Zepher

Compact and simple and lovely. It is a perfect way to highlight the figure, the curtain is awesome, and the coloring is awesome. Feels very theater like, with wood brown and red.

Yes. Drop random words to make your sentences incoherent. What does that even mean. I need to sleep more.

Boomingham laughs. "Calling guards? I thought you had more honor than that Umbra. And to think I wanted to take your money! We will beat you with ease." Boomingham lowers his voice and whispers to Eric and Hybros, "We should have taken the money. Oh well, here we go." Boomingham prepares to attack Guard Hound C from the front row, a twinkle in his eyes. He does not look worried in the least.

Trust me, everyone is very cooperative strategy, it works very well! Also, I'd advise skimming your role PM, and then passing stupid things that make you look like you're a Werewolf. Especially if you are the Werewolf. God I'm just too talented.

No, no, no, we want to do the opposite of that, remember? Don't trust Jesus!

My name is George, I have never played in a mafia game before, and I, Gertrude, never ever forget my identity. So if you want an experienced player, call me, Gregor!

Cronk is my favorite character hands down.

"I have said my thoughts. Rufindel, you have led us well so far ol' boy, make a choice and we'll stand behind you. Unless you bring the Zeigfrieds into this. Than I'd not be too happy. Doesn't seem to far to them and all."

^You can blame me for that. My bad.

Boomingham laughs. "Atramor, you rogue." "Yes? Why'd you say my job?" replies Eric. "It's a saying. Let's not start a war here. Remember, we are heroes, we must retain at least some honor. Why start a war between the Zeigfrieds and the Shaduex over nothing? We ought to tell her the truth. I'll be honest, I don't like the Hinckwells currently. It really does smell like a set up to me. I don't like the idea that they sent us in looking for crates that don't seem to exist." Boomingham rubs his hands together. "But I do like the idea of more money... say we just tell her who sent us, ask her to keep it quiet for an hour, go collect our reward from the Hinckwells, and never go anywhere near the Hinckwells ever again." "Besides, if she's being dishonest, it will be our duty as heroes to dispatch of her, since it will make her a villain and a rogue." "She doesn't look like a rouge," says Atramor. "It's a saying. And if we do dispatch of her, then we will just tell the Hinckwells we didn't meet anyone. Though I would really prefer to not dispatch of her..." Boomingham winks at Umbra. She does not wink back. He convinces himself she must have not seen it.

One thing that I think may have impaired this game is Heroica. I know that you made a joke about it, but I was honestly thinking it as I watched the game progress. God Hincks. You make me want to do two things. 1) Host again, because your games are always so awesome, and they make me creative, and 2) LIVE PAST LIKE FRICKIN' DAY 4 again. I haven't been around for the end game forever. I wish I could have stood with the other warriors of the town because there were just some things that were so obvious that I wish I could have called people out on.

How much fun was that y'all. Draggy, if I was still alive, you'd be dead. I'm with all the other dead people in saying GOOD GOD. How did you not convict him. I was skimming, at best, the day threads and I would have voted for Draggy in a heart beat. As for everyone... I may have sort of screwed up this game! I tried something new, it didn't pan out, but hey, if I played the same exact game every time I'd get bored. So I figured something different out. Shadows you doofus. I would never contact a crap-load of people if I was scum. You know I'm a better player than that. But oh well. It turns out it wasn't a particularly good move for town as well. Hinckley, you are an inspiration. Three awesome games, all in the same town. How the hell do you do it?

Boomingham eyes the woman who is kindly giving them an offer. Boomingham does not drool over her, but if he was in a less critical situation, he would certainly take time to get to know her. "I've never been big on fighting, admits Boomingham. "I'm a knight because it was shoved on me along with my kingdom. She is offering us a pretty good deal. We would avoid conflict, and we would get to keep this bottle we found..." Boomingham clears his throat nervously and awkwardly. There has been something on his mind. "I think we ought to take note that we haven't exactly found any crates belonging to our employers... it just rubs me the wrong way. The warehouse basically ends here. Why did they send us in if there are no crates with their marking on them? I'm just confused by it, and it sort of seems to me as if we were set up. I don't know, something to consider. I'd personally like to at least consider her offer. Talking about honor, if this is a set-up by our employers to get us to attack the poor little lady with the adorable accent, I think it would be more honorable to avoid conflict. Just my two gold." Boomingham relaxes, waiting to see what the others have to say.

Hello Spuds! Glad to see you on Eurobricks!

Boomingham noisily slurps down the potion that was just handed to him, returning himself to fighting order. "I feel much better," he booms. "We want to take just one bottle of proof?! I could carry those crates on my own for the rest of our investigation, and take out all the guards, and not even break a sweat!" he boasts. "But in all seriousness, Rufindel, you're our magic user, it wouldn't be a bad idea to let you investigate one of the bottles, to make sure we want them back in the Zeigfried's hands. Not that I'm opposed to more money, but..."

“Rats and bat and things like that, do nothing to make my body quake, men and boys with sword-like toys, don’t even make me shiver or shake!” sings Boomingham. "What good fellows. I have to admit, I'm interested in the crates, but they're not our bees wax. Perhaps on our way out I could talk to them some more and see if they've got anything else to tell me." He then whispers to Hybros. "I didn't even know I was that good at cards," he admits with a grin. "I surprise even myself!" (Loved your writing for me Sandy. )

Thank you for putting up with me! When I said internet was expensive, I meant it. I’ll see you all again Sunday, when I’ll be returned to fighting form!

Hi Sandy, sorry, just checking in. Plus side, Europe is beautiful. Minus side, internet is expensive on the ship. So, I'm still going to try to check in, but maybe not daily. I'm sorry... I was misled. I also pinky promise I will update everything in my signature when I arrive home! I'm sorry for the trouble. I will be home in a week and will try to at least keep up a little. Rufus, keep up the good work, I'm sorry that you're suddenly playing two characters. you all. I promise to keep checking in at least every two days if not daily.

"I am getting tired of all these animals. They are pathetic enemies!" Boomingham attacks Bat B from the front row. "Onwards and upwards. But seriously, what a lot of cowards this family is. Protect your wares with men, not vermin. It is not honorable to let rats and bats fight your fights. Though they do make easy prey."

Hey Sandy! I'm going away on vacation for nine days. I SHOULD be able to check in almost daily, but in the case that something drastic goes wrong, I thought I'd warn you. At the very most, I won't be active for the next two days or so while I get myself to my vacation location. I'm sorry, Rufus can pick my actions if need be.

"Fat lot of good I was that battle," said Lord Boomingham sullenly. "Where to next?"

Boomingham also attacks from the back row, charging his old foe the white rat. He chuckles at it, it has given a good fight but still proves no match for him. "I wonder when we will stop dealing with animals and start dealing with men!"

I agree. I loved my death, and I love that you pay attention to that sort of thing. I chuckled upon seeing my speech pattern replicated.

"And maybe not the gray rat, because someone is already targeting that one, you know? Though neither you nor Eric specified which rat you'd be attacking, the dark or light gray one."

"You're right, you're right. Scrambled old brain, the wife always said years of drinking would do that to me and look at me, drinking away with a scrambled brain. Looks like she was right."