The Lord of Something

[Jafar]

*After climbing Mount Neverrest, Jafar's group stops to rest*
*Jafar takes the Ring from his pocked and examines it*
Jamwise: What are you doing?
Jafar: Just making sure that this is the One Ring and not the One-Hundred ton weight. It just keeps getting heavier with every step. By the way, do you think we forgot something on the way?

*Meanwhile*

Nearamir: Strange, the script says that we're supposed to meet Jafar and his group here. Are they late?  

[Outchanter]

*back in the City of the Head*

"Ok, ok," grumbles OC. "You're the ghosts who say 'whee', I get it. Now will you serve me? The need is dire and the urgency ... urgent! Really!"

The ghosts 'whee' among themselves for a while. After a while the lead ghost (who seems to be wearing a shabby pillowcase) says "we have conssss-idered your request, and the answer is - we shall challenge you - to a game!"

The other ghosts 'whee' excitedly. OC looks less than impressed. "Erm - what kind of game?"

"Draughts!"

"Well, I haven't played that for a while, but if you insist..."

"Draughts  it shall be!" The ghosts confer excitedly for a few moments. "Oh - stranger! There - seems to be a problem! None of us can remember how to play draughts. Wheeeee!"

OC mutters something about death having a diminishing effect on common sense. "Do you play chess then?"

"Whheeeeeee? No."

"Backgammon?"

"Never!"

"Football?"

"The Ghosts who say 'whheeee' don't have time for silly things like that."

"Monopoly?"

"No. We know how to play that, but we don't like it. Not at all!"

"Trivial pursuit?" The question hangs in the air. OC is beginning to run out of games...

(p.s., weren't some of the others supposed to follow him here ?)

[Swift]

Sorry I'm late! I needed to get a few special items for this quest!

*shows off special amulet of "Protection from Undead"*

I dislike creatures that don't breathe, you see.


to the ghosts of "whee": Look you... you abhorrent undead thingies, if you don't serve OC here, I.. urm... *searches bag* won't pair you ghosts up with the sexy banshees*?

 *crosses fingers*

Hope it works

*Banshee = evil female elf ghost

[Kailkay]

*banshee = Evil Female Undead. Not neccessarily limited to any race.

[Swift]

The definition I'm using comes from Warcraft 3, since the character I'm RPing as is a WC 3 character. Yeah, Blizzard likes creating their own definitions all the time, and I'm just following their rules.

[Kailkay]

I see. And on second thought, Banshees don't even have to be female. *scratches chin* Darn you, Blizzard, darn you!

[Swift]

*Looks at the ghosts and wonders if it worked*

Maybe OC or Glorioushero would like to help?

[Jafar]

Jamwise:You know Mr. Jafar, if the Ring is really that heavy...maybe I could carry it for a while.

Jafar: I don't know...
Gobblum:Don't let him have it master! Wants it for himself, he does. The greedy, fat marshmallow.
Jamwise:WHAT!? Thats it, you're going down!

*The two begin to fight*

Jafar: hey Hey HEY! Knock it off!
Gobblum:Don't let him come any farther, master. He'll slow us down.
Jamwise: Don't listen to him! Its a trick!
Gobblum:Look what we found under his pillow.
*Gobblum holds up 4 crusts, the last of the Elven Pizza they brought from the Elven lands*
Jafar: Ah...ah....the....(Stomach growls) Jam.... :angry:
Jamwise:I didn't do-
Jafar:Get lost! :angry:
*Jamwise starts crying*
Jam: Nooo! I have to climb all the way back down MT.Neverrest!
*Jafar and Gobblum leave*

[Swift]

Jamwise: Master Jafar don't want me anymore! Boohoohoohoohoohoohoohoo! Waaaah! :'( :'( :'(

[Outchanter]

"Bansheees?" mutter the ghosts to one another. The leader turns to Swift. "Very well. We will follow Arrowthorn to fulfil our bargain - provided! That you take us to these Banshees of yours."

OC mutters "Arrowthorn? What kind of a name is that?"

He notices the ghosts are still waiting. "Oh, yeah. Now that we've got that sorted out, I'll call for you lot later, 'k? We've got a battle at Hat's Shallow we need to get to."