Thursday, July 31, 2008

The admin apologizes for being lazy...


Father Cory said...

They should ask the old man's name and story. Then ask for some food or a Dr. Pepper.

Knick said...

they should also ask if there is an accomplished mage nearby that they might be able to hire.

second_clone said...

Grandpa Charlie should try to summon a bloodhound to aid them in the search.

Knick said...

Perhaps Bryan should ask for some deodorant so he can freshen up a bit.

Knick said...

And perhaps they should not sit there in the living room for too much longer. Just a thought.




"Perhaps you could help us out," Corious said, "It'd help to first get some background information about yourself."
"Of course," The old man began, "My name is Vladimir. I'm an inventor. My daughter and I have lived here peacefully for a long time. I built this house just before my wife died some years ago. Anyway, not but a year ago, I succeeded in what is probably my most fantastic invention to date! The Quantum Displacement Machine! The very teleporter that brought you here."
"What's a quantum?" Bryan interrupted.
"I don't know, but it's a catchy word!" Vladimir replied, "Now then--I was originally going to get rich off of my invention, in hopes that my daughter and I could move to some fancy estate and stop living lower than peasants, but over time, as word spread about my machine, it's been sought after for nothing but selfish evil means. We've tried to keep people away; my daughter has set countless traps in the forest, but even that has been to no avail."

The room was silent except for the clock ticking, and Vladimir looked up.
Bryan was daydreaming as he stared at the girl, Grandpa Charlie was dozing off, and Corious was deep in thought.
"Hey," Corious finally looked up, "Have you got anything to eat around here?"
"Yeah!" Bryan snapped out of his daydream, "Have you got any Dr. Pepper??"
"What's a Doctor Pepper?" Vladimir asked.
"I don't know, but it's a catchy word!" Bryan beamed.
Corious rolled his eyes and the Vladimir motioned for his daughter to get some food.
"Also," Corious spoke again, "Do you know where we might find an experienced mage nearby?"
Grandpa Charlie was suddenly wide awake, "Hey!" He protested, "I'm an experienced--"
"NOT that we need to replace my grandpa the wizard here," Corious cut him off, "But it might be nice to have TWO people savvy in the arts."
Grandpa Charlie settled and began to rock in his chair.
"Your grandpa is skilled in the arts of magic?" Vladimir asked.
"Well, actually he's just--" Corious was interrupted by his grandpa this time.
"Let me demonstrate!" Grandpa Charlie leaned forward in his chair, "It seems to me that a bloodhound would be very handy in our search for my wife!"

Grandpa Charlie stood up and waved his arms about, "Aykmay Eemay Anmay Igbay Oodhoundblay!" There was a flash of light and a small pink and black hog fell from the air. It squealed when it hit the floorboards and then it dashed off towards the kitchen.
"Not the bloodhound I'd had in mind..." Grandpa Charlie said, lowering his arms.
"Maybe if you'd said the spell in Bloodhound Latin instead of Pig Latin?" Corious suggested.
"Have you got any deodorant!?" Bryan suddenly said out of nowhere. The group stared at him. "Because uhhh..." He glanced at each of them, "Somebody smells like a pig?"
Vladimir cleared his throat and said, "In answer to your mage question, there is a village about 10 miles south from here. You might find one there."
"That reminds me, what did the elf say to the wizard after telling him his shoe was untied?" Bryan said.
Everybody stared at him again in silence.
"Mage'ja look!"

...

At last, Monique came in with the food and not a moment too soon. She was carrying a platter of meat and bread, and a pitcher of water.
"That's not pork, is it?" Bryan asked as they all sat down to eat.
"Eat fast, guys, we need to get moving." Said Corious.



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7 comments:

Knick said...

perhaps they should seek this mage in the southerly direction. and they should skip to his house while holding hands.

bobby said...

Or take the teleporter to the village.

Father Cory said...

And Bryan should check his pockets again for anything useful. Then put on a trench coat.

Knick said...

yes, a long, dark trench coat, perhaps one that would flap heroically in the breeze.

bobby said...

Then the admin should update.

Father Cory said...

Twice, for good measure.

Knick said...

make it an even...or actually, an odd...three?