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Cards Reshuffled 254 – Portents
Interpreting the signs in the world around us isn’t necessarily an easy task. At times, we may see things clearly enough, and yet lack that crucial bit of information that would have let us understand the meaning of what we see.
Excerpt from ‘Ruminations Of A Master Bard’
“Look, my darling dearest, we’re getting visitors!”
Nalia looked up from the book she was reading, placed a thin leather bookmark inside it, and then closed it. “Neophyte Necromancer” it was called, and she was making quite a lot of progress recently. Certainly she had moved far beyond ‘Necromancy For Dummies’. Why, even this morning she had summoned up a whole host of skeletons in the dungeons, and they were currently quite busy performing an energetic dance in the great hall. Not that she needed them to do so, but it was a matter of perfecting her control over them.
Now, she leaned back against the chest of her darling mate, entwined her fingers in his soft, brown hair, and kissed his tattooed face. “What does it matter, Xzar, my darling, as long as we have each other?” she asked. “Anyway, how do you know?”
The necromancer’s eyes lit up, and he started kissing his way energetically up her pale arm, her black sleeve sliding back as he did so. “Saw them…” * kiss * “In the mirror…” * kiss * “…coming up the road…” * kiss * “…to visit us. The rabbits haven’t stopped them…” * kiss * “…and the dancing green goblins in the kitchen want to put on a feast.” * kiss * “Shall we serve them some nice liver, with chianti and some fava beans, my dulcimer darling?”
“But we couldn’t possibly,” Nalia protested. “Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.” She turned and looked into the mirror that Xzar was pointing at, a new one that he had acquired only recently. In it, she could see a clear vision of the road leading up to the Keep, complete with the poisoned thorns and wailing wraiths. A small group of people were walking along it, and she recognized them clearly. “Oh Xzar!” she happily exclaimed. “It’s our dear friends, after such a long time! And look, they’ve brought somebody else along with them, I don’t recognize him.”
“He’s not a rabbit dealer is he? If he is, I’ll ask Monty to bring out the flaming pitch.”
“I don’t think so. Actually, he looks more like a…”
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“…ranger?” Jan asked. “I mean, think of it, you could have been a mage and all, right?”
“I. Do not. Want. To be. A mage.” Valygar said, between clenched teeth. The disgusted look on his face suggested that Jan might as well have asked him why he didn’t want to become a male prostitute.
Edwin shook his head, trying his best to ignore the gnome’s ramblings. For some reason that he couldn’t quite pinpoint he was feeling edgy and uneasy, and it had nothing to do with paying a visit to Xzar and Nalia’s insane household. He fussed with the amulet hanging around his throat, trying to adjust it. It felt cold to the touch, freezing cold, and it usually never did that.
“Well, well,” Jan was saying, “if you want to be way. You know, Val, being this gloomy usually comes from having some sort of deep, emotional trauma in your past. Tell you what, just relax, lean back, and tell me all about your mother.”
For a few seconds, Valygar’s face went very still, and although his voice remained perfectly level it gave the impression that he was only just holding back a snarl. “My mother, is it? You want to know about her? I’ll tell you about my mother. She fell to our family curse young, toying with magic, sinking half our fortune into ancient texts and scrolls. She was obsessed with it. Even my father could barely drag her away from her studies. She practically ignored me from the day I was born.”
“Aw,” Minsc said, patting the dark-skinned ranger on the arm, “That is not right. Little babies shouldn’t be ignored, they should be cuddled and played with, just like soft and furry hamster babies are.”
“She didn't regret her neglect until after my father died,” Valygar went on, his attention firmly fixed on Jan. “She became so anguished she reanimated him, and went insane trying to lavish attention on his zombie.”
What a preposterous idea, Edwin thought. If she wanted an undead lover, a zombie would be far too squelchy. Now a skeleton on the other hand, that holds some potential…
“Er…” Jan said.
“Ultimately she entered undeath to join him, and I was forced to destroy them both lest they do more harm. I was crying as I did so.” If looks had been enough to kill, Jan would have been a small pile of shriveled dead flesh by now. “Satisfied, gnome? Or did you want to know something else about my mother?”
“Um…no,” Jan said, and he was actually squirming a little. “I think that’s enough, thanks.”
“Good. Perhaps we can discuss where we are going? I believe something was mentioned about staying with friends?”
“Finally we will be able to sleep in proper quarters, rather than under the stars or in some rattrap inn,” Edwin muttered. “It is no more than I deserve, after all.” And need. What is it that is bothering me so much?
Zaerini winced a little, nervously fiddling with a strand of her hair. “Er..:Valygar? Those friends I mentioned…well, there’s something you ought to know. I know you won’t like it, but it really is the safest place to stop before we get to Athkatla, and there’s no way we’ll reach Athkatla until tomorrow sometime, so…”
Valygar frowned. “You are babbling.”
“Well, see…they’re…not bad people as such. At least not totally. I mean, at least I think you’ll like Nalia, she’s nice and all, and you won’t have to chat too much with the others if you don’t want to, I’m sure…”
“What is wrong with them?” Valygar asked, not letting the half-elf avoid his gaze.
“Um…they’re sort of…well, necromancers, actually. Well, not Montaron, he’s…just kind of unpleasant in general. And then there’s Abduh, but he’s better seen than described, really. And, well, I understand that you’d dislike necromancers especially, what with your parents and all that, which I’m really very sorry to hear about. Only, if we’re going to visit them, you can’t attack them, get it?”
“Necromancers.”
“Um…yes. And then there’s Abduh, their…er…butler.”
Valygar’s eyes narrowed. “Yes?”
“Abduh is…well, he’s vitally challenged, so to speak.”
“Dead?”
“Sort of. Undead, actually.” Zaerini closed here eyes, and took a deep breath. “He’s a zombie.”
By now, a small muscle along Valygar’s jaw was twitching. “You want me to stay the night at a castle inhabited by two necromancers and their zombie butler?”
“It is the most convenient place to stop between here and Athkatla,” Jaheira reminded him. The druid had been rather quiet since the encounter with Dermin, but her voice sounded as firm as ever.
“I can stay in the woods.”
“And suppose the Cowled Wizards track you down?”
“Then they will kill him,” Edwin waspishly said, “and good riddance too.” Once again, he ran his fingertips across his amulet. Still icy cold, and as he pulled it out to examine it, it looked very dark, far more so than he was used to seeing it. Something is wrong, but what?
“Then I will at least be spared any more corrupt mages and their monstrous undead creations,” Valygar retorted, glaring at the wizard. “I want nothing to do with any undead creatures, now or in the future, I would rather…” Here, he broke off, and looked downwards, then winced. Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…”
The hand shivered, and slowly ambled off, dragging itself along on its fingertips. Valygar hurried after it, speaking in a quiet voice. “No, no, some undead creatures can be tolerated, of course…yes, I really mean that. Yes, I do, I’m not saying it just to not hurt your feelings. Of course I can prove it.” He turned towards the others, and sighed. “I will come. But do not expect me to do small talk.”
“You…can understand what it is saying?” Anomen asked, looking a little wide eyed.
“Yes. It’s not so different from reading the body language of an animal, really. All this hand needs is a little kindness, I’m sure.” Mazzy’s hand now leapt into the air a few times, raced in a circle around Valygar’s feet and leapt into the air, clinging to the ranger’s leg again, although to the upper portion of it this time. Valygar’s eyes widened, and he carefully dislodged the hand, setting it down on the ground.
“Perhaps not that much kindness though,” Jaheira suggested. “Or you may find yourself with a hand for a permanent lifemate.”
“He should be used to that,” Edwin muttered. “I’m sure he is by far more intimately familiar with the Lady Palm and her five daughters than with any actual female. After all, what woman with self respect would put up with the smell?”
“At least I don’t smell of perfume,” Valygar blandly remarked.
“This is a manly cologne, you blabbering imbecile! Not perfume!”
“Edwin…” Zaerini said, and there was a clear hint of warning in her voice. “Not now, please.” She rubbed her hands briskly together. “Right, if everything’s settled now, let’s head for Keep De’Arnise. And I hope they’ve got something nice for dinner, I’m starving…”
Edwin didn’t reply. He trailed along after the rest of the party, deeply in thought, trying to cope with the gnawing sense of wrongness deep inside his belly.
Boss? Insufferable asked, his little face scrunched up with worry. What’s wrong?
I…I don’t know, Suffy. But whatever it is, I don’t like it. He sighed quietly. I wish that Teacher Dekaras were here, so I could ask him. He had my amulet commissioned, he would know.
Against his skin, the smooth dark stone of the amulet burned with freezing cold.
Next: Back to Dekaras - who is entirely at Aerie's non-existant mercy.
Cards Reshuffled 254
Started by Laufey, Jun 11 2005 04:38 PM
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Finally my Internet connection is working again after being down all day. Unfortunately, I'll probably have to save reading and commenting for tomorrow, since I need to catch a train shortly.
Aww! Thank you very much for taking time to post it!
Interpreting the signs in the world around us isn’t necessarily an easy task. At times, we may see things clearly enough, and yet lack that crucial bit of information that would have let us understand the meaning of what we see.
Excerpt from ‘Ruminations Of A Master Bard’
Was it a reference to Edwin's amulet?
Nalia looked up from the book she was reading, placed a thin leather bookmark inside it, and then closed it.
It was *human* leather, wasn't it?
(*whisper*: Isaea leather? 
)The necromancer’s eyes lit up, and he started kissing his way energetically up her pale arm, her black sleeve sliding back as he did so. “Saw them…” * kiss * “In the mirror…” * kiss * “…coming up the road…” * kiss * “…to visit us. The rabbits haven’t stopped them…” * kiss * “…and the dancing green goblins in the kitchen want to put on a feast.” * kiss * “Shall we serve them some nice liver, with chianti and some fava beans, my dulcimer darling?”
Awww...
