NationStates Jolt Archive

To celebrate the opening of the new region, The Valley Of The Murderdolls, a party will be held at The Palace Of King Jim. (Lol, any excuse for a party! ;-))

All are welcome. There will be free food and beer, great music, and basically everything needed for a good time! So come on down!

-King Jim, Ruler of The Stoned Mongooses, Founder of The Valley Of The Murderdolls.

Bump.
C'mon peoples!

Our Minister is there. "Hey! I brought some grilled chicken slinkies. God what a dead party."

The limousine pulled up outside the palace, the door being opened before the car had some to a complete stop. A black shoe and stockinged leg was the first sign of the occupant, before the bottom of her gown, then the rest of her body emerged. A broad smile was already in place, as she straightened and moved towards the entrance.

Her dark hair piled up on her head, with small tendrils falling about her face, and her long black dress fitting tightly to her long, slim body. Moving graciously to the door, she walks through with a flourish, ensuring everyone knew she had arrived.

She helps herself to a drink off the tray of a passing waiter, and moves through the crowds, looking for someone to converse with...

A military jeep rolls up to the curb. Two soldiers run out from the other side, eyes roaming. A tall, fit man in a smart tuxedo steps out and takes a quick look around. He grins and walks into the palace, preparing to meet new people and, hopefully, have a good time.

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Cassandra moves slowly through the throng, smiling charmingly as she catches the eye of the other guests, her own seeking out an interesting conversationalist. She had been to too many of these functions where you got caught for hours on end with people who could bore you into the grave, as that was the only way to pry yourself away.

She took a small sip from her glass, the cool liquid making her feel ready for anything. Well, almost anything. She saw a rather dull looking old man walking towards her, and made a quick manoeuvre out of his path, unfortunately causing her to collide with another guest.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Please, forgive me." She smiled, the sweetest, embarrassed looking one that she had spent hours in front of the mirror perfecting. "I'm Cassandra Darlington."

Kenneth E. Howitzer, President of The Federation of Crimson Blades, ponders this party for a momnt, then realizes he has more inportant stuff to do. (Its not easy to be a Billion nation)

Hans feels a force run into him from behind. He turns around, to find an attractive woman apologizing for running into him.

"It's alright. No harm done. I'm Hans Müller. I can tell you've had some good practice with that smile."

He winks.

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Kasper and Emperor Catsendt arrive in their Landstars: Hyperion and Nemesis respectively. Each carrying a needle-eye-sized sleep hypodermic launcher in their pants pockets. Emperor Catsendt has come in a suit and tie, Kasper in a football jersey and khaki pants. One of the few events where they haven't come in a similar gettup(note: not the same, but the same style: If one comes in a blue sweater and jeans, the other will be in a color sweater and jeans). Kasper is wearing a cynical look, as he always does when he goes to a function. He can see people sneer at him, and he is tempted to knock them out, but he refrains from doing so. The white stripes on his hair are highly visible even in the dark. The Emperor walks swiftly to the counter. "I would like two chicken fingers." His order is quickly prepared, and he turns around to survey the crowd, as his bodyguard sits down next to him, ordering a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich. A leader from some other nation sits down beside them, and starts conversing with the Emperor, noticeably alienating his casually dressed bodyguard. The Emperor nods his head at him, and Kasper nods back. While the Emperor is turned the other way, he snatches a chicken finger, and stuffs it in his mouth. Hastily chewing and swallowing it, he looks for someone who knows what's going on around here. He taps his employer on the shoulder and takes his leave, still keeping one eye on him. He walks up to one of the people serving drinks, and asks him
"Is there a claw machine here?" The reply is yes, and he moves to where he was directed. He grasps the joystick and whispers
"Time to go to work." He pulls out a jar of quarters, and puts one in the slot. He starts the game, pulls up the cat in the hat, and plays again. And wins again. He plays once more, and misses, but wins the next time. He has started to attract a crowd. He turns around, and asks them to part so he can see the Emperor. He had clearly just made a mess of the person who had spoken with him earlier in a debate, and is now walking in his direction. Kasper flips him a quarter from across half the room, and turns around, grabbing a wild thing from that one book he remembers reading. If you looked at the machine at the beginning, and now, you would think someone had stuck some kind of machine through the door and yanked half the stuffed animals out. For some reason a shopping cart was left near the machine, and Kasper is filling it up with children's toys. After about 30 grabs, he hunches over the machine and walks away with his shopping cart and the Emperor, leaving others to stand in awe.

bump

Emperor Catsendt, trying to best his bodyguard/council/friend, pulls out a yo-yo and goes mad with it.....

A genuine smile touched Cassandra's lips, as she looked at the man standing in front of her, her mind whirling through the list of dignitaries she had read through trying to match a name to a place. She presented her hand in greeting.

"I'm pleased to meet you Mr Muller, although I wish I had made a better introduction." She laughed lightly, as she thought how this little story would go down at the next office party. She took another sip of her drink and sighed with relief as she watched the man she was trying to avoid get caught up with another. "Is this your first visit to The Stoned Mongooses?"

Kit Fenrirson arrived a little late, but easily blended into the crowd. Well, blended into the crowd as well as any non-human could. His extra inch of height and wolf-like face made him stand out slightly anyway, but his genial manner and sense of humor soon made him less imposing.

King Jim walked slowly through the crowd, greeting guests as he passed. It was then that he noticed a tall humanoid creature with a rather wolf like face enter. He had hoped to meet interesting people so he went over to him.

"Hello there. I am King Jim. Welcome to the party! You must be..."

The Emperor undid his tie and stuffed it in his pocket. He moved to an area where he had some room and wouldn't break any glasses. His bodyguard, still with an eye on him, ordered a glass of milk at the counter. The Emperor bounced the yo-yo up and down, all the while getting looks. Then he walked the dog, over and over again. Later, he let the yo-yo circle around his hand when it came up. He looked like a toddler. Then, he dropped the yo-yo over the shoulder, and it rolled up his back. He jumped over the yo-yo after spinning it like a helicopter inches above the ground. He pulled another yo-yo out of his pocket and stacked them by pulling UFOs on both hands. Now he was drawing a crowd. He launched a yo-yo up in the air, switched hands with the remaining yo-yo, and caught the other by the slipknot in his remaining hand. After throwing down a few more expert style tricks, he threw both yo-yos high up in the air, dropped to the ground, rolled over and back, stood up, stretched out his pockets, and caught both yo-yos in them. He strolled off through his audience to the counter to get a hot dog.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Darlington."

