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| Oh, look, they’ve
come upon a wandering monster.
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You know, statistically,
women party members are the ones that are most likely to- |
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| suggest parlay,
to try to placate the monsters before- |
WOW! She
REALLY aced that initiative roll, didn’t she? |
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| Let’s step out
in the middle of the action scene and go to our analyst for
the situation so far. Annie? |
Well, you see
that the fan favorites, Prince Charming and his party, have made the least
progress. They are, for all intents and purposes, in last place. |
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| What about Steele’s
team? |
They made measurable progress before they shut down completely and lie, now, dead to the world and helpless before the smallest foe. They’re still ahead of Charming’s team. |
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| What does that
say about Charming’s chances to rescue The Princess? |
Well, there’s more
princesses in the Anthrax Shaft than you could toss a dwarf at,
so his overall chances of rescuing SOME princess remain a non-zero
sum. But his chances of finding King Arthur’s Daughter aren’t doing
so well. |
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| Now, an all-woman
party is in the lead, so far, what do you suppose they’ll do
with The Princess if they rescue her? |
Couldn’t tell
you, Elle. Maybe they’ll recruit her, maybe they’ll demand some other
gift of equal value from Arthur instead of her hand in marriage. |
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| Now, where’s Arthur
in all of this? |
We’ve only gotten
a few sightings of Arthur, he seems to be taking the entire dungeon
slowly and carefully. |
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| He seems to be
taking the entire dungeon home in a sack. |
Yes, Arthur’s
always been one to find profit in the darkness. |
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| Elle, King Arthur’s
team has just been sighted in the break room on the 4th level.
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Look, I’m just saying the pretzels
are twice as expensive here as they were on level one. |
In the Below:
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| Alright,anyone else getting tired
of scraping lichen off the wall to make tea? |
Yes, but what ever shall we do? |
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| I say we get the heck outta here. |
But, there’s monsters out
there! Big ugly flesh eating talon tipped monsters. |
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| Just imagine that they’re all big ugly flesh eating talon
tipped corset designers... |
Grrrrrrrr. Grrrrrrrr.
Grrrrrrrr.
Grrrrrrrr.
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| …and
you’ll be okay. |
But,
they’ll be right after us? |
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| Well,
we split up, and make our way up, I’m sure the King is leading
a rescue even as we speak |
Lance,
bring us another round of sodas, if you please. |
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| So,
the first to find the rescuers helps lead them find all the other
girls. Heck there’s probably more than one team up there looking
for us! |
I, Prince Charming of Greater Treadmill, do hereby
declare that we have – -my heavens, are they dead? |
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| They’re breathing. |
I smell Sleep Trap gas number three. |
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| SQUIRE you idiot! Be careful, there’s a gas trap
somewhere around... |
<FSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!> Whoops.... |
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| Oh, bugger…. |
You know, <cough> I was almost 150 years
old before I learned <cough-cough> that ‘squire you idiot’ was
three words.. |
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We’ll probably trip over them on the way up! |
| Okay! Alright! Let’s do it! Grrrrrrrr. |
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In the Below:
Well, STILL in the Below, actually, but outside
where the princesses are imprisoned:
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| So anyway,
Ah sez to him, Ah’m a Flesh Golem, mate, not a bloody zombie.
So yer Charm Undead spell ain’t gonna affect nothing but the squashed
bits in me boot. |
Hurrr,
hurr, hurr. |
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Excuse me? |
Wh’t? |
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| There’s
no water coming from the tap. Could you have someone look into
it? Pretty please? |
Uh,
yeah, get right on it. . |
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| Alla damn time, gotta be off on some damned errand, fix this, find that, the pipes burst, the skeleton fell apart, they're outta torches… |
Hey, wait a minit… there no tap water in that dungeon. There
nothing but bucket water in that dungeon. HEY! |
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What? |
Huh? What
are you doin? |
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They said to ask for some clean towels, too. |
Fair
enough they’re on the ….beside the… damn, let’s go look for the
plumber, first, then some towels |
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| Monster rule #3,
the bigger they are, the quicker they fall for a blonde. And we’re
outta here. |
Okay, Blondes
to the north, Redheads disperse to the south, Brunettes filter
in an easterly direction and All Others go west! |
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| What sort of way is
that to divide the group? |
And what would you
suggest? |
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| Queens to the North, Princesses to the East, other Nobility to the South, and Commoners to the West. Assuming we agree that North is the likeliest direction to expect rescue? | Well, if we do it my
way, you're more likely to end up in a group with someone that can cook,
bind wounds or do your hair. Let's go. |
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| Um, do you think she meant natural
blondes go north, or everyone who's a blonde right now? |
Don't worry, dear. If it's important to you, you belong with the blondes. |
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| 'Kay. Thanks. |
Figures a blonde would ask that question. |
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