A Tunnels and Trolls® play-by-post adventure run by khara_khang
Where are the wingzz!?
Cleverly hidden for an emergency.
I remember you whining 'bout them not being there before....
At ease, you.
Ha! Caught in your own web! What did you just say about da' Hobbit? <busted> <does happy dance around you.>
That you were a sexual harasser, of course. (I think this dance is further proof. My lawyers will be in contact.)
I said nothing about warts. That's a myth.
That's what all warty Toads say!
This explains why you seem to be the only one saying it.
Shows how much you know. I'm a Fallohide Hobbit. And I never steal, I barrow.
I thought only wights barrowed?
Lest you forget, I now have the magic crossbow pistol.
Big deal. I got dibs on the ring again now that Amroth's dead!
Some night when you're not expecting it, I will shine a light in your eyes and pick you off like roadkill.
You make a habit of picking road kill? Hobbits do have unusual culinary habits.
Hey, there was a saving roll involved on his being eaten, right? Can I ask why? Why? What did I do?
I'd guess being in combat range of a giant mouth might have something to do with it.
Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n hovers, considering Fairy snacks.
Ya know, Khara, every so often your assumptions are right on the mark.
Picking up the feather, the Hobbit hides it in his pack while no one is looking, except maybe Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n, who hovers watching the entire scene.
I don't miss much with eyes like these.
Think again, fly breath!
And all the delvers say I'm pretty fly for a toad guy.
"...we also have amazingly good looking party members of Herculean strength and Toadish stature...."
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.
Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n hovers, wishing he had a useful "Mystic" power.
There goes Khara making things up again. What color is the sky in your world?
I'm flying out of range to best use my genius to plan battle strategy. Somebody needs to be the tactician here, because the rest of you seem so impulsive and combat happy!
"I think we were supposed to offer three fish before going onto the beach, if I remember rightly. Yup, we were, and beyond that entrance is the King's realm."
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.
"Hey, good line, Jamara! I gotta remember that one!"
Chevera obviously expects to run into giant Sand Worms on a regular basis.
[Jamara] belly flops into the green water beside the boat very eloquently.
Do I have a sign labeled 2.3?
Shipy fires the Crossbow Six Shooter at the same moment and the shot goes wild, burying itself into Fuzz's ass....
Yep, he's as nimble fingered as any Hobbit.
Shipy's third shot misses.
Or maybe less so.
The lightning does what lightning does best....
Electrifying as only lightning can.
The Sand Worm... decides it has no reason to continue the fight with a full stomach. Instead of attacking, it turns away and disappears into the soft sand taking Amroth's remains with it.
My ring!
Amroth slides instantly down into the creature's gullet... filled with acid. Quickly, Amroth is bathed in pain and terror as his flesh breaks down and falls from his body. His cursed ring eagerly doubles any pain and suffering he endures the last few seconds of his life. With no air to breath and no escape possible at the moment, Amroth's eyes darken and close forever as his mortal form becomes worm food, his bones and items later to be discharged at some time later from the worm's digestive track.
Bet that hurt.
Wait... items discharged? <CHA-ching!> My ring!
"Give me that necklace, brownie!"
Is Felixia brown, or just dirty?
What do you do?
Fly after her, of course, and swallow Hellena if I get within tongue range. I don't trust the bag thief any more than I trust the Goblin who's tried to get everyone killed a few times now.
Jamara rights herself, spluttering and cussing up a blue streak as she gets her footing. "FEWMETS!"
Dragon dung is a blue streak of swearing?
"Iya feed you to the frog, grease spot!"
Jamara obviously has some inferiority issues to deal with.
"I'm sorry about that. I didn't realize that was going to happen."
Perhaps if he had sat back and devised a cunning plan like I did, instead of acting on emotion.
Eyes still full of fury, and foaming a little around the mouth, Krandor is still in his berserker rage, tearing into whomever is nearest to him.
I hope Freaketa is nearby.
With a defiant neigh, she charges...
Now there's a battle cry to be proud of: "With a defiant neigh..."
...hoping to dispatch the remaining worm quickly before another friend is eaten.
Amroth was a friend? I thought he was just some wanderer you ran into.
And next time, she silently vows, nobody moves until Freaketa "remembers" to warn them of mortal danger! Enough is enough!
I'm telling you, you need to drown her before she gets all of you killed.
