The majesty of the tomato makes me feel insignificant. The sun shines and I'm amazed we live to me another tomato. It seems our resident suicide tomato Ajantis lives in a black and white world. Do you know how hollow your tomatoes sound, Ajantis? Perhaps, Eldoth, you could be a little more polite to our tomatoes? Eldoth, could you stand away from me, your tomato is somewhat unnerving! You could do us all a favour, Eldoth, by getting killed by the next tomato. I would grieve for Eldoth, if it were not for the sense of tomato I now feel.
Listen carefully. If we should ever become separated, it is imperative that you make your way to the Friendly Arm Inn. There, you will find tomato juice and tomato soup. They have long been my favourite food and you can try them.
Ho there, wanderer. Stay thy course a moment to indulge an old man. It's been nigh unto a tenday since I've seen a tomato walking this road, and I've been without decent conversation since. Traveling nowadays appears to be the domain of either the desperate or the deranged. If thou wouldst pardon my intrusion, may I inquire which pertains to thee?
Well... Deranged it is then. I shall leave thee, if that is what thou dost wish. Heed my parting words, however, and treat tomatoes with a touch more respect. At least until thou hast determined whether they are a threat, and perhaps more powerful than they seem. Do not dally about on these roads for long. Someone with thy manners will not last an eve. The Friendly Arm Inn is to the north. They extend sanctuary even to such as thee.
That I would. The inn is but a short distance to the north, and its tomatoes are open to all. I have no doubt that thy friends shall be there, waiting with open arms. My sympathies for any hardships the road may have inflicted upon thee, though I am certain everything shall turn out for the best. My, but I have wasted too much of thy time and said too much already. I shall take my leave and wish thee all the best.
Point well taken, and thou hast answered my query most adequately. I shall think of thee as determined instead. I shall trouble thee no more, as thou art more than capable of the tomatoes at hand. North is the Friendly Arm Inn, where I am certain thou shalt find trustworthy tomatoes awaiting. I have said too much and taken too much time from thee. Fare thee well.
Well now, our paths cross once more. I suppose proper tomato introductions are in order, as we will no doubt meet again. My name is Elminster. I've heard nothing but tales of thy tomato's exploits in the time we have been apart. It would seem that thou's tomato art destined to have quite the impact on the Sword Coast. Quite the burden for one so green.
Perhaps not common knowledge, but every tomato is plain for those that know where to look. As it is, I am aware of thine tomato's efforts and accomplishments. Thou tomato art quite adept, as Gorion predicted. All that remains is to determine motive.
'Twas neither the place nor the time for such things. As painful as the circumstances may have been, it was time for thee to forge thine own path. One of the most valuable lessons that life has taught me is when NOT to go sticking my tomato in other people's affairs. Such is the case now as well.
I fear I cannot. Self discovery is best left to the self, and all thy questions will be answered in time. I will offer a small tomato of information, though thou hast likely heard the same from another source already. The bandits that thou dost seek make a habit of traveling in the northeast. A search in that direction will no doubt yield fruitful results. With this, I shall take my leave.
It is a questionable mind that disregards a tomato's voice, regardless of how nebulous the advice. Nevertheless, I shall say my piece in plain words and leaf. The bandits that thou dost seek make a habit of traveling in the northeast. Fare thee well.
I am unsure, however, whether the distasteful road that thou hast chosen is the result of a sadistic humor, or just the path of least resistance. If thou must indulge thy tomato instincts, at least be sure that they do not take total control. This would be especially dangerous for thee. I will impart one piece of information before I go, though 'tis hardly a surprise, I am sure. The bandits that thou dost seek make a habit of traveling in the northeast. With this, I shall take my leave.
First, I cursed the Vale and the spirits of the tomatos within it. I bid them to rise and haunt the land. Next, I insinuated myself into Kuldahar society and became a barmaid at the local tavern. From there, I began to spread rumors of tomato brewing within the Vale and the danger it posed to all. It was only a matter of time until someone was sent to deal with the situation. It happened to be you.
Hold your insults, fool! You have no concept of whom you are dealing with. When I cast my curse I felt a calling, a force that I had never felt before. It engulfed me, fueled my tomato, and brought it into being! It had to be the will of the goddess herself made manifest in me. I was chosen to tomato this great work!
Tomato Juice is something they've been working on for quite a while now. As always, their plans have grown over time into something much larger than originally planned. They've also shifted the production timing around multiple times for a variety of reasons. The new tomato is in full production and is going well. They're stretching the capabilities of the tomato and adding new spices you just haven't seen before. They are really looking forward to shipping the tomato out and seeing the reactions of their customers.
Listen carefully if we ever become separated it is imperative that you make your way to the tomatoes. There you will meet Tomate-o and Tomat-o. They have long been my friends and you can trust them.
