran from conviction, and fed his addiction as the Dish heated the Spoon... The Spoon begged to go, but the Dish shouted : "NO!!" "The heroin will be ready soon!"
"Any time doing the right thing is funny as hell, it's probably Chaotic Good."
Luara, never fond of storms, however strong or weak, winces every time the lightning strikes and thunder crashes. Living under the sea had deadened her to such things, and they were not nearly as loud below the crashing waves. Having traveled outside the water was not good for her either. Her gills were dry, so she savors herself by splashing water on her gills, located behind her jaw-bones, which doesn't really do anything for her. Her armor, made underwater, and therefore accustomed to water, is creaking and dry. The overlapping scales of sea-weed, magically hardened yet somehow moist, creak every time she moves. She looks to a passing barmaid. "Excuse me, but is there a lake or river or pond or any significant body of water near here?" She lifts a hopeful pair of eyebrows at the woman...
I will take Blue, as she is an aquatic elf, and blue is the colour of the element of water... lol
"It's dangerous to go alone, Jerk-wads!" (Borderlands 2)
“All right, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade! Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down - with the lemons!” (Portal 2)
Moriandus looks sideways at his companion. He never thought he'd be travelling so far from home with such a motley bunch as this. Something about the village made him uneasy, and he doesn't relish the thought of making constant trips to a watering-hole. He maintains a tactful silence, however, whilst waiting for the barmaid's reply.
Deglo leans slightly back in his chair, his heavy armor creaking slightly. He surveys the room with his piercing golden eyes while also listening intently through all the noise of the tavern for anything interesting.
Dash fidgets anxiously. She was always fond of the rain, but when it got bad enough to keep her cooped up she tended to get a bit antsy. Half-llistening to the barmaid, she asked "Possibly, how much is it for a room?"
Funny story: InQuest Magazine (I think it was InQuest) had an oversized Chaos Orb which I totally rooked someone into allowing into a (non-sanctioned) game. I had a proxy card that was a Mountain with "Chaos Orb" written on it. When I played it, my opponent cried foul:
Him: "WTF? a Proxy? no-one said anything about Proxies. Do you even own an actual Chaos Orb?" Me: "Yes, but I thought it would be better to use a Proxy." Him: "No way. If you're going to put a Chaos Orb in your deck you have to use your actual Chaos Orb." Me: "*Sigh*. Okay."
I pulled out this huge Chaos Orb and placed it on the table. He tried to cry foul again but everyone else said he insisted I use my actual Chaos Orb and that was my actual Chaos Orb. I used it, flipped it and wiped most of his board.
Unsurprisingly, that only worked once and only because everyone present thought it was hilarious.
My DM on Battleminds:
no, see i can kill defenders, but 8 consecutive crits on a battlemind, eh walk it off.
Hi guys! So, I'm a sort of returning player to Magic. I say sort of because as a child I had two main TCG's I liked. Yu-Gi-Oh, and Pokemon. Some of my friends branched off in to Magic, and I bought two pre-made decks just to kind of fit in. Like I said, Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon were what I really knew how to play. I have a extensive knowledge of deck building in those two TCG's. However, as far as Magic is concerned, I only ever used those two pre made decks. I know how the game is played, and I know general things, but now I want to get in the game for real. I want to begin playing it as a regular. My question is, are all cards ever released from the time of the inception of this game until present day fair game in a deck? Or are there special rules? Are some cards forbidden or restricted? Thanks guys, and I will gladly accept ANY help lol.
I have the same problem with women.
Is this my new ego sig? Yes it is, other BarryShow
And that's why you should never, ever call RP Jesus on being a troll, because then everyone else playing along gets outed, too, and the thread goes back to being boring.
See, this is why RPJesus should be in charge of the storyline. The novel line would never have been cancelled if he had been running the show. Specifically the Slobad and Geth's Head talkshow he just described.
Not only was that an obligatory joke, it was an on-topic post that still managed to be off-topic due to thread derailment. RP Jesus does it again folks.
It was wonderful. Us Johnnies had a field day. That Timmy with the Grizzly bears would actually have to think about swinging into your Mogg Fanatic , giving you time to set up your silly combo . Nowadays it's all DERPSWING! with thier blue jeans and their MP3 players and their EM EM OH AR PEE JEES and their "Dewmocracy" and their children's card games and their Jersey Shores and their Tattooed Tenaged Vampire Hunters from Beverly Hills
Seriously, that was amazing. I laughed my *ss off. Made my day, and I just woke up.
ArtVenn You're still one of my favorite people... just sayin'.
You... You... Evil something... I actualy made the damn char once I saw the poster...
Now you made me see it again and I gained resolve to put it into my campaign. Shell be high standing oficial of Cyrix order. Uterly mad and only slightly evil.
And it'll be bad. Evil even. And ill blame you and Lizard for it :P.
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...Am I the only one that thinks this is reaching the point of downright Kafkaesque insanity?
I condone the use of the word Kafkaesque. However, I'm presentely ambivalent. I mean, that can't be serious, right? We're April 1st, right? They didn't mod RPJesus for off-topic discussion when the WHOLE THREAD IS OFF-TOPIC, right?
Save or die. If you disagree with this, you're wrong (Not because of any points or arguements that have been made, but I just rolled a d20 for you and got a 1, so you lose).
