Night market food poisoning, to the point where I had a WBC count of 16k, and a CRP of 4.22, while throwing up every half hour.
Shit, I'm so sorry. Arastoph meant to poison the half-elf! :(
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Maybe the real plot was the friends we made along the way.
[Last Updated: February 1, 2025]I'm too old for this shit and I have learned not to share too much of my personal life on the internet. I earned a 4-year English degree, work as an English and writing tutor at a local college, a communications copywriter for a non-profit, and I'm a development editor at an academic publishing company. That means I word good.
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Shit, I'm so sorry. Arastoph meant to poison the half-elf! :(
I'm here, I just can't do anything.
Sorry for the sloppy post, by the way. I was in a hurry and wanted to help move things along seeing as how there hasn't been a post in almost a day before then.
Arastoph rolled his eyes as, once again, a transaction was intruded upon. It wasn't just any transaction either, but a contract! That would make great strides in benefiting the party to all here (aside himself) belonged to. And this little girl had the audacity to intrude upon adult matters as though she had any right to?
The boot was worth more than she was!
"Exactly, you little goblin." He said as his smooth tone gradually dripped with venomous and seething contempt. "You do not know me, nor do you trust me; and by extent, do not know what I would do to you if you dare to try that again."
Arastoph caught himself in the midst of his threat, and quickly bound to recover himself.
"...Though as once a father, I could not possibly bring myself to do the likes of which. A hypothetical. That said... you are sorely in need of discipline. To which I would leave the responsibility to the... inarticulate one. If you think I would allow a child to possess any sort of your party's spending power, I'm afraid you are mistaken."
'Then again, the simpering, defective imbecile is probably the reason behind her infantile tantrums.'
In addition to the abhorrent cretin of a human child, the paladin ushered an end to their negotiations which Arastoph had felt was weighed quite considerably in their favor. Carver insisted that negotiations may be finished another time while they packed up and pressed on towards the other town.
'What a shame; we were almost finished.'
Carver praised his skills, but scolded his morality - living up to the stereotype of the rigid moral enforcer, and that his way of living was the one and only way of doing so. However, what had to be the most amusing part of his lecture was what he perceived to be Arastoph's motives! He deducted mere, simple greed! Nay, that was not the case for him; obsession with the mundane, terrestrial concept of currency was not where his heart lies. Rather, it was simply a tool and method of power for him to exert over the less powerful. But as for why this particular path was taken... needless to say, it had nothing to do with worshiping gold coins.
"Surely, Sir Carver," Arastoph mused, "you don't think me to be so shallow and banal to be bothered with something as trivial as greed?"
"I am not so frivolous," he continued. A sly smile has stretched over his face as his eyes turned to the corner upon hearing the oracle's warning of one of their own ranks attempting to slip out unnoticed.
"From the sounds of things, I may not be the one you should be suspicious of, good knight. At least I have been upfront with my business."
The boot was worth more than she was!
"Exactly, you little goblin." He said as his smooth tone gradually dripped with venomous and seething contempt. "You do not know me, nor do you trust me; and by extent, do not know what I would do to you if you dare to try that again."
Arastoph caught himself in the midst of his threat, and quickly bound to recover himself.
"...Though as once a father, I could not possibly bring myself to do the likes of which. A hypothetical. That said... you are sorely in need of discipline. To which I would leave the responsibility to the... inarticulate one. If you think I would allow a child to possess any sort of your party's spending power, I'm afraid you are mistaken."
'Then again, the simpering, defective imbecile is probably the reason behind her infantile tantrums.'
In addition to the abhorrent cretin of a human child, the paladin ushered an end to their negotiations which Arastoph had felt was weighed quite considerably in their favor. Carver insisted that negotiations may be finished another time while they packed up and pressed on towards the other town.
'What a shame; we were almost finished.'
Carver praised his skills, but scolded his morality - living up to the stereotype of the rigid moral enforcer, and that his way of living was the one and only way of doing so. However, what had to be the most amusing part of his lecture was what he perceived to be Arastoph's motives! He deducted mere, simple greed! Nay, that was not the case for him; obsession with the mundane, terrestrial concept of currency was not where his heart lies. Rather, it was simply a tool and method of power for him to exert over the less powerful. But as for why this particular path was taken... needless to say, it had nothing to do with worshiping gold coins.
"Surely, Sir Carver," Arastoph mused, "you don't think me to be so shallow and banal to be bothered with something as trivial as greed?"
"I am not so frivolous," he continued. A sly smile has stretched over his face as his eyes turned to the corner upon hearing the oracle's warning of one of their own ranks attempting to slip out unnoticed.