Galdor, I have returned with a message... retrive my possessions and give them to the ESA clan, they will reward you.
I'd say something about the ring, but you must be tired of that by now.
With this post, Karanath rejoins the group and he will be played by Amroth's former player.
Felixia, Freaketa and Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n chase after Hellena. After everybody else piles on top of Krandor to restrain his feral rage, Shipy climbs up on top and yells, "I'm king of the world, ma!" before falling off on his head.
Hellena struggles a little but then stops resisting. Her strength spent, she realizes Felixia is the stronger Fairy. Hellena looks up at Felixia, her eyes still a little teary.
"I'm fine, other than the fact that you are holding me down. Hi, Felixia, I'm Hellena Fern Furnace, Fairy aid to King of the Lake Goblins, King Snorkin. I would shake your hand, but at the moment it's pinned down. Oh right, I know who you are now. I'm supposed to take you to King Snorkin. Either get off me or kiss me." The remark is of course sarcastic.
Rushing up to the two Fairies, Freaketa, huffy and puffing from running, grabs the bag containing the necklace, holding it tightly with both hands. "It's better I carry this," says the princess.
"Let me go, Felixia!"
After a few minutes when everyone is sure that Krandor will be fine, everyone un-dog piles and lets him up.
Karnath wades out of the water soaking wet. "You left without me!"
Fuzz searches the beach. Digging through the piles of bones, he finds an axe and a shirt. Both appear to be magical. Cutting open the two sand worms, Fuzz finds a circlet, 4 rubies, 1 emerald, and 25 gold lions (coins). Stark identifies the items found:
What do you do?
"It's better I carry this."
Felixia doesn't trust Freaketa, so she flies down and grabs the bag back. "No, it's not. It's best I hold it for you. Such a beautiful and special princess can't be a delivery service. I shall bear it for you like the ring bearer would."
Felixia's words and grip on the bag containing the necklace cause Freaketa to look at the determined Fairy and then release her grip on it, letting Felixia have it. At the same time, Hellena slowly stands up on the mushroom, adjusting her wayward hair. As she does, Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n arrives on the scene. Hovering into range, the giant bat-winged Toad flips out his long sticky tongue and snatches Hellena into his mouth.
"Ahhhhhh!" she screams. Then she is inside Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n's mouth.
"Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n just ate the King's Fairy aide! Spit her out!" yells Freaketa, charging Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n and waving her fist.
What do you do?
If I still count as having Elven blood I'd like the axe. I wouldn't be averse to any of the other things either, but Stark or Felixia could probably use the circlet and the shirt more than me.
Fuzz takes his prizes and goes to the rest of the party, showing them what he has found. Stark identifies them and he says, "Can I use the axe? It'd make a good replacement for my sword. I'd also like one of the jewels."
"Ahhhhhh!" she screams. Then she is inside Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n's mouth.
Shades of Amroth!
I fly back out to the area where we fought the worms, but without swallowing the Fairy---I'll just keep her in my mouth, since she seems to be somewhat important. If a trustworthy, semi-sensible, non-foodsource vouches for her, I'll spit her out. If not, I'll eat the snack.
Hmmm, I think the Centaur is the only one who passes all three criteria. Krandor and Fuzz fail the second, Jamara the first, Felixia the third, Freaketa the first and third, Shipy first and second and third, Stark the second, Blodwydd---your name is too hard to pronounce, so you fail the first, Amroth (dead) obviously fails the second, Karanath---who?
Yup, Chevera it is. I suspect Freaketa will be out here any moment now to let her know the situation. I'll just keep Hellena under wraps until then.
Jamara grabs her hammer, keeping a wary eye on Krandor. Then she looks around, as if just remembering something. "Where's the Goblin?!?"
Felixia flutters after Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n. "You spit her out!!! She's the King's Aide!" Looking to the others, she is getting near frantic. "HE ATE THE KING'S AIDE!" she says, pointing at the big Toad with wings. "She thought I had stolen it, but I straightened everything out and she was gonna take us to the King... but she can't inside of him!!!" She spins back to Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n. "You let her out!"
Chereva releases Krandor when he appears to have regained control of himself. She doesn't press him for an explanation, but she has an inkling that the intensity of his rage reflects the magnitude of his suffering. How long had he been trapped in lupine form, to be morphed only halfway back by Vlachos?
"Where's the Goblin?!?"
