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Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
The cruelest punishment, can be concealed behind the gentlest of mercies.
I condemn you not to die, but to live. Live. Live as long as the longest lived of anyone who ever has, with full knowledge and memories of what you did, along with the full knowledge in knowing you will never be forgiven.
Mercy sometimes truly can come from granting a swift death. The most horrific punishments, in being denied it.
I condemn you not to die, but to live. Live. Live as long as the longest lived of anyone who ever has, with full knowledge and memories of what you did, along with the full knowledge in knowing you will never be forgiven.
Mercy sometimes truly can come from granting a swift death. The most horrific punishments, in being denied it.
Jadesteele
Out of my Mind - Back in 5 Minutes
- Location
- half-way between 'Crazy' And 'Eccentric'
Well, it looks like LEGO is about to make Missy's day; On Sept 1st they will be releasing D&D theme minifigs to collect, one of which may get her attention. the full list is:
- Halfling Bard with Lute
- Githyanki Warlock with Knife
- Dwarf Barbarian with Axe
- Mindflayer with Intellect Devourer
- Strahd von Zarovich with Sword
- Tasha the Witch Queen with Cauldron
- Lady of Pain with Cube
- Tiefling Sorcerer with Red Baby Dragon
- Golden Dragonborn Paladin with Shield
- White Aarakocra Ranger with Dog
- Halfling Druid with Bird
- Szass Tam with Skull
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Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
Kinda like this?
Image is from Lego Ideas : 50 years of D&D - Ultimate Tiamat.
From the description, the model is HUGE. 80cm / 32" wingspan.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
And they didn't even give us the courtesy of offering either a Beholder or an Owlbear. Or even a Mimic, which Lego treasure chests CAN fit in pieces to make one.
And yes, you can use parts from a mini-fig to form a Mimic's mouth bits, or as the core of a Beholder. Owlbear, I'll grant, would need some creative workarounds with a Lego Horse.
*is actually irritated, and not just acting like I am*
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Kinsfire
Verified {Redacted}
- Location
- New Jersey
Not posted on the internet yet. I'm not far enough along in it to feel ready to post yet. It ends up with a ridiculously OP Taylor at the end of it, by logical extension of the power as we see her learn it. I'm at a point where there are things I could do, but I could also put her in the situation where that OP bit comes in. That's why I'm stalled at about 81K words on it.
14.06 - Lean
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
The night flight over the Outlands with Bahamut had done wonders to clear Taylor's head. They'd flown together in silence, just enjoying the spectacular view from above the clouds.
And what a view! Taylor now fully realized how easy it was to notice even weak light sources at night, and dragon senses made that even easier. Fortunately for her peace of mind, there were very few lights and they were widely separated.
All too soon, the relaxing flight was over and the platinum dragon parted ways with her. She'd then landed on the ledge to her lair to speak with the people there. The lanky, gun toting Trumpet Archon had returned, and with him were a pair of wolves and a blond bear, all three of them animal-people.
"Thought I'd introduce you to Roma, Florence, and Baebe," Varchaniel said, with each companion nodding as their name was said. "They're the ones who have been doing all the work of making sure that creatures who'd want to plunder your hoard can't."
The bear, who'd been introduced as Baebe, nodded. "Security by obscurity is not very secure," the bear rumbled in a deep, feminine voice. "Once the work was done, things became much easier."
One of the wolves nodded next. "We've had the occasional wanderer show up," the smaller of the wolves – who'd been called Florence – said. "There's a list if you're interested. We gave them shelter for a night if they wanted it, and managed to send them to where they were supposed to be. How that human wound up here from someplace called Furinkan, I have no idea."
The other wolf, Roma, shook its head. "I told you, he was doubly cursed, with one curse feeding into the other and the pair reinforcing each other." The wolf shrugged. "At least he paid for his lodging by helping to reduce some of the boulders to powder. His curses should keep him from ever deliberately finding his way back as well."
"Made some good camp food, too," Baebe added. "Was willing to share."
"Anyway," Varchaniel continued, "Big B has us watching the place, and making sure no one who isn't supposed to be here is actually here to do anything except forget about this place and leave."
"And on that note," Baebe rumbled, "We'd best be about our job." The massive bear-like being shimmered and was replaced by a grizzly bear, who shambled off down into the surrounding woods, with the wolves changing and following, giving her a goodbye in wolf song.
"And I've got two last bits of news to pass on before you return home," Varchaniel said. "The first is that someone finding viable dragon eggs and selling them on The Ring has Bahamut making some not-so-discreet inquiries, namely with The Lady. House Eilserv's activities are being looked at, and some of Bahamut's other servants may be paying them a special visit.
