The Mind's Eye

The 'Quest' III

Session XXIII - White Flags

Organiser's Comment

Behold, the funniest scene in 'Quest' history in all its glory, only on the Director's Cut DVD ($24.99). Oh, er, I mean, the Best of the Rest. Go now before I beat you.

With sticks.

Held by big, strong... arms.

Plot Summary

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Full Log (See Below for 'The Best of the Rest')

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<@Narrator> The day is not particularly impressive, rather dark and gloomy, in fact. The group are passing along near the edge of a forest, to their right. It is midday, and the temperature is still bitterly cold.

רשת Faelnon is sitting up at the front of the 'train, rather bored by the lack of civilisation.

רשת Rue is milling around on the walkways.

רשת Santhorpe is moping around in his cabin

רשת Foilae is at the weapons cabin, just taking a peak at everything.

רשת Santhorpe walks up to the front of the 'train, and sees Faelnon sitting there. "How are things?" he asks, casually

רשת Faelnon looks at Santhorpe, 'Mind-numbing tedium?'

רשת Santhorpe says, "ahh, I know the feeling well. Still, at least we're alive"

רשת Santhorpe continues "although, considering the current crew state, I guess that is not necessarily a plus"

רשת Rue is tempted to start another mini apple war, but refrains. The peaches, however...

רשת Faelnon nods and sighs, 'I guess.'

רשת Foilae leaves the weapons cabin and heads up towards the front.

רשת Santhorpe turns round and greets Foilae: "Hi there."

רשת Foilae says, 'Hello, how are things on the quiet front?'

רשת Santhorpe replies "pretty, well, quiet really"

רשת Foilae smiles, 'Isn't that weird?'

רשת Rue , having nothing better to do, climbs onto te roof of the train and stares at the clouds, pulling her cloak around her with a shiver.

<@Narrator> From the darks of the forest, creatures stir. About twenty of them, clad in heavy, dark armour, with white highlights. Their helmets have a golden curve running across the middle.

רשת Rue glares at Santhorpe. "Now look what you've done."

רשת Santhorpe thinks "oh no, not again"

רשת Faelnon looks at Santhorpe, then Rue, then at the forest, he sees the men, 'Oh, fun.'

רשת Santhorpe looks at Foilae: "nothing of your devising this time??"

רשת Mihndrid sighs, "No, I didn't -really- want a peaceful afternoon. Honest..."

רשת Foilae says, 'If they were, you are dead.'

רשת Santhorpe says "I suppose"

<@Narrator> The leader bows to the 'train, 'Blessed be your journey. Are you truly them?'

רשת Mihndrid tramps up towards the others, looking both tired and perplexed.

רשת Rue breathes a sigh of relief.

רשת Faelnon cocks an eyebrow, 'Who are them?'

רשת Rue clambers down from the roof and stands in in front of the men, eyeing them suspiciously.

<@Narrator> The leader continues, 'Faelnon, the Wise, Foilae, Keeper of Knowledge, Rue the Brave, Mihndrid the Talented' He looks at Santhorpe, 'I'm afraid I'm not sure who you are...'

רשת Rue cocks an eyebrow, too, blushing slightly.

רשת Faelnon smiles to himself, but doesn't let the compliment distract him.

רשת Mihndrid raises an eyebrow, looking up at the others.

<@Narrator> He says, 'It is an honour to meet you, we have formed an army to battle the Dark Army, once led by the cowardly Jayon, now led by a creature, neither alive, nor dead, ever-changing.'

רשת Faelnon looks at the leader, 'I see.'

רשת Faelnon says, 'I thought they worked rather in private?'

רשת Foilae says, 'Can you easily keep thousands of soldiers hidden and private?'

רשת Rue is quiet, wondering if by ever-changing, the man meant...

רשת Faelnon looks at Foilae and rolls his eyes.

רשת Faelnon waits for the leader to say something else and wonders was he meant to say something.

רשת Santhorpe is intrigued by this "Dark Army," and wondering what the others make of them

<@Narrator> He says, 'Please, come with us to our camp, we would be honoured. A feast would be thrown in your name, you are the ones who bravely fought them at Foilae's previous residence, are you not?'

רשת Rue yawns, slightly bored.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Well, some of not, but yes, that's us.'

רשת Rue 's expression brightens. "Feast?! Good food!"

רשת Santhorpe thinks this is an excellent idea. "Food....mmm...." he murmurs

רשת Faelnon smiles at Rue, then turns to the leader, 'If you will show the way...'

רשת Rue tugs on Faelnon's arm like a little kid. "Come on! Pleeeeeease! Please can we go to the feast?!?! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

<@Narrator> The leader nods, then nods at the troops and they begin off along the path the 'train was headed.

רשת Faelnon taps the driver on the shoulder and the 'train follows the troops.

רשת Rue grins happily, patting her stomach and then pulling her cloak around her with another shiver, hoping that it will be slightly warmer where they're headed.

רשת Foilae says to Faelnon, 'Did you get many feasts before I came?'

רשת Faelnon says, 'Well, yes, either that, or we ruined them for very important people, as I'm sure Rue could tell you about.'

רשת Rue gives Faelnon a wide smile.

רשת Foilae looks at Rue and raises an eyebrow, but makes no comment.

<@Narrator> Suddenly, one of the horses gives a rather shocked noise, and looks about frantically, after a moment or two of nothing, it returns to moving.

רשת Faelnon looks at the horse curiously

רשת Santhorpe is startled, well, he would be, but a shocked horse isn't much, he thinks

רשת Mihndrid sighs, seated sedately on the roof so she can watch their surroundings.

<@Narrator> After a few hours journey, the group arrive at the top of a hill.

רשת Rue blinks at the horse before turning to Foilae. "Shandor-" she pauses, as if saying the name is slightly painful. "-and I got caught by a random woman when we were stealing Robert West's safe. We had to put on a magic act of sorts and had great fun running over tables, kicking up plates and ruining a fine boar."

רשת Foilae smiles at Rue, 'Sounds... fun.'

<@Narrator> The camp is set at the base of two hills, it is rather extensive, there are rather roughly-thrown together walls, with shabby watch towers at each corner. There is one gate, half way along one of the walls, with two extra watchtowers either side. There are scatterings of tents, with a few camp fires which glow softly in the night darkness. There are a few more solid buildings towards the centre, and against one of the walls were rows of wagons.

<@Narrator> The leader points to an area a little bit away from the gates, 'You can leave your 'train there.'

רשת Santhorpe remarks "Some army"

רשת Rue laughs. "I'm glad that they're not the only ones fighting." she mumbles.

רשת Mihndrid glares at Santhorpe and mutters, "You're -so- encouraging."

<@Narrator> One of the soldiers hears Santhorpe's remark, grunts indignantly, but doesn't say anything.

רשת Faelnon retorts, 'And you are some fighter.'

רשת Santhorpe glances at Mihndrid and says "Such is human nature"

רשת Faelnon instructs the drivers on where to leave the 'train.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Okay, this is us, shall we go on?'

