Classic AD&D - GM- Cindy

[Daroob]

Sorry I have been away too long, I have been somewhat distracted, it shall not become a habit.

A Couple of questions:

1 What does PM mean, and how is it done? (Sorry, new to the forum thing.)

2 You said the introduction page should be added to? Do you mean my initial description, or do you mean that I should add detail to my character's past as I go?

 

[Daroob]

Daroob's first thought upon noticing the fishermen was food. Of course, many if not most of Daroob's thoughts involved food. On this occasion however, his desire for a good meal was particularly pronounced as days of shipboard fare had left him both hungry and in need of some food with flavor!

Seeing an old blind man at the docks, Daroob thought to ask the townsman if there was a place nearby that offered interesting vitles. A moments consideration of his monetary situation caused him to pause though. Anyone looking at the proud hobgoblin would have assumed him to be wealthy. A fine silk surcoat with a dazzling if garish rainbow pattern covered a very fine and light chainmail hauberk. A saber and a dagger hung at his side, also of exceptional quality. Sadly, his apparent wealth concealed a less affluent reality. Looking into his purse, the wretched state of his finances stared back at him. Two pieces of gold, a few silver...

What a miserable place to be marooned by poverty, Daroob thought to himself. Looking around, it occurred to him that even if he hadn't been warned by others on the ship that Zar had recently been occupied, it wouldn't have been too difficult to tell. The townspeople had that holy shit look that peasants everywhere seem to get when you burn half their village down. It tends to take some of the fun out of doing so, unfortunately. This, coupled with the fact that many of the buildings near the wharf were under repair as a result of the battle, left little doubt that the town had seen brighter days.

Great, thought Daroob to himself. I run out of travel money and get stranded in a town that has been ransacked. I'm sure making a gold piece in this place will be next to impossible...

His appetite somewhat dampened by this stark reality, Daroob approached the old blind man for information.

"Your pardon I am begging, ancient one," Daroob began, " I am being new to your town, yes? I would like to know if there is somewhere near where there is good food to be having, and if it is not to much to ask being, who rules this place?" Daroob grimaced inwardly at his unusual syntax and accent. It was always more erratic and pronounced when he was nervous, as his current prospect were making him. The nice thing about talking to blind humes was that they didn't react immediately to his race, but his accent and grammar would immediately place him as foreign or worse...

 

[little_golden]

Answers... with a smile.....

1 What does PM mean, and how is it done? (Sorry, new to the forum thing.)

A-You send an private mail using the "private message" service within Literorica. If you see my last post on the bottom at the right you just click it (PM button) and it sets it up. Try it with me as a test.

2 You said the introduction page should be added to? Do you mean my initial description, or do you mean that I should add detail to my character's past as I go?

A-Both. Add in as much detail as you can. As the thread develops your personality etc... may change. Of course I don't want super characters since that is boring but yes make your characters come alive.

Smiles

Cindy

 

[little_golden]

The old blind man sat and looked out at the water. He couldn't see a thing but he could remember the white caps and could hear the crashing of the waves.

The blind man listened, as the foreigner spoke:
"Your pardon I am begging, ancient one, I am being new to your town, yes? I would like to know if there is somewhere near where there is good food to be having, and if it is not to much to ask being, who rules this place?"

The blind man was taken aback. The common tongue he heard had been thickly accented and he sensed the man was very foreign. His keen sense of hearing allowed him to understand the male voice.

He thought the foreigner a bit daft, but resisted the urge to tell him so.

"Huh yes, there are lots of taverns on the way into town. The food is shit these days since most of the best has been carted away by the victors" he explained.

"But there are still crumbs enough for all. Or for the very rich the best food can be bought at the highest prices."

"But if you be a gambler ... Well there is always a game in town at the Oasis Tavern......"

The blind man lifted a tin cup......

"Head down the dock... then walk a ways into the city and you'll cross the open market too....."

 

[Maka]

Alea shrugged sadly.

"If that is the way you would have it".

She put a hand over the sheath of her sword, and then tugged at the hilt. The silvered blade sang from the scabbard so quickly into her hands it seemed there was no intervening moment between the intention and the draw.

She faced them.

" Please go away. I have no wish to kill anyone. Even such as you", she added, wrinkling her nose.

 

[little_golden]

The battle begins.....

