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| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: In which Abui expresses impatience with Maghreid's attitude and doubt about her patriotism. | Abúi: Are you sure about that? That he dislikes faeries?
/ Maghreid: Why? / Abúi: Because.... uh... because a High Elf called Vax came to Wodeskog a few years ago looking for a copy of a book... / Abúi: The Wythllewe Boke. / Maghreid: That's ...interesting. That book is only useful to people who want the world under their thumbs...
/ Abúi: Hey! / Abúi: I've had it with you putting the Faerie Wythllew down! Even if her methods aren't yours... She's still on the side of us, the Ancestor's children! / Maghreid: Wythllew is on no one's side but her own! She'd gladly see all faeries go to hell if-
/ P'séaigg: He's coming back! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031024 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: This marks the beginning of the Harry Potter Explanation Sequence. But we'll keep it brief. And possibly incomplete, and perhaps inaccurate. | [[Jodoque awakes. Eniac fades into his vision.]]
/ Jodoque: Mmmhh.. / [[Eniac is wearing Jodoque's red tunic.]]
/ Jodoque: Mmh! Whuh!
/ Eniac: There you are. / [[Behind Eniac, a grappling hook is thrown into a window.]]
/ Eniac: You were out of it for a few minutes - blood loss, I suspect. I've seen it happen to the Knight. / [[Eniac holds up a bag.]]
/ Eniac: Here's the head. It's unconscious, but it'll live. / Jodoque: How - how did that work, anyway?
/ Eniac: Easy. / [[Behind Eniac, two Lutin heads pop up over the windowsill.]]
/ Eniac: Before the Knight puts his head on the block, the block is enchanted with a simple spell. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031027 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: The Harry Potter Explanation Sequence ends, and a new problem presents itself. And I don't mean the little green guys. | [[Eniac is speaking from off-panel.]]
/ Eniac: Everyone thinks the Knight is enchanted. I suppose he is, but his trick is all in the block.
/ Jodoque: Wadda fraud. So that's why he always goes first. / [[Eniac is speaking from off-panel. Small green creatures are sneaking into the castle.]]
/ Eniac: ...when you insisted on going first yourself, I had to sneak in a quick re-enchantment while you were... recovering. / Eniac: And now the Knight's body and head will survive until reattached.
/ Eniac: So you can take it to the capital. / Eniac: ... which you will do how? Just curious. / Jodoque: I have to go back to the place I was transported to and send a signal... from... there.... / Jodoque: Oh gods. I'm lost. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031029 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: In which Eniac cites the law at Jodoque, Jodoque begs for strength, and something goes | Jodoque: That dhouard knocked me on the head-
/ Eniac: Dhouard! I almost forgot! / Eniac: We must tell the authorities where those dhouards are!
/ Jodoque: Must we now? / [[Eniac speaks off-panel. Jodoque throws up his hands.]]
/ Eniac: Oh yes. Failure to report a dhouard sighting is punishable by-
/ Jodoque: Give me strength! / Jodoque: Look, like I said, I'm lost! I couldn't find the dhouards if my life- / [[What appears to be an arrow hits the wall nearest to Jodoque and Eniac.]]
/ < http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031031 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: In which it becomes clear that Eniac should practise keeping her big mouth shut. | [[Eniac investigates the "arrow.]]
/ Eniac: It's a lutin throwing spear...
/ Jodoque: Lutins... The knight warned me about them. / Eniac: Hrm. And you believed him? / Eniac: Lutins are fascinating little creatures. They may only be hairless monkeys just like the faeries, but... look! Message knots! / [[Eniac looks at a message knot.]]
/ Eniac: They're too unsophisticated to read or write, but they can record simple messages with these. Let me see... / [[The room is invaded by lutins.]]
/ Eniac: "Stay where you are. Do not be alarmed." How strange... http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031103 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Norla and Ottar discuss life at home, and the towering figure of Wythllew. | [[Ottar and Norla talk in the forest. Arthur eats the dead fox.]]
/ Norla: Are you done with your work?
/ Ottar: Aye. The hens were the last.
/ Norla: Let's talk about Wythllew. What's she like?
/ Ottar: She was... not unkind to me. But then, she was never my masteress, merefully my ride to the Corby job.
/ Norla: Why did she pick you?
