> “Ow. Ow. Ow.”
Ah... A beginning like that doesn't fill me with confidence, Jan!
> “Don't be so hard-hearted, Jarran. That lava pit nearly burned my boots
> off.”
*sings* I'm walking on sunshine... *Starts dodging airborne cacti*
> “By Uncle Scratchy's pointed beard! An Ioun Stone! And I missed it.”
Jan : D'oh! That happened to my uncle Albert as well, you see. He had an ant-farm, you see? But not one of those little ant-farms you had on your nightstand as a kid. No, I'm talking ants the size of a horse! Regular gi-ants, for sure! They had very nice characters and were very easy to housebreak. And, oh so industrious! Why, they could hold entire barrels of turnipwine in those pincers they've got! Would have worked out perfectly fine, if uncle Albert didn't miss that stop-sign. In the chaos of the traffic-jam that followed, Albert's convoy of ants started to dig tunnels to escape. Eventually, the whole damn city fell into the earth... The gi-ants now live peacefully on the moonshae isles and sip Tequila at a regular basis while uncle Albert will be paying restitution until two centuries after his death...
Weyoun : Ermm, isn't it scary who that little story just popped into my head? Am I weird?
> Anomen looked up from his studies. “It is only what your avarice deserves,
> gnome.” The group was resting in the room past the lava pit, and he was
> diligently trying to decipher the religious papers that they had
> discovered. “Now be quiet while I try to read this.”
*grumbles, then tossed brick against Anomen's helmet when he isn't looking*
> “Not long enough, it would seem,” Anomen muttered under his breath.
Grrrrrr... Go on, Mazzy! SMASH HIS FACE IN!!!
> Mazzy turned bright red as Valygar scowled. “Why don't you cease this
> sniping, Anomen?” the ranger snapped. “Mazzy has a heroic reputation in
> this part of Amn. On the other hand, I had never heard of you.”
> It was Anomen's turn to blush. “I do not require adulation. I am content
> to serve Helm and the Order.”
Really? What about those stories about the slaying of those giants and the orcs you kept repeating again and again, Ano?
> “You are no paladin and no knight, and I am tired of your delusions.”
> “You are only a youth, so I shall let your insults melt away. But no true
> knight would speak such things.”
Woohoo! You go, girl!
> Jarran leapt to his feet in surprise. “Anomen, are you all right?”
> The knight staggered to his feet, blood running from his nose. “She
> tripped me! The little witch tripped me!”
Strike TWO!!!
> “Is it my fault you do not look where you put your feet, you clumsy oaf?”
> “You…!” Anomen started to charge at her, but Jarran stepped in between
> them.
Strike THREE! You're out, tin-canned helm-boy!
> “But you don't know that, Anomen. We don't know enough about her to know
> if Arvoreen put her through tests or set some sort of rules for her to
> follow.”
> “Perhaps… perhaps you are right.”
> “Mazzy seems like a good person, and she is devoted to her goddess.
> Couldn't she become a paladin one day?”
> Anomen seemed startled at the idea, but looked thoughtful. “There have
> never been halfling paladins before, but… that is in the hands of the
> gods. If the halfling gods decide that they wish to have paladins serving
> them, then I suppose such a thing is possible.”
Long live the gods of 3E, eh? Although I've heard rumors that Vecna did it.
> “Anomen, you're my friend. I want you to stay in our group. That's why I'm
> giving you a chance to mend your ways. Almost anyone else I would have
> kicked in the pants and sent on their way.”
Ermmm, shouldn't that be 'anyone else I know...'?
> “Yes. It is the sensible thing to do. Let me gather my things, and I will
> trouble you no more.”
> “Mazzy, I said it was the obvious way to deal with it. I didn't say that I
> was actually going to ask you to leave.”
> “I…I don't understand.”
> “I know that you have been through quite a lot, and that's why I'm willing
> to give you a second chance. And I want you to give Anomen another
> chance.”
Whoa, Jarran has a tight grip on his group, eh? Laska would have pushed Anomen for extra effect, if Mazzy would trip in and Karis is way too much of a democratic leader to have such control over his group like Jarran had.
> Mazzy looked indignant. “Too easy? Does he know what it is like to try to
> walk the path of a paladin when none take you seriously?”
And when everyone thinks you're cute? (well, she IS cute, you know?)
> “I am grateful to you. Badon and Dettseh have been relieved of their duty
> and crossed over, and I will join them soon. I have a gift for you,
> Lightbringer, Man of the Twilight of our Lord. Before you lies the den of
> a shadow dragon. This wardstone will allow you to pass the beast untouched
> if you so choose. If you choose to fight the creature, then the wardstone
> will assure that you will surprise the dragon. You have great strength,
> Lightbringer. The choice is yours.” She held out a small black and gray
> stone.
Ah, another Drake! Fun, fun, fun!
> “Because you carry the Light of the Keeper of the Eternal Sun in your
> soul. You sit at his right hand and bring the servants of the Light hope.
> All hail the Lightbringer, blessed of Amaunator! May the Light be forever
> victorious.” With that, the spirit faded away, leaving nothing behind, not
> even her bones.
> Jarran looked at the others, who were staring at him with puzzled
> expressions. Slowly he said, “Why do I get the strange feeling I've just
> been worshipped?”
LOL! Great story! (Now where's that dragon?)
---Weyoun