Operation: Storyteller (Ended!)

IantheGecko · **Posted:** Sun Jul 23, 2006 8:16 pm

"I should get to bed like the man said," Marcus yawned, "I'll get a room at the Inn. See you in the morning, sir."

just a username · **Posted:** Mon Jul 24, 2006 10:33 am

"XANDER, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!!!" shouted Michael.

Sarge · **Posted:** Mon Jul 24, 2006 11:23 am

just a username wrote:

"XANDER, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!!!" shouted Michael. Michael then realised that the gas wasn't what the Drow told what it was.

<OOC: If that is okay with Sarge.>

The Zephyr Song · **Posted:** Tue Jul 25, 2006 1:22 am

"Aside from pawning the belongings of fellow party members," Acedia piped up after a brief silence, addressing Farnham (and taking a wild guess at what he was thinking, based on the expression on his face), "do you have any ideas for obtaining this outrageous sum?"

Sarge · **Posted:** Tue Jul 25, 2006 1:04 pm

The Zephyr Song wrote:

"Aside from pawning the belongings of fellow party members," Acedia piped up after a brief silence, addressing Farnham (and taking a wild guess at what he was thinking, based on the expression on his face), "do you have any ideas for obtaining this outrageous sum?"

Farnham said: "Well, we could sell Drek's special bow. That ought to be worth a bundle if he's willing to sell it."

The Zephyr Song · **Posted:** Tue Jul 25, 2006 3:52 pm

"If he's willing to sell it. That's a fairly massive 'if'," Acedia pointed out, shrugging slightly.

{}{}{: Yay for 1.5-sentence posts. Sweet Jebus I'm tired. x_X This is the last time I volunteer myself to help out with Orientation. I'll be recruited into helping next year, but I'll be secure in the knowledge that I can complain since I didn't volunteer.

Except, come next July, I'll have completely forgotten what it's like to be up at 10 til 6 AM. :}{}{}

tennessee10 · **Posted:** Tue Jul 25, 2006 5:31 pm

{}{}{Oh, and anyone can control the Pirate I'm about to fight}{}{}"Yarr." said the pirate. He pulled out his cutlass, and Tem yanked out his Talons. Time to battle.

IantheGecko · **Posted:** Tue Jul 25, 2006 5:34 pm

Marcus said goodbye to the Herbalist and stepped out of the shop. There was a fairly large Inn just down the street.

"Hello, sir. I'd like a room for the night, please. Name's Marcus Donaldson."

Sarge · **Posted:** Wed Jul 26, 2006 2:44 am

IantheGecko wrote:

Marcus said goodbye to the Herbalist and stepped out of the shop. There was a fairly large Inn just down the street.

"Hello, sir. I'd like a room for the night, please. Name's Marcus Donaldson."

The innkeeper looked down at a book and then back up at Marcus. He then said: "Sorry sir, no single beds left tonight, but we do have couple a twin-bed rooms available. They're two gold a night. Will that be acceptable, sir?"

IantheGecko · **Posted:** Wed Jul 26, 2006 8:31 pm

"Yessir. That sounds good." Marcus reached into the Holding Bag & gave the deskman the 2 Gold.

"Don't be scared of me, sir. I won't hurt you." The lizzardman grinned.

Sarge · **Posted:** Wed Jul 26, 2006 8:52 pm

IantheGecko wrote:

"Yessir. That sounds good." Marcus reached into the Holding Bag & gave the deskman the 2 Gold.

"Don't be scared of me, sir. I won't hurt you." The lizzardman grinned.

The clerk looked surprised: "Scared? Oh, no sir. We deal with all kinds here at this inn. You're not the first Lizzardman I've served." He reached under the counter and pulled up a set of keys. Handing them over he said: "Your room is room number seven. Sixth door on the left. Enjoy your stay with us."

IantheGecko · **Posted:** Wed Jul 26, 2006 9:12 pm

"Thank you, sir." Marcus smiled, took the keys, and went to his room.

[OOC: Does the room have one twin-bed or two?]

Sarge · **Posted:** Wed Jul 26, 2006 9:25 pm

IantheGecko wrote:

"Thank you, sir." Marcus smiled, took the keys, and went to his room.

[OOC: Does the room have one twin-bed or two?]

<GM's Note: One twin-bed>

IantheGecko · **Posted:** Wed Jul 26, 2006 9:27 pm

[OOC: Thanks, just clarifying.

]

Marcus closed the door, took off his boots and all his armor, and plopped down on the bed. He was tired, and it showed. His eyes were bloodshoot, with large grey circles underneath them. Marcus wanted nothing more to do than get some shuteye...

