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PostSubject: Character Description   Wed May 19, 2010 9:40 am

Anyone here in to a little Roleplaying? I was thinking perhaps it would be fun to have a character description or backstory page. I, personally, love writing and doing little projects like these.

In the city of Antharia, there was a tavern. Inside of the tavern was a shadowy figure. The shadowy figure was sitting in the darkest corner of this particular tavern, drinking a pint of Ale. The window was open behind him and a draft was blowing in. As he felt the cool breeze on the back of his neck, he realized that the table candle had blown out.

“Damn breeze.” He said, shutting the window snugly.

He removed a book of matches from the chest pocket of his trench coat and began to relight his candle. The wick flickered for a moment and then began to glow. This dark shadowy figure was now not so dark at all. The dark corner of the bar was now much more bright and much more lively. It turn’s out that the shadowy figure was none other than Dustin Cropps, world renown adventurer. World renown being self applied, of course.

Cut from the same cloth as icons such as Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate, Dustin Cropps' haphazardly tact of adventuring has landed him in more trouble than good. Being in the right place at the right time had landed him leader of one of the G.U.E.'s largest most brave smartest best looking friendliest clans.

Dustin finished his last drop of ale and placed his pint glass back on the table. Deciding it might be a good time to head back to the clan hall, Dustin rose from his table and headed to the door of the tavern. As he left, he heard the familiar hollering of one of the tavern patrons. Dustin looked over his shoulder back at the bar.

"Hey you!" The bartender yelled. "Would you take this lush out of here with you? He's finished."

"You're the one who's finished, pal!" The drunkard said, slamming his glass on the counter.

Dustin went over to the bar and helped the drunk man out of his seat while throwing a few Zorkmids on the counter.

"For you're troubles." He said.

As the two hobbled out of the bar, Dustin said to the other man, drenched in the smell of whiskey, "You gotta cut this out, Jet, or you're going to get us kicked out of every bar in Antharia!".

Jet Mattix smiled a bit and responded. "Whole lotta bars in Frostham."

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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Wed May 19, 2010 9:43 pm

Once upon a long and dreary night at the Dude Roppinnand's Grill, a drunken, bleary-eyed-seeing-double brunette mistook the "Adventuring Roster" for the sign-up list for the drinking contest held weekly for local patron(ettes). Suddenly finding sobriety including a Spellbook and a nifty cap, complete with a book titled "Grue-hunting for Dummies DRUNKARDS," Ayistromia decided to see if the local cyclopian ale was any worse than the watery beer they served at the tavern.
Upon opening the spellbook, she notices an address for one "Frobozz Magic Spell Book Company" and begins to hunt down the basta- *ahem* nice gentlemen who thrust the books upon her drunken self in the first place. Finding a rather noteworthy establishment near Frostham, Ayistromia enters the building only to be verbally assaulted by an extremely cheerful trilling from behind a stack of paperwork on what is labelled "Receptionist's Desk". "Good MORNING!" It shrieks. 'Mia hates shriekers. Especially the cheerful ones. Especially in the mornings. "Mrph" she replies.
"And HOW can we help YOU today? If there was a SIZing issue with your standard issue Enchanter's Hood, you'll SIMply HAVE to go to the TAILoring department!" Oh, yes. one of those ear-splittingly shrill trillers. 'Mia passes over her papers and points with a raised eyebrow somewhere in the vicinity of her name with a grunted "Urg??" The receptionist apparently speaks fluent Confusion of Pre-Coffee Hangoverian, and replies with the smuggest of smirks on her face "Eyes trowed with brio? you've just signed on to become an adventurer! SO sorry, no take backsies!!" and with that points authoritatively at the door from whence stumbled one Ayistromia Johannasen Shade. "DO try and refrain from WRITing on your LITERATURE! It might save your LIFE one day!!!"

'Mia has come to the conclusion that she also hates hearing exclaimations in people's voices. Especially trillers. Especially cheerful ones. And especially in the mornings. Moreover, she now hates grues.

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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Wed Jun 02, 2010 1:55 pm

Hmmm....ok I'll try that...