He takes her outstretched hand and kisses it.

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Cassandra smiled again, quite charmed by Hans. She always found it kind of romantic when a man she had just been introduced to kissed her hand, it brought back all those novels she had read when she was younger, dreaming of the day her knight on a white charger would arrive. She shook herself out of her reverie.

Putting her empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter, Cassandra let her eyes wander around the room, before bringing them back to Hans. "Mr Muller, where do you hail from?" Her voice light and cheerful, her gaze fixed to his face.

"Kit. Kit Fenrirson."
He genially shook the kings hand.
"So, how are you?"

"Well, that was quite a stunt you pulled, Spike," Kasper said between gulps of 1% milk.
"It's nothing compared to the way you emptied that machine, eh?"
"You flatter me. I wonder if their's anything else to do around here but eat and use the claw machine. I wonder if he's got pinball?"

At the main entrance, a spacecar drops down from orbit. It delivers the usual Stephen Byerly and associates (Giskard Reventlov, Daneel Olivaw, Slartibartfast). They arrive to the tune of "Third Stone From The Sun," and make their way inside. Their dress is the regular LRR style, functionality and durability, or long, flowing robes reminiscent of the Emirs of the middle east.

A tall sleek man walks into the building, and strait to the bar.
"Martini thanks, shaken not stirred"
The waitresses reply
"Yes sir, may i ask your name?"
His slick and smooth reply in an English accent
"Bond, James Bond"
The waitresses eyes light up
"Do you like this party James?"
James looks deply into her eyes
"It is rather boring isnt it?"
The waitress nods in agreement
Suddenly James gets a great isea
"How bout we take my Aston Martin and go to your house?"
Quickly the waitress leans over and slaps him right on the cheek
"Worth a try i suppose" James mumbles as he walks off.

8)

A tall sleek man walks into the building, and strait to the bar.
"Martini thanks, shaken not stirred"
The waitresses reply
"Yes sir, may i ask your name?"
His slick and smooth reply in an English accent
"Bond, James Bond"
The waitresses eyes light up
"Do you like this party James?"
James looks deply into her eyes
"It is rather boring isnt it?"
The waitress nods in agreement
Suddenly James gets a great isea
"How bout we take my Aston Martin and go to your house?"
Quickly the waitress leans over and slaps him right on the cheek
"Worth a try i suppose" James mumbles as he walks off.

8)

The party of LRR dignitaries suddenly remembers something.

"Didn't we park the spacecar on top of someone's nice Aston Martin?"
"I think so. How'd we manage to do that?"
"The spacecar shouldn't damage the nice car. I mean, it does have landing legs. Surely the valets would have moved it."

A tall sleek man walks into the building, and strait to the bar.
"Martini thanks, shaken not stirred"
The waitresses reply
"Yes sir, may i ask your name?"
His slick and smooth reply in an English accent
"Bond, James Bond"
The waitresses eyes light up
"Do you like this party James?"
James looks deply into her eyes
"It is rather boring isnt it?"
The waitress nods in agreement
Suddenly James gets a great isea
"How bout we take my Aston Martin and go to your house?"
Quickly the waitress leans over and slaps him right on the cheek
"Worth a try i suppose" James mumbles as he walks off.

8)

The party of LRR dignitaries suddenly remembers something.

"Didn't we park the spacecar on top of someone's nice Aston Martin?"
"I think so. How'd we manage to do that?"
"The spacecar shouldn't damage the nice car. I mean, it does have landing legs. Surely the valets would have moved it."

James walks over to the host of the party, still with a sore and red cheek
"this is a disgraceful party old chap, i am leaving"
James walks out the door and asks the valet to bring up his car, informing him of which one it is.
The valet walks away and a few minutes later walks back
"Sir, there is something you need to see"
James is escorted by the valet and to his horror sees an ugly spacecar parked on the Aston. the aston of corse is totaled beyond disrepair.
James walks back to the party and straight to the owner of the car, Reploid.
"Do you know how small a spy/superhero's salary is? I cant afford another one of those for a few months!!!"
James then pulls the big right hook and knocks some of reploids teeth out.

A tall sleek man walks into the building, and strait to the bar.
"Martini thanks, shaken not stirred"
The waitresses reply
"Yes sir, may i ask your name?"
His slick and smooth reply in an English accent
"Bond, James Bond"
The waitresses eyes light up
"Do you like this party James?"
James looks deply into her eyes
"It is rather boring isnt it?"
The waitress nods in agreement
Suddenly James gets a great isea
"How bout we take my Aston Martin and go to your house?"
Quickly the waitress leans over and slaps him right on the cheek
"Worth a try i suppose" James mumbles as he walks off.

8)

The party of LRR dignitaries suddenly remembers something.

"Didn't we park the spacecar on top of someone's nice Aston Martin?"
"I think so. How'd we manage to do that?"
"The spacecar shouldn't damage the nice car. I mean, it does have landing legs. Surely the valets would have moved it."

James walks over to the host of the party, still with a sore and red cheek
"this is a disgraceful party old chap, i am leaving"
James walks out the door and asks the valet to bring up his car, informing him of which one it is.
The valet walks away and a few minutes later walks back
"Sir, there is something you need to see"
James is escorted by the valet and to his horror sees an ugly spacecar parked on the Aston. the aston of corse is totaled beyond disrepair.
James walks back to the party and straight to the owner of the car, Reploid.
"Do you know how small a spy/superhero's salary is? I cant afford another one of those for a few months!!!"
James then pulls the big right hook and knocks some of reploids teeth out.

You can't knock out the teeth of a robot, especially when it has no teeth! Or at least not Giskard.

"Eh? Oh, yes. Your car. Here, pay for a new one with this block of aerogel."
"They must have better music in this place. I'm going to find the Maitre'd."