"From the sounds of things, I may not be the one you should be suspicious of, good knight. At least I have been upfront with my business."
Ah, please forgive me. I didn't know Des' first language was Klingon. :(
jIlajneS. ghIj qet jaghmeyjaj!
jIlajneS. ghIj qet jaghmeyjaj!
Arastoph looked down at the gnome with intrigue. Well, the little guy was getting a few factors wrong (such as the children; Arastoph did not count them as legible for shares of loot, and ideally, would be put in an orphanage in another town while these people continued their travels), and that part of deal had little to do with finding loot, but the leftover gold that became a remainder after a trade, but the merchant was surprised that he was starting to catch on to what was happening. Arastoph admits that he underestimated the wee one's intelligence, even if its actual value was just a little above what he expected.
"Not quite," he said, but his voice seemed to gleam with approval, "for instance, I wasn't counting children when distributing shares. Ideally, they'd be dropped at an orphanage at the next town... but you certainly are making strides just by watching."
Of course, this pleasant demeanor wasn't much more than a facade. While it was interesting that the little gnome learned quickly, he didn't have any interest in putting the thing under his tutelage.
"Not quite," he said, but his voice seemed to gleam with approval, "for instance, I wasn't counting children when distributing shares. Ideally, they'd be dropped at an orphanage at the next town... but you certainly are making strides just by watching."
Of course, this pleasant demeanor wasn't much more than a facade. While it was interesting that the little gnome learned quickly, he didn't have any interest in putting the thing under his tutelage.
@The Wanderer@Spoopy Scary Des is starting to get confused with all your words.
If amnesia is the reason Des doesn't understand simple words such as "stars", "money", or "enemies", I'm surprised Des even remembers how to talk.
Arastoph has the coolest mark.
Ah, yeah, I must have missed that. Grumble grumble, wasting time on posts, grumble grumble.
Bah. A mile was far away enough.
Arastoph gazed at the engineer as though he were a bored man, slightly annoyed at the engineers insistence of his own term. Beginning his terms at catching Arastoph's offer concerning personal trades, and then a measly one hundred piece monthly payment, and just a twenty-five percent share of profit made through his transactions. While yes, the job was to make this man's party some money, the point of the arrangement is to allow Arastoph to profiteer off some of trades. However, he could use the engineer's offer to his own advantage.
"Ah, caught that, did you?" Arastoph asked simply and slightly annoyed. "Fair enough. Excluding this section of our contract, no personal trades between me and a separate individual of your party are under this contract's jurisdiction."
The corner of Arastoph's mouth curled up into a smirk. "And I recommend that if you want the best results, two hundred piece monthly payments is the best deal I could offer you... I could make your party that much - and perhaps more - in a week. I will accept your offer of twenty-five percent of the profits made upon your behalf, but if the amount divided between your party is not equal to a base amount of coins, I will claim the total remainder of those percentages. It would keep things fair among the members of your party and prevent money from being wasted."
Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure if that was something the engineer would understand.
"A person cannot claim ten point seventy-five pieces. You can not just claim seventy-five percent of a gold piece. If the seven of you were to receive that much, I'd take the percentages that do not add up to a base number and add them up together, where I would receive the total of the number equal to the highest solid number. In this example, I would receive five pieces."
Arastoph gazed at the engineer as though he were a bored man, slightly annoyed at the engineers insistence of his own term. Beginning his terms at catching Arastoph's offer concerning personal trades, and then a measly one hundred piece monthly payment, and just a twenty-five percent share of profit made through his transactions. While yes, the job was to make this man's party some money, the point of the arrangement is to allow Arastoph to profiteer off some of trades. However, he could use the engineer's offer to his own advantage.
"Ah, caught that, did you?" Arastoph asked simply and slightly annoyed. "Fair enough. Excluding this section of our contract, no personal trades between me and a separate individual of your party are under this contract's jurisdiction."
The corner of Arastoph's mouth curled up into a smirk. "And I recommend that if you want the best results, two hundred piece monthly payments is the best deal I could offer you... I could make your party that much - and perhaps more - in a week. I will accept your offer of twenty-five percent of the profits made upon your behalf, but if the amount divided between your party is not equal to a base amount of coins, I will claim the total remainder of those percentages. It would keep things fair among the members of your party and prevent money from being wasted."
Now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure if that was something the engineer would understand.
"A person cannot claim ten point seventy-five pieces. You can not just claim seventy-five percent of a gold piece. If the seven of you were to receive that much, I'd take the percentages that do not add up to a base number and add them up together, where I would receive the total of the number equal to the highest solid number. In this example, I would receive five pieces."
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