The young woman seemed to speak with such confidence that it was somewhat alarming to the five. She was a whisper of a woman and more like a girl in their minds. But was indeed a tempting treat to men such as they.

"If that is the way you would have it" she had told them.

They watched in surprise as they easy quarry pulled out a fine blade from scabbard that had been hidden by her flowing garment.

"So our girl wants to be a man!" they laughed.

"We'll teach her about her womanhood!" boasted a second brigand.


They started to circle around her like a pack of wolves about to devour a lamb. She stood ready.

The young woman spoke again:
Please go away. I have no wish to kill anyone. Even such as you".

Two men rushed forward in a frontal attack, slashing and parring at her sword.

"We'll see wench!" they screamed at her.
"Tonight we'll have you begging for more!" they taunted.

As the frontal attack unfolded, the men behind her moved closer to distract and engage her too. One of the men behind her was attempting to club her with the hilt of his sword....

 

[Maka]

The paradoxes of defence ran through Alea's mind. She had become so accustomed to old Blane chanting them out while she went through the motions of swordplay that they had simply become an unquestioned part of it all; as meaningless through repetition as any bit of conveniently long doggerel to space the strokes out with.

A lifetime of training equals a single moment of perfection

Her blade caught the leader's in a full-on parry and then took his partner in the chest on the backswing, cutting into the leather and hitting the flesh with a dull thunk. Alea's concentration was absolute; a hair more force to the stroke and her blade would have been lost in the bone. As it was she swiftly drew it out again in a spray of blood.

Only the greatest of masters can equal the intuitive skill of the novice

She spun and took the man behind her's club on the shoulder rather than the head. It hurt more than she'd been ready for; she'd gotten too used to fighting in armour. Gritting her teeth, she plucked her sword upwards and thrust it quickly in and out of the man's midriff. But now her shoulder had been bruised, and her reactions and aim would be just that little bit more skewed, making her less than perfect in battle. She was not a goddess any more but merely a fallible mortal.

There is divinity in a perfect blow

And then another thought, unbidden.

Coran, Lord of Dreams aid me now, for I am beset by men of blood.

Her sword cut the dark air, the strange wave pattern on it glimmering in the moonlight, and descended on one of her attackers' upturned faces, cleaving his nose open. Alea moved among them with the grace of a dancer, and her face, intent and unworried, was the face of an angel in the pure, silver light.

 

[Daroob]

"You are having my thanks, ancient one," Daroob answered the old man. The hobgoblin followed the old man?s gaze out to sea, wondering briefly what it was he was ?seeing?. The old man?s words troubled the goblin. In a place like this, even the crumbs to which the human referred would carry a hefty price tag. The prospect of eating still more tasteless garbage was distinctly unappealing. For a moment he almost regretted his less than friendly separation from his previous traveling companions. They had gotten on each other?s nerves, but they had always had money. Daroob?s plan of ?going wherever the wind might take him? had seemed romantic at the time, but had left him stranded in this dump.

The oldster had mentioned a market. Daroob had nothing to sell but the service of his sword, which would almost certainly mean working for the occupying army. As he didn?t know the politics of the area, and didn?t really want to get bogged down in some dead end soldier?s job, seeking work from them lacked a certain appeal. The old man had mentioned gambling... That had always seemed to be a bit stupid to Daroob, a good way to get nothing for something. Still, as he had nothing, perhaps he would check it out. Perhaps he could fight for money, or play some game of skill where his remarkable agility might aid his chances...

Daroob reached into his pouch and selected a silver piece. He squatted down beside the man, following his gaze once more. Before pressing the coin into the old man?s hand he asked, "For what are you looking, old one?"

 

[little_golden]

The five brigands were caught offguard by the swordmanship of the young woman. There was a great ringing of steel on steel as two blades momentarily collided. The man rushing her from behind sank to his knews as she buried her blade into his chest on a backswing. Blood splurted out spilling onto the ground.

The brigand who was attempting to club her, his blow had been to her shoulder, and it's force had been full. For his efforts, he was now reeling backwards clutching his stomache as he tried to hold in his entrails.

The woman had mobed adeptly in a warrior's pattern that had been successful on the men. Her slicing of a man's face, left him screaming and running backwards in equal parts shock and pain.