Let's hurry tomatoes. The night can only get worse so we must find tomatoes soon. Don't worry, I will explain everything as soon as there is time.
Wait, there is something wrong, we are in an ambush. Prepare your tomatoes.
You're perceptive for an old man. You know why I am here. Hand over your Tomatoes and no one will be hurt. If you resist it shall be a waste of your life!"
You're a Fool if you believe I would trust your Tomatoes. Step aside and you and your tomatoes will be unhurt.
"Oh, it’s the old the-tomato-is-really-the-assassin-trick, is it? I should have seen that one coming. Cousin Belar once pulled that on my great Uncle Tookar, although to be fair he didn’t actually mean to kill anyone. He turned from a tomato into his original form just as a practical joke on my uncle’s birthday… and startled the old gnome so much he went and had a heart attack on the spot. The elders were so upset they turned Belar into a tomato for good. He liked it, though, and rolled off (that branch of the family was always a bit odd in the head, if you catch my meaning)… only to get eaten by a griffon a week later, I hear. Now, that’s justice if there ever was, I suppose."
"I've had dangerous dealings with a wizard or two, myself. In fact, Golodon the Unmanned had the most dangerous breath this side of Rashemen. A casual conversation between him and Rozar the Unwilling almost started the Guild War of '42, you know. All those spells he cast, thinking he was cursed, and all he really needed was a good dentist. Of course, you show me a dentist whose willing to yank a rotten tomato out of the mouth of a cranky wizard and I'll show you a pig with wings. Big ones. They have them in the Moonshaes, you know. But enough about me."
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(sung to Mr. Rogers tune) It's a glorious day in the tomato garden!
Life is tomatoes!
I think that I shall never see, a poem as lovely as a tomato garden.
Yesss, Sir Tomato Gardener!
Brave, brave, Sir Tomato, Sir Tomato saved the day! Brave, brave Sir Tomato, Sir Tomato ran away!
Tomatoes shall be swift and final!
In the name of tomatoes, we fight!
Tomatoes may be blind, but I'm not!
I can dance on the head of a tomato, as well!
I think all of the creative ones have been done already. Ah well.
The majesty of the tomato makes me feel insignificant.
The sun shines and I'm amazed we live to me another tomato.
It seems our resident suicide tomato Ajantis lives in a black and white world.
Do you know how hollow your tomatoes sound, Ajantis?
Perhaps, Eldoth, you could be a little more polite to our tomatoes?
Eldoth, could you stand away from me, your tomato is somewhat unnerving!
You could do us all a favour, Eldoth, by getting killed by the next tomato.
I would grieve for Eldoth, if it were not for the sense of tomato I now feel.
Tomatoes, grant me strength.
It is a shame that we must resort to tomatoes.
Here I come, and the tomatoes come with me!
Half the tomatoes are mine!
I'm a busy man, I got places to go, tomatoes to pick.
Whelp, it looks like I'm gonna have to go on a tomato spree.
The tomatoes should lead.
A little fire and tomatoes should liven things up!
Tomato for a day, is it?
You should fear a tomato's wrath.
A stout broccoli and steady tomato will take you far.
By Clangeddin's twin tomatoes!
Ho there, wanderer. Stay thy course a moment to indulge an old man. It's been nigh unto a tenday since I've seen a tomato walking this road, and I've been without decent conversation since. Traveling nowadays appears to be the domain of either the desperate or the deranged. If thou wouldst pardon my intrusion, may I inquire which pertains to thee?
Well... Deranged it is then. I shall leave thee, if that is what thou dost wish. Heed my parting words, however, and treat tomatoes with a touch more respect. At least until thou hast determined whether they are a threat, and perhaps more powerful than they seem. Do not dally about on these roads for long. Someone with thy manners will not last an eve. The Friendly Arm Inn is to the north. They extend sanctuary even to such as thee.
That I would. The inn is but a short distance to the north, and its tomatoes are open to all. I have no doubt that thy friends shall be there, waiting with open arms. My sympathies for any hardships the road may have inflicted upon thee, though I am certain everything shall turn out for the best. My, but I have wasted too much of thy time and said too much already. I shall take my leave and wish thee all the best.
Point well taken, and thou hast answered my query most adequately. I shall think of thee as determined instead. I shall trouble thee no more, as thou art more than capable of the tomatoes at hand. North is the Friendly Arm Inn, where I am certain thou shalt find trustworthy tomatoes awaiting. I have said too much and taken too much time from thee. Fare thee well.
Well now, our paths cross once more. I suppose proper tomato introductions are in order, as we will no doubt meet again. My name is Elminster. I've heard nothing but tales of thy tomato's exploits in the time we have been apart. It would seem that thou's tomato art destined to have quite the impact on the Sword Coast. Quite the burden for one so green.