The Centaur's thoughts are interrupted by Jamara's stated concern and the arrival of the flying Giant Toad, followed by a clearly irritated Felixia.
"HE ATE THE KING'S AIDE! She thought I had stolen it, but I straightened everything out and she was gonna take us to the King... but she can't inside of him!!!"
Chereva tries to track the Fairy in her frenzied flight, but finds it near impossible. "Felixia! Calm down! Who stole what? The Toad ate whom? Take a deep breath and start from the beginning!" She looks over to Blodwydd and says, "I think I've missed something here."
Once Felixia relates the entire episode, Chereva turns to the imposing Toad. She balks, and turns back toward Felixia and the others. "Anybody catch his name?"
"A while back I think he said something sounding vaguely like 'Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n.' <choke, hacking cough> Then again, he also said, 'Bud.'"
Chereva frowns and contorts her face and tongue in mysterious ways, failing (miserably) an attempt to practice saying the creature's name. When she recovers, she turns back and trots toward the Giant Toad. "Sir Toad, I hope you aren't offended that I cannot pronounce your name. My name is Chereva. Felixia had a little tussle with that other Fairy, but it was a misunderstanding. I'm hoping you haven't eaten her...."
Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n stares down at Chereva, his massive maw immobile.
Chereva's hopes dim. "Hellena was the King's Aide---the Goblin King Snorkin, who is to marry our Freaketa...."
Freaketa returns to the beach at this moment, her frustration simmering quietly.
Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n blinks, his jaw set in stone.
Chereva turns to Fuzz and Jamara. "I'm not getting through to him. Besides, what use is it if he's actually eaten Hellena? We're toast!" She throws her hands up.
"Wait! She's still alive! Listen!" A faint high-pitched sobbing can be heard from within Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n's cavernous mouth.
"Dear G-Gl-Glarghj'naslk'ncdl'n! <Ow! Ow! Crikey, tongue-jam!> I'm guessing you came to Felixia's defense over there, and we all thank you for that! But the Fairy in your mouth is really on our side. She's really our best chance out of here! Would you kindly let Hellena out so she can lead us to King Snorkin?" Chereva pleadingly blinks the luscious lashes framing her large rust-colored eyes.
Krandor lifts himself from the ground, but remains in a slightly stooped position. He looks down at his claws silently, and then looks up. He watches Chereva's encounter with the Giant Toad without much interest. Trying not to be too obvious about it, the man-wolf drops his equipment onto the ground beside him. Then, as quickly and quietly as he can, Krandor disappears into the dark cave.
"Glash'Lsh'Clucky'Ducky (insert correct spelling), don't let her go. Hellena may be lying."
Hey, that wasn't very nice, Khara! Amroth called dibs on the next magic item that grants bonus MC points and you have one come up after he dies!! Agh!
"Let's go get Krandor, or at least follow him."
If a trustworthy, semi-sensible, non-foodsource vouches for her, I'll spit her out.... Fuzz fail[s] the second...."
I'm hurt, Eric. I'm sensible, just a bit violent.
The easy way to solve the problem is this. (Even though you didn't ask, I'm going to give it to you.) Open your mouth, but leave your fangs mostly closed (opened enough so that we can see her and she can hear us and see us but not enough for her to get away) and then I will tell her that if she doesn't tell us the way to the King, I will let you eat her.
Then once she tells us, we will ask to be sure that she hasn't forgotten anything. Then we will let you slowly close your mouth around her and make it clear that although you will let her live, you will not free her 'til we get to the King. That way any traps she didn't mention will befall her as well as us.
Then she will probably tell us eveything, and if she doesn't, she will regret it as soon as we come across something she didn't mention (at which point you eat her, assuming she is still alive). If however nothing bad befalls us, you can let her go or eat her as you wish. The way we get this to work is by me telling her (my charisma is really bad and should work well for something like this). You see, this way you aren't neccessarily deprived of a meal and we get to the King without anyone going home in a six foot box.
"You ate a Fairy, frog dude?" Fuzz asks as he tests his new axe on the corpse of one of the worms and pockets the jewels he found. "I've always thought that they really weren't worth eating unless properly breaded first. They're just too small to be good without a nice home-made bread covering." He adds with a grin.
Blodwydd---your name is too hard to pronounce, so you fail the first....
Hah! You should talk! (That way the Fairy can escape!)
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