12.15.2005
Paging Dr. Chris
Okay, given Chris is interested, maybe we'll wait a day or two longer for a new PC to show up. So, uh, you guys are at a bar, and this guy comes up, and he seems pretty cool and stuff...
Then we'll push things along to the Arena of Kyuss! Everyone prepared for a trek to the City of Spiders? You guys bought rations and stuff, right? Mr. Gibbons took his cart and went home a long time ago.
Anyway, while we wait: okay Marivhon, halberd and potions acquired. The potions all have a little Potion Guild emblem on them, and the halberd is stamped with the Weapons Guild symbol.
Cinder, Louis is mightily impressed with your rhymes and Dave FoO's backup. "Capital! Great show, just bloody great, laddy. Yes sir, we've had our troubles on the musical frontier, what. The Gentlemen take and maintain, but there's a life to be carved down here in the Port. Mr. Grimes sent a word down, indeed, you're welcome to partake in our sub-Denny's labyrinth an' if it pleases you. Be warned, all walls have eyes, the clouds have ears, all things seen and heard in the Port, so ye best be step-watching, what." Sir Bryan shows you around the place, training and fencing facilities, etc.
Apparently word of your abilities escaped the lair, though, as it isn't four days later, when you're enjoying a French Slam and a cup of clam chowder, when three rough looking guys step into the restaurant. Glancing around, they come over to your table, and the first guy in all white leather and a fine hat starts it up:
Yo.
Check flav, front page
Like a tenth level mage
Just busted out of the cage
An' now I strut to the stage
Third-E barbarian rage
Spittin' like a twelve gauge
Lyrics assem-blage
Hardcore raps Elminster sage
Check one, check one-two
Can’t comprehend what I do
Your rhymes out back huffing glue
And I’m all like oui, parlez-vous?
That’s right I just rhymed in French
Been hard at work on the bench
Tweekin beats with a wrench
While you bang Judi Densch
I’m Rap Island’s Survivor
Hardcore rap’s fuckin’ MacGuyver
Rhymes outta gum and screwdrivers
Bootstrappin rhymes take you higher
PhD in freak
I make my homegirls weak
Take them to their peak
Then to the mic I will sneak
For perpetratin a rhyme
That’s penetrating your mind
And make you feel divine
Like an old French wine
Shit, these rhymes are untold
Of pure silver and gold
All the wizards of old
The prophecy will unfold
Now let’s bring it back down to earth
I’m rockin parties since birth
Yo, from Grito to Durth
So step up; whatchya worth?
Then we'll push things along to the Arena of Kyuss! Everyone prepared for a trek to the City of Spiders? You guys bought rations and stuff, right? Mr. Gibbons took his cart and went home a long time ago.
Anyway, while we wait: okay Marivhon, halberd and potions acquired. The potions all have a little Potion Guild emblem on them, and the halberd is stamped with the Weapons Guild symbol.
Cinder, Louis is mightily impressed with your rhymes and Dave FoO's backup. "Capital! Great show, just bloody great, laddy. Yes sir, we've had our troubles on the musical frontier, what. The Gentlemen take and maintain, but there's a life to be carved down here in the Port. Mr. Grimes sent a word down, indeed, you're welcome to partake in our sub-Denny's labyrinth an' if it pleases you. Be warned, all walls have eyes, the clouds have ears, all things seen and heard in the Port, so ye best be step-watching, what." Sir Bryan shows you around the place, training and fencing facilities, etc.
Apparently word of your abilities escaped the lair, though, as it isn't four days later, when you're enjoying a French Slam and a cup of clam chowder, when three rough looking guys step into the restaurant. Glancing around, they come over to your table, and the first guy in all white leather and a fine hat starts it up:
Yo.
Check flav, front page
Like a tenth level mage
Just busted out of the cage
An' now I strut to the stage
Third-E barbarian rage
Spittin' like a twelve gauge
Lyrics assem-blage
Hardcore raps Elminster sage
Check one, check one-two
Can’t comprehend what I do
Your rhymes out back huffing glue
And I’m all like oui, parlez-vous?
That’s right I just rhymed in French
Been hard at work on the bench
Tweekin beats with a wrench
While you bang Judi Densch
I’m Rap Island’s Survivor
Hardcore rap’s fuckin’ MacGuyver
Rhymes outta gum and screwdrivers
Bootstrappin rhymes take you higher
PhD in freak
I make my homegirls weak
Take them to their peak
Then to the mic I will sneak
For perpetratin a rhyme
That’s penetrating your mind
And make you feel divine
Like an old French wine
Shit, these rhymes are untold
Of pure silver and gold
All the wizards of old
The prophecy will unfold
Now let’s bring it back down to earth
I’m rockin parties since birth
Yo, from Grito to Durth
So step up; whatchya worth?
