RPG Pandora's Box

[Guest cloricus]

Way OOC: I WON FIVE BUCKS. YAY!!!!!

*[[I]Enron is still walking.[/I]]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Steal my lines why don't you... I bet nobody expected to hear that I had ever said anything like that!

Zaltazar: Yes, that would explain things. And yes, I do understand.

Alastuin: And that you know, it would be best if I left.

[I]She starts to remove, but is held bck by Zaltazar. As she turns in the darkness, wondering what he could want, she is surprised by his hand snaking around behind her neck, pulling her face towards his. After softly kissing her for a while, he lets go of her, allowing her to regain her breath (OOC: Sound familiar?).[/I]

Alastuin: Now that didn't rally surprise me for some reason.

Zaltazar: I shold hope not, my love.

[I]Alastuin's startled remark is cut off by Zaltazar's mouth. After a few minutes of the more intense kissing, she breaks off again.[/I]

Alastuin: Hold it. How far is this going.

Zaltazar: No further than you want it to.[/color][/font]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]OOC: Hell yeah.
[I]Alastuin considers this for a while, and then finds Zaltazars face again with her hand and kisses him again, hard. He replies the and this continues until light begins to show itself again, and their surroundings are revealed. They are sitting on a pile of rubble, the walls of the dwarven maze flattened to about ten metres radius. This opens up about thirty passages of entrance, all arranged neatly around them in a cirle. However, there is one section of rubble that dips significantly lower than the rest. Alastuin stands and walks around to the other side of it, examining it carefully. [/I]

Alastuin: Oh my god, come and look at this!

[I]Zaltazar stands and walks over to Alastuin. The depression in the rubble proves to be an entrance to a staircase, decending well below the floor of the maze. They consider it in facination.[/I]

Alastuin: Well, wasn't that last incedent a blessing.

Zaltazar: What, the earthquake thingy?

Alastuin: Yes. [I](under her breath)[/I] In more ways than one...

[I]Zaltazar hears this and takes her into his arms once more. Five minutes or so later, they hear heavy foot steps approaching from the east. After a silent agreement, Alastuin runs down a corridor and grabs an unlit torch from the wall while Zaltazar gathers the belongings they dropped during the dissention. They decend into the passageway and run silnetly for a while, before stopping still and waiting to see if they were being followed. Only then did they resume kissing.[/I][/font][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Well, that helps.

[I]After a period of intense kissing, Alastuin's hands start to roam around under Zaltazar's shirt. Startled, he pulls back.[/I]

Zaltazar: How far is this going?

Alastuin: As far as you want it to. Or perhaps a little further than that.

Zaltazar: I'd be willing to go at least as far as you would, but is this really the best time or place?

Alastuin: Quit complaining.

Zaltazar: I'm serious. Personally, i say we get out of this cave and go find an inn or something.

Alastuin: Why an inn?

[I]Zaltazar looks at her steadily for a while before she gets the point. She lowers her eyes slightly, blushing.[/I]

Zaltazar: As I thought.[/color][/font]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Alastuin: Well, it's funny you mentioned an inn because I know a good one about three minutes walk from here...

Zaltazar: Ha ha.

Alastuin: I am sick of this stupid labyrinth. Now, this tunnel is wither a way directly in, or a way directly out.

Zaltazar: Could be both.

Alastuin: Perhaps. I don't think we shoulg go any further without finding the others...

[I]OOC: Hey, how's this for plot twisting, Eddie?

Suddenly, Enron and Rogan run down the stairs and into Zaltazar and Alastuin.[/I]

Enron: Are we interrupting anything?

Alastuin: Just a conversation as to which way we should go.

Rogan: I say we stay in the tunnel. There are alot of naga out there, and some wierd flying bug things...

Zaltazar: So, in or out?

Enron: I say in.

Alastuin: Out. Definately out.

Zaltazar: But considering the only reason you want to get out is so you can -

Alastuin: I wouldn't go any further if I were you.

