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Archive of previous thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5481886/
Recap:
You’ve decided to head to Oileana, Paracelsus’ homeland, in the hopes of finding a more “controlled” archmage to prevent the Ogg issue. The harbor, unfortunately, has a major wizard problem, and to move things along you’ve elected to head into the tower. The first thing you see is giant ratpeople in fanciful noble’s clothing.
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“Alright… We should just do some, ahh… social faux pas?” You propose, uncertain of what to even do in this situation. The fact you’re here with a klan of kobolts should already be enough of a faux pas in the average nobleman’s ball, but the rats seem willing to overlook it. Or they’re too feral to notice. Either way: You should move on to doing something more… obvious.
Paracelsus decides to take it further than you would have ever predicted.
“Does anybody need to pee? If so, go ahead and pee on the table.”
You blink
You blink again.
“Expardon me?” You say, mixing up your words a bit from your surprise, and she just shrugs.
“Well, you want a social faux pas… that’s about as bad as it gets. Anytime you pee somewhere in sight of others, it’s a problem. For reference? If a party is big and important enough, it’s in a huge house. So you don’t have the time to go to a lavatory.”
She sniffs.
“Not to mention, the servants will clean it. So, a lot of people just go behind a curtain.”
“That’s disgusting!” Pink says, and you concur. Paracelsus laughs, though there is precious little humor in it.
“I know… I hate nobility and their bloody rules.”
A booming voice speaks out from above her. Grighty again, obviously:
“YES! THE BIG LADY GETS IT!”
“I’m not that-”
“I HAVE METICULOUSLY UNDRESSED ALL OF YOU! WITH MY MIND! YOU ARE BIG AND DRAGON-Y, BUT NOT AS MUCH AS THE OTHER PRETTY PERSON WITH YOU! NOW GO! RUIN THE PARTY!”
You look at your kobolts, and you stop Collar from dropping her pants with a quick tap on the shoulder.
“Let’s just stick to, ahhh, tossing wine at people.” You propose, and Paracelsus shrugs.
“Sure.” She says, noncommittally.
She doesn’t hesitate, walking right towards the table with the assorted meats, and then she snatches up a goblet, dunks it in the wine, and walks towards the rat with the biggest, whitest dress.
“Oops.” Paracelsus says, deadpan, as she just turns the goblet upside down on the rat. It hisses madly and clutches at the dress… before it starts ripping it off, furiously. This attracts the attention of some rats that are dressed in men’s finery, and you suppose you shouldn’t let your girlfriend do all the work.
Archive of previous thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5481886/
Recap:
You’ve decided to head to Oileana, Paracelsus’ homeland, in the hopes of finding a more “controlled” archmage to prevent the Ogg issue. The harbor, unfortunately, has a major wizard problem, and to move things along you’ve elected to head into the tower. The first thing you see is giant ratpeople in fanciful noble’s clothing.
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“Alright… We should just do some, ahh… social faux pas?” You propose, uncertain of what to even do in this situation. The fact you’re here with a klan of kobolts should already be enough of a faux pas in the average nobleman’s ball, but the rats seem willing to overlook it. Or they’re too feral to notice. Either way: You should move on to doing something more… obvious.
Paracelsus decides to take it further than you would have ever predicted.
“Does anybody need to pee? If so, go ahead and pee on the table.”
You blink
You blink again.
“Expardon me?” You say, mixing up your words a bit from your surprise, and she just shrugs.
“Well, you want a social faux pas… that’s about as bad as it gets. Anytime you pee somewhere in sight of others, it’s a problem. For reference? If a party is big and important enough, it’s in a huge house. So you don’t have the time to go to a lavatory.”
She sniffs.
“Not to mention, the servants will clean it. So, a lot of people just go behind a curtain.”
“That’s disgusting!” Pink says, and you concur. Paracelsus laughs, though there is precious little humor in it.
“I know… I hate nobility and their bloody rules.”
A booming voice speaks out from above her. Grighty again, obviously:
“YES! THE BIG LADY GETS IT!”
“I’m not that-”
“I HAVE METICULOUSLY UNDRESSED ALL OF YOU! WITH MY MIND! YOU ARE BIG AND DRAGON-Y, BUT NOT AS MUCH AS THE OTHER PRETTY PERSON WITH YOU! NOW GO! RUIN THE PARTY!”
You look at your kobolts, and you stop Collar from dropping her pants with a quick tap on the shoulder.
“Let’s just stick to, ahhh, tossing wine at people.” You propose, and Paracelsus shrugs.
“Sure.” She says, noncommittally.
She doesn’t hesitate, walking right towards the table with the assorted meats, and then she snatches up a goblet, dunks it in the wine, and walks towards the rat with the biggest, whitest dress.
“Oops.” Paracelsus says, deadpan, as she just turns the goblet upside down on the rat. It hisses madly and clutches at the dress… before it starts ripping it off, furiously. This attracts the attention of some rats that are dressed in men’s finery, and you suppose you shouldn’t let your girlfriend do all the work.
