I know where I am
 

Well, I know where I am, but, where are you?

Me & Wolf...

I guess I'd be the wanderer.

The talking shrub and the floating skull appeal to me.

I wanted to be the floating skull.

hermit

Hey .... once a dozen or so people have chosen their characters, we start making up the Cellar Epic Story.

Cool! I wanna be the tart.

:::restrains self from identifying other dwellars:::

I wanna be something fun like the lunatic, but I suspect the golem is probably most me and not someone else.

...waiting for the monkey fight.....

I'll be the innkeeper

I would like to be the magic cow.

May I be the dancing bear, please?

I, too, would like to be the magic cow. Or the floating head.

I would also LOVE a copy of that for my den room wall. Where to get one?

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I shall be The Hairy Beast!

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of course, I'd cast myself as the hero, but I'd probably make a better sniper...because I don't run very fast.

I think it's a postcard, but his name is Tom Gauld.

I could be The Wanderer.

(I had just stumbledupon this pic a week or so ago. never thought of turning it into dwellars. Good thinking, gravdigr!)

The sorceress is perfect for me!

Dibs on the Nudist!!!

Dibs don't work, here.

Prepare for 75 nudists and 37 dancing bears.

You're just saying that cause I WAS FIRST FOR THE WANDERER! :p

Well, I didn't see that. If dibs work then I am the fucking MAGIC COW!

Bibbity Bobbity Moo!

Obviously, Em is going to be The Genius.

I can't decide between the giant cat and the three witches (it would be fun to have multiple personalities). :3eye:

PS I see that pie got the giant cat already, so its the three witches for me.

No reason why we can't have 2 floating skulls....no-one else has put dibs on the talking shrub, so if we can only have 1 of each, then that'll be my choice.

Um, the Queen, naturally.........

Sheldon can be the birdman. :D

There's more than one!

http://johnaugust.com/Assets/epic.jpg

Here ya go Bri. http://www.buenaventurapress.com/prints/printBP-23.php

(I CANNOT believe I found that again.):D
(And I also stumbledupon it.)

The only good think I've done this week.

Stumbledupon ... I would have thought you would use Digg ...

I'll be The Broken Man.

Els, you"d have made a great Necromancer.

Gravdigr, thanks!!

:)

sold out! Oh noes!

I'll be the Little Man. :D

Sold Out, under the picture.

The Apparition.

I guess the obvious one for a sidhe is the fairy.

@ Sam you could be the devil. It looks just like the giant cat.

I know where I am, by The Cellar
 

Cast Of Characters

Gravedigger..........Gravdigr
Guards.................Bruce and Wolf
Wanderer.............Zen, Shawnee
Talking Shrub.......Casi
Floating Skull ...... Casi, Dana, Brianna
Hermit.................UT
Tart.....................JujuWhite
Lunatic Golem .....Monster (you see what I did there?)
Innkeeper............Glatt
Magic Cow ...........Shawnee, Brianna
Dancing Bear........Spexx
Strongman............Zippy
Hairy Beast...........Merc
Giant Cat..............Pie, SamIam
Heroic Sniper........Lumberjim
Sorceress..............StormieWeather
Nudist..................Xhaos
3Witches..............SamIam
The Queen............QotR
Broken Man..........Elspode
Little Man.............Tulip
Apparition.............Crimson Ghost
Fairy....................Skysidhe


Okay, that is enough to start an epic tale.
In cases where there are two dwellars playing one character, either can control it. Dwellars with more than one character can play either or both. Newcomers welcome.

Lets have a chain story. Start your paragraph post with your character entering the scene , but try to carry on the thread of the story. Try to open possibilities. The plot will be determined by the interactions of the characters of the people who are posting at any given time. If in doubt, try to be influenced by the title:


I Know Where I Am

An Epic Tale

By

The Cellar



The Wanderer's worn boots stirred the dust on the lonely road. He hoped to reach the town before dusk, for the summons he had received had been urgently worded and the name that called him was no fool.
But what is that shape, under the shady tree where the road narrows? Strange perils lurk in the badlands.
"Who are you, friend or foe?" called the Wanderer.

"That is for you to decide," said a melodious voice. The Wanderer heard the low clang of a bell as a beautiful black and white Holstein stepped out from under the tree. She smiled at him and ducked her head. There was a rose at her dainty hoof. "This rose...it's for the lady," the cow said.

Somewhat disconcerted by the talking, rose-giving, though admittedly rather attractive, cow; The Wanderer said "...". The bovine apparition began to shiver alarmingly, maintaining, despite her quaking, a come hither smile. With growing unease, the Wanderer watched as the cow's buxom form fell away leaving only the head, it's smile stretching into an eery grin and its flesh melting away to reveal the startling white of bone.

"Christ on a bike!" Exclaimed the Watcher, as he bent to pick up the fallen bloom, his eyes never leaving the skull which now floated in the air at shoulder height.

"Which Lady?" stammered the wanderer. "Wait! Do you mean The Queen?" One of his birth would be flogged for speaking to the queen uninvited; giving her a rose would surely mean beheading. "What am I to say to her?"

The cow, which was quickly becomming just the head of a cow (much as the cheshire cat became only his smile) simply mooo'd and shook what was now, simply, it's head.

