Lind Whisperer

Apologies for the pause button...

The quest took place in Sundragon Gulch - I didn't think that it was that vague.

Yeah, I learned the negatives of unintentionally taking over a quest back on #122. For #138(if Ah am selected), Ah - and mai brilliant dis-guise - are just looking to have fun immersing ourselves in what looks like a exciting quest. Walk in, kill a dragon, make some gold, loot a few empires - the usual.

For point of reference, Dodekubisim has been the official religion of Munchkins for several shout-outs now. And "Sundragon" is a reference to a certain quest...

"The Dodekube, that holy cube that controls all battles across the dimensions...I'll fill you in some other time." "Now you're making me almost want to go there..." "No idea." "And the half-giant joins our tiny party. I remember, he once loaned me a couple gold back one time when I was short. He seemed like a friendly sort."The elf turned back to the king. "So-Zo, what zort of a drag-gon 'as taken over zour kingdom, exactly? Night Fury? Bewilderbeast? Scauldron? Sundragon?"

"There are three sign-ups - three. He doesn't have many options. And, his kingdom hangs in the balance. And not all up front, just 20 gold or so for provisioning. There's taking advantage, and there's being prepared." "I believe in the guidance of the Dodekube. And the Dodekube decrees that organized parties have a higher chance of being selected." "Same - and thanks for reminding me. I need to keep pumping him for information about the situation..." "I thought, after your last trip there, you'd have had quite enough of Babeleth...But, your choice."

"Five more minutes of that "winning personality," and you'll have lost us the job," the elf muttered into his glass - but with care that it was too low for anyone else to hear. *snort* "I'm the one to be patient with - that's rich." *snort* - still too low to hear.The elf leaned over, and whispered in the Dwarf's ear. "Fine then, you take over talking. I was gently easing him towards the idea of paying a head-hunting bonus for any new heroes that I - or, I guess, we - round up, since there's so few heroes signed up. Or at least, if we can get a bit of our pay up-front for general provisioning. But you're the one who's supposed to be trained in Diplomacy..."

The elf leaned close in towards the half-elf. "Would zou lower your voice, please, 'Ah am trying to get us work."The elf straightened up, and slapped the mystic knight on the back. "And zis is ze master Mystic Knight Warlock Weathervane! Welcome to our conversation, Master Weathervane. 'E would also make an ex-zell-ent member of ze merry band to which Ah referred." "Papercut? Papercut? Ah give zou nasty papercut, zou silly...*mumble* *mumble*" "For ze sake of politeness, Ah will refrain from asking just how you became affiliated wi' strange jesters dancing about on zticks."

"Mai foi, zit zis plain to zee why zis man is - was - will be once more - ze king - his eyes pierce er'ry zub-ter-fuge!" The...elf leaned closer. "Zis is dis-guise! For zis face you zee, is ze face of the notorious zand dashing, Flynn Flisperer! No man lives zat can zidentify ze man behind ze guise!" "Lind, would you please quit it with that ****** accent..." some voice grumbled from deeper in the Hall. A card whistled through the air. "...As I was saying, no man now lives zat can identify ze man behind ze guise! For you zee-" The elf flourished a handful of cards, and fanned them out. "-By day-" He peeked out from behind one side of the fan. "-Ah am the unmemorable street magician, Flynn Flispererer. Unnoticeable, unmemorable - completely forgettable. By night-" He peeked out from the other side of the fan. "-Ah am the unstoppable Assassin-for-hire, Flynn Flisperer. Nothing gets pass ma' cards - nothing. You have fog, you zay? Ze fog, she shall be as friend to me. Zis dragon, he coat zis Moone in zis fog? His foolishness! Ah and a band o' merry heroes slip in, Ah do a few "card tricks," ze dragon, he come crashing down, thud-thud...Your kingdom, she is yours, once more."

"I will make zure to bring mai hankie." "Mai accent? Ah 'ave no accent. Zit zis all of zese people zat have strange accent. Ah come from Charisia, and talk in ze dul-zimmer tones of zat land."

