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[Mardrax]

Taking the pipes from the gnome with a grunt, Guerrero barely pays attention to what the rest of the blatter was about. He certainly wasn't in a mood to care the moment he stepped up to the platform. Moments later, with the reeds in his hand and his stage character subsiding, he still couldn't be moved to care.

The moment he sees the water he takes a few steps back to lean against the trea he'd climbed.

Hell no, I'm not getting wet.

He'd never touched water that was more than foot deep in his life and he intends to keep it that way.

Instead, with a dismissive gesture towards Nabeshin, he sits down against the tree and tentatively blows into the pipes a few times to find out their tuning.

[Gyrfalcon]

Xander catches the flask the satyr tosses him with a raised eyebrow before giving the black-furred satyr a short bow of thanks as he hooks the flask to his belt after a brief inspection, meaning to take the time to check it out more carefully in a few minutes.

 

He raised an eyebrow at the baggy cargo pants, nothing like what he's used to wearing, even looser then the travel clothes he's already wearing. On the other hand, as the lady gnome opens pocket after pocket, he did have to admire the sheer number of places he could stash things. If he didn't mind weighing his legs down, he could probably fit most of his backpack into one of those sets of pants with no problem.

 

Master Fordforton then announced the next challenge... or rather, the enchanted scroll announced the challenge, though the gnomes seemed well prepared for it, with one of their companions possibly turned into a mermaid of sorts.

 

Xander frowned and looked at his companions - Guerrero already sitting back against a tree and blowing into the pipes, and Nabeshin stepping towards the water. Touching Nabeshin's shoulder to pause him, Xander looked at Fordforton. "Master Fordforton, are we allowed to provide aid before or during the challenge to our companion from above?"

[Wyvern]

Meanwhile, beneath the surface...

 

King Kowboy gets his own taste of XCrawl's H2O as a trail of water dribbles down a ceiling pipeline and begins pattering on his "Jumbo Kowboy Victory Hat." The head-Kobold-in-charge ignores the dampness and continues to focus his eyes on the pipe that Krazy Kowboy's rope descends from, its purty moss and sewage paving the road to the awful light of the upper-realms. Those XCrawlers were up there, with their popcorns and their Super Nintendos and their vigilante rock and roll music... he'd show'em all! It was gonna be a Klassik Kobold Western, where the hero shows his worth as a true kobold, knocks off all the badies, and still gets the dead mouse in the end.

 

"Alright, now listen ya varmits." King Kowboy turns to his squadron of top-of-the-league Kobolds, who stand in a crooked line behind him. He adjusts the rope tied around his waste, and pulls on the line a bit just to make sure the other kobolds are connected as well. "You Kowboys have been chosen for this here special mission for your underdenialable abilties. The whole nineteen of ya!"

 

King Kowboy strikes his best Clint Eastwood grin as he nods to each of kobolds in turn.

 

"Krusher Kowboy - I hear you can krush two cockroaches at a time with those mighty webbed fingers of yours, and I reckon a cockroach down here is at least twice the size of a halfling up there. Karate Kowboy - master of the olden art of rope-jitsu, certified rusty belt. Kocky Kowboy - 100% attitude, 15% skill... which makes you some crazy number even higher than a hundred. Kitchen Kowboy - all those years stirring the sewer stew with your trusty spork have finally paid off. Kalamity Kowboy - anybody who's hung around you has been hanging from a rope trap you accidentally set off. Killa Kowboy - presenting an 'Xtra-Country' image to give the Kowboys that hip hop appeal to the youth. Kamikaze Kowboy - swims with the fishes, cooks with the fishes, causes indigestion with the fishes. Karma Kowboy - you already got enough sleaze on you to last yourself a second lifetime, so keep up the good work. Kinky Kowboy - because us gang of heroes are gonna need something to do after we take over XCrawl. Kutter Kowboy - notorious for always kutting Kowpoke Klass. Kasanova Kowboy - slimy enough to charm even the ugliest of elven princesses. Kollision Kowboy - known for more ramming than the toilet plunger upstairs. Klowner Kowboy - our leading specialist in bad hobbit jokes. Kruel Kowboy - resident rope torture guy, and parttime assistant to Kinky Kowboy. Kazoo Kowboy - your tootings of 'Home on the Garbage Range' are a constant inspiration in combat. Komputer Kowboy - expert hacker, which includes hacking up useful items and giving the enemy colds. Kleptomaniac Kowboy - we've got a show to steal. Kid Kowboy - brave lil' lad learning the ropes. Klueless Kowboy - cus' we needed one more recruit, and you didn't know any better."

 

King Kowboy tips his Jumbo Kowboy Victory Hat to the team, then stares back up at the pipeline.

 

"From here on out, the lot us are gonna be known as the ultra-special team 'deadicated twenty' (a.k.a d20)." King Kowboy grins and rubs his sheriff star. "And now, we play the waiting game..."

[Quincunx]

The satyr looks up from his task when Guerrero plays the intro to one of his songs, squatting and glaring at him until Odéle clears her throat with meaning, then resumes hauling up the crate. Fordforton, meanwhile, interposes himself between Xander and the hatch, with one hand held over his collar microphone. "Can't make your fans wait for more, this early in the evening!" he smiles, then unfastens and holds the microphone. "Xander, if we weren't in the middle of things, what would you do with this free time? You're part of some of your college's clubs, aren't you? Let me guess! Glee club? Young Triumverates debate team? Volunteer referee for the boys' boffer league, 7-to-10 bracket?" He pokes the microphone up towards Xander.

 

OOC:

 

This is the interior of Pomona's Preserve, with the same dimensions: 20-ft. diameter, 60 ft. depth. The sunrod lies in the center of the bottom of the tank, and the mermaid floats 10 ft. above it. You swim at half-speed, so you sink to the bottom of the tank in four rounds by taking 10. Will you go for the sunrod first or try to interact with the mermaid?

Edited January 5, 2007 by Quincunx