רשת Mihndrid rolls her eyes and growls, "You just can't help it can you?" before jumping off the train.

רשת Rue leaps off as well, looking around at the troops.

רשת Santhorpe hops daintily off the train

רשת Faelnon climbs off the 'train.

רשת Foilae triggers a ramp at the end of the catwalk and rolls down off the 'train.

<@Narrator> The leader signals one of the watchtowers, and the gates swing open.

רשת Faelnon follows behind the leader as he marches into the camp.

רשת Santhorpe marches in to the camp behind Faelnon

רשת Foilae follows behind Faelnon, looking around, wondering how long it took to smack together.

<@Narrator> A feast is quickly thrown together, and many of the troops gather to sing and dance and drink. They moved a few of the tents in the centre out of the way and brought out several long tables and plates of food, with a large fire at either end of the row of tables.

רשת Mihndrid looks generally unnerved and uncomfortable as she watches the feast begin to form.

רשת Faelnon looks at the feast, rather impressed at the time it took to set up, and takes a seat in the middle.

רשת Faelnon looks at Mihndrid, 'Perhaps you could grace us with one of your songs later?'

רשת Foilae finds a space in between two benches to park his wheelchair.

רשת Mihndrid doesn't reply at first, rather preoccupied with something else in the back of her mind, but after a moment she turns to look up at him, and nods.

רשת Santhorpe chooses a seat at random, sits down, and takes some food

רשת Mihndrid hops onto one of the benches, rather close to the others, and sits on her knees.

רשת Faelnon takes some food and puts it onto his plate.

רשת Foilae carefully takes some food and looks about at a few people dancing.

רשת Faelnon says, 'It is a... er.. nice place.'

רשת Santhorpe says "I particularly like the dancing. Never been too good myself though"

רשת Rue takes food and puts it on her plate, but then suddenly remembers what happened last time they ate at a "feast," and so she just stares at it suspiciously.

רשת Foilae says, 'I used to dance when I was a lot younger,' he pauses and looks sadly at his wheelchair, 'I guess I won't be able to again.'

רשת Santhorpe looks at Rue and exclaims "come on, tuck in, it's quite nice!"

רשת Faelnon watches a few people playing flutes.

רשת Faelnon takes a bite out of his meal, and isn't instantly knocked out or killed, so declares the meal a roaring success.

רשת Rue pokes at the food with her fork, raising an eyebrow at Santhorpe.

רשת Mihndrid pats Foilae's shoulder reassuringly as she prods at her food with a spoon.

רשת Santhorpe taunts Rue "ooh, watch out, it's going to bite you!"

רשת Faelnon joins in and pokes and prods the food with a fork and a spoon.

רשת Rue sticks her tongue out at Faelnon before attempting to do the same with a fork, spoon and knife.

רשת Faelnon grins at Rue and takes another bite.

<@Narrator> A couple of servers come around, 'Is there anything else I can get you?'

רשת Faelnon looks at them, 'Well, actually, could you get me another knife? Mine seems to have disappeared.'

רשת Rue whistles innocently.

<@Narrator> One of them returns with another knife and disappears into a growing crowd.

רשת Faelnon comments, 'These people do look a bit... merry.'

רשת Foilae says, 'Overly so, perhaps.'

רשת Rue listens intently to Faelnon and Foilae while poking her food.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Although, the compliments were welcomed.'

רשת Mihndrid sighs again, not being terribly hungry, and contents herself with listening to the chatter of the others and the bustling of the crowd.

רשת Foilae says, 'You're a sad person, aren't you?' He grins before saying proudly to himself, in an extravagant tone, 'Keeper of Knowledge.'

רשת Foilae says, 'Mihndrid, will you grace us with a tune tonight?'

רשת Faelnon finishes his meal.

רשת Rue claps, "Yes! That's a great idea!!"

רשת Mihndrid frowns slightly, and says at a length, "I'd love to...but..." She trails off recalling the water logging of her lute and the recent shattering of her flute.

רשת Faelnon thinks for a moment and remembers the destruction of the instruments.

רשת Faelnon says, 'I'm sure someone else in the camp has an instrument...'

רשת Santhorpe sees that rue still doesn't appear to have eaten anything

רשת Mihndrid nods, looking vaguely hopeful.

רשת Foilae is about to say that Shandor has a clarinet in his cabin, but stops himself quickly.

רשת Rue pokes at her food and grins at Santhorpe, shoving her plate in his general direction. "Go ahead. I'll pretend I'm looking at the pretty tree while you steal my food."

רשת Faelnon makes sure Rue isn't looking and steals a bit of her food

רשת Santhorpe steal Rue's food, and gobbles it all up, then pretends to choke

רשת Foilae asks Mihndrid, 'Which instrument would you prefer? I could probably go hunt one down.'

רשת Mihndrid considers it for a moment, and replies shortly, "Probably a lute, since you can't sing with a flute."

רשת Foilae nods, and heads off towards the singing and dancing soldiers.

רשת Foilae emerges from the crowd with a slightly old looking lute. He hands it over to Mihndrid, 'There you go.'

רשת Mihndrid takes the instrument and examines it for a minute, running her finger along the neck of it and plucking a few strings, but it seems to meet her approval and she says with a nod, "Thanks."

רשת Faelnon looks at Mihndrid, waiting for the song to begin.

רשת Mihndrid stands up on the bench, which really doesn't elevate her very much. After fiddling with the lute a little while longer, she starts up a tune.

רשת Faelnon smiles and listens.

רשת Mihndrid continues it wordlessly for a moment, letting the sprightly notes dance through the air and throughout the camp.

רשת Mihndrid lets the tune fade a little and starts up the song, her voice amazingly loud and resounding compared to her size, "It was on the first of August, out of Amberway"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "Half a dozen horses and a wagon load of hay"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "There had been a party, hangovers galore"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "Our clerics were unconscious and our fighters saddle sore"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "There were dragons, dragons flying o'er the road”

רשת Mihndrid sings, "Wyverns all around us and behind us they all strode,"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "And there were orcs, orcs filling all the woods"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "They all jumped upon us because we were lawful goods"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "We were not discouraged, we were set to fight,"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "But we had drunk two gallons of the finest wine last night."

רשת Mihndrid sings, "Our ranger was dishevelled; our knight was the same,"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "And the elf who travelled with us was too drunk to know his name."

רשת Mihndrid sings, "The dragons got the horses, the orcs got even more,"

רשת Faelnon continues listening intently.

רשת Mihndrid sings, "And munching on our wagons was an ugly manticore"

רשת Rue listens, giggling occasionally.

רשת Mihndrid sings, "We finally woke our wizard, he would make them pay,"

רשת Foilae listens with a broad grin.

רשת Mihndrid sings, "But he really pulled a boner when he mumbled spells that day"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "His fireball misfired; his lightning missed its mark,"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "And then the party found itself encased in total dark"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "He tried to polymorph them - that dirty, ancient louse,"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "We didn't think it funny when the elf became a mouse"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "Our fighters bravely battled out, but it was all for naught"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "For we had not the measure of the monsters that we fought"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "T’was our jester that finally saved us, for he could do no wrong"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "He really had them running when he belted out this song."