Seeing the young woman re-engaging the leader for a better match and testing of steel, the fifth brigand dove for the woman's feet from behind. His bulky mass sent the woman toppling forward. As she fell forward, the leader took the opportunity to smash her on the top of her pretty head with the flat edge of her sword rendering her dazed and motionless.

Two of the brigands lay dead in the alleyway mortally wounded. The man with the sliced face had run off in shock. But the leader and his last apprentice took great delight in their capture.

"A wild one" spoke the leader as he rolled the woman onto her back.

"Too small a woman for the fields master....maybe a brothel owner would buy her?" the younger apprentice suggested.

"First bind her hands and then her feet. Then search her thoroughly. She can't hide much in that garment. We can sell the sword easily enough. Each of us will have a go at her when we get her back to the camp" explained the leader.

They dragged her several paces before carrying her each with one arm under her shoulder to keep her on her feet.

After a short walk, they found their mounts and tied her face down on the horse and headed towards the slums........

(OCC please write about what you had on you that the men might steal.)

 

[Morgoth]

Hi! I was wondering if I could join in. I'm afraid I don't know 2nd Edition, however. Also, I was wondering if I could play a more evil character. Say, lawful evil.

 

[poohlive]

Onnwall gave out a bit of a hoot when he had finally revealed the contents of the purse. Money money money. Enough for a week of fine food and even finer entertainment.
And an amulet?
He glanced at it. It didn't look like much, but it seemed to be a nice piece of jewelry for what it was worth.
White gold? Hmmm, indeed.
He began to pin it to his outfit, but before he could put it on he stopped. People had died because of doing something foolish like this. For all he knew it could be cursed.
With great care he looked at the inscription, but couldn't make out what it said.
No clue.
Who would know about languages, and curses? Certainly a wizard, but he didn't know where any wizard dwelled in this realm. They were here, but none of them were public much.
A cleric, or a druid, some sort of religious person. They looked at language and curses and magic all the time. They would know.
He glanced at the part of town he was in now.
"Temple of the red moon?" It was the closest one that he knew about. With a new skip in his step, and his money purse now much much heavier, he walked over to the temple.
The amulet glinting in his hand, still unworn.

 

[Daroob]

After concluding his conversation with the old man, Daroob made his way cautiously toward the market. He drew his cloak about himself despite the heat. His rainbow checkered surcoat was really neat, but drew a lot of attention. From the stares he was already getting, he figured he didn't need any more.

Actually, Daroob noted, the humes in this town didn't seem as eager to gawk at him as he was accustomed to them doing. They tended to avoid eye contact and scurry about their business. It was a pity really, he was kind of eager for a tussle, the rush would distract him from his other worries. Of course, it was his fondness for a good fight that had gotten him into this mess in the first place...

In addition to terrified and morose townspeople, Daroob also saw a few of the invaders. They were busy doing what occupying soldiers generally keep busy doing; harassing townspeople, standing around in groups leering at passers-by, and generally reminding everyone whose ass has just been kicked. A few groups of them had taken an interest in him, but had said nothing. They certainly didn't look away in fear, and Daroob began to worry. He liked a fight as much as, well more really than the next humanoid, but even he didn't feel up to taking on an entire army. He was sure someone would be told about his arrival, and that they might see him as trouble. Perhaps he should see if there was a magistrate or something for him to speak to.

The marketplace wasn't as busy as Daroob had expected. Port Zar was supposed to be a fairly major commercial center. He supposed the conquerors hadn't gotten it quite up and running yet. Now that he thought about it, for someplace that had just been sacked, there seemed to be quite a bit of goods moving about. Perhaps the stuff had come in off of the ships that still made their way into port.

The traders were selling everything from bulk drygoods like canvas and nails, to the esoteric, like ointments and 'medicines.' He had never had much truck with snake oil merchants. A good meal will cure pretty much anything, particularly if their are spiced pickled frogs involved...

Pickled frogs would be pretty hard to come by in a place like this, Daroob thought. To dry, and to hot. He threw his cloak and caution back, it was simply too hot. He missed the bogs of his homeland. He did catch sight of some food stalls, and made his way over to them.

The old seaman hadn't been kidding when he said crumbs. There wasn't fuck-all else to be had. He eventually bought half a loaf of fossilized bread and a bag of decidedly mediocre wine, and paid more for it than his purse could really bear. This place would bankrupt him before long. The squinty eyed and haggard merchant from whom Daroob had made these purchases hadn't stared at his green hobish features too much, or cheated him any more than he had expected, so Daroob hazarded a conversational sally with him.

