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Quote from: Dwarfaholic on June 17, 2010, 01:11:39 pm

Quote from: Kagus on June 17, 2010, 11:53:28 am

I think you may have mixed me up with someone else...  Unless I'm having an out-of-body experience, and I'm trying to run and catch up with myself.  And I'm calling myself Errol, for some fetishistic reason.

Wuh? Errol has the 'Fro, and in that roll you tried to Reach The 'Fro To Consult It. Errol Evaded You despite his being Incapacitated; hence your Distress.

When did he get my afro?  Did it somehow transplant itself onto his head when I wasn't looking?  Does it give consul by latching onto people and sending groove tendrils deep into their cranium?

Or did I somehow decide to mistakenly enchant his 'fro oh so many turns ago, and I've just remained unaware of this fact?

Round 8: Erro Grows An Afro. That somewhat implies the afro is, y'know, his.

Also, working on turn again. Should be coming up soonish.

Round 18:

Turn Complete.

Tarran: Complain: Cynicism Radiator

New Rule Discovered! Armor Actually Does Stuff

Kagus: Consult Ally: Prophetic Afro

((I'm Working On A Few Ideas To Make Lunacy More Entertaining. Go Ahead, Relevant People. Answer The Questions.))

Frelock II: Become Vexatious

Errol: Lunatic Action

Flagrarus: Perform Noble Decision That Is Prevented By Lunatic Action

Paranatural: Change Option, Exit Cover

Events in The Waiting Room:
Mikko: Perform Meditation

Jetsquirrel II: Develop Ability: Psychic Control

RedWarrior0: Mental Attack: Waiting Room

Inteuniso: Lunatic Action

Knight85: Lunatic Action

Poltifar: Heal Mental Health: Multiple

Pre-Waiting List:
8. PopeRichardCorey
9. Ragnarok97071
10. Acanthus117 II
11. Lonewolf
12. Wolfchild
13. Thief^
14. Sysice

Sailing happens, towards the west, as much as possible. Also unit at Home Rocke is equipped with horses.

^Turn Complete.

Some time ago:

Alexis stabbed the guardsman in the stomach and watched as he slumped over, almost as in disbelief. Around him the joint forces of himself and the general Drake wiped out the remaining Saracens. After that Arthur's men gave the Duke control of the city, as had been their agreement.

"Sir, the mosques are filled with Saracen loot. What do we do with it?"

Alexis turned to the soldier, a rookie. The young man suddenly remembered he was talking to a superior and tried to clumsily salute in his ill-fitting armour. The Duke sighed.

"Take the finest pieces of gold and send them to the King and the Pope. Burn the rest. They are tainted with heresy."

The present:

The Pope was, naturally, pleased with the Duke's efforts. That much the letter told. What it didn't tell, however, was what kind of ship he was supposed to be receiving. It could be a maggot-filled floating wreck, as far as he knew. It might not even come! In fact, he had no idea that -

"Sir, a military ship is approaching port, saying they have something for you!"

Alexis nodded to his page, grabbed his sword and hurried downhill to the docks, where the men were already waiting around the arriving party. Sailors, naturally. They were bringing with them one of the most beautiful ships Alexis had ever seen.

"The Angelo Blanche, sir. Treat her well."
"This ship... it is mine? But-"
"Greetings from the Pope, sir. Take care."

The sailors boarded a smaller, wearier boat and set off, leaving the Duke speechless on the docks.

The Angelo Blanche, eh? What a fitting name for a vessel of justice.

Elsewhere:

"Compliments of general Harkon, sir."

The sergeant's eyes widened as the mounts were led to the city. They were completely calm, despite the new place and it's unfamiliar smells. A fine breed, the sergeant reckoned. What he didn't understand was why a pack of mangy dogs they called his men were given such mounts: he didn't even know if the poor lads knew a horse from a cow. They'd learn, though. They'd learn if he had to beat it into every inch of their dirty hides.

^Turn Complete.

Dragnar, just rejoin as Dragnar II. I promise I won't hurt you!

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Yeah, okay, acting roll fail there.

^Turn Complete.