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eswareinmal2012-12-18 02:13 am
goldeneyeball) wrote in eswareinmal2012-12-18 02:13 am
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[Log] Eye of Newt and Tongue of Balrog
Characters: JW and viewers like you!
Open? Yes!
Where: Around the marketplace in town.
When: GHB 12
What: JW is rebuilding his 'junk for spells' pantry after being gone for so long and could do with a good bothering.
"Put that out if yer gonna be shoppin' me spices, ye great twiggy elk!" The spice vendor fanned her apron to blow away the skunky smoke trailing from JW's homemade 'cigarette'. For once he wasn't actually trying to be a jerk. He'd simply spaced out and forgotten where he was standing.
"Yeah...yeah, sorry." James waved his hand and the haze he'd been puffing out was suddenly encased in so many bubbles that floated harmlessly away. They continued to trail from the lit end of his smoke as he pointed out what spices he wanted, paid, and then wandered off.
Something was troubling James the Great and Terrible.
That something was the enormous cloud hanging overhead. He'd asked around and once he found out that giants were involved, a shudder had run up his spine. What if there was a lady giant looking for her compact mirror? He still had the old thing stashed away in his hut. He could always try and play the hero and return it--for a reward perhaps! But who knew how reasonable giants were?
Or if they were reasonable at all?
He'd never seen one.
JW shifted the pack on his shoulder. It jangled, full of glass vials and tins of things better left to the imagination. It was growing heavy and he would have to return home soon. His back was troubling him again.
As he passed the well, he paused to stare at it. The smoke-filled bubbles collected above him as he pondered hard on the town's water supply. Maybe it was the reason everyone was so stupid. And maybe it could be the perfect way to get back at the townsfolk for crying 'demon' every time they spied his horns.
BI HMM.
Open? Yes!
Where: Around the marketplace in town.
When: GHB 12
What: JW is rebuilding his 'junk for spells' pantry after being gone for so long and could do with a good bothering.
"Put that out if yer gonna be shoppin' me spices, ye great twiggy elk!" The spice vendor fanned her apron to blow away the skunky smoke trailing from JW's homemade 'cigarette'. For once he wasn't actually trying to be a jerk. He'd simply spaced out and forgotten where he was standing.
"Yeah...yeah, sorry." James waved his hand and the haze he'd been puffing out was suddenly encased in so many bubbles that floated harmlessly away. They continued to trail from the lit end of his smoke as he pointed out what spices he wanted, paid, and then wandered off.
Something was troubling James the Great and Terrible.
That something was the enormous cloud hanging overhead. He'd asked around and once he found out that giants were involved, a shudder had run up his spine. What if there was a lady giant looking for her compact mirror? He still had the old thing stashed away in his hut. He could always try and play the hero and return it--for a reward perhaps! But who knew how reasonable giants were?
Or if they were reasonable at all?
He'd never seen one.
JW shifted the pack on his shoulder. It jangled, full of glass vials and tins of things better left to the imagination. It was growing heavy and he would have to return home soon. His back was troubling him again.
As he passed the well, he paused to stare at it. The smoke-filled bubbles collected above him as he pondered hard on the town's water supply. Maybe it was the reason everyone was so stupid. And maybe it could be the perfect way to get back at the townsfolk for crying 'demon' every time they spied his horns.
BI HMM.