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ximilia2023-01-21 10:14 pm
groupiedrifter) wrote in ximilia2023-01-21 10:14 pm
[video] BACKDATED TO JAN. 19TH | un: newt
[Ah, yes, it's the half-dragon birthday boy!
He wastes no time in playing out the likely anticipated song of celebration.
This lute is getting some mileage.
It ends on a smug, contented:]
Haaaappy biiiirthday to meeeee!
That's the second birthday in a row that we're stuck on a mission. Man. But at least this birthday wasn't me stuck on a western-themed planet where we literally ran out of food to eat. That was a real freakin' bummer. [... well, it was the worst part until the townspeople turned into ash, but we don't talk about our traumas, new bloods] You guys better tell me happy birthday by the end of the day, or I'll cast a spell on you.
.... Mmmmnah, that would be too easy.
I'll just follow you around playing nothing but the happy birthday theme.
But the point of this wasn't just to shout at the rooftops that I'm 37-years-old! I spoke with the barkeep, Fribbington? What a queen, guys; I'm so jealous of her beard. Do you know how hard it is for me to get one of those? It's borderline impossible.
Ah — Right. Like, I spoke with her, and she really does not like Jun Shortaxe. Something about being sure you and him are on the same side, because it's not always that clear. But she had a lot of good things to say about Dweyre — that he was smart as a tack, helped a lot of people while in their party, best in his group at the Knights of the Seven Sisters... that after he died, nothing was ever really the same for them. I wish I could say anything else about the conversation jumped out at me... but...
Oh!
She mentioned the heirloom was some kind of scepter.
Round and royal-like, passed down through the kings. So valuable to King Zaros that he was willing to send parties after it and into deadly situations. Apparently this kind of gig, it would have set up Fribbington and the Brigade for the rest of their days as adventurers.
Unfortunately, things went really sideways. You know.
But uh! Yeah, that's all I got. I gotta admit, I've never been very good at finding the little details when it comes to things like this — maybe that's the ADHD talking. Either way, I'm almost done with the Ballard of Dweyre, so make sure you stop by the tavern and give a listen.
... Also, like. Cake. I want cake this birthday.
Someone around here has to have cake.
And I've also got an important questionnaire for everyone, by the way; no rush to finish it, it's just a little something to pass the time. Especially you new people. New people are required to fill this out.
[Anyone who knows him knows he's full of shit. But the text file comes through:]
NAME:
DATE OF BIRTH:
FAVORITE MOVIES:
FAVORITE FOODS:
FAVORITE MUSIC:
What’s your claim to fame?
How do you like to spend your free time?
What skill would you like to master?
What is your proudest accomplishment?
What is your biggest pet peeve?
What is the most useless talent you have?
If you had a warning label, what would yours say?
Are you a cat or a dog person?
Do you sing in the shower?
If you only had 5 minutes in a grocery store, what would you buy?
Which body part do you wish you could detach and why?
If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
If police arrested you with no explanation, what would your friends assume you had done?
Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
He wastes no time in playing out the likely anticipated song of celebration.
This lute is getting some mileage.
It ends on a smug, contented:]
Haaaappy biiiirthday to meeeee!
That's the second birthday in a row that we're stuck on a mission. Man. But at least this birthday wasn't me stuck on a western-themed planet where we literally ran out of food to eat. That was a real freakin' bummer. [... well, it was the worst part until the townspeople turned into ash, but we don't talk about our traumas, new bloods] You guys better tell me happy birthday by the end of the day, or I'll cast a spell on you.
.... Mmmmnah, that would be too easy.
I'll just follow you around playing nothing but the happy birthday theme.
But the point of this wasn't just to shout at the rooftops that I'm 37-years-old! I spoke with the barkeep, Fribbington? What a queen, guys; I'm so jealous of her beard. Do you know how hard it is for me to get one of those? It's borderline impossible.
Ah — Right. Like, I spoke with her, and she really does not like Jun Shortaxe. Something about being sure you and him are on the same side, because it's not always that clear. But she had a lot of good things to say about Dweyre — that he was smart as a tack, helped a lot of people while in their party, best in his group at the Knights of the Seven Sisters... that after he died, nothing was ever really the same for them. I wish I could say anything else about the conversation jumped out at me... but...
Oh!
She mentioned the heirloom was some kind of scepter.
Round and royal-like, passed down through the kings. So valuable to King Zaros that he was willing to send parties after it and into deadly situations. Apparently this kind of gig, it would have set up Fribbington and the Brigade for the rest of their days as adventurers.
Unfortunately, things went really sideways. You know.
But uh! Yeah, that's all I got. I gotta admit, I've never been very good at finding the little details when it comes to things like this — maybe that's the ADHD talking. Either way, I'm almost done with the Ballard of Dweyre, so make sure you stop by the tavern and give a listen.
... Also, like. Cake. I want cake this birthday.
Someone around here has to have cake.
And I've also got an important questionnaire for everyone, by the way; no rush to finish it, it's just a little something to pass the time. Especially you new people. New people are required to fill this out.
[Anyone who knows him knows he's full of shit. But the text file comes through:]
NAME:
DATE OF BIRTH:
FAVORITE MOVIES:
FAVORITE FOODS:
FAVORITE MUSIC:
What’s your claim to fame?
How do you like to spend your free time?
What skill would you like to master?
What is your proudest accomplishment?
What is your biggest pet peeve?
What is the most useless talent you have?
If you had a warning label, what would yours say?
Are you a cat or a dog person?
Do you sing in the shower?
If you only had 5 minutes in a grocery store, what would you buy?
Which body part do you wish you could detach and why?
If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?
If police arrested you with no explanation, what would your friends assume you had done?
Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
no subject
I've never been called a cat before.
no subject
No such thing as too many birthdays.
Am I wrong in my assessment, catman?
no subject
I don't see myself as a cat, no.
[He might not like water all that much, and find comfort by the roaring fire in his rooms back home, and he finds himself looking down on most people he meets. Latching on only to those who provide him with value and with gentle touches.
And the pickled herring.
But unlike a cat, he doesn't climb trees and when he falls, he doesn't always land on his feet. Sometimes, it's on somebody else's.]
no subject
But war kind of made that fluctuate a little.
And that is something a man who shares qualities with a cat would say.
My theory is not defeated just yet.
no subject
Someone called me a bat here, once. A bat-man. And what animal might you be like, Newton?
no subject
I'm proud of anyone who gets to another birthday.
I mean, maybe I'm biased, but my name says it all on the animal. Newts are cool. :P
What animal do I match in your professional opinion?
no subject
Perhaps some type of very excited mammal? An ermine?
1/2
no subject
no subject