thewizardguy

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The Cucumber Lord sighs as he jumps into the pit as well, confidently striding forward.

Hell's coffee lounge

The Cucumber Lord sighs and throws you another field generator. "This thing'll keep you safe. You might want to get yours implanted to keep it safe, though. You're obviously quite crappy at defense."

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The Cucumber Lord sighs, as the pod shoots out a glowing green beam of light that scans the fog. After it's harmful properties are discovered, soon a special field is created that prevents it from recognizing the Spiral King as human, as he attaches it to his shoulder. "Now, shall we go?"

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The Cucumber Lord turns around, sighing. "Then find a safe entrance! Are you not the person who knows how to enter and leave this fog? Or have I picked a guide who doesn't even know how to bring me to my destination?" While the meal had done him good, he was getting exhasperated by the delays.

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The Cucumber Lord, already being inside, is too busy eating to care much about your comments. However, later, when he's done, he jumps out of the ship. "It turns out my pod cannot go much further, Please do not make me walk much, this would get quite boring." He moves forward, going straight towards the Fog, without a care in the world, obviously confident in his ability.

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((Actually, they were created by the First Undead, skull dude.))
The Cucumber Lord snorts, as several minions present a fan, wafting the smell away from him. "I have no need to aquaint myself with someone such as yourself. You serve a simple purpose, and after that, you are useless to me." he stands, moving to go deeper into the ship, from which emanates the smell of a well-cooked chicken breast, evenly spiced and marinaded in it's own fat. "Tell me when you're ready to move."

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((oh God how I would have loved the ability to create Bonfires at will........))
The Cucumber Lord sighs. "I'll handle anything it throws at me. Now can we go?" The advisor did not make another appearance this time. Instead, a minion provided another cocktail, which the Cucumber Lord grumpily drank.

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((Stop quoting me. We're the only people on at the moment.))
The ship teleports to his location instantly, having kept up the entire time. The ship's teleportation matrix was a fast-acting one, able to keep up with your own speed of teleportation. As you top to make camp, the Cucumber Lord does complain. "Why are you stopping? I don't see your leader anywhere here." He seems quite annoyed. The last planet had been easy. He'd crushed their main military, which had been a group of dudes with swords, and taken command. This should have been just as easy, but instead it was taking ages.

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The Cucumber Lord sighs, as the ship teleports after him instantly. However, before he can make a snyde remark, a hooded figure whispers something into his ear, before retreating out of sight once more, obviously and purposefully concealing it's face and appearance from sight. The Cucumber Lord seems to calm down. "Very well, keep doing that. It's faster than walking." He'd do well to follow his advisor's advice, at least for the time being. He needed someone to guide him where he wanted to go, tedious as it might be, and this person was the only guide available.

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He sighs, as he gets into the ship. There's a blur which covers the ship, an odd distortion, and you cna vaguely se a hundred figures all over it. When it's gone, all of a sudden, it's legs are multi-jointed. It starts walking behind you, the Cucumber Lord sitting in an ornate chair near the still opened hangar doors. It's about the size of a small house, making it a rather odd sight, but it moves with an unexpected grace, keeping the main body completely level. A minion gives the Cucumber Lord what looks like a cocktail, and he awaits the end of this journey with impatience.