"The second is that Liamaril, the green dragon that suddenly appeared on your world, has been relocated to a place where she can live and not interfere with you or your world. I don't know where it is, either. I've been told time doesn't pass there, so she's effectively frozen at her current age until such time as Tiamat sees fit to release her. She also doesn't need to eat or sleep, though she can if she wants to."
"So she's been imprisoned again?" Naurelin asked.
"Kinda-sorta," Varchaniel admitted. "Is it imprisonment if she asks to be isolated? Liamaril asked to be removed someplace far away from you, and a demi-plane is about as isolated as you can get."
"I'm reminded of the line about gilded cages. And it appears there are no good options available," Taylor muttered. "Not that there were any good ones before." Taylor sighed. "While she wants to be isolated from people and me, she'll need some sort of contact. She'll want it at some point, if only to tell her parents she's alive and safe."
"Sometimes, kid, that's all you've got. You pick the best of a bad lot and hope things don't go too far south."
Armsmaster was currently looking out over the water from The Rig's observation platform. He was not usually given to introspection, considering it inefficient and a waste of time, but at the moment he had the time to spare.
Brockton Bay, his duty posting for the last ten years, and his command for the last five, was now a very quiet place compared to the beginning of the year. One major gang left, and that one had largely gone straight, switching to legal ways of making money instead of illegal narcotics, racketeering, human trafficking, and forced prostitution. Racial and ethnic violence had dropped to levels closer to the national average. And commerce was beginning to pick back up. When the Royal Navy's shipgirls had removed the ship blocking the shipping channel, maritime traffic had slowly begun to return to Brockton Bay's harbor.
The main freight terminal was still under reconstruction, but many smaller ships were being unloaded directly at The Docks, and, of course, the fishermen were back, with many small boats moored at smaller marinas around the harbor. Small seafood, cargo, and recreational support companies that never quite shut down were now running at capacity with new ones opening as quickly as they could.
Interesting times. So why was he feeling unsettled?
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"Hello, Hannah," Colin answered. "I feel that something is missing."
"Something?" Hannah asked, "Or someone?"
Colin remained quiet as he considered the question. "Perhaps someone," he finally replied.
"Dragon's been rather busy," Hannah continued. "Something about someone illegally mining uranium up in the northern reaches of Canada."
"Yes. And she calls every other day," Colin added. "And while the conversations are pleasant, there is something lacking."
Hanna stared at her old comrade, before she started chuckling. "Oh, Colin. You've got it bad."
Colin arched an eyebrow. "What, exactly, do I have?"
Hannah shook her head, still chuckling. "Colin, you're in love with Dragon, and I think the only person who doesn't realize this is you."
She watched as Colin looked at her with a deer in the headlights look, before he nodded. "Ah." He looked thoughtful for a moment, considering past events. "And I have been rather remiss in looking at the evidence in front of me, haven't I?"
"Well, yes," Hannah admitted. "Then again, everyone you work with knows that you don't do people well."
"Even I know that," Colin stated with a hint of snark. "And now that I have some time, I am wondering what else I have missed in the name of using my time efficiently."
"Well, maybe you could find out?" Hannah suggested.
Colin nodded. "I could," he answered. "But I find that prospect more daunting than trying to fight one of the Endbringers solo."
"Whatever answers you come up with, Colin, you need to talk to her," Hannah advised. "Tell her how you feel. Do something nice for her. And if eavesdropping eavesdroppers who're eavesdropping do anything to mess it up, I'll remind him that choice of weapons also means choice of ammo, like ten gauge taser rounds…"
Over the sounds of the waves lapping against The Rig and the boat dock one could hear someone running away, with a barely audible cry of "Feet, don't fail me now!"
"Thank you," Colin stated, a slight smile present.
"You're welcome."
Night had fallen over Heian-Kyo, with a full moon shining down. From the engawa of Tamamo-no-Mae's modest dwelling, Sun Wukong, Kenta, their host and her great-granddaughter all watched the moon as it continued to rise, and listened to the night sounds of the ancient city.
"I thank you for your hospitality, Tamamo-sama," Sun Wukong said.
"You are most welcome," the queen of the foxes replied. "It will be interesting, having a child around the house again. Most of my children are dead and gone, or have left me to my folly."
"If there is anything my journey has taught me," Kenta added, "it is that one can learn from past folly and move on."
"Personal experience, eh?" Sun Wukong asked.