/ Ottar: Wythllew is mickle fondnessful of the fae of Wodeskog. She trows us the purest fae, nearest to the old ways. / Norla: But she herself has transformed her body into one more like a high elf, wears clothes and coops herself up inside a tree. / Ottar: Aye... weird that... speaking of clothes, calls not your faith for more coverings? Such as you wore yestre'en?
/ Norla: Yeah, it does... but now that I'm here, among the humans, it seems a bit silly to. Here, I don't have to prove a point. / Ottar: Even though none of the folk in this house are Christian folk themselves? http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031105 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Norla proves that if you can understand the twittering of birds, having a discussion with Ottar presents no challenge. | Norla: Also, that bodice was a bad choice. I thought it would be practical for a long journey - but it's just too tight!
/ Ottar: I can sew ye new goods!
/ Norla: You can?
/ Ottar: Oh aye! I love needling work! / [[Ottar and Norla fly towards the homestead.]]
/ Ottar: Wythllew? Prideful and haughtsome. She had it in for Kel and for the ... old witch.
/ Norla: You mean the brunette?
/ Ottar: Aye! See yet it too? There's a strengthsome magery...
/ Norla: Naw, it's just an illusion.
/ Ottar: Nay, I mean the youthsome body. The true one. / Norla: Mmmyes. For human magic, that's impressive.
/ Ottar: She was foreyounged, and then this was hid! But she's up afore sunrising and last abed. The thorplings are gossiping! / [[Norla and Ottar are at the homestead, sitting on the table, and talking. Ottar is sewing up a piece of cloth.
/ Norla: My sergeant in the all-elven underground was the first. I think he was more interested in cementing his unit than in the details of the faith itself, but still... it was nice to have someone's ear... http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031107 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: The discussion turns to a rather unpleasant subject. Socks, in fact. | [[Ottar helps Norla into the vest he has sewn for her.]]
/ Ottar: Here, forseek this. Seldom get I to sew for another fae.
/ Norla: Heh. Perhaps you should embrace my religion.
/ Ottar: Oh, I like not the wearing of them. But the making. / Norla: Yes, it's a much better fit. Thanks!
/ Ottar: 'Tis not a thing. All I get for to do here is darn socks.
/ Norla: Socks! We'll need some of Jake's!
/ Ottar: ...Uhm... they shall be usesomehoodless. I washed them yesterday. / [[Atra enters through one of the doors while Ottar is talking to Norla. Atra looks like an old woman.]]
/ Ottar: Asides, she now has warding spells. Three days ago, masteress Kel used the socks on her. As I looked back, she was working new magery. / [[Atra dispells the illusion, turning into a young woman.]]
/ Atra: I can't be having with that in my forest. Let's take a look. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031110 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Eniac says the oddest things when she's not on her guard... | [[Jodoque and Eniac follow the lutins into the forest.]]
/ Jodoque: Where are they leading us?
/ Eniac: To their village, I think. / Jodoque: What for?
/ Eniac: A feast or something... they don't speak any real language well. / Jodoque: Are we the main course?
/ Eniac: I think not... maybe they are inviting us to one of their festivals. / Eniac: ...where two or three villages meet so that everyone can select a mate. These often devolve into frenzied displays of animal lewdness... / Eniac: ...Quite indignified, so I'm told. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031112 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Abúi gets on the other faeries' nerves and makes them feel very itchy indeed. Ooh yeah. Itch itch, scratch scratch... | [[Abúi speaks off-panel. P'séaigg facepalms.]]
/ Abúi: Do I really, really have to do this? / Maghreid: Yes! P'séaigg and I are too well-known. Besides, you can hide your wings under your hair. / Abúi: But these things chafe! And they'll wipe out my markings! I only had'em painted back on this morning! / Abúi: And they'll be a breeding ground for parasites! Lice and ticks will get into them! / [[Abúi speaks off-panel. P'séaigg and Maghried scratch imagined itches.]]
/ Abúi: I'm itching already! I don't want any lice in my- in me.. My mother always used to say-
/ P'séaigg: Abúi...
/ < http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031114 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: P'séaigg manages to calm Abúi's fears. What they're planning isn't quite clear. | P'séaigg: Now let's roll up those wings, and you'll have to wash off those markings! One less problem to worry about! / [[Abúi, properly naked again, splashes her face with water. Her body markings are already gone.]]
/ Abúi: Have you got any idea how long it took the artist Brakeburn to put these on?
/ P'séaigg: Big deal! / [[Abúi now wears the clothes again. P'séaigg is rolling up her wings behind her back.]]