Thankyou good gentleman. Oh by the way, what about an emp greneade?? Or are you hardened against that.

Just joking, as bond runs out and steals the Spacecar using his refined spy method of breaking all the car windows and then shooting off the locks on the car and then kicking it enough times until it starts.

Thankyou good gentleman. Oh by the way, what about an emp greneade?? Or are you hardened against that.

"Yes, in fact our cognative apparatuses are all contained within a copper shield."

A small distance away, prime minister Byerly stumbles through the crowd.

"Excuse me, sir. Do you know where I could find the Maitre'd?"

A shuttle appears and lands in front of the valets, thrusters kicking up lots of dust and debris.

After it lands the ramp lowers and two people emerge. The craft is built to carry 25 and it seems to be a waste to use such a large craft. They enter the party and the shuttle lifts off again, sending debris flying until it zooms off into the sky.

The two look around. One is a tall, beautiful looking bald woman that looks in her mid-twenties. A pink stone is embedded at the base of her neck. She smiles as she gazes over the other guests.

As appealing as she seems, the creature beside is the other extreme. A ten foot tall reptilian humanoid wearing heavy black robes. He does not smile and seems to regard the others with disdane.

Just joking, as bond runs out and steals the Spacecar using his refined spy method of breaking all the car windows and then shooting off the locks on the car and then kicking it enough times until it starts.

Er......this 'car' is not so much a car as a smallish corvette. Its windows are rather inaccessable, and highly reinforced, and the easiest way to gain access would be to go up a fold-down gangplanck, which is folded up.

A long white Excalibur with thick smoke coming out of the windows arrives. The licenseplate says " Alshim Dahiz Emperor of Rum". The full name of Rumaniac wouldn't fit on the cramped space on the plate.

A tall man with a long black beard a white tuxedo and with a matching turban steps out of the car.
He seems a little disoriented and sluggish.
Not exactly knowing where his feet are he stumbles on a carbumper from an Aston Martin.
He barely manages to not fall and look even more silly than he already does.
Shortly thereafter he walks straight into a palmtree and passes out.

A long white Excalibur with thick smoke coming out of the windows arrives. The licenseplate says " Alshim Dahiz Emperor of Rum". The full name of Rumaniac wouldn't fit on the cramped space on the plate.

A tall man with a long black beard a white tuxedo and with a matching turban steps out of the car.
He seems a little disoriented and sluggish.
Not exactly knowing where his feet are he stumbles on a carbumper from an Aston Martin.
He barely manages to not fall and look even more silly than he already does.
Shortly thereafter he walks straight into a palmtree and passes out.

A robotic arm from the Spacecar extends outwards, picking the man who had passed out up off the ground, and brings him into the ship. He is soon on a medical table, with various robotic arms waving about over his head in an attempt to wake him up.

A long white Excalibur with thick smoke coming out of the windows arrives. The licenseplate says " Alshim Dahiz Emperor of Rum". The full name of Rumaniac wouldn't fit on the cramped space on the plate.

A tall man with a long black beard a white tuxedo and with a matching turban steps out of the car.
He seems a little disoriented and sluggish.
Not exactly knowing where his feet are he stumbles on a carbumper from an Aston Martin.
He barely manages to not fall and look even more silly than he already does.
Shortly thereafter he walks straight into a palmtree and passes out.

A robotic arm from the Spacecar extends outwards, picking the man who had passed out up off the ground, and brings him into the ship. He is soon on a medical table, with various robotic arms waving about over his head in an attempt to wake him up.

The Emperor of Rumaniac wakes up.
Seeing he is in a spaceship and with robotic arms smacking him in the face he thinks he has an hallucination.
Thinking none of it is real, and because he's both drunk and stoned, he begins humping the robotic arm.

Gen. Dante walks into the building. His boots are shined to perfection, his suit is pressed and spotless. He walks through the door and looks around the room.

A long white Excalibur with thick smoke coming out of the windows arrives. The licenseplate says " Alshim Dahiz Emperor of Rum". The full name of Rumaniac wouldn't fit on the cramped space on the plate.

A tall man with a long black beard a white tuxedo and with a matching turban steps out of the car.
He seems a little disoriented and sluggish.
Not exactly knowing where his feet are he stumbles on a carbumper from an Aston Martin.
He barely manages to not fall and look even more silly than he already does.
Shortly thereafter he walks straight into a palmtree and passes out.

A robotic arm from the Spacecar extends outwards, picking the man who had passed out up off the ground, and brings him into the ship. He is soon on a medical table, with various robotic arms waving about over his head in an attempt to wake him up.

The Emperor of Rumaniac wakes up.
Seeing he is in a spaceship and with robotic arms smacking him in the face he thinks he has an hallucination.
Thinking none of it is real, and because he's both drunk and stoned, he begins humping the robotic arm.

Another robotic arm plucks the man off the other arm and onto the bed, where he is restrained by several large metal straps. He is then given a sedative, and falls back to sleep.

A long white Excalibur with thick smoke coming out of the windows arrives. The licenseplate says " Alshim Dahiz Emperor of Rum". The full name of Rumaniac wouldn't fit on the cramped space on the plate.

A tall man with a long black beard a white tuxedo and with a matching turban steps out of the car.
He seems a little disoriented and sluggish.
Not exactly knowing where his feet are he stumbles on a carbumper from an Aston Martin.
He barely manages to not fall and look even more silly than he already does.
Shortly thereafter he walks straight into a palmtree and passes out.

A robotic arm from the Spacecar extends outwards, picking the man who had passed out up off the ground, and brings him into the ship. He is soon on a medical table, with various robotic arms waving about over his head in an attempt to wake him up.

The Emperor of Rumaniac wakes up.
Seeing he is in a spaceship and with robotic arms smacking him in the face he thinks he has an hallucination.
Thinking none of it is real, and because he's both drunk and stoned, he begins humping the robotic arm.

