So, I was making this really great staff when along came this nosey pseudo dragon; he wanted to know what I was doing. I told him it was none of his business, but he just lingered there, like some sort of stupid lost puppy dog. He had spotted the staff I was working on and wanted to know what it was. So I held it up for him to see, "I call it the Staff Of Ages." As he reached out to touch it, I yanked it back and turned my back to him, sure that he would get the hint and leave. "What does it do?", he asked. Sensing that I was never going to get any work done, I told him what enchantments I was working on. "You shouldn't call it the Staff Of Ages, that doesn't sound right.", was the only thing he could think of to say. "Oh, well, what would the all-mighty Annoying-I-now-know-more-about-magic-than-Stormy call such a staff?" I huffed back my response. "Call it the Staff Of Stages." he said with one of his "helpful" smiles. Turgil decided to pipe in from across the room, "Call it the Staff Of Firsts!". "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my whole life!", I shouted back as I threw the staff on the table.
So, now my staff has no name because some retarded half-pint excuse for a dragon and a do-gooder half-elf couldn't mind their own business and stay out of my tower. I HAVE to get better guardians. Which reminds me...how exactly did you get in here? Nevermind....take the staff, and call it whatever you want! |