/ Abúi: How can you agree to this? Especially after mouthing off at that Norla for-
/ P'séaigg: -wanting to be a human. / P'séaigg: I can't say I like this much myself, but... think of it as a prank we're playing.
/ Maghreid: We're fooling a high elf, right?
/ P'séaigg: Right! / P'séaigg: ... And when we're done, we'll have to have a word about the importance of compromise, flexibility and tactical retreats.
/ Abúi: Ooh! Indoctrination! / Abúi: Fill me up with propaganda, fearless leader! Ram it into me!
/ P'séaigg: First, put on these boots. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031117 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Norla, Ottar and the elder Rogues travel to the depths of the forest, and suffer a setback. | [[Atra, Jake, Ottar and Norla walk through the forest.]]
/ Atra: Are you sure you haven't got a sock to spare?
/ Jake: Sorry. They're still fresh as daisies. What Ottar washes stays washed for a long time. / Ottar: I am goodly at my toil!
/ Atra: Last time, this place was full of nasty-looking-
/ Norla: How much further? / [[Atra steps into a mushroom, which gives off a large cloud of spores.]]
/ Atra: Not far. About a hundred fee-WHA! / [[Atra, Norla, Jake and Ottar are no longer in the forest, but in an inn. Journalist 'Jody' looks down on them.]]
/ Atra: What the hell happened?
/ 'Jody': How can I help you? / {{Note: The name of the journalist can be found elsewhere in the archive. Mark this one as needing improvement until it is found.}} http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031119 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: It looks like an alehouse, but there's a journalist in there asking the blindingly obvious, so it must be the TCN headquarters. | {{The real name of 'Jody' the journalist can be found elsewhere in the archives. Mark this transcript as needing improvement until it is found.}}
/ [[Atra's illusion spell is broken so she is seen as a young woman.]]
/ Atra: Where are we?
/ 'Jody': These are the Town Crier Network's headquarters.
/ Atra: Looks like an alehouse to me.
/ 'Jody': Of course it does! Journalists work here. Are you faeries? / Ottar: Let me see. Small, green, wingful, pointsome ears. Methinks I might be a fae, Aye.
/ Atra: That's a three-hour walk from the forest. Were we transported here?
/ Jake: Hey Atra, you've done something to your hair! / 'Jody': The other one isn't green, and she looks just like Jodoque Davignon's wife!
/ Atra: I sure feel as if we walked all the way here!
/ Jake: Yeah, my feet are killing me! / Ottar: Waylay dust and a forgetsomeness hex could do that! That is what a sick mind like Wythllew's would for to do. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031121 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Daoibleagh has a customer! A willing one! Clap me in irons if I tell a lie! | [[Daoibleagh struts through the High Elven quarter of the Gnomian capital bearing his tray. A green faerie in a light orange dress spots him.]]
/ Daoibleagh: Cheese! Lovely mature cheese!
/ Green Faerie: Ooh! / Daoibleagh: Well-met, your ladyship! Can I interest you in some-
/ Green Faerie: They look lovely! Let's see.... / [[The Green Faerie customer looks into Daoibleagh's tray.]]
/ Green Faerie: I'll have... the one in the middle that's backing away. / Daoibleagh: Clap me in irons! You really want one?
/ Green Faerie: Yes! Yum! / Daoibleagh: You don't find them too...pungent?
/ Green Faerie: Nah. I've eaten high elven food for years!
/ 1. Cheese: You don't smell like roses yourself!
/ 2. Cheese: Sh! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031124 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Daoibleagh gets some business advice, and Abúi goes where no faerie has gone before. | Daoibleagh: High elven, your ladyship? You work here?
/ Green Faerie: Yeah, I'm a secretary to Lord Univac. Mmm yummy. / [[Daoibleagh proffers his tray.]]
/ Daoibleagh: Another one?
/ Green Faerie: Yes please. I did my Rite of Serfdom with him, and now I do the same work with pay and a uniform. / Daoibleagh: And you eat their food.
/ Green Faerie: I love it!You'd make a killing with this stuff, I tell you. I'll take one home for my boss... / Green Faerie: Word to the wise, though. Stay away from that house. Its owner, Lord Vax, always sets his dogs on Faeries. Even I am not allowed past the Gate... / [[Inside Lord Vax's house. Abúi stands with herback to the reader, in front of Lord Vax.]]
