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[Laufey]

“Rabbits?” Valygar asked. He didn’t really want to know, but he was unable to help himself. Could this madman possibly be related to Jan? He’s taller of course…are there such things as half-gnomes? Am I going insane myself to even be thinking this?

LOL!

Poor Valygar isn't having a good day.

Two hours later, Valygar was still tossing and turning, trying to catch as much as a moment’s sleep. It turned out that the bedroom of his hosts was situated directly above him. It also turned out that the hunt for buried bodyparts had made them rather…frisky. You wouldn’t have thought it from looking at Xzar, but the man was apparently very tenacious. Valygar ground his teeth together as the noises began again.

Awww! Poor Valygar!!

Don't worry, he'll be all right.

[Laufey]

GAH!

Thank you.

Funny chapter! Has your Nalia always been like this, or did something happen to her in an earlier chapter?

My Nalia started out like the regular Nalia in the game, but meeting and falling in love with Xzar had a profound effect on her.

[Laufey]

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[quote]“But you’ve hardly had anything!” Xzar protested. The tattooed necromancer was sitting next to Nalia on a puffy red loveseat, one of his arms wrapped around her waist and his head resting on her shoulder. “Look, you’ve barely touched the liver patty, and Mommy always used to say that if you don’t finish what’s on your plate, then the daisy-shaped tentacled beasts from the Great Beyond will come creeping out from under your bed, and the noises they make will be as those of a thousand souls screaming in agony!”[/quote]
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Lovely image. No, no, I meant Xzar sitting next to Nalia, not souls.
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I like both, myself.

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[quote]“Oh yes!” Nalia enthusiastically exclaimed. She smiled, a broad, dreaming smile. “Rabbits are ever so good at that sort of thing…it’s the fuzzy ears, you see.” She giggled, and gave her lover a long kiss on the lips. “Good thing Xzar is just as good with his…”[/quote]
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His... YES?
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Ears, maybe.

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By the way, sorry for being picky, but with this remark and the scene down below, I think the chapter merits a mature themes warning. Not that I haven't enjoyed it - did, did and did!
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I don't know - I think PG 13 implies that there might be allusions, although I could be mistaken. The way I see it is - if you're able to imagine something naughty, I haven't told you anything you don't already know.

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Abduh had returned, bearing a round glass fishbowl. And inside the bowl was a severed head, looking out through the glass with blank eyes as it used its own ears to propel itself around in circles. [/quote]
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*smug grin* So, I guessed it right!
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So you did!


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[quote]“Do you still need to feed him?” Jan asked, an interested expression on his face. “After all, he doesn’t have a belly any longer. Which is a rather interesting ailment to be faced with, come to think of it. It reminds me of my second-cousin Bessie Jansen who was partially minotaur, and had four bellies. You see, when she had to…”[/quote]
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Right. Forget I asked.
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[quote]As he was getting undressed, the ranger pondered the events of the day. Spending the night at a castle inhabited by necromancers and undead was still a highly unappealing prospect, but at least young Nalia seemed to be a pleasant enough lady, all things considered. That she was not only a mage, but a mage devoted to necromancy was a hard pill to swallow. Not to mention her being involved with that…that Xzar. But that relationship, odd as it might seem, wasn’t really his business. His business lay ahead, in Athkatla, and he wouldn’t have to wait much longer now. [/quote]
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Hey! He was getting undressed! I wanted to have a peek!
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*grin* Well, it's his POV, so that's a bit hard...he's not the sort to admire himself in mirrors, I think.


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“My darkling deadly one, the rattling of the bones in the empty halls beyond the walls of the universe grows silent with awe in your presence!” [/quote]
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Seems like their mouths are free, at least.
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For now!

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[quote]“Make some magic, my naughty necromancer love!”
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“Anything for you, my Precioussssss! Yesss, yesss, ourssssssss forever!” [/quote]
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Yay for hot Necromancer love!
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A bit more on that later.

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[quote]And then, the screams of terror started.
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Screams of terror? In the estate inhabited by undead, Necromancers, bones and Lloth knows what else? Strange. [/quote]

Not what you might expect at all, no.

