Forgotten Freedom:67
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Satnak stumbles onto the deck as the sun just crests the horizon.
Satnak: Bloody mol, I've got the hangover from hell.
Kanatash: Ah good, I see you're awake. I suppose you're going to open your presents now.
Satnak: For the moment, just your's. I need to know whether or not it's good enough to convince me NOT to kick your *** for that stunt you pulled last night.
Satnak rips open the box to reveal a simple piece of ragged cloth with a ring attatched to it. On the cloth the words are written, "pull ring. Do not use indoors."
Satnak: (sceptically) This had better be good. (pulls the ring)
The piece of cloth turns midnight black and springs from Satnak's hands. It lands upon the deck and expands to form a massive sheet of blackness. From this blackness rises a dragon. A dragon covered in fine, highly reflective scale and surrounded by a shroud of shimmering light. A dragon dwarfing Mr. T is size. A dragon with three heads.
Satnak: Alright, I didn't see that coming.
Kanatash: Caralot and I thought a warrior of you calliber could use a mount of similar calliber. This is a Great wyrm Prismatic Dragon. (see ELH) We saw to it that it recieved several more abilities on top of it's own impressive repitour, including the extra heads. (FYI Standard great wyrm prismatic dragons are CR 66 :devil: ) I'll go over all it can do later. I has also been trained to be unswervingly loyal to you and you alone in the face of ultimate temptation, certain death, or even mind control. So do you like it.
Satnak: Not bad. I'm still not sure I shouldn't knock your incorperal *** back to Xoriat.
Kanatash: I thought you might feel that way so last night I took the liberty of tracking down the last of the Jarlot Leage in their own dimensions and aquiring this. (hands her a slip of paper)
Satnak: (glances at the paper) Is this the Chilli recipie?!
Kanatash: Yes.
At this point Norbaz happens to stroll onto the deck. Satnak rushes him and grabs him by his collar while shoving the piece of paper into his hands.
Satnak: YOU. CHILLE. NOW!
Norbaz: But I...
Satnak: I SAID NOW!
Norbaz: Ok, ok, I'm going! (takes off below decks)
Satnak: AND I WANT IT AT LEAST 20 ALARMS! (clutches head) Bloody mol.
Kanatash: So is all forgiven?
Satnak: I suppose. It's not like it was all THAT much of a disruption. Ugh, what I really need right now is a hangover cure.
Kanatash: Ah, I'm afraid I can't help you there. You could always use the captain's method however.
Satnak: What's that?
Kanatash guestures over to an even more drunk than usual Jarlot who is stumbling across the deck after relieving himself on the keel, much to John's displeasure.
Kanatash: Never sober up in the first place.
Jarlot is stumbling around the lower decks after Satnak's party, even drunker than usual. (which is hard to do) He's been stumbling aimlessly through the bowels of the ship for several hours and by chance wanders into the former Jarlot League headquarters. Inside the shadows are thick. Suddenly the sound of hissing, labored breath can be heard as a figure emerges from the shadow. The figure is dressed entirely in black with a long cape, parts of his body seem mechanical and no part of his actual skin is visible.
Jarlot: (slured) Heth, whoth ark youg?
Darth Jarlot: The booze is strong in this one. (waves his hand in front of Jarlot)
Jarlot: (suddenly sober) What the ****?!
Darth Jarlot: Jarlot, I am your father.
Jarlot: Are you serious.
Darth Jarlot: Ugh... Yeah.
Jarlot: ...Sweet Kyber, YES! I was afraid that senile old son of a ***** was actually related to me! So dad, you want to Conquer the galaxy and rule it as father and son?
Darth Jarlot: (shrugs) Sure...
Many of the Scum are gathered in a large audience hall. Terra stands on stage, Death Paper on her shoulder.
Terra: Ok. This marks the final exercise before finals in Squirrel 101. I need not remind you that you are required to pass at least this far per the Captains orders on pain of Caralot.
Scum: "Yeah, yeah." "We know." "Get on with it! I'm sober!"