"Ah, oui, magnifique." "Oui, zat does zounds bad. When you zay fog, are you being metaphorical, or literal? Because zit could go both ways, in zese parts."

Seeing a chance to perhaps learn some information, the Munchkin...I mean, "elf," stepped over to the bar, and took a seat next to the crowned figure. "'Ello, ma' friend! An' how is ze situation down zin Moone? Zere are stories of a dra-gone, or zome such beast, having, how do you zay, taken up resi-dense about ze place?"

"..." Flynn Flisperer signs up for Quest #136 and Quest #138.

In #122, I tried to use "soft" Intimidation, where a person speaks cheerfully, but there's a hard tone behind their words...

"I can't do either of those right now, but keep me on the list of interested parties..." The Munchkin pondered a moment. "As an Assassin, I'm low in the battle order, so unless we're fighting a crowd, it's not as essential as it might be, but as a front-line Black Knight, it's not the worst thing to have in the ol' Bag of Holding - especially if I take another pass in the Fields someday. You have yourself a purchaser, Master Knight."The Munchkin handed Arthur a Phoenix Essence and picked up the Cloak of Deception.

Which weapons are to be considered as having the quality of "bluntness"?

"Unless any other heroes are interested in the Stag Antlers-" The Munchkin paused a moment, to see if anyone would speak up. "How much would they, Silvania's Cowl, the Duke's Coat-of-Arms, and the Cloak of Deception individually cost?"

I, Robot.

The printed shields, the baseplate, Wyldstyle's tracking device...

I'm still miffed that LEGO City: Undercover didn't get a PC release. The "features that would be too complicated to replicate on a PC" consist of moving a rectangle around until things highlight. There is no real reason why that couldn't be programmed. Except that it's "supposed to be a WiiU exclusive". Which is honestly one of the...least logical choices for advertising LEGO's made. Think about it. The WiiU itself costs $500. The game another $550. What kind of parent is going to spend more money on LEGO after having already forked out $550?

"One of the best former heroes, to be more specific." "It's a jam yesterday and tomorrow situation with the Antlers, actually - I was a Black Knight, and will be a Black Knight again, and then Dragoon, later on. I've got my shield with a Mystic Knight getting all magicked up, so I'm working as an Assassin, for the moment - I made a bit of a stupid mistake by spending too much time running about the Fields - not very much loot lying round over-run farms."

"There had been rumors, but I'd hoped that they were just that. But, if you've found a family for yourself, I'm happy for you." The Munchkin frowned. "Somebody says they're leaving, and the emotion of the moment is lost up in the crowd of people trying to buy up their gear...That being said, since the moment's been lost, I don't suppose you might be thinking of selling that Trickster's Mask of the Elf? Or those Stag Antlers?"

"It is very easy to keep hatred in one's heart against a personal enemy, but I fear all this waiting will divert the fire towards those who keep us waiting...But you are right, it would be better to step back from the flame, at least a pace." "One moment, then." The Munchkin scurried off, and shortly came back, clumsily carrying a mediumish cask, and precariously biting down on a cup filled with water."Lift with the legs, lift with the legs, lift with the legs..."

"You speak wise words, tall one. And, in all these conversations, it does seem that there is common emotion.I just fear time... That it will grind down these feelings, like desert sand against a Dastan castle. That when the moments come, we may deflect the blades from each others' backs...but we will not aim them into the witches heart. But perhaps, I don't trust enough...I don't know, I don't know. Perhaps something moistening shall clear the mind - what'll ye have? Or are you also a drinker of plain water, like myself?"

"Currently, I'm traveling incognito under the moniker of "Flisperer," but yes." "Agreed, it would, under normal circumstances, be prudent to spend ten or twenty years heroing before starting up such a rallying cry, but unfortunately, there's only five days left before the sheet of selectees is posted, so I'm afraid having saved the world from complete and utter invasion, and the subsequent ravaging, pillaging, general death, destruction, burning and chaos will have to do as "proof of my worth" - although I know you're supposed to have done that at least five or six times before you're a "Truly Useful Hero"."