רשת Mihndrid finishes off with a few striking cords, bows slightly, and sits down again.

רשת Faelnon applauds loudly.

רשת Rue whistles and applauds.

רשת Mihndrid gives him all a tired smile and lays the misshapen lute on the table.

רשת Foilae applauds twice as loudly, casting a quick spell to make some utensils clap as well.

רשת Faelnon says, 'That was well worth the wait. Your own work?'

רשת Mihndrid nods, dusting a lock of hair from her face, "I wrote it a few days ago, figured now was as good a time as any to sing it."

רשת Rue smirks. "Well done!"

<@Narrator> The leader comes up to the table, clapping softly, 'That was excellent. We have prepared a few rooms for you to stay in tonight,' He looks up at the night sky and yawns.

רשת Faelnon nods at the leader, 'Thank you.'

רשת Mihndrid nods to the leader, sliding off of the bench.

רשת Faelnon rises to his feet slowly and follows the leader to a few tents that have been prepared for the guests.

רשת Rue smiles at the leader, and then yawn. "Great."

רשת Thor follows them silently, looking about the mostly-human place.

רשת Foilae just follows.

<@Narrator> The group is sleeping peacefully. Well, most of the group...

רשת Faelnon has left his tent and has broken into one storing armour. Something about the armour irked him, but he couldn't work out what it was.

רשת Faelnon goes over to a breastplate and removes the knife that 'disappeared' from the feast. He scratches at the white highlights, they fall off like cheap paint, leaving a blood red design, identical to that of the Dark Army.

רשת Faelnon grumbles about too good to be true, slipping the knife out of sight again and turns around, preparing to go get the group, when he comes face to face with two guards, 'Oh... hi guys?'

רשת Faelnon looks at them and smiles inanely, before they go to strike him, his last words before he is knocked out sound suspiciously like 'Oh... bollox.'

<@Narrator> Word quickly goes out, and before the group can say "I knew this was too could to be true because they are actually the evil people. I wonder do any of them suffer from pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis?" They are caught and thrown into one of the more solid looking buildings, the wooden door was actually just a cover, the guards pull it off, revealing solid steel bars, a cage.

<@Narrator> The guard that is standing outside the cage remains defiantly out of reach.

רשת Mihndrid sighs, rubbing the back of her head, "I'd like to say I told you so, but I forgot to mention it."

רשת Faelnon looks around the cage, 'Funny, I didn'a think I went te sleep 'ere.'

רשת Mihndrid raises an eyebrow at Faelnon and stands up, dusting herself off.

רשת Faelnon groans, rubbing his bruised face, 'We can all tell everyone else we told you so, because I think we were all suspicious.'

רשת Rue leans back, banging her head against the bars. "Why? Why? Why? One night's rest?" She sighs

רשת Thor states, 'I wasn'a.’

רשת Faelnon looks at Thor, 'Well, they stuffed food in front of your face, I can't expect much different.'

רשת Faelnon looks at Rue and agrees silently.

רשת Foilae says, 'Since they know so much about us, they've probably put up a magic dampening field.'

רשת Rue pats Faelnon on the shoulder. "It's okay. That shade of black and blue is very becoming of you." she smirks.

רשת Faelnon grimaces at Rue.

רשת Mihndrid sighs, feeling very helpless at the moment, and leans against one of the barred walls.

רשת Foilae asks, 'What do we do?'

רשת Faelnon says, 'I have no idea.'

רשת Rue shrugs. "Anyone know where our weapons are?"

רשת Foilae says, 'I think I saw them being dumped into the tent opposite.'

רשת Rue smiles at Faelnon. "Remember the party?" she whispers. "I've got an idea...."

רשת Faelnon looks at Rue, 'Oh dear... why not?'

רשת Rue stands up and strolls over near to where the guard stands. "Hey..." she whispers.

<@Narrator> The guard looks at Rue.

רשת Mihndrid smacks her hand to her mouth to force the laughter back down her throat.

רשת Foilae holds his head in his hands.

רשת Rue beckons him over with her finger, a coy smile on her face. "Mr. Guard...You're a lonely man, right?" she inquires, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

<@Narrator> The male guard looks disgusted at Rue, 'I DO NOT, SWING THAT WAY.' He then looks at Faelnon curiously.

רשת Faelnon 's eyes go wide, he turns back to the group, 'Okay, scrap that plan, what else do we got?'

רשת Rue 's eyes also go wide as she nearly falls over. She practically runs away from the guard and plops herself on the ground in front of the rest of them, her face bright pink. "Soo...."

רשת Mihndrid grins hysterically despite their current situation.

רשת Rue raises an eyebrow. "Hey Faelnon...you want to get out of here, right?"

רשת Faelnon says, 'This place is rather cosy...' He catches the guard's eye, 'But not in that way!'

רשת Foilae can't help but chuckle.

רשת Rue winks at Faelnon. "I've got another idea..."

רשת Faelnon looks at Rue, 'Oh gods.'

רשת Rue laughs and leaps up again, walking over to the guard. "You know...my friend over there-" She points to Faelnon, "-said that he's rather...interested...He's just...shy, that's all. Maybe you should break the ice?"

<@Narrator> The guard says, 'I do have my own tent...'

רשת Faelnon has backed into the corner.

רשת Rue winks at the guard. "Why don't you just...y'know. Take him in there? He's been lonely..." she says, frowning sympathetically.

<@Narrator> The guard says to Faelnon, 'I would go to the end of the world for you...'

רשת Faelnon replies, 'Would you stay there, too?'

רשת Mihndrid leans to the farther end of the cage to help cover up her insane grin.

רשת Rue coughs loudly. "Faelnon, you're interested. Right? RIGHT?!??!"

רשת Faelnon is on the brink of having a heart-attack.

רשת Rue smiles. "See Mr. Guard? He likes you!"

רשת Faelnon says to Rue, 'Hey, you look a bit like a man.'

רשת Rue walks over to Faelnon and grabs his hand, whispering "Don't worry about a thing. I've got it covered. And...I'm willing to let that comment go if you do this." She then drags him over to the guard and says, "Well, aren't you going to take him to your tent?"

רשת Faelnon breaks free of Rue and runs to the other end of the cage.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Take Thor, he's short, you can boss him about.'

רשת Rue tilts her head sideways and looks at the guard. "You have big, strong...arms. You can carry him." She leans closer and whispers, "He likes that."

<@Narrator> The guard asks, 'So... what's your sign?'

רשת Faelnon replies, 'Do Not Enter.'

רשת Rue leans even closer. "Gods, he's so sarcastic. Quick, open the cage. He won't be this willing for long..."

רשת Foilae says, 'Faelnon is just shy because he doesn't know how it all works, you could show him...'

רשת Faelnon makes notes to kill each and everyone of these people.

רשת Rue nods to Foilae emphatically. "Exactly! Come on. Look at how cute he is!"

רשת Faelnon 's brain has just shut down.