Though the words "kiss" did not work for me, here, but it's probably just different tastes. 
“But we couldn’t possibly,” Nalia protested. “Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.”
LOL! Social standards changing, I see!
“I. Do not. Want. To be. A mage.” Valygar said, between clenched teeth. The disgusted look on his face suggested that Jan might as well have asked him why he didn’t want to become a male prostitute.
Oh! That reminded me of a story! Your story:
Odesseiron,
I would not normally ask advice of the likes of you, but in desperate times one sometimes have to seek desperate measures.
Because of a family curse, I have spent the most part of my life without the pleasure of female company, and I imagined that this would continue for the rest of my life. However, a few months ago I meet a woman that finally managed to persuade me otherwise (especially after she killed an old relative of mine who caused a lot of trouble).
Our problem is that every time we try to have a conversation concerning romantic issues, or even simply touch each other, we find that it is impossible. In fact, every time I open my mouth, it seems the only thing I can talk about is how much I dislike magic. As you may imagine, this is extremely frustrating.
Is there any known way to deal with this problem, or are we doomed to stay apart forever?
- Brooding Nature Lover
Dear Gibbering Nature Lunatic!
Dislike of magic? And this is the only thing you can talk about? Yes, you are doomed. Any woman of taste naturally adores a skilled mage (such as myself) above anything, but to declare yourself as a mage-hater...you might as well start wearing a combination of suspenders, short-pants and high-heels.
What you should attempt is classical phobia therapy. Start out slow by spending time reading spell scrolls and magical literature, perhaps admiring a magical artifact or two. Soon, you might be able to move on to actually speaking to a mage without spitting, cursing and threatening. In time, given enough practise, you may even be fortunate enough to acquire the ability to cast a modest spell or two yourself, thus being able to impress the woman and sparing yourself a life of celibacy. Though I would doubt that, given your childish handwriting, which tells me that you might as well keep on rolling about in the dirt and sticking twigs in your hair with the other monkeys.
Edwin Odesseiron, Prober of Inferior Minds
“Well, well,” Jan was saying, “if you want to be way. You know, Val, being this gloomy usually comes from having some sort of deep, emotional trauma in your past. Tell you what, just relax, lean back, and tell me all about your mother.”
Imoen and Jan.
With their lack of tact and manners. *sigh* One could write hundreds of Jan-bashing and Imoen-bashing stories on game dialogue alone. *grumble*Jan: You know, that reminds me of a story...
*GROAN*
“Aw,” Minsc said, patting the dark-skinned ranger on the arm, “That is not right. Little babies shouldn’t be ignored, they should be cuddled and played with, just like soft and furry hamster babies are.”
Soft and furry... right... *goes slightly green with nausea*
What a preposterous idea, Edwin thought. If she wanted an undead lover, a zombie would be far too squelchy. Now a skeleton on the other hand, that holds some potential…
Yes, Edwin, but how would she "feel his hardness within her"? It's a skeleton, right? He doesn't have *this* part of the body?
Or does he? “Ultimately she entered undeath to join him, and I was forced to destroy them both lest they do more harm. I was crying as I did so.” If looks had been enough to kill, Jan would have been a small pile of shriveled dead flesh by now. “Satisfied, gnome? Or did you want to know something else about my mother?”
Valygar’s eyes narrowed. “Yes?”
“Abduh is…well, he’s vitally challenged, so to speak.”
Hey, I know, it's a Pratchett reference! *skips up and down* May I have a cookie?
“Then I will at least be spared any more corrupt mages and their monstrous undead creations,” Valygar retorted, glaring at the wizard. “I want nothing to do with any undead creatures, now or in the future, I would rather…” Here, he broke off, and looked downwards, then winced. Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…”
Awwww! Maaaalenki... (means "little one") *looks at the hand with adoration*
The hand shivered, and slowly ambled off, dragging itself along on its fingertips. Valygar hurried after it, speaking in a quiet voice. “No, no, some undead creatures can be tolerated, of course…yes, I really mean that. Yes, I do, I’m not saying it just to not hurt your feelings. Of course I can prove it.” He turned towards the others, and sighed. “I will come. But do not expect me to do small talk.”
*hugs, hugs, hugs both between fits of laughter*
“Yes. It’s not so different from reading the body language of an animal, really. All this hand needs is a little kindness, I’m sure.” Mazzy’s hand now leapt into the air a few times, raced in a circle around Valygar’s feet and leapt into the air, clinging to the ranger’s leg again, although to the upper portion of it this time. Valygar’s eyes widened, and he carefully dislodged the hand, setting it down on the ground.
ROFLMAO!!!
(Mazzy's hand alone makes me adore the chapter )“He should be used to that,” Edwin muttered. “I’m sure he is by far more intimately familiar with the Lady Palm and her five daughters than with any actual female. After all, what woman with self respect would put up with the smell?”
*wince* Really, Edwin. That offends even *my* taste, and that's saying something.
“At least I don’t smell of perfume,” Valygar blandly remarked.
*nods emphatically; after travelling in elevators and underground trains with heavily-scented ladies, I'd rather have dirt*
“Edwin…” Zaerini said, and there was a clear hint of warning in her voice. “Not now, please.” She rubbed her hands briskly together. “Right, if everything’s settled now, let’s head for Keep De’Arnise. And I hope they’ve got something nice for dinner, I’m starving…”
*smirk* She reminded me of Elvira, here.
Next: Back to Dekaras - who is entirely at Aerie's non-existant mercy.
YAY !!!
(and naked Dekaras, too! 
)Er... *squirms uncomfortably* I mean, Dekkie won't die and all that, and I'd love to see more of Aerie. *flutters her eyelashes innocently*
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*pets the kitty*
Heya. Yikes, Valygar ain't gonna be happy with this visitation, is he? And I think we know where the hand is gonna end up.
Is the penny about to drop where Dekaras is concerned?
And how, exactly ARE you going to keep Valygar and Edwin from trying to kill eachother? Valygar doesn't exactly have Minsc's easy going nature.
Heya. Yikes, Valygar ain't gonna be happy with this visitation, is he? And I think we know where the hand is gonna end up.
Is the penny about to drop where Dekaras is concerned?
And how, exactly ARE you going to keep Valygar and Edwin from trying to kill eachother? Valygar doesn't exactly have Minsc's easy going nature.
The road to the abyss may be paved with good intentions, but it is those with bad intentions that race down that road as fast as they can.
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Hello, Laufey!
I think I can guess what the party is going to do with the hand now.
Poor Valygar! If he thought his current party was strange, well...
Uh oh.
Ummmm, Zaerini? Maybe you should’a mentioned this a little earlier? Well, better late than never, I guess.
Better just get straight to the point, then.
Well, that’s not so bad, is it?
Valygar’s quick.
Of course Valygar is no pushover.
Brrrrrrr.
Good story!
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Ermmmm, coming right along I see.“Look, my darling dearest, we’re getting visitors!”
Nalia looked up from the book she was reading, placed a thin leather bookmark inside it, and then closed it. “Neophyte Necromancer” it was called, and she was making quite a lot of progress recently. Certainly she had moved far beyond ‘Necromancy For Dummies’. Why, even this morning she had summoned up a whole host of skeletons in the dungeons, and they were currently quite busy performing an energetic dance in the great hall. Not that she needed them to do so, but it was a matter of perfecting her control over them.
I think I can guess what the party is going to do with the hand now.
Now, she leaned back against the chest of her darling mate, entwined her fingers in his soft, brown hair, and kissed his tattooed face. “What does it matter, Xzar, my darling, as long as we have each other?” she asked. “Anyway, how do you know?”
I see Nalia is pretty far gone.“But we couldn’t possibly,” Nalia protested. “Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.”
She turned and looked into the mirror that Xzar was pointing at, a new one that he had acquired only recently. In it, she could see a clear vision of the road leading up to the Keep, complete with the poisoned thorns and wailing wraiths. A small group of people were walking along it, and she recognized them clearly. “Oh Xzar!” she happily exclaimed. “It’s our dear friends, after such a long time! And look, they’ve brought somebody else along with them, I don’t recognize him.”
Poor Valygar! If he thought his current party was strange, well...I see Jan has already discovered all of Valygar’s buttons.“…ranger?” Jan asked. “I mean, think of it, you could have been a mage and all, right?”
I suspect Valygar would much prefer to be a male prositute.“I. Do not. Want. To be. A mage.” Valygar said, between clenched teeth. The disgusted look on his face suggested that Jan might as well have asked him why he didn’t want to become a male prostitute.
Uh oh. I guess Aerie must have caught Dekaras right about now.Edwin shook his head, trying his best to ignore the gnome’s ramblings. For some reason that he couldn’t quite pinpoint he was feeling edgy and uneasy, and it had nothing to do with paying a visit to Xzar and Nalia’s insane household. He fussed with the amulet hanging around his throat, trying to adjust it. It felt cold to the touch, freezing cold, and it usually never did that.
Ummmm, no. Being this gloomy comes from being with a demented gnome who will not leave him alone.“Well, well,” Jan was saying, “if you want to be way. You know, Val, being this gloomy usually comes from having some sort of deep, emotional trauma in your past.
Eep! Ummm, so, Valygar’s not fond of magic I take it?For a few seconds, Valygar’s face went very still, and although his voice remained perfectly level it gave the impression that he was only just holding back a snarl. “My mother, is it? You want to know about her? I’ll tell you about my mother. She fell to our family curse young, toying with magic, sinking half our fortune into ancient texts and scrolls. She was obsessed with it. Even my father could barely drag her away from her studies. She practically ignored me from the day I was born.”
Heh. I can see Valygar will get along with Nalia and Xar just swimmingly. (gulp!)“She didn't regret her neglect until after my father died,” Valygar went on, his attention firmly fixed on Jan. “She became so anguished she reanimated him, and went insane trying to lavish attention on his zombie.”