Crayne woke up with the sound of the forest whirling around her. "That doesn't sound good", she thought. She felt a little stiff from the beatdown she happily gave to a pickpocket the day before. Slowly slipping out of the bed, she went to her window to see what the commotion was about. The bears were fighting again, just beyond the edge of the trees. She quickly dressed and stormed out of her house. She went to the area where the noise was coming from and shouted, " If you don't find somewhere else to go I will find you a nice, quiet hole to bury you in!" The bears' attention quickly turned toward her, and they ran in her direction. But they stopped short when they saw who it was. They have dealt with her before, and that painful reminder sent them in the opposite direction of where she was standing. "Stupid bears," she grumbled to herself, "making me waste time with them when I have to get to work!" Running back to her house now, she grabbed her briefcase and went to work.

However, when she got there, the door was boarded up with an "OUT OF BUSINESS" sign on the door. "What kind of fracklenackle crap is this?!" she screamed. Then she noticed her coworkers sitting around looking dejected. Sara was the first to speak. "Yeah, they did a midnight move on us, and this is payweek too! How am I gonna feed my kids?" Sara was on the brink of tears. Rob spoke next. "It takes an hour for me to get here, and I just wasted my time and money. There are no real jobs in my town." Crayne had heard enough. "Well, then, I better get my stuff out of there. I'll need it to find another job and another place to live. I wont have the money to keep my house in the woods." She tested the boards on the windows and discovered one window that faced the porch had a loose board. With a little effort, she pried off the boards and climbed in. Everything was neat and set up for a day's work. She went into the a supply closet and found her extra travel gear. Then she noticed a shiny steambot suit proped up in the back of the closet. "I'll just help myself to that!" She put it on and it was a perfect fit. She decided it was best to leave out the back window, in case someone wanted to lay claim to the suit.

She went back home, almost in tears of anger herself. She sadly looked around her house. How much time, energy, and ZORKS she spent on this place! And now she has to leave and go back to the nasty, grimy city! UGH! She sat at her table in deep thought for about an hour. "Well, I guess i can go to Greater Borphee. At least its by the ocean and I can pay for passage if I need to leave by boat." she thought to herself. So, she packed as much food and supplies as she could carry, closed up her house and set out.

On her way to Borphee she stopped at Frotham Inn to pass the time, get some stiff drinks and check in on the gossip. It seems everyone needs help these days. With her last zorks she ate, drank, and fought, in that order. Just as she was about to turn in for the night, a woman entered the bar in tears, telling her sob story. Crayne swiftly stepped up and offered her assistance. The grateful woman hugged her hard and paid for another nights' stay at the inn. "Well," she thought to herself, "may as well be an adventurer again. It DOES pay the bills."
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Thu Jun 03, 2010 3:36 pm

I love these! I wish more people would do one! NOW! .... Smile

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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Thu Jun 03, 2010 3:39 pm

> > ... I'll give it a go later, but I have neither the time nor mental capacity at work to create something half as good as the previous posts.
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Fri Jun 04, 2010 2:55 am

Yeah, these are too intimidating. Smile I'll have to give it a lot of thought and see if I can come up with something worthy.
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Fri Jun 04, 2010 7:37 am

It's not a contest. NO one is going to read it and go "Hmm... that wasn't as good as Mia's" or anything. You'll find that when you start writing about your character and making them real in your mind, the words just flow- if you like creative writing anyway.

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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:24 am

Well my character is based around Oblivion.. but I've found her a happy little spot on the map here and I'm mentally integrating ES into Zork.
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Fri Jun 04, 2010 10:55 am

Dustin Cropps wrote:
NO one is going to read it and go "Hmm... that wasn't as good as Mia's" or anything.

Oh yes they will. <laughing> And if "they" don't, I probably will. At least when looking at my effort. :D

When I have a solid idea in my head I do okay on creative writing (well, at least I think I do), but I have to have something in mind to work with first. Right now I don't even have that. Plus you guys did set a pretty good bar for striking the right balance of humor, and I'm going to have to come up with a new setup so I don't end up sounding too derivative. And I need to do it quick before more people post on here and I have even more competition (in my head).

But I'll sit and think a spell, as they say, and see if anything comes up.
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Fri Jun 04, 2010 11:03 am

I know exactly what you mean. x.x
I have my setting at least.. I just have trouble being descriptive.
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Fri Jun 25, 2010 5:44 am

It began like any other morning in the G.U.E. for James Washburn. He woke up, showered, shaved, had a quick breakfast, put on his suit and headed for work at the eastern district office for the FrobozzCo Magic Spellbook Company. Whistling a jaunty tune, he reached the door only to be greeted by a notice saying the company had closed for good. The details were a bit hard to make out under the accumulated graffiti of his fellow workers, who had left a number of choice comments about the timing of shutting down on the day before payday, and several promising some... unique forms of revenge should they ever meet any of the former managers.