"Somewhat," Kenta allowed. "I have done many evil things in my life, too many to make right in this lifetime. Still, I can try to undo much of what I have done, and not repeat my mistakes."
"It can't have been that bad," Tamamo commented.
"Compared to the company I find myself in these days, no," Kenta allowed. "Among men? Only history will tell. I had a rather wild and misspent youth."
"And that was why you had to be tested," a new voice added. A pair of figures walked down the path from the gate to where they sat. One was a woman, and it was she who'd spoken. Accompanying her was a man dressed in a scholar's robes. "I am still not sure of this, but you have passed the task set before you. You have earned this opportunity."
"I'm afraid you have me at a loss," Kenta said. "I don't think we've been introduced." A quick glance at Tamamo showed that she was nearly shaking with either fear or anxiety. Sun Wukong had that smirk of his, but it had softened some.
"We've met before, Kenta," the woman said with a smile.
The various pieces fell into place. "Amaterasu-Omikami?"
"You did remember," she said with a smile. "I was wondering if the Oni had hit you a few too many times in the head. My companion is Shen Long."
"Lord of Dragons and Advisor to the Jade Emperor," Sun Wukong whispered to Kenta.
"Indeed."
"Indeed," Shen Long said. "Along with being found worthy to claim the title of Lung, it also comes with a title and position within the Celestial Court. Largely ceremonial and rarely requiring an appearance at Court. You've been given the title General of the Eastern Gate, Queller of Barbarians."
"Not too bad," Sun Wukong added. "Better than Protector of the Horses."
"We can learn from our mistakes and arrogance, you know," Shen Long retorted. "There were too many noses out of joint over that, and the persons whose idea it was got demoted to the position they'd deigned to give you. Still there, as far as I know."
Sun Wukong whooped his glee. "Serves them right."
"But if you'd like your old job back?"
"And give up being the Victorious Fighting Buddha, and Great Sage, Equal of Heaven? Nah."
Amaterasu tittered politely into the sleeve of her kimono. "So, Kenta-no-Higashi, what would you like to do now?"
"There's a lot here that needs to be done," Sun Wukong said. "A few wars coming up, people will need defending. And Tsukiko would probably like to keep you as her Oji-sama." He ruffled the hair of the little fox, who squeaked in complaint.
"As much as a future filled with battle intrigues me and calls to me, I must decline," Kenta said. "I have my family to return to, and my crimes to answer for."
"Very well," Amaterasu said. "Know that much has changed since you left, and the city is now peaceful. However, events are converging, and soon a great storm will descend upon it, and everyone will need to make a decision: Fight, with the possibility of living, or doing nothing, and dying with certainty."
"That sounds ominous," Tamamo quietly said.
"I will return home, and fight to defend my wife, daughter, and home," Kenta said. He turned to face his teacher. "Sun Wukong, you are welcome at my house."
Shen Long's face took on a look like he'd bit into a lemon. "Say that again after he's visited."
"Honored guests," Tamamo said, getting their attention as it looked like Sun Wukong was going to take Shen Long to task over that comment, "could we not have a battle in my modest house? I don't think it or the city could endure it. Please?"
Simultaneously, Sun Wukong and Shen Long bowed to their host. "Yes ma'am."
Deep in the depths of Carceri, someone was not happy.
"Where is it?!" Falazure roared, bits and pieces of his lair scattered all over the swamp.
"Where is what, dread lord?" asked one of the many yugoloths attending the dracolich.
"My phylactery!" The waters of the swamp (if they could be called that) vanished, leaving the muck and mud and several cached corpses of things that dwelled in the swamp. The cave he'd dropped one of the unfortunate humans he'd transformed into a dragon alongside and as guard to his phylactery was now clearly visible – and empty.
And what a view! Taylor now fully realized how easy it was to notice even weak light sources at night, and dragon senses made that even easier. Fortunately for her peace of mind, there were very few lights and they were widely separated.
All too soon, the relaxing flight was over and the platinum dragon parted ways with her. She'd then landed on the ledge to her lair to speak with the people there. The lanky, gun toting Trumpet Archon had returned, and with him were a pair of wolves and a blond bear, all three of them animal-people.
"Thought I'd introduce you to Roma, Florence, and Baebe," Varchaniel said, with each companion nodding as their name was said. "They're the ones who have been doing all the work of making sure that creatures who'd want to plunder your hoard can't."
The bear, who'd been introduced as Baebe, nodded. "Security by obscurity is not very secure," the bear rumbled in a deep, feminine voice. "Once the work was done, things became much easier."
