Forgotten Freedom:104

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Cyrus Rose: SNOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Waitress:Sir, there's a letter for you. And you're sleeping in your soup.

Cyrus Rose: No, I'm drunk. There's a difference. Hand it over toots.

Waitress: Thank you sir. Hopefully it'll contain the million gold piece inheritance you conned my father into believing you had in order to stay here when you're obviously a penniless bard.

Cyrus Rose: Oh, I see....this is a race issue isn't it?

Waitress: ...Pardon?

Cyrus Rose: It's because I'm a half elf. You don't like to serve MY kind here do you.

Waitress: No it's not that. It's....

Cyrus Rose: I see, liberal bar maid refuses to serve or sleep with the half-elf bard because she hates the half-elf.

Waitress: Sleep with you!?

Cyrus Rose: Half-Elves are GOOD enough for you are they?

Waitress: No, no of course not...I mean that's not the case. Oh fine, what time!

Cyrus Rose: After dinner.

• Snatches the letter*

Waitress: *trots off*

Cyrus Rose: I wonder how long it'll take her to realize she's an elf. Hopefully it'll happen the morning after. It'll save me some break up time. Let's see what this is, probably another bill.

Dearest Nephew....

Cyrus Rose: I have an uncle?

Yes, you have an Uncle

Cyrus Rose: Good to know.

I have decided to leave my ship and it's crew to you due to the fact I'm currently retired with all of their funds on a tropical island with many beautiful women. Also, this island has no extradition treaties with any other country on the world.

Cyrus Rose: Lucky son of a...

Yes, I am. In any case, the crew are a lazy bunch of good for nothings so you'll fit right in.

Cyrus Rose: Not interested.

Some are hot lesbians

Cyrus Rose: I'm interested.

I thought you would be. In any case, you will be required to be drunk, steal, and womanize the entire way through. The crew will be docking and this document enclosed will reveal that you are the new Captain

Cyrus Rose: Splendid.

Your welcome.

Sincerely yours,

Captain Jarlot

Cyrus Rose: This is your way of kicking me off the island isn't it Uncle?

• next table over*

Jarlot: *surrounded by a bevy of beautiful women* Yes, I'm afraid it is. We took a vote. In any case, here's a list of things you're forbidden from doing.

Cyrus Rose: Oh brother.

Forgotten_Freedom:Rules_2:Things the Party Bard is Forbidden from Doing

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In his room in the Forgooten freadom Chanse shapes new melds, preparing for the hunt. Enigma helm. Check. Snipers gloves. Check Incarnate avatar. Check Elf bane Crossbow bolts, 6 clips. Check. Enough B-plans for a hive. Check Sardonic quips to use while killing the bad guys with style. Check.

IHH 'He is steathyest who they do not suspet, is swiftest who does not plan, is deadlyest who may strike a killing blow from the face of a freind. Fear is my vangard, paranoia my battlefeld, death my comerse.' his form shifts, warps, mirrors one of the riven he has seen wandering the ship. He produces a gatote from a poket, tests the tension, the wire sings. he smiles and conseals it deftly. then smothers his soul melds beneath a deep cape, hiding his weaposns amid its folds. It was time.

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34. There is no such THING as Power Word Orgasm.

Silver: That's what you think. :devil:

61. Bull's Stamina is not used for sex.

Silver: The spell is bear's endurance, and, trust me, bears are quite "long winded".

79. Half-Elves do not get all the sexiness of elves and all the large 'good parts' of humans.

Silver: Humans don't have any good parts. It's all elves. I have two words for you: Orlando Bloom.

99. The Jedi Mind trick is not to be used for Sex....and I don't know where you learned that.

Silver: :blush: (ihh: They're on to me.)

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Volrath: Uncle I have a moral question for you.

Kanatash: Ask away.

Volrath: Is it wrong to lowwer someone's saving throws as much as possible, then spike their food, drink, clothing, bed, horse, walls, and air around them with love potion, and then send a fourth generation genestealer to seduce them?

Kanatash: That depends who it is.

Volrath: The new captain and Tormos.

Kanatash: I believe that is forgivable.

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102. Touch Serene and you will suffer a fate so much worse than death bunny will start retching. 103. It starts with castration.

