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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 32: A Fate Worse Than Death!
« Reply #255 on: November 10, 2011, 12:57:31 am »

I think it's very Python-esque to just do that, though, and I kinda want to see what la would do if you guys succeed on attacking. :P Also, after reading scriver's last post and re-reading Yoink's action, I just now got the pickle thing... *facepalm for not catching that the 1st time*
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Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 33: Escape From Castle Anthrax!
« Reply #256 on: November 10, 2011, 07:34:08 am »

Thirty Third turn!
England; the Dark Ages; Castle Anthrax; shortly after dinner time.

Time is running out in Castle Anthrax: the Knights of the Round Table face their fiercest assault yet, and many are close to losing their honour! Terrible multiheaded beasts the size of houses are nothing to these brave men, but a young maiden wishing to receive a spanking? Nothing in all their years spent in the dojo has prepared them for such a test! They shall have to perform great feats of knightly heroism!

Alone in the corridor, apart from the dozens of beautiful and distressing damsels that surround him, Sir Feyman the Judging, Slayer of the Black Knight does his best to resist the looming temptation. Everything about this is wrong!

"No, no, no... I must not give in! Wait a moment..." Feyman has a flash of inspiration, and backs away a few steps before calling out in desperation. "MELGA! If you're there somewhere, help rid me of these foul, clingy maidens! They desire for me to spank them! I must find Keardwall and Beatacalf!"

Melga the Possible Witch arrives nearly instantly, before the lovely damsels can approach much further. She glares at them with a hateful intensity! She turns to Sir Feyman!

“My Lord! If anyone doth deserve a spanking, surely that person must be me? For I am not a witch! I am a very naughty girl! Spank me!”

A chorus of echoing cries rings out [1].

“And then me! And me! And me! Yes! Spank me! And meee!”

Retainer Lost: Melga the Possible Witch is a very naughty girl!

…   …   …   …   …   …

Two rooms along, Sir Beadocáf is also slipping into temptation: indeed, in his mind he is already slipping into something a little more comfortable. Well I suppose Mine Fair Maiden wouldst not mind if I had a little fun on the side... No dammit this is not what Courtly Love is supposed to be all about! Pull yourself together man! I must send for Godewine. He knoweth much about chastity and faithfulness and counseling!

"This is the Devil's work! All these naughty, naughty women of filthy, filthy minds, they all need to be punish- Argh, I mean, surely a man of God can help me! Godewine! I need thine aid!”

Beside Beadocáf Sir Keardwall is flabbergasted. These young women admire his Holy Spleen? They propose a masterwork cup of fine liquor? Surely it would be unchivalrous to refuse?

But no!

He knows that he must try, before his stony face slips further into disgrace and uncertainty.

"I-I... Er, I must be going, I um, I have a er Holy Quest this knight! Excuse me!"

He attempts to brusquely, and, if one might add, rudely barge his way past the waiting women, ignoring the contact with the lovely soft feminine shoulders that this inevitably brings about. But he only gets as far as the door [3-1] when suddenly it bursts open upon his face! Godewine of Norwhyiche doth enter!

“Ooh, I say! You should have called upon me earlier sire Beadocáf; you know I do like to administer a good spanking!”

As Beadocáf falls to his knees in despair seeing his last hope of rescue fail him [1], the brave knight Sir Keardwall’s eyes glaze over. He receives a vision from King Arthur himself! A vision of pious dignity and valour! A vision that sets him back on the righteous path, dispelling the foul witchcraft from his mind [5]!

He pops his pickle back in. He drags the kneeling Beadocáf by the scruff of the neck out of the open door. Beadocáf wails and screams, his waving arms betraying his distress.

“Godewine! Godewine! Quickly my friend! Tally not or ye shall surely be lost!”

But Godewine of Norwhyiche respondeth not; the only sound that comes from the room is a flurry of giggles and the rustle of exceptionally crafted knitted underwear.

...   …   …   …   …   …

In the hallway Keardwall wrestles to hold back the grieving Beadocáf; Sir Feyman backs into the struggling pair as he flees the advances of Naughty Melga the Possible Witch and the dozens of beautiful young women behind her. With Beadocáf in one hand and the other on his weapon, Keardwall stands back to back with Sir Feyman as the nubile horde approach! All seemeth lost!

