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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 36: Resistance!
« Reply #285 on: November 16, 2011, 04:19:14 am »

attempting to convince my comrades that strapping the herring the Fiddles' face is a superb idea.

Gosh, it is a superb idea.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 36: Resistance!
« Reply #286 on: November 16, 2011, 09:17:20 am »

Head to the hillock of fate, attempting to convince my comrades that strapping the herring the Fiddles' face is a superb idea.

Baedocáf is easily convinced, and offers to recite from the Holy Litany of Bondage so that it will he bound by the Strength of God.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 36: Resistance!
« Reply #287 on: November 16, 2011, 06:18:38 pm »

Sir Keardwall shall bravely FOLLOW THE OTHERS! He shall also offer a snack of pickled eggs if anyone is at all hungry.
He is not in such a good mood, however, frowning darkly as he meanders meekly along with his less-corageous companions. "The day I do not solve a problem with sword and boot," He mutters unhappily to himself, "Is the day I take up comfort eating."
He'll munch idly on his pickled eggs as he goes along, swiftly becoming bored with this foolishness.
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Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 37: The Herring!
« Reply #288 on: November 17, 2011, 09:40:55 am »

Thirty Seventh turn!

England; the Dark Ages; the Forest of Hell; half past night time.

I shall take the Herring,” volunteers Sir Feyman, despite his soiled underwear. Keardwall surely cannot be trusted with such a thing: it seems likely that now, with their quest nearing its glorious climax, the moment Feyman turned his back he would find that Herring thrust murderously between his shoulder blades. Keardwall gave off the impression of being a bumbling and overly verbose simple hero type, but Feyman judged that there was more to him than met the eye.

Unlike those dunces Conchobar or Beadocáf! No sir! Feyman himself was the right man for this job; more rightly attuned for such sacred tasks! He had never seen a more intelligent knight!

…   …   …   …   …   …

As the Knights of the Round Table head to the Hillock of Fate, Sir Keardwall bravely follows along behind, idly munching on a spleen infused pickled egg [3].

“Anyone fancy a pickled egg?” he frowns to his companions. “No? Oh.” His enthusiasm waning, he starts to lag behind the others. "The day I can’t solve a problem with sword and boot," he mutters unhappily to himself, "is the day I bloody well take up comfort eating. Oh. Wait. Blast.”

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Along the way, with Feyman striding haughtily at the front and Keardwall sulking miserably at the rear, Sir Conchobar is arguing the merits of strapping the Herring to his man-weapon and giving the tree in question a mighty good whack. Beadocáf is easily convinced, and offers to recite from the Holy Litany of Bondage so that it will be bound by the Strength of God, which is precisely what he sets to doing as soon as the four knights and their retinues arrive upon the Hillock of Fate a few minutes later. He kneels in the mud beneath the Tree in Question, and commences to mumbling in a quiet drone.

Herringus fortuna juvat… contraria contrarii curantor… um… fluctuat nec mergitur biggus treeus ipso facto morituri te saluant…

“Bloody hell,” complains Keardwall, “When did a sword ever bloody fail? Eh? Bloody Latin. Don’t know what it ever bloody did for us.”

“I say Feyman,” starts Conchobar, getting his man-weapon out, “Be a good chap and pass me that Herring will you?”

“What?!” exclaims Feyman, as he realises what’s going on, “Give you the Herring? You’re not rightly attuned for this kind of sacred task! It is I the most intellig-er Sacred among us! It is I that should cut down the Tree with the Herring! Put down your man-weapon Sir Conchobar, and let me handle it.”

…   …   …   …   …   …

England; the Dark Ages; the Hillock of Fate; not long before dawn.

Despite Sir Beadocáf’s support, Sir Conchobar prevaileth not in the friendly conversation which doth follow [1+1 vs 3], and a short while later Sir Feyman kneels down in the mud before the mighty Tree in Question. He holds the Herring in both hands before him, as if an offering unto God; his eyes are tightly closed in meditative thought.

With a spring in his step Sir Feyman the Judging, Slayer of the Black Knight, and Soiler of Underwear opens his eyes and rises to his feet. He approaches the Tallest Tree in Question, and draws the Herring. It glistens silver in the moonlight, exuding an aura of deadly efficiency.

Feyman takes a swing at the Tree.