I don’t care for the idea of either one, thank you.What a preposterous idea, Edwin thought. If she wanted an undead lover, a zombie would be far too squelchy. Now a skeleton on the other hand, that holds some potential…
Jan is speechless? Wow...“Er…” Jan said.
(*looks respectfully at Valygar*) There’s not many who could do that to Jan.“Ultimately she entered undeath to join him, and I was forced to destroy them both lest they do more harm. I was crying as I did so.” If looks had been enough to kill, Jan would have been a small pile of shriveled dead flesh by now. “Satisfied, gnome? Or did you want to know something else about my mother?”
“Um…no,” Jan said, and he was actually squirming a little. “I think that’s enough, thanks.”
“Good. Perhaps we can discuss where we are going? I believe something was mentioned about staying with friends?”
Uh oh.“Finally we will be able to sleep in proper quarters, rather than under the stars or in some rattrap inn,” Edwin muttered. “It is no more than I deserve, after all.” And need. What is it that is bothering me so much?
Zaerini winced a little, nervously fiddling with a strand of her hair. “Er..:Valygar? Those friends I mentioned…well, there’s something you ought to know.
Ummmm, Zaerini? Maybe you should’a mentioned this a little earlier? Well, better late than never, I guess.I know you won’t like it, but it really is the safest place to stop before we get to Athkatla, and there’s no way we’ll reach Athkatla until tomorrow sometime, so…”
Valygar frowned. “You are babbling.”
Better just get straight to the point, then.To the point, Rini. Valygar appreciates directness.“Well, see…they’re…not bad people as such. At least not totally. I mean, at least I think you’ll like Nalia, she’s nice and all, and you won’t have to chat too much with the others if you don’t want to, I’m sure…”
“What is wrong with them?” Valygar asked, not letting the half-elf avoid his gaze.
“Um…they’re sort of…well, necromancers, actually. Well, not Montaron, he’s…just kind of unpleasant in general. And then there’s Abduh, but he’s better seen than described, really. And, well, I understand that you’d dislike necromancers especially, what with your parents and all that, which I’m really very sorry to hear about. Only, if we’re going to visit them, you can’t attack them, get it?”
“Necromancers.”
Well, that’s not so bad, is it?You rang?“Um…yes. And then there’s Abduh, their…er…butler.”
“Abduh is…well, he’s vitally challenged, so to speak.”
“Dead?”
Valygar’s quick.And the manic halfling assassin, yes.“Sort of. Undead, actually.” Zaerini closed here eyes, and took a deep breath. “He’s a zombie.”
By now, a small muscle along Valygar’s jaw was twitching. “You want me to stay the night at a castle inhabited by two necromancers and their zombie butler?”
Jaheira approves of this idea?!?“It is the most convenient place to stop between here and Athkatla,” Jaheira reminded him. The druid had been rather quiet since the encounter with Dermin, but her voice sounded as firm as ever.
It seems Edwin’s fears are making him even more obnoxious than usual.“I can stay in the woods.”
“And suppose the Cowled Wizards track you down?”
“Then they will kill him,” Edwin waspishly said, “and good riddance too.” Once again, he ran his fingertips across his amulet. Still icy cold, and as he pulled it out to examine it, it looked very dark, far more so than he was used to seeing it. Something is wrong, but what?
Awwwwwwwww.... You’ve hurt its feelings!“Then I will at least be spared any more corrupt mages and their monstrous undead creations,” Valygar retorted, glaring at the wizard. “I want nothing to do with any undead creatures, now or in the future, I would rather…” Here, he broke off, and looked downwards, then winced. Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…”
Ummmm, Valygar? You don’t do small talk anyway.The hand shivered, and slowly ambled off, dragging itself along on its fingertips. Valygar hurried after it, speaking in a quiet voice. “No, no, some undead creatures can be tolerated, of course…yes, I really mean that. Yes, I do, I’m not saying it just to not hurt your feelings. Of course I can prove it.” He turned towards the others, and sighed. “I will come. But do not expect me to do small talk.”
“You…can understand what it is saying?” Anomen asked, looking a little wide eyed.
“Yes. It’s not so different from reading the body language of an animal, really. All this hand needs is a little kindness, I’m sure.”
Oh....... my......God!.....Mazzy’s hand now leapt into the air a few times, raced in a circle around Valygar’s feet and leapt into the air, clinging to the ranger’s leg again, although to the upper portion of it this time. Valygar’s eyes widened, and he carefully dislodged the hand, setting it down on the ground.
AAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!! Jaheira, please...“Perhaps not that much kindness though,” Jaheira suggested. “Or you may find yourself with a hand for a permanent lifemate.”
Yuck! Zaerini, could you reign Edwin in.... please? I understand he's upset because of the amulet, but still...“He should be used to that,” Edwin muttered. “I’m sure he is by far more intimately familiar with the Lady Palm and her five daughters than with any actual female. After all, what woman with self respect would put up with the smell?”
“At least I don’t smell of perfume,” Valygar blandly remarked.
“This is a manly cologne, you blabbering imbecile! Not perfume!”
Of course Valygar is no pushover.Thanks, Rini!“Edwin…” Zaerini said, and there was a clear hint of warning in her voice. “Not now, please.”
Ummm, I think I’d set up camp and eat before I got there, if I were you...She rubbed her hands briskly together. “Right, if everything’s settled now, let’s head for Keep De’Arnise. And I hope they’ve got something nice for dinner, I’m starving…”
Edwin didn’t reply. He trailed along after the rest of the party, deeply in thought, trying to cope with the gnawing sense of wrongness deep inside his belly.
Boss? Insufferable asked, his little face scrunched up with worry. What’s wrong?
I…I don’t know, Suffy. But whatever it is, I don’t like it. He sighed quietly. I wish that Teacher Dekaras were here, so I could ask him. He had my amulet commissioned, he would know.
Against his skin, the smooth dark stone of the amulet burned with freezing cold.
Brrrrrrr.(*gulp!*)Next: Back to Dekaras - who is entirely at Aerie's non-existant mercy.
Good story!
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“Look, my darling dearest, we’re getting visitors!”
Hello there, Gomez dear!
Nalia looked up from the book she was reading, placed a thin leather bookmark inside it, and then closed it. “Neophyte Necromancer” it was called, and she was making quite a lot of progress recently. Certainly she had moved far beyond ‘Necromancy For Dummies’.
I bet she doesn’t want anyone to see those books, puts a certain cramp in her style.
“But we couldn’t possibly,” Nalia protested. “Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.”
You know, I wonder what do *they* think about their… eccentric landlords!
“I. Do not. Want. To be. A mage.” Valygar said, between clenched teeth. The disgusted look on his face suggested that Jan might as well have asked him why he didn’t want to become a male prostitute.
I think he might prefer that, actually.
“Well, well,” Jan was saying, “if you want to be way. You know, Val, being this gloomy usually comes from having some sort of deep, emotional trauma in your past. Tell you what, just relax, lean back, and tell me all about your mother.”
Zigmund Jansen?
You know, Jan as a psychotherapist just has such immense comedy potential.
What a preposterous idea, Edwin thought. If she wanted an undead lover, a zombie would be far too squelchy. Now a skeleton on the other hand, that holds some potential…
Considering that skeleton has some rather important ‘bone’ missing, you would think that Edwin has forgotten about the practical aspects of having a lover.
“Ultimately she entered undeath to join him, and I was forced to destroy them both lest they do more harm. I was crying as I did so.” If looks had been enough to kill, Jan would have been a small pile of shriveled dead flesh by now. “Satisfied, gnome? Or did you want to know something else about my mother?”
“Um…no,” Jan said, and he was actually squirming a little. “I think that’s enough, thanks.”
Don’t you just love that banter in the game? I know I do.
“Um…they’re sort of…well, necromancers, actually. Well, not Montaron, he’s…just kind of unpleasant in general. And then there’s Abduh, but he’s better seen than described, really. And, well, I understand that you’d dislike necromancers especially, what with your parents and all that, which I’m really very sorry to hear about. Only, if we’re going to visit them, you can’t attack them, get it?”
You know, they don’t have a terribly good resume… necromancers, (ex)-Zhents… I can see Jaheira being rather irked with them too, but thankfully she knows that they are quite harmless.
“Necromancers.”
See, he loves them already.
“Abduh is…well, he’s vitally challenged, so to speak.”
Hadn’t heard that one before! LOL! “I can stay in the woods.”
“And suppose the Cowled Wizards track you down?”
Well… they hadn’t tracked him down in Umar Hills, so one would imagine it’s not more likely they would track him in these woods.
The hand shivered, and slowly ambled off, dragging itself along on its fingertips. Valygar hurried after it, speaking in a quiet voice. “No, no, some undead creatures can be tolerated, of course…yes, I really mean that. Yes, I do, I’m not saying it just to not hurt your feelings. Of course I can prove it.” He turned towards the others, and sighed. “I will come. But do not expect me to do small talk.”
Aww, see, the hand *is* useful!
“Perhaps not that much kindness though,” Jaheira suggested. “Or you may find yourself with a hand for a permanent lifemate.”
Ewwww! Cut it out, Jaheira! “He should be used to that,” Edwin muttered. “I’m sure he is by far more intimately familiar with the Lady Palm and her five daughters than with any actual female. After all, what woman with self respect would put up with the smell?”
LOL! Umm, though on second thought… it seems a bit… base for Edwin to say something like that, no?
“This is a manly cologne, you blabbering imbecile! Not perfume!”
I think that in Forgotten Realms, it probably wouldn’t be called ‘cologne’, given that the origins of the name are connected with a city in Germany.
“Edwin…” Zaerini said, and there was a clear hint of warning in her voice. “Not now, please.” She rubbed her hands briskly together. “Right, if everything’s settled now, let’s head for Keep De’Arnise. And I hope they’ve got something nice for dinner, I’m starving…”
Err, you’re counting on necromancers to have something *nice* for dinner?