Zaltazar:.... - get pissed, I think they hold sway.

Alastuin: But the only reason he wants to go in is so he can get trasure to buy drink to get pissed.

Enron: I'm right here, you know.

Rogan: If what is out there now is bad, which it is, then what it guarding the center is worse. And I'm sick of sleeping on stone.

Enron: I think a dead one of those bugs would make a fine pillow....

Rogan/Alastuin/Zaltazar: Out.

Enron: Hehehe, it's agreed...

[I]The four travellers set off at a run down the dark corridor, away from the center of the maze.[/I][/font][/color]

[Guest cloricus]

OOC: [I]My turn![/I]

*[[I]Suddenly a vortex opens up under neath them, but they do not fall. Stone starts to be sucked in to the vortex. Smack! Alastuin is hit by a chunk and sent flying though. Immediately Zaltazar does a swimming motion and falls through.[/I]]

Enron looks at Rogan: Are you staying for the show or coming for the ride?

*[[I]Enron swims down after the other two though the portal. Then hits solid ground only to find an inn keeper with some sort of pitch fork.[/I]]

Inn Keeper with fork pointed at the group: What do you want enchanted ones.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Inkeeper, I want this plot to stay, wait, I'm OOC, sorry people... Alright then people. This is how to twist a storyline.

Zaltazar: Well, we could do with a room. Or better yet two.

Enron: Or better yet three.

Innkeeper: Three rooms. Alright, that's 12 silver imperials.

Zaltazar: That's outright theivery!

Innkeeper: So? You're crazy if you think you get out of this for free just because the warlock dumped you into my inn.

Alastuin: What! The warlock dumped us here!

Innkeeper: Yeah. The warlock and us folks round here got this little agreement. We don't bother him, and he can get rid of annoyances like your here selves by dumping them in my inn. It gets me here some business, and the warlock is free to go kill them all other people.

Zaltazar: Rednecks. I'm in an inn full of rednecks.

Innkeeper: Your in an inn? Why, that sounds mighty strange to me boy.

Zaltazar: That's it. I'm gone.

Innkeeper: I don't think so.

[I]Zaltazar turns to leave, only to realise there isn't a door.[/I]

Innkeeper: You don't leave until you pay your board fees.

Zaltazar: This warlock and I are going to have words about this.

Innkeeper: Well, you can speak with him if ya like, but I don't think he'll be changing price none. He'll be by later if you'd like a little chat.

Zaltazar: Good.

[I]With a sigh, Zaltazar hands over the money, and a door materialises in one of the walls.[/I]

Innkeeper: I've seen that so many times, and it still don't some natural to me.

[I]Zaltazar stalks pasts him out the door, appearing in the strangest common room. It is at least a mile across, and contains just about every life form on the planet. Nearby, a purple clad octopus like creatures, that Zaltazar recognises as an Ilthilid introduces himself as the juxtaposition of monkeys and fish, and asks him where the chicken bones are.[/I]

Zaltazar: What?

The Juxtaposition Of Monkeys And Fish: It's this box I used to carry around, filled with chicken bones. At least, I think it was, I was never really sure.

Zaltazar: Why didn't you open it?

The Juxtaposition Of Monkeys And Fish: Me? Open a box like that? You must be joking! If people ever thought Pandora's Box was bad, what's a box full of chicken bones going to do to them!

Innkeeper: I don't rightly know why, but it seems that after some time here people all seem to be a little unright in the head ya know.

Zaltazar: I'll blame it on the accent.

Innkeeper: Now look here!

Zaltazar: Just shut up. And give me a room.

Innkeeper: I don't care for your tone boy!