Bunny: Must………resist……urge……to……control……Tormos's………mind…… :tantrum: (ihh: :drool: Mustlearnnewmethodofdeaththatiscompeltelydisguisting!)

104. It also ends with castration

105. Who said he'd be allowed to die?

Bunny: I reassert my objection to violence without-out-death under the Rules of the Universe blah blah blah…………:teach:

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Silver: How do you feel?

Terra: Better than I thought I would.

Cradled in Terra's arms is a baby girl.

Lisa: Ten hours. You must be exhausted. Is there anything I can get you?

Terra: *shakes her head* No, I'm...just gonna take a nap for a bit...

She drifts off to sleep as Lisa takes the baby in her arms. The little one stirs slightly, but does not wake up.

Silver: She's simply adorable. She looks just like her mother.

Lisa: Which one? ;)

Silver: Terra. :P Any ideas on how to avoid confusion?

Lisa: No. We figure it'll work itself out.

Silver: Do you have a name picked out?

Lisa: *nods* Elina.

Volrath: Behold uncle phase to.

Volrath makes an over exagerated gesture to a strange mindflayer-like creature. It has the basic body structure of a mindflayer, but is covered in chitinous plates, has wicked clawed fingers, and two extra arms one off each shoulder. In place of forearms or hands the extra arms each end in a single giant scythe shaped claw.

Kanatash: I take it that this is part of phase two.

Volrath: Yes, it is a Tyranid Lictor. They specialize in striking from the shadows. Hopefully its stealth will divert any blame from us. That is assuming you can block the seer from psionically detecting our actions.

Kanatash: I'll do my best. What is the creature's name.

Volrath: Hannibal.

OOC: I'm going to pun hell for this... Oooo there's the inevitable right on que.

13: You mean small, fat, and ug—

WHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAMWHAM!!!!!!!!

13 (warily rasing arm from the hole): And yet this is still not any worse than an ice cream headache!

Silver: Quick save.

Caralot (tossing away stone column): Eh, you collect samples from dangerous creatures, you learn to move quickly.

Terra & Lisa: :eek: How did you get in here?!

OOcat: :embarrass I exist only to serve.

Caralot: Meaning I threatened to put his brain on DBZ for a week.

OOcat: *shudder* So little plot…

Chanse: "Uhhh Volrath, do you realy think using the Tyranids is such a good idea? your giving the Redshirts ideas." Volrath "How do you mean?" Chanse points to a shuffling red shirt with a face like a cephlapod threesome and a half grown claw emerging from his sholder. Zerg redshirt "I am wreched, but I am strong." Chanse "Not that that kina thing bothers me normaly, but between the temptation to shoot them just for the fire works, and the fact that if any of them get near Pholi this ships going to be blown to the rings of syberys in about a million pices they're more a threat than the Riven."

Lisa: Shoo.

13 & OOcat:  :weep:

Lisa: You people have no respect. She just had a baby, for crying out loud!

Terra: You know, since Caralot's here, you could give her that...

Caralot: What's that?

Lisa: We got you something.

Caralot: Really? :D

Lisa: Yeah. We found it on our travels. It struck us as something you'd like.

Leading the group out, she picks up a bag of holding and hands it to Caralot.

Bag: *kupo*

Caralot: Did this bag just...kupo? :confused:

Lisa: Open it.

From the bag pops a small creature covered in white fur. A large red pom hangs from it's head, and a pair of bat wings sprout from it's back.

Creature: Kupo?

Caralot: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKK!!!!!!! :D *grabs the creature*

Creature: KUPO-PO!?!?!?!?!

Caralot: *deathgrip* It's so cute!!!!! What's it called?!

Lisa: It's called a "moogle (http://www.finalfantasytr.com/ffcc/moogle.jpg)". They're fairy-like creatures. They seem to be adept at delivering mail and "saving progress", whatever that means.

Moogle: KUPOOOOOOO!!!!! :weep:

OOCat: I'll let you do the response if you want. I know you don't play Final Fantasy, but these things just seem too perfect for Caralot to not give her one. They can speak common, this one was just too freaked out. Though, all their sentences MUST end in "kupo".

OORampant - They also have a remarkable ability to transmute useful items out of random junk, and the capacity to adapt to most game worlds. Now come along you lot.

Drags OOCat, Caralot, Silver, and 13 out of the room.

