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

: [Sharp]: (to DM (just kidding)): "Are you saying that you think I am weak?!"
(Then, added stupidly because he is not paying attention very well): "Hey, Y'know,-saying '...' makes you sound serious an' "
Thorn: : "Sharp, you know not of what ye speak, he's the DM. Show a little respect, ?"
Sharp: ", . I will."

if all castes were magic-users than all castes wouldn't be very good at swordfighting relative to the other people here. You can't say your character came from the planet Krypton and is super compared to everybody else ya know

(Male Elf warrior Anole)
[Anole] enters forest and looks around*
*yells out* Hello!

Oh he has weaknesses alright, trust me. If you want I'll compile a list of them later...
Geez, . I'm not that dumb
(off-stage, some minor secondary person says): "Speak fer yourself!!!"

[Sharp]: "Hey wait up a sec. I..."
*The rest of his sentence is cut off by the loud clanging of the cauldron and the bag of guano& the salt-peter, as well as the sack of powdered-charcoal, being jostled about as he runs to catch up w/the others)*
"In fact...," *Starts mixing them to produce the potash,* "The first thing I'm gonna do to help," *adds in the powdered-charcoal* "...Is mix us all up some gunpowder, ?" *divies the new, resulting substance, 'Good ol' fashioned black-powder', evenly into bags*
"Want some? It just may come in handy, Y'never know."

[Anole] sees fellow adventuror* Hello, who are you two?

[Sharp]: "I...am Sharp,-Of-the-once-great-House-Of-Ecg. I am a mage,- who concentrates mainly upon, black . What do I do? I can conjure throwing knives and, , make big-rocks (seemingly, from outta no-wheres) fall down on stuff."

: The minor-secondary person was a 'running-gag.'
Sharp entered, traveling by himself...I think.

Oh.
Want to be a team and go kill stuff, make money, get glory and honor, get women, get overkill weapons, and small armies to defend your honor?

[Sharp]: "Of course I do..."
*Blade-mages honor*
: not really sure that that would mean much though. But he isn't fibbing if that's wha' ya mean.

[Sharp]: "Want some 'black-powder'? I made it par the instructions to an-old-ing-family recipe y'know."
*offers bag of gun-powder.*

[Sharp]: "Oh, an' thanks for yer help earlier,...(It be the most peculiar-est thing but...ah, yes-I have already related to you ny story)...What's yours, where dost thee hail from?"

[Anole]: the FireForest near a mountain range filled with volcanos, where Plant and Fire meet.

[Sharp]: "Hmm...I betcha they have some pretty interesting herbs growing over there..., I'm working on eventually setting up a little sort of Rx shop Y'know."

[Sharp]: "So, Wonder why it is that all those zombies are trying to burn this spot down...?"

[Anole] checks plants for useful herbs*
*finds some Herbs*

[Sharp]: *consults his pharmacoepia + on 'feudal remedies'*
"That, might 'splain it. Yer right."
*grabs some particular fungi, while on that particular subject*

[Sharp]: *Using some of the ingredients gathered, he makes a salve*
"This might come in handy later, no?"

[Anole] takes out a metal bar that looks like a crowbar and uses it to climb a tree, and drops some plants down for Sharp to inspect*

[Sharp]: ". Those're just the kinda things that these say you can make," *takes out cauldron,-those fungi from earlier are bubbling, "...A balm out of,-for in case someone gets burned." *adds the tree-plants*