Terra: Very well. Now, translate what I say: "My acorn is missing."
Scum: Squeak squeakin', squeak squeakity.
Terra: "Did you eat the acorn?"
Scum: Squeaker squeak squeak squeakin'?
Terra: "You owe me a new acorn."
Scum: Squeak squeak squeak, squeak squeaker squeakin'.
Terra: *sniff* I'm so proud of you guys...
It is the night after Satnak's party. Suffice to say the boozes provided were of both top quality and top quantity.
Nalfien wakes up to the sight of Sharn... from several miles up. Nalfien: How the hell did this happen? Nalfien looks up to see, he is being held, by a rope hanging off the Forgotten Freedom. It is loosely wrapped around his leg. Nalfien: How do I get up? Somebody help me! Please help me!
Faint cries for help drift up to the main deck. Muradin and Terra are on opposite sides of a table. Several passed out redshirts in overturned chairs cover the deck. In the center of the table is a large pile of coins and gems. Scattered about it are shot glasses and bottles. Terra: Muradin, your continued effots are impressive, but you can't win. Muradin: Yes me can! Terra grabs each of them a shot glass, and pours into both, from a bubbling blue bottle. Terra: Fine, bottoms up!
Slip wakes up, stretching her arms in back of herself. Clouds rush by the window, and a pleasant smell drifts in from the kitchen. Slip: I haven't slept that well, since I got to this campaign setting (looks out window) Wait if I've been sleeping... Who's driving the ship! Slip tears out of her room and down the hall.
Jarlot Sr. wakes up as well. Slip runs by his open door. Jarlot Sr.: I slept good. What time is it? V appears out of thin air. He is holding a small leather ball. V: Dodgeball time! Jarlot Sr.: Damnit V! What time is it?! V: (throws ball at Jarlot Sr.) I said it was dodgeball time, *****!
Ketler is lying beside Ninja Jeala, trying to remain absolutely still. Ketler (thinking to himself) : I have got to get out of here! She'll kill me! How did I get here? What happened last night? Does she know what happened? What do I do!?
Squinty opens his eyes to see he is without corrective lenses or his seeing-eye chocobo. Everything around him is pitch black. Squinty: Guys this isn't funny! Guys? ???: Die vile beast! Squinty: Ah! Squinty begins shooting his rays off at random. Voice from nowhere: Congradulations, you have successfully killed Drizzt. This has allowed for you to level-up several times. Which class do you wish to gain? Squinty: Well I can't see anyways , so Beholder Mage! voice: Ding! Squinty: Is that it? I always thought a level-up would be more impressive. Anyways, I cast locate person. Where am I? Voice: You are in Volrath's closet. In front of you is a locked door. Behind you is a shoggoth. (Squinty shouts a rather feminine scream.) To your right are Maxim, Jenny and various other Modest Destiny characters in glass tubes.
Meanwhile Volrath wakes up to the feel of a female body beside him. Volrath: So sweety how did you like that homecomi- He turns over to see Lisa. Volrath: :shocked: Lisa's eyes shoot open. Lisa: :OMG! upon realizing the situation, they do the only reasonable thing to do, scream.
Klaz wakes up inside a room full of sleeping aberrations. Klaz (thinking) : How did this happen? Just have to think of a plan... The screams of Volrath, Squinty, and Lisa pierce the silence. All of the aberration awaken. Klaz: Oh :censored:
Hoybee wakes up and rolls over to see the old dwarf lady, also awakening. Hoybee: I had a really good time. Old dwarf lady: So did I. Hoybee: I know you don't believe in sex before marriage, (View zooms out to show both of them on separate beds, with a shimmer in the air between them.) but was the wall of force really necessary?
Satnak - What is this
Sees pile of gifts.
Satnak - Ok this ones from the disaster duo and their little escapade.
Opens envelope poited at the cieling away from anything fragile.
Satnak - No explosions? :confused: I'm almost dissapointed.
Looks inside.
Satnak - Oh those brilliant bastards!!
Kithle - Thats wierd.