I…I don’t know, Suffy. But whatever it is, I don’t like it. He sighed quietly. I wish that Teacher Dekaras were here, so I could ask him. He had my amulet commissioned, he would know.
I think that Teacher Dekaras is all… tied up, right now.
Next: Back to Dekaras - who is entirely at Aerie's non-existant mercy.
*gulp* Loviatan priestess at work… it would sound odd if I’d said that I look forward to seeing that.
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Interpreting the signs in the world around us isn’t necessarily an easy task. At times, we may see things clearly enough, and yet lack that crucial bit of information that would have let us understand the meaning of what we see.
or your scribe likes to torture you by withholding that crucial clue..
Nalia looked up from the book she was reading, placed a thin leather bookmark inside it, and then closed it. “Neophyte Necromancer” it was called, and she was making quite a lot of progress recently. Certainly she had moved far beyond ‘Necromancy For Dummies’. Why, even this morning she had summoned up a whole host of skeletons in the dungeons, and they were currently quite busy performing an energetic dance in the great hall. Not that she needed them to do so, but it was a matter of perfecting her control over them.
I suppose next on the reading list is "Necrominicon, abridged version"?
The necromancer’s eyes lit up, and he started kissing his way energetically up her pale arm, her black sleeve sliding back as he did so. “Saw them…” * kiss * “In the mirror…” * kiss * “…coming up the road…” * kiss * “…to visit us. The rabbits haven’t stopped them…” * kiss * “…and the dancing green goblins in the kitchen want to put on a feast.” * kiss * “Shall we serve them some nice liver, with chianti and some fava beans, my dulcimer darling?”
the inevitable liver jokes...actually prefer liver wrapped in bacon...yum...yum...
“But we couldn’t possibly,” Nalia protested. “Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.” She turned and looked into the mirror that Xzar was pointing at, a new one that he had acquired only recently. In it, she could see a clear vision of the road leading up to the Keep, complete with the poisoned thorns and wailing wraiths. A small group of people were walking along it, and she recognized them clearly. “Oh Xzar!” she happily exclaimed. “It’s our dear friends, after such a long time! And look, they’ve brought somebody else along with them, I don’t recognize him.”
ever been to one of those gyro places? where they have this rotisserie of beef hanging in the oven, and they slice pieces off to make gyros for you...i got this image of Isaea spinning around in this rotisserie... “I. Do not. Want. To be. A mage.” Valygar said, between clenched teeth. The disgusted look on his face suggested that Jan might as well have asked him why he didn’t want to become a male prostitute.
jan: oh come on, val, think of the perks...you don't have to get up before noon, you got lots of free time in the day, you have sex all the time, and you get to wear those skimpy costumes!
Edwin shook his head, trying his best to ignore the gnome’s ramblings. For some reason that he couldn’t quite pinpoint he was feeling edgy and uneasy, and it had nothing to do with paying a visit to Xzar and Nalia’s insane household. He fussed with the amulet hanging around his throat, trying to adjust it. It felt cold to the touch, freezing cold, and it usually never did that.
“Well, well,” Jan was saying, “if you want to be way. You know, Val, being this gloomy usually comes from having some sort of deep, emotional trauma in your past. Tell you what, just relax, lean back, and tell me all about your mother.”
sigmund Jansen: you know, sometimes a turnip is just a turnip..
“Aw,” Minsc said, patting the dark-skinned ranger on the arm, “That is not right. Little babies shouldn’t be ignored, they should be cuddled and played with, just like soft and furry hamster babies are.”
Kulyok is right..that is rather disturbing..
What a preposterous idea, Edwin thought. If she wanted an undead lover, a zombie would be far too squelchy. Now a skeleton on the other hand, that holds some potential…
and bits tend to fall off...
“Um…they’re sort of…well, necromancers, actually. Well, not Montaron, he’s…just kind of unpleasant in general. And then there’s Abduh, but he’s better seen than described, really. And, well, I understand that you’d dislike necromancers especially, what with your parents and all that, which I’m really very sorry to hear about. Only, if we’re going to visit them, you can’t attack them, get it?”
they're really nice people, actually...
He's creepy and he's kooky,
And Monty's short and spooky,
And Nally's not altogether Ook-ay, (this line changed from original)
The Xzar's Family.
His obession's to create a golem.
Cause zombies are beginning to bore him.
Zombie heads wobble when you bowl-em,
The Xzar's Family.
Neat
Sweet
Petite
So if you want a custom zombie,
and you don't want to order from Abercrombie's,
Just avoid mentioning the BUNNIES,
while you're with Xzar's Family.
“Abduh is…well, he’s vitally challenged, so to speak.”
from latin, vitae means "life"
for example, lignum vitae means "tree of life"
By now, a small muscle along Valygar’s jaw was twitching. “You want me to stay the night at a castle inhabited by two necromancers and their zombie butler?”
actually, they're really nice people...
“Then they will kill him,” Edwin waspishly said, “and good riddance too.” Once again, he ran his fingertips across his amulet. Still icy cold, and as he pulled it out to examine it, it looked very dark, far more so than he was used to seeing it. Something is wrong, but what?
“Then I will at least be spared any more corrupt mages and their monstrous undead creations,” Valygar retorted, glaring at the wizard. “I want nothing to do with any undead creatures, now or in the future, I would rather…” Here, he broke off, and looked downwards, then winced. Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…”
so that's why you made mazzy's hand undead... “Perhaps not that much kindness though,” Jaheira suggested. “Or you may find yourself with a hand for a permanent lifemate.”
oh laufey, you're so evil..
“He should be used to that,” Edwin muttered. “I’m sure he is by far more intimately familiar with the Lady Palm and her five daughters than with any actual female. After all, what woman with self respect would put up with the smell?”
(i guess its funnier for guys...) “Edwin…” Zaerini said, and there was a clear hint of warning in her voice. “Not now, please.” She rubbed her hands briskly together. “Right, if everything’s settled now, let’s head for Keep De’Arnise. And I hope they’ve got something nice for dinner, I’m starving…”
hope you like liver...
Against his skin, the smooth dark stone of the amulet burned with freezing cold.
Next: Back to Dekaras - who is entirely at Aerie's non-existant mercy.
this is going to be bad...why do i get this feeling that somehow she's going to worm out the truth of edwin's parentage from him...hmmm?
YAY!!!
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since I need to catch a train shortly.
Is it "the Midnight Train going anywhere?"
Now, she leaned back against the chest of her darling mate, entwined her fingers in his soft, brown hair, and kissed his tattooed face. “What does it matter, Xzar, my darling, as long as we have each other?” she asked. “Anyway, how do you know?”
I'm scared.
“Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.”
That's just... vile...
Ewwwwww.
“I. Do not. Want. To be. A mage.” Valygar said, between clenched teeth. The disgusted look on his face suggested that Jan might as well have asked him why he didn’t want to become a male prostitute.
Say hello to the next Deuce Bigalow...
if you want to be way. You know, Val, being this gloomy usually comes from having some sort of deep, emotional trauma in your past.
Stewie Griffin: "Clearly, your behavior is caused by some manner of deep-seated inner pain, meaning that the only way to resolve your problems, is with a healthy dose of OUTER PAIN!"
Well, not Montaron, he’s…just kind of unpleasant in general.
And the fact that whenever I hear him talk, I hear LeChuck... that just doesn't help.
By now, a small muscle along Valygar’s jaw was twitching. “You want me to stay the night at a castle inhabited by two necromancers and their zombie butler?”
Well, when you put it that way, it sounds like it'd be a horrible experience.
He should be used to that,” Edwin muttered. “I’m sure he is by far more intimately familiar with the Lady Palm and her five daughters than with any actual female.
Ah. Yes. Jill.
“This is a manly cologne, you blabbering imbecile! Not perfume!”
Well, it's certainly Ewwwwww de something.
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Liver of Isaea, eww. Nalia's taking necromancy a bit too far.“But we couldn’t possibly,” Nalia protested. “Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.”
The amulet link. Too bad Edwin doesn't know it's linked to Dekaras.Edwin shook his head, trying his best to ignore the gnome’s ramblings. For some reason that he couldn’t quite pinpoint he was feeling edgy and uneasy, and it had nothing to do with paying a visit to Xzar and Nalia’s insane household. He fussed with the amulet hanging around his throat, trying to adjust it. It felt cold to the touch, freezing cold, and it usually never did that.
How much time does Edwin spend thinking about such thingsWhat a preposterous idea, Edwin thought. If she wanted an undead lover, a zombie would be far too squelchy. Now a skeleton on the other hand, that holds some potential…
Even Jan knows when to shut up.“Um…no,” Jan said, and he was actually squirming a little. “I think that’s enough, thanks.”
It doesn't look good for Dekeras.“Then they will kill him,” Edwin waspishly said, “and good riddance too.” Once again, he ran his fingertips across his amulet. Still icy cold, and as he pulled it out to examine it, it looked very dark, far more so than he was used to seeing it. Something is wrong, but what?
Aww, he likes her.“Then I will at least be spared any more corrupt mages and their monstrous undead creations,” Valygar retorted, glaring at the wizard. “I want nothing to do with any undead creatures, now or in the future, I would rather…” Here, he broke off, and looked downwards, then winced. Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…”
First he puts Anomen down, now poor Valyger. I think Edwin must be really insecure about certain ... things.“He should be used to that,” Edwin muttered. “I’m sure he is by far more intimately familiar with the Lady Palm and her five daughters than with any actual female. After all, what woman with self respect would put up with the smell?”
But Yoshimo's free-right?Next: Back to Dekaras - who is entirely at Aerie's non-existant mercy.
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[quote][quote]Finally my Internet connection is working again after being down all day. Unfortunately, I'll probably have to save reading and commenting for tomorrow, since I need to catch a train shortly. [/quote]
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Aww! Thank you very much for taking time to post it!