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Satnak (holding an incarnate axe) - Look Serene its court day so, this is your last chance to back out.

Serene - Silly girl, I'm never going to back out on you. (grabs Satnak's hand) I'm sticking with you come hell or high water.

At that momet a water mein breaks and floods the deck.

Satnak (carrying Serene) - poor choice of words.

Serene - this in no way my fault

Satnak - no, but you gotta be careful about sayings

Serene - about this court thing?

Satnak - thats what the disc in my bag is for

Satnak carries Serene into a previously non-existant door. In side the crew is gathered as well as Ketty, Tirmek, and Disarray. On the other side sit Tormos, LOrd Sirinon, and the Riven.

Lord Sirinon - step forward Satnak d'Borisheel, the Sirinon have come to complete the contract your grandfather made with the Tourn, by right of subsumation.

Satnak - And I contest this claim to my hand.

Ketty - As head of our household I support this rejection.

Tormos - As the affected member of the claimant clan I also reject this. Duty is one thing, Survival is another.

Lord Sirinon - Coward! (turns to Satnak) PResent scales.

Satnak places a disc marked with a carving of a heard behind crossed rapiers, on the floor. Tormos Places a similar disk Marked with 5 shattered runes. The two begin to levitate and begin spinning.

Lord Tormos - The contract is clear, as the Tourn no longer exist to claim it we have subsumed it as is our right as the Sirinon.

The Sirinon disc speeds up.

Satnak - A second hand contract signed barely a day after my birth, protested by both parents. Before the purges wracked our clans.

The Borisheel disc catches up.

Tormos - The borisheel lack an heir and your present mate cannot provide one.

The Sirinon discs increases speed dramatically.

Satnak - Tirmek d'Tharmis son of Ketty d'Tharmis heir to the Rose can inherit the Gaurded Heart if need be.

The Sirinon Disc Slows and the Borisheel begins to accelerate.

Lord Sirinon - A half-Rakshasa, who is also in line for the Rose as well.

The Borisheel disc loses speed, but the Sirinon disk does not accelerate.

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Rose: Greetings, Gentlebeings, I am Rose Cyrus Jarlot Stephenson Sanchez Galan the Third. I am going to be your new Captain.

Redshirt: Rose is a girl's name.

• Rose raises crossbow and shoots him in the head*

Rose: That was self-defense, everyone saw that. I was afraid for my life.

Marish: What happened to Jarlot?

Rose: The answer lies in that he got everything he ever wanted. Specifically to get off this ship.

Marish: *sniffle*

Rose: Don't really he'll be back.

Marish: Really?

Rose: No, not really.

Doog: Well as first mate, I think I should be Captain.

Rose: Do you know how to keep an idiot waiting?

Doog: No.

Rose: I'll tell you later. In any case, its my determination there's just not NEARLY enough pirating going onboard this ship. Therefore, I've created this chart.

• A pie chart shows 'Not Pirating' at 98% and 'Pirating' at 2%*

Rose: This should change.

Marish: How do you even know what sort of activity is in the 98%? We could be doing very good.

Rose: Yes but I don't care since I'm getting a percentage.

Doog: How much?

Rose: How ever much time we're not pirating.

Doog: Sounds fair.

Rose: So barring the attempt to save a Princess so I can get lucky with royalty, I'm going to do my diligent best to increase the ambient evil onboard this ship.

Andrea: I'm all for that.

Rose: Spiffy, now I'm going to pose majestically and swing away.

• cuts a rope and does so*

Marish: Why didn't he just walk away?

Andrea: I have a bad feeling the apple didn't fall too far from the tree.

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Tormos - The borisheel lack an heir and your present mate cannot provide one.

"OBJECTION!"

Everyone stares as they wait for someone to dramatically storm in the room. So none of notices when Caralot swings down swashbucklingly from the ceiling.

Caralot: (looks around) :ahem: (ihh: so maybe taking up the Jarlot-ness duties won't be that easy)

Everyone turns to look at Caralot, who is now flanked by Saberiel holding Lady, and some tall human guy in a long coat with white hair.

Lord Sirinon: Well? Who are you and what objection can you pose to that statement?