/ Abúi: So... we think we've found a lead that might help us find your daughter...
/ Vax: Good...good. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031126 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Abúi finds a way to pry into lord Vax's mind and get him to let his guard down. | Abúi: We will be in touch if we think you may be able to help us... [[thinks]] Now, look for...Aha! / Abúi: Hey, that's an interesting painting!
/ Vax: Hmmm? / Abúi: This one here! Is it Wodeskovian?
/ Vax: Oh! That. Yes, yes it is. / Abúi: Wodeskog is fascinating... the lutin clans, the Book of Wythllew, the magical work of Lord Queuenix, even the faeries with their colored patterns...
/ Vax: You know of the Wythllewe Boke? / Abúi: Only through hearsay, of course. There are only, what, three copies? They say that there are instructions to - get this - break into the Ancestor's Shrine!
/ Vax: Ha! / Vax: You shouldn't believe everything they say, my girl!
/ Abúi: Well, I am a cop! Crime should interest me!
/ Vax: I'll tell you one thing though... http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031128 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: So, is Lord Vax on to Abúi or not? | Vax: ... I've had a few glances at pages from the book, and it's absolutely visionary. / Vax: If we listened to her, we whouldn't have gnomes, humans and -Ancestor forbid- faeries overrunning our cities. / Vax: And agents from the Office of Rites wouldn't have to dress in those silly lower-elven battle outfits! / Vax: You look like a faerie in that getup! It's indignified for our law enforcement to look like they're fresh out of the forest. Good speed to you! / [[P'séaigg awaits Abúi behind a drain.]]
/ P'séaigg: And? / [[Abúi shrinks to faerie size.]]
/ Abúi: Charming! Just... charming.
/ P'séaigg: Did you get anything out of him? http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031201 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Jodoque and Eniac are enjoying the Lutin party, but wondering to what they owe the honor. All will soon be revealed, in rhyming couplets. | [[At the lutin village. Jodoque and Eniac feast with the lutins.]]
/ Jodoque: So far so good. No orgy. I really wouldn't be in the mood for an orgy.
/ Eniac: The meat is good too, and best of all we're not it.
/ Jodoque: I wish they had some bread or fruit to go with it though. / Eniac: They live for the hunt. All able-bodied adults take part. They don't do a lot of gathering or farming. / [[Jodoque pics some meat from a plate proffered by a lutin girl.]]
/ Jodoque: So this is a big honour? For them to share the spoils with us? Thank you! / [[A lutin male clears his throat behind Eniac. He is the spokeslutin.]]
/ Eniac: I'm still wondering about that myself. What did we do?
/ Spokeslutin: Ahem. / Spokeslutin: I apologise for the long wait, but now the occasion I will relate. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031203 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Our heroes are feted with honors, and it turns out the Dhouards are goners. Their deaths, though, have not been in vain, for Lutins feast on their remains. | Spokeslutin: 'tis not for laughs we honour you so, but as thanks for tracking down our foe. We may be doughty at the hunt, but you pulled off the biggest stunt... / [[The spokeslutin speaks off-panel. Jodoque and Eniac eye one another.]]
/ Spokeslutin: Had you not the dhouards located, we could not have exterminated! ...And so the time's come to reveal... / [[The spokeslutin speaks off-panel. A team of lutins carries a giant bowl and another team, off-panel, operates the crane used to lift the lid off it to reveal the cooked carcases of the two dhouards.]]
/ Spokeslutin: ...The main course of our festive meal! / [[The spokeslutin presents a lutin girl carrying two objects wrapped in cloth.]]
/ Spokeslutin: And ... and as the ones who guided us through... / [[The spokeslutin speaks off-panel. The girl proffers two eyeballs to Jodoque, who is horrified.]]
/ Spokeslutin: ...the finest bits will be for you! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031205 |
| a class="searchlink" href="http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031208">http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031208 | [untranscribed - please consider transcribing this comic!] |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Keen observer though she may be, Abúi's analysis is suspect. | [[Abúi is having her body painted again by the artist Brakeburn, while she briefs Maghreid and P'séaigg at the Sinn fae headquarters.]]
/ Abúi: ...and that's it! I'm sure he was involved in the theft of the Bone! / [[Abúi speaks off-panel. Maghreid shakes her head vigorously.]]
/ Abúi: You know, that he used the information from the Wythllewe Boke to get past-
/ P'séaigg: We know who stole the Bone. / Abúi: Oh yeah.