[I]Zaltazar whirls on the innkeeper, his hand snaking out and taking the innkeeper by the throat. In a dangerously quiet voice, he repeats his request. Again, the innkeeper protests, and this time, Zaltazar spins and throws him into the crowd. Stalking after him, Zaltazar stands over him, and places a foot on his windpipe. The innkeeper hurriedly points to a small staircase. Zaltazar walks off.[/I]

Innkeeper: I don't know what he wanted. We ain't had nobody like that come in here for well nigh twenty years now, and we ain't had people wanting to use the rooms for even longer. I'll be.

[I]Bemused by the assorted life forms, Enron and Rogan start to mix with them, being startled by the profusion of apes, dragons, drakes, mymridions, wyrms, wyverns, goblins, orcs, trolls, ogres, nagas, nagazishnis, krakens, gryphons, minotaurs, centaurs, elves of all types, dwarves, kobolds, leprechauns, pixies, faeries, sidhe, angels, demons, devils, wraiths, ghosts, spirits, haunts, apparitions, poltergeists, giants, necromancers, diviners, enchanters, sorcerors, wizards, bards, poets, kalundais, chimeras, firbolgs, fomorians, winter wolves, lycanthropes, shadow stalkers, draconians, mermen, cyclopsi, battle mages, debased voodoo priests, knights, paladins, peddlers, basilisks, golems, gargoyles, hellhorns, zombies, revenants, vampyres, ghouls, ghasts, shades, spectres, banshees, lich, lichnee, arch lich, eye tyrants, maulgrym, mimics,mutations, mandrakes, rakshaskas, leshii, skeletons, elementals, sprites, efreets, afreets, imps, templars,colossuses, animated curaisses, skulker, skalds, mummies, cockatrices, wendigos, grendels, cultists, dinosaurs, pegasi, asperii, troglodytes, arenae, druids, clerics, conjurers, exorcists, alchemists, half-breeds, mechanical inventions, behemoths, mammoths, geomancers, seers, sages, witches, possessed, wights, succubi, incubi, vanati, unicorns, sirens, hybrids, wild beasts, etc (OOC: Sorry, I couldn't do anymore, no time), and are quickly lost in the crowd. Alastuin sighs, and follows Zaltazar up stairs. She finds him in the first room with a heavy bolt on the door, pacing back and forth. He looks up with scantly disguised irritation, which softens as he sees her. He does not however, stop pacing. Alastuin walks in and sits down on the bed, watching him walk back and forth for a while[/I]

Alastuin: What's with you.

[I]Zaltazar does not reply, but instead walks over and bolts the door. He then walks back over and sits next to Alastuin, placing an arm around her.[/I]

Zaltazar: Nothing I guess. I'm just annoyed at that whole thing. What are Enron an Rogan doing?

Alastuin: You saw the crowd out there. I'd say say they're trying to find something that can speak their language.

[I]Zaltazar sighs, and lies back on the bed, looking up at Alastuin.[/I]

Zaltazar: By the way, do you want this room? It's the only one with a lock.

Alastuin: Good.

[I]Alastuin uncerimoniously kicks Zaltazar off the bed, pulls the covers back, and gets in.[/I]

Alastuin: Warm. I'm rather tired, so I think I'll sleep for a while.

[I]Zaltazar again sighs, and starts to walk out.[/I]

Alastuin: Where are you going?

Zaltazar: I thought you were tired.

Alastuin: Not that tired.

[I]Zaltazar attempts to break the record for the most number of sighs in a short period of time, before walking back over and sitting on the edge of the bed. Alastuin pulls him down besides her, blowing out the candle and leaving them in darkness.[/I][/color][/font]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic][i]Alastuin wakes in the middle of the night with a start. She sits up, discovering herself to be entangled with another set of limbs just as naked as her own. Struggling to keep calm, she turns around and examines the face etched in pale moonlight on the pillow. Remembering suddenly, she sighs and lies back down, closing her eyes and falling back into a deep sleep, lulled by the rythmic breathing of the supreme being behind her.

