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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Seventeen: The Tavern of Saint Gibsbury.
« Reply #150 on: October 24, 2011, 07:50:00 am »

It's a typo; Janet's supposed to be with Maynard since wolfchild's the one who went looking for a falconer. ^^^
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Seventeen: The Tavern of Saint Gibsbury.
« Reply #151 on: October 24, 2011, 07:53:56 am »


((I can't believe I have three retinues! Or do I? Did Janet go to someone else?))

Arg! Post edited to compensate for GM's idiocy!

The Falconer went to Meynard, sorry.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Seventeen: The Tavern of Saint Gibsbury.
« Reply #152 on: October 24, 2011, 08:27:39 am »

Sir Conchobar accepts the services of the meat shield and suggests they make their way towards the valley.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Eighteen: The Valley of the Beast.
« Reply #153 on: October 24, 2011, 08:42:21 am »

Eighteenth turn!
England; the Dark Ages; Ye olde village of Saint Gibsbury; one quarter to the hour of the beagle.

As Sir Conchobar accepts the service of Kenneth, Shielder of Yon Face For the Protection of Others, he looks over towards Keardwall.

“Aha! You are verily up as well! Perhaps we should travel forth unto the valley!”

Retainer Acquired! Kenneth, Shielder of Yon Face For the Protection of Others.

Sir Keardwall was readying himself for voyage and battle, deep in thought. As much as these people aren't foreigners, he mused, they certainly aren't the brightest of folk, not like in the more civilised parts. Anyone with a functioning brain would have swooned at the mere hearing of my exploits in yesterday’s battle… He checks his fine armoured appearance in a nearby chamber pot and, finding it satisfactory, buckles on his sword.

"Come along then, you lot! No time to lose, hmm? Rouse yourselves, we have a valley to cross, a foul beast to fight, an old man to question, and a Grail to recover! Surely you aren't feeling the worse-for-wear after those piddling few drinks! Come on, up!"

Keardwall puts his loud voice, intimidating presence and hard boots to good use in getting his fellow Knights of the Round Table ready for action. He picks up his spleen before leaving, of course, and makes his way out of the tavern with a bushy-browed frown. Sir Meynard follows immediately, for a mere dozen casks of ale aren’t likely to give him a problem in the morn! No! Well, perhaps once, but then the Black Knight’s Black Ale was particularly strong, and he was drinking on an empty stomach, and he’d had to get up very early that day, and also he was recovering from a slight cold.

“Come,” he suggests, “come let us face the terrors of the Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh with fearless hearts and a song on our lips!”

The Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh, it cannot be hard,
T’will surely fold like a pack of cards;
We fear not its claws nor its teeth so sharp,
Envy not its eyes which can see in the dark;
And neither shall our courage fail,
When we see its incredible sharp spiked tail…


It is not long before Keardwall takes offence at Meynard’s mauling of all that is delicate and musical. He is, in fact, stoically concealing a vicious headache.
 
"For the love of God could you cut that out?! You'll deafen us, not to mention the entire bloody town! Save such terrible noise for scaring away yon Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh, hmm? I imagine he, she or it would quite gladly throw themselves into the darkest and deepest chasm available merely to escape it!"

He glances over towards Feyman and Company. "Sir Feyman! Have one of your minstrels sing us a song, eh? Something more agreeable to the ears!"

"Ey, indeed! Eric, play your fancy lute as Crannock makes some noise with a song about the Valley's Beast! Let us venture out!"

We ride on to brave the er sorry…
We march on to brave the terrible beast,
We hope not to become its daily feast!
We hope to slay and be on our way,
If only to quest for another day;
I’ll sing the tale of how they find the Grail,
Pursuing it like some great white whale;
They’ll sing day and night the song I shall write,
About Sir Feyman’s miraculous might!
How Sir Feyman he thus gave meaning to the very word ‘brave’
Fighting the beast and dodging the grave,
Treating the beast like a groveling knave...


