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

...*ties up her bundle and follows Miko...*

*blushes gently*

Why, I am Princess of this beautiful kingdom; you can see my likeness in all the wonderful flowers and trees around you. And it's mine, Myst's and Pandora's job to keep it looking so. The instant thess etrees die, or the pond flows away, so my face becomes more haggard and my hair grows dry and brittle.

I presume this is okay? If not I shall have to invent a royal lineage.

Well I wanted to do a bit of the 'I knew someone in your linage' backstory. Don't worry I'll get my characters past to come out some other way (spot the obsessive roleplayer in the room)

btw you left in something of a hurry this morning - you were out by nine! Would it really have been that bad to see me before you left?

bloodyhell...give the girl a bit of space...Pandora - Leader
of the Church of The b.a.t.s

VIP, the grass is quiet high here. Would you like me to lie down and roll you a path?

Whats the difference between ooc and aside. And do they stack?

Well...they'er spelled differently

*The old man looks up, suprised by having a feeling that a whole conversation has gone on around him without him catching any of it. Presumably he was turned off to save power*
So these are your gardens? I have only been here a short while and already I have encountered things that I would never have guessed existed. I must take the time to explore it sometime, ah, with the ladys permission of course.

*this garden belongs to Apollo, the sun god*

*Titania is the gardener and the narrator*

*VIP is Honorary Princess of the Ethereal Elven Garden*

What does that make me???Wait! Don't answer that.

Oh there's everything to explore. I've been looking around for a cave of late...sometimes I feel the Earth move under my feet. I know there are caves and volcanos somewhere.

*Hmmm... Nature Nymph and Dedicated Follower of the Princess VIP?*

*Peers off to the east...*

There, to the east in the land of Mordor, lies Orodruin, the place where the One... Ring...

...

Sorry, got carried away. Anyways, there /is/ a plume of smoke to the east...

*Suprised by the previous silent mystrunner speaking up the old man spins round and his right hand drops to his hip - where his sword would be if he carried one. Quickly realising there is no immediate danger he resumes his former posture*
Hmm, I wonder who or what started that fire. Maybe we should go and take a look, if nothing else we might find a belledona sprig or two in that sort of area. My uncle told me to always carry some of that stuff, good for werewolf bites he told me. Not that I've ever seen a werewolf - but I've seen enough I can't be sure they *don't* exist. There was this one time just south of Knull...
*Rambling to himself the gentleman changes direction and starts walking towards the smoke, through the undergrowth*

...*Everyone follows...even the nature nymph...holding the back of VIP's skirt up from the ground....*

*Follows behind.*

Werewolves? Yea, they exist. Around here, well, who knows? I've met a few. Not all bad, you know.

*as in reply to Mystrunner's statement a howling is heard in the distance*

*the wanderers will notice that all the walking isn't taking them any closer to the source of the smoke*

*they realize that the source must be moving too, and in order to catch up with it they'll have to either increase their speed or give it up as a lost cause*

Our new friend here mentioned that he might have a horse, do you think he means this creature here?

*as the party stops, she carries on walking to her left, and stops to stroke the muzzle of a grey pony standing by a tall oak tree. The horse nuzzles her in return, sniffling at her sleeves and flicking it's tail.*

This lady seems to be happy to be with us.

*she rests her forehead against the horse's flank for a moment, before clicking her tongue and walking back to the party. The horse sees it's owner, and willingly follows, before stopping and calling over it's shoulder. Two more horses appear, one chestnut, the other the purest black, with a white mark in the centre of it's forehead. *

*the Princess laughs*

Looks like we have some friends here.

*chuckle*
Just when you think you might have seen everything, there always appears to be something that suprises me. We're still a horse short though - my pony can probably carry you as well, if m'lady cares to, this old warhorse is stronger than he looks.

I can simply run. I've prided myself on my speed... the Ogiers have problems keeping up.

*Myst smiles in a shady way, and loosens his cloak.*

I would be priveliged. It's been ages since I've ridden anywhere.

*curtsies*