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Welcome.
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[quote]Interpreting the signs in the world around us isn’t necessarily an easy task. At times, we may see things clearly enough, and yet lack that crucial bit of information that would have let us understand the meaning of what we see.
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Excerpt from ‘Ruminations Of A Master Bard’ [/quote]
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Was it a reference to Edwin's amulet?
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Yes indeed. Edwin still doesn't know how it works.
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[quote]Nalia looked up from the book she was reading, placed a thin leather bookmark inside it, and then closed it.[/quote]
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It was *human* leather, wasn't it? (*whisper*: Isaea leather? )
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Perhaps...
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[quote]The necromancer’s eyes lit up, and he started kissing his way energetically up her pale arm, her black sleeve sliding back as he did so. “Saw them…” * kiss * “In the mirror…” * kiss * “…coming up the road…” * kiss * “…to visit us. The rabbits haven’t stopped them…” * kiss * “…and the dancing green goblins in the kitchen want to put on a feast.” * kiss * “Shall we serve them some nice liver, with chianti and some fava beans, my dulcimer darling?” [/quote]
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Awww... Though the words "kiss" did not work for me, here, but it's probably just different tastes.
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I might replace it - it's no big deal to me.
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What you should attempt is classical phobia therapy. Start out slow by spending time reading spell scrolls and magical literature, perhaps admiring a magical artifact or two. Soon, you might be able to move on to actually speaking to a mage without spitting, cursing and threatening. In time, given enough practise, you may even be fortunate enough to acquire the ability to cast a modest spell or two yourself, thus being able to impress the woman and sparing yourself a life of celibacy. Though I would doubt that, given your childish handwriting, which tells me that you might as well keep on rolling about in the dirt and sticking twigs in your hair with the other monkeys.
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Heh, I'd forgotten about that one. Makes me kind of tempted to do a sequel.
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Imoen and Jan. With their lack of tact and manners. *sigh* One could write hundreds of Jan-bashing and Imoen-bashing stories on game dialogue alone. *grumble*
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Don't like them, eh?
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Soft and furry... right... *goes slightly green with nausea*
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Come to think of it, maybe hamster babies are born hairless, like rats? Oh well, they'd gain fur eventually anyway.
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Yes, Edwin, but how would she "feel his hardness within her"? It's a skeleton, right? He doesn't have *this* part of the body? Or does he?
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But he has *other* parts.
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Hey, I know, it's a Pratchett reference! *skips up and down* May I have a cookie?
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It's Pratchett? I'd forgotten about that, to be honest. Do you know which book?
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[quote]“Then I will at least be spared any more corrupt mages and their monstrous undead creations,” Valygar retorted, glaring at the wizard. “I want nothing to do with any undead creatures, now or in the future, I would rather…” Here, he broke off, and looked downwards, then winced. Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…” [/quote]
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Awwww! Maaaalenki... (means "little one") *looks at the hand with adoration*
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It's sure cuter than Mazzy ever were.
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[quote]“Yes. It’s not so different from reading the body language of an animal, really. All this hand needs is a little kindness, I’m sure.” Mazzy’s hand now leapt into the air a few times, raced in a circle around Valygar’s feet and leapt into the air, clinging to the ranger’s leg again, although to the upper portion of it this time. Valygar’s eyes widened, and he carefully dislodged the hand, setting it down on the ground.[/quote]
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ROFLMAO!!! (Mazzy's hand alone makes me adore the chapter )
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Glad you like it.
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[quote]“He should be used to that,” Edwin muttered. “I’m sure he is by far more intimately familiar with the Lady Palm and her five daughters than with any actual female. After all, what woman with self respect would put up with the smell?”[/quote]
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*wince* Really, Edwin. That offends even *my* taste, and that's saying something.
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What can I say, I was in a tasteless mood as I wrote this.
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[quote]“Edwin…” Zaerini said, and there was a clear hint of warning in her voice. “Not now, please.” She rubbed her hands briskly together. “Right, if everything’s settled now, let’s head for Keep De’Arnise. And I hope they’ve got something nice for dinner, I’m starving…”[/quote]
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*smirk* She reminded me of Elvira, here.
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Rini: Sometimes that's what it takes.
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YAY !!! (and naked Dekaras, too! )
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Oh yes. Not that he's in very good shape at the moment.
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Of course.
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Aww! Thank you very much for taking time to post it!
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Welcome.
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[quote]Interpreting the signs in the world around us isn’t necessarily an easy task. At times, we may see things clearly enough, and yet lack that crucial bit of information that would have let us understand the meaning of what we see.
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Excerpt from ‘Ruminations Of A Master Bard’ [/quote]
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Was it a reference to Edwin's amulet?
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Yes indeed. Edwin still doesn't know how it works.
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[quote]Nalia looked up from the book she was reading, placed a thin leather bookmark inside it, and then closed it.[/quote]
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It was *human* leather, wasn't it?
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Perhaps...
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[quote]The necromancer’s eyes lit up, and he started kissing his way energetically up her pale arm, her black sleeve sliding back as he did so. “Saw them…” * kiss * “In the mirror…” * kiss * “…coming up the road…” * kiss * “…to visit us. The rabbits haven’t stopped them…” * kiss * “…and the dancing green goblins in the kitchen want to put on a feast.” * kiss * “Shall we serve them some nice liver, with chianti and some fava beans, my dulcimer darling?” [/quote]
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Awww...
Though the words "kiss" did not work for me, here, but it's probably just different tastes. [/quote]
I might replace it - it's no big deal to me.
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What you should attempt is classical phobia therapy. Start out slow by spending time reading spell scrolls and magical literature, perhaps admiring a magical artifact or two. Soon, you might be able to move on to actually speaking to a mage without spitting, cursing and threatening. In time, given enough practise, you may even be fortunate enough to acquire the ability to cast a modest spell or two yourself, thus being able to impress the woman and sparing yourself a life of celibacy. Though I would doubt that, given your childish handwriting, which tells me that you might as well keep on rolling about in the dirt and sticking twigs in your hair with the other monkeys.
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Heh, I'd forgotten about that one.
Makes me kind of tempted to do a sequel. [quote]
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Imoen and Jan.
With their lack of tact and manners. *sigh* One could write hundreds of Jan-bashing and Imoen-bashing stories on game dialogue alone. *grumble*[/quote]
Don't like them, eh?
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Soft and furry... right... *goes slightly green with nausea*
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Come to think of it, maybe hamster babies are born hairless, like rats? Oh well, they'd gain fur eventually anyway.
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But he has *other* parts.
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Hey, I know, it's a Pratchett reference! *skips up and down* May I have a cookie?
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It's Pratchett? I'd forgotten about that, to be honest. Do you know which book?
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[quote]“Then I will at least be spared any more corrupt mages and their monstrous undead creations,” Valygar retorted, glaring at the wizard. “I want nothing to do with any undead creatures, now or in the future, I would rather…” Here, he broke off, and looked downwards, then winced. Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…” [/quote]
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Awwww! Maaaalenki... (means "little one") *looks at the hand with adoration*
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It's sure cuter than Mazzy ever were.
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ROFLMAO!!!
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Glad you like it.
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*wince* Really, Edwin. That offends even *my* taste, and that's saying something.
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What can I say, I was in a tasteless mood as I wrote this.
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[quote]“Edwin…” Zaerini said, and there was a clear hint of warning in her voice. “Not now, please.” She rubbed her hands briskly together. “Right, if everything’s settled now, let’s head for Keep De’Arnise. And I hope they’ve got something nice for dinner, I’m starving…”[/quote]
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*smirk* She reminded me of Elvira, here.
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Rini: Sometimes that's what it takes.
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YAY !!!
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Oh yes.
Not that he's in very good shape at the moment. [quote]
Er... *squirms uncomfortably* I mean, Dekkie won't die and all that, and I'd love to see more of Aerie. *flutters her eyelashes innocently*[/quote]
Of course.
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What you should attempt is classical phobia therapy. Start out slow by spending time reading spell scrolls and magical literature, perhaps admiring a magical artifact or two. Soon, you might be able to move on to actually speaking to a mage without spitting, cursing and threatening. In time, given enough practise, you may even be fortunate enough to acquire the ability to cast a modest spell or two yourself, thus being able to impress the woman and sparing yourself a life of celibacy. Though I would doubt that, given your childish handwriting, which tells me that you might as well keep on rolling about in the dirt and sticking twigs in your hair with the other monkeys.
Edwin Odesseiron, Prober of Inferior Minds
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Heh, I'd forgotten about that one. Makes me kind of tempted to do a sequel. [/quote]
Please do! I, for one, would be very interested to learn what Evil Aerie, Yoshimo, Xan, Bodhi and others would ask.
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Soft and furry... right... *goes slightly green with nausea*
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Come to think of it, maybe hamster babies are born hairless, like rats? Oh well, they'd gain fur eventually anyway. [/quote]
*gulp* *shudder* *faints*
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Yes, Edwin, but how would she "feel his hardness within her"? It's a skeleton, right? He doesn't have *this* part of the body? Or does he?
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But he has *other* parts. [/quote]
Now, I haven't thought of that.
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Hey, I know, it's a Pratchett reference! *skips up and down* May I have a cookie?
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It's Pratchett? I'd forgotten about that, to be honest. Do you know which book? [/quote]
Yes, it's "Fifth Elephant":
[quote]Constable Shoe sighed. He knew that Mr Vimes had an unofficial policy of getting ethnic minorities into the Watch, but he wasn't sure this was wise in the case of gnomes, even though there was, admittedly, no ethnic group that was more minor. They had an inbuilt resistance to rules. This didn't just apply to the law, but to all the invisible rules that most people obeyed unthinkingly, like 'Do not attempt to eat this giraffe' or 'Do not headbutt people in the ankle just because they won't give you a chip'. It was best to think of Constable Swires simply as a small independent weapon.
