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fandomhigh2019-02-05 06:28 am
built_fjord_tough) wrote in fandomhigh2019-02-05 06:28 am
Entry tags:
A New You, Tuesday, Period Two
Today's class was not in a sewer! Weren't you all so pleased? Instead, it was above the ground, in the city, and you were all set up in a nice little tavern, with all manner of tavern patrons minding their own business, enjoying their drinks. Fjord was behind the bar, quietly wondering to himself if there was anything to the drinks that were back there. They sure as hell looked and smelled real enough...
He'd be disappointed.
"When last we saw our... heroes..." He cast a faintly dubious look at the lot. "... They had been told by Shovels the kobold that the reason they had been committing the dastardly act of digging holes in the dirt was so that they could set traps to keep the gnolls from adjacent cave systems from raiding their homes and eating their children. Yelden noted that the best solution overall would be to assist the kobolds, to help them keep their children safe. Some of you thought... otherwise."
It was amazing just how properly scathing a drawl could be when saying just that one word.
"It's been several weeks and none of you have heard a single damn thing from the kobolds since the sewers were sealed off, preventing them from escaping. The farmer on the outskirts of town is damn pleased with the results, though a few locals had begun complaining about strange sounds from below in the dark of night. Loud yipping noises, barking, snarling... Those noises only lasted a handful of days. Kobolds are small and crunchy and quite possibly taste good with ketchup, after all."
You were all monsters.
"Tonight, you're just enjoying a drink. Nobody in the tavern seems to be paying you any attention. Sit, talk, get to know one another. Discuss any plans you might have had going forward, back before you all got saddled with one another."
Sure, folks, you go right ahead and trust that.
[OOC: Open!]
He'd be disappointed.
"When last we saw our... heroes..." He cast a faintly dubious look at the lot. "... They had been told by Shovels the kobold that the reason they had been committing the dastardly act of digging holes in the dirt was so that they could set traps to keep the gnolls from adjacent cave systems from raiding their homes and eating their children. Yelden noted that the best solution overall would be to assist the kobolds, to help them keep their children safe. Some of you thought... otherwise."
It was amazing just how properly scathing a drawl could be when saying just that one word.
"It's been several weeks and none of you have heard a single damn thing from the kobolds since the sewers were sealed off, preventing them from escaping. The farmer on the outskirts of town is damn pleased with the results, though a few locals had begun complaining about strange sounds from below in the dark of night. Loud yipping noises, barking, snarling... Those noises only lasted a handful of days. Kobolds are small and crunchy and quite possibly taste good with ketchup, after all."
You were all monsters.
"Tonight, you're just enjoying a drink. Nobody in the tavern seems to be paying you any attention. Sit, talk, get to know one another. Discuss any plans you might have had going forward, back before you all got saddled with one another."
Sure, folks, you go right ahead and trust that.
[OOC: Open!]