One of the wolves nodded next. "We've had the occasional wanderer show up," the smaller of the wolves – who'd been called Florence – said. "There's a list if you're interested. We gave them shelter for a night if they wanted it, and managed to send them to where they were supposed to be. How that human wound up here from someplace called Furinkan, I have no idea."
The other wolf, Roma, shook its head. "I told you, he was doubly cursed, with one curse feeding into the other and the pair reinforcing each other." The wolf shrugged. "At least he paid for his lodging by helping to reduce some of the boulders to powder. His curses should keep him from ever deliberately finding his way back as well."
"Made some good camp food, too," Baebe added. "Was willing to share."
"Anyway," Varchaniel continued, "Big B has us watching the place, and making sure no one who isn't supposed to be here is actually here to do anything except forget about this place and leave."
"And on that note," Baebe rumbled, "We'd best be about our job." The massive bear-like being shimmered and was replaced by a grizzly bear, who shambled off down into the surrounding woods, with the wolves changing and following, giving her a goodbye in wolf song.
"And I've got two last bits of news to pass on before you return home," Varchaniel said. "The first is that someone finding viable dragon eggs and selling them on The Ring has Bahamut making some not-so-discreet inquiries, namely with The Lady. House Eilserv's activities are being looked at, and some of Bahamut's other servants may be paying them a special visit.
"The second is that Liamaril, the green dragon that suddenly appeared on your world, has been relocated to a place where she can live and not interfere with you or your world. I don't know where it is, either. I've been told time doesn't pass there, so she's effectively frozen at her current age until such time as Tiamat sees fit to release her. She also doesn't need to eat or sleep, though she can if she wants to."
"So she's been imprisoned again?" Naurelin asked.
"Kinda-sorta," Varchaniel admitted. "Is it imprisonment if she asks to be isolated? Liamaril asked to be removed someplace far away from you, and a demi-plane is about as isolated as you can get."
"I'm reminded of the line about gilded cages. And it appears there are no good options available," Taylor muttered. "Not that there were any good ones before." Taylor sighed. "While she wants to be isolated from people and me, she'll need some sort of contact. She'll want it at some point, if only to tell her parents she's alive and safe."
"Sometimes, kid, that's all you've got. You pick the best of a bad lot and hope things don't go too far south."
= = = = = = = = = = = =
Armsmaster was currently looking out over the water from The Rig's observation platform. He was not usually given to introspection, considering it inefficient and a waste of time, but at the moment he had the time to spare.
Brockton Bay, his duty posting for the last ten years, and his command for the last five, was now a very quiet place compared to the beginning of the year. One major gang left, and that one had largely gone straight, switching to legal ways of making money instead of illegal narcotics, racketeering, human trafficking, and forced prostitution. Racial and ethnic violence had dropped to levels closer to the national average. And commerce was beginning to pick back up. When the Royal Navy's shipgirls had removed the ship blocking the shipping channel, maritime traffic had slowly begun to return to Brockton Bay's harbor.
The main freight terminal was still under reconstruction, but many smaller ships were being unloaded directly at The Docks, and, of course, the fishermen were back, with many small boats moored at smaller marinas around the harbor. Small seafood, cargo, and recreational support companies that never quite shut down were now running at capacity with new ones opening as quickly as they could.
Interesting times. So why was he feeling unsettled?
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"Hello, Hannah," Colin answered. "I feel that something is missing."
"Something?" Hannah asked, "Or someone?"
Colin remained quiet as he considered the question. "Perhaps someone," he finally replied.
"Dragon's been rather busy," Hannah continued. "Something about someone illegally mining uranium up in the northern reaches of Canada."
"Yes. And she calls every other day," Colin added. "And while the conversations are pleasant, there is something lacking."
Hanna stared at her old comrade, before she started chuckling. "Oh, Colin. You've got it bad."
Colin arched an eyebrow. "What, exactly, do I have?"
Hannah shook her head, still chuckling. "Colin, you're in love with Dragon, and I think the only person who doesn't realize this is you."
She watched as Colin looked at her with a deer in the headlights look, before he nodded. "Ah." He looked thoughtful for a moment, considering past events. "And I have been rather remiss in looking at the evidence in front of me, haven't I?"
"Well, yes," Hannah admitted. "Then again, everyone you work with knows that you don't do people well."
"Even I know that," Colin stated with a hint of snark. "And now that I have some time, I am wondering what else I have missed in the name of using my time efficiently."