'You'd better show us the d- the person who is currently vitally challenged,' he said. They were led downstairs. What was hanging from a beam there would have frightened the life out of anyone who wasn't already a zombie.
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What you should attempt is classical phobia therapy. Start out slow by spending time reading spell scrolls and magical literature, perhaps admiring a magical artifact or two. Soon, you might be able to move on to actually speaking to a mage without spitting, cursing and threatening. In time, given enough practise, you may even be fortunate enough to acquire the ability to cast a modest spell or two yourself, thus being able to impress the woman and sparing yourself a life of celibacy. Though I would doubt that, given your childish handwriting, which tells me that you might as well keep on rolling about in the dirt and sticking twigs in your hair with the other monkeys.
Edwin Odesseiron, Prober of Inferior Minds
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Heh, I'd forgotten about that one.
Makes me kind of tempted to do a sequel. [/quote]Please do!
I, for one, would be very interested to learn what Evil Aerie, Yoshimo, Xan, Bodhi and others would ask. [quote]
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Soft and furry... right... *goes slightly green with nausea*
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Come to think of it, maybe hamster babies are born hairless, like rats? Oh well, they'd gain fur eventually anyway. [/quote]
*gulp* *shudder* *faints*
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Yes, Edwin, but how would she "feel his hardness within her"? It's a skeleton, right? He doesn't have *this* part of the body?
Or does he? [/quote]
But he has *other* parts.
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“Abduh is…well, he’s vitally challenged, so to speak.”[/quote]
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Hey, I know, it's a Pratchett reference! *skips up and down* May I have a cookie?
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It's Pratchett? I'd forgotten about that, to be honest. Do you know which book? [/quote]
Yes, it's "Fifth Elephant":
[quote]Constable Shoe sighed. He knew that Mr Vimes had an unofficial policy of getting ethnic minorities into the Watch, but he wasn't sure this was wise in the case of gnomes, even though there was, admittedly, no ethnic group that was more minor. They had an inbuilt resistance to rules. This didn't just apply to the law, but to all the invisible rules that most people obeyed unthinkingly, like 'Do not attempt to eat this giraffe' or 'Do not headbutt people in the ankle just because they won't give you a chip'. It was best to think of Constable Swires simply as a small independent weapon.
'You'd better show us the d- the person who is currently vitally challenged,' he said. They were led downstairs. What was hanging from a beam there would have frightened the life out of anyone who wasn't already a zombie.
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Liver of Isaea, eww. Nalia's taking necromancy a bit too far.“But we couldn’t possibly,” Nalia protested. “Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.”
I see Nalia as an enthusiast, somebody who always wants to conform to what she sees as proper behavior in a current situation.
The amulet link. Too bad Edwin doesn't know it's linked to Dekaras.Edwin shook his head, trying his best to ignore the gnome’s ramblings. For some reason that he couldn’t quite pinpoint he was feeling edgy and uneasy, and it had nothing to do with paying a visit to Xzar and Nalia’s insane household. He fussed with the amulet hanging around his throat, trying to adjust it. It felt cold to the touch, freezing cold, and it usually never did that.
Indeed.
How much time does Edwin spend thinking about such thingsWhat a preposterous idea, Edwin thought. If she wanted an undead lover, a zombie would be far too squelchy. Now a skeleton on the other hand, that holds some potential…
Even more disturbing question - how much time do *I* spend thinking about such things?
It doesn't look good for Dekeras.“Then they will kill him,” Edwin waspishly said, “and good riddance too.” Once again, he ran his fingertips across his amulet. Still icy cold, and as he pulled it out to examine it, it looked very dark, far more so than he was used to seeing it. Something is wrong, but what?
Definitely not.
Aww, he likes her.“Then I will at least be spared any more corrupt mages and their monstrous undead creations,” Valygar retorted, glaring at the wizard. “I want nothing to do with any undead creatures, now or in the future, I would rather…” Here, he broke off, and looked downwards, then winced. Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…”
He's a nice guy, he doesn't want to hurt the hand's feelings.
First he puts Anomen down, now poor Valyger. I think Edwin must be really insecure about certain ... things.“He should be used to that,” Edwin muttered. “I’m sure he is by far more intimately familiar with the Lady Palm and her five daughters than with any actual female. After all, what woman with self respect would put up with the smell?”
Not exactly. He's feeling anxious and fretful, and taking it out on his surroundings in any way possible.
But Yoshimo's free-right?Next: Back to Dekaras - who is entirely at Aerie's non-existant mercy.
So far, yes.
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since I need to catch a train shortly.
Is it "the Midnight Train going anywhere?"
Not quite.
Now, she leaned back against the chest of her darling mate, entwined her fingers in his soft, brown hair, and kissed his tattooed face. “What does it matter, Xzar, my darling, as long as we have each other?” she asked. “Anyway, how do you know?”
I'm scared.
“Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.”
That's just... vile...
Ewwwwww.
Sorry, my sense of humor tends towards the macabre sometimes.
if you want to be way. You know, Val, being this gloomy usually comes from having some sort of deep, emotional trauma in your past.
Stewie Griffin: "Clearly, your behavior is caused by some manner of deep-seated inner pain, meaning that the only way to resolve your problems, is with a healthy dose of OUTER PAIN!"
Well, not Montaron, he’s…just kind of unpleasant in general.
And the fact that whenever I hear him talk, I hear LeChuck... that just doesn't help.
It's funny, despite being a MI fan I never think of him as LeChuck. Wonder why that is?
He should be used to that,” Edwin muttered. “I’m sure he is by far more intimately familiar with the Lady Palm and her five daughters than with any actual female.
Ah. Yes. Jill.
Hm? I don't get that one, I'm afraid?
“This is a manly cologne, you blabbering imbecile! Not perfume!”
Well, it's certainly Ewwwwww de something.
I'm sure Rini sometimes has to tell him not to splash on so much.
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Interpreting the signs in the world around us isn’t necessarily an easy task. At times, we may see things clearly enough, and yet lack that crucial bit of information that would have let us understand the meaning of what we see.
or your scribe likes to torture you by withholding that crucial clue..
That too!
Nalia looked up from the book she was reading, placed a thin leather bookmark inside it, and then closed it. “Neophyte Necromancer” it was called, and she was making quite a lot of progress recently. Certainly she had moved far beyond ‘Necromancy For Dummies’. Why, even this morning she had summoned up a whole host of skeletons in the dungeons, and they were currently quite busy performing an energetic dance in the great hall. Not that she needed them to do so, but it was a matter of perfecting her control over them.
I suppose next on the reading list is "Necrominicon, abridged version"?
Absolutely! Or 'How to summon Ctulhu in 5 easy steps.'
The necromancer’s eyes lit up, and he started kissing his way energetically up her pale arm, her black sleeve sliding back as he did so. “Saw them…” * kiss * “In the mirror…” * kiss * “…coming up the road…” * kiss * “…to visit us. The rabbits haven’t stopped them…” * kiss * “…and the dancing green goblins in the kitchen want to put on a feast.” * kiss * “Shall we serve them some nice liver, with chianti and some fava beans, my dulcimer darling?”
the inevitable liver jokes...actually prefer liver wrapped in bacon...yum...yum...
I like liver patty.
“But we couldn’t possibly,” Nalia protested. “Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.” She turned and looked into the mirror that Xzar was pointing at, a new one that he had acquired only recently. In it, she could see a clear vision of the road leading up to the Keep, complete with the poisoned thorns and wailing wraiths. A small group of people were walking along it, and she recognized them clearly. “Oh Xzar!” she happily exclaimed. “It’s our dear friends, after such a long time! And look, they’ve brought somebody else along with them, I don’t recognize him.”
I haven't been to one, I'm afraid, but I can imagine it. Next time we see Rini and gang, you'll find out exactly what happened to Isaea. Or the most important thing that happened, anyway.
“I. Do not. Want. To be. A mage.” Valygar said, between clenched teeth. The disgusted look on his face suggested that Jan might as well have asked him why he didn’t want to become a male prostitute.
jan: oh come on, val, think of the perks...you don't have to get up before noon, you got lots of free time in the day, you have sex all the time, and you get to wear those skimpy costumes!
Yeah, pink thongs!
Edwin shook his head, trying his best to ignore the gnome’s ramblings. For some reason that he couldn’t quite pinpoint he was feeling edgy and uneasy, and it had nothing to do with paying a visit to Xzar and Nalia’s insane household. He fussed with the amulet hanging around his throat, trying to adjust it. It felt cold to the touch, freezing cold, and it usually never did that.
Dekkie is in a very, very bad state indeed.
“Aw,” Minsc said, patting the dark-skinned ranger on the arm, “That is not right. Little babies shouldn’t be ignored, they should be cuddled and played with, just like soft and furry hamster babies are.”
Kulyok is right..that is rather disturbing..
Baby hamsters are disturbing?
“Um…they’re sort of…well, necromancers, actually. Well, not Montaron, he’s…just kind of unpleasant in general. And then there’s Abduh, but he’s better seen than described, really. And, well, I understand that you’d dislike necromancers especially, what with your parents and all that, which I’m really very sorry to hear about. Only, if we’re going to visit them, you can’t attack them, get it?”
they're really nice people, actually...
Just a little spooky.
He's creepy and he's kooky,
And Monty's short and spooky,
And Nally's not altogether Ook-ay, (this line changed from original)
The Xzar's Family.
His obession's to create a golem.
Cause zombies are beginning to bore him.
Zombie heads wobble when you bowl-em,
The Xzar's Family.
Neat
Sweet
Petite
So if you want a custom zombie,
and you don't want to order from Abercrombie's,
Just avoid mentioning the BUNNIES,
while you're with Xzar's Family.
Ooooh, lovely!
I'm very fond of filks. But it should be 'The De'Arnise Family' I think, then it fits the rhythm better.
