Jibbery Midbush and Silvio ConQueso stuff?
Maybe some of you might like to read this? Just some writings on some characters I’ve created for... well, stupid purposes. Comedy Fantasy Gaming jokes and what not. In the Chasm of Palodris, deep within the Forest of Ploomfir, a party on the brink of defeat lay nigh at the mercy of their enemy. The towering elemental, Tuverm Maladeath, lumbered forth to end the tresspassers fruitless campaign into the dungeon. "Mirid was right; we weren't ready for this!" Melia, a faun archer exclaimed to her cohorts. Vadoo, the group's Shroomfolk healer was sprawled out with a massive thorn stuck in the left side of his sternum, while Ratman the Ratman Alchemist knelt beside him attempting mixture upon mixture to try to regain his comrades consciousness. Across from them, Dom, a Manfolk Warrior, alongside his KO'd Priest-Squire Miff, both sit behind a large stone, avoiding the monsters gaze, before Dom pipes up and yells, "If our damn healer had kept back instead of getting in the way we'd be in better shape!" "You deflected the thorn into him..." Melia shouted back. Dom simply scoffed. "And he was BEHIND YOU..." she continued. Dom rolled his eyes. "...AND A ROCK." Melia finished. "Blaming others isn't gonna get us anywhere!" Dom retorted idiotically. Fed up with her teammates terrible attitude, she leapt upon a stone and aimed her bow at the creature's crystal eye. With a solemn determination in last resort, she overdrew the bow and launched her most powerful arrow directly at it. Her look turned from determination to despair as it bounced off effortlessly. The eye turned from an ice blue to an ominous red, as the colossus leaned back, gathering energy into the center of the crystal core. Yet, from the distance, they heard a wondrous operatic voice. "Shay-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", it sounded, before Melia noticed something. On the ridge of the hill over the crystal cave, just above the creature's bent form, was the silhouette of a figure. It drew a sword, which shimmered in the sunlight, before leaping from its perch and descending down upon the monster. With a glint of sliver, another shade zipped down from the cliff, and dashed between Tuverm's legs. A pair of flashes, one from above, and one below, as the sword plunged into the crystal eye, cracking it, and a pair of axes slashing out its legs, the elemental burst into light, releasing an incredibly radiant and beautiful glimmering lightshow. The two figures sit at the mound of dead wood and crystal that was the boss of the dungeon, as the rest of the beaten party come up to join them. "Wh...Who are you?" Ratman chittered, hauling a newly revived Vodoo on his shoulder. The two turned to meet those they'd saved. On the left was a shark, but not just any shark! A shark which had its pectoral fins replaced with the large, muscular arms and legs of a man, and atop its head was a viking helm adorned with a pair of ivory horns. In his hands, he held a pair of large axes. He simply and gruffly answers. "Silvio con Queso." Beside him is a tall, gallant figure, albeit a bit thin, donning a regal looking breastplate and armor with a shoulder cloak over a gold-dyed leather tunic, lined with a violet trim, and garbed in high-quality adventurers wear, elegant leather gloves, and a high pair of boots. The strangest bit, under his knightly helmet and beneath the light strands of silky blonde hair, is his mask, which resembles a skull. He moves a hand up to it, and in a whisk of his cape, he removes his mask to reveal... A SKELETON FACE! But not just any skeleton face! For beneath his nasal cavity is an elegant mustache; full and graceful while stylishly curled! He bows before them, and his voice echoes brilliantly and clearly, "I am Sir Jibberty Midbush!" Dungeon Problems; Jibberty and Silvio Side Story 1 - Mr. Missing Headlight