The Herring doth break! The Tree doth not!

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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 37: The Herring!
« Reply #289 on: November 17, 2011, 09:52:55 am »

Sir Feyman realizes suddenly that they have been led astray by these tall knights. Nevertheless, he resolves to complete the task, yelling something similar to "ARGLHARGLBARGL" as he attempts to chop down the tree with his own mighty blade!
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 37: The Herring!
« Reply #290 on: November 17, 2011, 11:48:45 am »

"Sir Feyman, no! This must be dealt with honorably!"
Sir Conchobar scoops up the broken fish and shoves it into Fiddles' mouth, then swings him at the tree with a roar!
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 37: The Herring!
« Reply #291 on: November 17, 2011, 11:51:01 am »

Sir Feyman, upon hearing Conchobar's words, reconsiders. He had made the foolish choice of thinking he could complete this task himself.

"As much as I desire to let my anger finish this silly quest, now I believe it is time for my companions to help me out. I'm sorry, for I should have trusted you all in the first place. Quests like this are not to be completed by one single arm!"
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 37: The Herring!
« Reply #292 on: November 17, 2011, 04:20:26 pm »

Beadocáf, wise and clever, devices a cunning plan!

"My Sirs Knight! If we each take a piece of yonder broken Herringe, and smear it upon our weapons, we can all strike the tree together, without failing the demands of the Foul Knights! Truly it is a cunning plan I have deviced that'll outsmart them in so."
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 37: The Herring!
« Reply #293 on: November 17, 2011, 04:29:05 pm »

Keardwall, who has been looking rather sick and tired of the whole ordeal, standing there with his stony frown, perks up at Beatacalf's idea!
"Aye, truly a good plan! Give me that herring, and I shall snap yon tree like a matchstick! For the King!" 
He moves to grab the herring, rub bits of it on his sword and then attack the tree.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 37: The Herring!
« Reply #294 on: November 17, 2011, 04:32:55 pm »

Sir Feyman agrees with Beadocaf's idea. Teamwork at its best!

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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 37: The Herring!
« Reply #295 on: November 17, 2011, 05:47:56 pm »

Sir Conchobar also heartily agrees with the cunning plan.
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Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 38: The Mighty Herring!
« Reply #296 on: November 18, 2011, 07:09:56 am »

Thirty Eighth turn!

England; the Dark Ages; the Hillock of Fate; dawn.

Sir Feyman is furious. Those dastardly tall knights have led them astray! Mere dastardliness shall not stop him, however: he is the Slayer of the Black Knight! Soiler of Underwear! He draws his sword and yells a mighty war cry as he charges the Tree of Evil Tallness.

"ARGLHARGLBARGL!"

"Sir Feyman, no!”
interrupts Sir Conchobar, “This must be dealt with honorably! We are Knights of God and King Arthur! We have given our word to complete this Sacred Task! Give me the Herring!"

Sir Feyman stops in his tracks as he hears Conchobar’s wise words, and reconsiders.

"As much as I desire to let my anger finish this silly quest, now I believe it is time for my companions to help me out. I'm sorry, for I should have trusted you all in the first place. Quests like this are not to be completed by one single arm! I truly have learned a useful life lesson ‘pon this day! Here, Sir Conchobar, take the Herring. I am sorry that I have broken it so."

Sir Feyman hands the broken Herring to his friend, who scoops it up and shoves it into his man-weapon. Hoisting Fiddles upon his shoulder, Conchobar prepares to charge the Tall Tree, when suddenly the wise and clever Sir Beadocáf interrupts in his turn. He has a cunning plan!

"My Sirs Knight! Stop this madness! If we each take a piece of yonder broken Herringe, and smear it upon our weapons and perhaps ourselves, we can all strike the tree together, without failing the demands of the Foul Knights! Truly it is a cunning plan I have devised that'll outsmart them in so, or something."

Sir Feyman agrees.

“Good Lord, Beadocáf, I must take back what I implied about your intellig-er Sacred Attunedness, ‘tis a splendid idea! Conchobar, pass around yon Herring that we may smear it upon our swords and, perhaps, ourselves!”

At this suggestion Sir Keardwall also perks up, and stops sulkily chewing on his pickled egg in irritation at this ridiculously non-violent sacred nonsense.