רשת Faelnon begins praying for a miracle, one that doesn't involve a male guard.

<@Narrator> As if a prayer is answered, an arrow whizzes through the night sky and hits the guard in the chest. He gargles in sudden shock, and flails his arms as he slumps forward, onto the gate.

רשת Rue leans forward and grabs the keys "Yes!"

רשת Faelnon says, 'Thank you!' Before rushing forward.

רשת Rue hands Faelnon the keys. "Want to do the honours, Faely?"

רשת Mihndrid strides forward after the others, the grin still plated onto her face.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Like never before,' he unlocks the gate quickly and kicks it open.

רשת Rue pats Faelnon on the shoulder. "I would've kicked his arse when he opened the gate, you know."

רשת Thor runs across to the tent with the group's weapons.

רשת Faelnon says, 'I don't believe you. At all.'

רשת Foilae grins evilly, 'You know, in this light, you do look rather dashing...'

רשת Rue laughs. "I would never let you get...um...harassed by a male guard."

רשת Mihndrid laughs, shaking her head, and hops out of the cage.

רשת Faelnon holds his hand up as he crosses to the tent, 'Don't even start, Foilae, not one word.'

רשת Rue grabs Faelnon's shoulder. "Wait!!!"

רשת Rue points to the guard. "Aren't you going to kiss him goodbye?"

רשת Faelnon grits his teeth, 'Not one word.'

רשת Faelnon grins in spite of himself, 'Besides, I never kiss on the first date.'

רשת Rue laughs and claps him on the back before hurrying to get her weapon.

רשת Thor emerges from the tent with his axe, hammer and armour.

רשת Foilae looks around, no-one is patrolling, well, no-one has found them yet.

רשת Faelnon grabs his staff and looks about ready to whack the guard in the head with it.

רשת Rue comes out of the tent, her sword and bow in hand.

רשת Rue dons her Super-Whore outfit

רשת Rue looks at everyone. "So we're running away now, correct?”

רשת Faelnon says, 'Run like a new Tarkna.'

רשת Foilae comments, 'Or roll.'

רשת Faelnon takes off and arrives at the end of the row of tents, he looks down, there are a few guards sitting around a fire about twenty metres down.

רשת Foilae follows Faelnon.

רשת Thor follows, looking around ready to swipe at anyone.

רשת Rue runs alongside Faelnon, "You know, you could always take out your wrath on them..."

רשת Faelnon is ready to smack anyone that tries to kiss him.

רשת Faelnon runs across to another row of tents, hopefully not being seen.

רשת Foilae rolls slowly along, can't really do much if they do spot him. No-one seems to though, and he gets to the other side.

רשת Thor is tempted to go attack the men, but follows Faelnon.

רשת Mihndrid strides after the group.

רשת Faelnon reaches the wall of the camp.

רשת Rue pauses and then looks at Faelnon. "Hey...who fired the arrow?"

רשת Faelnon looks at the wall, it appears just to be a light wood framework and some animal skins, 'I have no idea, but I thank them. They have no idea how much I would thank them if I met them.'

רשת Foilae says, 'You'd better hope it isn't another guy like that guard then.'

רשת Faelnon looks at Foilae, 'I can't believe there isn't a switch to make you shut up.'

רשת Rue laughs, "One who was even more attracted to you than that guy."

רשת Faelnon hits the animal skins with his staff and they begin to fall off.

רשת Mihndrid says softly, "Alright, it was funny, so lets lay off Faelnon for a while. I doubt he appreciates it."

רשת Rue tilts her head and watches curiously.

רשת Thor hits one with his axe and cuts through it, 'Lets go.'

רשת Foilae grins at Mihndrid and plots to annoy Faelnon anyway.

רשת Rue grins at Foilae as if reading his mind.

רשת Faelnon squeezes through the small dwarf-gap Thor made.

רשת Mihndrid hops through after him.

רשת Foilae grins at Rue knowingly.

רשת Rue goes through the gap thing.

רשת Foilae manages to get through the gap and heads towards the 'train straight away.

רשת Faelnon runs towards the 'train.

רשת Thor follows the two silently, looking at the watchtowers, that don't appear to see them.

רשת Rue also runs towards the 'train

<@Narrator> All the guards posted around the 'train lie still on the ground, cold, dead. They died in various manners, stabbed, throats slit, one appears to have had a bad encounter with a large rock.

רשת Faelnon looks at the corpses and thinks that whoever killed them saved them a battle, 'It looks like we have a guardian angel.'

רשת Rue stops in her tracks and looks at the men curiously. "What's going on?"

רשת Faelnon jumps as one of them groans and tries to get up, Faelnon picks up the dagger of a guard and stabs the last alive guard, 'Not a very thorough guardian angel, but a guardian angel nonetheless.'

רשת Faelnon says, 'It seems like someone has killed the people guarding our 'train, and I don't think we should wait here any longer.'

רשת Rue nods and hops on the train, still staring, first at the guards, then at the area surrounding the train, searching for any trace of the "angel."

רשת Mihndrid opens her mouth to mention something about asking that last living guard about who it was, but decides its rather useless now and picks her way through the bodies to the train.

רשת Faelnon hops onto the 'train.

רשת Foilae goes up the ramp.

רשת Mihndrid climbs up into the train, a little eager to get moving.

רשת Thor climbs onboard

<@Narrator> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

'The Best of the Rest'

<@Faelnon> OOC: I just want to apologise in advance for: -Mass amount of typos -Falling asleep in the middle of the session.

<@_Rue> ooc - Why ever would that be?!?!

<+Santhorpe> ooc: that's ok. I'm the typo master here. Although, I haven't been up all night....

<@Faelnon> OOC: And all day.

רשת Foilae is at the weapons cabin, just taking a peak at everything.

<@_Rue> ooc - Aww, what a cute cripple

<@_Rue> ooc - lol

<@Faelnon> OOC: lmao

03/07/27 19:28:27 <_Rue> DrCBVI(8:19:56 PM): I like writing in hugeness, it makes up for other small parts of m- er. [You have just been Sqigglyated], I mean, HUGE. All HUGE writing HUGE to represent my HUGE.

03/07/27 19:28:27 <_Rue> VaNiLLaKoKaKoLa(8:20:07 PM): ARM!

03/07/27 19:28:28 <_Rue> DrCBVI(8:20:14 PM): BIG SRTONG ARM

03/07/27 19:28:38 :D

03/07/27 19:29:35 רשת Faelnon puts on his uber-cool sunglasses he got on Friday

03/07/27 19:31:19 רשת _Rue looks dorky in sunglasses and so refrains from buying them

03/07/27 19:31:41 These ones are useless as sunglasses, but look cool

03/07/27 19:31:56 and I think we all know, it is the cool-factor, and not the I might go blind factor, that counts

03/07/27 19:38:18 <_Rue> I mean, c'mon! He's gorgeous and he plays the guitar.

03/07/27 19:38:55 Sqiggly plays the Irish Whistle...

<+Santhorpe> ooc: mini apple war?

<@_Rue> ooc - You weren't here last time, and Mr. Big, Strong...Arm hasn't done the logs.

