Orangey's Campaign

[Orangey]

OODMC: Well, it depends on whether he chooses to be neutral and acts to maintain balance, or if he just feels no inclination to any alignment. If the atter is the case, then this is an entirely appropriate action, as long as he doesn't perform similar ones too frequently.

[Silfedac]

OOC: I hope he doesn't. Killing innocents isn't cool.

[SpriteMeister]

OOC: True that. Which is why...
"We should help him out. It won't hurt us any to wait a few more hours." *mutters something about decent people getting screwed by those in power*

OOC: Sorry I took so long, everyone, I just got me a DS, and have been playing it all afternoon.

[Orangey]

OODMC: Schweet. What games didja get?

"Oh, thank you good sirs. Bless you. Bless you all." At the last word, the beggar surreptitiously glances at Grey Fox.

"All right, if we're going to do this, we need to set up a hostel. My grove is too far away to be viable, do any of you have a house near here? Incidentally, I will need an assistant. Do any of you have any experience healing?"

[Silfedac]

"I personally do not have a house, and I do not believe that anyone else here has one. However, the mayor and his cohorts are still nearby, and we might be able to gain use of one of their houses."

[Orangey]

"Mmm... I doubt that. As it is, we're supposed to be exploring the cave, not tending to beggars. They may well be displeased... I suppose if no-one owns a house, we can take him to my grove. It's an hour's travel from here by foot, maybe more if we're taking him with us. I guess if there's no other option..."

[SpriteMeister]

*remains silent*

OOC: I only have Yoshi's Island DS so far...

[Silfedac]

"Considering the rest of us, it looks like Grey will be carrying him. Are you up to it?"

[Orangey]

"No, I can carry myself... You're already doing enough for me...

[SpriteMeister]

OOC: Umm, it's kind of hard to read the beige. It wouldn't kill anyone to re-use NPC colors. (I mean, I think we could tell the difference between the beggar and Zvastic Rarve, even without different text colors, you know?)

[Silfedac]

OOC: You see, that is EXACTLY what I'm sayin'.

[Orangey]

OODMC: Wow, I never actually looked at the beige. I'll change that.

[SpriteMeister]

OOC: Thanks in advance.

[Silfedac]

OOC: THANK YOU! The dark red is SO MUCH easier to read! EXCESSIVE CAPS are a lot OF FUN!

[Solid Snake]

Make me touch that deseised Son of a Biscuit imma start throwing sharp objects at him, and if you need me i'm in my Box, come to any tavern and say this: "La Li Lu Le Lo" and i'll be there in a few minutes.

[Orangey]

OODMC: Remember, if you're going to do some-thing, indicate it. Say, for instance, Grey Fox walks back in the direction of a tavern, or whatever. As is, all you've done is say what ou've said, not done any of it.

[Solid Snake]

OOC: sorry

[Orangey]

"Yes, well, that's very helpful. Thank you. Are we going to do this or not? We need to get moving if we're traveling all the way to my grove." Druid bends down and helps the beggar up. "We've got a ways to go."

[Silfedac]

"Right, then. Onward to the grove!" says Jack. Then he remembers that he doesn't know where the grove is. Red-faced, he turns to the druid and whispers, "Which way to your grove?"

[Orangey]

"We're at the correct gate right now. It's about an hour's walk south-east of here. I'll take the lead."

DM: Okay, we need to decide marching order. Druid is in front, followed by the beggar. Every-one else is:

[SpriteMeister]

Trilgat slips to the back of the group.

[Silfedac]

Jack walks behind the beggar, ensuring that he doesn't fall.

[Orangey]

DM: All right, Snake, we need to know what you're doing and where you're going. Make sure to separate your dialogue and the text telling us what you are doing.

[Solid Snake]

As I said i'm going to hide out. I told you how to find me and hope you won't need me for a while...Walks to dark alley way. *voice in the wind*remember...any tavern... La Li Lu Le Lo... ... ...

[SpriteMeister]

*voice in the wind*remember...any tavern... La Li Lu Le Lo... ... ...

OOC: Wow, the voice in Fox's head sounds a lot like Trilgat's.

[Orangey]

DM: All righty then. Having lost a character on the first side-quest, you set off. The country-side is resplendent with the native plant-life, pleasantly warm with-out being sweltering, and apparently devoid of any-thing dangerous or ravening. As you walk (slowly, for the sake of the beggar), Druid says,
"I figure if we're going to be fighting side-by-side against the savage forces of Obad-Hai-knows-what in the claustrophobic recesses of a probably unstable cave crafted by magic wrouht from an un-known and probably wholly evil source, I feel we should at least know a little about each other. I guess I'll start.
I've lived here on Rienserieux for my whole life. I used to live farther up north, in the village of Città del Villaggio. That's where I was born. How-ever, when I started my training, I moved to... Well, I can't tell non-druids, but suffice to say, it wasn't in Città. Once I became fully vested, I was given charge of the grove here near Ordburg. We haven't had the numbers to keep any-one here full-time for years; It's not exactly a hot-bed of un-natural activity. But, lately, our numbers have been growing, and we've actually had the man-power to start occupying all the old ley-lines, and that's why I'm here."

[Solid Snake]

OOC: And how long is this going to take?

[Orangey]

OODMC: No idea. It all depends on the players and my dice rolls. Even when things are done, it's totally up to them whether or not to seek you out... I wouldn't have left if it was me. Keep checking up, though. Plus, I'll PM you when your character comes back.

[Solid Snake]

Fox gets bored...This slurps!!! Maybe if I stalk the group for a while...You know where they are right?Yes I know where they are.... Stupid hallucinations...(Follows Group)(In a box)

[Silfedac]

"Alright, I guess it's my turn. There's not much to tell. Ten years ago, I woke up in a bed. My head was bandaged, and there was an old man standing over me. Said he'd found me lying on his doorstep. Turned out he was an old master of arcane magic, and he agreed to train me to become a wizard. I don't remember anything up to that point, and the only clue I have to my past is a birthmark in the shape of a rose on my back. That old man was my family until two months ago, when he died. After that, I set out adventuring in hopes to find out more about my past."