...but not without a little thievery first....

Marcus went outside of his room, and made sure no one was around. Then he locked the door, knocked on the door of a nearby room, and raised his sword carefuly.

"Room service!"

tennessee10 · **Posted:** Thu Jul 27, 2006 11:36 am

Just then, Tem's concience amplifier alarm made tem have to go over to a nearby seyonce speaker and talk to him."Marcus!" he said,"What do you think you're doing, stealing in cold blood! You aught to be ashamed of yourself!"

netzen · **Posted:** Thu Jul 27, 2006 2:31 pm

<Hey guys I'm back. Oh, and can Tem do that?>

Anamora and company entered the dining hall. It was a large chamber with oak tables that ran the length of the huge room. To the left there was a door to the kitchen, to the front and right there were other hallways like the one they came from. Prosper seated him self down and had a quick snack of scones, jam, and cherry cordil.

Sarge · **Posted:** Thu Jul 27, 2006 2:54 pm

netzen wrote:

<Hey guys I'm back. Oh, and can Tem do that?>

Anamora and company entered the dining hall. It was a large chamber with oak tables that ran the length of the huge room. To the left there was a door to the kitchen, to the front and right there were other hallways like the one they came from. Prosper seated him self down and had a quick snack of scones, jam, and cherry cordil.

<GM's Note: Tem's a disembodied entity stuck in one of the alternate planes of existance (namely, an adjunct of Limbo) right now, so he can see anyone he wants, but not interact with them. So, Marcus can't hear him.>

Meanwhile, back at the clearing:
A standoff had ensued after the Drow with the glass flask had threated to kill everyone by dropping it. Maxwell had been trying to negotiate a way out of the crisis, but the Drow had stood firm. Finally, Maxwell decided that the only way out was to let the Drow think he could escape, and then capture him later.
Maxwell said: "Alright, fine. You win. We'll back away slowly and you can run away. Just don't drop that flask."
The Drow said: "It's been a pleasure. I'll be back later to finish the lot of you off." With that, the Drow turned to run. As he did, the flask disappeared into one of his pockets.
Maxwell turned to Drek and cried "NOW!" He hoped Drek was good at hitting moving targets with that bow of his.

Exhibit A · **Posted:** Thu Jul 27, 2006 3:10 pm

Hearing Maxwell's shout, Drek quickly puled back on his bow and fired. The arrow flew and struck the escaping Drow in the leg. The Drow fell, clutching at his wound.

The Noid · **Posted:** Thu Jul 27, 2006 4:52 pm

"Hey! You took my kill!" Xander grumpily yelled at Drek.

IantheGecko · **Posted:** Thu Jul 27, 2006 5:13 pm

tennessee10 wrote:

Just then, Tem's concience amplifier alarm made tem have to go over to a nearby seyonce speaker and talk to him."Marcus!" he said,"What do you think you're doing, stealing in cold blood! You aught to be ashamed of yourself!"

Marcus was caught red-handed.

"Oh! M-m-m-Mister Tem! I didn't see you there. I guess I should go back to my room & get some sleep like the Herb Man said."

tennessee10 · **Posted:** Thu Jul 27, 2006 5:42 pm

"I'm not even actually here!"spat Concience Tem."I just implanted the part of my personality that scorns you when I said 'amplified your conience'. And I thought even you could figure it out."<oh, and I'm not in limbo. I ascended into the afterlife, namely a Valhalla ripoff. As soon as michael turns off the antimagic shell, I'll be back in. And on a side note, that drow with the glass ISN'T A FREAKING SPELLCASTER!! HE'S A PSION!!!ARRRGBLBLBLBLBLBLBL!>

IantheGecko · **Posted:** Thu Jul 27, 2006 5:45 pm

"I understand."

Marcus went back to his bed & got under the covers.

"Night, Tem. Don't let me have any bad dreams, OK?"

netzen · **Posted:** Fri Jul 28, 2006 12:08 am

After his snack, Prosper was hurridly led to the throne room. In front of the large, ornate, double doors in the dimmly lit halway, startling when compared to the brightness of the other halls, they paused as one of the gaurds went in to announce their pressence.