Doog - What?
Kithle - For a moment I felt someone muscling in on my territory, but thats also my territory.
Doog - I thought you retrained out all that chemeleon stuff.
Kithle - Not really I just actually have most all those powers and abilities for real, now.
Doog - So your saying your in the same league as Satnak?!
Kithle - HELL NO!!! I just have the brain sucker version. I can cast a few really nice druid spells but, not as many as Terra, and i can't wildshape, or have poison immunity.
Doog - ah
Fluffy - Meow (who the hell are you)
Prismatic - apparently I'm Satnak's new mount.
Fluffy - meorl :confused: , meow (whatever your my *****)
Sa'vor sits on a Table all of his own, in Erks place. its the night before Slip comes back. before him is a glass of water. the others drink and laugh, though their voices seem further away to Sa'vor, as if they're only echo's. Volrath sits down opposite him,
Volrath: Hey, are you okay? you see a bit more brooding than usual
Sa'vor: *looking up* hmmm?
Volrath: never mind. *walks off*
Mia sits down opposite Sa'vor. a look of concern on her face.
Mia: Hi, you dont look to happy. whats wrong?
Sa'vor: *sigh* you really wouldnt understand.
Mia: of course i would. renember, im only here to help. *small energy spike*
Sa'vor: well...
Mia: come on. i wont tell anyone else
Sa'vor: *anger fills him suddenly. he stands up and grabs her around the throat. he lifts her off the floor like a rag doll* I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR MIND GAMES MIA! STAY OUT OF MY MIND! * Sa'vor hurls her across the room as if she was a rag doll. she crashes into Volrath and Terras table. causing it to be knocked into shards*
everyone turns to Stare at Sa'vor. anger still burning in his eyes. his gauntleted hands clench and unclench.
Aerith: Sa'vor! that was really uncalled for, she was only trying to help
Sa'vor: do you know what? im tired of people probeing around in my mind, and messing with my senses. im tired of all these constant mind games and plots. will any of you leave the past alone! no! leave it alone!
Sa'vor blasts the door of its hinges and leaves. his mailed boots making no sound. thunder crackels overhead.
Terra: that was strange... whats eating him?
Tara: *sighs* its just this day, he always gets like this on this day. he just needs some alone time.
Volrath: which day would this be then?
Tara: well... i shouldnt really be telling you this, but its his birthday.
Terra: i dont see whats so bad about that....
Naz'roth: which also happens to be the day his mother died, and he lay criticaly injured. as well as coinciding with the day mourning. not really a good day for him, it plays on the inadiquecy he feels at being a cripple. he's always felt that he's not a true dragon, because thats the society that he wanted to be a part of...
Tara: this is what drives him to seek power, this feeling that he'll never be good enough. and that his father abandoned him because he was an abomination. also, his only true friends and comrades, members of the Cyran army. like his second family really, was wiped out. leaving him alive. it burns in him that he didnt die by their sides, as one of them. that he couldnt follow them into the after life.
Naz'roth: We where part of the 122nd Company, Sa'vor has always wanted to die in combat. its the Valenar in him, to die in the way his chosen ancestor did, along side his comrades or for a greater cause. but that death has always eluded him, no matter how hard he tried.
Volrath: so the best cause of action would be...
Naz'roth: let him cool down, give him a day. he'll be fine as soon as it passes, just when your within a hundred feet of him, do not on any count anger him.
Terra: and things that could anger him are?
Tara: mentioning death. fathers. family. Power. race. half-breeds .. the last war, anythign along those lines.
***
Sa'vor walked through the twisted wastes that where once Cyre. though they where not his people he felt their suffering. they adopted him into the ranks of the millitary. a skilled warlock even then, as well as a keen warrior. with a Daemon lord bound to him no less, where rare things indeed. he renembered it like it was yesterday, that final battle, him and Pyran. side by side, Sa'vor unleashing eldritch blasts and Pyrans dual wands blasting away. then there had came the Mourning, Sa'vor had seen Pyrans soul pulled from his body. and his own very essence damaged, only Naz'roth hand kept him alive. there, barely alive, amungst the dead. allies and enemies, their blank eyes staring upwards into the sky's. never to walk the earth again. wives and children probably awaited many of the older men, or sweethearts the younger. all gone. all gone. all had followed the reaper into that realm of death, their final sacrifice showing the pointlessness of that infernal war. Sa'vor had been left behind, no longer would the 122nd company flag fly, no longer would he and pyran fight side by side. dead. all dead.
