NPF Avatars Miniquest: The Promise of Free Food!

[Rhiya Ravenwing]

Not a lot of people understood the concept of seasons in Hell, save for a few denizens who scrutinize the bloodied horizons for a really long time. If it weren't for those unlucky bastards that were forced to stare at the horizon for all eternity for some bizarre reason as their eternal punishment, nobody would know it was Spring in Hell.

And Spring usually means picnics.

Rhiya was, surprisingly, quite busy. While Chibi-Arhiyaloveahra was busy romping around, one head looking at a piece of paper and the other searching frantically, the half-demoness was busy composing something on a smouldering piece of parchment (because paper is usually not flame-retardant enough down here).

"Dear __________," it started. Beside her, parchments unrolled as if by invisible hands, and words appeared, copying what Rhiya wrote. In the blank Rhiya left, a name was filled in, showing a considerable number of people being invited.
"You are cordially invited to attend a small picnic romping courtesy of Rhiya Ravenwing, local resident of Games and Roleplaying, Roleplaying district, #fantasy.
Destination will be a nice choice spot in Hell where we can watch the sunset, feast, and be entertained by sexy horned chicks in hotsprings, as well as other most enjoyable entertainment!
If you don't know the way to Hell, or just don't want to travel alone, please rendezvous at the Main Forum entrance 10am on Friday if you want to come for free food and entertainment!

Regards,
Rhiya Ravenwing

PS: Pedros. If you're coming, leave your blimp behind."

The moment her flourishing signature was completed, each parchment (and there was a lot of them) rolled up of their own accord and disappeared, sent to their designated recipient via the magic of PM.

"Rhiya-saaan," a little voice whined from behind her.
"I can't find the plasma gun you wanted me to take with you."
"Dummy!"Another voice, not very dissimilar to the first, chimed in.
" 's not plasma gun! 's chocolate bun. And see th' X and then th' number? That means many!"
"Ooooooooh! So you want me to take one, then many!"
"No! 18. Eighteen."
"What? Where? Ooooh I hate those teenagers, always plucking at my tail, pulling at my ribbon, gushing over how cute I loo-"
"NUMBER! Eighteen is a number!"