Well, this is just dandy, Jim thought to himself. How am going to pay my bar tab now?

Well, at least he had his sample case with the FrobozzCo Beginner's Guide to Spellcasting book, not to mention that brand-new FrobozzCo Steam-Power-Assist, Manually Controlled ANnihilation (known around the office as the SPAM CAN*) suit sitting in a crate at his house where he had "borrowed" it for "evaluation" for a non-existent client last week. He should be able to flog those to some sucke--ahhh, customer for enough to get him by for a few days while he looked for a new job. Jim headed back to his house to gather them up and run them down to Port Foozle to sell, hopefully to someone that would be leaving on an extended trip via one of the many ships that went in and out of the bustling port. After all, the next best thing to a satisfied customer is one that's not around to complain. (This philosophy might explain the company folding, come to think of it...)

Outside of town, Jim thought he had better put the suit on and walk about for a bit to make sure it worked -- he'd probably get a better price with a demo, after all. It was while doing this (and using the sample spells to zap tiny surmin and send them scampering away) that a bearded old man with a wild light in his eyes walked up.

"Stranger!" he bellowed. "What be ye called?"

Caught a bit unawares, Jim replied, "Ah... I'm Jim, of the east--"

"Jim of the East!" the old man interrupted. "Your coming has been foretold as the one who will deliver us from our plight! Will ye answer the call?"

"...what?"

"In the depths of yon dark and menacing forest lies the Haunted Mansion of Chun! There you will find the bane of our people, the great kobold Ahhhnold. Go there, in your mighty suit of iron, armed with your powerful magics, and destroy him! Great rewards await you!"

Great rewards? Hey, maybe it might be worth listening to the crazy old coot. Besides, kobolds were supposed to be tiny little things, right? Jim could probably kill it with his trusty penknife. He jutted his chin out in what he hoped was a suitably heroic manner and responded, "Of course I shall! Tell me, where in the forest will I find this mansion?"

After securing directions, assurances that the old man would be waiting on his return, and many repetitions of the phrase "great rewards", Jim set off confidently into the forest.

Six hours later he returned. The once shiny SPAM CAN was now covered in surmin blood and bits of fur, deeply gouged and dented by the claws of more trolls than Jim cared to remember, and the spell book's cover was ripped and stained. Jim was thinking the rewards had better be great, as he was never going to find someone to unload this stuff on now. He was also reflecting on the many life lessons he had learned that day. One, it doesn't matter if kobolds are tiny because they tend to live in very large groups and they keep friends around. Two, whoever said they were tiny had obviously never seen a kobold chieftain before, as Ahhhnold had looked to be about three feet tall but four feet wide. Fortunately, the suit really had come in handy -- when Jim turned to run, Ahhhnold had leaped on his back and overbalanced him; at which point gravity, working through the medium of a hundred pounds of hot steam engine attached to 75 pounds of ironmongery, wrapped around a delicious chewy center of human, had squashed him flat when Jim went over backwards.

True to his word, the weird old man was still waiting there by the road. Jim held up the (slightly squished and burned) head of Ahhhnold as proof of the deed, as agreed.

"Wonderful!" the old man cried. "I knew you were the one we had been waiting for! Come back to our village. We shall hold a celebration in your honor, and you will receive your reward!"

Jim followed him down a short path to a clearing, where a fire burned in front of a pile of sticks that, if one was feeling generous, could be described as a hovel. He looked around as the old man stopped. "So.... we staying here for the night and going to your village in the morning, is that it?"

"Ho ho! You make a joke at our expense! No, we're here -- see, everyone's waiting to greet you!"

Jim looked around in the deepening gloom and saw in the light of the fire several figures made of sticks, surmounted by gourds with faces painted on them, dressed in clothing made of scraps and leaves and grasses. The old man came back up to him and said, "And now -- the feast!" and extended a sheet of bark covered in grubs.

"Dig in, they're best when fresh," he said, popping one into his mouth and chewing with gusto.

Jim held up his hands. "Ahhhh... thanks, but I never eat this close to bedtime. I have terrible dreams that way. Now, about those great rewards...?"