Another robotic arm plucks the man off the other arm and onto the bed, where he is restrained by several large metal straps. He is then given a sedative, and falls back to sleep.
OOC: Gah! Dammit! What am I going to do now?
I'll probably go to sleep as well.
Maybe it was for the best. Who knows what might have happened otherwise! :shock:
I hope that sedative doesn't have any sideeffects btw. :P

A long white Excalibur with thick smoke coming out of the windows arrives. The licenseplate says " Alshim Dahiz Emperor of Rum". The full name of Rumaniac wouldn't fit on the cramped space on the plate.

A tall man with a long black beard a white tuxedo and with a matching turban steps out of the car.
He seems a little disoriented and sluggish.
Not exactly knowing where his feet are he stumbles on a carbumper from an Aston Martin.
He barely manages to not fall and look even more silly than he already does.
Shortly thereafter he walks straight into a palmtree and passes out.

A robotic arm from the Spacecar extends outwards, picking the man who had passed out up off the ground, and brings him into the ship. He is soon on a medical table, with various robotic arms waving about over his head in an attempt to wake him up.

The Emperor of Rumaniac wakes up.
Seeing he is in a spaceship and with robotic arms smacking him in the face he thinks he has an hallucination.
Thinking none of it is real, and because he's both drunk and stoned, he begins humping the robotic arm.

Another robotic arm plucks the man off the other arm and onto the bed, where he is restrained by several large metal straps. He is then given a sedative, and falls back to sleep.
OOC: Gah! Dammit! What am I going to do now?
I'll probably go to sleep as well.
Maybe it was for the best. Who knows what might have happened otherwise! :shock:
I hope that sedative doesn't have any sideeffects btw. :P

All it should do is give him a tendancy to listen to "Purple Haze" after he wakes up.

A tall, muscular man exits a black Humvee, handing the keys to the valet. He shifts in his tux, as if he's not used to wearing fine clothing. He rotates his shoulder, trying to losen the tension in his back. A seam pops, to his dismay. Damn thing is way too small... He enters the palace, and drifts over to his favorite place, the bar.

The reptilian guest moves past the others, heading for the bar while the woman mingles with other guests, waiting for the questions about her lack of hair to come up, like they always did.

The newcomer sits back on his stool at the bar, sipping on a Guinness draft, and looking around the room. Not bad... He thinks, admiring the decor.

A reptilian figure steps out from the back of a Taxi cab, handing the driver a few bills for his fare. The being is tall, with grey scales, almost having s silver sheen to them. He has an odd pair of ear-fins atop his head, one per side, arching backwards. He wears a tuxedo, something he had never done before. His arms bulge under the black cloth, indicating his trade, that of a blacksmith. His name is Silvertongue, and due to his charisma and persuasive abilities, he was the usual pick for anything diplomatic. Silvertongue enters the party, casting his bright black eyes around the room, taking in the atmosphere of the gathering. He had been instructed to 'mingle' as the softskins say, and mingle he would. Parties were not any fun otherwise.

Cassandra smiled again, quite charmed by Hans. She always found it kind of romantic when a man she had just been introduced to kissed her hand, it brought back all those novels she had read when she was younger, dreaming of the day her knight on a white charger would arrive. She shook herself out of her reverie.

Putting her empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter, Cassandra let her eyes wander around the room, before bringing them back to Hans. "Mr Muller, where do you hail from?" Her voice light and cheerful, her gaze fixed to his face.

He takes a sip of his own drink.

"The Dominion of SAVX. What about yourself?"

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Dante walks to the bar and gets a drink. He turns around and leans back on the bar to look around.

Cassandra mentally ran through the dosier of guests she had received and kicked herself for not taking more time to memorise the details, the name was familiar, but other than that, her mind was a blank. She'd would just have to play the whole thing by ear.

"I'm an Ambassador for The Empire of Tartarus, on behalf of her Imperial Majesty, Empress Gehenna." She smiled as she got the formalities out of the way, and visibly relaxed, as she file her little diplomatic script in the back of her mind.

She looked around and grabbed a new drink, taking a sip to refresh her dry mouth. "Have you been here before? I have to admit, before being given the job to come here, I'd never heard of The Stoned Mongooses."

Grand admiral Mosc walks through the guests taking care not to interact with them, he wonders why Emperor Kisar sent him here

Dante finishes his third glass of whiskey. He steps away from the bar and looks around.

"Neither have I. However, I almost always accept invitations to parties such as these. I may have sent my own ambassador in my place, seeing as how I've been very busy lately, but I decided to give both of us a small vacation."

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Cassandra sighs inwardly, wishing that she had the opportunity to turn these parties down. It wasn't as if she disliked letting her hair down, it was just she couldn't at these diplomatic functions. She always had to watch what she said in case she accidently caused Tartarus to go to war.

"That's very generous of you, not many leaders would do what they could get someone else to do." She smiled and took another slow sip from her glass, peering at him from over the top. "Although this does seem to be an interesting party, so you may just have chosen well."

He nods and finishes off his glass. He glances around for a waiter, but none are near.

"Well, he serves me well, so I figure I can return the favor every so often. Besides, it can be interesting to meet new people once in a while."

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

While standing on the corner, taping his foot, looking at his watch, he speaks to himself.

"Four hours before my transport arrives. What to do, what to do?"

Turning his head to the left, he sees the remains of a Aston Martin. Wondering what is going on, the six foot 4 inch tall man decides to have a look. As he starts walking, he notices many people entering the house. He hears music, and laughter, and guesses there is a party. Chancing it, he decides to see if he can get it. Walking up the stairs, he opens the door, just in time for his favorite song, "Walk this way!" by Docuser.

Jumping into the middle of the crowd, he yells, "LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!"

