Zelgadis understood pushy merchants, but this was a big ridiculous. It didn't help that this one had just made a comment about how everyone had someone, with the unspoken, even people like you. "Now, I'm definitely not- hey!" Despite Zelgadis's gloves, the merchant had slipped a ring onto his finger, and he was now careening across the street, pulled by whatever force the ring was producing.
"I am not coming back to pay for this!" As warnings go, it was loud, yet confusing. feel free to either be the target, or just someone in the way of Zelgadis's date with destiny.
Prompt E -- 2
it was pretty easy to be unhappy when one had unexpectedly taken a trip into the sewers, especially when these ones were particularly disgusting in Zelgadis's experience, and and his foul mood was creating environmental effects that played merry hell with his magic. He had been able to wade through the muck, even if he couldn't get off the ground, but now it felt like it was moving through sand. "And now I'm stuck. Have any ideas?"
Prompt F -- 1 You know what does feel good? Being a swashbuckler. After tucking some sleep grenades into his belt, and checking to make sure the rope could take his weight, Zelgadis was swinging over, sword drawn and hoping to unnerve any bandits. Sure, he could stand back and cast spells, but he's not sure these idiots are worth the magical expenditure. "Come on. There's no where to go on an airship."
Zelgadis Graywords | Slayers
Zelgadis understood pushy merchants, but this was a big ridiculous. It didn't help that this one had just made a comment about how everyone had someone, with the unspoken, even people like you. "Now, I'm definitely not- hey!" Despite Zelgadis's gloves, the merchant had slipped a ring onto his finger, and he was now careening across the street, pulled by whatever force the ring was producing.
"I am not coming back to pay for this!" As warnings go, it was loud, yet confusing. feel free to either be the target, or just someone in the way of Zelgadis's date with destiny.
Prompt E -- 2
it was pretty easy to be unhappy when one had unexpectedly taken a trip into the sewers, especially when these ones were particularly disgusting in Zelgadis's experience, and and his foul mood was creating environmental effects that played merry hell with his magic. He had been able to wade through the muck, even if he couldn't get off the ground, but now it felt like it was moving through sand. "And now I'm stuck. Have any ideas?"
Prompt F -- 1
You know what does feel good? Being a swashbuckler. After tucking some sleep grenades into his belt, and checking to make sure the rope could take his weight, Zelgadis was swinging over, sword drawn and hoping to unnerve any bandits. Sure, he could stand back and cast spells, but he's not sure these idiots are worth the magical expenditure. "Come on. There's no where to go on an airship."