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Started 4/18/18 by PTG (anotherPTG); 306373 views.
Randytb

From: Randytb

Jul-19

JEN LETS OUT AN EAR SPLITTING SCREAM CAP STOP LOOKING AT MY BEAUTIFUL BOOBIESS AND GET THESE FRIGGIN CUFFS OFF OF ME.

SHE IS BAWLING LIKE A BABY ABOUT HER OUTFIT THAT IS LITERALLY IN RAGS AND JUST BARELY HANGING ON IF THE WIND PICKS UP SHE WILL BE IN HER BIRTHDAY SUITE,

HERE AS I WRAP M  SHIRT AROUND HER SHOULDERS AND SAY TAKE ANGEL AND YOU TO GO ON A SHOPPING SPREE ON ME

OMG DID I SAY THAT??? OH I AM GOING TO BE SO SORRY I SAID THAT TO LATE NOW I CAN NOT TAKE IT BACK AND THEY ARE ALREADY HALF WAY THERE ***** GROAN**********

BEFORE I CAN GET TO MY COTTAGE AND HAVE A STIFF DRINK I AM JUMPED ON FROM BEHIND ,,, KNOCKED TO THE GROUND AND BEATEN WITH MY OWN SHIRT..... WTFFFFFFFFFFFFF\

I GRAB A SPITING BITING SLAPPING JEN AND THROW HER OFF OF ME AND YELL WTF JEN YOU TOTALLY LOST ??? THAT BLAST BLEW WHAT LILL BRAIN YOU HAVE CLEAN OUT YOUR EARS????

NO YOU $%^&*()_)(*(&&^%$#$%^&*()_+_)(*&^%$ CRAZY IDJIT VERY FUNNY ********** NOT******************

WE GET TO THE SHOP ALL EXCITED AND TELL KAILEY HERE IT;S ON DA CAP.

I WAS HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE NEW STOCK HAD JUST COME IN AND OH THE BUBBLES AND BANGLES ARE TO DIE FOR BUT CAN I GET THEM?????? NO NO NO NO I WAS TOLD THAT YOU YOU YOU EVIL SKUNK CALLED AND TOLD KAIELY I WAS CUT OFF FROM USING YOU CREDIT CARD I CAN NOT EVEN HAV A BUTTON SO WHATS UP FUNNY MAN ?? YOU STILL HOLDING A GRUDGE???

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME AND SHE TOOK A SWING AT ME.

I HAVE NO IDEA IN HELL WHAT YOU ARE SAYING I NEVER EVEN SPOKE TO HER IN A FEW MONTHS....COME ON I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON.

I HEAR A ROAR OF LAUGHTER PTG JUST AS I THOUGHT.

WE REACH THE SHOP AND I YELL AT KAIELY WHAT IN HELL ??

WHO TOLD YOU TO CUT JEN FRON MY CARD?

WELL YOU DID AND NO NEED TO YELL AT ME.....NO ARE YOU SURE I HAVE NO REASON?? WHO CALLED??? YOU SHE SAID

REALLY WHEN HAVE I EVER CALLED YOU VIA THE AMULET??

I WILL BET YOU A BAG OF DIAMONDS YOU HEARD AN ENGLISH ACCENT???

WELL A SOFT ONE BUT I THOUGHT,,,,, I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU THOUGHT IT WAS NOT ME AND BTY DID I GIVE THE SECRET WORD???

UM UMMM UM   NO NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT AND SHE HANGS HER HEAD SAYING I AM SO SORRY CAPTAIN RANDY PLEASE LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU BY GIVING THE GIRLS WHAT THEY WANT AMD I WILL KNOCK OF 50 NO 60% OF YHE BILL..

DEAL AND NEVER MAKE THAT MUSTAKE AGAIN.

OKAY LADIES IT IS ALL YOURS/

YELPS AND SCREAMS OF DELIGHT FOLLOW ME OUT THE DOOR

MAN I NEED A DRINK BEFORE I GET PTG.

Jenifer (Zarknorph)
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From: Jenifer (Zarknorph)

Jul-19

I sigh.

"Well, there's that jail break plot line ruined."

I kick Captain Randy in the nuts, grab a case of beer and head back to the Vikings.

PTG (anotherPTG)

From: PTG (anotherPTG)

Jul-20

From the few off-the-cuff remarks, smirks and grins by the diminutive builders I gather that our partner Jen has caused them to pile new heaps of diamonds and gold from the Capn’s coffers because of her explosive predilection with dynamite.

What is more worrying is that she has completely depleted our stock of the stuff and we are all now virtually defenceless if attacked by anything bigger than Opel’s spoon!

It is all very well to close off all the tunnels, but that does not stop an attack on the surface and my intelligence gathering showed me the vast extent of our foes that have already flowed through the portals.

