Palathadric

IC: Best friend! Your soul is not far gone. OOC:

Excellent work, Brickie! Looks fantastic!

Ah! No, I understand perfectly now. Odd, isn't it? Will have to think this one over...

You didn't know?! I am ashamed of you!

Mine is the goalkeeper from the "America's Team Bus". Now who didn't know that. Come on, don't be shy, raise your hand.

I ought to wring your filthy neck!

Siegfried is just trying to keep us guessing by making us think he knows nothing about the event.

I thought you were basing the MOC off the picture at the top. Maybe it's just the angle, but... Definitely try Tragic Banjo's method.

Just think of it, people will be able to "upgrade" to the class of "Monk". Do you think Monk Pretzel could become Bishop then and be head of all spiritual rites.

OOC: Thanks! In that case I suppose I should use my power of healing on the lesser Draugr B.

I think, well at least before, Playmobil used to have a lot more accessories than a toy like Lego did. More animals are available, although Lego are starting to pump them out, it seems, as well, but at least in the past, they had more detail in their accessories. You know, the small things that kids really like. My thoughts seem a bit scattered right now, don't know why, but I used to quite like Playmobil when I was small, although I think Lego has always been my preferred choice, only my big brothers would never allow me to play with theirs. Heh!

I'm sorry. Call me slow, but I don't really understand what exactly you are driving at here. What would unlock my personal true potential? How would I know, until it happens, and even after that, I'm sure something else would come up that would unlock my potential much more so... ...I still don't understand.

I definitely prefer the "Westen" water tower. The other one's tower is too thin for the top. Otherwise if you use the wing pieces to slope up...darn I wish I could show you, but I don't actually have them.

OOC: Or, on second thought, I should probably use my healing power against them, right? Although now I'm confused as to the difference in the power of healing and of attacking with my weapon.

That's what role-playing is all about and what makes it fun. I enjoy pretending to be someone I'm not through Monk Pretzel. I love the Arthur character. Second to none but Cronk in my opinion. Cronk is hillarious! Unfortunately Monk Pretzel is not at the hall and even if he were he would not likely accept any challenge in the arena since he is a Monk and men of the cloth are supposed to be against such forms of amusement or anything of the like. Darn, I really wish I could fight in the arena though, perhaps, once this quest is done with, Monk Pretzel will pull a surprise. What? Monk Pretzel: a retard? This got to be the biggest complement I ever got.

OOC: I will attack the undead minion B from the back row. IC: "Ah, ha!" called Monk Pretzel. "Here are the real heathen. These vile devilishly demonic demons. Slay them all!" Then he thought, Darn why don't prayers seem to work in Eubric. I prayed before this quest that we wouldn't meet any evil undead folks! It must be that I have been associating myself with too many of these lesser heathens around. Oh, God! Forgive my iniquities. You can kill the others (although I would appreciate their gold), but spare me. I am such a nice guy to be around! ...Don't you think so? Umm...hello! There's not much time here...

You give me no choice as to how I can react! Monk Pretzel grunted. "When I was your age, I could toss that out of the way with one finger...or half of one. "Don't you think we should be slightly more cautious..." he suggests growing slightly frightened at the thought of meeting with a ghost after just being unconcious." "Hey, you, Missy, don't you think you should down a potion while you can." OOC: Or has John Paul just incorrectly tallied your stats? OOC: I now have two tonics.

OOC: But I can heal myself with my ether, right? Anyway, I'll do that if it's allowed, if not I'll take a potion.

Sorry about that, Sandy. Deepest apologies. And inside combat?

I can change my name if need be , came Monk Pretzel's reply, ...I've done it before. I've got Z-mail.

Virus detected. Your message cannot be sent because there was a virus detected in it. It has been immediately returned to the sender. If you are not the sender then please forward it to the sender, if you do happen to know the person. This is a confidential matter and viruses are not meant to be shared. Please do not share the contents of this message with anyone else. It may contain soft(or hard, of course)ware. Proceed with caution. Warning! Warning! This is not a drill. This is...Z-mail. Monk Pretzel was glad for the auto-response system he had invented and setup for his Z-mail "account". It had aided him significantly in reducing needless mails from his inbox. It had many built-in features that were handy, especially whilst he was in the thick of the frey and could not reply to mail directly or immediately. "With this system in place, it won't be long before the gold begins rolling and the coffers exploding," he thought smugly.

Does one unit of ether enable you to bring everyone on your party to maximum health or only one person?

OOC: Really? Full health? Without the use of potions? I thought I would use one ether to bring everyone to full strength, that way everyone can keep their potions and stuff...wait a minute...with one ether I heal everyone on the team or only one person?

"Gold!" gasps Monk Pretzel in delight. His 99 pieces seem to sparkle with renewed joy. Fortunately for the team, albeit unfortunately for him, he was not yet awake when he had said this and the team split the gold, etc. as mentioned and he was forced to be happy with the additional tonic he received.

"I'm ali-i-i-i-ive!" screeches Monk Pretzel and began kissing the Holy Earth upon which he now knelt.