/ Brakeburn: Sit still, dammit! / Abúi: But the coverup... did he arrange that to protect Wythllew?
/ Maghreid: Nah. I don't think he has anything to do with the theft. / Maghreid: ...But undoubtedly he knows someone who does. / [[Maghreid speaks way off-panel. In his house, Vax is trying to contact someone on the crystal ball.]]
/ Maghreid: ...We'll just have to wait and see.
/ Vax: Come on, answer! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031210 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Maghreid explains the art of diplomacy according to a small creature with wings living in the year 1,001. | Maghreid: First rule of the art of diplomacy: Appear a lot more stupid than you actually are. / [[Maghreid talks over an image of Vax speaking on the crystal ball.]]
/ Maghreid: Lord Vax has been a diplomat for a long time, and he knows it very well.
/ Vax: ... it was obvious to me at once that the girl was an infiltrator. / [[Abúi's leg is being painted.]]
/ Maghreid: By now he'll have realised that you were not a high elven cop. / [[Maghreid talks over an image of Vax speaking on the crystal ball.]]
/ Maghreid: ...In fact I expect he realised that quite quickly! But he played along.
/ Vax: No, I have learned to tolerate a lot, if I must. / Maghreid: ...And of course he'll have seen no other option but to contact his cronies! / Abúi: Does that mean-
/ Maghreid: Save your questions for later! Now, I'm no fan of the renegade... http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031212 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: At last, we get to see some more of what faeries are capable of! Wiretapping, apparently. | Maghreid:... But she's right about one thing. We faeries don't use our magic enough. / Maghreid: We even use crystal balls! A human invention... crude but convenient. Even a gnome can learn to use them. /
/ Maghreid: As I speak, our friend Vax is talking to his friend on a ball. You know the location of that ball, don't you miss radical-weapons-expert-detective? / Maghreid: Home in... what is he saying? / Abúi: Yes, I can hear him! He's saying...
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/ Abúi: iA/Aw2Ax8sj6b+Eua Agi2cd7aOfIaVCJ96 un+/iGc8Anj http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031215 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Sinn Fae headquarters is just like Bletchley Park, but with better wall art. | Abúi: I'm sorry.
/ Maghreid: It's not your fault... / Maghreid: I should have known those high elves would cipher their crystal ball transmissions. But I only wanted to teach you a trick us oldsters know. I had other people listening in. Yes, Godric? / Godric: We haven't been able to decipher the transmission, but we can tell where the signal is going.
/ You'll be surprised to hear this. It's-
/ P'Séaiggg: Wait a minute. Maghreid? / P'Séaiggg: A word, please!
/ Maghreid: But-
/ P'Séaiggg: Now! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031217 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Suddenly, a territorial/dominance conflict erupts. | P'séaigg: Just what do you think you are doing?
/ Maghreid: What?
/ P'séaigg: Installing your people here? / P'séaigg: This is Sinn Fae headquarters, not Funny Hat Party Central Office! And you're no Sinn Fae official!
/ Maghreid: So? / Maghreid: That's never bothered you before!
/ P'séaigg: It does now! You're my guest here!
/
/ Maghreid: So what would you have done?
/ P'séaigg: That's not the issue! / P'séaigg: You don't order my people around and you don't bring in your own. No matter how brilliant your ideas are, you run them by me!
/ Maghreid: Oh, all right!
/
/ P'séaigg: So...who's our man? http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031219 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Meanwhile at the Lutins' feast, Jodoque is getting a bit squeamish, the wimp. | Jodoque: Eniac?
/ Eniac: Hmm?
/ Jodoque: Help! Do i really have to eat these? Would it be rude to refuse?
/ Eniac: Hmmm...You don't find them appealing?
/ Jodoque: No ! I don't!
/ Eniac: Wimp! ...But just tell them. I think they'd rather eat those things themselves.
/ Jodoque: Good. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031222 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: In The Golden Noose, Norla and her team discuss how to better prepare for another confrontation with Wythllew. Alcohol is involved. | Norla: There. That should counter a new waylay attack. / [[Norla and Ottar are speaking from within the Golden Noose, an alehouse.]]
/ Norla: We should prepare for other tricks that she might use.
/ Ottar: Such like a mind-o'ertake.