[Laufey]

Busy busy busy, so you'll have to excuse the extreme brevity of the comments. Anyway:

Nalia & Xzar:

Aren't they cute?

Pink love spells and screaming:

You'll enjoy the result...I think.

[Weyoun]

“But you’ve hardly had anything!” Xzar protested. The tattooed necromancer was sitting next to Nalia on a puffy red loveseat, one of his arms wrapped around her waist and his head resting on her shoulder. “Look, you’ve barely touched the liver patty, and Mommy always used to say that if you don’t finish what’s on your plate, then the daisy-shaped tentacled beasts from the Great Beyond will come creeping out from under your bed, and the noises they make will be as those of a thousand souls screaming in agony!”

“Your mother said that?” Zaerini asked, and she looked rather wide-eyed.

Pretty weird mum.

“No, no, no, no!” Xzar tittered. “No grave for Isaea, no, no. Although that sounds like a fun game…we must remember that! There could be points given for which parts you manage to find too.”

Sorta like 'pin the tail on the Isaea?'

“Do you like it?” Xzar asked. “It was a tricksy business reanimating him, oh yes, but I think even the Great And Powerful Old Ones couldn’t have done better, what with them having so many eyes and so few fingers for the sewing.”

“Um…charming…” Zaerini said, and she was inching backwards in her chair, while not taking her eyes off the swimming head.

You'd think the Old Ones would have better things to do.

Here, the gnome was interrupted by a tinkling sound as a cup of tea fell over, and a spoon clattered to the floor. Mazzy’s hand was racing across the table, as fast as it could go, and now it jumped onto the rim of the fishbowl, balancing precariously. It dipped one dainty finger into the water, and then startled when Isaea snapped after it.

“Aw, the poor little thingy!” Nalia exclaimed, cradling the trembling hand to her chest. “Did the mean, bad, nasty old Isaea scare you? I won’t let him hurt you, I promise!” She patted the hand reassuringly, and it settled down in the crook of her arm.

A gleeful shout of ‘Look Monty, the hipbone’s connected to the legbone! I score an extra ten points!’ sounded from outside, and although Valygar suspected he really didn’t want to see what was going on, he was still unable to help himself. Xzar was leaping and cavorting all over the courtyard, carrying a shovel. Now and then he paused to dig a hole in the ground, and to pull something out of it. Nalia was walking along after him, playing a flute. The piping was shrill, annoying and highly unpleasant, and reminded Valygar of some poor animal caught in a trap. Finally there was a halfling, who was dragging his feet in a way that fairly screamed ‘sulking’. He was also dragging a cart, onto which Xzar would toss his findings. There was quite a heap of skeletal remains on it already.

LOL! I bet that'll make Valygar nervous.

Two hours later, Valygar was still tossing and turning, trying to catch as much as a moment’s sleep. It turned out that the bedroom of his hosts was situated directly above him. It also turned out that the hunt for buried bodyparts had made them rather…frisky. You wouldn’t have thought it from looking at Xzar, but the man was apparently very tenacious. Valygar ground his teeth together as the noises began again.

“Oh Xzar!”

“Oh Nalia!”

“Oh Xzar!”

“Oh Nalia!”

“You drive me wild with mad desire and weird urges!”

“My darkling deadly one, the rattling of the bones in the empty halls beyond the walls of the universe grows silent with awe in your presence!”

Cara mia!

“Make some magic, my naughty necromancer love!”

“Anything for you, my Precioussssss! Yesss, yesss, ourssssssss forever!”

I'm scarred for life now.

Laska : *Carefully rates Xzar and Nalia's performances, writes on scorecard and holds up a 9.8*

Wincing, Valygar pulled the pillow back in place, trying to shut the world, or at least the part of it containing necromancers, out. However, this proved a little hard, as within the next few seconds the world shook.

The ceiling above started glowing with pink magical light; there was the sensation of all noises slowing down into long, rubbery groans, and Valygar’s stomach lurched violently, caught as he was on the very fringe of the spell. There was a pressure building behind his eyes, as if something was trying to burst out of his skull, and his skin suddenly felt too small to contain him. Then, as abruptly as it had started, the sensation subsided, leaving behind only a faint tingling in his skin.

For a moment, Valygar simply lay there, clutching his sheets as he stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t glowing any longer, and all was silent above.

