BigRob Posted December 19, 2003 Share Posted December 19, 2003 Another poll looms on the horizon! This one is about Aklon's stories. Being the world traveller that he is, Aklon's seen a lot of stuff. And I'm now coming up to the talks regarding his travels and the tales he's heard. So, when you ask about his travels, how long would you prefer that he jabber on about them? Bear in mind that some stories will be long and some will be short by their nature, but what length, generally do people prefer? Link to comment
Bri Posted December 19, 2003 Author Share Posted December 19, 2003 Darn, there isn't one for vulgar and limerick ;-) Link to comment
BigRob Posted December 19, 2003 Share Posted December 19, 2003 There once was a man from Nantuckett.... Link to comment
CamDawg Posted December 19, 2003 Share Posted December 19, 2003 Are we talking about love talks or banters? Link to comment
BigRob Posted December 19, 2003 Share Posted December 19, 2003 PC initiated talks mostly. There are stories in the Lovetalks (both long and short) and the banters may contain a few, but I'm mostly concerned with the stories that Aklon tells when you ask things like: "So, what's it like over in Kara-Tur?" Link to comment
CamDawg Posted December 19, 2003 Share Posted December 19, 2003 I think it would depend on the progress in the romance. I don't want Aklon rambling from day 1--that's Jan's job. The further you get along, it makes sense for Aklon to start using the dance remixes. Link to comment
BevH Posted December 19, 2003 Share Posted December 19, 2003 I, too, think it should depend on how far along the romance is. I mean, you don't want him to bore her to tears right off the bat. Link to comment
BigRob Posted December 19, 2003 Share Posted December 19, 2003 And now, a dissertation on the properties of common clay, it's uses and dangers...... Aklon tries not to waffle, if he can help it. Perhaps I should keep the "start short and end up comlpex" method for both romanced and non-romanced PCs alike. Link to comment
Bri Posted December 24, 2003 Author Share Posted December 24, 2003 Dreams are waves upon the sea Children play on their shores Oblivious to fate Link to comment
BigRob Posted December 24, 2003 Share Posted December 24, 2003 Poetic. However, time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so. Link to comment
khayman Posted April 15, 2004 Share Posted April 15, 2004 Umm where`s the 'I want a TEN thousand page novel written into every dialogue!!!' option? Link to comment
BigRob Posted April 15, 2004 Share Posted April 15, 2004 In my unseemly haste, I forgot to add it to the poll. I shall now be forced to tear off my own head in shame for this regrettable oversight. Thank you. Link to comment
jester Posted April 15, 2004 Share Posted April 15, 2004 In my unseemly haste, I forgot to add it to the poll. You had it coming wqith this poll BigRob. But you didn't want to finish him tomorow anyway, right? Link to comment
Grim Squeaker Posted April 15, 2004 Share Posted April 15, 2004 Charname: Can you tell me an epic story? Aklon: Very well, <CHARNAME>. *clears his throat* When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton. Bilbo was very rich and very peculiar, and had been the wonder of the Shire for sixty years, ever since his remarkable dis- appearance and unexpected return. The riches he had brought back from his travels had now become a local legend, and it was popularly believed, whatever the old folk might say, that the Hill at Bag End was full of tunnels stuffed with treasure. And if that was not enough for fame, there was also his prolonged vigour to marvel at. Time wore on, but it seemed to have little effect on Mr. Baggins. At ninety he was much the same as at fifty. At ninety-nine they began to call him well-preserved; but unchanged would have been nearer the mark. There were some that shook their heads and thought this was too much of a good thing; it seemed unfair that anyone should possess (apparently) perpetual youth as well as (reputedly) inexhaustible wealth. 'It will have to be paid for,' they said. 'It isn't natural, and trouble will come of it! But so far trouble had not come; and as Mr. Baggins was generous with his money, most people were willing to forgive him his oddities and his good fortune. He remained on visiting terms with his relatives (except, of course, the Sackville-Bagginses), and he had many devoted admirers among the hobbits of poor and unimportant families. But he had no close friends, until some of his younger cousins began to grow up. The eldest of these, and Bilbo's favourite, was young Frodo Baggins. When Bilbo was ninety-nine he adopted Frodo as his heir, and brought him to live at Bag End; and the hopes of the Sackville-Bagginses were finally dashed. Bilbo and Frodo happened to have the same birthday, September 22nd. 'You had better come and live here, Frodo my lad,' said Bilbo one day; 'and then we can celebrate our birthday-parties comfortably together.' At that time Frodo was still in his tweens, as the hobbits called the irresponsible twenties between childhood and coming of age at thirty-three. Twelve more years passed. Each year the Bagginses had given very lively combined birthday-parties at Bag End; but now it was understood that something quite exceptional was being planned for that autumn. Bilbo was going to be eleventy-one, 111, a rather curious number, and a very respectable age for a hobbit (the Old Took himself had only reached 130); and Frodo was going to be thirty-three, 33, an important number: the date of his 'coming of age'. Tongues began to wag in Hobbiton and Bywater; and rumour of the coming event travelled all over the Shire. The history and character of Mr. Bilbo Baggins became once again the chief topic of conversation; and the older folk suddenly found their reminiscences in welcome demand. No one had a more attentive audience than old Ham Gamgee, commonly known as the Gaffer. He held forth at The Ivy Bush, a small inn on the Bywater road; and he spoke with some authority, for he had tended the garden at Bag End for forty years, and had helped old Holman in the same job before that. Now that he was himself growing old and stiff in the joints, the job was mainly carried on by his youngest son, Sam Gamgee. Both father and son were on very friendly terms with Bilbo and Frodo. They lived on the Hill itself, in Number 3 Bagshot Row just below Bag End. 'A very nice well-spoken gentlehobbit is Mr. Bilbo, as I've always said, the Gaffer declared. With perfect truth: for Bilbo was very polite to him, calling him 'Master Hamfast', and consulting him constantly upon the growing of vegetables-in the matter of 'roots', especially potatoes, the Gaffer was recognized as the leading authority by all in the neighbourhood (including himself). 'But what about this Frodo that lives with him?' asked Old Noakes of Bywater. 'Baggins is his name, but he's more than half a Brandybuck, they say. It beats me why any Baggins of Hobbiton should go looking for a wife away there in Buckland, where folks are so queer. 'And no wonder they're queer,' put in Daddy Twofoot (the Gaffer's next-door neighbour), 'if they live on the wrong side of the Brandywine River, and right agin the Old Forest. That's a dark bad place, if half the tales be true. 'You're right, Dad!' said the Gaffer. 'Not that the Brandybucks of Buckland live in the Old Forest; but they're a queer breed, seemingly. They fool about with boats on that big river-and that isn't natural. Small wonder that trouble came of it, I say. But be that as it may, Mr. Frodo is as nice a young hobbit as you could wish to meet. Very much like Mr. Bilbo, and in more than looks. After all his father was a Baggins. A decent respectable hobbit was Mr. Drogo Baggins; there was never much to tell of him, till he was drowned... Link to comment
jester Posted April 15, 2004 Share Posted April 15, 2004 No, prob with multisay... So I have read somewhere. Link to comment
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