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

sorry lady, but I'ver been curse resistant for years, due to some of my higher level magical experimentation...I can handle maps & runes, but I'm really not so sure about robbing those dragons. I've spent some time at thier wedding, and they seem nice enough, I don't think they desereve that sort of thing. So what's this forest girl want us to do? I'm itching for an interesting quest sooner or later...

[Lady of Shalott]

Ay? What ancient curse? You seem to me to be a person who lacks adequate deep down, root to tip conditioning. You'll get nowhere with odd threats like that. Why don't you try asking nicely? You'll find people are much more responsive.

(Sir Knight)

*yawn

Good morning::
is it that time already?

*yawn

Ah ha!!! Our navigator and purveyor of all things inteligent, we might just be saved

*yawn

There is definatly something in this place, that upsets the flow of time..

(Sir Knight)

*yawn

Good morning::
is it that time already?

*yawn

Ah ha!!! Our navigator and purveyor of all things inteligent, we might just be saved

*yawn

There is definatly something in this place, that upsets the flow of time..

(Lady of the woods)

I do not threaten you, lady. Merly help.
I only warn of the curse, and offer relief. If you are capable of that on your own, so much the better.
I know a place however, in need of help. I am looking for adventurers to help me there. I had thought perhaps to offer you something in return, but as you are capable of lifting the curse yourselves, perhaps something else is in order.
Can you aide me? If you can, I will return...

*Voice fades out as the lady dissapears in a sunbeam*

right then...why didn't she tell us the quest before she faded... yeesh..

(Sir Goodknight?)

*yawn

Goodmorning all

Who, what, when, how?

*wibble

[Lady of Shalott]

Was that a wooden lady disappearing or the effects of the hash-? It's so hard to tell anymore. Either way, I'm intrigued. I wonder what help she needs. I wonder if they'll be treasure and expensive hair care.

(sir knight)

Probably the hash- but, if she has treasure and expensive hair-care it could be of use, our adventure has seemed to have developed into a lull the past few months, probably also the hash- as well

(Percy)
don't tell me we miht actually go and do something! about time!

[Lady of Shalott]

Percy! Smoke on this. *sticks -joint in Percy's mouth*

Just what I need, a horse that talks back.

OK, I think we're all agreed then, well those of us with 2 legs and 2 arms each, we see if the wooden lady has a suitabley exciting and rewarding adventure for us to participate in.

(Sir knifed)

Sound like a good idea to me, but why is Percy doing that?

*points to where Percy is rolling on his back on the grass/floor

[Lady of Shalott]

Trust us to get lumbered with a horse like that.

Hey! Percy! I have 2 words for you... DOG MEAT

(percyy)
*gets up
*runs off

*disappears at a point mid-way at the stream, leving no trace...

(presilla)


(Sir Knight of RM and GHC)

The sooner we are out of this enchanted place the better!
Wonder where Percy went? He was a good trusty hourse despite his short commings.

(pressilla)
oh, if only Elvis was here

[L of S]

That's just typical of Percy. He misbehaves, can't take criticism and vanishes in a huff. Tsk, horses aren't what they used to be.

Elvis? What type of horse is he?

(pressulla)

Elvis was, no, is the King

(Sir Knight)

Did pressulla smoke any hash- as well, she is talking rubbish...

I feel again, but we only jsut got up, strange, very

[LOS]

very I too am very

Ah *realisation dawns* I understand Priscilla now. 'Elvis' is the Pict form of 'Arthur', and Arthur is of course the King. I believe that Priscilla is longing to go to Camelot. She has ideas of grandeur, obviously.

(SiR KnIgHt)

*wibble

eh?
If I go mad now will it help save you all trubble in the long-term?

*wibble

*begins rolling on grass towards stream...

[LOS]

What's the matter? You look like you've got an itch you can't scratch.

If you go mad it would cause no end of trouble. The nearest asylum is 5 days ride from here and nowhere near a good hairdressers. There's nothing wrong with your head that a decent cut and blow dry couldn't sort out.

(SK)


*p
ulls himself together

I feel better now -joint!!

[LOS]

Thank goodness you've recovered. If you'd rolled on that grass much longer you would have really messed your hair up. Come here, you've got some grass in it.