“Abduh is…well, he’s vitally challenged, so to speak.”
from latin, vitae means "life"
for example, lignum vitae means "tree of life"
I know.
By now, a small muscle along Valygar’s jaw was twitching. “You want me to stay the night at a castle inhabited by two necromancers and their zombie butler?”
actually, they're really nice people...
Just a little odd.
“Then they will kill him,” Edwin waspishly said, “and good riddance too.” Once again, he ran his fingertips across his amulet. Still icy cold, and as he pulled it out to examine it, it looked very dark, far more so than he was used to seeing it. Something is wrong, but what?
There there... *pats shoulder*
“Then I will at least be spared any more corrupt mages and their monstrous undead creations,” Valygar retorted, glaring at the wizard. “I want nothing to do with any undead creatures, now or in the future, I would rather…” Here, he broke off, and looked downwards, then winced. Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…”
Of course!
“He should be used to that,” Edwin muttered. “I’m sure he is by far more intimately familiar with the Lady Palm and her five daughters than with any actual female. After all, what woman with self respect would put up with the smell?”
Weeeelll...
Against his skin, the smooth dark stone of the amulet burned with freezing cold.
*more comforting pats*
Next: Back to Dekaras - who is entirely at Aerie's non-existant mercy.
this is going to be bad...why do i get this feeling that somehow she's going to worm out the truth of edwin's parentage from him...hmmm?
YAY!!!
Vadrak Dekaras: An evil Avariel is about to torture me, and your reaction is 'yay'? Thank you, that's very reassuring.
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Nalia looked up from the book she was reading, placed a thin leather bookmark inside it, and then closed it. “Neophyte Necromancer” it was called, and she was making quite a lot of progress recently. Certainly she had moved far beyond ‘Necromancy For Dummies’.
I bet she doesn’t want anyone to see those books, puts a certain cramp in her style.
No, I think Nalia always wants to be perceived as comptent at what she does, and not a beginner.
“But we couldn’t possibly,” Nalia protested. “Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.”
You know, I wonder what do *they* think about their… eccentric landlords!
I think they probably figure it's better than the trolls, and better than Delcia. Xzar and Nalia pretty much leave them alone, I think.
“I. Do not. Want. To be. A mage.” Valygar said, between clenched teeth. The disgusted look on his face suggested that Jan might as well have asked him why he didn’t want to become a male prostitute.
I think he might prefer that, actually.
“Well, well,” Jan was saying, “if you want to be way. You know, Val, being this gloomy usually comes from having some sort of deep, emotional trauma in your past. Tell you what, just relax, lean back, and tell me all about your mother.”
Zigmund Jansen?
You know, Jan as a psychotherapist just has such immense comedy potential.
Oooh yes - imagine all the turnip symbolism!
What a preposterous idea, Edwin thought. If she wanted an undead lover, a zombie would be far too squelchy. Now a skeleton on the other hand, that holds some potential…
Considering that skeleton has some rather important ‘bone’ missing, you would think that Edwin has forgotten about the practical aspects of having a lover.
Not really - a skeleton has several possible substitutes.
“Ultimately she entered undeath to join him, and I was forced to destroy them both lest they do more harm. I was crying as I did so.” If looks had been enough to kill, Jan would have been a small pile of shriveled dead flesh by now. “Satisfied, gnome? Or did you want to know something else about my mother?”
“Um…no,” Jan said, and he was actually squirming a little. “I think that’s enough, thanks.”
Don’t you just love that banter in the game? I know I do.
I do!
“Um…they’re sort of…well, necromancers, actually. Well, not Montaron, he’s…just kind of unpleasant in general. And then there’s Abduh, but he’s better seen than described, really. And, well, I understand that you’d dislike necromancers especially, what with your parents and all that, which I’m really very sorry to hear about. Only, if we’re going to visit them, you can’t attack them, get it?”
You know, they don’t have a terribly good resume… necromancers, (ex)-Zhents… I can see Jaheira being rather irked with them too, but thankfully she knows that they are quite harmless.
By now, Jaheira won't try to lop their heads off or anything.
They're pretty much retired from the Zhents anyway.
“Abduh is…well, he’s vitally challenged, so to speak.”
Apparently it's Pratchett - which I'd managed to forget.
“And suppose the Cowled Wizards track you down?”
Well… they hadn’t tracked him down in Umar Hills, so one would imagine it’s not more likely they would track him in these woods.
On the other hand, he's closer to Athkatla now.
The hand shivered, and slowly ambled off, dragging itself along on its fingertips. Valygar hurried after it, speaking in a quiet voice. “No, no, some undead creatures can be tolerated, of course…yes, I really mean that. Yes, I do, I’m not saying it just to not hurt your feelings. Of course I can prove it.” He turned towards the others, and sighed. “I will come. But do not expect me to do small talk.”
Aww, see, the hand *is* useful!
Of course!
“Perhaps not that much kindness though,” Jaheira suggested. “Or you may find yourself with a hand for a permanent lifemate.”
“He should be used to that,” Edwin muttered. “I’m sure he is by far more intimately familiar with the Lady Palm and her five daughters than with any actual female. After all, what woman with self respect would put up with the smell?”
LOL! Umm, though on second thought… it seems a bit… base for Edwin to say something like that, no?
I don't know...perhaps. I'll have to think about that.
“This is a manly cologne, you blabbering imbecile! Not perfume!”
I think that in Forgotten Realms, it probably wouldn’t be called ‘cologne’, given that the origins of the name are connected with a city in Germany.
Well, let's just say it's an equivalent. I don't think there's any good alternative word.
“Edwin…” Zaerini said, and there was a clear hint of warning in her voice. “Not now, please.” She rubbed her hands briskly together. “Right, if everything’s settled now, let’s head for Keep De’Arnise. And I hope they’ve got something nice for dinner, I’m starving…”
Err, you’re counting on necromancers to have something *nice* for dinner?
I…I don’t know, Suffy. But whatever it is, I don’t like it. He sighed quietly. I wish that Teacher Dekaras were here, so I could ask him. He had my amulet commissioned, he would know.
I think that Teacher Dekaras is all… tied up, right now.
Oh yes. And not in a nice way.
Next: Back to Dekaras - who is entirely at Aerie's non-existant mercy.
*gulp* Loviatan priestess at work… it would sound odd if I’d said that I look forward to seeing that.
Vadrak Dekaras: Everybody seems extraordinarily happy about my imminent torture. I expect you'll be cheering her on next.
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[quote]Hello, Laufey!
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Hi!
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[quote]Finally my Internet connection is working again after being down all day. Unfortunately, I'll probably have to save reading and commenting for tomorrow, since I need to catch a train shortly.
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My reading time is very small these days, but I’m glad to see another chapter of the cards.
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Thanks very much!
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I think I can guess what the party is going to do with the hand now.
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It was always inevitable.
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[quote]“But we couldn’t possibly,” Nalia protested. “Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.” [/quote]
I see Nalia is pretty far gone.
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Nalia is the kind of person who fully dedicates herself, I think.
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[quote]She turned and looked into the mirror that Xzar was pointing at, a new one that he had acquired only recently. In it, she could see a clear vision of the road leading up to the Keep, complete with the poisoned thorns and wailing wraiths. A small group of people were walking along it, and she recognized them clearly. “Oh Xzar!” she happily exclaimed. “It’s our dear friends, after such a long time! And look, they’ve brought somebody else along with them, I don’t recognize him.”
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Poor Valygar! If he thought his current party was strange, well...
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[quote]“I. Do not. Want. To be. A mage.” Valygar said, between clenched teeth. The disgusted look on his face suggested that Jan might as well have asked him why he didn’t want to become a male prostitute.
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I suspect Valygar would much prefer to be a male prositute.
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He just might.
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[quote]Edwin shook his head, trying his best to ignore the gnome’s ramblings. For some reason that he couldn’t quite pinpoint he was feeling edgy and uneasy, and it had nothing to do with paying a visit to Xzar and Nalia’s insane household. He fussed with the amulet hanging around his throat, trying to adjust it. It felt cold to the touch, freezing cold, and it usually never did that.
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Uh oh. I guess Aerie must have caught Dekaras right about now.
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Oh yes.
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[quote]For a few seconds, Valygar’s face went very still, and although his voice remained perfectly level it gave the impression that he was only just holding back a snarl. “My mother, is it? You want to know about her? I’ll tell you about my mother. She fell to our family curse young, toying with magic, sinking half our fortune into ancient texts and scrolls. She was obsessed with it. Even my father could barely drag her away from her studies. She practically ignored me from the day I was born.”
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Eep! Ummm, so, Valygar’s not fond of magic I take it?
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To say the least...
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“Um…no,” Jan said, and he was actually squirming a little. “I think that’s enough, thanks.”
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(*looks respectfully at Valygar*) There’s not many who could do that to Jan.
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It's a very rare thing indeed.
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Ummmm, Zaerini? Maybe you should’a mentioned this a little earlier? Well, better late than never, I guess.
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She'll get to it.
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[quote]“Abduh is…well, he’s vitally challenged, so to speak.”
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“Dead?”
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Valygar’s quick.
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By now, a small muscle along Valygar’s jaw was twitching. “You want me to stay the night at a castle inhabited by two necromancers and their zombie butler?”
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And the manic halfling assassin, yes.
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And the insane witch aunt!
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[quote]“It is the most convenient place to stop between here and Athkatla,” Jaheira reminded him. The druid had been rather quiet since the encounter with Dermin, but her voice sounded as firm as ever.
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Jaheira approves of this idea?!?
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Well, Xzar and Nalia are harmless, and it's a convenient place to stop.
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“Then they will kill him,” Edwin waspishly said, “and good riddance too.” Once again, he ran his fingertips across his amulet. Still icy cold, and as he pulled it out to examine it, it looked very dark, far more so than he was used to seeing it. Something is wrong, but what? [/quote]
It seems Edwin’s fears are making him even more obnoxious than usual.
