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Ignoring but still wary of the paranoid Gnome, Toot says, "Me sorry for your loss but you not here when me told these two [motions toward Torin and Portho] me too had a mission. There's plan by evil doers to 'steal white sun' which will allow undead to walk the world day and night! And tomorrow night is a White eclipse! If sun is stolen then there be no one around to worry about giving us proper burial because we all be just like Merri -- DEAD!"
[OoC: @DM if Toot made a mistake about the mission please let me know and I will edit.]
OOC - no mistake.
Everyone else stands perplexed about Toot mentioning "White Sun". Of course the Sun is white... Or is it?...
The armorer scratches his chin.
"Stealing sun sounds evil enough but is it related to the Sea of Hate?"
Maul glares at him.
"We have no reason to think it is not."
"What's sea of hate? And does it's dead line come as early as tomorrow? Cuz if not, then me say my mission trumps your mission. If it same then lets hope we solve both missions at the same time. If not, does anyone know the plural word for Apocalypse? Apocalypses? Apocalypii?" Toot sighs and slowly rubs his temples as Boo makes a sad growling noise that sounds a lot like, 'we're fucked.'
(09-02-2016, 01:14 PM)Toot Wrote: [ -> ]Ignoring but still wary of the paranoid Gnome, Toot says, "Me sorry for your loss but you not here when me told these two [motions toward Torin and Portho] me too had a mission. There's plan by evil doers to 'steal white sun' which will allow undead to walk the world day and night! And tomorrow night is a White eclipse! If sun is stolen then there be no one around to worry about giving us proper burial because we all be just like Merri -- DEAD!"
Witchcraft! I hate undead! - he spats -
Don't waste the time let's go destroy them all.
ooc - I have changed my color
Toot thought, he kind of liked the half-orc. Sure he was a bit slow but brains weren't everything. In fact in his case they weren't anything. But at least what you see is what you get. Toot could appreciate someone who he didn't have to look over his shoulder every 2 seconds to keep an eye on him. Unlike gnomes who always think they're so damn clever. Always butting their big fat noses into other people's businesses. Never having to worry about anything except their next punchline. Everyone thinking they are soooo damn cute. And their whiny little voices, like nails on a chalk board... I HATE 'EM! I HATE 'EM ALL! Toot suddenly snaps out of his daydreaming and notices his crossbow was quivering slightly and his finger was inching toward the trigger again. He swallow's slowly and wipes the perspiration from his brow.
Trying to take his mind off happily boiling the gnome in hot oil, Toot asks the 'humans' rather bluntly, "So why the disguises?"
Portho moves so that Torin is between him and the lunatic gnome with the crossbow that hates other gnomes for some reason.
"Devour the white sun? You say that like there is more than one... see Torin, not in Faerun anymore"
To Lugar
"So that you don't run away screaming 'orc!' before you listen to us." Maul replies Toot's inquiry.
Maul clears his throat.
"I can clearly see common interests here with Mister Bear-Riding-Gnome. How about Mister Flaming-Gnome and Silence-Armor-Clad dwarf friend? What's your mission? And feel free to introduce yourselves as we've already done so."
Apparently, Maul was not the first to notice that the heavily armored dwarf made less noise than a stalking cat on a wooden roof but he was the first to bring up a possible explanation.
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