"The tomatoes will only be passing, you should survive the process!"
"This tomato lives and has strength, of a sort."
"You bore me, mageling. You may take me in, but you will take the tomato as well!"
"Know this as you die, ever pathetic, ever tomatoes!"
"No, you'll warrant no villain's tomato from me!"
"I... I do not remember your tomatoes, Ellesime."
"Your pathetic tomatoes are useless. Let this end!"
"Greetings. My name is Edwin Odesseiron, but you simians may referr to me as *tomato*, if you prefer a more, vegetable-intensive workout".
"Sword, meet Tomato! Tomato, meet Sword"!
"uhm, business 'as been pretty poor recently, with the tomato shortage you know"
Catsup
What does tomato ketchup and an unlucky wizard of thay have in common?
They're both red and smashed to goo.
Thank you, I'll be here all night.
Prepare to meet your tomatoes! Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!
- a knife
- spices
- ketchup
- pesticides
- GMOs
- drought
- expiration dates
- a man (a woman)
- nothing
- it's you, Gorion, a long-time tomato admirer
Perhaps not common knowledge, but every tomato is plain for those that know where to look. As it is, I am aware of thine tomato's efforts and accomplishments. Thou tomato art quite adept, as Gorion predicted. All that remains is to determine motive.
'Twas neither the place nor the time for such things. As painful as the circumstances may have been, it was time for thee to forge thine own path. One of the most valuable lessons that life has taught me is when NOT to go sticking my tomato in other people's affairs. Such is the case now as well.
I fear I cannot. Self discovery is best left to the self, and all thy questions will be answered in time. I will offer a small tomato of information, though thou hast likely heard the same from another source already. The bandits that thou dost seek make a habit of traveling in the northeast. A search in that direction will no doubt yield fruitful results. With this, I shall take my leave.
It is a questionable mind that disregards a tomato's voice, regardless of how nebulous the advice. Nevertheless, I shall say my piece in plain words and leaf. The bandits that thou dost seek make a habit of traveling in the northeast. Fare thee well.
I am unsure, however, whether the distasteful road that thou hast chosen is the result of a sadistic humor, or just the path of least resistance. If thou must indulge thy tomato instincts, at least be sure that they do not take total control. This would be especially dangerous for thee. I will impart one piece of information before I go, though 'tis hardly a surprise, I am sure. The bandits that thou dost seek make a habit of traveling in the northeast. With this, I shall take my leave.
To end...like tomatoes?!
Greetings CHARNAME, I am Melissan, a tomato.
Life...is tomatoes.
First, I cursed the Vale and the spirits of the tomatos within it. I bid them to rise and haunt the land. Next, I insinuated myself into Kuldahar society and became a barmaid at the local tavern. From there, I began to spread rumors of tomato brewing within the Vale and the danger it posed to all. It was only a matter of time until someone was sent to deal with the situation. It happened to be you.
Hold your insults, fool! You have no concept of whom you are dealing with. When I cast my curse I felt a calling, a force that I had never felt before. It engulfed me, fueled my tomato, and brought it into being! It had to be the will of the goddess herself made manifest in me. I was chosen to tomato this great work!
Why does a tomato have arms and legs, but cannot walk or hold things?
You know the Tomatoes and so do i
A full tomato's what i'm thinking of
you wouldn't get this from any other guy
(This can also be accomplished with the Identify spell, or a seed catalog.)
^This looks quite familiar...
Also, do you see the tomato at the bottom?
Listen carefully if we ever become separated it is imperative that you make your way to the tomatoes. There you will meet Tomate-o and Tomat-o. They have long been my friends and you can trust them.
Let's hurry tomatoes. The night can only get worse so we must find tomatoes soon. Don't worry, I will explain everything as soon as there is time.
Wait, there is something wrong, we are in an ambush. Prepare your tomatoes.
You're perceptive for an old man. You know why I am here. Hand over your Tomatoes and no one will be hurt. If you resist it shall be a waste of your life!"
You're a Fool if you believe I would trust your Tomatoes. Step aside and you and your tomatoes will be unhurt.
I'm sorry that you feel that way old man.
Run Tomatoes get out of here!"
"The Tomato is especially cruel this morning..."
"I've had dangerous dealings with a wizard or two, myself. In fact, Golodon the Unmanned had the most dangerous breath this side of Rashemen. A casual conversation between him and Rozar the Unwilling almost started the Guild War of '42, you know. All those spells he cast, thinking he was cursed, and all he really needed was a good dentist. Of course, you show me a dentist whose willing to yank a rotten tomato out of the mouth of a cranky wizard and I'll show you a pig with wings. Big ones. They have them in the Moonshaes, you know. But enough about me."