Sarge · **Posted:** Fri Jul 28, 2006 12:57 am

Anamora led Prosper through the doors, saying "Allow me to introduce Titos Ske, Lord Chamberlain to His Majesty The Emperor. He will prepare you for you meeting with The Emperor. There are protocols to be observed, and he will instruct you in them."
Prosper saw a very tall elven man with a long silver-white beard in long flowing silver robes and a odd-shaped golden flat-brimed hat. He was standing with his arms crossed, looking down at Prosper. He spoke, with a heavily accented voice: "We have been expecting you, Anamora. Is this human child the one His Majesty is expecting? Prosper of Skare Brae, yes?"
Anamora spoke in quick Elvish to the Chamberlain, who responded in kind. the had a short conversation in Elvish.

The Chamberlain turned to Prosper and said: "Anamora has explained to me that you are not versed in courtly etiquite. Well, we don't have much time, but I shall give you the basics very quickly. When you see His Majesty, you are not to speak unless spoken to. Unlike Human kings, one does not bow in the presence of Elven royalty: One looks them in the eye. This is true for all the members of the Royal Family. You are not to touch the hilt of your sword: That is a honor reserved for the Knights and for the High-Born. If you must move your sword incidentally or for comfort reasons, move it by the blade or by the sheath, not the hilt.
For your sake, the Emperor has commanded that this audience be conducted in the humans' language, so you won't have to try understanding elvish noble titles this day.
The Emperor is to be formally addressed as 'Your Majesty'. Since you are a guest in this land and not a subject or the His Majesty's crown, it is permissible that your address His Majesty as 'Emperor' instead of 'My Lord Emperor' since we acknowledge that you owe your filial alliance to your human king. The Queen is similarly addressed as 'Your Majesty' or 'Empress', while The Crown Prince is referred to as 'Your Royal Highness' or as 'Prince Quilanth'. Other nobility may be simply referred to as 'My Lord' or by the human equivalent of their noble title. Finally, you are not sit in the royal presence, no matter how long the audience lasts, unless His Majesty commands you to sit. Do you understand all of this?"

buhubs · **Posted:** Fri Jul 28, 2006 1:04 am

Glen Shisman (human) was a door to door taxman, he sold looms but had been basically running down on business, So he had moved to this fineland for he had an assingment: get the people here to pay their taxes, they're slackin' off, or so he thought, while moving by horse it was late at night and Glen thought to himself "Late night taxes? why not" so he got off the horse and paid the driver 2 silver coins. He proceeded to a house and knocked on the door to the tune of "Schubert's unfinished"
He shouted "Is anybody home?" and continued to wait.

Sarge · **Posted:** Fri Jul 28, 2006 1:28 am

buhubs wrote:

Glen Shisman was a door to door salesman, he sold looms but had been basically running down on business so he moved to this fine land for he had insider information that the people liked looms, or so he thought, while moving by horse it was late at night and Glen thought to himself "Why not make a first sale?" so he got off the horse and paid the driver 2 silver coins. He proceeded to a house and knocked on the door to the tune of "Schubert's unfinished"
He shouted "Is anybody home?" and continued to wait.

<GM's Note: Um, no. No such thing as a door-to-door salesman in this world. Door-to-door protection racket? Sure. Door-to-door bringing-out-the-dead service during times of plauge? Yeah. Door-to-door tax collection? You bet your asp there is.
Private shops and public markets are the places where people buy things, not door-to-door. You're only about 500 years too early.
Oh, and you didn't specify a race (Human, Elvish, Half-elf, Gnomish, Dwarven, Lizzardman, Insert-new-race-here) so I'm just gonna assume you're human. Try that again unless you wanna say you're the world first door-to-door loom salesman.> :mrgreen:

buhubs · **Posted:** Fri Jul 28, 2006 1:37 am

<I fixed it, anyways onward, I sell looms at my shop on the side>
Glen was 2 knocks away from using both fists, he just wanted to know if people were available for taxing

Sarge · **Posted:** Fri Jul 28, 2006 1:42 am

A voice think with a northern accent came from beyond the door: "Why be thee a-knocking, knocking, knocking upon upon me cellar door? We not be open yet! Get ye away!"

buhubs · **Posted:** Fri Jul 28, 2006 1:46 am

Glen was so annoyed by the accent that he could not bear to hear it again but he said "I'm here collecting taxes, can I please speak to the um..treasurer"

Sarge · **Posted:** Fri Jul 28, 2006 2:06 am

buhubs wrote:

Glen was so annoyed by the accent that he could not bear to hear it again but he said "I'm here collecting taxes, can I please speak to the um..treasurer"

The door creeked open, and an old man peered out. "Tax collector, eh? Let's see ye badge of office. I'll not be handing over me taxes to anyone but a duly certified officer of... hum.. yes, that's a nice shiny badge ye have there. Fine, fine, fine. How much does I owe?"

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