Ahh, this was a fun one!

TheChad's already been introduced a couple roleplays prior, but we hadn't established how Dash met him. So, as you can see the title, I decided to backtrack into Dash's history on how he got here. It touches on Dash's history in Honorburg and the mission, then it focuses on his meeting with TheChad, who's full name is used here.

It's a very solid first 'full' effort by Chad, as he does his own lines this time. (I had to cover for most of his talking in the other roleplay. He wrote the first bits for Chad, then due to time constraints, I had to take Chad's talking over.)

Despite what Chad says, he doesn't stay at the cave, as we saw in his first appearance. *laughs!*

Sebastian Dash had his doubts about the mission.

The whole idea, impersonating Knob Goblins in order to convince the Penguin Mafia to go after a supposed Orb of the Sun, struck Dash as desperate. Yet, it seemed to be working, even if the Penguin body count was adding up. Although the mission objective was only announced earlier in the same day, Dash had been preparing for this for a few weeks now, ever since the last mission. Some of his allies had gone about brute force. Others had opted for a more subtle approach.

Dash, meanwhile, had been working with Prince Blahking and a few others to prepare something more convincing. Dash had a ready supply of forged documents, with the specific goal of imitating something you'd expect to find from the Knob Goblins. Orders to investigate and interrogate, documents implying they were looking for the Orb of the Sun, Dash had even managed to get a disgustingly authentic Knob Goblin shopping list ready for the venture. It wasn't as many forgeries as Dash was hoping to get done, but finding the village accelerated the process. It wasn't an opportunity to be missed.

Dash wasn't totally unfamiliar with this type of mission, either. During his adventures in Honorburg, Dash had performed similar operations on occasion, sometimes planting a fake spell book or a forged incriminating letter within groups such as the twisted Contessa Gray and her Council of Gray, or the Blue Imp Traveling Caravan of Gloom. Gray, after all, was almost legally untouchable at the height of her power in Honorburg, and the B.I.T.C.o.G. were wildly dangerous and unpredictable, but ultimately easy to manipulate, if you knew the right people.

As Dash had come to in his time in the city. He'd spent more of his time there in straight up battles with the different factions that seemed to be a neverending plague on the city and it's surrounding suburbs, especially Hellburbia. Poor old Hellburbia. Contrary to suburban legend, it does snow in Hellburbia frequently. It even freezes over at least once every two or three years.

Dash had done his best to help the thousands of adventurers, champions, idolized daredevils, and prima donnas in their fight against the evil forces of . . . er. . . evil for a year and a half. Unfortunately, he'd allowed himself to become involved with another hero. When that ended, badly, due in part to the interference of the nefarious Dr. Handsomenrich (who thinks up those corny villain names?) Dash ended up in self exile.

His travels eventually took him to Adrule, in a continent south of the Kingdom of Loathing Island, after Dash had heard prophesies of a legendary chosen one of chronological manipulation breaking free of his own twisted, confusing continuity to save the lands. Although Dash never saw the champion himself, he did assist the few remaining souls there until the hero could rise from the . . . until the hero of the prophesies could suddenly appear one day, standing in front of a cave without explanation. Unsurprisingly, Adrule was a land covered in billboards and advertisements, despite the obscenely small population. but that's 'ad rem.'

When the Moblinos started moving their influence further to the north, Dash was eager to stop the thread at the border. It didn't work out. Dash ended up south of the KOL border a while, before recently drifting back to the Kingdom of Loathing. That's right- Dash was born in the KOKOL many moons ago. Well, not that many. He's not THAT old.

It was on a request from Blahking, prince of a faction known as the kingdom of KOL, that Dash traveled even further north. Blahking had wanted- and received- Dash's assistance in dealing with a pissing contest between two of the Kingdom of Loathing's most dangerous factions, the Penguin Mafia and the Knob Goblins. Along the way, they'd come up with an effective strategy from a most unlikely source- a KOKOL trapper known as Konáll Bearsmasher. Konall for short. And for lack of the strange punctuation. Konall had recently come across a hiding spot for the Penguin mafia in the nearby Big Mountains, and devised a plan to continue his deception from earlier.

That brought us up almost to our current mission, which would see various koKOL members and allies set out to convince the Penguin Mafia that the Knob Goblins were searching for a powerful artifact dubbed the Orb of the Sun. In fact, the orb was far from powerful- Konall Bearsmasher had told Dash it was a lost component to a plexiglass watch, or some such thing. Nevertheless, if they could convince the Penguins that the Knob Goblins were after it, maybe they could bring the fighting between the two factions to a boil- and with any luck, they could manipulate the points of contention between the two factions to a location of koKOL's collective choosing.

Although not a member of the kingdom of KOL by any means, Dash found their goals and motivation here entirely compatible with his own sense of justice, which brings us to this point in our story.

Before Dash had killed the two guards to allow easier access for his allies in the mission. Before Raw Hide had pissed his name in the snow, or Dash had saved Prince Blahking from a horde of raging Penguin Mafia chefs, who proved that any Penguin in the mafia is a dangerous Penguin. Long before Bearsmasher had come across a mysterious, powerful looking sword, Dash's journey to prep the Penguin hideout for the koKOL subversion had hit a sidetrack when Dash heard a sound.

A most disturbing sound, which were clear indications of a hunt going on nearby to Dash's trained ears.

The sound seemed to be coming from the valley near Mt. Noob. Against his better judgement, Dash decided to investigate. It wasn't that far out of the way. Maybe it was a Penguin hunt party- if it is, Dash would have to deal with it before they caught a glimpse of the incoming invasion force.

