Bullshit RPG: And I Would Walk 500 Miles; And I Would Walk 500 More

[The Lord Kelvin]

(view the previous thread on the old forums)

(sorry again for the delays. I'll do better about posting. I'll make a commitment of posting every 2 days from now on.)

The Magyyk Man heads onto the bus, as it seems to be the most isolated, but relatively comfy area. The only other isolated area available is one of the bathrooms, which would smell like shit.
The Magyyk Man opens the book and finds that it contains only blank pages. After flipping through he finds nothing useful at all. However, he feels a faint magical presence from page 420 of the book.

Finding one  of the dryer areas in the dining room, Emmilia hefts her new hammer onto the table and sits down. Putting a hand on the head off the hammer and closing her eyes, Emmilia tries to find a way to communicate with the voice from earlier.

"feed me..."
She hears the hammer whisper faintly. Through further magical investigation, Emmilia finds that the hammer craves magical energy much like an animal would crave food.

[Kaede]

She simply smiles and starts feeding it life magic to bind the hammer to her. "What is your name little one?"

[Corenat Rovarnus]

"Hmmm, I must needs find a way to harness this dankness... if only that spanish man were still around. Oh well, time to munchkin it up."
Mistah Munchkin Man heads back to the stockroom to check out the clothing and equipment section.

[The Lord Kelvin]

As the Magyyk Man closes the book and puts it into his bag, he feels like the faint magic from the book is very familiar to him.
Walking back into the station, the Magyyk Man finds that the store room is now locked.

Emmilia feeds life magics into the hammer and it begins to emanate the same life magic.
It's response remains the same.
"feed me..."
It doesn't seem as though the hammer has any sort of consciousness, but rather just the instinct to feed off magical energy.

[Kaede]

She paces back and forth as she mumbles to herself. "What to name you...mjolnir?" She shakes her head. "No too on the nose...Stormbringer?.. No you don't steal souls...Horus...No don't want to give you any ideas if you become sentient...Hilde...yes that has a nice name to it. She holds the hammer closer to her as if hugging it. "From now on you shall be called Hilde."

She walks out of the room to find a driver to see of the carriage will be leaving soon.

[Interovegas]

Rho asks one of the dwarves for some food.

[The Lord Kelvin]

Rho and Emmilia both end up leaving the room at the same time, going in the direction they last saw the dwarves go.
Having both left at the same time, they each take a interested/surprised glance at each other as they meet at the door leading outside.
Openning the door, they find the dwarves knocking on a the doors of one of the water closet rooms.

"Come on. Stop shitting yourselves now. They're gone..."

[Kaede]

"Allow me sir dwarf." She moves in front of him and slams the door with all her strength using her hammer. "Come on out you cowards, shows over! Get your shit in gear and prepare to head out!"

[Corenat Rovarnus]

Mistah Magyyk Man continues snooping around for unattended goods.

[Interovegas]

Rho continues to look around in a daze for food.

[The Lord Kelvin]

Busting open the door, you find that the gnomish driver is actually taking a dump while the human is cowering in the corner.
"Oi, can't I get a little privacy?"

The human driver scurries off, running towards the dining area.
Rho goes towards the dining area as well.

Without being able to get into the back room, the Magyyk Man decides to try looking around up on the roof.
He inspects the area where the dwarves retrieved their swords and shields from, but could not find anything other than more swords and shields.

[Corenat Rovarnus]

Mistah Magyyk Man puts a shield into his pack and heads over to the washrooms to...observe.

[The Lord Kelvin]

The Magyyk Man finds a crack in the washcloset ceiling from which he observes the shitting.
Ah, yes. Fumes of noxious gas enter his nose as he inhales the rancid stench that is gnome shit.
mmmmmm, the Magyyk Man is delighted.

As Rho just about reaches the dining area, a dwarf calls out to him.
"Oi, you look out of it. Let me make you a pint of our finest rejuvenating brew. I'm not quite sure what happened earlier, but I'd say you really helped us out of that pickle. The same offer goes to you, madam. Just keep it a secret from that weirdo that's with you, all right?"

[Interovegas]

Rho nods. He is glancing around for any still hidden bandits. As a stranger to this world he has no idea if he should expect another horde to crest over the hills.