Awaking the next morning, she finds Zaltazar to be gone. She stands and dresses quickly, securing her items under the bed and walking downstairs to the common room. The room is in a state of disarray, and there are inert bodies of many creatures lying throughout the wreckage. Walkin up to the bar, she converses with the barman.[/i]

Alastuin: What on earth happened here last night?

Barman: Fest'val of Beltane.

Alastuin: I see, so their all smashed, not dead.

Barman: Oh noh, sum of them prob'ly are. You know hoo the immortals like their cider.

Alastuin: So I've heard.

Barman: Ye don't surprise thee, those who decline the hund of the mistress Beltane will be kept awake by her followers.

Alastuin: Umm, well, actually... no, I didn't, um... hear anyhting last night....

Barman(chuckling): Oh, ye'd be making a bout oof riot ye'reself to miss the ruckus of last night!

Alastuin: Um, yeah... I.... hmmm.

[i]The barman looks at Alstuin suspiciously and decides to leave whatever it is alone. From the disarray of the common room a small figure emerges, an ale tankard balanced precariously on his head.[/i]

Enron: Hey lass, I missed you last night - didn't you come, or something?

Alastuin: yeah, I came.... for a while....

Enron: Well, I must have missed you. Lst night was a scream, eh?

Alastuin: I couldn't, um, agree with you more...

Enron: you ok?

Alastuin: Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit... you know...

Enron: Yeah, we're all a wee but shagged but -

Alastuin: What?!

Enron: Tired, we're all pretty tired.

Alstuin: Oh, never mind... I'm going back to bed.

[i]Alastuin walks back up the staircase to find Zaltazar in their room, cleaning his weapons. She collapses on the bed and sighs heavily.[/I][/font][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Alastuin: Where did you go?

Zaltazar: Nowhere really. I was on the roof.

Alastuin: Why were you there?

Zaltazar: I was proving that idiot innkeeper wrong. We can get out of here, it will just take a while.

Alastuin: What's the problem though? I mean, you look outside and see a normal landscape.

[I]Zaltazar sighs, and pulls out a throwing dagger. Walking over to the window, he throws it out. After about 30 metres, it just falls. Like it ran into a wall.[/I]

Zaltazar: That's an illusion. I caught a few snatches of conversation last night, and this place is caught under a timetrap. It's always Beltane here. That coupled with the sheer amount of ethanol consumed, well, you canunderstand why nobody leaves.

Alastuin: So how do we get out of here?

Zaltazar: I'm not sure yet. I have a feeling I'll stay a while first.

Alastuin: Why?

[I]Zaltazar looks meaningfully at the bed.[/I]

Alastuin: Oh. Yes. That. Ahem.

Zaltazar: I thought it would be something like that.[/font][/color]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Alastuin: But what are we going to do once we get out of here? Are we still going to go and find that guy, you know, the one with the box?

Zaltazar: I don't know... perhaps.

Alastuin(kneeling in front of him): And what about us?

Zaltazar: Don't say that.

Alastuin: I was just wondering if you had any plans, you know, or if this was just a luxury for you...

Zaltazar: This really was not meant to have happened. We are warriors, and our lives do not accomodate the issues of marriage and children.

Alastuin: WHAT?!!?! Marriage and children? You were thinking we would get married and have [i]children[/i]??

Zaltazar: No, I thought that's what you wanted...

Alastuin: Me? God no... I would never sacrifice pure bloodlust for eternal devotion to another person. It's too much like tying yourself down.

Zaltazar: And children?

Alastuin: I hate children.

Zaltazar: I like you more and more every day, you know that?

Alastuin: I do now.
[/font][/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson][I]After half an hour of... ahem, getting more acquainted with each other... they are interrupted by a knock. After some frantic shuffling, the door is opened, and Enron and Rogan outside are surprised by their companion's state.[/I]

Zaltazar: Was there something?

Rogan: Come on, we're getting out of here.

Zaltazar: When?

Rogan: Now.

