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Post by Jesse Brake on Sept 25, 2008 13:42:14 GMT -5
(Dellamore bursts into the guildhall, her hair in a top knot with reading spectacles resting on her button nose. She's holding a glass vial of some thick liquid the color of peridot, still steaming from alchemy)
"Now this is a slice of fried gold gentlemen! When Host love and I were killing those halfwit trolls by the Shade earlier today, we came across some paul small twig beasties. I have finally devised a polly pot out of one of the little buggers and came to celebrate with my guildkin!"
(She develops a mischievous smile)
"OH, and the first one of you geezers who tries it out can have my next batch. So...who's got the yarbles?"
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Post by Ahraineclis on Sept 25, 2008 15:07:49 GMT -5
Luckily, my sense of smell has been smothered out by ze comforting aroma of theeck smoke and burning flesh. But by ze taste left in mein mouth from dat potchy swamp, der is no way I vill partake of anydang brewed from ze spoils of die Shade.
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Post by Jesse Brake on Sept 25, 2008 23:02:33 GMT -5
Fine ya pisshead, I'm sure someone else has the yarbles.
(Dellamore looks around with an eyebrow raised)
Any takers? Someone come on!
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pyrozet
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Post by pyrozet on Sept 26, 2008 13:28:06 GMT -5
Alright I'll give it a shot!
(Pyrozet grabs the vial, and drinks it to the brim. A look of confusion and slight disgust forms on his face. As if trying to subtly hide a slight feeling of nausea.)
*cough* WHAT WAS IN IT?!..... Kinda tangy.
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Post by Jesse Brake on Sept 26, 2008 19:05:10 GMT -5
The husk of a murdered dryad, some purified water, a mixture of shrooms and a little bit of rum.
(Dellamore pulls out an aging leatherbound tome with a symbol of the Order burned into the cover. She flips to a page marked with a strip of red silk)
Any road, the texts say serrated thorns should just spring out of your pores anytime soon o'clock. I didn't know if it would hurt right bastarding, so I figured I'd get one of you to try it out. Do me a favor and try to describe it...if you're not screaming yourself to the grave, that is.
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pyrozet
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Post by pyrozet on Sept 28, 2008 15:50:27 GMT -5
Well it's an all too familiar feeling to me. Burning insides. Excruciating feeling of blood reaching the boiling point before it bursts out of your eyes, nose, and pretty much every orifice in your body in a violent gush.
Congratulations, you just made a potion that makes me feel like the Wind of Ashqy have completely enveloped me and I am about to feel the backlash. But with no apparent bene... *hic*hic*BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP!!!!!!!!*
(A gout of flame pours forth from Pyrozet's mouth and nose)
Okay.... this is new... and on that note....
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHAGHHGHAHGAHGHAHGAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!
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Post by Jesse Brake on Sept 28, 2008 18:52:50 GMT -5
(The new purple and gold paint on Dellamore's hat ignite from the blasting belch that seems to defy logic and Sigmar himself)
What in the name of Mork fucking Gork?! MY HAT! I had this special ordered!
(Dellamore scrunches her face like a pup and grabs her hat, flailing about. Clearly disgusted with the smell, she holds the hat from her face and puts her other hand over her nose in protest. Suddenly bursts out laughing, choking in between giggles on smoke)
Dear Sigmar, varnish and bile are quite the killer combination.
(Dellamore starts shouting)
No one bake an air biscuit or Pyrozet might explode!
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pyrozet
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Post by pyrozet on Sept 29, 2008 18:20:31 GMT -5
By the light of Sigmar!! I think I'm about to perform firebreath from the wrong end!! AhGHghghhh!!!
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Post by Ahraineclis on Oct 3, 2008 14:07:37 GMT -5
Who spiked my vauter?! I'm saying Varoth's name all wrong. Wait, that's not Varo, er Vorath. Imposter!! Spy!!
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Post by Vorath on Oct 3, 2008 14:20:32 GMT -5
Eh hemm. It appears as though *hic... I got a little confused! (take 2)
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(Outside the guildhall door there come sounds of *mutter *grumble *hic *grumble *mutter *hic *CRASH... *ARGH!. The door swings open and Vorath stumbles in...)
In the name of all that is Holy *hic ... have you right bastards been drinking without me? *hic
(Vorath looks around and see's all the commotion)
Dellamore why is your hat in such a mess and Pyro why on earth are you holding your bum like a sick dog?
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Post by Jesse Brake on Oct 5, 2008 23:49:56 GMT -5
"I got Pyrozet to try out a new potion I brewed from...well, that's not important. The important thing is he's too busy spewing flames like a gyppo!"
(Dellamore yells at Pyrozet's shuddering form)
"Take the pain! Is it working?!"
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