Re: The Emperor of Curd
In due time, Antillios (who previously signed the ledger, consuming three lines of it with the names of his last few ancestors, and deposited ten gold pieces on the counter for himself and Matwau), Matwau, and Faedran nod off to dreams of amorous asphidistra, skittering stoats, frozen cadavers, and a lost kinsman.
As Quinn sorts through the cards, lingering on the Hanali Celanil series which begins with her bathing in a crystal fountain (and progresses from there), his fingers slip and the prurient playing cards flutter to the floor. Blushing, the young wizard stoops to collect them. Above him, Ravex snorts, "52 Pick Up." Ha ha, very funny.
In due time, Ravex releases Chester so as to restrain the bartender, but Quinn discovers nothing but a filthy rag, a bottle opener, and a few corks. For a moment, bizarre schemes flash, presenting impossible inventions that lead to Quinn and Ravex escaping the Emperor of Curd, but they vanish before he can grasp them. Disheartened, he leaves the lounge to check out guest rooms five and six, but, besides having different paintings of cheese (Muenster and Beaufort), they're identical to the first.
Thus, Quinn and Ravex resigns themselves to the carpentry of nihilism. Having chosen the back wall of guest room #6, they blast and batter the wall. It doesn't do much good, but they don't give up and the rising sun sees them steady in their effort.
That's not all the rising sun sees. Some time later, Matwau blinks awake, and knowing he needs a chamber pot but not quite sure why, he bounds downstairs to inquire after one. At the bottom of the stairs, he stops dead in his tracks. The lobby is full, full of revelers spilling in from street, the shield dances at last complete. And the lobby? It's not any lobby that he recognizes. A walkway with palms in full health leads from the massive mahogany front doors--above which beviled glass reads: The Emperor's Crown Inn. Behind the counter, not one, not two, but three concierges bustle about, checking guests in and assigning them rooms--all of them under the watchful eye of Chester whose bellboy's hat bears the gold filigree accorded to the Head Concierge. If Matwau had peeked into the lounge, he would have seen similar marvels but these transformations were more than he could take. He bounds back up the stairs and straight to Antillios's room. He's going to have to talk this out.
The way is clear, but four of you are a bit more rested than the other two.
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*10 gold deducted from Antillios's sheet.
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Final Score 25/30 You're a Wheel of Cheddar.
This message was last edited by the GM at 04:57, Mon 13 Apr 2009.