[Kaede]

She simply follows after the dwarf. "A mug of your finest Dwarven Ale my good man, I wanna forget this day even happened."

[The Lord Kelvin]

The dwarf leads Rho and Emmilia through the dining area to the counter.
He carefully shifts open one of the wallboards, revealing a stash of some finely packaged beverages and some pint glasses.
Placing two pint glasses in front of the two adventurers standing behind the counter, he fills the glasses to the brim with a brown-gold translucent liquid and pushes them carefully to the counter's edge.

[Interovegas]

[Rho will actually respond to this later today. Was waiting for an appropriate moment for Rho to respond.]

[Corenat Rovarnus]

Mistah Magyyk Man commits the characteristics of gnome fumes to memory for later use. After the peep show ends or a sufficient amount of time passes he goes to use the facilities himself and then heads back to the wagon.

[Kaede]

She takes one of the mugs and begins drinking it slowly, taking sips rather than gulps.

[Interovegas]

Erghun Rho taps his fingers against his mug. He whispers:

"Violence is everywhere here..."

[Kaede]

"Violence is a natural part of any world." She takes a drink of her mug. "Least this place isn't on the brink of war between several kingdoms, so it's got that going for it. Shame about the discontent from that peasant village, they don't even realize that if they get the rebellion they want it may invite enemies to come in and rape and pillage this land." She takes another, longer drink from her mug.

[Interovegas]

Rho taps his finger against the surface of the drink and tastes it. He nods to the cadence of Emillia's words.

"It was my mission to cast away lingering souls. Perhaps I ought return to my sacred duties instead of hastening the demise of farmers and rich kin."

[Kaede]

She shrugs at his words. " 'Follow your heart, for it is never wrong.' as Jean would say. I've already made up my mind on this whole affair so do what you want."

ooc: Just a quick question is my character feeling any buzz from this drink, or is it not alcohol?

[Interovegas]

Rho addresses the dwarf.

"Short human kin, bearer of liquors, what sites close to here are plagued by lingering souls?"

[The Lord Kelvin]

Emmilia sips at the brew and feels her body relax slightly.

The dwarven barkeeper chuckels at Rho's remark.
"Well, it's a volatile political climate these days."

Silence ensues until the sound of a door opening breaks the silence.
Emmilia and Rho can feel the dwarf tense up slightly as he spots the Magyyk Man enter the area and move towards the front entrance.

[Interovegas]

"Magyk, aft the purging did you lose your way? You were unseen for a time."

[Kaede]

Smiling at the buzz kicking in she takes a few large gulps of her drink, and slams the empty mug on the table. "Good tasting drink you got there chiel. Can I 'av some more?"

[Corenat Rovarnus]

Turning red, Mistah Magyyk Man makes a mixed expression somewhere between happy and sad. "I...I do not know the way," he says in an unusual accent. "I was looking for the bathroom but tooka wrong turn. That is mah storeh." He approaches the counter while clicking his tongue. "What are you having?"

[The Lord Kelvin]

The dwarf pours Emmilia another pint of the brew.
Seeing the Magyyk Man approach, the acting bartender tenses up in a moment of uneasiness, but then sighs as he realizes there's no point in hiding the brew from the Magyyk Man at this point.
"This is the finest nonalcoholic ale we've got. Can't be drinking on the job after all. It's been enchanced with the herb, which gives it a nice relaxing effect."

The dwarf eyes the Magyyk Man somewhat uneasily.
"do... do you want some?"

[Kaede]

Realising she is beginning to fall into her drinking habits she coughs and composes herself. "Sorry about that, old habits. Please wake me when we are ready to move out." She gets up and trys to find a place to take a quick nap.

[Corenat Rovarnus]

Mistah Magyyk Man smiles ear to ear. "Oh, riiiiiiight, the herb. The relaxing herb. The herb meant specifically to induce a state of relaxation. The relaxer's herb.
Yeah, gimme the best you've got."

[The Lord Kelvin]

The dwarf points to Rho's cup.
"Soooo, do ya want that? If not, I'll just pass it to the weird guy. I'm also afraid I cannot see lingering souls, so I wouldn't know about that."

The dwarf peeks out the window at the bus.
"It seems you're taking the red line. Once you arrive at your destination, you can try finding a temple to one of the gods. The religious leaders should know of such things."