"The lady," she smiled at the alarmed Wanderer, "the lady in the small, land-locked body of water over yonder," and with a roll of her great cow-eyes, the head disappeared, leaving the Wanderer to wonder. But being a Wanderer of Some Action, he didn't wonder for long. Soon he was shaking the dust from his boots and surveying the land for this 'small, land-locked body of water' whence a lady should arise. He was feeling rather deja vu-ish about the whole matter - where, where, had he encountered this situation before? It was driving him mad, when, suddenly, without warning, the sky drew dark and stormy.

"Bloody hell," he thought, "best find some shelter for the night!"

The giant cat ignored them all.

"Hey, that's my queue", thought the Innkeeper as he heard the rumble of thunder. He stepped out the front door of his inn and called over to the Wanderer. "You best get out of that weather before it's the death of you."

The Wanderer looked over and wondered why he hadn't seen the inn before. It was an old building, blending in with the landscape. It was nestled into a small hill by the crossroads on the outskirts of town. It looked like it hadn't seen a guest in decades, but with the rain about to start, he had little choice. Besides, it had a cozy look to it.

He hustled quickly inside to the beckoning Innkeeper.

"I've got two available rooms. One is in back, next to the kitchen, and the other is upstairs with a view of the town. The upstairs room is nicer, but I warn you, the other guest upstairs is a bit peculiar. You may be more comfortable near the kitchen. But where are my manners? You must have a mighty thirst, wandering that dusty road. Can I get you some ale?"

Is it too late to be cast as The Knight?

The Wanderer, while stomping the dust from his boots, replied, "Ale would be wonderful along with a little bite of bread for a hungry traveler."

The Innkeeper harshly called to the Tart working in the cramped kitchen in the next room. "Tart, bring out some of the finest bread along with a leg of the freshest prepared turkey, and be quick about it!" The Tart hurridedly prepared the meal and entered the Inn to serve the worn Wanderer his hot dish of food.

"What do you I owe you for this fine plate of food?" asked the Wanderer. "Just two bits and a story of your travels." responded the Tart who was desperate for kind conversation.

Just checking in as the Visitors (literally!)...

Two Visitors to the area were also in the bar. They looked at the Wanderer curiously, as well. "Do you mind if we listen to your tale, as well?" they enquired. "We are in urgent need of information".

I must be The (Code) Monkey

then do/say something!!!

Code Monkey by Jonathan Coulton

mp3 here

Code Monkey get up get coffee
Code Monkey go to job
Code Monkey have boring meeting with boring manager Rob
Rob say Code Monkey very diligent
but his output stink
his code not functional or elegant
what do Code Monkey think
Code Monkey think maybe manager want to write goddamn login page himself
Code Monkey not say it out loud
Code Monkey not crazy just proud

Code Monkey like Fritos
Code Monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew
Code Monkey very simple man
with big warm fuzzy secret heart
Code Monkey like you
Code Monkey like you

Code Monkey hang around at front desk
tell you sweater look nice
Code Monkey offer buy you soda
bring you cup bring you ice
you say no thank you for the soda cause
soda make you fat
anyway you busy with the telephone
no time for chat

Code Monkey have long walk back to cubicle
he sit down pretend to work
Code Monkey not thinking so straight
Code Monkey not feeling so great

Code Monkey like Fritos
Code Monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew
Code Monkey very simple man
with big warm fuzzy secret heart
Code Monkey like you
Code Monkey like you a lot

Code Monkey have every reason
to get out this place
Code Monkey just keep on working
to see your soft pretty face
Much rather wake up eat a coffee cake
Take bath, take nap
This job fulfilling in creative way
such a load of crap
Code Monkey think someday he have everything even pretty girl like you
Code Monkey just waiting for now
Code Monkey say someday, somehow

Code Monkey like Fritos
Code Monkey like Tab and Mountain Dew
Code Monkey very simple man
with big warm fuzzy secret heart
Code Monkey like you
Code Monkey like you

The loyal dog lifts it's head and sniffs the air, as it is coiled neatly by the fire. Then it lets out a an unsure, low, growl. Then raises to it's hindquarters swiftly to go inspect a mysterious smell by the front of the door. Woof! Woof it cries, and anxiously wags it's tail. Something unusual is approaching but the dog can not tell what....No one in the inn pays attention to the dog and passes the howling off, still trying to concentrate on the visitors story.

Not quite no-one ... the Two Visitors exchange an anxious glance ...

The Wanderer draws on the ale and begins.
"Perhaps you know of the Rhythmical Knight?"
The Visitors gasp. The Loyal Dog twitches an ear. The Tart freezes silently.
"I see you have heard of Sir Joe the Regular. I knew him long ago." The Wanderer gives a distant smile, then looks sad.
"I have word from him, bidding me meet him in this village of Red Rock, at the first full moon after midsummers. I know not what, but strange deeds are afoot."
The Visitors shift uneasily.
"Now let me tell you about the cow..." he begins, but the others barely have time to look startled by that, when the Loyal Dog sets up a furious barking that cannot be ignored.

The Two Visitors stare in undisguised alarm as the Loyal Dog's barking reaches a crescendo ...

Just then...!

[Oh come on someone, who wants in?]

Then the gravdigr--I mean--gravedigger walked in the door. Everyone gasped and looked away hurriedly. Except the visitors, who looked around questioningly. "Don't look 'im in the eye!" said the innnkeeper. "He's half-crazed and unpredictable as all hell." "What made him this way?" asked one of the visitors. The innkeeper replied "He was on some website and was driven completely, totally insane whilst reading the story of someone who had been bitten by a capybara..."