<@Faelnon> OOC: Hey, which would you prefer? Quest logs, or the stuff from last night?

<+Santhorpe> ooc: too true. I had things to choose from on wed night, and swimming won, lol

<@_Rue> ooc - You have a point

[For those who aren’t up to date, the good ol’ ‘Quest’-master was up all night talking to Rue on AIM. Suffice to say, the conversation was one of the funniest I’ve ever read. I would give you the link to them, but it is a little early in the day for public humiliation. –Shandor]

<@Faelnon> OOC: Shut it, you weren't half-drunk from fatigue, and get can still spell Jehoshaphat.

[Yes, but nowadays, who can spell Jehoshaphat unless you are half-drunk from fatigue. –Shandor]

<@Faelnon> OOC: Ama, I'm tired to a new hell, what's your excuse for those typos? :P

רשת Santhorpe says "I suppose"

<+Santhorpe> ooc: I'm just retarded

<@Faelnon> OOC: ah.

[I thought that was my excuse? Er, I mean... HUGE –Shandor]

<@Faelnon> The leader continues, 'Faelnon, the Wise, Foilae, Keeper of Knowledge, Rue the Brave, Mihndrid the Talented' He looks at Santhorpe, 'I'm afraid I'm not sure who you are...'

<@Rue> ooc - Lmao

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Haha, yes!

<@Faelnon> OOC: Santhorpe the Retarded.

<+Santhorpe> ooc: Too true

<@Rue> ooc – W00tage. I am brave!

<+Santhorpe> ooc: "Santhorpe the lazy bugger"

<+Mihndrid> OOC: gives Rue candy

רשת Rue cocks an eyebrow, too, blushing slightly.

<@Rue> ooc - Santhorpe the weak...armed.

[Oh, then original ones went - notices Faelnon’s stare - I still have those logs and those pictures, so you just sit the hell back down. Anyway, the original ones went:

‘Faelnon the Pansy Womanly Man, Foilae Sit ‘N’ Spin, Rue the Lewd, Mihndrid the Dirty Poet, Santhorpe teh baed speeelier’

-Shandor]

רשת Rue tugs on Faelnon's arm like a little kid. "Come on! Pleeeeeease! Please can we go to the feast?!?! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"

<@Faelnon> OOC: lol

[Hey! She’s stealing my part! I’m meant to Faelnon’s whiny little kid. -Audience look to each other in complete and utter confusion- Oh, right, no-one will get that. It is a reference to the plans to the ‘Quest’, they had some odd little notes, and these are from two sessions that I never did in the end, or I changed some of them, whatever [[I might actually put the little bullet point plans and notes up after the ‘Quest’ finishes, some of them are just silly]]:

To get their help (yes, them? Why? You ask, to you, I say ‘Pfft’)

Okay, discussions don’t go too great (um, he threatened to eat your children.)

(I don’t have any children, beside, I at least I worked him down from eating you)

(I’m not your child)

(I didn’t say you were.)

(Daddy!)

(Get the [Sqigglyinated] away from me, bi-otch)

(Watch out, or I’ll go Evil again, and then I’ll turn into a lawyer and do you for child abuse)

And:

Haven’t seen Dream-Girl in a while. (Give her a name dammit! She’s my daughter!)

(I thought you said you didn’t have any children?)

(Oh shut up)

(!, not only do you disown me and are a heartless [Sqigglyinated] to me, you slept with my wife when I didn’t exist (when you were probably a damn sight happier) and spawned a sister! You sicko! Sicko sicko sicko! I’m getting every child agency in the world to come down on your ass)

(Blurh!?)

(Damn Straight. Bi-otch)

-Shandor]

<@Faelnon> OOC: Mihnny, was that to Sanny or Faely?

רשת Santhorpe hops daintily off the train

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Take a wild guess XD

<@Rue> ooc - We have a new pansy!

<@Faelnon> OOC: Both!

רשת Faelnon climbs off the 'train.

<+Mihndrid> OOC: ...nevermind o.o;;

[Faelnon’s rather slow. –Shandor]

רשת Foilae triggers a ramp at the end of the catwalk and rolls down off the 'train.

<@Rue> ooc - Fancy

<@Faelnon> OOC: And amusing, if it wasn't so sad. Or he wasn't so sad, whichever fits.

<+Santhorpe> ooc: I liked my dainty hop

<@Rue> ooc - Silly cripple

<+Santhorpe> ooc: gotta be careful of the dearest grass and daisys

<@Rue> ooc - /me is going to hell

<+Mihndrid> OOC: I'll bring you tea on sundays, Rue.

<@Faelnon> OOC: If not for the cripple thing, then for the 13 year old thing.

<@Rue> ooc - Damnit

<@Faelnon> OOC: Remember, this is CAMPY CAMPERSONS CAMPING CAMPSITE OF CAMPING AND CAMP FUN.

<+Santhorpe> ooc: lmao

[os] topic (#tildruin) ~~Welcome To Campy Camperson's Camping Campsite Of Camping And Camp Fun!~~ :|: 'Quest' -NOWr:|: (Rue)

<+Santhorpe> ooc: /me plants daisys in his hair

[So much of this was references to last night, so only the ‘Quest’-master and Rue could fully appreciate this. Oh well. –Shandor]

רשת Rue takes food and puts it on her plate, but then suddenly remembers what happened last time they ate at a "feast," and so she just stares at it suspiciously.

רשת Santhorpe looks at Rue and exclaims "come on, tuck in, it's quite nice!"

רשת Faelnon takes a bite out of his meal, and isn't instantly knocked out or killed, so declares the meal a roaring success.

רשת Rue pokes at the food with her fork, raising an eyebrow at Santhorpe.

רשת Mihndrid pats Foilae's shoulder reassuringly as she prods at her food with a spoon.

רשת Santhorpe taunts Rue "ooh, watch out, it's going to bite you!"

רשת Faelnon joins in and pokes and prods the food with a fork and a spoon.

רשת Rue sticks her tongue out at Faelnon before attempting to do the same with a fork, spoon and knife.

רשת Faelnon grins at Rue and takes another bite.

<@Faelnon> A couple of servering people.. folks [I'm tired!] come around, 'Is there anything else I can get you?'

רשת Rue pokes the servering peoplefolks with her spoon.

רשת Faelnon looks at them, 'Well, actually, could you get me another knife? Mine seems to have disappeared.'

רשת Rue whistles innocently.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Although, the compliments were welcomed.'

רשת Foilae says, 'You're a sad person, aren't you?' He grins before saying proudly to himself, in an extravagant tone, 'Keeper of Knowledge.'

<@Faelnon> OOC: the flute shattered?

<@Rue> ooc - Didn't it break when you fell in the mirrorhousey thing?

<+Mihndrid> OOC: Yeah, when we all fell through a psycho funhouse land O.o;;

<@Faelnon> OOC: ah

<@Faelnon> OOC: We'll get you a new one sometime.

<+Santhorpe> ooc: back

<+Mihndrid> OOC Yay XD

<@Faelnon> Shall we do a timeskippy thingy?