"So, how is business being, yes?" he asked, looking around the way he had come to make sure that no one had followed him.

The merchant snorted in contempt, of him, business, or the world, Daroob couldn't be sure. After a brief moments reflection, he elaborated, "Don't know what those gods be damned soldiers want with us. If the Kingdom of Chilven wanted us dead, they bloody well could have put us to the sword quick-like, and not bothered with this damned starving us out crap." The shop keeper gave Daroob a steely glare, "If some food isn't brought in soon, there will be trouble, mark my words. We might have had our teeth kicked in, but if it comes down to starving, we'll take a couple of those pukes with us," he said, indicating a group of the invader's men-at-arms with a jerk of his head. He gave Daroob cursory examination, and asked, "So what is one of your people doin' round about here? Don't see much o' your kind, understand you live further north. You picked a hell of a time to come sight seeing," he finished with a harsh laugh, looking away.

Daroob could tell that, in spite of his gruff demeanor, this merchant was deeply shamed by what had happened to his town. Daroob wondered why it had been attacked. Perhaps it had had it coming, God knows most places did, for some thing or other. "Port Zar had not been my destination being," Daroob said cautiously, noting a group of soldiers that might have been following him, "but I am stuck here for now, it is seeming." He bounced his money bag, indicating its relative emptiness. He kept his eye on the soldiers, who seemed to be walking rather furtively. It might just be his imagination, but they seemed to be avoiding looking in his direction... "Listen, can you tell me where I might the Oasis Tavern be finding?"

 

[little_golden]

Onnwall was blessed or cursed the moment the amulet was worn. The inscription was very old and the magic very strong. As soon as the amulet was worn, being a male, he was magically bless with an additional six inches to his penis and inch to its diameter. Looking down at his "appendage" some might have thought it was a third leg or a penis fit for a horse! With this huge monster now struggling under his clothes, he had extreme urges to be satisfied and wrestles with the demon within himself to satisfy his needs. A second feature manifests itself as a small tail emerges from his rear end. The tail is small and hidden but it acts as a distraction to Onnwall.

No one on the street realized the change on Onnwall. After all it was hidden to all. In the distance, he could see two men leaving on horseback with a third horse trailing behind them.

As he walked to the temple, he passed a closed shop where several animals were penned in...

 

[little_golden]

The merchant was decidely talkative with the strange hobgoblin:

"Yes, I can tell ya. But you don't want to go there. It's a rough enough place with too much of everything - wine, women and gambling!"

"Many a man went there to test his luck and came back with no gold and only broken noses to show for it. You best be ready for a fight if ya go there... ya know" the merchant explained.

"I don't want to know your business there. But I'll warn ya, those soldiers you see about have been cracking down everywhere in their search for that kidnapped lady from Chilven. Had the bastards found her here, I think they might have slaughtered everyone....."

"I give some advice, get back on your ship and go home...."

He looked at the hobgoblin with squinted eyes.

"I see your draft and thick skinned, much like myself, and my father before me. It's just another three stalls down, head down the alleyway till you see a entrance with a green door. All the locals just wander in... but be careful... and don't tell them I warned you or they'll probably slit my throat in the night!"

 

[little_golden]

The two men rode the young beautiful woman (Maka) to a camp on the outskirts of the city. There wasn't much there apart from some scraggly looking huts and several penned animals.

After searching the young woman they tore off her garment to better assess her assets and selling price.

"Yes... young enough... pretty enough... good teeth ... and a wild one" spoke the older man.

"But where do we sell her" asked the younger.

"We're not bring her back to the city... If she has friends... We'd suffer for the folly of her capture. Unless we put on her a mask!" spoke the older man.

The idea was brilliant. They's buy a mask and lock it over the woman's beautiful face. No one would then recognize her and they could move her about the city until a buyer could be found.

The older man poured a bucket of water on the woman's face to revive her.

"Wake up wench!" he screamed at her.

"Who were you girl? Where did come from? Where did you steal such a fine sword and who was your master?" the older man grilled her.

"I saw how ya used it. It must be magical right? If you tell me the secret I'll let you go......." he told her but the lie was obvious to Maka.

After the questions had been answered the prisoner was tied to a tree and the old man slept by the fire leaving the younger man to watch the beautiful young paladin woman....... He kept his eyes on her not for fear that she would escape but rather because he found her so lovely.....

