A Tunnels and Trolls® play-by-post adventure run by khara_khang
"Speaking of fish, you said something about never underestimating fish.... You think you could bring [Amroth] back?"
Nook scratches his beard and listens to Karanath. "I meant that a fish could save your life, as in the case of the Sand Worms. Sorry Karanath, I can do many things but I can't raise the dead. If your friend was eaten by Sand Worms, then there is nothing I can do to help him. Sometimes we just have to accept fate as it is given to us. Now as for Fuzz, I could change him back to his regular Elf self if he wanted me to."
Standing near Blodwydd, the Hobbit hears her comment. "Blodwydd! I thought you didn't kiss and tell!" He pouts.
After Krandor, Chereva and Felixia speak, King Snorkin replies, noting what is said. "I really wish to thank all of you for bringing Freaketa here to me. All of you are of course invited to the party we are having in Freaketa's honor, but if you feel you must leave, then I wish you a safe journey back to Khazan. You need only take the feather which creates the swan boat and go to the river," he points to the river, "and it will take you back to your realm above."
Freaketa seems surprised at Jamara's words. "Jamara, he's been sending me love letters for almost a year! I love him; I just didn't know for sure until now," whispers the Goblin princess.
Both Freaketa and the King look up at Felixia as she speaks. Freaketa releases Hellena, who flies up in the air to join Felixia. Accepting the necklace from Felixia and placing it around her neck, Freaketa smiles. "Thank you Felixia. Without your assistance, this would not have been possible." Freaketa walks forward, and as she does so, King Snorkin stands and puts his arms around her, hugging her. Whispers are exchanged between them as they hold each other for the first time.
[insert theme music here from Shrek soundtrack]
Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n flies in and lands on the large mushroom overshadowing the group, while estimating his tongue range on the Fairies. The large purple and yellow spotted tree-sized mushroom underneath him creates an arm which reaches up and grabs Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n. Looking at the Giant Toad, the mushroom pets Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n a few times and then puts him back on top, unharmed.
Hellena flutters up beside Felixia. "Since it's over, can we just get along and be friends, Felixia?" Hellena offers Felixia her hand in friendship. When Felixia reaches out to accept it, Hellena jerks her hand back and says, "Ha, ha, tee, hee.... fake out---you fell for it!" Zipping around behind Felixia, the black-skinned underground Fairy pinches Felixia's butt (causing her to yelp) and then flies away giggling.
Thousands of Goblins attend the celebration, as well as many other creatures. Wine, beer, and hundreds of types of foods, most of which look nasty, are served in the open style serve-yourself banquet. Those of you who do eat will find at least a few things enjoyable. The banquet, Freaketa and King Snorkin's marriage, and the eating of the Ambrosia by Freaketa all take place over a period of about 4 hours. The newly married couple seem very happy together and all is merry in the land of the King of the Lake Goblins.
What do you do?
And when a Manticore/Elf recognizes my Herculean might, the pitiful mewlings of a puny Hobbit are reduced to the naught but cries to a deaf universe.
You say that now, but in nautical terms "naught" means alot and not just any knot!
There she goes trying to get everyone killed again, as she remains safe. You should've drowned her when you had the chance---she's probably the most annoying character here, after the Hobbit, of course.
What a peach. What a plum. What a fruit.... Poor unappreciated blighters!
Yep, he's as nimble fingered as any Hobbit.
Yep. Ya'll just wanna "Be Like Shipy." Swoosh!
You make a habit of picking road kill? Hobbits do have unusual culinary habits.
If you had filled out that Hobbit customer survey card, we wouldn't be having this communication problem. As I once told you before, "Remember, only forest fires prevent bears, and only bearcults prevent Hobbits."
Shipppy [sic] picks his pocket. (Just saving hobbit_king the trouble of posting.)
Assemblage fee... look into it! At least you didn't say, "And please, let me introduce my apprentice, Shippo the burrower!"
[The Hobbit lies....] Lies like roadkill.
I call it a skill 'cause I do it so well! You're just a jealous, hardware guppy!
"Amroth was attacked by the worms..."
I never liked him.
Didn't like who? Karanath, the 12 foot Chaos Fiend, or Amroth, the guy with a 1st level TTYF of 32 or something like that. what did he do to you?
Chereva attends the gala with much interest, and genuinely smiles at Freaketa's happy ending. The party afterwards is nice too, though the drinks are a bit watered down for her taste and fortitude. She is also genuinely happy for the display of chemistry between Blodwydd and Krandor. They did actually make a cute couple, she realizes, leaning wistfully against her oxtongue, then looking down at her front hoofs with a sigh. If only she could stop thinking about it. "Hey," she stops a Goblin waiter, "Where's th'good shtuff? Can't a schentaur get drrrrunk in this g-g-godfersaken placshe?"
Well, after all this, it's business as usual, she thinks sloshingly. Bouncing, probably, for another sleazy tavern. Maybe the Blue Frog still has that opening? She will have to chew a little Cobalt ass first, though....
