Esperanto, maybe? It’s got some Romantic cognates in there…
And tentacles never seemed to bother you before!
[off]Daithi, it is indeed Esperanto. But I’m pretending my character doesn’t know it. Should make things more interesting. 
[/off] Tentacles not bother me? After the last few initiations?
<shudder>
Dammit, I keep falling asleep in the midst of things.
So where are we now?
We’re trying to decide whether we can pay for pub food, given that we don’t know what kind of money the pub takes, or even the language used.
Fortunately, Atheist Princess has a credit card. 
Well, it seems like things are going well over in Wherever The Hell They Landed.
That simply will not do.
:: Loads a few giant squcks into the trebuchet, sets trajectory, let’s 'em rip ::
Hey guys! Incoming!!
Well, I wouldn’t be much of an Evil Overlord of Evil if I didn’t throw a few roadblocks into the storyline, would I?
:: Darkness has settled over the village square. A few people are bustling about, late arrivals from the evening train, but otherwise all is calm.
Suddenly, without warning, there is a terrible SPLATCH. Something has landed in the square, showering gobbets of flesh everywhere. People shriek and run. The travellers are showered with gore.
Another and another land. ::
What the—?
Og, this is disgusting. It’s all over me!
Aiie! Kiu fekajxo–!
Maman!!!
Cries of disgust and dismay rise. The travellers run for the pub door and, along with several other passersby, duck inside.
:: gripping axe tighly ::
Foul beasts! I shall tear the fleash for their bones, and make their very souls fe-- wait how many are there? Hmmm… I think we might need some back-up. Doesn’t this village have a town guard, or a militia, or something?
Regallag, I think this is more like that exploding dead whale in Oregon.
:: Peers out door. ::
Piles of… body parts. Ugh.
:: Sirens are heard. ::
Pssst! Guys! They’re squcks. Part squid, part duck. One of those parts being wings. I’m thinking they glided into the town square, feeling just fine. Errr, except for being ravenously hungry.
(Well, they certainly came down hard enough. Man, what a mess.
I hope that wasn’t just a targeting round…)
Worst case senario: The Villages blame these things on us, and toss in jail without weapons while the Squcks mame, destroy, and kill.
Best case senario:The villagers help us with these things, and there is much maming, destruction, and killing. Either way, it’s gonna be tough…
Even worse scenario: Hal decides you guys have it too easy over there, fiddles around in his Genetic Engineering Lab, and then trebuchets over some raveneous Squiligators (with parachutes) to make things more interesting.
Yeah, I was under the impression that** “SQUCK!” ** was the sound they made when they landed…
Ick.
Another worse case scenario: We’re blamed for some of the mess and sentenced to community service, helping to mop up!
:: In the town square, there is motion. From the largest piles of meat, shapes rise.
Feathers… writhing tentacles… savage beaks… nasty dispositions, not helped by their landing. ::
Squaaalllkkkk
Crap. Those things are alive??? What’s all the crud then?
This is getting worse and worse.
Are they hungry? Is that what this is all about? Can’t we feed them some defenseless villagers or something?
What? I’m tired of always playing lawful neutral…
:: glances around at the square, where police have arrived with something like a riot-control vehicle ::
I don’t think they’re defenceless–
:: Someone approaches the travellers ::
Mi pardon petas… cxu vi povas movigxi? Vi sxtopas la pordon.
You know, for what started out as an initiation thread, this is actually quite entertaining.
:: grabs some Squck Brand Snackssup[/sup], leans back in his chair and watches the fun unfold ::
Hey… if we’re trying to get food or whatever… couldn’t we just eat a squck?
::hears sounds of retching::
Er… never mind.
::wanders at full speed into the pub::
So, anyone wanna feed a cute kitty? ::looks cute and purrs::
Ooh - let me try - I’m a whiz at languages - -
{ahem}
Voolay voo coochay avek moy say swar? Inky-dinky parlay voo?
Ee too madray tambyen!
looks pleased with self
SMACK!!!
:: Daithi Lacha reels back, a facial handprint on his cheek. The newcomer, a beautiful by angry woman, glares at him. ::
:eek:
WHAT did you say to her, Daithi? I think she’s complaining because we’re blocking the door. Let’s get inside.
Say…
Where’s mooncat?