Re: DIS: Kniffordly happenings
Oscarosaurus, being of the Dinotopia model, is fluent in the language we're all using [English OOG, who knows what in-game] - except that as a herd animal, Oscarosaurus has trouble with singular pronouns. Please read Oscarosaurus's posts as if they were being said by a 100kg parrot talking in the baritone range. A no-longer-abandoned monastery habited by unusual monks sounds like a job for an Adventurer Party. Oscarosaurus isn't too worried about threats to tear off heads, due to having a substantial neck frill and somewhat thick hide. However Oscarosaurus is no adventurer. Oscarosaurus asks the woman which road leads to Oscar's Mire and what might be on that road. Then he scratches his back against a tree and looks for a good place to sleep -- good natural defenses from large predators, fresh water, lots of open space for singing. Because one ought to sing every day. OscarMeyr
Re: DIS: Kniffordly happenings
(I might be mistaken, but the woman is talking to Pythagorclid and DN, not Oscarosaurus, correct? Are you meaning that you overhear this and approach us to ask?) On Fri, Oct 31, 2014 at 10:40 AM, Benjamin Schultz ben.dov.schu...@gmail.com wrote: Oscarosaurus, being of the Dinotopia model, is fluent in the language we're all using [English OOG, who knows what in-game] - except that as a herd animal, Oscarosaurus has trouble with singular pronouns. Please read Oscarosaurus's posts as if they were being said by a 100kg parrot talking in the baritone range. A no-longer-abandoned monastery habited by unusual monks sounds like a job for an Adventurer Party. Oscarosaurus isn't too worried about threats to tear off heads, due to having a substantial neck frill and somewhat thick hide. However Oscarosaurus is no adventurer. Oscarosaurus asks the woman which road leads to Oscar's Mire and what might be on that road. Then he scratches his back against a tree and looks for a good place to sleep -- good natural defenses from large predators, fresh water, lots of open space for singing. Because one ought to sing every day. OscarMeyr
Re: DIS: Kniffordly happenings
(Disregard, I apparently didn't read the whole thing.) On Fri, Oct 31, 2014 at 1:48 PM, Nich Del Evans nich...@gmail.com wrote: (I might be mistaken, but the woman is talking to Pythagorclid and DN, not Oscarosaurus, correct? Are you meaning that you overhear this and approach us to ask?) On Fri, Oct 31, 2014 at 10:40 AM, Benjamin Schultz ben.dov.schu...@gmail.com wrote: Oscarosaurus, being of the Dinotopia model, is fluent in the language we're all using [English OOG, who knows what in-game] - except that as a herd animal, Oscarosaurus has trouble with singular pronouns. Please read Oscarosaurus's posts as if they were being said by a 100kg parrot talking in the baritone range. A no-longer-abandoned monastery habited by unusual monks sounds like a job for an Adventurer Party. Oscarosaurus isn't too worried about threats to tear off heads, due to having a substantial neck frill and somewhat thick hide. However Oscarosaurus is no adventurer. Oscarosaurus asks the woman which road leads to Oscar's Mire and what might be on that road. Then he scratches his back against a tree and looks for a good place to sleep -- good natural defenses from large predators, fresh water, lots of open space for singing. Because one ought to sing every day. OscarMeyr
Re: DIS: Kniffordly happenings
Pythagorclid considers the woman's story and tells em e is a traveler and knows nothing about the happenings of Knifford. However, Pythagorclid also recognizes that worshippers or dark and mysterious powers often have secret knowledge. Of course, knowledge of the secret variety is rarely given up without a fight, especially by the evil sort. Pythagorclid looks the other traveler (DN) up and down and says to em, You look the adventuring sort. Would you like to investigate these potentially evil priests? I'm sure there'll be booze, babes, and beds for us at the inn if we help the town out. Of course Pythagorclid has no use of female- or alcohol-based distractions, but e is well aware of the three B's of adventuring. Pythagorclid then zones out and counts the number of stones on the road. --nichdel On Thu, Oct 30, 2014 at 8:03 PM, Tanner Swett tannersw...@gmail.com wrote: On Oct 30, 2014, at 3:43 AM, Jonatan Kilhamn wrote: On 30 October 2014 04:45, Tanner Swett tannersw...