OOC- umm i put me up the brakes.

IC-So everyone else fell down and began drooling like naked babys and it took the little fairies that lived in the forest the greatest amount of effort in order to keep the droolers from taking their clothes and armor off to become true babys.

val and drask and romulus eyed their companions suspiciously, then went on their merry way.

"so.. the tea.." said val
"mm yes, the tea." said drask

OOC-but it's a helluva drop if you fall off... =P

IC- Drask traipsed through the forest with vAl and Romu... they were all talking something about the tea... he hadn't remembered there being any tea, but he wasn't being too observant these days--I mean, he hadn't even noticed the ground was shaking until everyone looked up to see the Jolly Green Giant staring down at them with a wicked grin on his face and a large tree trunk with a few church spires through it to serve as spikes in the club. The three WarAngels looked up in abject dismay at the welcoming party sent by Gaia after she had called her priests to find her in her hour of need (Gaia still followed the old rules of the major deities--you cannot go beyond your realm to effect a change in the destiny of mortals, but instead must bring the mortals to your sanctuary).

'Ohoho. What have we here? A drunken womanizer, an arson, and a meddling mage. What a motley assortment of delinquents to be frequenting my forest. OUT, infidels, OUT!!!'

The club whooshed by their heads, going through the trees in the process.

'On whose authority would you harm us? You stand before three noble members of the Alliance of the WarAngels, the Goddess's chosen warriors, one of whom is closely allied with Gaia, and another of whom is the water-brother of one of her own priestesses. Not to mention the fact that you are just an illusion...'

The Giant raised an eyebrow. 'Oho, little dragon-thing. Very clever. Welcome to Gaia's forest. You should know who I am.' With no more introduction than that, the Jolly Green Giant disappeared and was replaced by a man in the simple robes of a druid, whose eyes betrayed wisdom beyond his years, many though they were.

Merlin accompanied them back to their campsite, to see the rest of the company in their current, deplorable state.

'Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, eh?'

OOC- What's gonna happen to the atw.scmillennium.com site? The chronicles and member's profiles pages still work, as does the /temp index... So?

OOC: Blade Runner is far too depressing. Even the director's cut. Good flick though.

IC: Gril was a bit farther from wherever the AtW had left him [read: to lazy to read back posts]. After becoming separated from the pack [what do you call three people, ah yes, three's a crowd] he had wandered around and gotten a job hunting golems. He was currently in a tavern in the shadow of the greatest golem factory in the tri-county area, which is to say the ONLY golem factory in the tri-county area. He was approached by an oragami artist who said something odd in a foreign language. The bartender translated:
"He say you Brade Runner."
"Tell him I'm eating."
"He say you under arrest"
Unfortuneatly the shameless borrowing from the cult flick stopped there. Well at least for the time being. I mean, Gril figured that there had to be some sort of way to fit "more human than human, that's our motto" into it. But there would be no humanitarian golem sympathizing, nor a really hot golem for Gril to fall in love with. But I digress.
Gril decided he'd had enough he stood up and told the man where he could stick his arrest. Unfortuneatly the man didn't speak, um, what the fuck DO we speak? Never mind, you get the picture. He looked at Gril, and yelled,
"WHERE IS THE BARBERSHOP ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!"
Gril took this to mean "I'm giong to bludgeon you do death or near to it with a paper tiger." He was right.
***hours later***
Gril awoke in a cell. Outside were two golems. Big golems. REALLY big golems. I don't think you understand. These guys were FUCKING BIG. I'm talking use-you-for-a-toothpick-then-snap-you-in-half big. So don't mess. Luckily they were made of paper. Gril quickly conjured up an imaginary fire and the golems stood there. Realizing golems don't think, Gril spent three days rubbing two sticks together. Then one broke so he had to use one. Any idea how long it takes to start a fire with ONE STICK? Didn't think so. Neither do I. Anyway, we'll leave Gril there until he escapes or SOMEONE rescues him.
OOC: Don worry I'll find a way to return him to the group. Or perhaps "don't worry" aren't the right words. How about BE AFRAID BE VERY VERY AFRAID HE'S COMING BACK