 

[little_golden]

Hi Morgoth,

Your mailbox is full. AD&D is just the very broad framework we are using. I'd be happy to have you join a thread that I would GM. For this one, I'd like to limit it to 3 posters and there is a 4th who has applied.

However, if you get two more players, I will run an sceneario where evil players can take delight on a good kingdom.....

You can loot, burn, pillage, rape and murder.....

(To get it all out of your system...LOL)

This thread is more a group of do-gooders who will meet, work together, and maybe or maybe not accomplish a goal and learn about themselves along the way......

Smiles

Cindy

 

[Daroob]

Daroob made his way through the thin crowds. The shopkeepers directions were easy enough to follow. Having lost track of the soldiers that he had suspected of following, they quickly faded from his mind. The thought of the seedy den toward which he was proceeding was much more interesting, and while he was a talented fighter, the flighty arrogance and naiveté of adolescence sometimes interfered with his better instincts.

The tavern was on the outskirts of the market district. The powerful smell of inadequate sanitation made it clear that this part of town had been shabby even before the invasion. The added scents of charred wood and rotting corpses suggested that the invasion hadn't done it any favors. Daroob had heard that plagues sometimes erupted from these sorts of places following a war, and he found himself nervous in spite of his ostensibly superior hobish constitution.

The tavern itself didn't impress much, and was clearly not intended to. Its faded sign, scarred door, and dust caked windows had "strangers unwelcome" written all over them. Excited rather than repelled by these indications of possible danger, Daroob made for the door. His loaf of nearly inedible bread hung like a rock in the flimsy burlap sack the vendor had put it in. Its weight was a weird sort of comfort, as it left him sort of armed without appearing so. As he neared the door, he drew his cloak about himself some more, hoping to conceal as many indicators of his previous wealth as he was able.

 

[Maka]

A prayer to Coran was running through her head. Alea was panicking now. Everything was going wrong. Her eyes were wide with the beginnings of fear, but she swallowed the tension, and turned, as much as the bonds would allow her, to the one remaining guard.

"Why do you do these things?", she asked softly. Coran's faith taught that inside every soul, no matter how dark, there was a small flame of goodness.

 

[poohlive]

A furrow came over his brow. He stopped in the middle of the street, holding his knees close together. From a distance it might have looked like a child having to go to the bathroom really bad, but holding it. It wasn't the bathroom he was holding though.
"Good God. I knew it, I knew it."
He forced himself to keep a straight eye on things, and move on towards the church in the small distance.
"Come on, ignore it. We'll get this overwith and taken care of in just a few minutes. They are a church, they have to know how to take care of curses."
He wasn't sure if that logic was correct or not, but it got his feet moving. Slowly but surely he made his way towards the place.
"Hello!" He called, stiffening out the back of his pants. Out popped a tail which began to twitch in a matter that both annoyed and strangely satisfied him.
"Hello!! Is anyone here?"

 

[little_golden]

The hobgoblin was a strange sight indeed for the local population. In dire times one didn't trust a stranger easily, especially someone different than themselves. This one was armed and ready for a conflict. Was he a spy?

The men of the tavern with a rough motly collection of mostly men. Several serving wenches worked the floor serving grog, ale and fine spirits to the patrons. The women had the look of those that would not remember faces and names. They were quiet, unobtrusive and wary of the men their served.

The tables were bent and uneven. The chairs a mixture of homemade types where no two chairs were alike. A bartender stood behind a long counter giving the wenches the drinks and food for their customers. He wore a patch over his left hand and his hand seemed always close to a light-crossbow that hung on his side. His face had a permanent sneer.

At the far end of the tavern a burly man stood in front of a doorway. Behind him there was much yelling and shouting.... This big burly human was armed with a halberd and very obviously keeping the uninvited away......

 

[little_golden]

The young apprentice continued to watch the woman as she stood tied to the tree. Under the moonlight while his master slept he admired her youth and beauty.

He was pleased that the woman had spoken to him:
"Why do you do these things?"

"Well wench.. We're just poor folk... You're a source of income... Travel money.... We're going bounty hunting you see... But we need some seed money for the voyage..... We sell you and ... well we'll have money for some new weapons, armor and for the ship passage...." the apprentice spoke softly not wanting to wake his master.