…   …   …   …   …   …

Suddenly the door further along the hallway bursts open as Sir Conchobar smashes it down with his wrathful foot! Shooting his ugly face in all directions, he screams incomprehensibly as he quickly takes stock of the situation. He bellows at the top of his voice [5+1]!

COMRADES! STEEL YE WILL! THESE FOUL SUCCUBI HAVE WORMED THEIR WAY INTO YOUR SOULS AS A WORM WOULD AN APPLE! STAND STRONG IN YOUR RIGHTEOUSNESS AND RESIST THESE FOUL TEMPTATIONS! FOR THE GRAIL! FOR BACON!!!

His Holy Righteousness blasts back the advancing army of damsels in undress! His Iron Will reinforces the resistance of his companions! He glares at the fine young ladies; he keeps them at bay! Feyman and Keardwall come to their senses, but Beadocáf is trying to return to the lusty maidens! He struggles to break free from Keardwall’s restraining arm.

“Beadocáf!” shouts Keardwall, “It is too late! He is already taken! Think of the King! Think of the Holy Quest! Think of Britain! There is nothing you can do to save him now!”

”Godewinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnne!

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”


Retainer Lost! Godwine of Norwhyiche has been seduced!

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Sir Keardwall leads the way down the twisting steps of Castle Anthrax, his heavy armoured boots pounding upon the stone floor as he flees the greatest test he has ever known. The knights are victorious, but at such a cost! Feyman follows bewilderedly behind the stony faced knight, dragging a sobbing Beadocáf bashing down the stairs one handed behind him as he runs; the gruesome Sir Conchobar brings up the rear, so to speak, wielding his fearsome man-weapon (Fiddles) to keep the young blondes and brunettes at a distance.

Suddenly Keardwall reaches the castle door. He gives a mighty kick; the door swings open. The knights stumble out into the black and howling night, the wind and rain lashing about them.

Beadocáf collapses to the floor in grief.


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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 33: Escape From Castle Anthrax!
« Reply #257 on: November 10, 2011, 07:47:58 am »

Damn you Godewine! That does not befit a man of God! And to think I gave you several variations of how your name is spelled!

Also interesting how they got to the middle-aged monk but not my adolescent squire. Truly Hagley is strong in both faith and will! Or maybe Godewine was just a creepy old geezer with a late-life crisis.


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wielding his fearsome man-weapon (Fiddles) to keep the young blondes and brunettes at a distance.

Verily, did I give out a loud laughter ;D
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 33: Escape From Castle Anthrax!
« Reply #258 on: November 10, 2011, 08:04:27 am »

I lost it at Melga the naughty witch then kept losing it.

Suggest to my companions we find shelter somewhere else, perhaps in a grove somewhere or something.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 33: Escape From Castle Anthrax!
« Reply #259 on: November 10, 2011, 08:14:59 am »

Sir Conchobar reassures his companions and suggests that they continue to wherever they are going.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 33: Escape From Castle Anthrax!
« Reply #260 on: November 10, 2011, 08:24:30 am »

Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. Conchobar to the rescue!
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 33: Escape From Castle Anthrax!
« Reply #261 on: November 10, 2011, 08:44:05 am »

Yes, indeed. We shall stop mourning and proceed towards the cave, while being on the look-out for farms, inns, or preferably monasteries. Baedocáf needs a new monk.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 33: Escape From Castle Anthrax!
« Reply #262 on: November 10, 2011, 03:42:07 pm »

The solemn, grim-faced Sir Keardwall is full of sympathy as the group treks(Hops in his case) along, occasionally giving the grieving Sir Beatacalf a hearty, sorrowful thump on the back with his gauntleted hand, the arm not occupied with his jars.

"Worry not, Sir Beatacalf! 'Tis a pity what happened to your monk, but no use crying over spilt milk! We shall find you a new one to cheer you up, what say thee?" So saying, Keardwall will keep an eye out for any monasteries or similiar, quite prepared to make a large detour if it means obtaining a new monk for his nerdy bookish friend Sir Beatacalf.

Also, if he sees any decent-sized, smooth branch lying about, he will cut it to shape with his sword to make himself a crutch. Of course, it will still be hard going carrying jars at the same time, but at least in times of need he can always drop the crutch...