Dash paused, blinking twice as he caught sight of a mammoth of a . . . well, it looked like a man. Or a hybrid between a man and a yeti. Only, it was bigger than any yeti Dash had ever heard of. The giant seemed to be singing as he . . . …walked back out of Noob Cave. He hit his head hard on something sharp. He cursed under his breath and seemed a little dazed from the hit. He then wandered over near the Dire Warren, wondering what he was doing on this strange planet and why he left home. He then found a few bunnies and quickly killed them. He then pulled out his Jack Hawk nine thousand hunting knife given to him as a kid. He tried to warm the meat by rubbing it in his hands fast. He then noticed someone in the bushes and ran to his capsule he had crash landed near the warren.

It was still going against his better judgement, but whoever the . . . . creature was, he looked vaguely intelligent. With the Penguin Mafia so close, Dash had to intervene, and get him to find a new home. He might be tough enough to hold his own against the Mafia- but Dash seriously doubted it.

Whatever he retreated to might have resembled a ship, if it wasn't so absurdly technologically advanced. At least, Dash had the slight impression it was technology. It far outclassed anything from any land Dash had ever visited. Actually, some of the Tirki-tics's technology Dash had seen during his time in Honorburg looked similar. . .

For some reason, it reminded Dash of a child's drawing, too. Unsure of what else to do, Dash walked up to what appeared to be the door. . . and simply knocked.

The stranger heard a knock on the door so he got ready for battle strung a cross bow and a staff across his back and filled his quiver full of bolts. He asked who was there.

"Just a friend!" Dash called out. He could hear Chad's hasty reaction. "I'm not here for a fight. I don't even have my weapons drawn. Why don't you open the door so we can talk?"

The stranger responded by jumping out of the ship swords in hand, ready for a fight. He soon stopped when he saw a man short, like two and a half feet shorter then himself. He did not find the man intimidating and asked, "What are you doing in my mountains?"

Dash relaxed now, his face hinting at a smile. He was bigger than Dash- but Dash wasn't intimated. It was clear to Dash the giant wasn't a fighter. Dash figured he MIGHT be human. But how to approach this? His mountains? He might not take kindly to the idea that he was in danger- but he clearly was. Dash had to find out more. "Pardon the intrusion, then. Lovely mountains. Might I know the name of he who owns such a vast setting?"

"My name you will know in time, and I come from a moon of this planet called Grimace you know of it? What is it you are looking for in these mountains? What is your name and where you from?"

"Sebastian Dash, the Dashing Rogue, at your service." Dash performed a flashy curtsey. "I come from these lands. I'm guessing you don't."

He replied, "I just told you. I am from a moon, Grimace. You may know of it. I came in here search of a job to make some meat in order to save my family. You say you can help me. In that case, give me a house to stay at, warm food, and cloths. Can you do that?!"

Dash paused to consider. This was his opportunity. "I might have some friends who can help you, but we're busy on an assignment right now. You'll have to wait here until I can bring them back to introduce you."

The giant replied, "Well what is this assignment you speak of? Could I be of any help?"

"Not nessicerily, but thank you. I'm sure we've got it covered, and it's quite dangerous. We're trying to deal with a very real threat up north. But like I said, I'm sure we can handle it."

He replied, "I MUST HELP! If you are going to supply me with shelter, I must do you a favor, right? What better to do then help you on your assignment? And the danger doesn't scare me! I've traveled from a moon to here in a broken ship. I've lived off of raw rabbit meat. I think danger is the last of my worries. Please let me help you; it's the least I can do."

Dash bowed. "Thank you for your generous offer, but you must understand, that if this mission goes wrong, several hundreds of lives could be at stake. I'm sure once you're properly trained, you'll have your chance to assist us." Dash was quickly becoming annoyed at the delay in his mission. He subtly changed the topic, hoping to convince this. . . . giant moon alien- or weird looking lunatic, Dash wasn't sure which- to stay here until they were done at the Villa. "What's your name, anyway?"

He then said, "I guess it's safe to tell you, my name is Thepanokon Chaderpetski the third. I was keeping it secret 'cause, I hate saying it."

Dash paused. "I'll just call you The Chad. So can you do that? Wait for me here? We won't be more than a few days, and we'll bring pasta if we can. . I'm not sure if you've heard of pasta before? It's quite delicious when stolen."

Then Chad stated, "I hate staying here. These rabbit furs hardly keep me warm. The bugs bother me a lot, and there's an annoying bird up on the top that is always trying to get me to help it! Just let me go. I can wait outside or something, just please. So can I?"

"A bird trying . . . " Dash paused. So he was dealing with a lunatic, huh? Tact wasn't working- maybe a nice adult voice would. This 'The Chad' didn't seem all that old. "Listen, if you want us to help, you need to stay alive to receive that help, understand? Do you want us to help?"

Chad said, "Yes but..."

"No butts. Wait here until we can return. Maybe you can cook us up some rabbit stew or something." At least Dash could let him feel useful while he was gone. "If I don't survive, look for a mage that'll identify himself as Prince Blahking, alright?"

Chad replies angrily, "O.K. What ever you say, Dash. I'm not going to like it, but I will stay. I hope this 'pasta' you speak of is good - whatever it is."

"Good. Then I'll see you soon." Dash folded his arms across his chest to make sure Chad actually went into the cave. Once he was satisfied Chad had, he turned, started his way down the hill.

It was turning out to be quite an interesting mission. The guards weren't much of a problem, due to the element of surprise and careful planning. Unfortunately, there turned out to be plenty of challenges ahead for both Dash and his allies, but that's another story.

One already in progress.