HOW DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THE BEAR PRODUCING WORDS OF WILDING?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!
That's what RPJesus tends to do. That's why I don't think he's a real person, but some Magic Card Archive Server sort of machine, that is programmed to react to other posters' comments with obscure cards that do in fact exist, but somehow missed by even the most experienced Magic players.
And then come up with strange combos with said cards. All of that is impossible for a normal human to do given the amount of time he does it and how often he does it.
He/It got me with Light of Sanction , which prompted me to go to RQ&A to try and find if it was even possible to do combat damage to a creature I control (in light that Mark of Asylum exists).
Blue players get all the overpowerered cards like JTMS. I think it's time that wizards gave something to people who remember what magic is really about: creatures.
Initially yes, Wizards was married to blue. However, about a decade ago they had a nasty divorce, and a few years after that they began courting the attention of Green. Then in Worldwake they had a nasty affair with their ex, but as of Innistrad , things seem to have gotten back on track, and Wizards has even proposed .
You are my favorite. Yes you. And moments like this make it so. Thank you RPJesus for just being you.
Though undistracted by the sound of the deluge and winds outdoors, the woman's inquiry was enough to break Shinzaemon from his own thoughts. Pleasant expression unchanging, he shifted himself into a more attentive and urbane posture, turning dark eyes up to her: "Would you happen to serve tea in thisestablishment?"
Zar liked storms. When they were the big ones with the huge bolts of lightning that crossed the whole sky and when the thunder was so constant that you couldn't hear yourself think. This was when she usually did her thieving and the like as it was almost impossible for her to be heard.
Zar didn't really mind the company she was with. As long as they didn't get too personal with her, everybody would be on her good side. But she was used to being antisocial and wasn't really used to spending a prolonged amount of time with someone let alone a group. But their employer gave them a task and she would accomplish it to the best of her ability.
The half-drow moved over to the bar counter and sat down on of the wooden stools. She asked the bartender. "How much is a pint of ale in this house of joy?"
An idle Dwarven barmaid catches Luara's glance and query.'There's a lake just west of town, not a thousand paces past the market...' Her words are friendly enough, but there is a marked hesitation in her voice. Her demeanor suggests a touch of xenophobia; an almost tangible counterpoint to Meryll's friendlier disposition.
Deglo, meanwhile, surveys the establishment and it's patronage, only now realizing the absence of conversation. There are a pair of human men at a table near the back of the tavern, but they appear to be eating quietly. It looks almost as if they're intentionally avoiding glances at your table. The bar is furnished to hold perhaps 50-60 patrons, but, save the three barmaids, the two men eating, the man at the bar, and the gnomish cook, the tavern is quite empty.
Meryll casts a look of subtle warning to the Dwarven girl, as if to tell her to be on better behavior. Her eyes quickly regain their warmer bearing as she addresses your table once more; 'It's 12 copper a room, per night, and tea comes hot or cold. What'll it bethen?'
A momentary look of distress crosses the youngest barmaid's face. Her brows furrow, and her mouth half-opens, but she remains silent.
'You'll not get a word from her. Poor Jilly's a mute.'The still-wet patron's voice comes without looking to you. His thoughts seem elsewhere.'Hog's Ale is 3 copper, and the Moonharvest is 4.'
A single bell chimes, and the Dwarven maiden moves to the bar to retrieve your food. She returns and wordlessly serves you each your respective meals.
You guys don't have to worry about basic costs like rooms and food. Assume it comes from spare change, since I don't care to recordkeep coppers and silvers.
Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, the cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the Dish ran away with the Spoon. He ran from conviction, and fed his addiction as the Dish heated the Spoon... The Spoon begged to go, but the Dish shouted : "NO!!" "The heroin will be ready soon!"
"Any time doing the right thing is funny as hell, it's probably Chaotic Good."
Luara smiles warmly at the woman. "Thank you."Turning to the woman who talks of liquor, she slides some chage toward her, obviously over-paying, but trying to remain on their good side. "I will take a bottle of Moonharvest. Keep the change as... a gift."She smiles warmly, as the woman brings her her drink. She turns to her friends, uncorking the bottle and takes a small sip. Examining the liquid, she remarks to her friends sitting around her. "You know, you land-dwellers have the most amazing drinks... I wish we had these under the sea. As it is, they would only taste like salt... I marvel every time I drink these curious beverages, that do so make my head spin. A toast! To the land, and your alcohol!" She raises her bottle of booze to her lips, and drinks, emptying the thing, and slamming it down on the table. She wipes her lips and asks for another.
"It's dangerous to go alone, Jerk-wads!" (Borderlands 2)
“All right, I've been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade! Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the man whose gonna burn your house down - with the lemons!” (Portal 2)
Noticing nothing too out of the ordinary for now Deglo lands his chair back down. Hearing Luara's heartfelt speech he raises his mug to clink against her bottle of Moonharvest, only to put it back down after seeing Luara guzzle the whole bottle. He shouldn't be surprised or upset by Her not understanding the smaller human intricacies, he figures. He just hopes her kind can handle alcohol better than humans or he might have to carry her up to her room.
Since Deglo has taken a shining to Luara's kind and honest nature he keeps a watchful eye on both her and the possibly xenophobic barmaid throughout the night.
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