[Game Thread] Pranks and Pitfalls

[Still_Pond]

The name Akaelis meant nothing to Guiness so he remains silent. Sounds like a real jerk though. How childish to curse the shrine just because mommy told you no. The idea that this is no temporary condition starts to sink in. Cursed. The word itself was unsettling. He didn't want to be cursed. He wondered what else was cursed. Was his beautiful black skin now a garish display of rainbow hews? Were his eyes pinwheels of kaleidoscope color? Will his moltings sluff off his head? Will his scales rot? He stews in his corner, waiting for someone to open the door.

[sammichweasel]

Garr actually stops for a moment to think. If people are busy thinking about names, they might not focus on tummy rubs! Maybe if he helps, he'll even get ear skritches. This is now important.

A name. People say names.. and sometimes write them! Maybe it was written in his new book!

Garr quickly hops to his feet again and dives into his backpack, pulling out the book and tries to carefully leaf through it.

[Fragmaster01]

Garr: Ooh. The book even has a pretty picture for you to look at. You can't eat the picture though. Very sad.

Akaelis Type: Person Status: Demigod, Trickster Notables: Extremely slippery/hard to hurt, though not directly powerful. Lacking in common sense. Allergic to peanuts. Estimated Stats: Level 8+, Speedy, Minor Divine Magic. Skills favored towards Diplomacy and Detection. Physical Description: It's a picture of a satyr like figure, save with fur on his forearms, the antlers of a faun, and the tail of a donkey. He's grinning a very silly grin, and not wearing much clothing(as divine folk are want to do). Bio: Trickster demigod of the Woodlands. Mostly notable for his penchant to do favors and/or business with mortals who meet his high(and often bizarre) prices. Holds a portfolio of Chaos, Discovery, and Nature.

[sammichweasel]

Garr squints at the page, turning it sideways and then upside down before a light goes off in his head. Words! There are words to read!

...crap.

He then squints some more, and finally scratches his head. "Akils. Um... peanuts! Wait... horny god! Akils be horny god!"

[Fragmaster01]

OOC Anyone(even Guiness) looking over his shoulder can see the stuff written in their natural language. Garr just has to be the one to look it up, as it's his toy. (Not yours. Go find something else to play with.)

[Frogman]

When Garr abruptly gets up and scrries to his book, He's like a dog that has buried a bone and is eager to show off how clever he is... Soilir thinks loudly to any psychics who may be listening. She peeks over Garr's shoulder and reads the text along with him.

Well the god is horned. I certainly hope he's not horny. Worse if he's horny and indiscriminate, Soilir snarks with all of the ire an irritation of a witch on the receiving end of an unwanted polymorph of cuteness, That was very good Garr, she says while tentatively scratching behind his ear.

So, she says while keeping up her gentle scratch tempo, We've been cursed by a trickster god which probably wont wear off any time soon...we're stuck like this. I think Guiness over there has the right idea in doing something that we can deal with, getting us out of here, She pauses to take a breath, We can talk about how we got here and what our curses are doing once we get to the surface. Agreed?

[sammichweasel]

Having earned ear skritches, Garr completely ignores what Soilir is saying.

[JonnyGulliver]

As he wanders down the corridor, Tinkerer tries to see if he can read the walls like a picturebook.

[Fragmaster01]

Tink: Hmm. They're all boring things, showing various races getting their cool toys. You find the one for your toy, at least: A pair of human looking things, bowing down and offering the Handcannon to a group of excited(and very well dressed) goblin artificers.

[Caput]

Vell finally succeeds in locking her gauntlet back on and staggering to her feet. With some effort, she is able to restrain herself from kicking somebody. "You people saw nothing, you hear. There is nothing wrong with my hand." She's not sure if any of them understand her, but she's still panicking a little.

She leans sideways to look at the book mutters to herself. "The top half of him looks like my ex. You're going to pay, mister."

[JonnyGulliver]

Yay! Happy ending! It was a good story. Humans should bow down to the superiority of goblin might.

Bored, he wanders over to reef on the door.

STRENGTH CHECK Dice Roll: 1d20 12

**Crr-aack**

"UH. My BAACK! My BAAACK!"

[Frogman]

Soilir pats Garr on the head before heading down the hall. She inspects the door, and the persons ineffectively trying to open it. She looks down at her little, adorable paws, glances at her newly pinked raven and sighs. Hey Garr? If you want more ear scratches you should help us open this door! Oh and you...the plush thing in the armor, you wanna give us a hand?

[sammichweasel]

Narrowing his eyes as Soilir stops skritching, Garr growls deeply before bounding to the door. He throws himself

Dice Strength Check:

1d20+4

(20)+4

Total = 24

against it, looking back over his shoulder an eying the idle skritching hand of the pooka.

[Still_Pond]

With people crowding around the door, Guiness is worried he's going to get stepped on. He

Dice stealth:

1d20+6

(6)+6

Total = 12

slowly slithers back a bit, away from the door. Besides, something bad might be on the other side of it.

[Caput]

Vell takes a deep breath, then places a single metal-clad fingertip on the top of Soilir's head. "Excuse me? The plush thing?"