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

[Yar] Yeah.

[N'kai] I don't know why I stay here... The Quest I'm with has been a no-go for longer than I care to recall, and no-one's offering me new employment!

N'kai's nowhere near Galyana...

[N'kai] I'm heading back to Evadia, they guarentee employment for mercenaries of my calibre...

[Yar] G'bye.

[Lylax] I'll stick around. I'm not here for money.

[Yar] Go ahead.

[Ghastly Madman] Well, what about me?? I haven't been mentioned in pages, and I'm supposedly the looney who's taking down names and giving you all quests! And look: every single quest I've handed out fell apart! Kids these days ... I don't get no bloody respect!

[Lylax] Really? Do tell us all your sad story... In Elven, preferably.

Yes please
at the ready

*Sets up the traditional camp fire, and finds a couple of wolves to howl at the moon.*
[Lylax] Okay, all set!

Ready?

[Ghastly Madman] ... What??

[Lylax] We want to hear your story!

[B4]...(lies supine on the ground just at the edge of the campfire with a mousetrap in front of his mouth)

We're all waiting with baited breath...

B4

Great pun

[Ghastly Madman] I was just ranting, I wasn't going to tell you a bloody story! I'm not HERE to tell you stories, I'm here to give you your characters and quests!

[Yar] Well since we're all questing, shut up.

[Ghastly Madman] Bah.

I`m listening

*Lylax pulls out his bow, and starts absent mindedly aiming at things. There's an arrow ready to fire.*
[Lylax] Don't mind me... please, continue.

[OoC][Continuity][Late Arrival]

The lumpy sort of person formerly referred to as 'B4', found suddenly lounging by the fire, can actually become a character player if allowed.

Name: Ph*rrr Prrr’fffkt

Description: A rather large Feline Hominid, male of the species Cataceous Purrjorative. Predominantly black fur with an inexplicable silver diamond-shaped patch of fur on the chest. Eyes a luminous steely blue in hue; face rimmed with a moderate tuft of silky silver mane. Paws, or hands, or something in-between that are dexterous enough to manipulate most implements made by the Man-things, yet having the claws (velveted) like its near kindred. Yes, there’s a tail that swishes about, or wraps around his loins, and sometimes gets caught in things during moments of wild melee. Smiles a lot; it’s a big toothy grin.

Age: Indeterminate, though WELL past being a mewling kitten.

Wearing: A few items suitable for combat slung upon his form with leather bindings. There’s an ornate dagger, an impossibly thin strong rope, and what appears to be a metal disc stamped with curious marking and having a glinting edge. Carrying a smallish leather pack stuffed with any number of useful (for a feline) items. Boots similar to buckskin moccasins that reach to mid-calf. A leather wristguard covers each forearm.

Characteristics: Agile and loves to bound on all fours when the terrain permits, feeling the wind whip through his mane. Good at climbing many non-metallic structures (particular favorite is trees, though a bit hesitant to come back down). Must constantly be aware of where his tail is, so as not to get it stepped on, caught in closing doors, or hacked off by inconsiderate weapon-wielding creatures. Prefers milk; dislikes water.

[/OoC][/Continuity][/Late Arrival]

B4its2late

[Ghastly Madman] Come up with a more pronounceable name and I'll put your race down as "Esper." You /did/ look at the list of races, didn't you?

COuld be handy

[Lylax] Like Nara-Felixia? *Turns to the Ghastly Madman.* That's "Cat" in your more primative tongue...