Caralot: I am Caralot, Master Bloodweaver of the Wild Magic, Keeper of the Essence of the Black Water, and Most Supremely High Priest-Type Babe of the Fourth Dragon Thyrs. I object because it is chaotically possible for two females to "an heir", as your son put it, together.

Lord Sirinon: And you have proof of this?

Tormos: :confused: And what does "chaotically" mean

Caralot: Under most normal circumstances two females that reproduce sexually cannot couple adiquately to exchange the genes necessary to form an embryo—

Lord Sirinon: :zzz:

Caralot: *sigh* :nonono: It's not "physically" possible under normal procedure.

Caralot gestures to Saberiel and her baby.

Caralot: But with enough magic, it can be done. This child was concieved between a female astral deva and this succubus.

Caralot gestures, and Jaela Jarlot walks up with some image crystals.

Caralot (taking a crystal): And I have the visual records to prove it.

The crew can't see the image which Caralot projects into the minds of Lord Sirinon and Tormos.

Tormos: :gah:

Lord Sirinon: Hmmm, you make an interesting point. But this is only one example.

Caralot (taking another Crystal, this one very new): :D Not done yet.

Tormos: My brain, my sweet useless brain!

Lord Sirinon: Who are these two?

Caralot: Members of the crew. Terra and Lisa. I can have Igor get their files if you want.

Lord Sirinon: No, no. I think I've seen enough.

Caralot: Thank you for your time.

Caralot and her entourage step back. Caralot tries to duplicate Rose's exit, but instead only succeeds in dropping a chandeleir on Tormos.

Caralot: Whoops. :embarrass

OOC: I'll leave it up to you, Rampant, whether this has any effect.

Volrath: Infested redshirt's aren't so bad. *poke*

An infested redshirt expodes and Volrath regenerates.

Volrath: Next! *pokes a group of infested redshirts*

• Huge Explosion*

Volrath: This is so fun.

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At the courts Kanatash stands up to speak.

Kanatash: With some assistance Satnak and her current mate are perfectly capable of producing a child. Myself, my fiance, my nephew, many others of my relatives, and the ships druid Terra could provide such assistance.

• Rose walks in wearing a British barrister's outfit*

Rose: I object!

Lord Sirron: On what grounds?

Rose: Upon this shiny and newly swabbed floor!

Ishmael Junior: It took a flame thrower to clean off the urine, spittle, grease, grime, mud, fungus, and tooth decay that I don't even know HOW got there.

Rose: Good show. In any case, I intend to show that it is NOT possible for two women to have children!

Satnak: That's not possible because it clearly IS possible.

Rose: My friend if women discover that there's no benefit to guys, they'll be no stopping this trend. While pleasant to watch there's just no reason to date men.

Terra: I'll agree on that.

Rose: And frankly, I happen to agree and don't intend to take up on it.

Satnak: Actually sexual attraction is biological and not a c...

Rose: My first order is of course a nicely buttered lobster bisque with brocolli to the side and a fine chebleese.

Satnak: That's an old joke.

Rose: Yes, but a free meal is a free meal.

Satnak: You'd sell your dignity for a free meal?

Rose: It's a bargain. My first order is that Succubi can shapeshift as can angels, thus subverting the process. See Joey vs. Joey in the changeling divorce case where one had the first child as the father and vice versa.

Terra: How could you do this to us?

Rose: It's hardly meant to be a bad deed my dear but while I don't dispute the wonderful magic, I must inform you that Lisa WAS ALREADY MARRIED AT THE TIME OF HER WEDDING TO Terra!

Lisa: What!?

Rose: I'm afraid my dear you have forgotten something very important.

Lisa: I don't...

Rose: While Thrane is a theocracy, it was part of Page 37 of the Treaty of Thronehold that the monarchy continued to be recognized and furthermore that the heir to the throne of Thrane would marry the heir of another nation and to solidify it, even though you were a child at the time. The ceremony was carried out!

Lisa: GASP!

Rose: The Last War will thus resume unless it is so honored. As for the issue of childbirth, well that obviously works. Thank you.

• Swings away again*

Rose: Oh and you're a wonderful couple. Just felt the need to let you KNOWwwwww!

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Satnak:  :mad: What is with all the alternates?! *banishes the alt-Terra and Lisa to the puppet dimension* Is that better than killing them?

Serene: Barely.

Tormos: (i.h.h.) There ARE things worse than death...