<+Mihndrid> OOC Oh no you don't o.o

<@Rue> TOO LATE!

<+Mihndrid> OOC Gimme something playable, like hell I'm passing up a bard song opportunity

<@Faelnon> OOC: Oh, okay. I was going to let you do your song, but alas, it as not meant to be.

<@Rue> Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na TIMEWARP!!!!

<@Faelnon> OOC: It's his clarinet. You don't go touching a dude's clarinet. Especially not if the clarinet is a double entendre.

<@Rue> ooc: Shandor- "And this one time...at band camp..." Ariea: "WHAT?!"

<@Faelnon> OOC: LMAO

<+Mihndrid> OOC XD

<+Santhorpe> ooc: lol

<@Faelnon> OOC: gets new background story idea for Shandor

<@Rue> ooc - Oh my

רשת Foilae nods, and heads off towards the singing and dancing soldiers.

<@Foilae> OOC: And there are 10 of them. Bowling!

<@Rue> ooc - /me shoves Foilae's chair into the soldiers

<+Mihndrid> OOC I go bowling on Saturdays? XD

<@Rue> ooc - Foilae: The Ultimate Weapon

<@Foilae> OOC: :D

רשת Foilae emerges from the crowd with a slightly old looking lute. He hands it over to Mihndrid, 'There you go.'

<@Rue> ooc - It's possessed! NOoOoOoOoOOo! matrix dive

<@Rue> ooc - Unlike Colm, I only got two hours of sleep, so bear with me.

<+Mihndrid> OOC Okay, how do I go about this without getting kicked every other verse? O.o;;

<@Faelnon> OOC: Er... go slowly?

<+Mihndrid> OOC: o.o;;

<@Faelnon> OOC: Oh poor little Rue, only got 2 piddly hours sleep. I got none!

<@Faelnon> OOC: It kicks, I believe, on 10/minute

<+Mihndrid> OOC 'Kay...

<@Rue> I have an idea

<@Rue> hang on

[os] mode (#tildruin) -o |Shalott| (Rue)

<|Shalott|> op me!

[os] mode (#tildruin) +o |Shalott| (|panda|)

<@Faelnon> ha ha

<@Rue> Hmm

<+Mihndrid> OOC Do both at once o.o

<@Faelnon> one moment please

<@Faelnon> OOC: Sqiggly!

[os] mode (#tildruin) -ooo AmPanda |panda| |Shalott| (Sqiggly)

<|Shalott|> op me!

[os] mode (#tildruin) +m (Faelnon)

<@Rue> There

<@Faelnon> OOC: At least now, if they get bitchy, they'll only take out Sqiggly.

<+Mihndrid> OOC okay o.o

<@Rue> ooc - allrighty

<@Sqiggly> OOC: Did anyone finish telling me about what a big, strong... arm is?

<@Rue> ooc - /me pats sqiggly "Don't worry about it"

<@Faelnon> OOC: Er... silence.

<@Sqiggly> OOC: oh... Okay.

<@Faelnon> OOC: I'm actually listening to the Buffy musical at the moment, but don't let that deter you.

<+Mihndrid> OOC XD

<@Faelnon> OOC: Life's a show, and we all play a part, and when the music starts...

<+Santhorpe> ooc: Shakespeare!

<@Faelnon> OOC: Life's a show, you don't get to rehearse, and every single verse, can make it that much worse.

<+Santhorpe> ooc: Well, buffy-shakespeare kinda stuff

<+Mihndrid> OOC Umm...yeah! XD

<@Faelnon> OOC: Oh shut it :P

<@Faelnon> OOC: Let me rest in peace. Let me rest in peace, let me get some sleep. Let me take my love and bury it in a hole six foot deep.

<@Faelnon> OOC: OH, sorry, you go ahead, Sonya.

<+Mihndrid> OOC What is with you and Buffy o.o;;

<@Faelnon> OOC: We're an item, why do you ask? XD

<@Rue> Ooc - That's Spike's song! Mmm...James Marsters...drl

<@Faelnon> OOC: My first use of 'XD'

<@Rue> ooc - Back to the Quest, then

<@Faelnon> OOC: Actually, there's a friend of mine who loves JM, then again, she's Austrailian, so go figure.

<+Mihndrid> OOC This is historic screenshots

<@Faelnon> OOC: She likes Wesley too.

[Waves at Dixiqueen, realises that she doesn’t come here, and stops waving -Shandor]

<@Faelnon> OOC: tapdance: Why'd ya run away. Don't you like my style? Why don't you come and play? I guarantee a really big smile. I come from the imagination, and I'm here strictly by your invocation.

<+Mihndrid> OOC I'm doing one verse a minute, so shmeep O.o

<@Faelnon> OOC: :D

[La la. I love that song.

And I’m here strictly by your, invocation,

So what d’ya say,

why don’t we dance a while?

I’m the how-to-swing,

How-to-twist and shout,

When you gotta sing,

When you gotta, let it out,

You call me

And I come a-running

I turn your music on,

I bring the fun in...

–Shandor]

רשת Mihndrid lets the tune fade a little and starts up the song, her voice amazingly loud and resounding compared to her size, "It was on the first of August, out of Amberway"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "Half a dozen horses and a wagon load of hay"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "There had been a party, hangovers galore"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "Our clerics were unconscious and our fighters saddle sore"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "There were dragons, dragons flying o'er the road”

רשת Mihndrid sings, "Wyverns all around us and behind us they all strode,"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "And there were orcs, orcs filling all the woods"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "They all jumped upon us because we were lawful goods"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "We were not discouraged, we were set to fight,"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "But we had drunk two gallons of the finest wine last night."

רשת Mihndrid sings, "Our ranger was dishevelled; our knight was the same,"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "And the elf who travelled with us was too drunk to know his name."

רשת Mihndrid sings, "The dragons got the horses, the orcs got even more,"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "And munching on our wagons was an ugly manticore"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "We finally woke our wizard, he would make them pay,"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "But he really pulled a boner when he mumbled spells that day"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "His fireball misfired; his lightning missed its mark,"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "And then the party found itself encased in total dark"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "He tried to polymorph them - that dirty, ancient louse,"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "We didn't think it funny when the elf became a mouse"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "Our fighters bravely battled out, but it was all for naught"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "For we had not the measure of the monsters that we fought"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "T’was our jester that finally saved us, for he could do no wrong"

רשת Mihndrid sings, "He really had them running when he belted out this song."

רשת Mihndrid finishes off with a few striking cords, bows slightly, and sits down again.

רשת Mihndrid gives him all a tired smile and lays the misshapen lute on the table.

רשת Foilae applauds twice as loudly, casting a quick spell to make some utensils clap as well.

<+Mihndrid> OOC The utensils? o.o;;;

רשת Faelnon says, 'That was well worth the wait. Your own work?'