…   …   …   …   …   …

England; the Dark Ages; the Terrible Valley of the Hideous Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh; towards the hour of the goat.

In the Terrible Valley of the Hideous Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh, the four knights march on under the afternoon sun, which dips in the sky as it approaches the hour of the goat. They have walked for many hours, along mountainous paths; beside raging torrents; under mighty trees – and their tunics are dusty with travel, their train of retainers strung out with fatigue, and their ears wearying of Eric the Minstrel’s tireless taste for singing, tuneful though it may be.

They wind on down the valley, on a tortuous and windy path that descends towards their goal: the hermitage of the Olde Man of Llangwllwd who, it is fervently believed, may well know the resting place of the one Holy Grail, last chalice of Christ.

Sir Keardwall the Keen and Stony – for it is he who has taken the lead - suddenly raises his armoured fist, and the questing column stumbles to a halt.

“I say,” he whispers loudly, “there is a cave ahead. We should approach with caution, lest we awaken the Hideous Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh.”

Suddenly Janet the Falcon Handler screams.

“Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh! The Hideous and Vile Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh! Run! Run for your lives!”

Rooted to the spot, Janet is pointing towards the very cave that Sir Keardwall Lord of Castle Lombard so recently remarked.

"‘Tis the Terrifyingly Hideous and Vile Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh!"

A giant beast, many times the size of a short man, the colour of a horrific frog, with horns the size of a large bush and eyes numbering some several dozen, has left its lair! It doth lumber up towards the questing knights, roaring its fearsome challenge as it comes!

It doth have teeth the size of a manne’s head!


Edit: added a line space. Deleted a space.
« Last Edit: October 24, 2011, 09:06:29 am by lawastooshort »
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Eighteen: The Valley of the Beast.
« Reply #154 on: October 24, 2011, 08:51:42 am »

Sir Feyman, morale boosted by tireless song, attempts to prove his bravery by...
...Running around the side of the beast as it approaches. When it's not looking, he tries to jump on its back and attack it!
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Eighteen: The Valley of the Beast.
« Reply #155 on: October 24, 2011, 09:18:32 am »

((I see you are avoiding a certain little white fluffy thing of doom. Is it because it is terrifyingly overpowered?  :P ))
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Eighteen: The Valley of the Beast.
« Reply #156 on: October 24, 2011, 09:44:11 am »

((I see you are avoiding a certain little white fluffy thing of doom. Is it because it is terrifyingly overpowered?  :P ))

((What fluffy thing is this, again?))

((Am I forgetting one of my ANCIENT DANGEROUS HIDDEN POWERS?))
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Eighteen: The Valley of the Beast.
« Reply #157 on: October 24, 2011, 10:36:59 am »

((I see you are avoiding a certain little white fluffy thing of doom. Is it because it is terrifyingly overpowered?  :P ))

((What fluffy thing is this, again?))

((Am I forgetting one of my ANCIENT DANGEROUS HIDDEN POWERS?))

((Oh that was directed towards the GM, was replied with an answer so just forget what I posted ok?  :P ))
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Eighteen: The Valley of the Beast.
« Reply #158 on: October 24, 2011, 10:42:01 am »

Sir Conchobar begins firing off his holy crossbow while screaming "ATATATATATA!"
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Eighteen: The Valley of the Beast.
« Reply #159 on: October 24, 2011, 03:51:02 pm »

ok I just got out of bed aaand

Menard decides to follow his instincts and charges, while screaming ARRRGHHHHHH
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Eighteen: The Valley of the Beast.
« Reply #160 on: October 24, 2011, 05:33:39 pm »

"To me, to me! Our foe is in sight and battle is at hand! Ready your blades and gird your loins, for now is the--"
Sir Keardwall continued his bellowing as he began his charge, running fowards whipping his sword about his head before aiming it for the foul thing's mouth,
"-time for action! We shall not let this beast stop us! We have fought armies, we have conquered lands in the name of the King and we have drank the taverns of that-place-we-were-in dry as the Holy Land! Cheee-aaaaaaarrge!!"
Meanwhile he thinks to himself, with a fearsome frown, 'Rather rude, not giving me a chance to speak beforehand! I shall trounce it twice as soundly for such impudence!'


