h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

So, how would I identify a Welsh accent if I heard one? Can you give me an example of a famous person who has such an accent?

~Irving

Tom Jones. In fact, anyone with "Jones" at the end of their name may well be.
Watch the film "Zulu" - there are welsh accents in that. Welsh people tend to say "is it?" at the end of sentences a lot. (A stereotype, but it's true - my cousen Owen Lloyd does all the time.)

Is Anthony Hopkins Welsh?

*walks in from the forest, scanning the ground. Sees something. Stoops, picks it up, throws it down in disgust.*

Another wormy one. Are there no good ones?

Decides to head over to the other side of the woods.

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*steps out of Joanna's donut stall and across the dunes into the forest*

*Affy4 follows, sword out. He sniffs the air, and looks at every shadow*

It reeks of rat-ant and troll. They have been here not too long ago.

*follows, wrapped in a charcoal grey cloak, which blends well with the shadows*

You are right. I fear we must make haste, otherwise I should like to linger here, because the trees are beautiful...

*unsheaths her hunting knife*

Rat-ants? Forsooth, I hope they be ~our~ rat-ants. There did dwell a colony some distance from here, but it was eradicated, and only several eggs were spared.

As you can see, the path is clear, and the trees know me; Mark you, how they point out the direction at each fork of the trail. Yes, they are beautiful! It is all too rare to find old growth forest with a clear floor.

Beautiful tho they may be, trees are to be treated with a feerful respect. Many a tree has befriended me, while others have tried to do me in.

And even if the rat-ants be friendly, I doubt the trolls would be.

The trees here are content to show us our way as long as we don't trespass. The forest stretches from the beach to the river and is gradually taking over the surface of the crater under which the CLI mines are located. In earlier times we established a sort of permission to go into certain places -- there's a swimming and picnicking place with a meadow where one can fly kites and bask in the sun.

There was a path down to the river that passed by a rat-ant nest and down into marshes that I ~could~ go down, but I find the trail gloomy and a little frightening. I haven't been that way since I was searching for an absconded house plant. And another path heads upward to Mt. Sandeverest. That is still open, but I think there be monsters.

If I wanted to go anywhere else besides the Cafe, the Donut Stall or the CLI/Atelier complex, I would have to go into a lengthy communion with the trees.

*Lil finally stops talking and the group continues forward through shade with very occasional dapples of sunlight. It is winter, of course, but no snow penetrates to the floor. The trees along both sides of the path undulate very slightly as if to point the way*

As long as the trek to the Crater Rim takes us little time, we are safe. While the stench indicates the presence of monsters here recently, my sword has yet to glow, scarcely a glimmer since I left the company of Sir Kramer, Bass, Treble, NYC, Corrupt, Kudos, the Keymaker, and that one sinister fellow who looks remarkably similar to me.

Faer not the trees, they seem to like me.
It's everything else that scares me.

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*checks her dagger*

Black magic should suffice, but it's better to be safe...

*hearing Bluebottle's voice* Ah, well met, Bluebottle! Afgncaap4, may I introduce to you the eldritch fellow who created this forest and who probably knows more about its reaches than anyone else!

Bluebottle, prithee welcome Afgncaap4, a seeming manifestation of some aspect of the doughty adventurer we all know so well.

Here is the crossroad. That way (pointing left) goes to the old Aroma Café. That way (pointing forward) goes parallel to the town and then turns slightly as it goes into the lowlands. This way (pointing right) leads to CLI and the atelier, and there is also a fork that leads to Mt. Sandeverest.

I did not think we would meet any monsters. I come out here often and have never yet met anything from which I should flee.

*Affy4 looks in surprise at Lil. Her use of the terms "monsters" and "run away" don't seem to be mixing well in his mind*

*catches Affy4's expression* I am not always armed, except with my healthstone, when I walk through these woods. It can be difficult to balance a weapon with a hot tray of mbougatses for the café.

We go this way. *Turns toward CLI and the atelier*

*follows Lil, whilst keeping an eye on what's going on all around*

*Affy4 chuckles while following*

You would do well to learn to balance as many items as you possibly can. After all, the first rule of adventuring has been written thusly: "Take everything that isn't nailed down." Be it weaponry, a coil of rope, a bit of weaponry, a book of lore, a candle, a bowling trophy, or whatever food stuffs you can find, the ability to carry a ludicrous amount of items is, in deed, powerful. I once had to carry a coffin made entirely of gold, my lantern, my sword, a torch, and a magical scepter all at once. For some reason, the Implementors themselves commanded me to place those items within some cave where a cult had carved a temple for themselves. I'll never understand The Implementors....what would possess these minor deities to create what they create? A coconut? Who ever heard of a magical coconut? But, regardless, the Coconut Of Quendor shall, at some date, have a purpose. They told me thusly in my own time, and they reminded me when I was briefly transported to the year 966. They claimed that the coconut had just been used to store all of the knowledge and lore of magic before the age of magic ended. Though to wait that many centuries to use an artifact of that nature....why not just create it at the time it is needed? It could fall into the hands of a dark mage, or worse yet an Ur-Grue! Bah. Morons. Powerful, powerful morons....

*Affy4 notices his sword start to give off some dim light, but he's not really concerned about it. It might be moving in the other direction, after all, and it might just be an easily defeated carnivorous mouse. He continues to follow*