[10/03/22 Session write-up for Amble] Cleansing Waters
Mar 13, 2022 1:35:05 GMT
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Post by james p on Mar 13, 2022 1:35:05 GMT
[10/03/22 Session write-up for Amble] Cleansing Waters
thekantasexpanse.boards.net/thread/2467/online-cleansing-waters-lvls-20
[Many moons in the future ... ]
You're in a bar which is densely packed, despite it's size.
A motley collection of creatures walk up onto the stage, amid wild applause.
A hushed silence descends...
.
.
.
"Listen up Y'all(!) ... and please listen well.
Clear out your ears - we've a story to tell
about our main man (and mage), and what happened when he fell
through a bathtub - via a potion or spell.
He decrypted all the poetry on the invite;
no trouble for him and his Researcher's might.
Then he sourced the right ingredients - bartered hard (but felt tight),
then it was time to brew his "tea" in the spa (down a flight
of stairs by the cellars, where it was surprisingly light).
Glad that Fort Ettin had heeded bygone plight
of hot and sweaty adventurers, getting stinky as *****,
the gnome got his kit off [ear-shattering shrieking and piercing wolf whistles from the crowd around you]
(we don't mean to excite).
He got into the bath, and then took a bite
of his sandwich. He sketched magic runes in the air, and prepared to ignite ...
when Kavel came in (2 minutes after), and Amble nodded to him
- 'Aight?!'
If you can-trip with Amble, then you're doing it right.
[Enthusiastic waving of wands from the hardcore fans, no matter their class, along with a few castings of Prestidigitation ... and a few accidental fires, which are quickly put out]
Seconds later, via water (which makes portalling tough)
landing near a lake, starkers - totes in the buff [More shrieking]
and greeting the other arrivals, cheerfully enough.
A few minutes later, coming down like an explosion
was a Stag in the water (which made quite a commotion)
and a Drow woman too (which stirred an emotion
of joy in our friend), as he heard himself say
"Oh it's you again Zola! I hoped we'd meet again one day".
Before they got going with their adventuring hustle,
one of the others, made some snide remark about muscle?!*
The druids glowered at him, you could just hear the rustle -
As one stopped the other from starting a big beatdown tussle.
"No need to start a fight for me, or to make a big fuss - I'll
simply bide my time to formulate a rebuttal*",
Said the gnome, as a few words he wrote*...
Soon after, the group would be all in the same boat,
metaphorically speaking, though would physically float
thanks to buoyancy forces on this lake, remote,
as they propelled themselves onwards (into mist we should note).
Then a hella big Mermaid rose up from the surface,
said her name was Reka, and outlined her purpose
in summoning them, and raised them to her face.
She picked their boat up, like it was only a twig,
(You know you'd want to pick up Amble if you could, and would dig
an excuse to check him out...) [Lewd noises of agreement from the crowd]
anyway, she was big.
She would have have hit on him if she had been short,
but this mermaid was giant, here in the Witching Court.
She asked them for help, for her friend (who would pay),
then expositioned some context and sent them on their way
Another watery portal would make them all shiver,
as they came to near since mountains on the Spriteswell River.
Fast-forward to another expanse of water
(Amble still wishing that she had been shorter),
but he cast a quick ritual, as he thought he oughta...
Just as well too, as wood nudged into the shore,
it was time to search 'round - his was the tool for this chore.
Though it was very hard, he channelled his rune,
and felt the first magic object - it came almost too soon.
His skill with arcana and magic detection
would have made water wetter and get an ... [The censorship horn is sounded.]
It's time to move on from crude innuendo...
A water spirit appeared in a swirling crescendo.
Amble stuck to the mission: cleansing water with mage hand,
While some kind of scuffle erupted on the land.
The meatheads met the maelstrom, which continued to expand.
"Bless them", thought Amble, "hope they don't get into trouble".
And yet, all too soon, two were stuck in a bubble...
This he hardly noticed, still in the zone,
getting on with the task, purging evil from stone,
but he shouted on reflex: "You leave my friends alone".
He thought he would help them, with Magic Missile might,
but still they kicked up trouble, and insisted to fight.
He fought 'gainst the rocks' dark and magical suck -
with every pebble, a mutant fell back into muck.
The druids battled too, corruption **** out of luck...
Moray swam at Floray, each one lairy as ****,
but when real deal eel saw druid, it thought "I'd give that a tap".
It felt a swelling of amore**, and fell into their trap:
then the druid called down lightening, took them both out with a zap.
Orianna took this moment (the last but not least)
to sweep the scum right out the shrine, and explode the deceased
cadaver that had lain there (a carrion feast).
Amble nodded to the druids, as they'd done pretty well,
cleaning up some beasts between them, that had "poisoned the well"
And that dead body, that was starting to smell.
He found the last stones (he's more thorough, if shorter)
so then a hand arose, which we suppose would purport 'ter
serve Reka's friend, ancient embodiment of water.
It silently offered them gifts out of clean waters, teal,
that was nearly the end of what we can reveal.
Intended for the gnome, who helped slay mutants and eel
She offered Potion of Bewitching, ('cause that's how he'd made her feel)."