"Where did you learn that fancy sword stuff?" he asked her in earnest.

"The master would have killed you had you not been so beautiful and such a highly valued commodity...." he went on.

"But more for two than five...." the appentice went on with his small talk.

"This here sword is a fine blade..... Where did you buy it? We're betting we can hawk it for a good price too" he suggested innocently enough.

"Well... you'll need the beauty sleep... another morning and we'll have the slavers arrive or surely some travelers wanting a hot wench to keep out the night cold" the apprentice winked at her.

 

[little_golden]

The temple in the Port City was dedicated to the gods of the sea and a huge man-like figure held a trident in one hand and a fishing net in the other. The statue looked partly human and partly god. But apart from the statue, the rest of the temple had been clearly pillage and its own opulence removed. Unlike the Temple of the Red Moon in the capital.

As he moved towards the temple, various women smiled at him appreciatively..... One more boldly than the other stared towards his crotch. The bulk was clearly visible beneath his garment.

The rogue entered the temple easy enough.... His shout of
"Hello! Hello!! Is anyone here?" was quickly answered.

"I am here stranger" replied a woman's voice. She was dressed in a flowing green robe. Her head was shaved but clearly she was more of an older woman with an experienced warm face.

"Most of the priests and servants have been carried off" she replied bitterly.

"Our fine temple has been ravaged.... But I curse them... The sea gods will have their revenge she swore.

"Why are you here stranger? An offering to the gods?" she spoke seriously.

 

[little_golden]

OCC

The board was down for part of the weekend so I'm a little behind. My apologies for the delay. Please don't be shy to lenthen your posts and to self describe the places you are visiting and the people you meet. I'll add in the tidbits for key information on where to go, what is said and what is found. I'm happy building on your posts for the extra sights and sounds....

Smiles

Cindy

 

[Daroob]

Daroob took in the dimly lit splendor of the Oasis Tavern. He was sure that the sullen stares of the barflies were intended to give him that warm feeling of welcome in his tummy. He glared around the room for a second, just because he was enjoying the atmosphere. He nodded to the heavily armed bouncer, and made his way toward the bar.

He passed by one patron whose overwhelming smell nearly made the goblin gag. And the humes say that my kind smells... Daroob thought to himself. He gingerly lowered himself onto a ramshackle stool at the bar, wary of splinters. The bartender made a big show of ignoring him for a moment while he 'cleaned' a glass with the ever present motor-oil soaked rag invariably employed for such a purpose in low class adventurer nightspots. He swaggered over after distributing an even layer of grime over the glass, and gave him a menacing glare made comical rather than threatening by the man's eye patch. The whole effect was just too much, the muscles, bow, and patch crossed the line from casually dangerous to wholesale psychopath. Daroob gritted his teeth to prevent himself from laughing, and struggled for and even voice as thought about what or, considering the glass, if he should order something.

"What is a good drink to be ordering?" Daroob inquired, taking in the rows of amber liquid stagnating in rows of filthy bottles behind the mad barman.

"Oh, I don't know if we serve anything you could handle," the barman said in mock seriousness, "we have a Chilven whiskey you might like." At this statement, the noise in the bar died down, and Daroob could feel resentful eyes upon him, waiting to hear his reply. Imagining the likely reaction of this crowd to anything out of Chilven, Daroob said "As long as I am in town being, I am thinking I should be something a little more domestic trying. Why don't you something pick, and a glass be having with me?" He placed one of his precious remaining gold pieces upon the table, and watched while the bartender poured a clear liquid into two grease stained glass. As the man reached for the coin, Daroob placed his hand over it, and looked the man in the eye. "Told I have been, that coins such as these might be here made? That there are games, or perhaps jobs?"

 

[poohlive]

"Not exactly..." Onnwall turned, looking at the chaos that enveloped this place. Things that had been shattered, sending shards of a once great statue cluttering over the floor. Most of the jewels that hung on the walls now stood emptied and open. Like a toothless smile that didn't smile at all.
"I was wondering if I could find some help..." He turned, to show the tail he now carried. It seemed to notice the attention and began to twitch from side to side.
"I put on this amulet, with strang writing. It seemed to be cursed or something... as you can see," He tried to make whatever monster that had now taken over his crotch to relax, but this thing stood on end, as if any moment he were about to get something.
"What... what happened here?"