[ For a split second, as he comes to, Merle could have sworn that he was at home. It was hard to think otherwise when the first thing he heard was the ever changing roll of the ocean and the sound of crunching sand under foot.
He groans, getting to an upright position as he surveys the landscape. This is certainly not any beach he's been on. ]
Well, shit...
[ He grumbles as he stands to his feet, head still on a swivel, trying to find any sort of familiar landmark, or at the very least, someone who looked familiar.
It's not too long before someone comes into view, and starts walking up to him. ]
Hail and --
[ Wait, no. He starts over again, his voice getting more raspy and Christopher Lloyd-like. ]
Hail and well met! You wouldn't happen to know where, uh... the nearest town is?
[ Once the person gets into view, so does the double barrel of a shot gun. The dwarf's hands shoot up in response as he laughs nervously. ]
Is this where I ask you whether you've shot five or six times?
b. | coconut oil, tan senioritas
[ Merle isn't exactly sure as to how he managed to get into Dyster. One second he was bumbling around a busy quarter of Bavan, and then the next he ends up in a completely different town. If he's bothered by it, he makes no sign of it. This still doesn't feel like the strangest thing to have happened to him, whether it's been since his entry to Ryslig or just his entire life. Hey, c'est la vie.
What he does gawk at, though, is the crowd dancing around the bonfire as he comes across it. ]
... Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say a party at Golden Corral got a little out of hand here.
[ Does this mean that the Fourth equivalent would be, like, a Dave & Buster's? ]
c. | now I know how Jimmy Buffet feels
[ If you got anything else you wanna do with good ol' Merle here, gimme a heads up! Plurk is hnnng if you have anything pressing or w/e! ]
Earl Merle Hightower Highchurch | The Adventure Zone: Balance
[ For a split second, as he comes to, Merle could have sworn that he was at home. It was hard to think otherwise when the first thing he heard was the ever changing roll of the ocean and the sound of crunching sand under foot.
He groans, getting to an upright position as he surveys the landscape. This is certainly not any beach he's been on. ]
Well, shit...
[ He grumbles as he stands to his feet, head still on a swivel, trying to find any sort of familiar landmark, or at the very least, someone who looked familiar.
It's not too long before someone comes into view, and starts walking up to him. ]
Hail and --
[ Wait, no. He starts over again, his voice getting more raspy and Christopher Lloyd-like. ]
Hail and well met! You wouldn't happen to know where, uh... the nearest town is?
[ Once the person gets into view, so does the double barrel of a shot gun. The dwarf's hands shoot up in response as he laughs nervously. ]
Is this where I ask you whether you've shot five or six times?
b. | coconut oil, tan senioritas
[ Merle isn't exactly sure as to how he managed to get into Dyster. One second he was bumbling around a busy quarter of Bavan, and then the next he ends up in a completely different town. If he's bothered by it, he makes no sign of it. This still doesn't feel like the strangest thing to have happened to him, whether it's been since his entry to Ryslig or just his entire life. Hey, c'est la vie.
What he does gawk at, though, is the crowd dancing around the bonfire as he comes across it. ]
... Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say a party at Golden Corral got a little out of hand here.
[ Does this mean that the Fourth equivalent would be, like, a Dave & Buster's? ]
c. | now I know how Jimmy Buffet feels
[ If you got anything else you wanna do with good ol' Merle here, gimme a heads up! Plurk is