Feeling bored beyond sanity, Kasper yells out to the partygoers, "ANYONE FOR RED ROVER?!?" Hoever, his cry is a soft whisper compared to the shout of the lunatic who just walked in, yelling, "LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!" Kasper pulls his sleeper gun, but points it straight up just before he--out of anger and annoyance--pulls the trigger. He mutters, "Wow, he's lucky I controlled myself to that extent, or he'd be lying on the floor, sleeping like a baby. Let's have some fun." He looked straight up, at the dart now falling toward him. He catches it in two fingers, the point of the dart half a millimeter from his nose. He reloads the needle sized dart into the miniature gun and slips it back into his pocket. He taps the Emperor on the shoulder, and points at the lunatic. Finally seeing an oppurtunity to liven things up, they charge at the lunatic, and pick him up on their shoulders. Then, Kasper dropped him down, so that he held on to his ankles, and the Emperor held on to his collar. They swung him back and forth, so that he almost went in a complete circle. The music had been turned down, so everyone was looking at them. The flip him over, and bend him like an arch, and the less extremely classy people walk under him. One of the robots from LRR does a head first slide under him. They finally let him down, and he opts to lie down on the ground for a while. After the party stopped spinnning, the lunatic stuck his hand up in the air. Kasper helps him up, and the three of them start talking.

After being used as part of some type of human game, Calnux raises his hand, and gets pulled up by the two not-so-gentlemen.

Standing and dusting himself, he says, "Howdy fellows! How are ya tonight?! I'm Calnux, from Inverta. I was waiting for my ride, when I saw the people walking in. I loved the song that was playing, so I decided to jump on in!"

OOC: To see what he looks like, check out http://sethrd.net/brad/not.jpg

Dante greets the newcomer.

"Howdy, I'm General Dante from Langham."

Cassandra nodded in agreement at his statement. It was one of the best and worst things about these parties, meeting people. Of course, she had been lucky enough to meet some really nice people, but she had also had the misfortune of attracking the odd bore, who refused to take the hint and leave.

She felt fortunate that she had bumped into Hans, he was pleasant, interesting and wasn't afraid to be honest, his favour for his ambassador was proof of that. "That is so true, if you hadn't come here tonight, I would be speaking to someone completely different right now." She laughed lightly.

He looks into her eyes, admiring her face. A very pretty face. Her smile was mesmerizing. He grins.

"Yeah, and if you hadn't come, I'd be talking to someone entirely different as well. What a shame that would be!

He nimbly drops his glass onto a passing waiter's tray and grabs another.

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

After being used as part of some type of human game, Calnux raises his hand, and gets pulled up by the two not-so-gentlemen.

Standing and dusting himself, he says, "Howdy fellows! How are ya tonight?! I'm Calnux, from Inverta. I was waiting for my ride, when I saw the people walking in. I loved the song that was playing, so I decided to jump on in!"

OOC: To see what he looks like, check out http://sethrd.net/brad/not.jpg

"Well, I don't know if you were supposed to get an invitation or what, but the host guy doesn't seem to mind," Kasper said, "Sorry we threw you around so much, but the way you were dancing, I didn't think you'd mind. You didn't, did you?"
"Well--" He was about to finish when the Emperor interjected.
"Kasper and I were just so bored, we kind of lost our mind. Do you want a stuffed animal? Kasper pulled up a whole shopping cart load of 'em over at that claw."

A short, stringy man dressed in a brown, wide brimmed hat, long brown overcoat and faded blue suit walks up to Cassadra and Hans, one hand inside his coat. "Uh.. neither of you two have seen a Slutbum Wallah colonel around here have you?" His eyes scan the room warily, "Nothing important of course," he adds hurriedly, "Just a... friend of mine. That's it."

Feh, this is a waste of my time. *Walks way 2 beat crap out of youkai*


Silver Anime Fox

"Well--" He was cut short. He doesn't like being cut off mid-sentence. It's a party though. Everyone is drinking, so he just let this one roll off.
"Kasper and I were just so bored, we kind of lost our mind. Do you want a stuffed animal? Kasper pulled up a whole shopping cart load of 'em over at that claw." the man said.

Thinking for a moment, he said, "No, I'll pass. Thanks though. I don't have any offspring, and I don't have a need for stuffed animals. The man at the door didn't ask for my invitation, so I guess it doesn't matter." Taking the final drag off his druter, he tosses it into a passing womens drink, and lights another. "Yeah," he says taking a drag, "I don't mind being thrown around like a nucter. I just kind of forget everything when I start dancing. It's a weakness I have."

OOC: A druter is a cigarette from Inverta, the city which my char is from. A nucter is an animal that looks somewhat like a rat. There is a game in Inverta call Nucta, where 3 players on each time toss a Nucter around, trying to get it into a basket. It is somewhat like basketball.

Silvertongue watches in fascination as a pair of men toss a third between themselves. A softskin rital perhaps? I am never sure of these things, Whiptail understands their culture much better than... He sits down at the bar and samples a drink. Finding the taste to his liking, he downs it, then a second, and a third. He leans over to the bartender, slightly wobbly from the amount of alchol he has imbibed. "What is this beverage known by?" The bartender simply looks at him with a confused look, before returning to polishing a glass.

A short, stringy man dressed in a brown, wide brimmed hat, long brown overcoat and faded blue suit walks up to Cassadra and Hans, one hand inside his coat. "Uh.. neither of you two have seen a Slutbum Wallah colonel around here have you?" His eyes scan the room warily, "Nothing important of course," he adds hurriedly, "Just a... friend of mine. That's it."

He looks around.

"No, I haven't seen one. Why do you ask?"

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Looking around to see if there is anyone he knows, he is upset. Thinking to himself, "Man, another 4 hours of this? Humans upset me. They remind me of everything I've gone through to get to this point in my life. Another year or so, and I can leave all this behind. I will be able to return to Inverta and rest peacefully."

Looking up at Hans, he asks, "So, who exactly are you? I've seen your face before, but unsure of where."

He puts his hands at his side, to make sure his Shoul Dun are still there. He feels the outline of them, and relaxes, knowing if anything should happen, he is able to protect himself and those people around him.

He glances to Calnux.

"Well, I've done a few public things and my nation is fairly powerful and well-known. I'm the Emperor of the Dominion of SAVX. And you are?"

He takes another sip of his drink. He thinks to himself, "Wow. A lot of people want to talk to me. This is new..."

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

He looks around.

"No, I haven't seen one. Why do you ask?"
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

"He uh... got... lost. Or something."

Clearing his throat, he starts to speak.

