Post by Rook on Mar 3, 2009 11:10:23 GMT -5
In the face of certain doom one man professes his love to the woman of his dreams on a dark, misty night in Isinhold.
Frubo the Guitar Picker: *puts his arm around Mouse*
Frubo the Guitar Picker: Are you two coming to our wedding?
Mouse Swiftfoot: *seems startled*
Frubo the Guitar Picker: You're invited. It's going to be BEFORE doom.
Frubo the Guitar Picker: Just a little bit so the newest can't wear off before we're al dead, you know.
Frubo the Guitar Picker: *squeezes Mousie*
Frubo the Guitar Picker: *turns to Mouse and says earnestly* I love you, Mousie.
Phelzaron: Awww
Mouse Swiftfoot: *looks at Frubo*
Mouse Swiftfoot: [Whisper] Uh.
Frubo the Guitar Picker: I love how you're always quiet so I can speak. That means a lot to me.
Mouse Swiftfoot: [Whisper] Errr.
Isabella Wolfling: *looks to mouse and frubo, frubo pushing her to the egde of laughing*
Mouse Swiftfoot: [Whisper] Uh, Frubo, we, uh. Can't get married.
Mouse Swiftfoot: [Whisper] Because, uh, we're all doomed.
Frubo the Guitar Picker: Awwww... She's blushing. We don't have time to blush, we're going to be dead soon. We need to spend every moment together. Will you marry me now? As Lord of Darkness, Phazerfeet can marry us.
Phelzaron: I can?
Mouse Swiftfoot: [Whisper] Uh, no.
Mouse Swiftfoot: [Whisper] No, you can't.
Mouse Swiftfoot: [Whisper] Right? *gives Phelzaron a look that says "you better agree with me"*
Phelzaron: but as Lord of Darkness...surely I can?
Frubo the Guitar Picker: *looks to Phelzaron* You can't? I thought you were supreme chancellor of the oncoming spectacle of our demise? As a member of the Silver Militia, you at least qualify as a captain and we can pretend we're at sea with all this fog.
Call: Hmm . . . well if you all in real need i am an ordained priest
Mouse Swiftfoot: [Whisper] No, no, unfortunately, you can't.
Phelzaron: Oh...I'm sorry Frubo but ahh...we are not at sea
Mouse Swiftfoot: *shoots Call a look*
Frubo the Guitar Picker: We're at fog!
Frubo the Guitar Picker: We're at war! That counts too!
Phelzaron: That don't count
Isabella Wolfling: *elbows call*
Isabella Wolfling: *hard*
... a short time later ...
Mouse Swiftfoot: *subtly edges away from Frubo*
Frubo the Guitar Picker: I like you all very much, I'm sorry to see that you're all going to die horribly by having your guts pulled out through your noses. Much as it dismays me, I have to go to bed now. I'm very tired.
Call: oh dear . . . rest well
Frubo the Guitar Picker: *smacks Isabella on the butt in passing*
Tar Benner: yes... get some rest
Isabella Wolfling: *growls again*
Phelzaron: Oh well umm...Farewell Frubo
Frubo the Guitar Picker: Fiesty.
Frubo the Guitar Picker: Doom doom doom!
Isabella Wolfling: *stops growling*
Tar Benner: his nerves got the better of him
Call: Hmm
Tar Benner: or was that he's nervy?
Phelzaron: Heh aww...c'mon Mouse...I mean...he is... ummm
Mouse Swiftfoot: *blinks at the door of the inn*
Phelzaron: Well...he ahh
Tar Benner: aye that too
// To give credit where credit is due, the wonderful insane antics of Frubo were performed by the talented DM Narration.
