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Awkward encounters
After the party's brief venture into the show business, Slushie managed to recover well enough to venture into the depths of the cellar again. The owner's questions were very readily responded to by the dwarf's middle finger and before he could even recover from such a witty retort, the party was gone. Once again, the cellars were lit with light from their torches as the adventurers decided to go in with a little more care. It worked well and the next encounter was far better organised and the party received far less casualties. It seemed like our heroes were finally getting the hang out of this adventuring business. But then...
"What the hell is this?" Bashme stared puzzled in front of himself rather clueless on what to do next.
"Tis called a do' ye moron."
"A Do'?"
"He means a door," the druid sighed.
"So what now?"
.....
"Use et?"
"Oh shut up with using stuff already."
"Step aside luvs, let a pro magic wielder take care of things." The witch forced her way in front and began incantations. She murmured to herself for a while and then opened her eyes with a violent flash. As the light subsided, the party turned back to the door to witness Trickortreat's doing.
"Stylish. I love the balance between the colors and how it complements the dungeonish atmosphere of the walls," Slushie nodded. The door now changed color into a combination of black and red stripes and the witch admired her work with a satisfied grin. "But how does it open?"
"How the heck should I know? The colors just really irked me. I don't open doors, luv."
Canhasgold turned back and scrutinised the rest of the party with his typical pissed, impatient look. Suddenly and without warning, he grabbed the warrior next to him and flung the surprised man at he stone door with a deafening war cry. Bashme, completely shocked, didn't even manage to make a sound before crashing into the door face first, ramming through the decorative stone with a loud crash.
"And tha's how ye open a bloody do'."
Bashme stood up and waddled through the door frame and stopped right before the party. Swaying from side to side he spat at the dwarf's feet a sort of liquid that looked more like blood then saliva. "Dibs on the next door then." The Warrior grinned evily.
"Would you two stop trying to kill each other during crawls, PLEASE. We've enough to deal with without you two nut cases at each other's throat constantly!"
Growls were exchanged, but before any further harm could be done, Slushie in an attempt to turn the conversation away from such, led the way into the darkness. "I wonder what's in here," she stated going in, fast enough to put distance between her and the party, but slow enough for them to catch up on her, if they didn't waste any time arguing.
"Smells like shit," Chrt Jr growled.
"Please don't you start as well," SLushie sighed.
"No, seriously, she's right," the druid added.
"Can't everybody just stop complaining about the littlest things already? We're adventurers, we knew this wasn't going to be easy. But compla-"
"By Phex's burnin' buttocks, can't a guy even take a dump in peace?"
That... was none of the party members. The six looked at each other and ran around the corner, to find a very surprised Pirate siting on a lavatory. As soon as the poor guy saw them, he cursed and tried to run through the party and pull his pants up on the go, but unfortunately got stuck on Bashme's sword before he could reach the door. The warrior grinned as he wiped the blood off his sword with a strangely vindictive expression on his face. The rest of the party nodded in appraisal, but Slushie just stared at the wall with a startled look, blushing lightly.
".... It does smell like shit in here," she finally spoke
OOC Notes:
I'm sorry, I originally planned on something completely different being the focus of this update. But I'm so tired, I can't even see the screen. So here's a short, but true story about how I broke into an underground bathroom to startle a pirate. I almost feel sorry for the guy. If there's one place I would not want to be ambushed, it would be on the toilet.
After the party's brief venture into the show business, Slushie managed to recover well enough to venture into the depths of the cellar again. The owner's questions were very readily responded to by the dwarf's middle finger and before he could even recover from such a witty retort, the party was gone. Once again, the cellars were lit with light from their torches as the adventurers decided to go in with a little more care. It worked well and the next encounter was far better organised and the party received far less casualties. It seemed like our heroes were finally getting the hang out of this adventuring business. But then...
"What the hell is this?" Bashme stared puzzled in front of himself rather clueless on what to do next.
"Tis called a do' ye moron."
"A Do'?"
"He means a door," the druid sighed.
"So what now?"
.....
"Use et?"
"Oh shut up with using stuff already."
"Step aside luvs, let a pro magic wielder take care of things." The witch forced her way in front and began incantations. She murmured to herself for a while and then opened her eyes with a violent flash. As the light subsided, the party turned back to the door to witness Trickortreat's doing.
"Stylish. I love the balance between the colors and how it complements the dungeonish atmosphere of the walls," Slushie nodded. The door now changed color into a combination of black and red stripes and the witch admired her work with a satisfied grin. "But how does it open?"
"How the heck should I know? The colors just really irked me. I don't open doors, luv."
Canhasgold turned back and scrutinised the rest of the party with his typical pissed, impatient look. Suddenly and without warning, he grabbed the warrior next to him and flung the surprised man at he stone door with a deafening war cry. Bashme, completely shocked, didn't even manage to make a sound before crashing into the door face first, ramming through the decorative stone with a loud crash.
"And tha's how ye open a bloody do'."
Bashme stood up and waddled through the door frame and stopped right before the party. Swaying from side to side he spat at the dwarf's feet a sort of liquid that looked more like blood then saliva. "Dibs on the next door then." The Warrior grinned evily.
"Would you two stop trying to kill each other during crawls, PLEASE. We've enough to deal with without you two nut cases at each other's throat constantly!"
Growls were exchanged, but before any further harm could be done, Slushie in an attempt to turn the conversation away from such, led the way into the darkness. "I wonder what's in here," she stated going in, fast enough to put distance between her and the party, but slow enough for them to catch up on her, if they didn't waste any time arguing.
"Smells like shit," Chrt Jr growled.
"Please don't you start as well," SLushie sighed.
"No, seriously, she's right," the druid added.
"Can't everybody just stop complaining about the littlest things already? We're adventurers, we knew this wasn't going to be easy. But compla-"
"By Phex's burnin' buttocks, can't a guy even take a dump in peace?"
That... was none of the party members. The six looked at each other and ran around the corner, to find a very surprised Pirate siting on a lavatory. As soon as the poor guy saw them, he cursed and tried to run through the party and pull his pants up on the go, but unfortunately got stuck on Bashme's sword before he could reach the door. The warrior grinned as he wiped the blood off his sword with a strangely vindictive expression on his face. The rest of the party nodded in appraisal, but Slushie just stared at the wall with a startled look, blushing lightly.
".... It does smell like shit in here," she finally spoke
OOC Notes:
I'm sorry, I originally planned on something completely different being the focus of this update. But I'm so tired, I can't even see the screen. So here's a short, but true story about how I broke into an underground bathroom to startle a pirate. I almost feel sorry for the guy. If there's one place I would not want to be ambushed, it would be on the toilet.