@gmail.com wrote: On Oct 24, 2014, at 2:02 PM, Jonatan Kilhamn wrote: I punch the Bard in the face. Inside the inn, we find the Bard and some unknown character, whom we designate AQ. The Bard is singing merrily, and AQ, evidently growing impatient with eir singing voice, punches the Bard in the face, giving em a black eye and a nosebleed. (Attack roll: d20 - 19. Armor class: 10. Hit for d3 - 2 nonlethal damage. Hit points: 3 out of 3. Nonlethal damage points: 2.) Hey! the innkeeper roars at AQ. What the hell do you think you're doing? You need to leave, right now! I (that is, AQ) leave right now. I hang around the general vicinity, intending to be present wherever something interesting happens next (dunno if that requires a skill or move or something like that). AQ walks out of the room, and the innkeeper seems reluctantly satisfied. The Bard makes a full recovery. On Oct 30, 2014, at 2:27 PM, Benjamin Schultz wrote: Oscarosaurus grazes in the farmland near the inn. E tries to determine if the strange music has a good STOMP beat. (It's hard to enjoy music any other way when you lack opposable thumbs or nimble ankles.) I could be mistaken, but I don't believe the Bard's music is quite that style of music. A woman in eir sixties, with messy white hair and a gaunt face, is walking down the road to Knifford, with a preoccupied expression. E comes across DN and Pythagorclid and stops and sighs. You two wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you? e asks. You probably know about the old monastery about an hour's walk to the north of here. It's been abandoned for the past thirty years. I don't know why they left—I was there one day and they were there, and I came back again later and they were gone. Anyway, I guess some new people have moved in. I don't think they're good news. I only saw one of them when I was there today. I figured they'd be friendly folk—after all, the old monks, worshippers of Luss, were. So I asked the person I saw how they were doing, and e just said they were fine and wanted to be left alone. I asked if e was a worshipper of Luss, and e just got angry. E said that I'd better leave right away, or else e'd tear my head off! I hope e was joking, but in any case, I didn't stick around. I've heard about evil priests and their rituals. If these new monks are that sort, I shudder to think what they might be up to. After finishing here, the woman goes by the inn and mentions the same thing to Oscarosaurus, AQ, and the Bard. (Presumably the mailing list posts about these discussions will come out of chronological order. Even though the woman finishes her discussion with DN and Pythagorclid before she ever meets the other player characters, these threads can all happen simultaneously.) —the Warrigal
DIS: Kniffordly happenings
On Oct 30, 2014, at 3:43 AM, Jonatan Kilhamn wrote: On 30 October 2014 04:45, Tanner Swett tannersw...@gmail.com wrote: On Oct 24, 2014, at 2:02 PM, Jonatan Kilhamn wrote: I punch the Bard in the face. Inside the inn, we find the Bard and some unknown character, whom we designate AQ. The Bard is singing merrily, and AQ, evidently growing impatient with eir singing voice, punches the Bard in the face, giving em a black eye and a nosebleed. (Attack roll: d20 - 19. Armor class: 10. Hit for d3 - 2 nonlethal damage. Hit points: 3 out of 3. Nonlethal damage points: 2.) Hey! the innkeeper roars at AQ. What the hell do you think you're doing? You need to leave, right now! I (that is, AQ) leave right now. I hang around the general vicinity, intending to be present wherever something interesting happens next (dunno if that requires a skill or move or something like that). AQ walks out of the room, and the innkeeper seems reluctantly satisfied. The Bard makes a full recovery. On Oct 30, 2014, at 2:27 PM, Benjamin Schultz wrote: Oscarosaurus grazes in the farmland near the inn. E tries to determine if the strange music has a good STOMP beat. (It's hard to enjoy music any other way when you lack opposable thumbs or nimble ankles.) I could be mistaken, but I don't believe the Bard's music is quite that style of music. A woman in eir sixties, with messy white hair and a gaunt face, is walking down the road to Knifford, with a preoccupied expression. E comes across DN and Pythagorclid and stops and sighs. You two wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you? e asks. You probably know about the old monastery about an hour's walk to the north of here. It's been abandoned for the past thirty years. I don't know why they left—I was there one day and they were there, and I came back again later and they were gone. Anyway, I guess some new people have moved in. I don't think they're good news. I only saw one of them when I was there today. I figured they'd be friendly folk—after all, the old monks, worshippers of Luss, were. So I asked the person I saw how they were doing, and e just said they were fine and wanted to be left alone. I asked if e was a worshipper of Luss, and e just got angry. E said that I'd better leave right away, or else e'd tear my head off! I hope e was joking, but in any case, I didn't stick around. I've heard about evil priests and their rituals. If these new monks are that sort, I shudder to think what they might be up to. After finishing here, the woman goes by the inn and mentions the same thing to Oscarosaurus, AQ, and the Bard. (Presumably the mailing list posts about these discussions will come out of chronological order. Even though the woman finishes her discussion with DN and Pythagorclid before she ever meets the other player characters, these threads can all happen simultaneously.) —the Warrigal