My “inner ear” now tells me that Jen has set off in a huff for Viking lands with a largish quantity of XXX Ale in tow.

Now I may be a bit naïve but even I would not care to be a young(ish) maiden bedecked in Kayley’s latest finery and in charge of quantities of ale when traversing that bleak landscape.

For a start she will get frostbite and secondly the ale may freeze and explode, which is not the sort of bang that she will enjoy. Also I am sure she will be the unwelcome recipient of somewhat lusty attentions of large horned and bearded ruffians wielding axes!

But how to defend her?

I dare not leave the confines of the Tea Room now that I have only just returned or our dear Cap’n will be apoplectic yet once again.

From the air she will be almost invisible to our friendly dragons to pluck out of this frozen landscape.

I do not know the route she has taken, nor can I find Charlie in order to borrow a tracker dog.

Ah yes! Of course.

We have the rabbits.

I scuttle into the newly restored kitchen and scrounge a few large carrots before returning with my vegetarian prizes to the brown bundles of fur in the corner of the Tea Room.

I fix a note (with a pencil attached) to the rabbit who I think may be the offspring to Hoppy.

My crow can do inter species conversations, so I tell it to follow and find Jen.

Then the rabbit willgive her the note, and I await a reply before taking any further action

The rabbit understands me and hops off down the hill!

PTG (anotherPTG)

From: PTG (anotherPTG)

Jul-20

I settle down to a freshly brewed cup of hong cha and one of the kitchen’s famous meat pies, all steaming and hot from the oven. The smell is almost overpowering but I contain myself and only take a small bite. I do not want to burn my mouth through over eagerness!

I am just biting into the tender crisp crust to savour the contained meat juices when I get a message from my pet crow.

“Your fashionista friend is being followed and so is your rabbit

“What shall I do? Attack a very bedraggled male hot footing it below or pluck the rabbit from the path?”

The picture in my mind’s eye shows me that it is the foe who is called Tarquin who is following and obviously he still wants revenge and pecuniary reward by imprisoning my unruly partner.

I shudder to think what will happen if Jen decides that she is thirsty!

I reflect on how another contact with those two could end up and smile!

“Do nothing at the moment, but keep me informed”

Randytb

From: Randytb

Jul-20

BENT OVER ROLLING OH THE FLOOR FAMILY JEWELS IN MY HAND ON FIRE WITH THE DEEPEST GUT WRENCHING PAIN EVER INVENTED AND TEARS FLOWING DOWN MY CHEEKS BURNING MY FRESH SCAR.

JEN HIT A BULLS EYE WITH HER STEEL TIPPED STILETTO O AM SIRE THAT MY LILL SWIMMERS ARE ALL BELLY UP .

OH JEN YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS,,, OOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGG THAT IS IF AND WHEN I CAN MOVE,,, GET UP... STAND AND WALK

I HEAR VIA THE AMULET SHE IS HEADING TO THE VICKIMGS PLAY GROUND LOADED DOWN AND SOON TO BE LOADED WITH A HUGS STASH OF XXXX ALE,

WELL NOW WE SHALL SEE JUST HOW FAR OUR LILL BLOWER UPPER MAKES IT.

FROST ********* RIDER***********

JEN IS HEADED YOUR WAY MAKE SURE SHE DOES NOT MAKE IT TO THE VIKINGS AND IN PAY BACK FOR THIS PAIN DROP HER ON THE SHORE OF THE HARBOR RIGHT BESIDE TARQUIN  HE WILL BE SOOOOOOOOO HAPPY TO SEE HER LOL OUCH LOL OWIE.

OPEL COMES RUNNING WITH AN ICE BUCKET AND HELPS ME TO MY CHAIR,,,, WHAT IN HELL DO YOU WANT ME TO DO OPEL SIT IN THE BUCKET????

NO YOU BLOODY IDJIT AS SHE WRAPS ICE IN A RAG AND SLAPS IT BETWEEN MY LEGS

OOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG I ALMOST PASS OUT.

NOW HUSH YA FACE AND HOLD IT THERE OR YOU WILL GIVE A NEW MEANING TO * BLUE B***S

SHE ALSO PUTS A BOTTLE OF HONEY RUM DOWN ON THE TABLE BUT I GRAB IT BEFORE IT GETS THERE AND SWIG ALMOST HALF DOWN.

BELLY WARM .. HEAD FUZZY AND THE UNGODLY PAIN TURNING INTO A DULL ACHE.

********** RIDER********* YES FROST?

PACKAGE DELIVERED.......... GREAT NEWS NOW GO PLAY . THAT BE DA HONEY RUM TALKIN

I TURN UP MY AMULET AND HEAR THE VOICES CLEAR AS A BELL

JEN #$%^&*())_+_)(*&^% AND HER RANTS AND VOWS TO SKIN ME ALIVE ARE MUSIC TO MY EARS .