"Well, maybe you could find out?" Hannah suggested.
Colin nodded. "I could," he answered. "But I find that prospect more daunting than trying to fight one of the Endbringers solo."
"Whatever answers you come up with, Colin, you need to talk to her," Hannah advised. "Tell her how you feel. Do something nice for her. And if eavesdropping eavesdroppers who're eavesdropping do anything to mess it up, I'll remind him that choice of weapons also means choice of ammo, like ten gauge taser rounds…"
Over the sounds of the waves lapping against The Rig and the boat dock one could hear someone running away, with a barely audible cry of "Feet, don't fail me now!"
"Thank you," Colin stated, a slight smile present.
"You're welcome."
= = = = = = = = = = = =
Night had fallen over Heian-Kyo, with a full moon shining down. From the engawa of Tamamo-no-Mae's modest dwelling, Sun Wukong, Kenta, their host and her great-granddaughter all watched the moon as it continued to rise, and listened to the night sounds of the ancient city.
"I thank you for your hospitality, Tamamo-sama," Sun Wukong said.
"You are most welcome," the queen of the foxes replied. "It will be interesting, having a child around the house again. Most of my children are dead and gone, or have left me to my folly."
"If there is anything my journey has taught me," Kenta added, "it is that one can learn from past folly and move on."
"Personal experience, eh?" Sun Wukong asked.
"Somewhat," Kenta allowed. "I have done many evil things in my life, too many to make right in this lifetime. Still, I can try to undo much of what I have done, and not repeat my mistakes."
"It can't have been that bad," Tamamo commented.
"Compared to the company I find myself in these days, no," Kenta allowed. "Among men? Only history will tell. I had a rather wild and misspent youth."
"And that was why you had to be tested," a new voice added. A pair of figures walked down the path from the gate to where they sat. One was a woman, and it was she who'd spoken. Accompanying her was a man dressed in a scholar's robes. "I am still not sure of this, but you have passed the task set before you. You have earned this opportunity."
"I'm afraid you have me at a loss," Kenta said. "I don't think we've been introduced." A quick glance at Tamamo showed that she was nearly shaking with either fear or anxiety. Sun Wukong had that smirk of his, but it had softened some.
"We've met before, Kenta," the woman said with a smile.
The various pieces fell into place. "Amaterasu-Omikami?"
"You did remember," she said with a smile. "I was wondering if the Oni had hit you a few too many times in the head. My companion is Shen Long."
"Lord of Dragons and Advisor to the Jade Emperor," Sun Wukong whispered to Kenta.
"Indeed."
"Indeed," Shen Long said. "Along with being found worthy to claim the title of Lung, it also comes with a title and position within the Celestial Court. Largely ceremonial and rarely requiring an appearance at Court. You've been given the title General of the Eastern Gate, Queller of Barbarians."
"Not too bad," Sun Wukong added. "Better than Protector of the Horses."
"We can learn from our mistakes and arrogance, you know," Shen Long retorted. "There were too many noses out of joint over that, and the persons whose idea it was got demoted to the position they'd deigned to give you. Still there, as far as I know."
Sun Wukong whooped his glee. "Serves them right."
"But if you'd like your old job back?"
"And give up being the Victorious Fighting Buddha, and Great Sage, Equal of Heaven? Nah."
Amaterasu tittered politely into the sleeve of her kimono. "So, Kenta-no-Higashi, what would you like to do now?"
"There's a lot here that needs to be done," Sun Wukong said. "A few wars coming up, people will need defending. And Tsukiko would probably like to keep you as her Oji-sama." He ruffled the hair of the little fox, who squeaked in complaint.
"As much as a future filled with battle intrigues me and calls to me, I must decline," Kenta said. "I have my family to return to, and my crimes to answer for."
"Very well," Amaterasu said. "Know that much has changed since you left, and the city is now peaceful. However, events are converging, and soon a great storm will descend upon it, and everyone will need to make a decision: Fight, with the possibility of living, or doing nothing, and dying with certainty."
"That sounds ominous," Tamamo quietly said.
"I will return home, and fight to defend my wife, daughter, and home," Kenta said. He turned to face his teacher. "Sun Wukong, you are welcome at my house."
Shen Long's face took on a look like he'd bit into a lemon. "Say that again after he's visited."
"Honored guests," Tamamo said, getting their attention as it looked like Sun Wukong was going to take Shen Long to task over that comment, "could we not have a battle in my modest house? I don't think it or the city could endure it. Please?"
