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Fuzzy Necromancer Captain
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 Posted: Mon May 12, 2008 10:52 pm
(are you serious about that translcendental? Cuz if you are, I'm gonna come up with a weird effect for it o=)
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 7:27 am
(I think I'm gonna wait and see what effect fuzzy makes happen before I post more action)
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 8:22 am
((Roll a d100 and refer to the DMG! ::Makes nerdy snorting noise.: smile )
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:05 am
Rachel starts to feel a sharp, cramping pain in her stomach, as if she was being jump-kicked by a midget. Her jaw feels loose and numb, and her mouth starts to hang slack and drool. She finds she has a limited degree of control over her lips and tongue. A strong pressure is also starting to build in her aching lower regions.
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Fuzzy Necromancer Captain
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:47 am
She groans in pain, a sound made all the more inhuman by her lack of control over her mouth.
"Ugh... whuh'th hupenneng..."
She drops the fruit from her hand as she falls to the ground and curls up in a ball, trying to will away the pain.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:56 am
Taralina panics and backs away from her, unsure of what to do. In the tribe, shamans had dealt with the bad spirits in fruits and berries that made people sick, and she was not one of them.
Several feet away, the fish continued to simmer, frying.
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Fuzzy Necromancer Captain
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 1:54 pm
The cramps in Rachel's stomach eased to a numb ache. Her jaw felt loose and, floppy, as if the bones in her mouth were made of rubber. Her whole digestive track churned and shuddered, loose and elastic. Her intestines were rumbling, and she felt a desperate need to find a port-a-potty, or at least a broad-leafed bush.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 9:50 pm
As the pain subsides slightly and the new urges kick in, Rachel stumbles to her feet and runs for the nearest bush, her jaw flopping back and forth as she goes.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:12 pm
Taralina continued to watch on in stoic helplessness, and Korchaw, picking up her apprehension, shuffled uneasily and snorted.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:22 pm
After a long and embarrassing time, Rachel's bowls had stopped going off like an Outback Steakhouse dessert special*. Her jaw was back in place, and she had regained control of her oral functions, but it still felt oddly loose, like it was ready to unhinge at a moment's notice
*chocolate thunder from down under
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Fuzzy Necromancer Captain
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 8:22 am
Rachel comes back from behind the bush, her face a bright shade of red. Her hands massage her jaw, trying to figure out why it still feels so odd.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 8:37 am
For her part, Taralina wasn't particularly grossed out, only concerned.
"Feel better? Bad fruit flush out?"
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 9:02 am
"My jaw still feels kind of weird... but other than that I'm fine."
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 10:57 am
Taralina nodded wisely, despite the fact that she had no idea what was going on. With the emergency over, she tentatively returned to the fish she was frying, although now they were looking a little overcooked.
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 12:22 pm
Rachel continues to massage her jaw as she sits down near the fire, waiting for the fish. She feels quite famished, especially since the fruit seems to have cleared out everything in her entire digestive tract, leaving her stomach entirely empty.
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