AND WOW SHE DOES NOT NEED TNT SHE CAN BLOW YOU UP WITH THAT MOUTH.

* SNICKER SNICKER** AS TARQUIN GREETS JEN WITH HIS MOUTH FULL OF ROTTEN TEETH

I THOUGHT I LOST YOU BUT THE GODS HAVE SMILED ON ME AND HAND DELIVERED YOU TO ME.

YOU ARE UNDER ARREST AND FACE LIFE IN THE DUNGEON OH AND I CAN ADD THEFT TO YOU MANY CHARGES AS HE SLAPS THE CUFFS ON.

JEN *SIGHS * COME ON BUDDY CAN WE WORK THIS OUT OVER A COLD ONE?

SHUT UP WENCH OR I WILL GAG YOU AS WELL.

* SIGH* GUESS I AM OFF TO JAIL NO GETTING OUT OF THIS ONE.

JEN SCREAMS CAP YOU ARE DEAD MEAT AND PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

Jenifer (Zarknorph)
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From: Jenifer (Zarknorph)

Jul-21

Something is afoot.

This is NOT Tarquin.

He would never refer to any woman as a "wench", as that is a derogatory term for any female.  He would not even presume that I choose to identify as female!

And Tarquin has excellent oral hygiene.

The cuffs around my wrist are not regulation, and "Tarquin" has not informed me of any of my civil rights, while lecturing me on those that have none.

And where the hell am I?

I could see the friendly, welcoming waves of my Viking friends - even the Berserker, who has always been difficult to strike up a conversation with. 

And then they were gone.  Or I was.  Now I am by a lake being arrested by someone claiming to be Castle Security.

I sigh "Guess I'm off to jail and not getting out of this one".  I need to buy myself time to figure this out.  And fighting will not bring me answers.

Overhead I see Frosty flying away.

What has that IDJIT done?!  He sends me off to blow stuff up at a moments notice, disregarding me when I have no use, and sabotages any attempt I make to carve out a plot for myself.

And now he has thrown me into an unknown place, with an unknown assailant with terrible breath and a motive completely ulterior to law and order.

"CAP! YOU ARE DEAD MEAT AND-"

Right before I lose consciousness a thought runs through my mind.

What happened to the real Tarquin?

PTG (anotherPTG)

From: PTG (anotherPTG)

Jul-21

In my mind’s eye I am aware of an urgent conversation going on between my two pets.

My beautiful owl is practically incohent with its “coos” and “clicks” while even the crow seems to be squawking in a very un-crow like fashion.

Eventually matters calm down and the crow opens up to me.

“We have lost her!”

“Who is ‘her’?” I ask

“Your bauble bedecked friend

“One minute she was careering on a somewhat irregular manner down to the Vikings and the next moment: POOF! She was gone.

“The rabbit  tracking her has just disappeared down the nearest rabbit hole and the pursuer you call Tarquin has just come up over the rise huffing and puffing.

“He is now jumping up and down incoherent with rage, calling on all his gods to help him find her again!”

Something is afoot!

PTG (anotherPTG)

From: PTG (anotherPTG)

Jul-21

Well! She can’t just suddenly disappear into thin air. There must be some clue as to what happened.

Unfortunately with all of Tarquin’s current ranting and ravings any such evidence will soon be gone.

Direct action is called for.

I take my broom out of the new garment’s pocket.

“Expand into my luxurious charabanc – the kind I am accustomed to when being transported about the Realm.

“I now need some fire-crackers as a diversion. So off you go and find me some.”

Soon it returns with a cushion full of the little whizz-bangs.

I climb aboard.

“Take me to the rise just behind Tarquin and prepare for a hasty retreat”

I dismount and lay a trail of the fire-crackers back down the hill. They end in a huge snow drift. This I stamp about a bit and make as if someone has recently tunnelled into it.

I light the end fuse and scuttle back to my chariot.

Skedaddle pronto!

I soar up into the air and wait.

It is not long before Tarquin, now puce with rage, appears over the horizon and hurls himself into the snowdrift tunnel that I have just made.

Grasping at nothing!!

Dejected he looks around and sees nothing so marches back to his post muttering and cursing. Jen is NOT his favourite person at this moment!

Now it is safe for me to more closely examine the exact spot where Jen disappeared. I kneel down on the frozen ground for traces of any action.

To my surprise I feel a lump grow in my pocket as an ice cold bundle of fur chitters and chatters as it gets warm inside it. It is the Hoppy lookalike rabbit still with note and pencil attached.

My crow is now overhead

It tells me: “Your rabbit is very upset in having failed to accomplish its mission

“A cloud of magic gas descended on your female friend and she suddenly disappeared.

“No warning, and no one else was there or even near her.

“This is dark animal magic that I do not understand, human so I will return to the Tea Room”

And flies off leaving me with one shivering bundle of fur to warm up!