Rhiya sighed. It was hard organising a picnic when the only helper you had was a two-headed chibi dragon of DOOMlove.

~~~

The lure of free food was always a good ploy of getting people to come. Rhiya mused over this as she arrived at the meeting place early. Carried between her and Ch'arla was what appeared to be a very large picnic basket. Despite the dragon's small size, it didn't appear that the two had any trouble flying to the designated spot. However, the basket did seem to cause Ch'arla to overcommit her weight and landed clumsily, skidding comically a foot or so before both her heads planted firmly into the soft dirt. A muffled Ooomfh! sounded simultaneously from their little heads.

Rhiya, however, landed gracefully, carrying her basket daintily towards the nearest seat (which happened to be a bench) and sat down, waiting with her head resting delicately on her hand for the others.

[OOC: We'll be using the signup area for discussion until it runs out of pages.
For now... CHAOS, BEGIN!]

[FF fanboy]

Fanboy woke up, and strtched his legs arms, back etc, he went to his dresser, and put on one of his many thousands of identical outfits, he then went to brush his teeth hair, etc(which no one ever seems to do!) He then went to the door, and grabbed his buster sword, put on his leather jacket, and grabbed his pack of emergency supplies. Heading out the door he realized, that he had no idea why he had planned to go on this picnic to hell "oh well" he thought I probably had a pretty good reason, just forgot it. Walking down the road to the main forum gates, he saw that no one was there yet, and sat down on the ground to wait.

[Loyal]

Nexus happened upon Loyal as he was packing a few things. "Off for another round of robbery?"

"Nope. This time I'm going straight to Hell." Loyal replied cheerfully.

An awkward silence passed over the room as Loyal continued packing some small bottles into what appeared to be a shoulder-pack.

Nexus cleared his throat. "Well, yeah. I could've told you that, Loyal." He shrugged. "What'd you do this time?"

"Invitation."

"You were... invited to hell. And now you're going to 'grace them with your presence,' I assume. Show them the splendors of your oh so magnificent bastardry. Do you intend to hold a seminar?" His sarcasm was palpable.

"Somethin' like that, yeah. You can't have a proper gathering in Hell without--"

"Oh, quit hedging around the question." Loyal looked up at the dark mage in disappointment. In response, he grabbed a rolled up bit of paper near the bag he was packing things into and handed it to Nexus.

After reading it, Nexus asked "...Where do you keep finding these friends of yours?"

A grin spread over the thief's face. "Here and there. Talking to people now and then helps. Anyway, I'll be back in a bit."

And before Nexus could utter another statement of disbelief, Loyal was out the door and making his way to the main forum entrance, per the invitation's instructions.

[FF fanboy]

Fanboy was casually lounging around when he felt a chill wind blow through the area , then he someone walking down, and would you believe it, it was Loyal/Nexus, although fanboy had absolutely now idea who this was he just assumed, the man in rouges clothing was just another guy along for the ride. Being a reasonably nice guy he decied to greet the man. Seems I'm not the only one invited to this party eh?

[Rygar]

Rygar considered his invitation for a while before crumpling it in his hand and setting it alight.

Normally this wouldn't be the kind of thing he goes for, but anything involving Hell probably isn't going to be entirely normal. Even picnics. So he could just go down there, get some free food, meet some new people and likely end up in a fight with some demonic spawn. In other words a rich, full day.

Besides, he already looked the part.

And with that decision, Rygar made his way down to the Main Forum Entrance where he just sort of stood around waiting for other people to show up.

[Toastburner B]

((OOC: How do the dice roller programs I come across always know what number to roll so that I'm stuck starting out as a prinny?))

If one looked carefully, one could see a small figure slowly approaching the group. You could say he was trying to sneak up on the group...but it's really hard to sneak when you got two peg legs. That "click-clack" sound really tends to give you away.

Realizing his attempt at stealth have already failed miserably, Toastburner steps out into the light, knowing that his current life-span is likely to measured in hours at the most. He had some hopes that maybe the people he'd never adventured with before would refrain from throwing him, perhaps not knowning about his pseduo-immortality, but Rhiya was well aware of it, so Toasty had made peace with the fact that probably wasn't going to last long.

"'Sup, doods?" he squeaks.

Imminent death is no reason to in impolite, after all.

[Fenris]

Fenris walked calmly to the main entrance of NPF, twirling his banstick and humming a jaunty tune to himself.

"Hey, Toastburner! How you been, bud?" Fenris asked upon viewing the prinny. Fenris was one of the few people to have never killed Toastburner, and he actually took pride in his self-restraint.

[FF fanboy]

edited the earlier post, thought Rhyia was at the main forum gate I read the post wrong doh.)

Fanboy was glad there were somany people here now, although he was not sure what the hell the little penguin thing was, but the hobo seemed to lke him so he did'nt care, although everyone seemed to be waiting for someone else. Fanboy just sighed, and sat back to see who else might come. (man it sucks not knowing anyone.)

[Arcanum]

Arc paced back and forth in his room, occasionaly pulling up his sleeve to check his watch. Rhiya's letter was discarded on a small table with a few extra burn marks from Arc's own flames. The promise of free food, meeting new people, and not spending another weekend holed up alone somewhere had excited him to the point of nearly losing control of his powers. So now he was trying to calm himself down, and waiting for the right moment to leave, as to arrive fashionably late.

After a few more rounds of pacing, and another glance at his watch, he realized he was too impatient for that to happen. He checked to make sure he had everything he needed (spare clothes, his glasses, his pants) and dashed out towards the main forum entrance with his trench coat billowing behind him in awesome epicness.

Keeping at his unnecesarily fast pace, Arc arrived at the main forum in no time and saw that several other people were already there. He ran up to the group but at the last moment he lept into the air, ducked into a roll as he hit the ground, then slid into a stylish pose. However this was not for show off acrobatics, but to avoid kicking a small penguin-like creature that he didn't notice until the last minute. Arc stood up from his pose and dusted of his coat as he looked around and spotted the prinny he nearly punted.

"What's a penguin doing here?" he asked aloud, not recognizing Toastburner in his Prinny form.

[FF fanboy]

fanboy laughed hearily from the corner he was sitting in "Pretty elaborate entrance you got there ain't it" fanboy said a little bit of southern creeping into his langauge. fanboy looked around, at the increasingly large, and very odd crowd they had a penguin, a hobo, a rouge guy, a guy on freakin' fire, and last but not least he wasn't to normal himself, his name was a frikin guy named FF fanboy for christ sake, Fanboy then sat there comtemplating his existence.