[Rapturous applause erupts from the crowd around you, interrupted with frequent whooping.
The performers grin and takes few informal bows and a swig or two more of their drinks, then one steps forward again, raising their hand to Silence the crowd.]
*"But wait just a minute, that wasn't all we've got to say
because although we've found out how they came to save the day,
we've yet to speak about one who got in the way
of the water spirit - and redeemed themselves with this
(having shot their mouth off earlier, with an ill thought out diss)!"
[Gasps of horror circle the room, as the performers wet their throats with a few swigs of their various drinks]
"Alright, so you want to hear about them?"
[Loud cheers of encouragement]
"Alright then, here goes ..."
"A Barbarian! They might talk smack,
[Loud Booing]
but it ain't nothing to Amble: rolls like water, off his back.
[Brushes shoulder off disdainfully, to loud cheers]
He's happy with himself, and he's adequately stacked.
[A few of the audience, of several races and genders, visibly swoon; others still call out variously, e.g. "The Nine** Hells Yeah"]
He knows it's not about him, it's about what they lack:
they're unconfident inside, which is why they have to attack.
It might come sooner or later, but they'll certainly crack
when they admit that they need him 'cause they ain't got no Arcana knack.
[Some of those on stage raise their assorted foci, generating a wild deluge of pyrotechnics]
Yes, later they'll come running, yeah, they'll give themselves a stitch,
crawling back to Amble 'cause they ain't no Wiz' nor Witch.
Fortunately for them, our boy isn't rude, which
Means that he won't ask : 'You need D-tect Magic *****?!'
So in summary...
... what did we learn?
It's best not to mess with Amble, if you can't take the burn.
But don't despair if you have: your not quite out of luck,
And if you said sorry nicely, he's forgiving as ****.
He sees no class as below him (though they might look up).
All the races that have known him have been welcome to sup
from his Tankard of Plenty: his Dwarven Ale Cup."
[Stunned silence, then ... Wooooooooooooo!]
"... Drink up everyone! That's our first number over, we hope that you liked it!"
[The group on stage raise their own tankards, knocking them back in quick succession]
"#AmbleOut"
[They drop their magical voice amplification artefacts, which land with loud squeaking sounds that make a few listeners wince.
The bar owner also winces - those devices don't come cheap]
.
.
.
Your eyes are drawn to one of several vibrant posters pasted up on the wall, one of many that line the streets here, and in several towns nearby...
"Insane Gnome Posse performing - [date pasted over] Tonight!"
------------------------------------------------------------------
** Ref:
When the moon hits your eye
Like a big pizza pie, that's a moray ๐ ๐ ๐
When the world seems to shine
Like you've had too much wine, that's a moray ๐ ๐ ๐
thekantasexpanse.boards.net/thread/2467/online-cleansing-waters-lvls-20
[Many moons in the future ... ]
You're in a bar which is densely packed, despite it's size.
A motley collection of creatures walk up onto the stage, amid wild applause.
A hushed silence descends...
.
.
.
"Listen up Y'all(!) ... and please listen well.
Clear out your ears - we've a story to tell
about our main man (and mage), and what happened when he fell
through a bathtub - via a potion or spell.
He decrypted all the poetry on the invite;
no trouble for him and his Researcher's might.
Then he sourced the right ingredients - bartered hard (but felt tight),
then it was time to brew his "tea" in the spa (down a flight
of stairs by the cellars, where it was surprisingly light).
Glad that Fort Ettin had heeded bygone plight
of hot and sweaty adventurers, getting stinky as *****,
the gnome got his kit off [ear-shattering shrieking and piercing wolf whistles from the crowd around you]
(we don't mean to excite).
He got into the bath, and then took a bite
of his sandwich. He sketched magic runes in the air, and prepared to ignite ...
when Kavel came in (2 minutes after), and Amble nodded to him
- 'Aight?!'
If you can-trip with Amble, then you're doing it right.
[Enthusiastic waving of wands from the hardcore fans, no matter their class, along with a few castings of Prestidigitation ... and a few accidental fires, which are quickly put out]
Seconds later, via water (which makes portalling tough)
landing near a lake, starkers - totes in the buff [More shrieking]
and greeting the other arrivals, cheerfully enough.
A few minutes later, coming down like an explosion
was a Stag in the water (which made quite a commotion)
and a Drow woman too (which stirred an emotion
of joy in our friend), as he heard himself say
"Oh it's you again Zola! I hoped we'd meet again one day".
Before they got going with their adventuring hustle,
one of the others, made some snide remark about muscle?!*
The druids glowered at him, you could just hear the rustle -
As one stopped the other from starting a big beatdown tussle.
"No need to start a fight for me, or to make a big fuss - I'll
simply bide my time to formulate a rebuttal*",
Said the gnome, as a few words he wrote*...
Soon after, the group would be all in the same boat,
metaphorically speaking, though would physically float
thanks to buoyancy forces on this lake, remote,
as they propelled themselves onwards (into mist we should note).
Then a hella big Mermaid rose up from the surface,
said her name was Reka, and outlined her purpose
in summoning them, and raised them to her face.
