Quote from: ttagxamm;261346[WRT your forgotten gun: you also forgot to tell your JM that you forgot to stow your weapon.  It might be wise to remember that you left it in your locker after all.  Just sayin.']

Okay, ya got me.

I thought about it earlier, but didn't say one way or the other. Mostly, I've been assuming that I did leave it behind in the locker. So I'll go with that assumption and not try anything funny.

(And it's not because Zarko's afraid of breaking Bigby Smalls's rules; it's that Zarko is afraid of Darryl's Mom breaking Zarko. You don't cross the boss!)


I'd still like to hear a response from Creature before I decide what to do. Although this puts a decidedly different spin on it.

[Wulfgar mentioned upthread he's mid-move, so how 'bout we give him this evening to respond?  If he doesn't get a chance to chime in we'll move things along tomorrow.]

Fine by me.

(I hope to be mid-move sometime in December, myself.)

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;261269"Well, my hobling cohort," says Quazarn to Hobson, "we'd best make ourselves hard-to-find -- say, get lost among the crowd?  And what of the others?  How will we find them?"  He twists his lips in searing, incandescent thought.  "Splitting up," he reflects, "may well have been a bad idea."  Then, "To the stalls!  Let us lose ourselves among the throng, visually if not in terms of merit."

Quote from: Age of Fable;261361I change my clothes to something which will fit in with the crowd.

"An excellent plan. And yet, it's possible that they may search the crowd - believing as they do that you're a major criminal, and responsible for the head of security (and former senior police officer) getting a crossbow bolt in the leg."

"Also, you have a great big pointy head, presenting some difficulties vis a vis passing unnoticed."

Quazarn is momentarily confused when he notices the hobling in a Hawaiian shirt and deck shoes talking to him, but his keen intellect swiftly pierces Hobson's disguise.  The pair do their best to disappear into the crowd.  

The food stalls are the usual mix of fast cheap and out of control: rat-on-a-stick, roof lizard eggs fried in savory dough, burgers and brats, toasted chickenoid blood (a favorite despite the raging ontological debate over the question of the chickenoids' sentience).  There are also souvenir vendors, betting counters, and tents set up for spectators to watch the fight via holoscreen, scrying pool and quadrophenic sens-surround.  Touts race back and forth between the viewing parlors and a beer garden in the shade of a huge baobabbler tree.

Hobson seems to pass unnoticed as long as he keeps out from underfoot, but Quazarn's still drawing a few sidelong looks.

(major points for the JG "Rat-On-A-Stick" reference!)

Quazarn looks around the stalls.  "Surely," he mutters, "a crowd such as this is a good market for Ontobian somberoids.  Surely..."

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!;261577Quazarn looks around the stalls.  "Surely," he mutters, "a crowd such as this is a good market for Ontobian somberoids.  Surely..."

A sharp-eared ratling twitches her head in your direction.  She is clean for her species, though her pelt is shaved in strange teknomagical patterns.  She points a clawed finger at the beer garden and ducks out of view.

"I think you're in there mate."

"Well, she was clean for her species. That...that wasn't true of my last girlfriend."

The zombie wookie is lean but hard-muscled despite his withered flesh.  He has a wild red mane like the corona of a dying star.  His eyes are black marbles, his cheekbones hollow, his nose cracked and dry.  He fixes Creature with a wild-eyed stare, then rears back his head and roars threateningly. "RRRrrnnnggrrr!"

Well, his roar would be threatening anyway, if not for the tiny balloon squeak of his voice.  His number two wooky steps up and repeats, "RRRrrnnnggrrr!"  The half-zombie nods, and begins to walk a wide circle, dragging one foot behind him to mark it off in the dust.  He stares at creature the whole time, grinning.  

Two other wookies begin making similar circles, snarling and hooting contemptuously at you and your fighters.

"You flea bags need to find something else to do...hate to see you buncha walking carpets trying to walk with an arm shoved up your ass...", Buck has had enough.  He not so sure how he'll do against these giant bigfoots, but his patience is to the point where he doesn't really care.

Quote"You flea bags need to find something else to do...hate to see you buncha walking carpets trying to walk with an arm shoved up your ass...", Buck has had enough. He not so sure how he'll do against these giant bigfoots, but his patience is to the point where he doesn't really care.

"Kashykk?" snorts one of the wookies.  He takes a long sneering look at you.  Chuffing with mirth, he finishes drawing his circle and steps to the center.  He motions you over then, turns away dismissively.

"Fine, goddamn it..", Buck grits his teeth and grips the pipe he was carrying from earlier.  "I'm gonna go see exactly what the stinking problem is here...", Buck takes off walking towards the motioning Wook.....I'm watching for ANY sign that will indicate I can strike or if he intends to....I can't speak Wookie so how do I know he wants to fight?  I'm not taking ANY chances.

Buck wonders briefly if the wookies might be enacting some sort of wookish diplomatic ritual, but their body language says fight, no question about it.  They ain't drawin' circles in the dirt for a game of duck duck goose.

The other wooky struts about his circle, arms out and palms up, daring anyone to step in.  The half-zombie stares at Creature, still angrily squeaking in wookish.  It seems safe to assume Creature's parentage, grooming habits and manhood are called into question.

[Rondo: Pipe?  What pipe?  Citation?]

Zarko watches the wooks carefully. Are there just two of them making their half-assed crop circles?

He's also gonna keep an eye on our guys. If the shiv-meister looks like he's gonna get us all in trouble, then he's somebody who needs to be ended right quick. (Or if I missed it and the wooks already ended him then that's fine by me.)