Sa'vor sighed. immortality was a curse
There is a sign next to the door of Erk’s Place.
Tonight: Battle of the Bands, featuring: Muradin Smash! The Elminstrels The What Definitely NOT Kithle The Jaela 3 Red Hot Chilli Counting Crow The Seriously P*ss*d-off Dead The Vermin Screaming Horrible Death
And our special guests (that means no killing):
The Silver Flame Templar Choir
Levy - You look like forbes after a fight, Scaly and depressed.
Sa'vor - I don't have to deal with right now, cocky little mortal.
Levy - Watch it or I'll feed you to Fluffy.
Sa'vor - ... Your lucky you know.
Levy - Right Either I'm stunted, cold hearted, or I'm gonna end up hurting the two most important people in my world.
Sa'vor - Eventually your pain ends.
Levy - You don't get it do you, my power can constantly repair the weakness caused by age, a partially synthetic form helps as well. My life expectancy is longer than yours. Now I know why that look on your face reminds me of Forbes. When he kills with his mental link abilitites he lives parts of his opponents life throught their eyes. He's old possibly older than the gods by now. Its wierd its not really him, but parts of that corner of his mind affect the rest, he doesn't get shocked, often forgets dates, or non cyclic events. Time is losing its meaning to him already, It happens to every one of the students eventually, but we subliminate it under our mortal natures to drive on. Forbes has to fight a lot more experience than we do, I bet your time powers have a similar effect on you.
Sa'vor - ...
Levy - I gotta deal with something.
Terra counts her winnings from the drinking contest at the party. It was quite the haul, considering she bested two dozen Redshirts, Nalfein, and stayed awake longer than Muradin.
Lisa: Why'd you agree to it?
Terra: Well, a bunch of the new recruits heard about me and refused to believe a woman could beat them at drinking. You know the type. Hairy, smelly, bar haunting losers who talk big but can't back it up.
Lisa: A lesson in humility?
Terra: That, and not to mess with the higher ups. Maybe the next one should be on the benefits of good hygene. Ugh...
Terra: He stumbled on deck slobbering drunk and thought it was a good idea to try his luck. I was quite surprised that he lasted seven rounds. He's not as much of a lightweight as I thought. After he passed out for a few minutes, he got back up and stumbled over the side, getting himself tangled in that rope. I thought it best to let him sleep it off.
Lisa: You and Muradin kept going till he fell asleep.
Terra: He's never been able to accept defeat. Dwarven pride and all that. I do admire his tenacity though. He stopped passing out after the first 20 years of trying.
Satnak - I know that tone, I didn't dream that then.
Levy - No, no you didn't
Satnak - I guess its your move then.
Levy - Why is it always games with you breakers?
Satnak - By defining the rules of the situation you gain power over those who play by them.
Levy - I guess this is why you and Forbes don't get along, your too much alike.
Satnak - We both fell for you didn't we?
Levy - Ooh, low kid.
Satnak - ...
Levy - DAMMIT Satnak I WANT MY LITTLE SISTER BACK! I WANT MY FRIEND FORBES BACK! I can't be your lover or his. :weep: :banghead:
Satnak - I was afraid you'd say that. :(
Levy - What now? where do we go from here?
Satnak - You give your little sister a hug, you guys go home, and I heal for a while.
Levy - I'm supposed to be the mature one here Little Sis.
Satnak - Thats why we love you Levy you never did grow up all the way. Don't ever lose that.
Levy - -Hug-
Satnak - Ow watch the kidney.
Levy - Bye.
