Skarkill
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Post by Skarkill on Dec 25, 2003 18:46:08 GMT
<Putting on a bravdo Frount>
"Arrr Its just been the water fall."
"Lets head Back to the clearing. Its nearly lunch time. I have some sanreys and Sly I trust has a little Light thirst quenshing refreshments."
<Under his breath>
"You didn't anserw my question Sly DO YOU OR DO YOU NOT STILL HAVE YOUR HALF OF THE BRAINWASH POTION?"
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Post by Sylvester Hands on Dec 26, 2003 13:04:15 GMT
Brainwash poti- oh dear, I must 'ave dropped in in the water.
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Skarkill
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The Forum's Resident Goblin Master
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Post by Skarkill on Dec 26, 2003 13:30:50 GMT
"YOU STUPIED IDIOT." "WELL THAT PUTS PAY TO THAT SCEEM. COME ON WE HAD BETTER HEAD BACK TO TOWN." *To Ursular* "Much A Bliged for the help miss. But I am affirad Me and Sly are going to have to head off." *Skarkill turns to levee but has an after thought.* <To Himself> "Can't alow her to report me or Sly to the athorites." *Skarkill takes a small bottle & a Sandwich out of his jaket. He emtys the contence of the small bottle on to the sandwich.* <To Ursula> "Here you are miss, I know its not much but pleses accept this as mine and Slys Thanks." *He holds out the sandwich and Ursula takes it.* "Enjoy." *Skarkill and Hands make a hasty retreet out of the forrest and arrive in the market place.* [ModNote: Link added.]
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Post by Ursula on Dec 27, 2003 23:43:16 GMT
(OOC: Sorry, been away over Xmas!) *Ursula watches Skarkill and Sly leave with a mix of bemusement and suspicion. She sniffs the sandwich carefully* Hmmmmmm... I wonder...*She takes a bite, chews it, then grimaces and spits it out* Thought so. Ah well. *Throwing the rest of the sandwich aside, she strides off in the direction she's sure she heard crying coming from...* [ModNote: Tzigane, the source of the crying, is next heard from in Room 2.]
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Post by Tom Troughton on Dec 28, 2003 2:40:39 GMT
*Ursula can find notheing. And decides to head back to contiue her meditaion, When she notices a Recorder laying on a stone. She gose to investigate and Picks up the recorder.*
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Post by Ursula on Dec 28, 2003 2:53:26 GMT
*Ursula examines the recorder curiously*
I wonder where this came from... neither of those two dropped it... and I haven't seen anyone else around. Strange...
*She looks about the area, searching for any sign of another person*
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Post by Tom Troughton on Dec 28, 2003 2:56:13 GMT
"Thank You"
*The Voice Startals Ursula, But it is not a thretning voice, She turns round to see a arm apper out of thin air and grasp the recorder.*
"I was woundering were This had gone."
[ModNote: Because of overenthusiastic posting by Tom Troughton across multiple threads, the character is in two places at once: in the forest and elsewhere with other characters. This resolves itself eventually. Read on regardless! ~YG]
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Post by Ursula on Dec 28, 2003 3:10:37 GMT
*Ursula releases the recorder and takes a step back, mystified at how she didn't hear or smell him*
You are welcome, sir. Who are you?
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Post by Tom Troughton on Dec 28, 2003 3:15:41 GMT
*The rest of the Body now appers, Befor her sits a man in a coat that is a size to big and green and blue chekerd trousers. He has a mop of brown hair that is quite scruffy and twinkeling Brown eyes, He looks like either an Imp or Leprecorn but is a size to big for either.*
"I am comonerly referd to as Tom Troughton, a wandering Musican and Hobo Magican. Speeking of Music."
*He starts to play Twinkle Twinkle Little star but the recorder is out of key. He looks sourly at it.*
"You haven't been trying to play this have you?"
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Post by Ursula on Dec 28, 2003 3:17:55 GMT
*Ursula shakes her head in response*
No, I only just found it when you appeared. Maybe some dirt got into it while it was lying on the ground. My name is Ursula, I'm a healer and herbalist by trade.
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Post by Tom Troughton on Dec 28, 2003 12:32:40 GMT
*Fiddling with the recorder.*
" Delighted to meet you my dear."
*He takes a closer look at Ursula.*
"Forgive me for being intrusive my dear but would I be right in assumeing Ursula. That you are what is commonley referd to as a Werecreatuer?"
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Post by Ursula on Dec 29, 2003 1:11:36 GMT
*Ursula looks faintly surprised, then nods.*
Yes, I am a Gurahl, what you would call a werebear. But you may rest assured that the folktales about werecreatures are mostly false, my kind does no harm to those who do no harm themselves. We are pledged to heal and protect the land and all its creatures, including humans, from those who would threaten them.
But I ask you to keep my nature a secret... most people would not react well to it.
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Post by Tom Troughton on Dec 29, 2003 1:20:07 GMT
"I Thought so. Oh don't worry yourself I know all about Your race. I have met many and have always found them to be charming & hounrable creatures. With the odd exeption."
*Notices Ursula lookind slightly puzzaled.*
"What is on your mind? You look at me as though I am some sort of Puzzal."
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Post by Ursula on Dec 29, 2003 1:32:06 GMT
Well, for one thing you appeared out of thin air. That's surprising enough in itself, but you also knew I was a werecreature without even needing a spell...
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Post by Tom Troughton on Dec 29, 2003 1:35:31 GMT
"I didn't egxactly apper out of thin air. Well Not, Not as such I had been in the forrest for at lest 1hour befor I met you and I'd been watching you for at least 15 minuets, while I serched for my recorder."
"As for knowing you were a werecreatuer, It comes naturaly to some one of my race you can spot what race a person belongs to."
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