"I am Calnux, leader of The United Socialist States of Calnux, or what is left of it anyway. Our country fell a while back, and the people said I should be the leader. I turned it down, as the last 5 people to be leaders have been assassinated. I have no need to be in the political light. In the Civil War we had, my family was killed by the very people that said I should lead. I have no need for that. Instead, I just tell the pres what we should do, therefore I'm out of harms way, but I'm really running the country."

Even thinking about it now brings him pain. His fists are around his Shoul Dun, and he starts to breathe a little heavier. He grabs a drink from a passing buy waiter and downs it in 2 gulps.

The man at the bar was getting quite bored, and the tight fit of his suit wasn't helping any. He'd need some conversation soon, or he'd just leave. Diplomatic functions wheren't in his job description anyway. He sipped at his Guiness and waited.

"I'm sorry to hear that. If you ever need any help, I'm willing to offer it."

He watches at Calnux downs the drink. Just then, one of his guards runs over out of nowhere and whispers in his ear. He quietly replies:

"No, no, don't worry about it. It's fine."

The soldier glances a moment at Calnux, then nods and disappears.

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Dante turns around and notices a bored man.

"Hello."

Realizing he shouldn't have touched his weapon, he releases it, but a moment too late.

"No, no, don't worry about it. It's fine."

The soldier glances a moment at Calnux, then nods and disappears.

The guard had seen him outside, and saw him put the Shoul Dun in his cloak.

Looking at Hans he says, "I'm sorry sir. I mean no harm, I just get a little angry when I remember what happened. Would you like to see the weapon?"

Thinking of anything to get the conversation going again, Calnux asked Hans.

He chuckles.

"It's alright. I could see it too. They just need to make sure; it's part of their job after all. Sure, I'd like to see it."

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Dante turns around and notices a bored man.

"Hello."

"Howdy." Comes the reply.

Opening his cloak a little to release the weapon from it's sheath, he pulls the Shoul Dun out.

Holding them up to Hans he says, "It is in two pieces now, but can be put into one by placing the ends together, and pressing this button here." He shows Hans the button, and how to do it.

"When walking down the street, I have it in my cloak, as to not scare anyone. When I'm out in the wilderness, I have it like so." Placing the ends together, and pressing the barely visible button, the pieces come together. The entire weapon was at least 5 and a half feet long.

OOC: The weapon can be seen at http://sethrd.net/brad/char.jpg

IC: "Would you like to hold it? If you are going to, be careful, as you seem to not have much muscle, and this weapon is rather heavy for soft skins."

Opening his cloak a little to release the weapon from it's sheath, he pulls the Shoul Dun out.

Holding them up to Hans he says, "It is in two pieces now, but can be put into one by placing the ends together, and pressing this button here." He shows Hans the button, and how to do it.

"When walking down the street, I have it in my cloak, as to not scare anyone. When I'm out in the wilderness, I have it like so." Placing the ends together, and pressing the barely visible button, the pieces come together. The entire weapon was at least 5 and a half feet long.

OOC: The weapon can be seen at http://sethrd.net/brad/char.jpg

IC: "Would you like to hold it? If you are going to, be careful, as you seem to not have much muscle, and this weapon is rather heavy for soft skins."

Silvertongue eyes the man carefully. Did he say 'softskin'? That is usually an Argonian term...

Feeling as if he is being watched, Calnux looks around, seeing a few people staring at him for pulling out a weapon in the middle of a party.

"Do not worry people. I'm not starting a fight or causing trouble. Just showing off my handy work."

Most of the crowd go back to whatever it was they were doing, but one man keeps staring at him. He notices he looks a lot like an old friend of his.

"Could he perhaps know Whiptail? I wonder. After I'm done with Hans, I'll speak to him." he thinks to himself.

He looks at the weapon, glancing up and down its long frame.

"Very nice."

He holds out his hands, ready to recieve it.

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

The LRR delegates continue partying, and Giskard breaks out an electric guitar, Daneel a Bass, and they start to jam, and do crazy dances and freestyle walk around the room.

Silvertongue crossed his large arms across his chest, watching. One end of the weapon contained a hammer, his weapon of choice. This is indeed interesting...

Calnux places the Shoul Dun in Hans hands, waiting for his hands to drop a little from the weight of the weapon. He continues to hold it till Hans grips it, which he seems to be taking his time doing. "maybe he is getting used to the weight."

He notices the man at the bar is paying particular attention to him now, and wonders if perhaps that IS Whiptail. That was such a long time ago though. Calnux looks back at Hans.

OOC: Whiptail usually avoids large crowds of people. Talk to this new fella a bit later to find out more about him.

As he carefully takes hold, the hammer end drags his arm down a bit, but he quickly compensates and brings it back up. He takes a moment getting a feel for it. As he's doing this, both of his guards sneak up from nowhere, wary of the situation. He takes a couple small swings, careful not to hit Calnux or Cassandra, or anyone else for that matter.

"This is a very interesting weapon. Any idea where I could get one, for some fun back home?"

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

OOC: I know that you aren't Whiptail, but since Whip and Silver are both Argonians, Silver might know of Whip. Just a way to keep to keep the story going.

Calnux notices that he guards come rushing back, but since he is unarmed, he has nothing to worry about. Watching Hans take such control of the weapon is rather impressive. Only Khulers have been able to handle the weapon, as it's weight and length make it nearly impossible for soft skins to control.

"I'm sorry, that weapon is one of a kind. It is the last of it's kind, since weapons are outlawed, for the most part, in my land. If you wish, I could make you a replica of it, for a price."

Calnux lets out a little smile, and turn to look at the man at the bar again.

He takes one more swing, then hands it back to Calnux.

"A price, eh? What'll it be?"

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Looking at his watch,

"I seem to have missed my transport back to Kilkar. I need to go see an old friend, if he is still alive. His name is Soul Dan, and he is the maker of this weapon. He gave it to me 67 years ago. I told him I would stop by and see him every once in a while. It has been a little over 3 years since I've seen him, and last I knew he was very ill. If you could take me to him, and if he is still sick, possibly help me cure him, I could make you a weapon such as this."

Calnux feels a tear roll down his cheek. Soul Dan was like a father to him. He taught him the ways of Jids, when he had given up hope on him. He was all he had left.