<@Faelnon> OOC: um, forks 'n' such

<@Faelnon> OOC: I gave up on spelling about an hour or two ago

<+Mihndrid> OOC XD

[Ah, the good ol’ you-ten-sells. I know them wel. –Shandor]

03/07/27 20:34:41 08:34.14¯ רשת Mihndrid sings, "But he really pulled a boner when he mumbled spells that day"

03/07/27 20:34:46 that line could be soooo misinterpreted.

03/07/27 20:35:02 XD!!!

03/07/27 20:37:41 <_Rue> ol

03/07/27 20:37:43 <_Rue> lol*

רשת Foilae just follows.

<@Rue> ooc - in his cripple chair

<@Faelnon> OOC: I'm thinking it would've been nicer just to kill him

<@Faelnon> OOC: The original plot called for that, and then 'Death' to torment Faelnon in the form of Foilae, but I decided against that

<@Faelnon> OOC: Yes. We'll wait for you and recap on the funny song.

<@Rue> ooc - kay

<@Faelnon> make sure it is real five minutes

<@Faelnon> OOC: not Varadrion's five minutes

<@Rue> ooc - kay

<@Faelnon> OOC: back?

<@Rue> ooc - yessir

<@Faelnon> goodie

<+Mihndrid> OOC wb ^.^

<@Rue> ooc - Thank you

<@Faelnon> The group are sleeping peacefully. Well, most of the group...

<+Mihndrid> OOC IS sleeping peacefully....

<@Thor> [IS TIRED]

<+Mihndrid> OOC Hee. Hee. :)

רשת Faelnon looks at them and smiles inanely, before they go to strike him, his last words before he is knocked out sound suspiciously like 'Oh... bollox.'

<@Faelnon> Word quickly goes out, and before the group can say "I knew this was too could to be true because they are actually the evil people. I wonder do any of them suffer from pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis?" They are caught and thrown into one of the more solid looking buildings, the wooden door was actually just a cover, the guards pull it off, revealing solid steel bars, a cage.

<@Rue> ooc - lol

<+Mihndrid> OOC ...gimme another cookie o.o

רשת Thor gives Mihnny a cookie.

<+Mihndrid> OOC Yay! :D

And now: The Funniest Scene Ever Had On a ‘Quest’

<@Rue> ooc - Rue could always whore herself out again. "Hey Mr. Guard...You're a lonely man..."

<+Mihndrid> OOC XD Brilliant!

<@Faelnon> OOC: Go for it!

<@Rue> ooc - lmao

<@Foilae> OOC: He's serious 'n' all

רשת Rue smiles at Faelnon. "Remember the party?" she whispers. "I've got an idea...."

<+Mihndrid> OOC Oh god XD

רשת Faelnon looks at Rue, 'Oh dear... why not?'

רשת Rue stands up and strolls over near to where the guard stands. "Hey..." she whispers.

<@Faelnon> The guard looks at Rue.

<@Rue> ooc - I can see it now... Rue! The Biggest Whore In Tildruin!

רשת Mihndrid smacks her hand to her mouth to force the laughter back down her throat.

רשת Foilae holds his head in his hands.

<@Faelnon> OOC: :D

רשת Rue beckons him over with her finger, a coy smile on her face. "Mr. Guard...You're a lonely man, right?" she inquires, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.

<@Rue> ooc - Good God, here we go again.

<+Mihndrid> OOC Guard: I'm married, bitch.

<@Rue> ooc - lmao

<@Foilae> The male guard looks disgusted at Rue, 'I DO NOT, SWING THAT WAY.' He then looks at Faelnon curiously.

רשת Faelnon 's eyes go wide, he turns back to the group, 'Okay, scrap that plan, what else do we got?'

<@Rue> ooc - LMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<+Mihndrid> OOC Guard: !! slaps and removes helmet* I'M A WOMAN

<@Faelnon> OOC: look at the narration Mihnny :D

רשת Rue 's eyes also go wide as she nearly falls over. She practically runs away from the guard and plops herself on the ground in front of the rest of them, her face bright pink. "Soo...."

<+Mihndrid> OOC I know ;) grins

<@Faelnon> OOC: I believe that was about the best reaction ever.

רשת Mihndrid grins hysterically despite their current situation.

רשת Rue raises an eyebrow. "Hey Faelnon...you want to get out of here, right?"

<+Mihndrid> OOC Classic XD

רשת Faelnon says, 'This place is rather cosy...' He catches the guard's eye, 'But not in that way!'

רשת Foilae can't help but chuckle.

רשת Rue winks at Faelnon. "I've got another idea..."

<@Rue> ooc - Bwahahaha!

<@Rue> ooc - PhEaR Teh GoDdEsS!

<@Rue> ooc - Damn, I had a pretty funny line too

רשת Faelnon looks at Rue, 'Oh gods.'

<@Rue> ooc - :p

<@Faelnon> OOC: Go for it, I'll edit it in

רשת Rue laughs and leaps up again, walking over to the guard. "You know...my friend over there-" She points to Faelnon, "-said that he's rather...interested...He's just...shy, that's all. Maybe you should break the ice?"

<@Faelnon> OOC: LLLLLLLLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

mAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

<+Mihndrid> OOC ROTFLMFAO

<@Rue> ooc - PhEaR!!!

<@Faelnon> OOC: Oh gods, Iv've just worked out something, the bad guy at the end will be this scorned guard :D

<@Faelnon> The guard says, 'I do have my own tent...'

<@Rue> ooc - HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

רשת Faelnon has backed into the corner.

<+Mihndrid> OOC HAHAA!!!!!!!! GODS THIS IS HILARIOUS

רשת Rue winks at the guard. "Why don't you just...y'know. Take him in there? He's been lonely..." she says, frowning sympathetically.

<@Faelnon> The guard says to Faelnon, 'I would go to the end of the world for you...'

רשת Faelnon replies, 'Would you stay there, too?'

<@Rue> ooc - New Headline: Rue! Not The Only Whore In Tildruin

<@Faelnon> OOC: LMAO

רשת Mihndrid leans to the farther end of the cage to help cover up her insane grin.

<+Mihndrid> OOC XD!!

רשת Rue coughs loudly. "Faelnon, you're interested. Right? RIGHT?!??!"

רשת Faelnon is on the brink of having a heart-attack.

רשת Rue smiles. "See Mr. Guard? He likes you!"

רשת Faelnon says to Rue, 'Hey, you look a bit like a man.'

<@Faelnon> OOC: Now we are getting bitchy.

<@Rue> ooc - oooooh!

<@Faelnon> The guard then says, 'Is that a mirror in your pants? 'Cause I can see myself in them.'

<@Faelnon> OOC: there's a thread on a forum of lame-ass pickup lines, I just went and found it.

רשת Rue walks over to Faelnon and grabs his hand, whispering "Don't worry about a thing. I've got it covered. And...I'm willing to let that comment go if you do this." She then drags him over to the guard and says, "Well, aren't you going to take him to your tent?"

<+Mihndrid> OOC This is great.

רשת Faelnon breaks free of Rue and runs to the other end of the cage.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Take Thor, he's short, you can boss him about.'

<@Faelnon> The guard says, 'Whoops, I dropped my soap, could you bend over and pick it up?'