And then, the screams of terror started.

Ey?

[Laufey]

“Your mother said that?” Zaerini asked, and she looked rather wide-eyed.

Pretty weird mum.

Xzar's memory isn't entirely accurate.

“No, no, no, no!” Xzar tittered. “No grave for Isaea, no, no. Although that sounds like a fun game…we must remember that! There could be points given for which parts you manage to find too.”

Sorta like 'pin the tail on the Isaea?'

Sort of, yes.

A gleeful shout of ‘Look Monty, the hipbone’s connected to the legbone! I score an extra ten points!’ sounded from outside, and although Valygar suspected he really didn’t want to see what was going on, he was still unable to help himself. Xzar was leaping and cavorting all over the courtyard, carrying a shovel. Now and then he paused to dig a hole in the ground, and to pull something out of it. Nalia was walking along after him, playing a flute. The piping was shrill, annoying and highly unpleasant, and reminded Valygar of some poor animal caught in a trap. Finally there was a halfling, who was dragging his feet in a way that fairly screamed ‘sulking’. He was also dragging a cart, onto which Xzar would toss his findings. There was quite a heap of skeletal remains on it already.

LOL! I bet that'll make Valygar nervous.

Poor man.

“My darkling deadly one, the rattling of the bones in the empty halls beyond the walls of the universe grows silent with awe in your presence!”

Cara mia!

¨

Mon amour!

“Anything for you, my Precioussssss! Yesss, yesss, ourssssssss forever!”

I'm scarred for life now.

Laska : *Carefully rates Xzar and Nalia's performances, writes on scorecard and holds up a 9.8*

We're talking mad, unfettered passion here!

For a moment, Valygar simply lay there, clutching his sheets as he stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t glowing any longer, and all was silent above.

And then, the screams of terror started.

Ey?

You'll find out.

[Laufey]

“More tea?” Nalia asked, smiling sweetly. “It’s Auntie Delcia’s special kind.”

Do we want to know?

Probably not.

“Rabbits?” Valygar asked. He didn’t really want to know, but he was unable to help himself. Could this madman possibly be related to Jan? He’s taller of course…are there such things as half-gnomes? Am I going insane myself to even be thinking this?

Hehe... it's contagious Spend some time in the party and bye sanity.

Pretty much, yes.

A zombie butler. I’m having tea with two necromancers and their zombie butler.

ROFL! I wonder how Sarry is going to react when he first meets the family friends (without trying to lop their head off and vice versa, I mean). He must have fond memories from the time when Xzar and Monty tried to make him fall love with Abduh.

LOL! Oh dear...I think I'd better not let Sarry meet them.

“Not too shabby, I suppose,” Edwin admitted. “Although I prefer conjured creatures myself, they don’t drip unsightly fluids all over the carpets, unlike the undead.” He reached out his hand to tap on the glass. The head startled, then paddled backwards, a stream of bubbles emerging from its mouth.

I love the casual tone of the conversation.

This is Edwin after all, he's not squeamish.

“Yes,” Nalia admitted. “Isaea never was hugely handsome, I’m afraid. But I still think death becomes him, at least now he’s wonderfully quiet and polite.”

So many people who can be improved by making them undead. Isaea, Mazzy, Abduh...

Ashley...though I have other plans for him, of course.

“Er, Nalia?” Zaerini said. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to make you a suggestion. See, the ‘Thingy’ here could really use a new home…”

YESSS!

She'll be happy here, honestly.

A gleeful shout of ‘Look Monty, the hipbone’s connected to the legbone! I score an extra ten points!’ sounded from outside, and although Valygar suspected he really didn’t want to see what was going on, he was still unable to help himself. Xzar was leaping and cavorting all over the courtyard, carrying a shovel. Now and then he paused to dig a hole in the ground, and to pull something out of it. Nalia was walking along after him, playing a flute. The piping was shrill, annoying and highly unpleasant, and reminded Valygar of some poor animal caught in a trap. Finally there was a halfling, who was dragging his feet in a way that fairly screamed ‘sulking’. He was also dragging a cart, onto which Xzar would toss his findings. There was quite a heap of skeletal remains on it already.

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