[Mongers' Bazaar, Traders' Market]
The large open tent billows with every caress of wind from above, pressing against the taut lines and wooden frame that hold the structure in place. Tables line the center of the tent, ready to be set full of wares in hopes of attracting an eager eye and a heavy pouch. You also see a rickety market table with some stuff on it, a polished market table with some stuff on it, a nicked market table with some stuff on it, a dusty market table with some stuff on it, and a market guard.
Also in the room: Toastmaster Duane, Battle Grace Raglir, Wound Bearer Benthulus, Traveler Lovin, Alley Fighter Walcar, and Retailer Junker.
Obvious exits: east, southeast, south.

A large mammoth charges into the room and flattens Danner by sitting on him suddenly. A long, trumpet-like flatulence emanates from the mammoth as it gets back up again and charges from the room.

You babble unintelligibly for a while.

Walcar asks, "What?"

You exclaim, "Muddy!"

You exclaim, "I hate muddy!"

Walcar asks, "What on Elathia was that?"

You say, "Muddy the Mammoth"

You say, "He hates me"

You scowl.

You rise to a kneeling position.

You stand back up.

A Human table monger wanders southeast as he counts his tables.

You sigh.

You say, "At least he didn't leave residue like last time"

You mutter to yourself.

Walcar asks, "Where the mammoth come from?"

You say, "Gods only know, I swear he's magical"

Small, watery brown-colored drops fall off Danner with a soft splash. What in the world could that be?

You mutter to yourself.

You scream!

Walcar laughs!

You fall over. Oof!

You thrash around on the floor.

Walcar says, "Yuck"

You exclaim, "he got me!"

You slump limply across the ground, but just don't feel like you did a good job of playing dead.
Roundtime: 5 seconds.

Walcar chortles softly at some secret joke.

You whimper.

You ask, "Why does the world hate me?"

You exclaim, "No wonder I keep getting infections!"

You stand back up.

The foul stench of something unpleasant drifts upon the air. It seems to be coming in the direction of Danner.

You shudder.

You gag, desperate for air!

Walcar laughs!

You get a burned culebras cigar from inside a cigar box labeled "Danner" which is in your travel pack.

You get a piece of black flint from inside a cigar box labeled "Danner" which is in your travel pack.

You drop a burned culebras cigar.

You get a maple-handled outdoors knife from inside your thigh quiver.

You strike a piece of black flint against a maple-handled outdoors knife, causing a shower of sparks over the culebras cigar which smolders, then bursts into flames.
Roundtime: 4 seconds.

You say, "Here, maybe this will help the stench"

You shudder.

You put your knife in your thigh quiver.

You put your flint in the cigar box which is inside your travel pack.

You pick up a burning culebras cigar.

You take a long drag off of a burning culebras cigar.

You breathe out some tobacco smoke.

You shudder.

You weakly say, "I feel sick"

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Danner

At least you didn't get cow patties. =(

~Arwinia

It's mind over matter. I don't mind, because you don't matter.

That was precious. He told me about it at his brother's wedding over the weekend, but reading it is an absolute howl. Thanks Dremara, and thanks for posting it Danner. I sure wish my internet connection hadn't been down so I could have witnessed that in person.

Mudwort

>Wear spiked armor. Mammoths might not be all that bright, but they still learn. Of course, you do run the risk of getting stuck to the matted fur and Muddy carrying you off unnoticed...

Oooohhhhh..... :::insert evilest grin ever:::

-GM Dremara :-)
Team Wedding
Olvi Champion
Member of ERLP & Official mascot owner of Muddy

"Life is a journey... Enjoy the ride!"
"Smile.... people will wonder what you're thinking about!"

I would like to state for the record that the first time Muddie sat on me, I was in fact wearing heavy leather armor with spiked shoulder plates, and I did not stick.

His hide must be too sturdy for a wee Olvi's spikes to have enough gripping ability.

Now, however, I shall strive to make sure I'm always greased up, so I just squirt out from under the beast.


Danner

>Now, however, I shall strive to make sure I'm always greased up, so I just squirt out from under the beast.

How's about I just tell Muddy to eat you instead. That should have the desired effect you're looking for too!

-GM Dremara :-)
Team Wedding
Olvi Champion
Member of ERLP & Official mascot owner of Muddy

"Life is a journey... Enjoy the ride!"
"Smile.... people will wonder what you're thinking about!"

>>to make sure I'm always greased up<<

Don't know about greased up but he was sure well oiled over the weekend.

Mudwort

Oiled... Oil Can... slag... drinking... normally refering to beer... sheesh and you are a Bard?

Get back to work man ;-)

Me 'n Him

Oh, I was well aware of what the OTHER Muddie was saying, I was just doing my normal straightman bit. <grin>

Danner