She spots Jamara, and sidles over to her, most ungracefully. "Ssho, Jamarrra, watchoo thinkuv all dish?"
"Blodwydd! I thought you didn't kiss and tell!"
"Na muchta tell, Hobbit!" smirks Blodwydd, thumping Shipy firmly between the shoulderblades. "Yuushud tryer luck here. Plentya gurls jussyer size!" she adds, waving at the assembled Goblin crowds.
She waits quietly throughout the ensuing ceremonies, but then when the trenchers are brought out laden with all manner of succulents (well, Goblin succulents anyway), she bellows "Soup's on!" and plunges forward through the crowd to grab up a leg of whatever looks tasty and a tankard or two of whatever smells strong.
Sometime later, looking aside from her carousing, she sees Chereva standing by herself looking a bit melancholy, and weaves her way through the crowd over to the Centaur. "Luv yah Cher!" she says impulsively, giving her a big, slightly damp hug (not all the ale at this point is making it in Blodwydd) around her (very human) torso. "Yertha greattest, I'd go venchooring wityoo ennatime!"
"An I like yoo too" she adds to Jamara, patting the small taciturn woman gingerly on the shoulder. "Yu swinga mean hammer. I gotta 'spect that."
"Whattaya say, gurls," she says with a conspiratorial wink, "less go resscue sum cute guys thatter bee-in held prizzner byan evil wizzurd or sumthin! Itt'd be fun!"
Didn't like who? Karanath, the 12 foot Chaos Fiend, or Amroth, the guy with a 1st level TTYF of 32 or something like that. what did he do to you?
As an unrepentantly evil Cthulhoid monster, I have no regard for any of you pansies, regardless of what you do or don't do.
"Sorry Karanath, I can do many things but I can't raise the dead."
Ask if he can notarize a will.
"Now as for Fuzz, I could change him back to his regular Elf self if he wanted me to."
Could he turn him into a Giant Slug instead? Those are quieter.
Freaketa seems surprised at Jamara's words.
Jamara, the troublemaker.
"Jamara, he's been sending me love letters for almost a year! I love him; I just didn't know for sure until now."
...King Snorkin stands and puts his arms around [Freaketa], hugging her. Whispers are exchanged between them as they hold each other for the first time.
Forget Days of Our Lives. It's more like As the Stomach Churns.
Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n flies in and lands on the large mushroom overshadowing the group, while estimating his tongue range on the Fairies.
Snorkin and Freaketa too.
The large purple and yellow spotted tree-sized mushroom underneath him creates an arm which reaches up and grabs Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n. Looking at the Giant Toad, the mushroom pets Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n a few times and then puts him back on top, unharmed.
Obviously, someone needs to do a better job of conveying unrepentant evil. When we get back to Khazan, I'll get a mail-order slaad for lessons.
Zipping around behind Felixia, the black-skinned underground Fairy pinches Felixia's butt (causing her to yelp) and then flies away giggling.
We all know that the hobbit was really responsible for this.
"Yuushud tryer luck here. Plentya gurls jussyer size!"
If I remember correctly, goblins are a fair size taller than Hobbits.
Thousands of Goblins attend the celebration, as well as many other creatures. ...are served in the open style serve-yourself banquet.
Gladly. How do they taste?
[Blodwydd] plunges forward through the crowd to grab up a leg of whatever looks tasty....
I've already got that guest. Find yer own.
Those of you who do eat will find at least a few things enjoyable.
Who were they? I'd like to keep track next time I see one.
The newly married couple seem very happy together and all is merry in the land of the King of the Lake Goblins.
Except when Jamara stood up in the middle of the wedding, shouting out objections for Freaketa. That put a slight damper on things.
What do you do?
Find a less affectionate toadstool for starters, and enjoy the crowd.
Chereva genuinely smiles at Freaketa's happy ending.
Freaketa's ending would make me happy.
She is also genuinely happy for the display of chemistry between Blodwydd and Krandor.
Get a room.
They did actually make a cute couple, she realizes, leaning wistfully against her oxtongue, then looking down at her front hoofs with a sigh. If only she could stop thinking about it.
Stark is still available.
She will have to chew a little Cobalt ass first, though....
Better skip Stark. You sound too wild for him.
Krandor takes this time to thank Nook again for dispelling the curse that kept him in thrall for so long. Then, during the height of the party and wedding, he disappears silently into the crowd.
He's heading off alone? That's so unlike him.
Felixia smiles at Hellena a moment before fluttering over towards the table. She takes a sip of one of the glasses but it is strong and she isn't sure if she likes it or not. (That's all we need: a drunk Fairy!) Smiling some, she looks around a little, but stays off to herself.
"Whattaya say, gurls...?"
"Iya think I have been wrong about many things," Jamara answers, her tone unusually quiet and subdued, though her expression remains as grim and stern as ever.
"Iya think someone died who didn't have to. Iya think some people live who should not. And Iya think respect was misplaced." She takes a long drought from her mug, then drops it, hefts her hammer, and turns to head back towards the cave entrance. "And Iya think I go home now."
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