Simultaneously, Sun Wukong and Shen Long bowed to their host. "Yes ma'am."
= = = = = = = = = = = =
Deep in the depths of Carceri, someone was not happy.
"Where is it?!" Falazure roared, bits and pieces of his lair scattered all over the swamp.
"Where is what, dread lord?" asked one of the many yugoloths attending the dracolich.
"My phylactery!" The waters of the swamp (if they could be called that) vanished, leaving the muck and mud and several cached corpses of things that dwelled in the swamp. The cave he'd dropped one of the unfortunate humans he'd transformed into a dragon alongside and as guard to his phylactery was now clearly visible – and empty.
Man, the corssovers just keep adding up, don't they? Is anyone keeping track?
*facepalm*
Should have read the Evil Overlord list
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Thank you for the wonderful Wordz, Mistress of Mayhem!
Thank you for the chapter. Also, good job Kenta; General of the Eastern Gate, Queller of Barbarians is a pretty good job to have, all things considered.
Edit: just realized something: didn't the Chinese consider Westerners barbarians? Also, since he was appointed to the title in front of Amaterasu, that could be taken as a slight against them--a 'we don't trust you, so we're appointing one of your people to guard the gate facing his homeland' type thing?
Just seemed a bit odd to me.
Edit: just realized something: didn't the Chinese consider Westerners barbarians? Also, since he was appointed to the title in front of Amaterasu, that could be taken as a slight against them--a 'we don't trust you, so we're appointing one of your people to guard the gate facing his homeland' type thing?
Just seemed a bit odd to me.
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rustyirongolem
Verified Automaton
- Location
- North Carolina
A wild Ryoga appears!!
So many little cameos in this story. Love it!
- Location
- Russia
Maybe Monkeys don't like horses? 
Draxsis
SANLOST
- Location
- United states
As a Litch that's really something you're supposed to keep track of yourself. Also generally a good rule of thumb is to not put it anywhere obvious. About the only time it's a good idea to lose track of it is when you put it somewhere no one in their right mind (or even wrong mind) would go without an exceptionally good reason. Like destroying your Phylactery.
Death_Sheep
Cat Owned
- Location
- Wisconsin
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Can confirm. I regularly pet-sit for a miniature horse named Jack the Magnificent who's training to be a service animal, and he produces an astonishing amount of poop in any given 12-hour period.
It's when they stop producing poop that you really need to worry; horses are surprisingly delicate beasties.
- Location
- In My Parlour like a Good Arachne
- Pronouns
- She, her
I feel the need to give out Interesting info about horses. It only takes one messy week to turn them into carnivores and another messy week to turn back into herbivores.
M. H. Fuzzball
Aperture Science-certified Horrible Person
- Location
- Sector 2814
He had it somewhere he thought was very secure, and even had one of his newest minions guarding it.
The problem is, said minion (who may in fact still remember being Thomas Calvert) has a habit of near-literal backstabbing, and passed it off to someone else who is also very good at keeping things secure. Namely, The Lady of Pain.
Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
- Pronouns
- Her/She
IO's involvement also played into it too.
Jadesteele
Out of my Mind - Back in 5 Minutes
- Location
- half-way between 'Crazy' And 'Eccentric'
Oh my, did Someone lose something?
(insert sniggering here.) And that is why Safe deposit boxes were invented.Oh, So the same as Dodo's on ARK then - seriously, all they do is shit and squeak. So, like someone gave mickey mouse a laxative, then?
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
The reference comes from when Sun Wukong was first invited to Heaven. The position he was given was "Protector of Horses"...
aka Stableboy. The Monkey King was not happy. That led to the whole scenario where he drank all the heavenly wine, ate some peaches, took all of someones pills of immortality, and set off a rebellion, with him calling himself "Great Sage, equal of Heaven." Even defeated, he was still too much for Heaven to handle. It took Buddha himself to bring the Monkey King under control. Finally, after a journey to the west as a monk's servant and bodyguard (and a few hundred years sitting under a mountain), he was finally rewarded with the title "Victorious Fighting Buddha".
Jordisk
<Unverified N00B>
- Location
- Blind Eternities
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
The Peaches WERE the immortality pills. Depending on age, the peaches have different effects, and each tree gives peaches of a certain age. One heals all ills, one restores you to your prime, and the oldest peaches (I think it is like 3000 year peaches or something) grant immortality/godhood.
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
Ah, but what were Lao Tse's Longevity pills then? Sun Wukong is Immortal in eight different ways.
Monkey King - Wikipedia
It goes without saying you can't kill him. At All.