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Post by Midnight on Jul 23, 2004 19:54:46 GMT
*Midnight instantly reconises the signs of being drunk and is amused by Mog being in that state.*
Mog have you ever drank alcohol?
*Midnight takes a sip of the drink given to Mog and almost chokes on the strength of it.*
*Thinks* Whisky!!!! No wonder shes drunk.
*Slowly moves the drink away from Mog.*
I don't think you need any more of that. Unless you want a very bad headache in the morning.
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Post by Madmogsue on Jul 23, 2004 20:05:49 GMT
'hic'.... whu... whau.... whut... what's.... alc....alcu... alo.... alco.....hul.....hole...??...'hic'....
heeehee... 'hic' *doink*
*the moogle falls over backwards and passes out...*
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Post by Midnight on Jul 23, 2004 20:44:47 GMT
*Midnight quickly gets up and picks Mog up. Placing Mog gently on a chair and then sits down again. Suddenly Midnight hears a quiet clanking noise that gets louder and louder with each passing moment.*
What in the world is that noise?
*The door to the Crazed Heifer then bursts open.......*
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Post by FrightKnight on Jul 25, 2004 15:40:13 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from The room of little knowledge.] Greetings all. Hope you don't mind if there's a bit of killing shortly. I hope it won't be too messy. Hey, maybe if you (*FK gestures in the general direction of Midnight and Madmogsue*) are so willing, maybe killing won't be necessary. Just a bit of capturing, a bit of taking you to Marblehead, a bit of imprisonment, and a bit of a meeting with Lord Fear perhaps. Now, if you'll just be kind enough, there should be a few goblins here...ah yes. Come in, goblins. Smelly fellows aren't they? Not to worry. Now to strike...
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Post by George the Goblin on Jul 25, 2004 16:13:18 GMT
*The highly ranked and admirable (well, admirable to another goblin at least) goblin, known to others as *Swampbreath* but officially known as George, enters the Crazed Heifer to the consternation of others, not least Midnight.*
*George raises his right arm, the one that wields a club (with a lovingly made bent nail stuck in it) as a sign to let others in. Today should be interesting.*
*Quickly, George and FrightKnight aren't alone. There's also 'Smellyfeet', 'Dog'sbottom' and 'UglygoblinIII'*
(*OOC: Incidentally, this is really a bit-part character, and probably not a permament fixture. So don't bludgeon me, moderators!* FK)
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Post by Midnight on Jul 25, 2004 20:01:01 GMT
*Midnight's nose twitches at the smell of the goblins.*
*Thinks* Oh lovely just what we needed some goblins and a..a...monster.*
*Quickly Midnight slides the chair that Mog is resting on under the table hoping that, that will keep her safe for a while at least.*
I'm not going any where near Lord Fear or be taken to him willingly. So I guess your just going to have to kill me or force me there.
*Thinks* 5 to 2. Brilliant odds. How the hell am I going to get us out of this one?
*Midnight then realises that all has gone quiet in the pub with everyones attention focused on the two parties. Standing up she gets ready to fight First she throws the glass of whisky in the face of one of the goblins and then quicky gets her dagger>*
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Post by George the Goblin on Jul 26, 2004 15:08:46 GMT
*George staggers back at being hit with some whisky, and recoils before anything else hits him. He is also slightly worried that this other being carries a weapon. George retreats a little behind FK*
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Post by FrightKnight on Jul 26, 2004 15:16:46 GMT
*FK clears his throat*
Is that the best you can do in terms of resistance. Now, far be it from me to indulge in a spot of gloating- that's Lord Fear's job- but really. Just make it easier for yourself, don't try any funny stuff and let these goblins take you to Marblehead.
*FK slowly advances, as meanwhile Grippa and Rhark stand just outside, the Heifer being a touch cramped at this moment to allow everybody in.*
It's skull-whacking time.
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Post by Midnight on Jul 26, 2004 17:11:53 GMT
*Midnight smiles as a thought goes through her head. A quote told to her by a once dear friend.*
*Thinks* Never show them your strength until you have to. Let them under estimate you then when they think they have the upper hand go for the kill.
