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Tree-moving
Sep. 28th, 2004 02:47 pmHad an adventure again, with wanted a road throgh the forest. got it with the aid of some druids suffereing from a breif moment of enlghtened self interest. Lomax didn't kill them on sight. I was impressed; he really fucking hates druids. Although he an Interfector have been going off together and coming back flushed and happy, slightly odd.
Anyhow I was put to sleep by a really boring bird, met some angels guarding a pheonix, and chatted with them for a bit.
The angels were lovely, they denied sharign a heritage with any of the other angels I've met- Man With Bag on Head and the big flying guy whose name escapes me. Anyhow, despite sharing some sort of para-dimetional bird-czge with a justice daity with pegs stuck to its featers, thwey were lovely. I gave them Names, which they had not previously had. Hopefully being able to distinguish themselfs from other things will lead to changes in their outlook which they claim to be eternal. The second law of thermodynamics states otherwise- it wasn't /that/ cold.
Angelatron, Angleangel and Ezikical all seemed very pleased with their names; Me and R'owl'ra got fethers and Green. I utterly approve of the Green.
The pheonix they were guarding was a arrogent sort of thing, so I snuck upon it and atached things to its feathers. They melted, but it was still utterly defeated by both that and my magic rock. R'owl'ra is a genious.
Protecting druid rituals from things is surprisingly difficult, but not as hard as protecting druids who have finished a ritual.
Then I got a Baron to poke. With a spoon and a baloon.
Inbread madmen thrown: 1
Anyhow I was put to sleep by a really boring bird, met some angels guarding a pheonix, and chatted with them for a bit.
The angels were lovely, they denied sharign a heritage with any of the other angels I've met- Man With Bag on Head and the big flying guy whose name escapes me. Anyhow, despite sharing some sort of para-dimetional bird-czge with a justice daity with pegs stuck to its featers, thwey were lovely. I gave them Names, which they had not previously had. Hopefully being able to distinguish themselfs from other things will lead to changes in their outlook which they claim to be eternal. The second law of thermodynamics states otherwise- it wasn't /that/ cold.
Angelatron, Angleangel and Ezikical all seemed very pleased with their names; Me and R'owl'ra got fethers and Green. I utterly approve of the Green.
The pheonix they were guarding was a arrogent sort of thing, so I snuck upon it and atached things to its feathers. They melted, but it was still utterly defeated by both that and my magic rock. R'owl'ra is a genious.
Protecting druid rituals from things is surprisingly difficult, but not as hard as protecting druids who have finished a ritual.
Then I got a Baron to poke. With a spoon and a baloon.
Inbread madmen thrown: 1
