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Post by chris107 on Oct 13, 2015 10:06:34 GMT
"Hey Fatty! Where are we?" Yells PA. she moves forward to inspect the octopusything and pokes at it with her fork.
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Post by mullmann on Oct 14, 2015 2:01:13 GMT
The land octopus is peppered with arrows and a few oozing slashes. The men pay the fat guy with the neckbeard some money it seems as a bribe and he lets them in the gate.
The fat guy , then walks up to you. He has a grubby stretched out T shirt depicting a superhero and a scabbard hanging from his belt with a large sword. "Where are your papers?" he asks., You search through your pockets and each find a folded up piece of paper, that appears to be your character sheets. Kent hands one to the guy , who calls himself Kralgor.
"Yes, yes well, what is your business here? The cost to enter the city is 5 gp , and don't even think about fucking with me. I may not appear as much but am an 18th level human fighter, and carry a vorpal sword I obtained in White Plume Mountain. When I first started adventuring in the first dungeon I entered I found a rare gem that turned out to be worth 2 million gp and equal exp. I have 128 hit points."
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Post by chris107 on Oct 14, 2015 7:11:14 GMT
In typical female fashion PA breezily says "Pay the man!" And walks past into the city. Trailing her pointy fork along the stones behind her to create a shrill scraping noise.
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Post by mullmann on Oct 16, 2015 6:12:42 GMT
Kent looks sideways at PA but pays off Kralgor who scratches his neck hair and opens the big Gothic gate. Inside the city is a maze of different colored shacks and lean tos. A filthy looking hooker is blowing a guy in an alley. A lot of stray cats can be seen.You wander about for awhile and find a business area, a place called 'Spare time Lanes and tavern' and a long rectangular brick building with a small sign that reads 'Hall of Beaurocracy'. There is no sign of a tower yet but it is dark out
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Post by chris107 on Oct 16, 2015 8:24:50 GMT
PA is not pleased. "What kind of shit do you humans live in?" She turns her fierce gaze on Kent "And don't think I didn't see that look you gave me." She pokes him in the ass with her fork as she walks past him to take a closer look at the admin building.
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Post by mullmann on Oct 19, 2015 23:50:49 GMT
Kewlmarine takes a few hits off a roach he finds in his pack and surveys the bar/bowling alley. There is a scrawny white guy sitting on a stool outside checking IDs. He has a black baseball hat on that says 'Wizard'
PM checks out the brick building. It has mirrored glass doors and is locked up tight. It is now about 11pm
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Post by chris107 on Oct 20, 2015 2:05:26 GMT
PA gleefully watches as the roaches nibble on KM doing a strange Mutley style snigger. She scratches KENT into the mirrored glass with her fork before wandering off to look for an inn or tavern.
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Post by mullmann on Oct 21, 2015 5:00:48 GMT
After PA finishes her vandalism - You all wander over to the tavern, a cheesy neon sign that blinks intermittently advertises 'Spare Time Lanes & tavern'. The man on the stool asks for your IDs , which again prove to be your folded up character sheets, he sort of scoffs at you but lets you in, "there's no fighting inside or I turn you into newts.." He says with a flat dopey smile.
Inside is a clamor of patrons. It smells strongly of stale beer in here, with a faint whiff of vomit. The lighting inside is crude bare light bulbs hanging from extension cords, and the waitresses all wear halter tops and many have tattoos of dragons and such. There are several bowling lanes active and a couple different bars here
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Post by chris107 on Oct 21, 2015 9:40:27 GMT
"Mmmmm this is not the idyllic rural tavern I am used to frequenting. But I'll still have a large Campari & Lemonade please boys." PA flounces off looking for a low table where she can sit and roll up some smokes while her drink arrives.
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Post by mullmann on Oct 22, 2015 0:51:32 GMT
Kent goes off to the bar to 'get the first round I guess' as PA snags a table near the bowling lanes. A group in front of your table is preparing to start a game, a young squire helps his Knight off with his armor. There are a few others in this group who also appear as medieval adventurers. They are drinking heavily.
Bloom stands near the shoe rental area staring at the hot blonde with big tits working there. An elf is at the counter complaining in a whiny voice, "the shoes here are all too wide you see, haven't you anything in a pointed toe?"
There is also a large group of what look like bikers walking about being loud. Many have tattoos and leather jackets and chaps
Kent arrives back at the table with a beer pitcher and glasses, "Incredible, all they have to drink here is warm straw colored beer, they call Labatt, and it isn't even cheap!"
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Post by chris107 on Oct 23, 2015 6:36:53 GMT
PA looks witheringly at Kent. "Don't worry it's FINE." She says in the way only lay-dees can say 'it's fine' and actually mean 'I fucking hate you'. She takes the proffered beverage, sniffs it, regrets this but sips on it regardless. She will sip very slowly until someone else buys the next drink. Remembering to reply peevishly to any civil questions asked of her she will listen to the conversations around her. If any rats get too close, her fork will be close by to skewer them and roast them over the fire.
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Post by mullmann on Oct 24, 2015 4:25:15 GMT
Paladine's Angel sips her drink, the medieval group in front of you begins to bowl and get drunk. They seem to be carousing
Off to your left a ways you notice a band setting up on a stage, they begin to play:
Kewlmarine is off smoking a joint and sharing it with some bikers who begin to bogart it and not give it back. He comes back to the table pissed off and fills his glass of Labatt."Let's find this Prespos clown and we'll be able to boogie out of here man.."
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Post by chris107 on Oct 24, 2015 8:36:14 GMT
Kewlmarine is Dennis Hopper! 8)
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Post by chris107 on Nov 13, 2015 14:31:56 GMT
PA is getting restless. She sets off in search of Prespos. Randomly she will poke at passers by with her sharp fork prongs. "Oi! Are you Prespos?"
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