*Seeing the goblin called George stand back she decides that the monster (FK)as she thinks of him is best dealt with first. She slowly moves from behind the table and advances on him. When she's closer she realises that he's metal.*
*Thinks* Metal... metal the rust spell!!!!. That would sort him out... but what if we were to be captured by the goblins. No I'll keep that spell for another time when I'm sure it will come in more handy.
*Darting behind the next table she decides upon another plan of action. Quickly picking up the table and using it as a ram and shield she runs at FK muttering to herself.*
The bigger they are the harder they fall... I hope.
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Post by FrightKnight on Jul 26, 2004 22:11:37 GMT
*[glow=green,2,300]Clang![/glow]*
*FK stumbles backwards, into the pile of goblins behind, startkled by the surprise attack, but the blow is cushioned thanks to landing on the goblins. However, one of them is knocked out, and the others scarper in terror. FK is nonetheless dazed, but a little more cheesed off...*
Oh, come back you idiot goblins! You're supposed to be brave and foolhardy, not cowering away at the first sight of aggression! Oh, this won't do at all...
*FK unleashes his sword*
I was supposed to capture you, but you've given me no choice. Time to die, erm....well, I guess I never knew your name...ah well, such is life. Or death, in your case.
*FK hesitates a little, getting the correct moves in order mentally...a-ho, ha-ha, guard, turn, parry, duck, spin, thrust...*
Alright, here goes...
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Post by Midnight on Jul 27, 2004 10:47:17 GMT
*Midnight watches as the monster stumbles and the goblins run away.
*Thinks* Well at least that makes it a bit easier not the way I would of hoped mind but you cant have everything your own way.
*She gets ready for the monster's attack but hoping to distract him she says...*
Oh my name is Midnight and you are?
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Post by Young Grimwold on Jul 27, 2004 11:33:48 GMT
[OOC: Guest goblins are fine with me, FK. Hope you're having fun!] *The staff of the Crazed Heifer have kept quiet during this confrontation. The piper, in the middle of a song called 'Blueberry Hill', falls silent.* *Owen recognises the FrightKnight - he drank in the tavern some time ago with an ogre, a hobgoblin and a samurai - but annoyingly, he's not behaving himself this time. Owen has no desire to rankle a servant of the Opposition, as he knows how fragile the balance of power can be in Wolfenden; yet, he has a job to do.* Owen: Don't forget: we also serve drinks.
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Post by FrightKnight on Jul 27, 2004 15:57:31 GMT
Oh. for crying out loud, now you've put me off. I suppose a quick bit of refreshment before killing will soothe this headache I've got now...
*FK watches Midnight closely as he moves around, still blocking the exit, to cautiously take a drink*
This drink had better taste good, barkeeper, or you'll be going with Midday. Or whoever you were.
*FK puts the drink up to his lips (OOC: If he has any, that is!), and takes a huge gulp...*
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Post by Midnight on Jul 27, 2004 17:59:36 GMT
*Midnight watches FK just as closely as he watches her.*
My name is Midnight!*she emphasizes the night part* and you are??
*She then slowly advances upon him only taking a couple of steps.*
*Thinks* Can he drink with him being metal?? I wonder what the effects are???
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Post by FrightKnight on Jul 27, 2004 23:57:36 GMT
*FK drinks casually, then discovers that the drink is in fact whisky*
Oh, my word! *FK splutters* This is really strong!
I like it. I think I'll have some more. Er, Midnight, don't try anything stupid. I'm keeping my eye on you. Both of them, actually.
*A couple of drinks later*
You know what, Mid-de-dee? I can't remember why I held a grudge against you in the first place. Must've been SOMETHING...
Anyhoo, might as well get onto it. *FK staggers up*
Grippa! Rhark! You don't need to get involved in thish. I can take them both. You too, concushed goblin.
*FK checks his vision* Since when were there two Mid-afternoons?
*FK wildly lunges forward, missing Midnight by a couple of feet. By random chance though, one of these blows is surely going to make contact...soon...*
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