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Old 09-07-2006, 07:58 AM   #139
Nogrod
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Man, this is a nasty trip! First just Zap'n'outta here, then all this gore. I need to get stoned... Nogrod went to his house after the news about Glirdy were broken and smoked a fair pipeful of his strongest, falling into the abyss of oblivion. It was only in the afternoon that he slowly came back to somewhere that faintly reminded the here and now. He walked with a springy step to the bar and felt relieved to see others around. The lonely trip had been a scary one this time.

"I and I saw the boogeyman! Voodoo child, I say. Anyone's gotta hang of this? Whassup?" Nogrod faced only questioning faces of different kinds of vegetables and staggered across the room, wondering where all the people had gone. Whew! This is a trip man!

He almost stumbled to the desk and addressed Wilwa: "Brief me in sister Pea... and gimme a pint. I need to sober up and fast."

After Wilwa had refused the pay and filled him in about the discussion so far Nogrod fell into his thoughts and visions. Hiding behind pancakes? I once hid the serial flowermonster behind a raisin... Gah, get to your right mind man! C'mon!

Then he suddenly reached a moment of soberness, the ale making its work. Half-aloud he mumbled: "Jah! Those talkin a lot always slip at some point... those can be handled. But beware of those not saying anything or just going for the nonsense." He almost fell back to his semi-conscious state as his eyes vaguely formed a picture of the ranger Meneltarmacil to his retina. Which brings me about the first case...

"Menel, dude! You 'ear me? I and I know the circles down south, you know, tricks 'n' treats... Rough bussiness, rough bussiness. Three things learned to not like. Experience, me says." He emptied the pint with one single draught and immediately called Wilwa for another before continuing. "Trying to avoid leaving any tracks, contradiction and flip-flopping. Bad signs man." He tried to stare the Ranger into the eye but did not manage to raise his head as it felt too heavy right now.

After receiving his new pint he took a moderate sip and managed to clear his head again. "Whattaymean... Declaring your suspicion random you clear your trail, if you say you can have a semi-educated guess and still use the dice you contradict yourself and if you then declare the earlier things just a whim or trad and proclaim to use reason instead, you flip-flop... You see?"

Nogrod had clearly forgotten most of the things said at late and started to recover them from the farthest recesses of his baffled brain. With the help of his pint.
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