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Tonight's Episode: O wad some Pow'r the Giftie gie us
"Hey guys!" came the excited voice of Ilvarn as he came running back into camp. "Guess what I found when looking through my inventory!"
"A *useful* spellbook?" queried Borlech as he continued his hour long attempt to stuff an enchanted halberd of defense into his knapsack.
"Sense of humour: U has it!" came the retort from Cheezburger, entering the clearing as well.
"No, seriously, guys! Look!" At this, Ilvarn opened his inventory menu...and after navigating several pages, he found what he was looking for. "See that!"
"You mean the word 'Gift?'" asked Chandra raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah! The word 'Gift!'" said Ilvarn.
"Yes," said Chandra, raising her other eyebrow, "It says 'gift.'"
"I didn't know you could give gifts in this game!"
"Yes, Ilvarn," Chandra sighed, more out of frustration that she had exhausted the use of both eyebrows and lacked a third to raise in response to Ilvarn's latest display of ignorance over the world's interface.
"So, I could give gifts to people?"
"Yes, Ilvarn. You could give gifts to people," concurred Chandra patiently. "Remember when I gave Borlech the painting titled 'Dark Elf Beheading Afternoon' or Karg that jewel encrusted scabard. Or that rare book I gave to you? It helps to raise the morale of the party."
"Oh, so you just go into your inventory menu to do that?"
"Inventory menu, my good eye!" shouted Borlech, "I can't get this blasted halberd into my pack!"
"Karg explained before, you must sell inventory before you can acquire new inventory," offered the barbarian.
"But why not just let me DROP the blasted shop-trash so I can pick up the good stuff! I don't want to exit to the map and find a shop!"
"Karg told you not to always click 'Take All.'"
Borlech grumbled.
"So, I could give you guys gifts?" asked an excited Ilvarn.
"Wellllll...you might want to be careful about that Ilvarn." cautioned Chandra.
"How so?"
"Well...you know how not EVERY choice in the dialogue tree lists HOW you say things?"
"Oh, you mean like the time I selected 'I got your healing poultice right here, pal!' and the shopkeeper became angry."
"Exactly. It did not convey your true intent to the shopkeeper because it was actually a rude remark."
"I thought it a wee bit droll meself," muttered Borlech finally taking the enchanted halberd from his pack.
"Same with gifts, Ilvarn. You might send, erm...the wrong message to the recipient."
"Message?"
"Like, say, that you want to be more than just 'friends.'"
"You mean like super BEST friends?"
"Sure, Ilvarn...super best friends. Super best friends...just with new dialogue options."
"Well, I want to give you guys gifts! Since you're my super best friends."
"Karg winces at your explanations, Chandra," mumbled the barbarian.
"Here, Karg! I have a Fuzzy Blanket +5 just for you!" rejoiced Ilvarn.
"A...fuzzy blanket?"
"Sure, like the one you told me about in the tavern that time. After you drank the house's 'special brew.' You said you missed your little blankie you had when you were a kid."
"Karg slept with a blankie!" joined in Borlech, momentarily forgetting his halberd conundrum.
"Oh, and this is for you, Borlech! A new tunic to cover your mail. I know your last tunic was ruined when you had your...accident...when that golem jumped out at us last week."
For one of the few times on this quest, Borlech was without a retort.
"Can I perhaps...choose my gift, Ilvarn," said a concerned Chandra.
"Then I wouldn't be a gift, would it? Here, it's a frilly pink bonnet," said Ilvarn placing the hat upon Chandra's closely cropped hair.
"A frilly. Pink. Bonnet." said Chandra slowly.
"Well, yeah. I mean, you're a girl, right? And girls like pink, frilly things. So, pink frilly hat! Voila!"
Even if she were a beholder, Chandra would not possess enough eyebrows to raise at that statement.
"So, is everyone's morale increased?" asked Ilvarn merrily.
General mumbles of assent and forced smiles greeted his question.
"Then shall we go questing?" asked Ilvarn picking up his spellbook and his cat.
"Yes. Yes we shall," said Chandra as she removed her headgear. But, upon seeing Ilvarn's dejected countenance, she placed her pink, frilly bonnet back on her head. She pulled it low to her eyes, and placed her helm over top...leaving bits of lace dangling from below the shiny steel helm. "Let's go kill something!" and off she trotted, lacey white ribbons trailing her head in the breeze.
"I'm good!" said Borlech, who had decided to simply equip the lengthy halberd in lieu of packing it in his inventory.
"Karg thinks you will trip and skewer yourself with that," grunted the barbarian.
"It be worth a lot of gold, lad..." said Borlech, as he momentarily considered impalement. He then shrugged off the concern.
"Hey, Borlech, I have a question..."
"Ya, Ilvarn."
"The painting Chandra gave you?"
"Aye?"
"Where did you hang it? I mean, there are no walls here?"
They both looked around base camp.