/ Norla: Rrright. / Norla: ...In theory, that can be counteracted by wearing a hat made of iron, beaten very thin... But ironwork isn't our strongest suit. / [[A waitress in a headsman's hood brings a tray full of mugs of ale.]]
/ Norla: However, we've found an antidote that works pretty well. / Norla: Keep a stiff drink in you, and she won't be able to control you. There are other things that she may try, but we can't prepare for everything. We'll have to wing it!
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/ Jake: Well,if I'm armed and drunk, I'm as prepared as I'm ever going to get. Let's go! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031224 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: You'd completely forgotten about this, hadn't you? Muahahaha! Eat hot spades! | [[Kel, Kangra, Bonfire and Clydesdale are playing a game of contree.]]
/ Bonfire: I'll just throw in.. uh... is the knave always higher than the ace?
/ Kangra: Only in the suit that's trump. / Bonfire: Oh... okay... This is one complicated game! Is this correct then?
/ Kangra: Sure. Now eat hot spades, sucker! / Kel: Muha. Lucky for us, I do have the Jack of... / [[Kel's fellow card game players and the faces of the guards have all turned to purple squids.]]
/ Kel: ...Squid. / Kel: Hgn...
/ Kangra: Kel? Are you allright? / Kel: I need to lie down for a bit... / Kangra: Dragon powder! Do any of you have dragon powder? http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20031226 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: We're back! And so are the squid. Yummy yummy tentacles. And bureaucratic pig-headedness. | Kel: You knew about the dragon powder?
/ Kangra: Oh yeah. That's common knowledge here.
/ Kel: Fantastic. I didn't hear of it until last year!
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/ Kangra: Shifter's madness is a common problem. They're bound to have some dragon powder for you in the hospital ward. / [[Kangra argues with a guard. From Kel's perspective, Kangra and the guard look just like giant purple squid.]]
/ Kangra: Whaddaya mean, no dragon powder?
/ Guard: Like I said, I've never heard of the stuff.
/ Kangra: So ask around and get some! This detainee needs it!
/ Guard: How do I know it's not some ghastly illegal weapon?
/ Kangra: Is there a faerie physician I can talk to?
/ Guard: Look, just tell me what you really need it for and I'll relay-
/ Kangra: I told you! She has shifter's madness!
/ Guard: Never heard of that either.
/ Kangra: Nevermind! I want to speak to our lawyer! http://rocr.net/?p=20040105 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: We're back! And so are the squid. Yummy yummy tentacles. And bureaucratic pig-headedness. | [[Kangra leads Kel towards the Dyrtforrabyggern's hospital ward.]]
/ Kel: You knew about the dragon powder?
/ Kangra: Oh yeah. That's common knowledge here.
/ Kel: Fantastic. I didn't hear of it until last year. / Kangra: Shifter's magic is a common problem. Theyre bound to have some dragon powder for you in the hospital ward. / Kangra: Whaddaya mean, no dragon powder?
/ Guard: Like I said, I've never heard of the stuff.
/ Kangra: So ask around and get some! This detainee needs it!
/ Guard: How do I know it's not some ghastly illegal weapon?
/ Kangra: Is there a faerie physician I can talk to?
/ Guard: Look, just tell me what you really need it for and I'll relay-
/ Kangra: I told you! She has shifter's madness!
/ Guard: Never heard of that either.
/ Kangra: Nevermind! I want to speak to our lawyer! http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20040105 |
| Webcomic Rogues of Clwyd-Rhan: Norla discovers just what a bored corvid is capable of. | [[Norla, Jake, Atra and Ottar are speaking off-panel in the interwoven panels.]]
/ Norla: So that's why the tavern girl wasn't surprised to see us!
/ Atra: Yup. The town crier woman was the odd one out. People are used to seeing odd things here.
/ And it's in the king's interest too! He uses Duchess Guðrún to maintain relations
/ with the Witch Queen.
/ Ottar: Aye! But the Duchess but gulls and cozens him.
/ Jake: ...The Duchess also conspires with the Gnomes to keep the King weak.
/ Atra: Really, Jake? I didn't know that.
/ Jake: Take my word for it. It's- / [[Panel 5.]]
/ Norla: Hey, look at that! So that's where my old vest went! / [[Panel 6. Arthur appears, landing next to a bundle of twigs he has dressed up in Norla's old vest.]]
/ Arthur: Uhmmm yeah. I was bored. http://rocr.net/index.php?p=20040107 |
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