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Rose: I'm sorry mister Ryu but that's not acceptable.

Kaiser Ryu: What the...

Rose: Hello. I'm blessed with the power of 4th wall breaking.

Kaiser Ryu: How did I...

Rose: Suffice to say my friend, I have the power to BEND LOGIC OF TIME AND SPACE. Effectively, it could be that Lisa and Terra are HERE at a latter point in time and space. Yes, TIME TRAVEL is the only thing we haven't introduced until this point to make it more complex. BWHAHAHAHA. It also allows people to interact even if they aren't in one particular seen or not.

Kaiser Ryu: Uhh.

• is suddenly back in his room*

Rose: And to any of you OTHER players, MUHAHAHAHA, I've got my eye on you.

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OOKaizer:  :mad: I liked Jarlot better anyway. Lousy girly-named Bard...

Rose: I heard that!

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Silver holds Elina as Terra holds another little girl.

Silver: What are you calling her?

Terra: Sarah.

Silver: Seems like the last part of Lisa's pregnancy went by really fast...

Terra: Our Entity said something came up, so he had to accelerate our timeline a bit.

Silver: Oh, that. Yeah. I'm not sure how much you'll like that little twist. I can only see it resulting in utter mayhem, wacky twists, and melodramatic overacting.

Terra: I get the feeling that I may have to kill something in an extremely violent way...

Silver: Let's just say that if things go badly, Bunny will be extremely happy.

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Volrath: The Last War starting again!  :D Woohoo!

Chanse: Whay are you so happy about the Last War resarting.

Volrath: It will give my new "children" a chance to feed.

Chanse: Children?

Volrath: My aberrations specifically the tyranids.

Chanse: I see.

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Kanatash: (sweeping up Caralot in his arms and kissing her) My dear why didn't mention you were back? You've been gone for so long and since you've left the only inteligent conversation I've had has been with my entity. Not that that's particularly inteligent conversation.

OOCrystalforged:  :rolleyes:

Kanatash: Ah well, after the proceeding perhaps we can do some "catching up." (chuckle) For now however I also have something for the record. If Tormos were to actually win and attempt to take Satnak away most of the crew, myself most definitely included, would hunt him down and kill him in a most unpleasent manner. Thereby leaving Sirinon without an heir without an heir since the crew would likely eliminate him before an heir could be concieved.

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Jarlot: Well I'm not DEAD or anything.

Rose: Yes, you'll be stone cold dead in a minute.

Jarlot: No, I'm fine really.

Rose: Lost at sea, NEVER to return.

Jarlot: I'm right here.

Rose: This is an un-Jarlot. It has ceased to be!

Jarlot: Gawd Damn you Nephew!

• Rose hits Jarlot with a blackjack*

Jarlot: HELLO, Epic Level. That only does 1d4 damage!

Rose: Uhhh...they're mocking you on your blog!

Jarlot: WHAT! THOSE SON OF A...

• runs off to start flaming them and will likely be at it for hours*

Rose: Between that and World of Warcraft, he should be fine.

• Mystery Science Theatre team*

Crow: It's like Megatron and Starscream all over again.

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Following Caralot's announcement and evidence, the Sirinon discs slows somewhat and the Borisheel surges foward and starts a faint buzzing. After Rose has Spoken... the Sirinon disc begins shaking and roaming slowly about hile maintaining a slight increase in speed.

Lord Sirinon - I've never seen it do that before. :confused:

After Kanatash.

Satnak - Thats assuming you don't let your gaurd down the moment you do I'd kill you both. :D

The Sirinon disc Slows somewhat but begins circling the Borisheel disc.

Lord Sirinon - I'm pretty sure it shouldn't do that. Just in case.

A quick disintigrate spell carves out a depression into which both discs sink. maintaining about 6 inches of clearance above the floor.

Lord Sirinon - Anyway,...

Satnak - WAIT A MINUTE! this is turning into a bey batlle.

Tormos - So I'm not the only Off-world comic collector in the room.

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Kanatash: Ah well, after the proceeding perhaps we can do some "catching up." (chuckle) Caralot: Sorry love, don't have time. I have to go round up my carnivorous waffle irons. And unfortunately now that I'm back I'm going to have to reveal the Big Secret to Lisa.