"Ye know, lad, I have no idea..."
"Hey guys!" came the excited voice of Ilvarn as he came running back into camp. "Guess what I found when looking through my inventory!"
"A *useful* spellbook?" queried Borlech as he continued his hour long attempt to stuff an enchanted halberd of defense into his knapsack.
"Sense of humour: U has it!" came the retort from Cheezburger, entering the clearing as well.
"No, seriously, guys! Look!" At this, Ilvarn opened his inventory menu...and after navigating several pages, he found what he was looking for. "See that!"
"You mean the word 'Gift?'" asked Chandra raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah! The word 'Gift!'" said Ilvarn.
"Yes," said Chandra, raising her other eyebrow, "It says 'gift.'"
"I didn't know you could give gifts in this game!"
"Yes, Ilvarn," Chandra sighed, more out of frustration that she had exhausted the use of both eyebrows and lacked a third to raise in response to Ilvarn's latest display of ignorance over the world's interface.
"So, I could give gifts to people?"
"Yes, Ilvarn. You could give gifts to people," concurred Chandra patiently. "Remember when I gave Borlech the painting titled 'Dark Elf Beheading Afternoon' or Karg that jewel encrusted scabard. Or that rare book I gave to you? It helps to raise the morale of the party."
"Oh, so you just go into your inventory menu to do that?"
"Inventory menu, my good eye!" shouted Borlech, "I can't get this blasted halberd into my pack!"
"Karg explained before, you must sell inventory before you can acquire new inventory," offered the barbarian.
"But why not just let me DROP the blasted shop-trash so I can pick up the good stuff! I don't want to exit to the map and find a shop!"
"Karg told you not to always click 'Take All.'"
Borlech grumbled.
"So, I could give you guys gifts?" asked an excited Ilvarn.
"Wellllll...you might want to be careful about that Ilvarn." cautioned Chandra.
"How so?"
"Well...you know how not EVERY choice in the dialogue tree lists HOW you say things?"
"Oh, you mean like the time I selected 'I got your healing poultice right here, pal!' and the shopkeeper became angry."
"Exactly. It did not convey your true intent to the shopkeeper because it was actually a rude remark."
"I thought it a wee bit droll meself," muttered Borlech finally taking the enchanted halberd from his pack.
"Same with gifts, Ilvarn. You might send, erm...the wrong message to the recipient."
"Message?"
"Like, say, that you want to be more than just 'friends.'"
"You mean like super BEST friends?"
"Sure, Ilvarn...super best friends. Super best friends...just with new dialogue options."
"Well, I want to give you guys gifts! Since you're my super best friends."
"Karg winces at your explanations, Chandra," mumbled the barbarian.
"Here, Karg! I have a Fuzzy Blanket +5 just for you!" rejoiced Ilvarn.
"A...fuzzy blanket?"
"Sure, like the one you told me about in the tavern that time. After you drank the house's 'special brew.' You said you missed your little blankie you had when you were a kid."
"Karg slept with a blankie!" joined in Borlech, momentarily forgetting his halberd conundrum.
"Oh, and this is for you, Borlech! A new tunic to cover your mail. I know your last tunic was ruined when you had your...accident...when that golem jumped out at us last week."
For one of the few times on this quest, Borlech was without a retort.
"Can I perhaps...choose my gift, Ilvarn," said a concerned Chandra.
"Then I wouldn't be a gift, would it? Here, it's a frilly pink bonnet," said Ilvarn placing the hat upon Chandra's closely cropped hair.
"A frilly. Pink. Bonnet." said Chandra slowly.
"Well, yeah. I mean, you're a girl, right? And girls like pink, frilly things. So, pink frilly hat! Voila!"
Even if she were a beholder, Chandra would not possess enough eyebrows to raise at that statement.
"So, is everyone's morale increased?" asked Ilvarn merrily.
General mumbles of assent and forced smiles greeted his question.
"Then shall we go questing?" asked Ilvarn picking up his spellbook and his cat.
"Yes. Yes we shall," said Chandra as she removed her headgear. But, upon seeing Ilvarn's dejected countenance, she placed her pink, frilly bonnet back on her head. She pulled it low to her eyes, and placed her helm over top...leaving bits of lace dangling from below the shiny steel helm. "Let's go kill something!" and off she trotted, lacey white ribbons trailing her head in the breeze.
"I'm good!" said Borlech, who had decided to simply equip the lengthy halberd in lieu of packing it in his inventory.
"Karg thinks you will trip and skewer yourself with that," grunted the barbarian.
"It be worth a lot of gold, lad..." said Borlech, as he momentarily considered impalement. He then shrugged off the concern.
"Hey, Borlech, I have a question..."
"Ya, Ilvarn."
"The painting Chandra gave you?"
"Aye?"
"Where did you hang it? I mean, there are no walls here?"
They both looked around base camp.
"Ye know, lad, I have no idea..."