Also, that was... Just hilarious. :D Yes, I truly started shaking with laughter at Melga's appearance. Oh jeez, classic right there!
And yes, I mainly refer to Sir Beatacalf as Sir Beatacalf since I can't be bothered figuring out how to do accents on my computer. :P
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Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 34: The Southsayer!
« Reply #263 on: November 11, 2011, 05:33:59 am »

Thirty Fourth turn!
England; the Dark Ages; the Mountain of Evil; well after dinner time.

“Companions!” manages Sir Feyman the Judging, after some time spent catching his breath in the downpour leaning against Castle Anthrax’s terrible walls, “We must find shelter elsewhere. Perhaps we can find a welcoming grove or something! Somewhere away from this god-forsaken rain!”

“Feyman is right,” speaks the iron-willed Conchobar, “We must not dwell on our losses; we have resisted a great evil today, and we must continue to wherever we were going. Dost thou remember?”

“Verily indeed,” echoes Beadocáf, “We are headed towards the Cave of Caerbannog. Come, comrades! I believe it is this way!”

As Sir Beadocáf leads the way down the other side of the Mountain of Evil, Keardwall hops beside him, extending his sympathy as well as his gauntleted hand, with which he heartily thumps the grieving knight upon the back.

"Worry not, Sir Beatacalf! 'Tis a pity what happened to your monk, but no use crying over spilt milk! We shall find you a new one to cheer you up, what say thee? If we should come across a monastery or other source of new monk, I propose that we rest awhile there, to seek a replacement for your poor Godewine.”

As he hops, he looks about for suitable branches to carve into a crutch, but none seem quite right to him; the wood seems all twisted and grey. The knights continue to descend. Before them, could they see it through the relentless rain, spreads the Forest of Hell.

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England; the Dark Ages; a small hut in the Forest of Hell; night time.

After an hour spent trudging downhill in their flight from the lusty maidens of Castle Anthrax, the four knights come to a small clearing. The rain has eased off; some of the clouds seem to disperse, and the moon softly illuminates the first break in the forbiddingly dense trees that our brave questers have come across since leaving the castle. In the middle of the clearing there is a hut. The smoke from the remains of a small fire escapes welcomingly from a small hole in the roof.

As the knights approach the hut, an old man stoops out from under the low entrance. He stands before the hut, white eyes staring blindly at the newcomers before him.

“Yes?”

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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 34: The Southsayer!
« Reply #264 on: November 11, 2011, 05:55:42 am »

As Sir Beadocáf leads the way down the other side of the Mountain of Evil, Keardwall hops beside him, extending his sympathy as well as his gauntleted hand, with which he heartily thumps the grieving knight upon the back.

I can just picture him beating Beado in the back for every little hope he takes, all the way down ;)

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We have a new soundtrack.

Also, I'll write an action later but now I have to start getting ready so I don't miss the bus.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 34: The Southsayer!
« Reply #265 on: November 11, 2011, 06:40:05 am »

Sir Conchobar greets the man, curious to discern if his ugliness can somehow effect the blind.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 34: The Southsayer!
« Reply #266 on: November 11, 2011, 08:30:28 am »

Sir Feyman stands back and lets Keardwall, the smooth-talker, ask for some manner of shelter.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 34: The Southsayer!
« Reply #267 on: November 11, 2011, 09:40:01 am »

Beadocáf stands silent in the rain, for it seems there is not a single phrase in Latin that seems right to use in this darkest of days.

Also he never got the damned boots polished and is worried that they might rust.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 34: The Southsayer!
« Reply #268 on: November 12, 2011, 07:59:10 am »

"You there!" Keardwall bellows as he hops across the clearing, making an imposing, yet strange figure with his armour, missing leg and collection of jars.
"We seek shelter this knight! We are four Knights of King Arthur, sent out to quest for the holy grail! Let us warm ourselves by the fire a while, and perhaps the Good Lord God shall smile upon ye."

He pauses for a moment, then adds, "Oh, and if you happen to know anything about the Grail, that could be handy too, of course!"

Keardwall is obviously hoping to rush in there, guzzle the stranger's entire cellar of alchohol and pass out on the floor, pushing the shameful incident at Castle Anthrax from his mind.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 35: Titles Acquired!
« Reply #269 on: November 14, 2011, 09:40:46 am »

Thirty Fifth turn!

England; the Dark Ages; a small hut in the Forest of Hell; night time.

The four questing knights stand in the interminable drizzle before the soothsayer’s hut in the depths of the Forest of Hell, hunger gnawing at their stomachs and at their wills. Sir Beadocáf stands silently, too concerned about his gently rusting [2] boots to utter a single learned phrase, leaving Sir Conchobar first to approach the old man.