"Aye, truly a good plan! Give me that herring, and I shall snap yon tree like a matchstick!" 

He joins his companions in sharing bits of the Holy Broken Herringe, and the four knights kneel in holy prayer, and rub fish upon their weapons.

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England; the Dark Ages; the Hillock of Fate; a quarter past dawn.

“For the KINNNNNNNNNNNNNG!!!!!!”

Conchobar is first to rise to his feet, Fiddle’s head smeared in Holy Herringe Paste and prayers of hope uttered to the Lord. He swings Fiddles the man-club about his head in a mighty arc, and he connects face with tree! A small crack doth appear on yon trunke [3]!

Beadocáf the Rotund steps up next, his knobbed mace dripping with Herringe remnants. He delivers a terrifying blow [6+1]! The trunk doth explode in tiny shards! The tree is toppled! It falls at an alarming pace!

As the knights scatter in alarm, there is one poor soul who stands transfixed before the awe-inspiring power of nature.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!! HAGLEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!! RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Hagley the Squire is struck down!

Title Acquired: Sir Beadocáf Aethlearne the Rotund, Sacred Feller of the Tallest Tree on the Hillock of Fate!

Retinue Member Lost: Hagley the Squire hath been crushed by the Tree!

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Around the gathered knights appear, suddenly, the Knights Who Say ‘Ni’. Their leader speaks.

“Knights of the Round Table! You have completed the Sacred Task, which no man has ever completed before! You are brave men, and good! You have completed your task; and so shall we fulfill our promise. We shall lead you to the Cave of Caerbannog! But be warned! No man has ever entered yon cave and lived!”

The Knights Who Say ‘Ni’ form a guard of honour around the Knights of the Round Table; the column moves out as the sun rises above the Forest of Hell.

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England; the Dark Ages; the Cave of Caerbannog; midday.

As the sun weakly reaches its highest point, the knights can be found riding on foot towards a looming and massive rock face riddled with cave openings. A foreboding atmosphere descends upon the group, and the leader of the Knights Who Say ‘Ni’ turns and demands silence with his finger. The air seems to fill with mist.

The group strides forward a dozen or more paces. The leader of the Knights Who Say ‘Ni’ halts, and signals with his eyes towards the entrance of the cave.

The wind rises a little. Green mist floats up from the depths of the cave. Bones are littered about the entrance. The silence is total.

“Behold the Cave of Caerbannog! Ye must approach with great silence!”

Keardwall turns to Feyman.

“Keep me covered. I’m going in.”

“Covered? With wha-“

“SHIT!” cries the leader of the Knights Who Say ‘Ni’, “It’s too late! There he is! RUN AWAY!”


As dozens of Knights Who Say ‘Ni’ flee in terror from the cave, the four questers turn as one towards the entrance. A large white rabbit lollops few yards out.

Keardwall turns to the leader of the Knights Who Say ‘Ni’.

“Where? Behind the rabbit?”

“It is the rabbit!!”

“You cretin!”
interrupts Feyman.

“You tit! I soiled my armour I was so scared!” admits Keardwall [1].

Title Acquired: Sir Keardwall the Exteriorly Spleened, Stony Defeater of Bandits, Destroyer of the Son of the Eel of Stafford, Terror of the West, Slayer of the Two-Headed Knight of the Wood of Doom and Soiler of Armour!

“That rabbit’s got a vicious streak! It’s a killer! He guards the Cave of Caerbannog!”

“Oh, bugger off! It’s just a bloody rabbit!”


The Cave of Caerbannog lies before the Knights of the Round Table! The location of the Grail lies written on the walls of the living rock within!

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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 38: The Mighty Herring!
« Reply #297 on: November 18, 2011, 07:21:04 am »

Retinue Member Lost: Hagley the Squire hath been crushed by the Tree!

I didn't even get a BIG NO! :(
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 38: The Mighty Herring!
« Reply #298 on: November 18, 2011, 07:39:44 am »

Sir Conchobar chuckles, punting the rabbit and heading into the cave.
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Re: Roll to Seek the Grail! Turn 38: The Mighty Herring!
« Reply #299 on: November 18, 2011, 07:40:06 am »

Retinue Member Lost: Hagley the Squire hath been crushed by the Tree!

I didn't even get a BIG NO! :(

I'm sorry. Fixed.
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