OOC: I'm going to go see a movie with some friends, so I need to go take a shower. I'll be back around midnight EST.

He yanks a cell phone out of his pocket and hits a button. He holds it to his ear for a second before it's answered.

"I need a ride for a...friend. Something fast."

He hangs up and puts the phone back in his pocket.

"You'll be getting a ride very soon, Calnux. I won't be able to go with you, but you'll be with my head aide, Sam Harringer, my most trusted man. I wish you, and your friend, well."

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

A friend huh? It's been a long time since someone called me that.

"A friend? Well, thank you. I appreciate that. I also appreciate the ride. I wish you could go with me, but you have things here that need to be done. I shall return soon though, and when I do, you shall have a Shoul Dun of your own."

Nodding his head, as a sign of respect, Calnux goes outside and waits for his ride.

He nods back, then turns to his guards and motions for them to "disappear" again. He takes a sip of his drink and looks around.

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

(Zach The Great enters with pet Poodle) Hi everyone! This is Mary!

Sorry I'm late, by the way, Mary needed her hair dyed for the occasion, and it took a bit.

Calnux walks back into the room, head hanging low. Walking over to Hans, he raises his head, and his eyes are almost as red as his hair. His cloak is hanging loosely from his body. He scans the room quick, looking for Hans. He spots him by the bar, and walks over to him.

"Soul Dan is dead. We got to Kilkar, I walked into his house, and he was laying on his bed. He looked very boney, and I knew something was wrong with him. When I touched him, he smiled, and said how good it was to see a friend before he passed. I sat, and he asked how my quest was going, and I told him I had completed it because of the training he gave me. He smiled, and said he was happy he could help in anyway possible, then he died. Right there, next to me."

Calnux's tears started flowing, starting to choak on his words, he continues.

"He, he was like a father to me, and now he is gone! I guess I have some free time now. I have something for you Hans."

Letting his cloak fall to the ground, he pulls out the replica Shoul Dun he made for him on the way back.

"It's made from the last of Soul Dans klarf. He would be proud. It's a little lighter then mine, but twice as strong. I hope you like it."

He turns and pulls a glass of an unknown liquid from a passign waiter. Down it goes, and Calnux sits and orders a Ruxpin from the bartender. Not knowning what that is, he asks what it is made of.

"3/4 Hayture urine and 1/4 Lilac extract. You don't have that? Just give me a Sam Adams then!"

Calnux doesn't really like human beer, but needs something to forget about the pain he feels now.

Cassandra stood by and watched the proceedings in silence, trying to take in everything that was going on around her. Seemed that suddenly the party had burst forth into action, so she let herself go with the flow. She was a bit surprised that weapons had made an appearance, these things were usually kept out of diplomatic functions.

She took a slow sip of her drink, hoping that party slowed down a bit, she was already on her second drink, looking out for her third. She sighed as she looked at Hans. "Is he alright? Nice weapon, by the way."

(OOC) Have room for a few more?

Kasper, remembering he has a See-All-Know-All contraption in his pocket, sits down and starts looking through the security cameras. He splices a video loop of a spinning smiley face into one of them, then types a message to the personnel, saying not to worry, you can get it off with anything, and if you don't, I'll get it off myself before I leave. He looks through the eyes of the LRR robots, and cycles through all the cameras in the immediate vicinity. While going through them, he sees through a camera precariously placed on someone's lapel.
"Hmmmm, a spy camera......"
He types a message onto the tape running through it, or onto the digital screen--the SAKA adapts to either one--reading: "You shouldn't spy....It hurts peoples feelings."
Kasper chuckles, and starts playing Sonic Aventure 2: Battle.

He listens to Calnux's lament, and feels pity for him. He takes the weapon and waits for one of his guards to show up so he can hold it for Hans.

"I'm very sorry to hear about your friend, Calnux. May he rest in peace."

As Calnux walks away, he turns back to Cassandra.

"He's obviously very upset now, but I'm sure he'll feel better in time."

One of the guards appears next to him and he hands the Shoul Dan to him.

"Be extra careful, or there will be problems."

The soldier nods and dashes out of sight. Again he turns to Cassandra.

"You seem a bit shocked. Everything alright?"

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

OOC: Yeah, we got room for more people, and it's a Shoul Dun. Soul Dan was the name of my friend that died.

After getting a drink, Calnux walks back over to Hans and the women.

"Do you like the Shoul Dun? I hope you do."

Taking a drink again, he asks the lady, "So, who are you exactly?"

Cassandra looked at Hans. Shocked? I look shocked? She thought as she smiled again, her eyes sparkling, possibly more to do with the wine than anything else.

"I'm perfectly fine." She finished her drink, craddling the empty glass in her hand, as the other tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Just watching the goings on."

OOC: Oops. *slaps self*

"Yes, it's very nice, Calnux. Thank you for it."

He smirks.

"Alright, if you say so."

He quickly finishes off the rest of his drink and heads over to the bar for a moment to see if he can get something harder.

"Your finest Vodka, bartender."

The bartender grabs a glass and fills it from one of the bottles, then hands it to him. He heads back to the two after thanking the bartender.

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

OOC: It's ok. Names are alike, so it's understandable.

Looking at Hans, "What is that you are drinking? I'm a little new to human drinks."

"It's called Vodka. It's a distilled drink, so it's very strong, but that makes it all the better."

He takes a large gulp.

"Whoo! That hits the spot."

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Watching this man down such a strong drink made Calnux feel sick.

"I see. My kind aren't ones to drink strong drinks. One time, at this bar, I was drinking a beer, and it was too strong for my blood. I ended up puking up blood. Little did I know that human beer is a toxin to my kind. I was weak for a long time, and I haven't really drank since then. So, who is your lady friend?"

His eyes perk up a bit, noticing Calnux's discomfort.

"I see. Alcohol is a toxin for humans as well, but one that our bodies can clear out if there's not too much. This is Cassandra Darlington."

He takes a smaller sip.