“Hail! I am Sir Conchob-“

“Arrrgh! Get thy face away from me! Get thee gone from here, foul monster of the dark! Thy very presence doth disturb my mind! You shall have no shelter this night: you must sleep in the barn [1]!”

Conchobar leaps back in amazement, for apparently his ugliness effects even the blind!

Title Acquired: Sir Conchobar the Miraculously Gruesome, Potless Insulter of Mothers and Piercer of the Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh, Splitter of the Left Head of the Dreaded Three-Headed Knight of the Wood of Doom!

Sir Feyman too is astonished; too much to talk, in any case. He lets Sir Keardwall, the smooth-talker, talk his way into the old man’s hut.

"You there!" Keardwall bellows as he hops across the clearing, an imposing yet strange figure with his armour, missing leg and collection of jars, "We seek shelter this night! We are four Knights of King Arthur, sent out to quest for the Holy Grail! Let us warm ourselves by the fire a while, and perhaps the Good Lord God shall smile upon ye."

He pauses for a moment, then adds, "Oh, and if you happen to know anything about the Grail, that could be handy too, of course!"

A crash of thunder blasts overhead. Beadocáf winces. The rain pours once more.

“The Grail?” The old man laughs. Lightning flashes. “I knowe of the Grail…”

…   …   …   …   …   …

The three knights sit about the soothsayer’s dying fire, drinking tea as the old man lies on a bed of stinking animal skins in the half-light.

“There is a cave… A cave which no man has ever entered!”

“And the Grail,” asks Feyman, “the Grail is there?”

“No, no,” interrupts Beadocáf, “the last known location is there, scribed upon the walls of the living rock itself! I told you before, when we spoke to the old man before last. Beati pauperes spiritu, as they say, what,” he adds.

The old man laughs to himself again.

“There is much danger… much mortal danger… and beyond the Cave, there will lie the Gorge of Eternal Peril, which no man has ever traversed!”

“But the Grail?” demands Feyman, “Where is the Grail?”

“Seek you the Bridge of Death…”

“The Bridge of Death?”

“You must cross… the Bridge of Death! That which no man has ever crossed!”

The soothsayer laughs, mocking and sinister; a wisp of smoke appears and then, when it passes, the old man is gone.

…   …   …   …   …   ….

“Good Lord,” exclaims Feyman, “What foul magick is this? Is this the work of a witch?”

There is the sound, suddenly, of movement behind the three knights. They turn to see a black cat run off into the night.

“Conchobar!” Beadocáf cries out, “Conchobar, come quickly! The old man! Have you seen the old man?”

No sound breaks the insistent whisper of the pouring rain.

Keardwall, Beadocáf, and Feyman rush out, and discover why Conchobar answers not.

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Sir Conchobar the Miraculously Gruesome, Potless Insulter of Mothers and Piercer of the Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh, Splitter of the Left Head of the Dreaded Three-Headed Knight of the Wood of Doom is standing in the middle of the clearing, face drawn tight with abject terror. Before him stands a knight of enormous height, a knight who is of more fearsome and gruesome countenance than Conchobar himself!

Conchobar’s three comrades look round the clearing, now made smaller by the ring of horned knights lining its inner edges; they look up at the enormous knight. They gasp in horror at his horrifying visage! They gasp at the wetness of Conchobar’s pants [1]!

Title Acquired: Sir Conchobar the Miraculously Gruesome, Potless Insulter of Mothers and Piercer of the Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh, Splitter of the Left Head of the Dreaded Three-Headed Knight of the Wood of Doom, Wetter of Pants!

“Wh – who are you?” manages Keardwall [5]. The knight before him has imposing black eyebrows, and wears a helmet encrusted with antlers the breadth of a tall man’s height and the colour of a thousand bleached skulls.

“We… We are the Knights Who Say ‘Ni’!”

“No!” Feyman cries out, staggering in pain as he soils himself [2], “Not the Knights Who Say ‘Ni’!”

“The same! We are the keepers of the Sacred Words!”

“Those who hear them,” points out the learned Beadocáf, controlling himself admirably [5], “Seldom live to tell the tale.”

“If you wish to pass through this forest alive... the Knights Who Say ‘Ni’ demand… a sacrifice!”

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