3.29.2006
Hella Cheesy
Marivhon, to your statement Steve says "There was a ton of undead guys here. Oh yeah, uh, I found like this Staff of Fireballs. Um, it was pretty sweet. I guess you had to be there. It had like a ton of charges and I used it all up." He looks around and points to some burnt wood. "I think that that's the, you know, like the staff? Out of charges now from all the Fireballs." You make Steve nervous.
Grettin and Shettin say "Brother Marivhon, we are greatly troubled by this revelation. It seems that an ancient temple of Zelba once stood here, which we knew, but the depths to which it ran comes as a surprise. We had sanctified the upper grounds when we first took over here, but it seems our work is not yet complete. Thanks be to all of you for your assistance in clearing the foulness from these grounds." He lays a huge ettin hand on your shoulder, not in a gay way, in more like a fatherly or grandfatherly kind of way. "Grisbane go with you."
You can haul out all those weapons and armor if you want, and you'll get a cool 500 gp (that's 100 gp each) for your troubles. As you're doing this looting while the Grisbane contingent is still down there, a couple of the officials in the back look at each other and smirk. As you walk by carrying all the old arms, one of these guys pulls out a dagger and drops it on the ground in front of you. He looks away and takes a step away from it, while the other guy tries hard not to laugh. The first official looks down at the dagger, up to you, and makes like this shrug gesture like he's waiting to see if you're going to pick it up. The second guy says quietly under his breath "Hey that's like 4 silvers each right there! What a bah-gin."
Do you pick up the dagger?
Waiting for Renwick to train up, then some stuff happens.
...
Gregolas plays a forest. "Shit dude. I've got all these one-twos, so I got nothin else this round. Where my Wall of Wood at? Can I get some Lan-o-war action? Shit."
Next round. "That's what I'm talkin bout." Forest, Llanowar Elf. "Sol Ring my ass. Nice restricted genie. You got hella cheesy cards there bro."
Tres. "Prepare for the end times, Marivhon my friend. End times." Another forest, tap tap tap, and brings out a Thorn Thallid. He puts his finger on the Elf, but then looks at your Djinn and sighs. "Hang on a sec," he says, and grabs some extra land and a Sharpie. "I got to make some proxies for all the good cards that, you know, I didn't bring in the dungeon. Mana Birds and Green mox and shit." Gregolas gets to work forging Magic cards.
"Next battle your ass is SO going down dude. Hey, did you catch The Sopranos before we left? Fuckin' intense! Kinda nice that our inn has free HBO. When we get a new pad, I'm totally gonna hella TiVo shit. There's been like, no shit, a TV revolution going on now that reality TV is dead. Know what I mean? All those shows sucked. But I gotta say that America's Next Top Model, I kinda got sucked into it, you know? That one chick, the half-elf lookin' one, she got a nice 'do and a great ass. Right? You're hearing me. She's like that short Southern chick. Not that I'm into like Southern chicks necessarily, Gregolas plays the International Stage if you get me. Anyway, there's just like too much to watch, I need to like hire a guy to watch some shows for me and give me like the executive summary... like I'd all wake up, and this guy would hand me a xerox that says 'The cripple dude on Lost just got offed. Prison Break is crap. Simpsons still not funny. Real Sex 21 tres bien, it's TiVoed. Have a nice day sir.' That'd be so money. How much you think a dude like that would cost? I mean, torch boy, what? Couple royals a day? TiVo Boy just sits around on his ass looking for funny shit and titties, and he don't gotta worry about 10' pits and hydras and crap like that. Fuck dude, if I weren't all sick with the Grisbane shit, I'd..." Gregolas pauses, with a far-off look in his eyes. "You know what? I think Gregolas just had a million dollar idea." He finishes making his proxy Magic cards, hunts around for some scrap paper, and starts writing down some thoughts.
Grettin and Shettin say "Brother Marivhon, we are greatly troubled by this revelation. It seems that an ancient temple of Zelba once stood here, which we knew, but the depths to which it ran comes as a surprise. We had sanctified the upper grounds when we first took over here, but it seems our work is not yet complete. Thanks be to all of you for your assistance in clearing the foulness from these grounds." He lays a huge ettin hand on your shoulder, not in a gay way, in more like a fatherly or grandfatherly kind of way. "Grisbane go with you."
You can haul out all those weapons and armor if you want, and you'll get a cool 500 gp (that's 100 gp each) for your troubles. As you're doing this looting while the Grisbane contingent is still down there, a couple of the officials in the back look at each other and smirk. As you walk by carrying all the old arms, one of these guys pulls out a dagger and drops it on the ground in front of you. He looks away and takes a step away from it, while the other guy tries hard not to laugh. The first official looks down at the dagger, up to you, and makes like this shrug gesture like he's waiting to see if you're going to pick it up. The second guy says quietly under his breath "Hey that's like 4 silvers each right there! What a bah-gin."
Do you pick up the dagger?
Waiting for Renwick to train up, then some stuff happens.
...
Gregolas plays a forest. "Shit dude. I've got all these one-twos, so I got nothin else this round. Where my Wall of Wood at? Can I get some Lan-o-war action? Shit."
Next round. "That's what I'm talkin bout." Forest, Llanowar Elf. "Sol Ring my ass. Nice restricted genie. You got hella cheesy cards there bro."
Tres. "Prepare for the end times, Marivhon my friend. End times." Another forest, tap tap tap, and brings out a Thorn Thallid. He puts his finger on the Elf, but then looks at your Djinn and sighs. "Hang on a sec," he says, and grabs some extra land and a Sharpie. "I got to make some proxies for all the good cards that, you know, I didn't bring in the dungeon. Mana Birds and Green mox and shit." Gregolas gets to work forging Magic cards.
"Next battle your ass is SO going down dude. Hey, did you catch The Sopranos before we left? Fuckin' intense! Kinda nice that our inn has free HBO. When we get a new pad, I'm totally gonna hella TiVo shit. There's been like, no shit, a TV revolution going on now that reality TV is dead. Know what I mean? All those shows sucked. But I gotta say that America's Next Top Model, I kinda got sucked into it, you know? That one chick, the half-elf lookin' one, she got a nice 'do and a great ass. Right? You're hearing me. She's like that short Southern chick. Not that I'm into like Southern chicks necessarily, Gregolas plays the International Stage if you get me. Anyway, there's just like too much to watch, I need to like hire a guy to watch some shows for me and give me like the executive summary... like I'd all wake up, and this guy would hand me a xerox that says 'The cripple dude on Lost just got offed. Prison Break is crap. Simpsons still not funny. Real Sex 21 tres bien, it's TiVoed. Have a nice day sir.' That'd be so money. How much you think a dude like that would cost? I mean, torch boy, what? Couple royals a day? TiVo Boy just sits around on his ass looking for funny shit and titties, and he don't gotta worry about 10' pits and hydras and crap like that. Fuck dude, if I weren't all sick with the Grisbane shit, I'd..." Gregolas pauses, with a far-off look in his eyes. "You know what? I think Gregolas just had a million dollar idea." He finishes making his proxy Magic cards, hunts around for some scrap paper, and starts writing down some thoughts.