OOcat: :rolleyes: Not that it's going to be that spectacular.

• • • • poof*****

Silver: You guys back again so soon?

Caralot: No time for—EEEEEEEEEEE!!!! :D She is sooooooo cUUUUUUUUte!

The guy with white hair shoves his fingers into his ears.

Guy: Not do that! Too much in hearing.

Caralot: Oh, sorry Weylin.

Lisa: (looks at Weylin suspiciously)

Terra: Okay, who's this guy?

Caralot: This is Weylin. (looks seriously at Lisa) He's your half-brother…

Lisa: :bored: Considering how many weird relatives have come out of the woodwork, that isn't a surprise.

Caralot:…on your father's side…

Lisa: :mad: No-good self-obsessed jerk, I think that's been covered.

Caralot:…he's a half-werewolf, you see…

Lisa: I've strayed so far from the teachings of the Purist idiots that that doesn't bother me. (hands Elina to Caralot, then embraces her brother) Welcome to the family.

Caralot: Er, wait, I wasn't talking about your brother at that point……got ahead of myself.

Lisa: (replays the conversation) You were talking about my— :eek:

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Terrek strides forth from the audience.

Terrek: I would also like to offer my objection. My daughter is a more than suitable mate to continue the Borisheel being of both innate power and Royal birth. (Turns to Tormos) You sir called her a peasant. She is in fact Princess of my realm and sole heir to my throne. Such a joining would be far more beneficial to the Borisheel line than what you are attempting to enact. (Spreads arms to address all assembled) Consider this: My daughter and her betrothed have developed a relationship of mutual love and understanding. This, by mere coincidence alone, would be a powerful joining of two families uniting them as one. While I am not one inclined to believe in fate, such a better match, one forged of love and beneficial in such a matter should not be overlooked. That is all for now (Returns to his seat.)

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Rose *dressed now in lawyer robes* I point out that there is also some new rules to regards to the crew as well. FOR THE AUTHORS.

Judge Jarlot: What praytell are these rules.

Rose: Number one, just because Lisa is possibly the only endearing character does not allow one to randomly introduce new relatives.

Charles Phipps: HEY! Are you setting rules for me!

Rose: Yes, Kaiser Ryu gave me a five spot to lower his work load.

Judge Jarlot: Me too. The sentence is death!

Charles Phipps: GAH!

Judge Jarlot: To be carried out in one hundred years, next rule!

Rose: Also, its required of every man to not randomly introduce new plots for other people's characters.

Charles Phipps: I'm feeling a bit picked on.

Judge Jarlot: Lock him up with the Balrog in the Drunk Tank then.

Charles Phipps: NOooooooooooooooooooooooo!

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Terra: So, you're saying that our kids are what could amount to be the most bizzare collection of racial lineages not created by you?

Caralot: More or less.

Waylin: I'm a bit out of the loop. What do you mean?

Lisa: I think we'd better let our Entity explain this bit of confusion.

OOKaizer:  :D Ooooo, goody! I get to show off!

Terra & Lisa:  :rolleyes:

OOKaizer: Ok. With everything that has happened, Terra is no longer just an Elf. The closest racial descriptors I could come up with for her are Elf/Half-Fiend (variant)/Half-Celestial (variant) hybrid. With this little twist, that makes Elina and Sarah Half-Elf/Eighth-Werewolf/Half-Fiend (variant)/Half-Celestial (variant).

Caralot: Why didn't you dilute the Half-Fiend & Half-Celestial lineage?

OOKaizer: Terra's lineage is highly unorthodox. She didn't directly decend from Fiends or Celestials, so their effect on further generations is uncertain.

Terra: Meaning you just haven't decided yet.

OOKaizer:  :mad:

Lisa: So that would make me...a fourth werewolf?

OOKaizer: Yep. I happen to think it works rather well.

Lisa: You know, after the initial shock, I'm surprisingly ok with this.

Terra: I'm not surprised. You're married to, and just had children with, another woman. Your father is the ***hole leader of the very Church you hope to free from corruption. Your mother is the deposed Queen of Thrane. According to this guy *points at OOKaizer*, you're also married to some as-of-yet unnamed member of another Royal house against your will, who I may or may not have to smite at some point. You have not one, but TWO twin sisters you had no prior knowledge of. And last but not least, you're a PALADIN living on a PIRATE SHIP. A stranger to oddity is something you most definitely are not.