She picked their boat up, like it was only a twig,
(You know you'd want to pick up Amble if you could, and would dig
an excuse to check him out...) [Lewd noises of agreement from the crowd]
anyway, she was big.
She would have have hit on him if she had been short,
but this mermaid was giant, here in the Witching Court.
She asked them for help, for her friend (who would pay),
then expositioned some context and sent them on their way
Another watery portal would make them all shiver,
as they came to near since mountains on the Spriteswell River.
Fast-forward to another expanse of water
(Amble still wishing that she had been shorter),
but he cast a quick ritual, as he thought he oughta...
Just as well too, as wood nudged into the shore,
it was time to search 'round - his was the tool for this chore.
Though it was very hard, he channelled his rune,
and felt the first magic object - it came almost too soon.
His skill with arcana and magic detection
would have made water wetter and get an ... [The censorship horn is sounded.]
It's time to move on from crude innuendo...
A water spirit appeared in a swirling crescendo.
Amble stuck to the mission: cleansing water with mage hand,
While some kind of scuffle erupted on the land.
The meatheads met the maelstrom, which continued to expand.
"Bless them", thought Amble, "hope they don't get into trouble".
And yet, all too soon, two were stuck in a bubble...
This he hardly noticed, still in the zone,
getting on with the task, purging evil from stone,
but he shouted on reflex: "You leave my friends alone".
He thought he would help them, with Magic Missile might,
but still they kicked up trouble, and insisted to fight.
He fought 'gainst the rocks' dark and magical suck -
with every pebble, a mutant fell back into muck.
The druids battled too, corruption **** out of luck...
Moray swam at Floray, each one lairy as ****,
but when real deal eel saw druid, it thought "I'd give that a tap".
It felt a swelling of amore**, and fell into their trap:
then the druid called down lightening, took them both out with a zap.
Orianna took this moment (the last but not least)
to sweep the scum right out the shrine, and explode the deceased
cadaver that had lain there (a carrion feast).
Amble nodded to the druids, as they'd done pretty well,
cleaning up some beasts between them, that had "poisoned the well"
And that dead body, that was starting to smell.
He found the last stones (he's more thorough, if shorter)
so then a hand arose, which we suppose would purport 'ter
serve Reka's friend, ancient embodiment of water.
It silently offered them gifts out of clean waters, teal,
that was nearly the end of what we can reveal.
Intended for the gnome, who helped slay mutants and eel
She offered Potion of Bewitching, ('cause that's how he'd made her feel)."
[Rapturous applause erupts from the crowd around you, interrupted with frequent whooping.
The performers grin and takes few informal bows and a swig or two more of their drinks, then one steps forward again, raising their hand to Silence the crowd.]
*"But wait just a minute, that wasn't all we've got to say
because although we've found out how they came to save the day,
we've yet to speak about one who got in the way
of the water spirit - and redeemed themselves with this
(having shot their mouth off earlier, with an ill thought out diss)!"
[Gasps of horror circle the room, as the performers wet their throats with a few swigs of their various drinks]
"Alright, so you want to hear about them?"
[Loud cheers of encouragement]
"Alright then, here goes ..."
"A Barbarian! They might talk smack,
[Loud Booing]
but it ain't nothing to Amble: rolls like water, off his back.
[Brushes shoulder off disdainfully, to loud cheers]
He's happy with himself, and he's adequately stacked.
[A few of the audience, of several races and genders, visibly swoon; others still call out variously, e.g. "The Nine** Hells Yeah"]
He knows it's not about him, it's about what they lack:
they're unconfident inside, which is why they have to attack.
It might come sooner or later, but they'll certainly crack
when they admit that they need him 'cause they ain't got no Arcana knack.
[Some of those on stage raise their assorted foci, generating a wild deluge of pyrotechnics]
Yes, later they'll come running, yeah, they'll give themselves a stitch,
crawling back to Amble 'cause they ain't no Wiz' nor Witch.
Fortunately for them, our boy isn't rude, which
Means that he won't ask : 'You need D-tect Magic *****?!'
So in summary...
... what did we learn?
It's best not to mess with Amble, if you can't take the burn.
But don't despair if you have: your not quite out of luck,
And if you said sorry nicely, he's forgiving as ****.
He sees no class as below him (though they might look up).
All the races that have known him have been welcome to sup
from his Tankard of Plenty: his Dwarven Ale Cup."
[Stunned silence, then ... Wooooooooooooo!]
"... Drink up everyone! That's our first number over, we hope that you liked it!"
[The group on stage raise their own tankards, knocking them back in quick succession]
"#AmbleOut"
[They drop their magical voice amplification artefacts, which land with loud squeaking sounds that make a few listeners wince.
The bar owner also winces - those devices don't come cheap]
.
.
.
Your eyes are drawn to one of several vibrant posters pasted up on the wall, one of many that line the streets here, and in several towns nearby...
"Insane Gnome Posse performing - [date pasted over] Tonight!"
------------------------------------------------------------------
** Ref:
When the moon hits your eye
Like a big pizza pie, that's a moray ๐ ๐ ๐
When the world seems to shine
Like you've had too much wine, that's a moray ๐ ๐ ๐
