Post by zharradanmarr on May 13, 2015 11:46:18 GMT
AKA The Unattending. AKA The Day the Music Took a Hell of a Beating
The week the member of the U.N.( Unitied Narcissus)(yes that is the correct spelling for the plural of narcissus, not narcissi) were scattered by the winds to all corners. Codename "Pokey", the electric magic thru sword one, was being cross-examined by his masters at the Lighting Intervalus Thunderdome, LIT for short, about matters such as how magus does it take to screw in a lightblub and even tho the goblin only has 2hps left the important of rolling all ten dice for your shocking grasp PLUS your crit hit damage as well. Codename "Pointy", the sky blackening archer of doom, chose to wander an arid dusty plain wracked with earthquakes, home to many an evil do-er, as he contemplated the eternal question of why it feels so good to be a gangsta? Codename" Dissappointo" the one every group has, you know, That guy. Rumour has it that as a child he ran away from the circus to join a chartered accountancy firm only to be left behind when they moved offices because they forgot about him. Turning this gift to his advantage he became ninja. No one is sure whether he was at the game or not, such is his way. His message claimed that he was once more controlling the great metallic skyships. Most likely a pack of lies and half truths. But seeing as no-one fumbled then we must take him at his word. This time...
This week the action once again starts with our heroes on the island of Xielan, off the coast of Tian Xia, near the city of Goka. There they have been competing in the Ruby Phoenix Tournament, held every ten years. They battle for a mysterious prize sought by the current employer, a shadowy individual known only as Boban. Day 3 of the competition started with animal brutality that saw the guys awarded a ring of animal friendship for their unflinching commitment to harvesting XPs at the cost of all other. The crowds in attendance continued to share their opinions of the U.N. with all within earshot( Earshot, a feat not yet mastered by the zen archer). The booing almost drowned out the sound of sabotage, as in the main arena another team on combatants was crushed as the tower they were fighting on gave way under foot. Most queer. Their friendly NPC, Marthysan, the half elf Paladin who was the last winner of the tourney a decade ago, approach the group and did his best Deanna Troi impression, expressing his belief that what happen to the other team was no accident. He agreed to meet the team later the night at the noodle house. Surely that will go off with incident right? The team had little to time to prepare as they were almost immediately called forth for they next test. They were to faced off against a crack squad of Bards, yes that's right Bards. The three judges high in the stands cast their gaze down upon the hot coal floor. Who would go thru to the next round, the the U.N. or the B Sharps. The age old quandary was about to be answered, what happens when your bring a barbershop quartet to a sword fight? Answer, lots of dead Bards.
Our heroes, once again oblivious to crying and wailing of the grieving family members in the crowd celebrated this slaughter joyful abandon. So much so that the session was cut short so we could continue our revelry in the unseeing swine around the corner. Til next we meet.
The week the member of the U.N.( Unitied Narcissus)(yes that is the correct spelling for the plural of narcissus, not narcissi) were scattered by the winds to all corners. Codename "Pokey", the electric magic thru sword one, was being cross-examined by his masters at the Lighting Intervalus Thunderdome, LIT for short, about matters such as how magus does it take to screw in a lightblub and even tho the goblin only has 2hps left the important of rolling all ten dice for your shocking grasp PLUS your crit hit damage as well. Codename "Pointy", the sky blackening archer of doom, chose to wander an arid dusty plain wracked with earthquakes, home to many an evil do-er, as he contemplated the eternal question of why it feels so good to be a gangsta? Codename" Dissappointo" the one every group has, you know, That guy. Rumour has it that as a child he ran away from the circus to join a chartered accountancy firm only to be left behind when they moved offices because they forgot about him. Turning this gift to his advantage he became ninja. No one is sure whether he was at the game or not, such is his way. His message claimed that he was once more controlling the great metallic skyships. Most likely a pack of lies and half truths. But seeing as no-one fumbled then we must take him at his word. This time...
This week the action once again starts with our heroes on the island of Xielan, off the coast of Tian Xia, near the city of Goka. There they have been competing in the Ruby Phoenix Tournament, held every ten years. They battle for a mysterious prize sought by the current employer, a shadowy individual known only as Boban. Day 3 of the competition started with animal brutality that saw the guys awarded a ring of animal friendship for their unflinching commitment to harvesting XPs at the cost of all other. The crowds in attendance continued to share their opinions of the U.N. with all within earshot( Earshot, a feat not yet mastered by the zen archer). The booing almost drowned out the sound of sabotage, as in the main arena another team on combatants was crushed as the tower they were fighting on gave way under foot. Most queer. Their friendly NPC, Marthysan, the half elf Paladin who was the last winner of the tourney a decade ago, approach the group and did his best Deanna Troi impression, expressing his belief that what happen to the other team was no accident. He agreed to meet the team later the night at the noodle house. Surely that will go off with incident right? The team had little to time to prepare as they were almost immediately called forth for they next test. They were to faced off against a crack squad of Bards, yes that's right Bards. The three judges high in the stands cast their gaze down upon the hot coal floor. Who would go thru to the next round, the the U.N. or the B Sharps. The age old quandary was about to be answered, what happens when your bring a barbershop quartet to a sword fight? Answer, lots of dead Bards.
Our heroes, once again oblivious to crying and wailing of the grieving family members in the crowd celebrated this slaughter joyful abandon. So much so that the session was cut short so we could continue our revelry in the unseeing swine around the corner. Til next we meet.
