A Tunnels and Trolls® play-by-post adventure run by khara_khang
Yay! Um... or rather... what does the Dragon shield do again? It compliments my suit of armor just right, but I'm afraid I was off being rather wolfish at the time its description was given, so I forget what it does.... <goes to add description to character sheet to re-send to good ol' Khara_Khang>
... offers Jamara her gold back before she leaves.
Jamara looks at Blodwydd, then lowers her gaze to the outstretched bag, scowling darkly. "He should have told us. No reason not too," she says, turning back to the bar. "It not just the finger-waggler's dying. This not a safe way to live. But none of us had to die. And any of us could have! You could have maybay been Troll fodder! The small one could maybay have been Worm food! The Goblin could have been killed by the finger-wagglers in the group that the Dragon roasted! And who you think get blamed for that?!?"
Jamara glances at the pouch again, and spits in contempt! "Iya want nothing from that pile of Ogre crap! Iya not justify what he do! And Iya not put a price on my pride! The ale, Iya take."
As the night progresses, Jamara says little else and drinks lots. She never quite gets in the party mood, but at least she manages to relax a bit. Her scowl eventually softens into a slight frown, and even almost manages to smile.
Almost....
Felixia flutters over to sit with Jamara. "I agree, he should have told you all. There is no excusing what he did. But does that mean you should punish yourself and not be paid? You did what you said you would. I could see not taking the extra, but you should take what the original agreed upon amount was, because you held up your part of the bargain."
Blodwydd gives Felixia an "I tolyoo so!" look, puts away the coins, picks up her tankard, and scoots down to the other end of the bar so she can get drunk in peace while Jamara and the Fairy argue about whose fault it might be for whatever it is they are upset about....
I go away for a week and look what happens: the adventure ends, ...
Without your continual interruptions, we got a lot more accomplished.
...Fuzz runs away with most of the loot, ...
Shipppo [sic] got the remainder.
...and Khazan is a parking lot!
Best to buy your space now, before I raise the rates.
... but says nothing about it to Krandor nor to the two fems with whom the shared adventure had forged her strong friendship.
Jamara and Blodwydd? Or Felixia? (Or an e-mail to Freaketa?) Who's being left out?
Funny how fate conspires to break one's heart.
I'm sorry, but it'd never work out between a Tsathogua and a centaur [sic]. For one thing, I capitalize my species.
...loses sight of Krandor at the gates of Khazan, and reckons the noble captain is gone from her life forever.
Noble, in this case, being an alternate spelling for "loner/loose cannon."
Later, in Cobalt's grand office, ...
Not too grand: Fuzz never did find that bar.
"Gotta hand it to her. She can always be trusted to speak her mind."
Jamara is a woman of few words.
...she turns around and sees her fellow adventurers (sans Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n...
He's no adventurer; he's an irredeemably evil Cthulhoid monster.
...and Krandor).
He's no adventurer; he's an antisocial lone wolf.
Fuzz meets an old friend and trades stories of adventure with him, at one point lamenting Amroth's death...
Who?
"Dear Krandor, not to outdo Blodwydd, but I figure someone who's out there guarding Khazan from Glarg's minions..."
As the former guardhouse has now been converted into long-term chariot parking, I'd suspect the mail arrived too late to do him any good.
"He should have told us. No reason not too. It not just the finger-waggler's dying. This not a safe way to live. But none of us had to die. And any of us could have! You could have maybay been Troll fodder! The small one could maybay have been Worm food! The Goblin could have been killed by the finger-wagglers in the group that the Dragon roasted! And who you think get blamed for that?!?"
Is she still going on about this? Get a grip! This is even more tedious than listening to that fool drone on and on about his kidnapped rhino! [a reference to eickeric's own Michael of the Midnight Magics from Goblins in the Mist --ed.]
"Iya want nothing from that pile of Ogre crap! Iya not justify what he do! And Iya not put a price on my pride! The ale, Iya take."
No comment.
Blodwydd gives Felixia an "I tolyoo so!" look....
Never take advice from Hobbits, Fairies, Tsathogua, or anyone who refers to himself in the third person.
"No." Jamara says quietly, but firmly. "Iya take it, Iya be punishing myself for a long time. You want, you keep. Iya not touch it."
Jamara is a woman of few words.
Saying only what's needed is sometimes preferable to mindless babble from unprocessed Cajun chow.
This is even more tedious than listening to that fool drone on and on about his kidnapped rhino!
And yet, you still listen.
No comment.
Isn't saying "No comment" a comment?
Hecklers have way too much time on their hands.
"No. Iya take it, Iya be punishing myself for a long time. You want, you keep. Iya not touch it.
If Blodwydd hadn't already scooped it up, I'd be doing so right about now. Purely to make everyone else happy, of course.
Saying only what's needed is sometimes preferable to mindless babble from unprocessed Cajun chow.
I thoroughly agree, but short of banning all Hobbits and rubber chickens from the tavern, what can we do?
And yet, you still listen.
Because I care. If my posts can reunite even one missing rhino with its summoner, it'll all have been worth it.
Isn't saying "No comment" a comment?
Depends on the inflection.
Hecklers have way too much time on their hands.
We prefer to call ourselves "effective time managers." (Although most others prefer the term "pathetic, talentless curmudgeons.")
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