(Sorry for not posting earlier, timezones! :( This RtD is just classic, though.)
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Eighteen: The Valley of the Beast.
« Reply #161 on: October 25, 2011, 02:12:10 am »

(Sorry for not posting earlier, timezones! :(  )

No rush, I just had time to squeeze in another turn so I thought I'd see. I'll do start it now instead!
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Eighteen: The Valley of the Beast.
« Reply #162 on: October 25, 2011, 02:13:41 am »

I just realized, I forgot to mention the spleen! I imagine he most likely sets it aside before charging. Of course, if carrying it works better for the story, then by all means, he'll carry it! :P
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn Eighteen: The Valley of the Beast.
« Reply #163 on: October 25, 2011, 02:18:08 am »

Shame you couldn't recruit a spleen-carrier, eh. Every exteriorly-spleened knight should have one. Perhaps next time.
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Nineteenth turn!
England; the Dark Ages; the Terrible Valley of the Terrifyingly Hideous and Vile Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh; further towards the hour of the goat.

As the Giant Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh, several times the size of a larger than average man, the colour of a venomous toad, with horns the size of a quite large boulder and more than four score eyes lumbers up the valley path, fearsomely roaring its challenge, the Knights of the Round Table charge into Knightly and Manly action!

"To me, to me! Our foe is in sight and battle is at hand! Ready your blades and gird your loins, for now is the--"

"ATATATATATA!"

As Sir Keardwall bellows his verbose war cry, a holy crossbow bolt flies past his ear as Sir Conchobar the Gruesome screams in his strange and foreign tongue. It flieth straight and true! It penetrates the Black Beast’s scaly hide, causing it to suffer a cruel wound from whence flows a stream of foul and hideous blood! The Black Beast is mightily angered, and Sir Keardwall continues whipping his sword about his own head as he sprints down the valley towards it.

"-time for action! We shall not let this beast stop us! We have fought armies, we have conquered lands in the name of the King and we have drank the taverns of that-place-we-were-in dry as the Holy Land! Cheee-aaaaaaarrge!!"

As Keardwall approaches the Fearsome Black Beast, as tall as two large trees, the colour of influenzic discharge, with horns the size of a small sheep and nearly a hundred eyes upon its foully disfigured face, the Black Beast swoops down to tear at the brave knight with his man’s head-sized teeth! Yet the brave Sir Keardwall the Exteriorly Spleened, Stony Defeater of Bandits, Lord of Castle Lombard ducks beneath the attack – thinking to himself, in the heat of battle, rather rude, not giving me a chance to speak beforehand! I shall trounce it twice as soundly for such impudence! He doth attempt to trounce the beast! He strikes upon the Beast’s forward foot, but his blow bounces of the armoured toe!

The Beast has its chance! It tries to snap Keardwall’s head clean off, but mistakenly attacks a passing boulder! Keardwall is much relieved!

“ARRRGHHHHHH!”

‘Tis now the occasion for Sir Meynard to enter the fray as he hops one-legged down the mountainous path, brandishing the hammer Drakhen over his manly shoulder as he charges at the Black Beast. He swings the great hammer! He stubs his toe and trips! He is left open as the Great Black Beast swipes at him with his claws the size of healthy trout: Sir Meynard only just manages to roll out of the way!

Whilst it was distracted with its feeble attempt to gouge out Sir Meynard’s pancreas, Sir Feyman, morale boosted by Crannock’s tireless minstrelship, runs behind the Beast. He jumps on the Beast’s back! He stabs his sword into its neck! It bleeds heavily, though it seems but little weakened.

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