Emmilia looks around for a comfortable spot.
As she turns her head, her perceived reality seems slowed and she feels... mellow.
For some reason, the solid stool she sits upon at the bar feels the most comfortable at the moment and she doesn't really want to move elsewhere.
Emmilia feels her head slouch slightly to her left side as she ponders these thoughts.

[Kaede]

Feeling comfortable just sitting here, she lays her head on the table and starts dozing.

[Corenat Rovarnus]

Mistah Bandage Man's attention seems to be elsewhere. Perhaps he is imagining himself in the midst of righteous battle, or a spectral siege?
The Magyyk Man nonchalantly takes up his cup in hand and imbibes as much of the drink as he can stomach.

[Interovegas]

Rho whacks the yellow fellow's hand blurting out "No you!" and keeps his grip on his cup.

"I will enjoy your respectful offering shorter kin. Then we should be off."

[Corenat Rovarnus]

Mistah Magyyk Man is hurt at his comrade's lack of generosity. "Aw maaaaaan. Can I get a fresh cup m'dwarf?"

[The Lord Kelvin]

(Hey, soz for the massive delays)

The dwarf hands the Magyyk Man a pint of the stuff and shoos him away while looking at the sleeping Emmilia, slumped down on her stool.
"I take it you're gonna carry your friend there over to the bus then? If so, I've got some cleaning up to do."

[Kaede]

She mumbles to the dwarf. "I'm not asleep yet..." She gets up, groggily walks to the bus, lays across a couple of seats and goes back to dozing.

[Corenat Rovarnus]

"Dang, I was gonna carry you and everything." The Magyyk Man downs his drink and prepares for the next leg of the journey.

[The Lord Kelvin]

Rolling d2: 1

[The Lord Kelvin]

Emmilia slides off of her stool onto her wobbling feet that had partially fallen asleep with her, tipping her forward.
As she slowly falls forwards towards the ground, Emmilia's consciousness begins dimming as thoughts of what that creepy Magyyk Man would do to her creep into her mind.
No! She musters her willpower and creaks her body upright. Slowly and unsteadily, she trudges to the bus, collapsing onto a row of seats and falling asleep once she arrives.

Rho quickly enjoys his drink while the Magyyk Man makes his way to the bus with a creepy grin on his face.
The Magyyk Man begins feeling somewhat woozy as the world begins to feel 2D.
No, that's not quite right. Every moment is like a still image. The Magyyk Man is now perceiving the world as though his eyes are a monitor performing at 10 fps.
Upon reaching the bus he takes a seat to get his bearings straight, clutching the seat in an attempt to ground himself in reality.
The current lack of movement calms him. As he relaxes, he unknowingly doses off in his seat.

"Man, your buds aren't really acquainted with the herb, huh. I guess you guys aren't really from the rich part of town, despite some of your appearances."
Rho passes his now empty mug to the barmaster and heads towards the bus.
Getting inside he notices the other two members of the group to have dozed off and finds a seat of his own.
Plopping down into the seat, the drain of the ritual he performed earlier seems to have really sunk into his body.
The feeling of lethargy overtakes him.
He's overworked himself during a ritual before and he prepares for the usual cramping and pain but instead a wave of calmness washes over him as Rho drifts into a peaceful slumber.

Rho wakes up, feeling strangly refreshed and quite parched.
Instead of the rough rocking of the bus, he finds himself in a cot. Sitting up he finds that the Magyyk Man and Emmilia are both tucked into their own cots as well, on his left and right respectively.
Looking around, Rho finds that he and his group are now in some sort of temporary dwelling with walls of lightly lacquered wood.
The room seems to be that of a middle-low class quality with moderate furnishings, an old but well maintained table, and a window facing... the sea?
Outside, Rho can hear the clamoring of what seems to hundreds of people walking around.
Approaching the window, the boards creek softly below his feet. As he looks outside, Rho is able to tell that the room he is situated in is at least 5 stories up from the ground.
The view greeting him from outside the window is that of one large major white stone road. The sun peaks from beyond the horizon, glistening on the ocean as it gradually rises.
The people below seem to belong to all sorts of backgrounds, wearing outfits of varying make and models.
What seem to be street merchants can be seen setting up stalls and carts along the road as people rush to and fro.
Some of the passers by briefly stop at these shops but quickly go along on their way.
Everyone seems to have their own place they're rushing to get to in the rowdy yet orderly squabble below.
Walking back to the table, Rho spots a note.