Zaltazar: Ah, my lost cathartic friend, this had better be worth it.

Rogan: What's your problem? Oh, by the way, we can't find Alastuin.

[I]There is a loud cough from inside the room. Enron and Rogan look at each other uncomfortably.[/I]

Enron: Oh. Um, sorry. But really, it's time to leave.

[I]Alastuin walks out, pausing to apprehend Zaltazar's arm, dragging him along with her. Enron and Rogan follow along nervously.[/I][/font][/color]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Alastuin: Well, how are we going to get out of here, exactly?

Enron: Easy, we pay.

Alastuin: Pay what? And with what? And... what?

Enron: I figured it out last night, we simply pick everyone's pockets and pay our way out of here.

Zaltazar: That won't work, you know.

Enron: It will if we pay him under the table...

Alastuin: Um, why?

Enron: I don't know, it just does. Paying him outright might not seem as effective as paying him in secret. Then he REALLY feels he's getting something out of it. And it makes him feel that he'll get away with it...

Rogan: Which he won't, because as soon as he undoes the sheild thing we are going to kidnapp him and hijack the tavern.

Alastuin: That makes so much sense. [/color][/font][/I]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Zaltazar: You people do that if you want. I'll do it my way.

[I]Zaltazar walks over to the nearest window and climbs out, scaling the wall. A few minutes later, after much yelled swearing, they see him apparently walking down empty air, as if there were an invisible staircase. When he reaches the ground, he lights a small fire, pulls out a wineskin, and takes a long drink. Sitting back, he smiles slightly, willing to wait for the others.[/I][/font][/color]

[The Unholy Newt]

[i]After pickpocketing several tavern goers. The group of them go to pay their way out. Once the barkeep made the door reappear, Rogan quickly ripped out his rapier and neatly decapitated the Barkeep.[/i]

Enron: Congratulations Rogan, you now own a tavern.

[Guest cloricus]

[Color=teal]OOC: Hell, I?m sick of this story line, time for some fun. And to hell with grammar and spelling!

[I]As soon as the door is open Alastuin runs out side and after Zaltazar who is smiling back at her. Then out of nowhere, well really just out of the distance. But doesn?t it sound better when it says out of nowhere? ?Back to the story? ?Get ?off ?our ?ere d?irt ?fa?rm? they all say in unison. [/I]

Zaltazar looks at Alastuin: That isn?t what I think it is, is it?

Alastuin: Well at least it isn?t a one nostril, flock of seagulls hair cut and a mullet guy about to eat your big toe, if that?s any consultation?.?

Zaltazar: I though so?.

[B]?In the mean time back at the bar?[/B]

Rogan: Wow! I own a bar!

[I]Rogan turns around to face Enron to find only a fist coming towards him.[/I][B] *CABLAM* [/B][I]Rogan is on the floor holding his nose and freaky old batman music starts to play until Alastuin who is now in two places at once picks up the throwing sword that Zaltazar lost and throws it at a tape player that majically appeared and breaks it in two.[/I]

Alastuin: I can?t take that music!

[I]And with that Alastuin is back out side watching Zaltazar, who is inturn watching the advancing hicks, who are inturn looking at the Sony Flat Screen©® ad that has appeared on the side of the Inn.[/I]

They repeat
[I]?Get ?off ?our ?ere d?irt ?fa?rm?
?Get ?off ?our ?ere d?irt ?fa?rm?[/I]
Over and over until Zaltazar gets really, [I]really, really[/I] pissed?.

Zaltazar: Damn it. [B]I HATE HICKS AND REDNECKS![/B]

[I]Zaltazar pulls out a small box labelled ?[B]NEVER OPEN THE RED FISH![/B]? Suddenly all the hicks stop and start to become smart. ?Two plus two is three! Two plus two is three!? they chant.[/I]

Zaltazar: Meh! Close enough?