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-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Silvertongue watches the Hans fellow order some sort of drink called 'vodka'. Silvertongue orders himself a glass, taking a small, experimental sip. The liquid burned his throat slightly, reminding him fleetingly of 'Hist', the native drink of the Argonian people. He takes a larger sip, savoring the buring sensation. I will have to bring some of this wonderful substance home with me... He thinks as he finishes the glass, exchanging the empty glass for a full one.

Looking over at Cassandra, he says, "Hello ma'am. Nice to meet you. I'm Calnux."

Looking at Hans, he asks, "Do you know anything of the man at the bar? He has been staring at me all evening, and he looks like an old friend of mine."

Hans glances at the figure in question.

"No idea. Maybe you should try talking to him."

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Looking back at Hans, he has a blank look on his face.

"You mean, just walk over to him? I'm not sure about it. He looks kind of mean."

He shrugs.

"Just say something like, 'You seem familiar. Have we met somewhere before?' or something along those lines. Just give it a try."

He gestures, taking another sip of his drink.

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Walking over to the bar, Calnux taps the person on his shoulder.

Shaking, he finally coughs up the words.

"Excuse me sir. You seem rather familiar. I was just curious if we have ever meet somewhere. My name is Calnux."

Silvertongue turns his head to look at the man. He stands, then bows in respect, as is customary. "I greet you. I am Silvertongue Steelforge, of the Argonians. Is there something you need?"

Argonians! Whiptail was a Argonian!

"Do you know of a man named Whiptail? He is an Argonian. He was a dear friend of mine. We traveled together a long time ago."

Calnux hangs his head, thinking of the good times he had with Whiptail. The night they met, when Calnux learned not to drink so much, and all the slaying they did.

Looking up, he awaits Silvertounge's answer.

While waiting for a reply, Calnux orders a glass of water, and sits down....

*cough*

"I know of Whiptail the Fallen, but he is no longer an Argonian, has not been for close to two hundred years. Whiptail is a Dark Argonian, cursed with the Night-Curse. He was beloved by my people for many years, after he defeated the Dark Argonian Warchief in single combat. Later, something drove him mad, and he killed off an entire Elder family and three of the holy warriors, the Claws of Makaal. I do not resemble Whiptail, in build or coloration. When have you met him?"
Silvertongue asks. Silvertongue is unique among his people for his dull silver scales and matching tongue. His name is also attributed to his charismatic nature.

- :evil: -

"Whiptail and I were friends a while back. I haven't seen him in quite some time. We meet at a bar I wandered into one evening. He kind of made me realize I need to toughen up, and helped me do just that. I was just curious."

Hanging his head, saddened by dissapointment, he starts to walk back to Hans.

"Curiosity is fine. I am a weaponsmith, not a diplomat. Despite this, the role of peacemaker is often pressed on me. I have not heard from Whiptail in a very long time. Any news of him would be appreciated on the part of his supporters." Silvertongue adds.

Looking back at Silver, he adds,

"As far as I know, Whip Tail isn't mad at me. There is no need to play "peacemaker." We traveled together doing "business" for a while. One day, we decided to meet up with some old friends were we had all first met. We got to the bar, talked about old times, what we had all been up to, so on and so forth. We decided to go through Mt. Gremond, like we had many times before that, and he just disappeared on me. This was years after we had first met though. I haven't seen him since. That was almost 13 years ago. If you find out pretaining to his whereabouts, please, let me know. I am his number one supporter. He may seem mad on the outside, but he is a great being once you gain his trust."

edit: OOC - 69th post! WEWT!

Cassandra silently watched the action happening around her, not totally sure what was going on, but she assumed if it was something she should know then she would know. Her gaze rested on the other guests as she took a slow sip.

Hans begins to wander off into the crowd a bit more, slowly drinking and looking around.

http://www.angelfire.com/ns2/toxicvalley/images/hans.jpg
-Hans Müller
Der Führer

Emperor Catsendt went to the bathroom, while Kasper replaced some glasses with glasses from his joke shop, that were designed to either shatter when tapped together, or fall apart when you took a sip. Amazingly inconspicously, he sprayed his fingerprints off the joke glasses. When the Emperor came back, he warned "Don't drink anything for a while, I pulled a bait and switch."
"Who's the bait?"
"Oh, nevermind."
"Well, I pulled a trick myself. You know that lowlife from that one new country, I don't know where, that guy with the really, really thick facial hair, funny hat, and huge eyes that was looking at you funny since you came in? I dropped an inkpot in his pocket."
An "inkpot" was a ball of dried up ink, that when activated, would melt if it was heated up enough. The ink had a special ingredient added, so it would come out in the wash, but it still was a mess. The two leaders chuckled. After the fireworks, they would hit the road again.

Better late than never, a tall, slim and handsome Russian with pale skin and dark eyes and hair walks in. He surveys the scene and proceeds to the bar to order some divine vodka. He then leans back and scans the crowd with his piercing yet strangely alluring eyes, gauging the crowd.

A late arrival, King Bruce Wayne steps out of his royal batmobile.

'Alright all, i bring Batmanicus special delight.....Guano green cakes. I'm off to the bar, later all!'.

Looking back at Silver, he adds,

"As far as I know, Whip Tail isn't mad at me. There is no need to play "peacemaker." We traveled together doing "business" for a while. One day, we decided to meet up with some old friends were we had all first met. We got to the bar, talked about old times, what we had all been up to, so on and so forth. We decided to go through Mt. Gremond, like we had many times before that, and he just disappeared on me. This was years after we had first met though. I haven't seen him since. That was almost 13 years ago. If you find out pretaining to his whereabouts, please, let me know. I am his number one supporter. He may seem mad on the outside, but he is a great being once you gain his trust."

edit: OOC - 69th post! WEWT!

OOC: What he means is, there are people in his homeland better suited to diplomatic duties than himself. Silvertongue is a good friend of Whiptail, and has not seen him since his exile. Silvertongue has a natural charisma that makes him suited to diplomatic work, even though he doesn't enjoy leaving the forge. BTW where are you getting all of this information?

François Lévesque enters the party, says: "Hi, everyone".

Dekker finishes off his third Guiness. This is more boring than guard duty...

"Good evening, François Lévesque. May I say, you have a most intriguing name. From where do you come from?"

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