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

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We sshould presss eour 'friends' for ssome answerss, then, should we not?

:: Smiles in such a way that his fangs show and fiddles idly with inspecting his claws. ::

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[Ribald] Cool! It's been months since I've had a good interrogation ... this'll be fun.

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:: Stalks over to the tent where Lampwick was supposed to have finished the job of keeping the remainder of the Orcs at bay. ::

No time like the pressent...

:: He pulls aside the tent flap... ::

What in the name of the Meowaker...?!?

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[The tent is completely empty, except for a collapsed pile of swag, out of which Lampwick's legs are sticking ... near the top.]

[Ma Chao] This is why I don't have a henchman...
[Brunswick] What about me?
[Ma Chao] Well firstly you're a Golem, and second I decided not to use you!
[Brunswick] Oh yeah...
*Vanishes from existence with a "pop", while Ma Chao helps Lampwick.*

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:: Grabs Lampwick's other leg and grins mischeivously at Ma Chao. ::

Make a wish!

:: They heave Lampwick out of the debris, dust him off, and notice he's still carrying a TON of Stuff, almost as if the swag had become assimilated as part of his body. ::

By the One God, thiss Man-Thing should be heavierr than he feelss, with all that attached!

:: Scratches behind his ear in puzzlement. ::

Ai musst procurre on of these Henchmen for maiyselff.

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[Lampwick] Did someone get the number on that freight train?

[OoC]

It was an SD-7 deisel, designator #342, from the Illinois Central line.

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[Furr]

We need to help him clear hiss head. Dost one norrmally give a ssmall porrtion of alcohol to a Henchman to steady his nerrves?

:: Rummages amongst the detritous and finds a wineskin, uncorks it and sniffs peremptorily, then hands it to Lampwick. ::

It iss not a good Port, but then, it did not kill the Orcss to drink it...

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[Lampwick] [smelling it] Uwaaaa~! [jumps three feet]

[Eric] Umm, port. ~drinks~ Not the best I've ever tasted. Do you think somebody freed the orcs after ambushing lampwick?

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:: Eyes Lampwick with a modicum of suspicion. ::

Neow, Lampwick, what kind of knot did yeou usse when yeou securred the Orcss? And did yeou check to make surre it would not sslip?

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[Ma Chao] Hey! I just thought of something!
*Grabs Ribald by the throat so he can't make a sarcastic comment.*
[Ma Chao] If the Orcs were working for the Black Legion, then what if they told them we were here?
*The warband consider it for a moment, then dive for cover as a dosen armoured soldiers enter the camp.
They are dressed in black armour. Each warrior is at least 7ft tall. Three are carrying Halberds, two have Flails, and the last has a shield and a red, flaming sword. A small Daemon sits upon his shoulder, crackling with magical energy.*
[Ma Chao] What do we do? We can't fight them! They'd hammer us!


btw; I let go of Ribald when we dived for cover.

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:: Whispers... ::

Ai could dreaw enerrgy from the realm of maiy orrigin and call into being the effectss of Hyper Ice againsst these misscreants...

:: Prepares to do so... ::

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:: Still whispering... ::

All Ai need from the group iss ssome prrotection while Ai perrform the incantation...

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[Ma Chao] Why am I doing this...
*Ma Chao leaps into the air, landing in the middle of the Knights.*
[Ma Chao] Aero!
*A shockwave of wind blasts out in every direction, knocking over the Knights. Ma Chao leaps again before they can recover, moving to a safe distance.*
[Ma Chao] Hey uglies! Care to fight with a superior warrior?

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:: Rises to his full stature, his left arm aloft, his right paw outstretched, aiming at the jumble of warriors Ma Chao had bowled over. ::

Darrkness from the bottom of the deepesst well,
Coldness from rregions blanketed by white,
Blasst of wind to hinderr their ssight,
Aice forrms now on eour enemiess fell!

:: The sky grows dim and lowers, the trees sway and howl in a sudden gale and fling leaves and twigs into a chaotic swirl around the Legion, there's a momentary white flash in their midst and splintering sound, and the Orcs are encased in thick sheets of ice, immobilized in the same positions they'd fallen. ::

Perrhaps we sshould now begin eour travelss in earrnest, beforre these cretinss theaw eout...

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[Ma Chao] Not yet... Haste!
*Ma Chao leaps with blinding speed. He disappears from view, only to re-appear a moment later, moving like a meteor... WHAM!! He slams into the ice, annihilating the frozen warriors in a shower of icy chunks. Ma Chao smiles.*
[Ma Chao] /now/ we go!

[Eric]~runs ahead, checking the ground for the legions trail~ Hey they came from the direction of the city

[Lampwick] [following after Ribald, who is following] Well, duh, they were supposedly working for the Black Legion.

[Ribald] Hey, Lampwick, you still got that Magicite from the last adventure?

[Lampwick] [produces a grey-green crystal from the pile of swag on his back] Uh, yeah, here it is.

[He hands it to Ribald, who takes it and pockets it.]

[Ribald] Never know when I may want to summon Leviathan ...

[Lampwick] What, thinking ahead this time?

[Ribald] Hey, shut up!

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Arre we forr Correllia, then? Perrhaps there Ai can find a Henchman of ssuch quality and courrage...

:: Turns a side-long glance at Lampwick, then yowls in a very feline way, leaving the interpretation ambiguous. ::

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