The old man stepped back and grabbed one of the stick figures and pulled it up to the fire. "Here... the greatest reward any man could ask for. You shall receive my daughter's hand in marriage, and you will lead this clan in my stead." He poked Jim in the ribs and winced as his elbow clanged against the iron. "She's just as pretty as her mom was at her age," he confided.

Okay, time to go. Jim started rapidly backpedaling. "Ah, gee, that's really flattering and all, but I'm... I'm... already engaged. Yeah. And I couldn't possibly break it off with her. Old family ties and all that. Well, gotta run, lots of heroing to do, see you!"

As he trudged down the road to Port Foozle, Jim reflected on the newest life lesson. Always get the payment specified before the job, preferably in writing. On the bright side, kobolds and trolls like to collect shiny things, and he probably had scrounged enough to pay last week's bar tab and next week's as well. This adventuring stuff might do until something better comes along, he thought. Maybe I can find someone in Foozle to pound the worst of the dents out of this thing. And I'm gonna need something bigger than a penknife...

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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:11 pm

Sylvaton

THAT IS THE LONGEST MESSEG I HAVE EVER SEEN ON THE FOURM YET OMG
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:40 pm

That is hilarious, I don't even WANT to write a bio now because that was just two funny!
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Mon Jul 19, 2010 8:55 pm

Epic. Just f*cking Epic.

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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Tue Jul 20, 2010 12:28 am

444cheese wrote:
Sylvaton

THAT IS THE LONGEST MESSEG I HAVE EVER SEEN ON THE FOURM YET OMG

tl;dr?
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Tue Jul 20, 2010 12:30 am

(For some reason, this post showed up twice... I can't seem to delete it, so screw it, I'll just post something bogus to take its place.

Blah blah blah... Oh, and yes, great story Jet. So, I guess you're one'a them mean drunks, huh? Smile

OK, end of nonsense...)


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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Thu Jul 22, 2010 12:08 am

A shrieking ear piercing cry of distress echoed out into the dark stormy night air. lighting and thunder bellowing forth with the kind of mercilessness that only nature can have. dark rumbling menacing clouds gave a gloom that shrouded the entirety of the crumbling castle.

it was in this setting that our brave and noble hero fought in what could possibly be his last great adventure. the dark king holding the young yelping fair maiden as his prey. swords clanking and sparking with each harrowing heavy handed blow. the lighting striking around them spewing mortar and brick. faster and faster they tangoed in a deadly dancing dervish of-

“whats this?”

escuse me? whats what?
“whats happening” I don’t remember this?”

your interrupting one of your background stories.
“why wasn’t I told? this is all wrong.”

it’s how I remember it
“well YOU REMEMBER WRONG!”

whats wrong?
“I want to be the princess, this “”young fair maiden”” sounds like the role for me”

that wont work
“why?”
cause for one, you’re a guy
“you cant prove that”
and you just don’t have the proper hair for it
“nonsense, I can grow some pretty good crimson locks”
she’s blonde.
“I can wear a wig”
and she's screeches like a redheaded step-siren
“i dont see the problem with that one.”
wait isn’t your hair brown?
“or black?”
maybe it’s white?
“aren’t you telling this story?”
oh yes, now where were we?…

ah yes, in west Philadelphia he was born and raised.-
“that cant be right..”

we may have to try and do this later. when we are on the same page.
“I think we are. just look up. it’s all there.”

hard to look when I’m just a voice inside your head
“hmmm,”
can I get back to the tale now?
“yeah yeah. just stick to the facts this time..”
I’ll try
“good on ya”

……it was in this moment that the swarthy part time adventure and full time tavern seeker rose from his seat. a cigarette streaming small wisps of smoke haphazardly from his pursed whisky laden lips. one eye closed while he staggered about. trying, and failing ((says you)) to keep his decorated flintlock pistol on the stiff looking fellow infront of him.
“You’re the one who’s finished PAL!” clicking back the hammer to his weapon preparing to fire before a familiar face grabbed him. and helped Jet from his seat ((wasn’t I standing?) and slowly made there way to the door
“aye Dustin! didn’t see you there. shadow’s and corners you know how they are.. ”
before crossing the threshold to the little tavern jet turn his head over his shoulder to eye the man in a steely eyed gaze “next time you wont escape the reaper”

the words made Dustin raised brow as they exited the pub “you realize you were arguing with a barstool right?”