Satnak - Don't worry I'll be back for Illis's wedding.
Levy - Guess I know now why you two never hooked up.
Satnak - Don't you go taking the blame for things now, I made my own choices. I have no regrets.
Levy - There you go again, sounding like Forbes.
Satnak - You hate someone long enough and you start picking things up.
Levy - See ya
Satnak - Don't worry you will.
Levy, Rixle, and Telfon open the portal and leave.
There is a knock on the door to Sa'vor's secret chamber.
13: If I was Igor I wouldn't have knocked.
Sa'vor stares at the progenitor dragon critically.
Sa'vor: How did you find this place?
13: I deliver the mail now. I've made it my job to know where everyone is at any time.
13: No. It really wasn't that difficult. You were depressed, miserable. I still have the ability to warp time around those who suffer, and the way you've been going on it took a lot of my power not to pop right in here.
Sa'vor turns over in the hammock so he doesn't have to look at 13.
Sa'vor: Just leave the mail and go away.
13: You're starting to remind me of me.
Sa'vor: …………What do you mean?
13: Being all despressed because you think you can't change the past. And in your case I'm guessing you think you can't change the future. (it dumps a load of packages and envelopes onto the floor near Sa'vor) Your experience with me and the Mourning should have taught you at least one thing: time is more mutable than anything else. It's only when you acknowledge—not just allow to be but fight against as well—a vision of the future or the past does it control you.
Sa'vor: Time is set in place for a reason.
13: To do what? Why not just live? If you're controlled by destiney then everything you do is what you're supposed to do. If you're not, then do what you want and you'll be ahead of the game.
Sa'vor: …while around me everyone dies.
13: How does that make you unique? Mortals with less lifespan than you experience that problem every day. They b*tch and moan about it too. And yes, before you say anything, it does end with death. But you know what? Sometimes they move on. They keep living.
Sa'vor: ……………I think I missed something there.
13: Go live. Go find Slip and snog her. Get roaring drunk and wake up in bed next to her with no clothes on and no memory of what you did. By my mother! ask her to marry you, it's not like it's out of place these days. But can you really offer her anything the way you are?
Sa'vor can't answer.
13: I'd better get out of here now. I'm talking to a guy who thinks he'll live forever when he doesn't even realize he's died a long time ago.
Rifling through her gifts, Satnak comes across a small box from Terra and Lisa. Opening it, she finds an envelope and a note. The note reads as follows: "Never forget that you are more than just a warrior. Even Breaker Prime's need to be pampered once in a while. You may use this any time and as much you wish. If you want company, don't hesitate to ask."
Within the envelope is a card entitled: "Nina's Day Spa and Massage Parlor: Lifetime Membership."
Jarlot and Darth Jarlot quietly sneak into Kelter's lab where they find the artificer bent over, tinkering with his latest creation. Jarlot aproaches Kelter while Darth Jarlot hangs back in the shadows.
Jarlot: Say Kelter, do you still have that army of stormtroopers you used when Kanatash's duplicate went all Agent Smith on us?
Kelter: (not looking up from his work) Of course, you don't throw away stuff like that.
Jarlot: With complimentary blaster I presume.
Kelter: What kind of two-bit hack to you take as? Of course they have blasters.
Jarlot: Ok, then do you could craft me a lightsaber?
Kelter: I never leave home without one. (pulls a drawer open to reveal half a dozen lightsabers) What color do you want and how many blades?
Jarlot: I'll pick later, now could you make me some spaceships, say Tie fighters?
Kelter: I have a dozen prototype models in the back right now.
Jarlot: How about a star destroyer?
Kelter: Oh, I think there's a half finished one somewhere around here.
Jarlot: About how long would it take you to convert the ship into a death star then?
Kelter: Oh, I'd say 24 hours tops to have it operational, 48 and it should be invulnerable to any rebel skum.
Jarlot: Excellent, so could you make the imperial march play in the background whenever I walk.
Kelter: (cringes) Sorry, I just don't have the technology. Say, why do you want all this stuff anyways?
