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I just came out from watching The Last Act at my local cinema. It was something. It was really something.
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There aren't any in the tavern tent, but Jørmund will recall that the party met the bard who recognised him not too far from the tent. Finding him would be a simple task.
Wouldn't she want to see the looks on their faces when the revenge is discovered though?
Well, what did you expect? If a bugbear is going around proclaiming that he’s going to end your life painfully, would you stick around? :P
Well I mean obviously I wouldn't, but Kettlesteam is supposed to! She's meant to get all prideful and start performing increasingly brazen acts of mischief against the bugbear to prove her superiority and that the bugbear's initial victory against her was a fluke that was more down to the assistance of his magical goblin companion than the bugbear himself! All this nonsense about her leaving is in fact highly irregular!
That kenku pest has left
Confound thee, Haruki! CONFOUND THEE!
Rala got her own riddle
Actually, it's less of a riddle and more of a philosophical thought experiment.
@LostDestiny @XxFellsingxX
"While you should have no fear, that doesn't mean you should have no caution." The sleepwalking aasimar mumbled in warning. "For there is no power in all the multiverse capable of saving you from the consequences of reckless choices." Once more, the aasimar stirred. This time both eyes opened and he looked around in a half-awake daze. "Oh my..." He said, barely able to keep his eyes open. "I must be... sleepwalking... again..." With that said, the aasimar's eyes slid shut once more and he recited another riddle. "O. T. T. F. F. S. S... What is next?"
@Guardian Angel Haruki
The judge cat preened pridefully as Cascade addressed her next round of poetry to him. Leaves on the Breeze chuckled quietly at the cat enjoying the attention from his lofty perch. "Appealing to the judge cat's pride? That'll get him on your side." Leaves commented before returning her attention to the contest at hand.
"Rhyming words we do pursue,
To win this contest and claim what is due.
We search for poetic verses to cast,
So that we may be deemed unsurpassed.
To do such a thing, you need to be bright.
Especially if, like me, you do it all night."
@Birdboy
As Rala made her way through the hustle and bustle of the campsite to where the quieter sleeping areas where, her ears would soon pick of the sound of uneven, stumbling footfalls. These sounds belonged to an incredibly drunk orc who eventually drew level with Rala and began to speak. "Oi oi. You seem like yer smart. Smarter th'n me a'least." The orc slurred as he stumbled alongside Rala. "I need 'elp figurin' somethin' out. Y'see there's this guy, yeah? An' this guy, 'e's dead 'ard, yeah? An' 'e's got this axe what 'e uses ta do a lotta dead 'ard things, yeah? Then one day, this dead 'ard guy gets old, yeah? An' since 'e don't need 'is axe no more, 'e gives it to 'is son, yeah? An' the son goes on ta do even more dead 'ard things, yeah? But then one day the axe blade breaks, yeah? Now, the son could just get a new axe, but this is 'is dad's axe we're talkin' about 'ere, so it's got a special place in the son's 'eart, yeah? So instead, the son replaces the axe blade, yeah?"
The orc then pauses a moment to take a swig from a large jug of alcohol in his hand before continuing. "So the son goes on to do lotsa dead 'ard things jus' like 'is dad, yeah?" The orc said. "Then one day, the son gets old and passes the axe on to 'is own son jus' like 'is dad, yeah? Now the son's son also goes on to do dead 'ard things, yeah? But then one day, the 'andle breaks, yeah? Now just like 'ow the son coulda gotten a new axe but didn't, the son's son weren't about to throw away the axe of 'is dad an' 'is dad's dad over some broken 'andle, yeah? So instead, the son's son replaces the 'andle, yeah?"
The orc then pauses once more to let out a loud belch before speaking some more. "But now that both the axe blade an' the 'andle 'ave been replaced, is it still the same axe what the first guy 'ad or is it a different axe? An' also, if some wizard came along and used magic to fix the broken axe blade an' the 'andle an' put it back together, is that the real axe an' the one what the son's son 'as is a fake?"
"While you should have no fear, that doesn't mean you should have no caution." The sleepwalking aasimar mumbled in warning. "For there is no power in all the multiverse capable of saving you from the consequences of reckless choices." Once more, the aasimar stirred. This time both eyes opened and he looked around in a half-awake daze. "Oh my..." He said, barely able to keep his eyes open. "I must be... sleepwalking... again..." With that said, the aasimar's eyes slid shut once more and he recited another riddle. "O. T. T. F. F. S. S... What is next?"
@Guardian Angel Haruki
The judge cat preened pridefully as Cascade addressed her next round of poetry to him. Leaves on the Breeze chuckled quietly at the cat enjoying the attention from his lofty perch. "Appealing to the judge cat's pride? That'll get him on your side." Leaves commented before returning her attention to the contest at hand.
"Rhyming words we do pursue,
To win this contest and claim what is due.
We search for poetic verses to cast,
So that we may be deemed unsurpassed.
To do such a thing, you need to be bright.
Especially if, like me, you do it all night."
@Birdboy
As Rala made her way through the hustle and bustle of the campsite to where the quieter sleeping areas where, her ears would soon pick of the sound of uneven, stumbling footfalls. These sounds belonged to an incredibly drunk orc who eventually drew level with Rala and began to speak. "Oi oi. You seem like yer smart. Smarter th'n me a'least." The orc slurred as he stumbled alongside Rala. "I need 'elp figurin' somethin' out. Y'see there's this guy, yeah? An' this guy, 'e's dead 'ard, yeah? An' 'e's got this axe what 'e uses ta do a lotta dead 'ard things, yeah? Then one day, this dead 'ard guy gets old, yeah? An' since 'e don't need 'is axe no more, 'e gives it to 'is son, yeah? An' the son goes on ta do even more dead 'ard things, yeah? But then one day the axe blade breaks, yeah? Now, the son could just get a new axe, but this is 'is dad's axe we're talkin' about 'ere, so it's got a special place in the son's 'eart, yeah? So instead, the son replaces the axe blade, yeah?"
The orc then pauses a moment to take a swig from a large jug of alcohol in his hand before continuing. "So the son goes on to do lotsa dead 'ard things jus' like 'is dad, yeah?" The orc said. "Then one day, the son gets old and passes the axe on to 'is own son jus' like 'is dad, yeah? Now the son's son also goes on to do dead 'ard things, yeah? But then one day, the 'andle breaks, yeah? Now just like 'ow the son coulda gotten a new axe but didn't, the son's son weren't about to throw away the axe of 'is dad an' 'is dad's dad over some broken 'andle, yeah? So instead, the son's son replaces the 'andle, yeah?"
The orc then pauses once more to let out a loud belch before speaking some more. "But now that both the axe blade an' the 'andle 'ave been replaced, is it still the same axe what the first guy 'ad or is it a different axe? An' also, if some wizard came along and used magic to fix the broken axe blade an' the 'andle an' put it back together, is that the real axe an' the one what the son's son 'as is a fake?"
Sorry for taking so long, guys. Poetry is hard.
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