“ah. that would explain why he had four wooden legs”


"You gotta cut this out, Jet, or you're going to get us kicked out of every bar in Antharia!".

Jet Mattix smiled a bit and responded. "Whole lotta bars in Frostham."
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Thu Jul 22, 2010 5:06 am

Jet Mattix wrote:
part time adventure and full time tavern seeker

Haha, nice one Jet Very Happy
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Thu Jul 22, 2010 11:01 pm

Again with the just... F*cking epic. I always did wonder about your side of the bar story when Dustin posted... HAHAHAHA!

I heart you so much right now that I'm feeling like a pulmonary artery.

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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Fri Jul 23, 2010 6:15 pm

Warning- I'm at it again~

"Hey Jack.... I'm kinda bored with all this."
Paeth called to his best friend, who as was his normal fashion, just grinned back at Paeth
Paeth was a simple and boring guy, had a very simple and very boring begining.

Paeth was born to a farmer's family. As a young boy his father introduced him to Jack, while out in the field one day, and the the two had been best friends ever since. Much to the annoyance of his parents.

Jack was a great best friend. He always had a grin, never said much, but was quick to shed light on Paeth's problems.

Paeth has been a farmer, working the fields with his father and Jack for years before he grew bored of it. Where on one of his trips to town he saw a sign for the FroBozz Magic Goggle Company. And he said to himself-

"Now THAT would be something to do! Going in with the miners, using your goggles to see into the dark, finding buried treasure, MAYBE EVEN RESCUE SOMEONE! You know, from a cave in? What do you think, Jack?" Jack just grinned his acknowledgement.

Paeth's mother HATED the idea. "There's Grue in those caves! That's why they keep hiring people! They're all getting eaten!"

"But mom!,' he protested, 'I could really make something of myself! And I'm bored here on the farm. Jack agrees with me, he thinks it's a great idea! So I won't be alone."

His mother rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Not THAT again! FINE! Do what ever you want, but when you get eaten don't come crying home to us!"

So Paeth, and his buddy, left the quiet life on the farm, went to the city to become members of the Magic Goggle Company. They got weird looks at the sign up office, but Frobozz was apparantly short handed, so, reluctantly and with a shrug they were given their leather helmets with darkvision goggles and Miner's Luck spell.

This of course confused Paeth. "Um sir?"

"Yes?" Asked the New hire manager

"Um I'm not a minor sir."

"Um... yeah I know that, or I wouldn't have signed you."

"No, I mean you gave me a minor's luck spell."

The man's face turned red in irritation and Paeth's simplicity, and after a moment to swallow his temper. "It's not that kind of Luck spell."

"Oh... but well then I don't really see where a little luck would even be worth it, you could save LOTS of money by not giving it at all."

"What?" The Manager said confusion creeping into his logical mind.

"Well you know... Minor as in small or insignificant? I mean.. .I'm just trying to help."

"J- just go do your job!" Paeth evaded the angry, shaking finger that was pointed at him. Looking to Jack who just smiled in reassurance. So Paeth went to work, "Jack, I just don't get people, why do they get mad at those who are just trying to help?" Jack didn't answer. Paeth figured he was right, that it was something to think about, or not to worry about at all.

Truth was, Jack and Paeth were the most lucky of all the Company, saving people trapped in cave ins, and inspite of the rumors of Grue related disappearances, never actually seeing one in the caves. However, although they eventually afforded a place in the White House Apartment complex, it wasn't very long until the day came while they were wandering the market district and Paeth said- "Jack... I'm bored with this already, there's got to be something... MORE out there."

Jack didn't answer as they stopped to look at the fish stalls for dinner. "It's fresh fish sir." the vendor said flatly.

"Well... I don't think that would be a good thing...." Paeth replied.

"What?" Asked the whiskery vendor, looking a little confused.

"Well, my mom's coming to dinner, and I wouldn't want it to make a pass at her. You know, on account of it getting fresh or anything."

"You're joking... right?" The vendor looked at Paeth bewildered.

"Quite serious, right Jack?" Jack didn't have words for the vendor, as they moved on, passing a cluster of people surrounding a grizzled tanned group of adventures. In gleaming armor. With a look Paeth thought-

"Now THAT would be something to do! Being an adventurer! That would be excitement a ton! What do you think, Jack?" And Jack just grinned in his usual manor.