Jarlot: Oh, dad and I are just planning to concure the galaxy together.
Kelter: (perplexed) But you hate spending time with senior, why are you-
Darth Jarlot: (stepping from the shadows) No, not senior. I am his father.
Kelter: Bull****, thats not-
Kelter suddenly grabs his throat and begins to gag as his feet lift off the ground.
Darth Jarlot: I find your lack of faith disturbing.
Jarlot holds out a hand to stay Darth Jarlot
Jarlot: Father, we still need the services that he can provide to us.
Darth Jarlot looks at him for a moment before letting his hand drop to his side. Kelter is released and crumples onto the ground. Jarlot moves to his side and helps him to his feet.
Jarlot: I apologize, now I offer you this, aid us now and when we rule I belive a VERY favorable position may be found for you in the coming empire.
Kelter: (considering for moment) What the heck, I'm not involved in any other plots right now. What do you want me to put together first?
Volrath: I sense something is very wrong right now. Terra: Someone trying to take over the world before you, Great Old One summoned, bunnies reproducing too quicky? Volrath: No something much worse than all of those combined. Someone asked to have my theme song. Terra: Imperial March? Volrath: Yes. Terra: Why haven't you played it in a while? Volrath: I don't know, but now seems like a good time. Volrath laughs maniacly and the song is heard all over Eberron.
13: Hey, Jarlots, I'm joining you.
Jarlot: Why? You haven't struck me as evil lately.
13: Who says I have to have a reason? I became an Entity of Non-existance recently, I get to do illogical things.
Darth Jarlot: How can we be sure your loyalties lie with us?
13: Let me put it this way: if we come across anyone who preaches that you can be good and control your emotions you won't need to waste energy strangling them because I'll get there before you.
Darth Jarlot: Impressive.
Kithle - Looks like I'm gonna have to deal with this one. Ugh, let me see first annihilate any redshirts with a farming back ground. Lock up the Mindbolds, and bribe jingo the shade to stay the hell out of this. Mug anyone dressing in brown, or all black. Gah where's Andrea we need her wraiths again.
Random Entity from Non-existance: We've got a probelm.
Silver: How so?
Random Entity from Non-existance: I just reviewed the Alt-Jarlot threads, and Jarlot is supposed to be Han Solo.
Crow: This is Jarlot Sr. as Darth Vader. Not a problem.
Random Entity from Non-existance: So does that mean that Han is really Luke?
Silver: I don't think we have to play tight with the accuracy of the Star Wars references.
Random Entity from Non-existance: But then how am I supposed to eliminate the Alts that don't conform to the proper standard?
Silver: Sr. is an annoying evil bastard……hey, wait, the Random Entity from Non-existance is right! Sr. makes a much better Emperor than Vader!
Crow: But this way Kantash can play Obi-wan.
Silver: The whole incorporeal thing? Isn't that just a shortcut?
Random Entity from Non-existance: Then who's Yoda?
Crow: Well it can't be Igor because no matter what happens Igor is always Igor.
Silver: C-3PO?
Random Entity from Non-existance: No, no, he's not prissy enough.
Crow: Hold on, maybe Kithle's the emperor.
Random Entity from Non-existance: No way. He's too smart. He'd never fail to take the Ewoks into account.
Crow: Oh, yeah. Guess it can't be any of the übers, then.
Silver: Would Satnak work as Leia? She can kick but with the best of them.
The three try to picture Satnak with her ears covered by the bagle style.
All three: No.
Random Entity from Non-existance: Ooo! Lisa. She's part of a royal family, she's tough, but she's also got a nice feminine side.
Silver: And Terra works as Han. I mean, she's roguish.
Crow: But again she's just too smart. She doesn't fit "reckless scoundrel".
Lucky: Hi.
All three: :blink: :lightbulb :shifty: :devil:
Lucky: (anime sweat drop)
Random Entity from Non-existance: And the best part is we can make Erk Chewbacca. But we still don't have Obi-wan, Luke, Yoda, Lando, R2, 3PO…
Satnak - I'm a mess I'm gonna try this spa place.