רשת Rue tilts her head sideways and looks at the guard. "You have big, strong...arms. You can carry him." She leans closer and whispers, "He likes that."

<@Rue> ooc - LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

<@Faelnon> OOC: omg, cant. breathe.

<+Mihndrid> OOC XD!!!!!!!!!

<+Mihndrid> OOC This is so damn funny XD

<@Faelnon> The guard asks, 'So... what's your sign?'

רשת Faelnon replies, 'Do Not Enter.'

רשת Rue leans even closer. "Gods, he's so sarcastic. Quick, open the cage. He won't be this willing for long..."

<+Mihndrid> OOC Rue's a pro.

<@Faelnon> OOC: She is like... Super-Whore.

רשת Foilae says, 'Faelnon is just shy because he doesn't know how it all works, you could show him...'

<@Rue> OoC - Rue gives everyone the finger

רשת Faelnon makes notes to kill each and everyone of these people.

רשת Rue nods to Foilae emphatically. "Exactly! Come on. Look at how cute he is!"

<@Rue> ooc - Is the guard ever gonna open the door?

רשת Faelnon 's brain has just shut down.

רשת Faelnon begins praying for a mircale, one that doesn't involve a male guard.

<@Faelnon> As if a prayer is answered, an arrow whizzes through the night sky and hits the guard in the chest. He gargles in sudden shock, and flails his arms as he slumps forward, onto the gate.

רשת Rue leans forward and grabs the keys "Yes!"

רשת Faelnon says, 'Thank you!' Before rushing forward.

<@Faelnon> OOC: Faelnon pierced his heart with an arrow, how poetic.

רשת Rue hands Faelnon the keys. "Want to do the honors, Faely?"

רשת Mihndrid strides forward after the others, the grin still plated onto her face.

רשת Faelnon says, 'Like never before,' he unlocks the gate quickly and kicks it open.

רשת Rue pats Faelnon on the shoulder. "I would've kicked his arse when he opened the gate, you know."

רשת Faelnon says, 'I don't believe you. At all.'

רשת Foilae grins evilly, 'You know, in this light, you do look rather dashing...'

רשת Rue laughs. "I would never let you get...um...harassed by a male guard."

רשת Mihndrid laughs, shaking her head, and hops out of the cage.

רשת Faelnon holds his hand up as he crosses to the tent, 'Don't even start, Foilae, not one word.'

רשת Rue grabs Faelnon's shoulder. "Wait!!!"

רשת Rue points to the guard. "Aren't you going to kiss him goodbye?"

<@Rue> ooc - Muahahaha

רשת Faelnon grits his teeth, 'Not one word.'

רשת Faelnon grins in spite of himself, 'Besides, I never kiss on the first date.'

רשת Rue laughs and claps him on the back before hurrying to get her weapon.

רשת Thor emerges from the tent with his axe, hammer and armour.

רשת Faelnon grabs his staff and looks about ready to whack the guard in the head with it.

רשת Rue comes out of the tent, her sword and bow in hand.

רשת Rue dons her Super-Whore outfit

<@Rue> ooc - Wait

<@Faelnon> OOC: lol

<@Rue> ooc - LOL

<+Mihndrid> OOC Super-Whore and Pansy Womanly Man are here to save the day!

<@Rue> ooc - lmao!

רשת Rue looks at everyone. "So we're running away now, correct?”

רשת Faelnon says, 'Run like a new Tarkna.'

רשת Foilae comments, 'Or roll.'

<@Rue> ooc - Hahaha, silly cripple.

<@Rue> ooc - Making fun of Foilae will never get old.

רשת Faelnon is ready to smack anyone tha tries to kiss him.

<@Rue> OoC - Even Rue? Lmao

<@Faelnon> OOC: He is scared of all lips now.

<@Rue> OoC - Or Mihnny?

<@Faelnon> OOC: It is a bit like your main character's phobia thingy.

<@Rue> OoC - Or Foilae? Bwhaahhaha

<@Rue> ooc - lmao

<@Foilae> OOC: He does look rather dashing...

<@Faelnon> OOC: Shut it

רשת Rue pauses and then looks at Faelnon. "Hey...who fired the arrow?"

רשת Faelnon looks at the wall, it appears just to be a light wood framework and some animal skins, 'I have no idea, but I thank them. They have no idea how much I would thank them if I met them.'

רשת Foilae says, 'You'd better hope it isn't another guy like that guard then.'

רשת Faelnon looks at Foilae, 'I can't believe there isn't a switch to make you shut up.'

רשת Rue laughs, "One who was even more attracted to you than that guy."

[You know, I’m going to ask that the ‘Quest’-master make the guard and Faelnon a couple, for spits and giggles. –Shandor]

03/07/27 21:24:44 oh dear, I'm getting woefully distracted by the faelnon buisness

03/07/27 21:24:59 9:24.10¯ רשת Faelnon squeezes through the small dwarf-ga

03/07/27 21:25:14 twice I wrote 'dwarf-gay'... I have no idea why.

03/07/27 21:25:26 ;)

03/07/27 21:26:20 <_Rue> lmao

03/07/27 21:26:32 <_Rue> "I DO NOT, SWING THAT WAY"

03/07/27 21:26:40 <_Rue> That was very awesome, I must hand it to you Colm.

03/07/27 21:27:05 :D

03/07/27 21:27:06 Thank you.

03/07/27 21:27:16 I just had to

03/07/27 21:28:25 ^.^

<@Rue> ooc - I'm making it my job to make some sort of cripple comment every time Foilae does something.

<@Faelnon> OOC: lmao

<+Mihndrid> OOC Lovely idea.

<@Faelnon> OOC: End it there? Or have Faelnon go to bed to be followed by the "dead" guard?

<@Rue> ooc - Dead Guard!

<+Mihndrid> OOC That was it?

<@Rue> ooc - Foilae looks around. Me: Haha! Cripple eyes.

<+Mihndrid> OOC The entire session was 2 hours of gay comments

<@Faelnon> The next morning, Faelnon rolls over in his bed. A blood-curdling scream goes out.

<@Faelnon> OOC: I know, fun, eh? :D

<+Mihndrid> OOC I am -so- skipping the next one O.o

<@Faelnon> OOC: I was thinking of throwing in some generic guards to fight

<@Faelnon> OOC: but I never even intended the gay thing

<@Rue> ooc -That was all my doing

<@Faelnon> OOC: It just... arose.

<@Faelnon> <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

<@DrCBVI> what is the next one?

<@Ashli> A Good Leader Needs..

<@Ashli> or something like that

<@DrCBVI> Oh yes

<@DrCBVI> that's a good'un

<+Mirar> you said this was a good one o.o;;

<@DrCBVI> I did?

<+Mirar> Yesh you did

<@DrCBVI> I thought I said this was one you wouldn't get for a month

<@Ashli> Yep

[Now, everyone, start wondering: by the not-getting it for a month, what exactly did he mean? Exactly why the guard chose Faelnon out of all the males there? –Sit down, bi-otch- Who can tell? –Shandor]

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