12.04.2005
Gregolas Has A Lot On His Mind
Okay, Marivhon heads back to the farm. It's easy to find your way back; one, there's now a trail, and two, there's some smoke. You can find your ninja star and flask on a WI check or a 1-2 on a d6 for each.
Returning to the farmhouse, you pass Greetles, who's outside, just staring at the smouldering remains. You invite him to Durth, but he seems in shock. Doesn't look at you, just stares straight ahead, and shakes his head 'no'.
Inside the house, Gregolas has already begun the process of looting. You find on the Blackwalls a total of two sets of leather armor, two daggers, two short swords, two sets of thieves tools, one flask of poison, one potion, and change: 56 gp, 45 sp, and 3 cp.
There's some other stuff to be had, depending on how much stuff you want to carry on the trek to Durth. There's Vrill's fine china. There's a nice statuette of an owl. There's a smoking jacket and Vrill's pipe. And go ahead and roll a d6 and make a WI check to find other stuff.
You gather up the five border collies that didn't flee.
You ask Gregolas if he wants to go to Durth. "Sure thing dude, as long as I don't have to wash any more fucking dishes. Been meaning to go for a while now. Durth is kind of wack nowadays, with the whole Monks of Progress, giving us Grisbanes shit, all that, so we might have to play it cool. Anyway, I gotta swing by Electronics Boutique when we're there. I ordered this crazy import game like... shit, like almost a year ago. Christmas gift from me to me, know what I'm saying? It's called Holocaust Selector. It's this fucked-up Korean import. You play a DJ... pretty cool, huh? Anyway, you're a DJ and you go around rocking parties and killing zombies, because North Korea- wherever that is- dropped all these atomic zombie bombs and turned 99% of the world into zombies. It's like you go to a store to upgrade your turntables or sneakers, spin fat mixes, totally kick some zombie ass. It's like Parappa the Rapper meets Doom or something. I've been waiting to hook it up for-ever now. But that prick Vrill took away the Gamecube and Charmed me, made me his dish-washing bitch. It totally fucking sucked. Can you comprehend how fucking sucky that was? It was beyond sucking, it was like the utter fucking Black Hole of sucking. He was all like 'We don't have time to play Gamecube with the Knights of Martek around! I can't concentrate with all those bleeps and bloops and studies say games rot your mind and promote violence, blah blah.' And then, you know what? Check this out, it's unbelieveable. So check it out, right? I'm supposed to deliver the morning coffee to this fucker. And I walk in on him. He's totally playing Animal Crossing on the Gamecube. Mother-fricking Animal Crossing. The guy is a total, gross pay before tax, total faggot. I mean, of course I don't have anything against gay dudes- you want to be gay? Cool man, go be gay. Do that thing. I used to buy from this gay dude, he was alright. I mean, it ain't my thing, right? But I'm not like 'down with homosexuals' and stuff. But Vrill is just a fucking faggot. You can be gay and not be a fucking faggot, know what I mean? Anyway, yeah, I'm good to go. Uh, you sure got a lot of dogs there, yo. 'Let's hit the fucking road!' Shit that was a good movie. I'm totally psyched to hook up the Holocaust Selector."
Off you go.
Returning to the farmhouse, you pass Greetles, who's outside, just staring at the smouldering remains. You invite him to Durth, but he seems in shock. Doesn't look at you, just stares straight ahead, and shakes his head 'no'.
Inside the house, Gregolas has already begun the process of looting. You find on the Blackwalls a total of two sets of leather armor, two daggers, two short swords, two sets of thieves tools, one flask of poison, one potion, and change: 56 gp, 45 sp, and 3 cp.
There's some other stuff to be had, depending on how much stuff you want to carry on the trek to Durth. There's Vrill's fine china. There's a nice statuette of an owl. There's a smoking jacket and Vrill's pipe. And go ahead and roll a d6 and make a WI check to find other stuff.
You gather up the five border collies that didn't flee.
You ask Gregolas if he wants to go to Durth. "Sure thing dude, as long as I don't have to wash any more fucking dishes. Been meaning to go for a while now. Durth is kind of wack nowadays, with the whole Monks of Progress, giving us Grisbanes shit, all that, so we might have to play it cool. Anyway, I gotta swing by Electronics Boutique when we're there. I ordered this crazy import game like... shit, like almost a year ago. Christmas gift from me to me, know what I'm saying? It's called Holocaust Selector. It's this fucked-up Korean import. You play a DJ... pretty cool, huh? Anyway, you're a DJ and you go around rocking parties and killing zombies, because North Korea- wherever that is- dropped all these atomic zombie bombs and turned 99% of the world into zombies. It's like you go to a store to upgrade your turntables or sneakers, spin fat mixes, totally kick some zombie ass. It's like Parappa the Rapper meets Doom or something. I've been waiting to hook it up for-ever now. But that prick Vrill took away the Gamecube and Charmed me, made me his dish-washing bitch. It totally fucking sucked. Can you comprehend how fucking sucky that was? It was beyond sucking, it was like the utter fucking Black Hole of sucking. He was all like 'We don't have time to play Gamecube with the Knights of Martek around! I can't concentrate with all those bleeps and bloops and studies say games rot your mind and promote violence, blah blah.' And then, you know what? Check this out, it's unbelieveable. So check it out, right? I'm supposed to deliver the morning coffee to this fucker. And I walk in on him. He's totally playing Animal Crossing on the Gamecube. Mother-fricking Animal Crossing. The guy is a total, gross pay before tax, total faggot. I mean, of course I don't have anything against gay dudes- you want to be gay? Cool man, go be gay. Do that thing. I used to buy from this gay dude, he was alright. I mean, it ain't my thing, right? But I'm not like 'down with homosexuals' and stuff. But Vrill is just a fucking faggot. You can be gay and not be a fucking faggot, know what I mean? Anyway, yeah, I'm good to go. Uh, you sure got a lot of dogs there, yo. 'Let's hit the fucking road!' Shit that was a good movie. I'm totally psyched to hook up the Holocaust Selector."
Off you go.