Lisa - Thats the last of the invitations.
Terra - I got the church booked.
Satnak - Uh, I know you two are really busy right now, but do you have time to take a day or two off and try this place out?
Silver - NOOOO!
Kithle - I thought was gonna have to suggest something.
Crow - Your trying to ruin this aren't you?
Kithle - Read the plaque.
Random Entity - We'll just use others.
Kithle - Yes, but its a lot more fun to watch pholly try to be Yoda, than to watch the shade or the mindbolds succeed.
Silver - Your messing with the cast purely for your own entertainment? don't you care about which side wins?
Kithle - Read the plaque.
Crow - The distubing part is that he wears it as a necklace.
Crow: Squishy could be Jabba. Silver: That's is quite a stretch. Crow: He's the closetst thing we got. Silver: Maybe I'll think of something, but for now alright. Crow: Nalfien could be the emperor, if we magically aged/deformed him and we replaced all of the fireball pages of his spellbook with lightning bolt pages. Silver: Wait maybe Terra could be Jabba. Crow: No Jabba is far to stupid. He's also pervy in a different way than Terra. Silver: Volrath could be that "thing" in the garbage dump. Crow: Ninja Jaela could be Boba Fett. Silver: I think we have just defined a new level of weirdness.
(at the spa, currently in a mudbath.)
(PS: SEPARATE ONES, YOU PERVERTS! :D )
Satnak: So, you gonna tell me who's doing what?
Terra: Well, as you know, Sakura/Jaela's leading the ceremony. As for Brides maids, I'm having Caralot and P/Y/R.
Lisa: I'm having Aerith as one...and I kind of hoped you would be the other.
Satnak: :blink: :D Seriously?!
Lisa: Absolutely.
Satnak: :w00t: What else?
Terra: Well...Doog's the flower girl.
Satnak: :twitch: Uh...
Lisa: Yes, we know. He really wanted to, and we couldn't think of anything else for him to do.
Satnak: O....kay...
Terra: Volrath is my Best man, with the expressed condition that he doesn't try to pull anything.
Lisa: John's mine. (OOC: Don't ask how. Weirder stuff than this has happened on this thread.)
Satnak: :confused: Isn't Best man reserved for the groom?
Lisa: Well, there isn't technically a groom, no. But we thought it would be nice to include the Best man position anyway.
Terra: Chalky and his band are on music.
Lisa: Erk and Norbaz are catering the reception.
Terra: Death Paper and the Squirrel Civilization are heading security.
Lisa: Roosevelt, Allen, and Ketler are on construction of the wedding and reception sites.
Terra: Squishy and Tabitha are handling the guest list and gifts.
Lisa: Igor is handling outfits.
Terra: Jaela Jarlot is handling pictures and Vrin is taking care of videos. Klaz will NOT be doing commentary. He will be locked in Volrath's closet until after the reception.
Lisa: Cabin Boy, Lucky, Pholly and Phollie are ushers. Before you ask, the walking time bombs aren't allowed to even be NEAR liquid of any kind. They could probably make holy water into a deadly weapon by looking at it.
Terra: Martha (Old Dwarf Lady) is taking care of decorations.
Lisa: Mr. T, Steve, and Jingo will be watching The Three.
Satnak: I just realised...you still haven't told me where it's going to be.
Lisa: We got permission to hold it in front of The Face of Tira. The surrounding countryside is beautiful.
Satnak: Outdoors, huh? What about the weather?
Terra: Not much of an issue. A few Druids I'm close to will be attending, including the High Priestess. She knew my mother well and even gave me a few lessons when I was young.
Satnak: Really? Isn't she upset with the way you've basically abused your knowledge?
Terra: At first, yes, but she accepted it when I forbade poaching. It was a major crisis for many years that they had been unable to solve. She sees it as a "I'd rather you not, but I guess it's acceptable" kind of situation.
Satnak: Ah, making a virtue of necessity. Anything else?
Lisa: That pretty much covers what we've got so far.
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