[I]Alastuin runs up to Zaltazar and [/I]Ahem? [[B]Four[/B] minutes later] [I]?they are on there way again, all of them, Zaltazar, Alastuin, Enron and some other guy with a bloody face who is holding a title deed of a Inn that is now filled with green and purple fish?[/I]

[I]Then just like the night before ([B]Just this time they aren?t stoned[/B]) a portal opens and they all fall though and some snail gets court to and transmutes with Rogan who becomes [/I]?[B]Super Mega Snail Guy![/B]?[I] who?s vocabulary in instantly taken down to one phrase ?[B]Snail Power![/B]?.[/I]

[B]*BAMM*[/B] [I]Then more dodgy batman music, but this time they can?t find it source and is sends them all crazy.
The snail in Rogan gets annoyed and retransmutes out of Rogan restoring his six-phrase vocabulary and wonders off.[/I]

Weird Guy Voice [[I]Which in accordance with the dodgy story line is the catdog, or what ever it was they were after in the first place?[/I]]: You are all going to die! [I]?Damn batman music.[/I]

[I]The music immediately turns off and every one becomes sane again.[/I]

Weird CatDog/Goblin thingy: As I was saying? ??You?re all going to die down here?
[OOC: Please don?t sue me for that line all I have is lint!]
[B]MAUHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA[/B] *Cough *Hack *Hag *Cough

OOC: Your turn! [/Color]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]OOC: Dear god, cloricus.

[i]Alastuin gets up and brushes off the sawdust that she was resting on the night before, because of course it is te following day, and the sun is cycling around the sky in big lazy circles because that is what it does best.
They are in a barn, and she is in the loft of the barn, used for storing haybales and copies of the Time magazine that are yet to be published, and, indeed, written. Alastuin wonders if this is heaven, but then when she realises that she will have to jump down from the twenty metre high loft that it really is a very **** place, and if this was heaven, she wanted no part of it.
She jumps off the loft and turns gracefully in the air, preparing herself for the landing. It is interrupted by a cow, in fact several stuffed cows, lying in a huge heap on the floor of the barn. Alastuin breathes a sigh of relief and picks up one of the toy cows, wondering why she didn't see them when she was looking down. Wondering where the others are, she looks around the barn and hears shuffling sounds coming from the loft above. They must be up there. Dammit. But luckily there is a tractor in the barn, and even though it has no use to her now, other than the use that she could drive it through the wall under the loft and it would come to her, it was a good omen all the same. With the tractor in mind, Alastuin joined up the soft, fluffy cows by the arms because they all had little patches of velcro on their hands, making of long line of cows holding hands and then attached a real cow to the end of it, that was the hard part - finding a real cow that had velcro on it's feet. But she found one, and using it as a weight, she threw the cow up onto the loft where it landed on it's side and fell straight through the floor and back down to the ground. But the chain of cows was nto long enough, and Alastuin was pulled into the air and up into the loft by the weight of the cow on the other end of the chain.
Once she was safely back in the loft, she found the others lying on haybales on the other side fo the loft. Alastuin went to wake them up.[/i]

Alastuin: Where are we?

Rogan: What? Huh.... we're in a barn. Hang on, why are we in a barn? Where's my tavern?

Zaltazar: Was that a cow I just saw land up here and go through the floor? And what was it that ti had joined to it's feet?

Alastuin: I see you were awake then.

Zaltazar: yes, I saw you wake up.

Alastuin: Well then why didn't you signal you were up here? I was looking for you.

Zaltazar: Oh, were you? I didn't realise.

Rogan: Anyway, back to the missing tavern.

Enron: Actually, I would rather like to know what the hell we are doing.

Zaltazar: I know what I'm doing......

[/color][/font]

[Guest cloricus]

[Color=teal]OOC: Damn this is fun, what did I tell you.

Enron: What are you doi....