"Thanks for your help Yesterday. We've paid for the room, so don't worry about any costs. We've got to get back to work, so we aren't able to thank you in person. If you've got any questions about the city, ask for Kermit at the front desk. He's a buddy of mine who can help you get acquainted."
Shifting slightly, Rho bumps his foot into something under the table. Upon further inspection, he finds everyone's belongings stashed under the table and that he's bumped his foot against Emmilia's new hammer.

"h-h-heh heh. Now it's a party" Emmilia mutters as she turns to her side while sleeping in her cot.
As if the Magyyk Man could her Emmilia in his sleep, he begin wriggling softly in his cot after Emmilia's sleep-giggling subsides.

[Interovegas]

Rho takes the moment of relative quiet to apply his wrappings more appropriately. The daily ritual centers him for the day ahead. When he finishes garbing himself he steps away from the other two and into the adjacent corridor. Down the stairs he sees the coming and going of the inn's residents. He looks for the desk where "Kermit" ought to be.

[Corenat Rovarnus]

Mistah Magyyk Man bolts upright with a startling brass sound effect.
"Nyer- No! Haah...haah...man, what a terrible nightmare. I dreamed that the human eye could only see...eh, you folks probably wouldn't understand."
He gets up and takes stock of his surroundings. "Ah, are we in another realm already? I wasn't quite done with the previous one."

[Kaede]

After a few more minuets of mumbling and giggling in her sleep, Emmilia slowly opens her eyes and stretches. Sitting up she looks around at her surroundings, and seeing her hammer she gets up and picks it up and ties it over her shoulder. Grabbing the rest of her stuff, she exits the room and looks for something to eat.

[Corenat Rovarnus]

Mistah Magyyk Man peers out the window to spot anything of interest.

[The Lord Kelvin]

Rho exits the room into a hallway, though corridor would be more apt to describe the area.
He notes that the room he was in is 519. At each end of the hallways, he finds a set of stairs.
Arbitrarily choosing the stairs on his right, he goes to the bottom floor and finds a lobby of sorts with some comfortable looking seats and a counter area staffed with a bored looking employee. The employee's costume matches that of the dwarves the group encountered before.
Asking the employee for "Kermit", the employee responds.
"Yup, that's me."

Waking up and moving to the window, the Magyyk Man stares at the scenery below him.
He watches the people scurry about in an orderly fashion like a colony of ants.
Wait, are those people? Those are ants aren't they?

Emmilia takes her belongings and exits to the narrow corridor.
Arbitrarily going to the right set of stairs she descends in hopes that this establishment has some sort of food service.
As Emmilia continues downwards she notices someone else descending the stairs who bears a striking resemblance to her (step) mother, Lady Tamira.

[Kaede]

She screeches to a halt as she sees the woman who looks like Her. She discretely looks her over to see if she dresses like her all the while the following lines keeps repeating through her head: This can't be happening. Am I still asleep? Why is she here? Is everyone else here? Should I hide?

[Corenat Rovarnus]

Mistah M opens the window and pokes his head out to make sure it's not some screen or illusion.

[The Lord Kelvin]

Emmilia stops descending the stairs and shifts her body so that she is able to examine the person in front of her from slightly varying angles in order to ascertain if she is who Emmilia thinks she is. From what she can see, the woman in front of her is the spitting image of Lady Tamira in her favorite dress and heels.
The woman in front of Emmilia stops and turns her head slightly, but not enough to face Emmilia.
"Why have you stopped."
There's no mistaking it. This voice belongs to her (step) mother.

The Mistah M opens the window and sticks his head out to look down.
Yup those are definitely, ants.
The ants continue scurrying about until one of them looks directly at Mistah M and rubs its antenae together.
Suddenly, the horde of ants all approach Mistah M's building and begin crawling up the wall.
As they grow closer, Mistah M is able to see that these ants aren't of normal size, and he estimates that they are the size of horses.

[Corenat Rovarnus]

"Kyaa! So many ants! You guys want to..." He glances behind him. "Well, we'll see how this goes."
The Man of Magyyk looks upward to see how tall the building goes, and how climbable the side is.