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Absolutely.
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[quote]“Then I will at least be spared any more corrupt mages and their monstrous undead creations,” Valygar retorted, glaring at the wizard. “I want nothing to do with any undead creatures, now or in the future, I would rather…” Here, he broke off, and looked downwards, then winced. Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…”
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Awwwwwwwww.... You’ve hurt its feelings!
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[quote]Mazzy’s hand now leapt into the air a few times, raced in a circle around Valygar’s feet and leapt into the air, clinging to the ranger’s leg again, although to the upper portion of it this time. Valygar’s eyes widened, and he carefully dislodged the hand, setting it down on the ground.
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Oh....... my......God!.....
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That hand is *very* fond of him.
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[quote]“Perhaps not that much kindness though,” Jaheira suggested. “Or you may find yourself with a hand for a permanent lifemate.”
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AAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!! Jaheira, please...
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I just had a tasteless day when I wrote this, I guess.
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“This is a manly cologne, you blabbering imbecile! Not perfume!”
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Of course Valygar is no pushover.
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Nope, he's quite capable of defending himself.
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Against his skin, the smooth dark stone of the amulet burned with freezing cold.
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Brrrrrrr.
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Bad times ahead...
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[quote]Next: Back to Dekaras - who is entirely at Aerie's non-existant mercy.[/quote]
(*gulp!*)
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Glad you enjoyed!
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Hi!
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[quote]Finally my Internet connection is working again after being down all day. Unfortunately, I'll probably have to save reading and commenting for tomorrow, since I need to catch a train shortly.
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My reading time is very small these days, but I’m glad to see another chapter of the cards.
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Thanks very much!
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I think I can guess what the party is going to do with the hand now.
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It was always inevitable.
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[quote]“But we couldn’t possibly,” Nalia protested. “Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.” [/quote]
I see Nalia is pretty far gone.
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Nalia is the kind of person who fully dedicates herself, I think.
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[quote]She turned and looked into the mirror that Xzar was pointing at, a new one that he had acquired only recently. In it, she could see a clear vision of the road leading up to the Keep, complete with the poisoned thorns and wailing wraiths. A small group of people were walking along it, and she recognized them clearly. “Oh Xzar!” she happily exclaimed. “It’s our dear friends, after such a long time! And look, they’ve brought somebody else along with them, I don’t recognize him.”
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Poor Valygar! If he thought his current party was strange, well...[/quote]
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[quote]“I. Do not. Want. To be. A mage.” Valygar said, between clenched teeth. The disgusted look on his face suggested that Jan might as well have asked him why he didn’t want to become a male prostitute.
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I suspect Valygar would much prefer to be a male prositute.
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He just might.
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[quote]Edwin shook his head, trying his best to ignore the gnome’s ramblings. For some reason that he couldn’t quite pinpoint he was feeling edgy and uneasy, and it had nothing to do with paying a visit to Xzar and Nalia’s insane household. He fussed with the amulet hanging around his throat, trying to adjust it. It felt cold to the touch, freezing cold, and it usually never did that.
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Uh oh. I guess Aerie must have caught Dekaras right about now.
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Oh yes.
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[quote]For a few seconds, Valygar’s face went very still, and although his voice remained perfectly level it gave the impression that he was only just holding back a snarl. “My mother, is it? You want to know about her? I’ll tell you about my mother. She fell to our family curse young, toying with magic, sinking half our fortune into ancient texts and scrolls. She was obsessed with it. Even my father could barely drag her away from her studies. She practically ignored me from the day I was born.”
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Eep! Ummm, so, Valygar’s not fond of magic I take it?
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To say the least...
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“Um…no,” Jan said, and he was actually squirming a little. “I think that’s enough, thanks.”
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(*looks respectfully at Valygar*) There’s not many who could do that to Jan.
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It's a very rare thing indeed.
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Zaerini winced a little, nervously fiddling with a strand of her hair. “Er..:Valygar? Those friends I mentioned…well, there’s something you ought to know.[/quote]
Ummmm, Zaerini? Maybe you should’a mentioned this a little earlier? Well, better late than never, I guess.[/quote]
She'll get to it.
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[quote]“Abduh is…well, he’s vitally challenged, so to speak.”
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“Dead?”
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Valygar’s quick.[/quote]
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By now, a small muscle along Valygar’s jaw was twitching. “You want me to stay the night at a castle inhabited by two necromancers and their zombie butler?”
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And the manic halfling assassin, yes.
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And the insane witch aunt!
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[quote]“It is the most convenient place to stop between here and Athkatla,” Jaheira reminded him. The druid had been rather quiet since the encounter with Dermin, but her voice sounded as firm as ever.
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Jaheira approves of this idea?!?
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Well, Xzar and Nalia are harmless, and it's a convenient place to stop.
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“Then they will kill him,” Edwin waspishly said, “and good riddance too.” Once again, he ran his fingertips across his amulet. Still icy cold, and as he pulled it out to examine it, it looked very dark, far more so than he was used to seeing it. Something is wrong, but what? [/quote]
It seems Edwin’s fears are making him even more obnoxious than usual.
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Absolutely.
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[quote]“Then I will at least be spared any more corrupt mages and their monstrous undead creations,” Valygar retorted, glaring at the wizard. “I want nothing to do with any undead creatures, now or in the future, I would rather…” Here, he broke off, and looked downwards, then winced. Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…”
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Awwwwwwwww.... You’ve hurt its feelings!
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[quote]Mazzy’s hand now leapt into the air a few times, raced in a circle around Valygar’s feet and leapt into the air, clinging to the ranger’s leg again, although to the upper portion of it this time. Valygar’s eyes widened, and he carefully dislodged the hand, setting it down on the ground.
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Oh....... my......God!.....
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That hand is *very* fond of him.
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[quote]“Perhaps not that much kindness though,” Jaheira suggested. “Or you may find yourself with a hand for a permanent lifemate.”
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AAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!! Jaheira, please...
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I just had a tasteless day when I wrote this, I guess.
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“This is a manly cologne, you blabbering imbecile! Not perfume!”
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Of course Valygar is no pushover.[/quote]
Nope, he's quite capable of defending himself.
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Against his skin, the smooth dark stone of the amulet burned with freezing cold.
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Brrrrrrr.[/quote]
Bad times ahead...
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[quote]Next: Back to Dekaras - who is entirely at Aerie's non-existant mercy.[/quote]
(*gulp!*)
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Good story!
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Glad you enjoyed!
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*pets the kitty*
*purrs*!
Heya. Yikes, Valygar ain't gonna be happy with this visitation, is he? And I think we know where the hand is gonna end up.
It's pretty obvious, I know.
Valygar won't be happy - but the main reason for his unhappiness you'll find out about later. Is the penny about to drop where Dekaras is concerned?
And how, exactly ARE you going to keep Valygar and Edwin from trying to kill eachother? Valygar doesn't exactly have Minsc's easy going nature.
He doesn't, but he's a decent and honorable man of his word. He wouldn't kill Rini's lover unless Edwin outright attacked him.
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Hm? I don't get that one, I'm afraid?
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(Cough cough)
Ahem.
Ok. Take your right hand, hold it out in front of you, palm facing away. Look at the index finger and thumb... kinda looks like a "J", doesn't it?
Middle finger is a capital "I", and the ring finger and pinky are two lower case "L"s...
And there you go. "Jill."
And that's enough high school locker room humor for today. (Groan)
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Woah, didn’t see that coming.“But we couldn’t possibly,” Nalia protested. “Isaea must have rotted weeks ago, we wouldn’t want them to fall ill. Unless they’re nasty, uncultured peasants, of course.”
LOL!“I. Do not. Want. To be. A mage.” Valygar said, between clenched teeth. The disgusted look on his face suggested that Jan might as well have asked him why he didn’t want to become a male prostitute.
Oh snap, here we go.“Well, well,” Jan was saying, “if you want to be way. You know, Val, being this gloomy usually comes from having some sort of deep, emotional trauma in your past. Tell you what, just relax, lean back, and tell me all about your mother.”
I never thought of the physical side of that… blech I have a feeling sex wasn’t on her mind when she did that…What a preposterous idea, Edwin thought. If she wanted an undead lover, a zombie would be far too squelchy. Now a skeleton on the other hand, that holds some potential…
Oh snap. I don’t blame her.Valygar frowned. “You are babbling.”
LOL!“I can stay in the woods.”
LOL! Poor V-man just can’t get a break.Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…”
Hand-wife. Carry her with you everywhere, literally! Same as any normal wife, except much quieter and much different sex.“Perhaps not that much kindness though,” Jaheira suggested. “Or you may find yourself with a hand for a permanent lifemate.”
In Spanish, perfume and cologne are the same word…“This is a manly cologne, you blabbering imbecile! Not perfume!”
I get a kick out of telling my boyfriend his perfume smells nice. LoL.
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I never thought of the physical side of that… blech I have a feeling sex wasn’t on her mind when she did that…What a preposterous idea, Edwin thought. If she wanted an undead lover, a zombie would be far too squelchy. Now a skeleton on the other hand, that holds some potential…
I sure hope not!
LOL! Poor V-man just can’t get a break.Mazzy’s hand was sitting on his boot, tugging at his trouser leg, and it was hunched in upon itself in a way that was positively mournful. “Oh. No, I meant…”
True - but none of my characters get that, really.
Hand-wife. Carry her with you everywhere, literally! Same as any normal wife, except much quieter and much different sex.“Perhaps not that much kindness though,” Jaheira suggested. “Or you may find yourself with a hand for a permanent lifemate.”
Who knows, perhaps there are those who would prefer one.
In Spanish, perfume and cologne are the same word…“This is a manly cologne, you blabbering imbecile! Not perfume!”
Interesting, I didn't know that!
Don't speak Spanish myself.
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