And me in a pickle.

We need a conference back at home base so I magicked my shoes and in a twinkle of an eye am once more sitting at the table in the Tea Room.

Jenifer (Zarknorph)
Host

From: Jenifer (Zarknorph)

Jul-22

I awake in the dark.

Did someone mention a pickle?

I wait for my eyes to adjust, but there is no light to focus on anywhere.

I grope the floor "Excuse me", and crawl gingerly forward.  Then I remember it has been a long time since I could get to a hairdresser, so I must resign myself to crawl in a more brunette fashion.

The floor is hard dirt, and fairly even.  I finally reach a wall.  Rocky.  I can't tell if it is constructed or natural.  But it is not Stallone or wearing tight gold shorts.

I am barefoot and my clothes are in tatters, but I am not cold.

Am I dead again?

I slowly stand, then reach upward.  The ceiling is jagged rock.

I can hear a lone drip coming from somewhere in the distance.

A cave?

Are there caves beneath the tunnels?

And I just blew up the tunnels on the whim of an idiot.

"Aw crap".

There is no echo at all in my voice.  Odd.

Unless...

I have been sealed in.

My groping becomes more frantic, "So sorry!", as I hunt for any sign of an entry point.  "Forgive the double entendre!"

The wall soon becomes large stones, spilling down along the floor.  This must be it.

I cannot see.  I have no idea what will happen if I move just one stone.  I don't even know if I can.

Damned if I do, definitely damned if I don't.

I grope some more "Well, maybe you're acting a little slutty - there, I said it!" until I find a rock with a little wiggle.

I prepare my stance for a quick pivot, then grasp the stone as surely as I can.  With as much strength as I can muster I roll the rock toward me and jump to the right.

I hear it clunk pathetically to the dirt.  Then nothing.

"Oh for fuck's sake!"

A trickle of pebbles becomes a flow of stones and then a cascade of rocks.  I scramble further away and cover myself as best as I can. 

Dust and dirt fill the air, making me cough.  I remember to use my elbow.  I'd hate to be responsible for an epidemic.

Finally things settle and I can see a sliver of light.

As elated as I am to have the illumination, it has unfortunately shown me the mammoth task ahead if I have any hope of clearing the path to my freedom.

I decide to rest and wait to see if the commotion was noticed by anyone I may not wish to meet on the other side of the cave-in.

PTG (anotherPTG)

From: PTG (anotherPTG)

Jul-22

Cap’n Bob is at present berating me for being stupid and showing lack of leadership!

“You have found nothing, have no thoughts about anything relevant and no plan for doing anything useful”.

That is a bit unfair!

I retort:

”I defy YOU to tell me where she is then! You were the one to give her the option to blow everything up!

“Let us sit down calmly and try to work out a time-line and then we may find out where she is at the moment.

“Angel, you get us a flip-chart and marker pen and we will try to work out the sequence of events”

She scuttles off to her cubby hole which also serves as a stationary cupboard and is soon back with her tools of the trade.

”Now first of all Cap’n – what did YOU do?”

All I get as an answer is a load of incohent expletives on how our partner blew up everything up ON HIS INSTRUCTIONS and caused the gnomes to rub their hands with glee at the thought of all the extra paid work at HIS expense!

“OK! Now for Jen’s part in all this. What happened next?”

The Cap’n is still in full flow and continues

“When she emerged from the bowels of the earth having ‘tidied up’ part of them, she was not well pleased when denied a replacement set of clothes at Kayley’s because of YOUR trick!

“She did not object to the fact that Charlie had miscalculated the amount of explosive to be installed in one place!”

“It is not MY fault Kayley refused to serve her with replacement clothing. THAT was your doing PTG!

“She then went off in a huff because she thought we did not value her talents sufficiently

“It is also NOT MY Fault that some prison guards happened by pure chance to be around when she emerged from that hole and was caught and incarcerated after a very vociferous altercation with one of them”.

Now we are getting to the interesting bit!

I get hold of the marker pen and scribble on the chart: NEXT!

“After a while the guard arresting her emerged and was pounced on by Frosty and dumped in the eel’s moat, which the builders have recently widened into a small lake.

“Shortly afterwards a VERY disgruntled Jen replete with convicts clothing slunk back out of the guards tunnel and hot footed it over the hill.

“Before being captured she had had the foresight to hide her stache of XXXX Ale and this she now retrieved.

“She had a ‘few jars’ to strengthen her resolve, replete with burps and other flatulent noises, gathered up her belongings and fled towards Valhalla.

“This is where I took over and sent the Hoppy-lookalike complete with note and pencil after her"

And we all know what happened next, or do we?

"On her way there she simply vanished in the snow and ice with our guard Tarquin in hot pursuit. but did NOT disappear but continued to search for her.

"Frosty and the other dragons were elsewhere as they had 'done their job' on the guard"

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