So Paeth went back to his apartment. turned in his keys, canceled his dinner plans, and went to turn in his gear only to find the FroBozz Magic Goggle Company was closed in his district. Paeth looked at the closed sign in his spot of good luck, that he had technically quit and not been layed off, so after a moment's hesitation he decided to keep the magic and helmet given him when he signed on. They could have asked for it back after all, and had not.

"So where do you think we should go first?" he asked his friend as they passed two guys looking well fed.

"Wow, Frob's Fantastic Mansion of Peanuts, over by the back side of the Dark Wood's has some really good stuff in it!"
"Agreed! I'm so glad our group found it!" The second well fed man agreed with the first.

"Now THAT sounds like a good place to start!" Paeth said in excitement to his friend, 'And it's not to far from here!"

So carefully folding his mohawk over, he fitted the helmet to his head, goggles over eyes, and Luck ready, they set out.

They found the mansion easily enough. It was oddly well marked by road signs, but he was a lucky guy, they both were, so Paeth was sure they'd find SOMETHING good.

"Okay. Jack I want you to stand guard here, I'l go in. I'll be back soon, we shouldn't have to go far into this place." Jack smiled at the idea, and Paeth burst through the front doors ready to slug anything that got close.

"OH Great! Another one!"

"No I'm suree you're wrong Phil, I bet this guy is just exited by our reputation! He's a working fellow! You can tell by his look!"

Paeth's eyes got big as he stared at the two waist tall, talking peanuts.

"W-what?" he stammered, about ready to freak out.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir. The costumes are part of the expereince here at Frob's Fantastic Peanut Mansion! We're a restuartant sir. And Pardon Phil. He was assualted recently."

Paeth looked confused. "He was a salted... peanut....? recently?"

"Some numbskull adventurer thought this was some old hide out or somethign and came in and hit me on the head!" The midgit said, pulling of the peanut like helmet.

"Oh.... so...."

"So you are here to order and eat our fine dining right!?" The second nut said excitedly.

"These.... people are crazy,' He thought to himself, but was sure it was a bad idea to say anything, so he some how ended up 'shelling' out some zorkmids for food. The table to his right was served something that smelled wonderful though. It smelled of cinnimon, and nutmeg and of pumpkin.

"Wow... that smells good, I would love some.... Oh! I forgot about Jack! I'll be right back!" he stepped outside to find his friend and was horrified at the gory mess.

Paeth lifted his goggles, bending at the knee to pick up the thick orange shard of what had once been Jack. Someone had come along and had smashed the grinning Jack o'Lantern, that had shed so much light into the world, and so much laughter with it's happy grin.

Paeth felt a tear coming on, and sat down on the steps. Among the orange shards scattered about, something caught his eye. Aprantly hidden in the jack o'lantern was a thin card. With scyths on it. He felt a surge of strength as he looked in awe at the last gift from his friend.

"This place is great! You guys will love it!" A group of adventures stopped to look down on him. "You okay?" Someone asked.

"Oh... um well... I lost my friend, lost my job." He shruged. " but I found a playing card. So yeah... I'm okay." Paeth replied quietly.

"That my friend is a Fannuci card, you should collect them, matter of fact you should collect them with us. If your out of a job we could use a new member."

"What?" Paeth said confused in his shock.

"Well,' their leader glacned around at the members. "We're a clan, son. We're the Florian Lights. We're actually stopping in for a meal. you can join us if you want."

"Now... THAT would be somethign to do!" Paeth grinned at them, his excitement returning. He looked to see if Jack agreed, and stopped... 'oh yeah....'

"Well come on then! Food's a wating!"

"I smell pumpkin pie! I want some of that!" someone shouted in teh group.

"That's right! I ordered some of that too!" Paeth shouted, ready to dig in, then paused at the door. Looking over at the suddenly offending pie slice. "Wait a minute...." He said to himself. (sorry this turned out much longer then I planned lol)
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Sat Jul 24, 2010 2:37 am

Awwww.... Poor Jack! But hey, he probably went on to make a few people feel quite content for a while. :thumbs up:

Shucks, I'm getting an urge to write another story -- I've got 12(!) more characters in the clan, surely there's a story in one or two of them...
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PostSubject: Re: Character Description   Sat Jul 24, 2010 9:41 pm

i love the stories!

Jet! Awesome intertwining there.

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