Caralot: *staring at the kids* Such unique physiology...I MUST HAVE IT! :drool:

OOKaizer: Not now. Wait until they're older, then we'll talk.

Caralot:  :weep:  :allalone:

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Lord Sirinon - Show me proof of this realm.

Terrek - Ok

A portal opens below

Lord Sirinon - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

3 minutes later a portal opens above the floor

Lord Sirinon (wearing a funny hat) - OOF! ok ok she's a princess.

Rose - In that case I must....

Fluffy - MeOOOOOW (Dragon Streamer)

A coiling column of ice and fire silences the unruly bard.

Fluffy - (to the Sirinon) Meow Meowow Memeow (I don't like Serene, I don't like her near my mommy,...but she makes mommy smile, you make mommy sad, go away)

The Borisheel disc speeds up.

Tormos -  :twitch: ok i love life enough to know I don't want to win this, but come on its a cat, and an ugly one at that.

Fluffy - Meow (of course my question is who decided you were allowed to talk)

Tormos -  :twitch: Is it mocking I can't tell.

Slaypaw - Yes he's mocking you, now sit down you whiny little brat.

Lord Sirinon - Fine then what of your duty to the decimated clans? this alliance give them the courage to rise once more as a unified people, once more under the Flag of the Sirinon.

The Sirinon disc speeds up immensly and begins boincing around the pit.

Satnak - Clans that ran and fled While mine fought, clans that left me and my sister to wander a hostile eberron on our own, clans that would remember us only when it fits their needs.

The Borisheel disc begins spinning sorapidly as to create a medium sized whirlwind that draws in the Sirinon Disc.

Lord Sirinon - Ok that really shouldn't happen.

Satnak - What shouldn't? your losing? :D

Lord Sirinon - No, not that you should be, but i mean the bouncing and clanging.

Liam - I believe that is a result of the wiersan energy created here. Satnak's disc has had time to adjust, while your has not.

Tormos - Everyone get back from the pit.

Rose/Lord Sirinon/Admiral Jarlot Sr. - Why? (stick their heads in for a better look)

FOOOOOOM

Rose/Lord Sirinon/Admiral Jarlot Sr. - (with soot stained faces and blown away hair) OH!

Tormos - Aw Bloody Khyber their still going at it.

The discs are whirling and sparking ramming up against each other, the Borisheel disc seems to be doing better than the unsteady Sirinon.

Lord Sirinon - I didn't want to have to do this, but... I challenge Princess Serene's suitability on basis of her personal power. Lets see that pampered child's "Inate Power".

The discs cease their conflict. Maintaining rotation and speed warily circling.

Satnak - NO you don-

Lord Sirinon - Riven Bind Her.

The riven Grab Satnak and merge into her body, their broken golden sigils remain pressed against her held by the riven just beneath.

Tormos - FAther no I won't...

LOrd Sirinon - The challenge has been made You will fight with all your strength.

Tormos - Yes ( at least I can't use the riven if they are binding Satnak, unfortunatly I can't see a possibility that offers them a chance :( )

Terrek - What do you mean by this? :mad:

Lord Sirinon - Simple your daughter vs. my son one on one. Winner is Wed to Satnak in the eyes of the clans.

Terrek - You can't just (charges foward)

Terrek bounces off the Discs as they rise from the pits and project a force wall around Serene and Tormos that expands to give them ample room to fight. Squishing a few redshirts in the process.

Liam - Yep the Borisheel disc has adapted to this ship.

Terrek - She is unarmed, Satnak do someth- :confused:

Satnak is frozen, completely and utterly fixed.

Terrek - Impossible you lack such strength

Lord Sirinon - I do, but the collective power of the Riven is unlimited.

Inside the Ring

Serene - Is this really what I must do to save her? :(

Tormos - Yes, I'm sorry, but I must ask you to surrender. I see no possibility for you to win. :(

Serene - NEVER! :weep: I PROMISED HER. I promised never to abandon her like that. If I must Fight to save her, THEN I WILL.

Serene draws the Gaurded Heart and Points it straight at Tormos.

Serene - Back down before I have to use this. :(

Tormos - (looks at his father) ... I cannot.

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