[I]Enron doesn't bother to finish his sentence because it would be very hard for Zaltazar to answer from where his mouth is positioned relative to Alastuins.[/I]

[B]....MEAN WHILE IN THE EVIL CATDOG THINGS LAIR....[/B]

Catdog Goblin thingy: Where did they go?

Zaltazar now detached from Alatuin: Over here.

Catdog Cow thingy: Well where is that?

Rogan: Where we first came in.

[I]Alastuin, Zaltazar and Enron all look at Rogan and sigh.[/I]

Catdog Fish thingy: Ha Har I have you now!

Zaltazar: Rogan you idiot, you don't tell the bad guy where we are.

[I]And with that Rogan is once again down on the ground holding his face and a title deed to a fishpond and some guy called Jake the pond scum. This is very strange because no one has punched him yet and how can he hold too things at once!?[/I]

Evil Catfish Monkey thing: Your all going to die!

Enron: ...And today?s the eight-day and we've had a lovely rest...

[I]Suddenly the guys from never the twain and 2000 angry korn fans come out and start singing The Pope Song.
After another four minutes they finish.[/I]

Fish with Two Heads: Are you finished yet?

John: No, come on every body... ...THE DUGONG SONG!

[I]After the dugong song has finished they proceed to sing through the whole cd.
In the mean time Zaltazar, Enron and Alastuin have left.
After about twenty minutes of walking they come up to a filming set...[/I]

Snail: Hi, I'm Josh. And I'm here to talk to you about [[I]Pause[/I]] "[B]REINCARNATIO.....[/B]?

[I]Blood fly?s everywhere; well really just on to Enron's knife, which is firmly planted in to Joshes head.[/I]

Enron turns to the camera waving: [B]HI MUM!!!![/B]

Zaltazar: Oh purple green monkeys.

[I]And with that they all fall in to a massive vat of sour cream.[/I][/Color]

[The Unholy Newt]

OOC: THAT IS IT! I'M AM OUT OF THIS RPG!!!

[i]Rogan jumps out of the Vat and onto the ground. He is suddenly surrounded by evil catdog creatures who swarm him and rip him into tiny itty bitty pieces. Good Bye Rogan. RIP.[/i]

[Guest cloricus]

OOC: It's your RPG you dcan change the story line back easly.

[The Unholy Newt]

OOC: I'm sick of doing it though.

[Guest cloricus]

Enron: It doesn?t taste like spam....?

Alustuin: Where?s Rogan?

Rogan from above: Up here.

Rogan proceeds to throw a rope down which the three climb up.

Rogan: What now....?

OOC: Time for the story line to go normal again....

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]OOC: once you two delete those spammishly spamming spam posts.

Alastuin: So here we are, on the roof of the barn. Or another place, which is also ABOVE the loft....?[/font][/color]

[Guest cloricus]

OOC: I don't know where to take the story line...

Enron looks around: Hmm, I have no idea...

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: Once again, I have to run in and salvage some things for you all. Egad.

[I]Zaltazar looks at them from his position on the ground, disgusted.[/I]

Zaltazar: Get down here, all of you. Now.

[I]Looking sheepish, they get down and walk over to him, glaring at him as they find out he had already finished off the wine.[/I]

Zaltazar: Shall we?

[I]They walk off, leaving the inn and its misbegotten inhabitants behind them. Very soon they are in the midst of a gnarled, stunted forest.[/I]

Zaltazar: Finally, a nice change of scenery. And I didn't just say nice...[/font][/color]

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[Color=Teal]OOC: Harlequin, delete those posts up there.

Rogan: Yes you di....

[I][B]AGAIN[/B], Rogan is on the ground with blood coming from his mouth.[/I]

Enron: I hate scenery....

[I]They keep walking though the forest until...[/I]

Rogan: Wait, dose any one know where we are going?

[I]Enron, Alustuin and Zaltazar look around.[/I]

Enron: Um, No?!

Rogan: Oh okay, just wondering.

[I]They keep walking.[/I]

OOC: This was a subtle hint.[/Color]