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[Corai]

"Hugo, they havent seen us and there leaving, lets go." Corai said.

[WillowLuman]

HugoLuman caught Zanzetkuken's eye and winked at him, and then fell in step with the army. Corai was hidden under his folded wings, checking his uzi.

[Corai]

-Read old thread, this one is for Joykill.-


Corai took one peek out under the flap and saw a clear-glass statue in a bush, dirty as hell.


"Heh, I thought that got destroyed along with Loud Whispers."

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Weird Joykill has begin a mysterious construction!

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Weird Joykill has created StatueRiot, the refusal of cheeses, a crystal glass statue!

L,

Statueriot, the refusal of cheeses

This is a masterfully made crystal glass statue of Loud Whispers. All artwork is of the highest
quality. Loud whispers is being pelted with cheeses. The artwork relates to the absurd mandate for slade statues of cheeses by the mayor Loud Whispers in the spring of 2012. On the item is an image of goblins and magma in copper.  The goblins are on fire. On the object is an image of loud whispers and elves in jade.  Loud whispers is kissing the elves. The image relates to the secret tryst of loud whispers with the elf buxxomia thong leathers in the spring of 2012. On the ite is an image of trees in highwood.  The trees are burning.  The image relates to the ecological devistation of the elven retreat of oolongipoop by the erupting volcano at boat murdered. On the item is an image of carp and a dwarven baby in cat bone. The carp are eating the baby.

[wierd]

[Lol! Its an artifact statue, so I guess it would have survived anything but being dropped into SMR or the HFS.  Including a thermonuclear catslposion.  Are there any dead cats under it? LOL]

Everyone had left the dining room. Zanz on some random fool crusade to get himself and everyone else killed...like always...  and hugo on some secret errand he didn't want to discuss.

He felt a bit like old luggage. Discarded and forgotten.

Mr Peepers was sleeping quietly after his dinner of disgusting turtle roast. The chicken didn't seem to mind it though.

Hugo had asked him to go guard the dining hall to replace corai.

He surveyed the now empty kitchen, save himself and his new pet.  The bread he had started had swolen to gargantuan proportions. Apparently the yeast these dwarves were using wasn't quite good for making beer afterall... something he would remember from now on, and stick with drinking spirits and wine. There was also a lot of food left over.  Nobody had touched the soup.... typical. Probably didn't even know it had been cooking.  The noodles had been hit good, but the cake was mostly gone.

It seemed a shame to let the bread go to waste, so he beat it down, kneaded it back up with a few drops of water to replace the lost moisture from the warm kitchen, and divided it into several small dinner roll sized loaves.  The dutch oven was versitile, but it wasn't exactly big, and it seemed that dwarves had no idea about bread at all.

With a huff, he washed his rubber gloved hands, and loaded up a handcart with thr surplus "lunch", and some utensils to eat it with. Pausing for a moment, he waddled off to the adjacent food piles, and grabbed a cask of plump helmet wine to go with it, then loaded it on the cart as well.

He wasn't sure what to do with Mr Peepers... if he left him there in the kitchen, somebody would discover him, and likely flip out the way hugo and zanz had.  If he took peepers with him, he would get chilled again.

He stood there indecisive for several minutes, until he heard what sounded like eric and roead guffawing in the corridor.  He was out of time, and he *DIDNT* want eric finding peepers until he was bigger.  Throwing a cloth over the top of the nest box and disgusing it as junk to keep prying eyes out, and the kitchen's warm air in, he loaded it on the cart, and pushed it out of the kitchen, and toward the dining hall.

He would be conveniently missing when eric showed back up.

[WillowLuman]

Roead was unhappy. He had already consumed the amount of alcohol that would have left a mortal unconscious for several days, and didn't even feel slightly tipsy. He guessed he would have to drink more. Though he couldn't guess where all the booze was going, having no organs to speak of.

[wierd]

Huffing and puffing from pushing the loaded cart, he reached the etrance to the dining hall. Sure enough, the imp was nowhere to be found. He counted that a blessing. he wasn't sure if he could resist covering that ittitant from head to toe in thick scaly plaques of itchy skin.....or worse.  He shook the thought off. Every time he thought of corai, some new and inventive way of doing unspeakable harm to him came to mind. Maybe zanz and hugo were right.

"I'm back." He said, attempting to sound half-assed jovial. "You kids hungy?"

The other dwarves looked at him like he had eels on his head.  Maybe he really did spend too much time being shut away and "creepy".....

[Corai]

"Err, why not?" The hammer-dwarf said, getting up. "Better then sitting around on the ground."



"Names Nil, and its none of my buisance, but you look... dead, might wanna drink some booze to get some color in your face."

[wierd]

"Pale?" He asked, confused. Maybe he did look a little pallid.. he had been scaring himself regularly today.  "Probably from what I saw passing for food in the kitchen." He quickly countered with a smile.  Certainly, *that* stuff could cause nightmares.

"That stuff was unholy! I was hungry, and I wasn't about to eat a tub of pure lard--"

"What's wrong with a good ol fashion'd tallow roast?" Interrupted the macedwarf.

"It coats your tounge, and is made of pure fat?" Weird countered, but was interrupted again before he could continue.

"Wha's wron' wi't tha', e'sactly?" Retorted a clearly overweight wrestler dwarf.

"Look, nevermind that ok, what's important is that I brought some beef tips with noodles and mushrooms, some creme of mushroom soup, and what's left of the strawberry shortcake after gizogen got hold of it..... and I brought booze."

The dwarves had been slowly intensifying a look of nearly disgusted incredulity as he had rambled off the menu, but then cheered at the prospect of a good drink.

He seriously wondered what was wrong with the dwarves from this world.

[Corai]

Nil smiled. "I aint a fan of the lard either. Never did quite taste like good ole' meat." he said, grabbing a mug of ale. "And about your little' kobold friend. Why you two tryin' to kill one another all the time?" he said, taking a long drink.

[wierd]

"He's just mad at me for juicing a few of his underlings at the old fortress, and launching him off a bridge into a goblin siege..." he started, catching how horrible that sounded. "But he totally deserved it for stealing expensive and hard to replace lab gear from my workshop! His insistence on sticking sharp copper objects and bullets in me is completely uncalled for! That, and trouble seems to follow him like gas after a taco feed."

"Taco?"

"Nevermind."

"What's a taco, and why would you feed it?"

[Corai]

"Meh, I'll ask the kobold when he comes back."



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"But he is a asshole, aint he?" he said, breaking the silence with a laugh which the other dwarves joined in on.

[wierd]

"He sure is." Weird smiled. "I think the little bastard gets off on causing disorder and mayhem. I like things nice and orderly, so when I find him, I instinctively start looking for how he's connected with any shit that might be happening."

"Ahh, that es'plains all the 'angry serious' earlier then, dunnit."

"Yes it does." He said, taking a slurp of helmet wine. "Yes it does."

[Corai]

"So, your smart, right?" Nil asked, Weird looked at him funny.


"Cause Corai's solution to these demons behind this wall of chairs was just to blockade. But the doors are wooden, and those things can set themselves on fire at will. This wont last long." Nil said grimly, shuddering. "We need a way to cave the mountain down on them, but none of us know how to do it without killing us all."

[wierd]

he thought a moment...

"Why not wall up the hallways on either side of the doors until we can drop the cieling of thedining hall, or pump magma and water in or something? That would hold up to...whatever the fuck the lunatics at this place have unleashed this time. "

[WillowLuman]

[We're not in a mountain. We dug straight down in a forest. Sorry, nitpicking ]