Session 84.5

TMG has connected.

RAM has connected.

Meany has connected.

Dr. Hatari has connected.

Liatai:Sending Miacherry zipping through TWVGHQ to clear fog. :B

TMG:x3

Dr. Hatari:Marbles scatter everywhere.

Miacherry:Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Gnogglebolt:Damn fey! Get offa mah workshop!

Miacherry:What's this? Does it explode? :O

Gnogglebolt:YES IT DOES--

Miacherry:Ooooooh! Shinies!

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Miacherry:Ooh! You got thingamajiggies an' doodleboppers too! 83

Meany:Map?

Liatai:Tinker Workshop and VG HQ, for now.

Meany:Awesome.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Ugh, that took forever to load.

RAM:<font color="#990000">...Where are mah tokens?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">This is a blank map.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Drop away.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, so...how are we starting this? Perhaps Talfeera could Send (under her own power or with a scroll) back to Shankfang when she's all awake to ask him for location, and Shankfang gives the place of the 'new house' and goes there, and Gnogglebolt follows along.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">What time in the day is it?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Like I said Ram, this is an old version of the campaign file.

RAM:<font color="#990000">I need mah tokens!

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Liatai:<font color="#000000">Well, first off, lemme finish dropping in NPC tokens. ^^;;;


 * Dr. Hatari is bricked.

TMG:<font color="#000000">You should have your tokens saved in your own library. -3-

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'll grab a Shankfang for you.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Techy, this is my new laptop.

RAM:<font color="#990000">I don;t have shit on it.

<font color="#0000ff">VAE has connected.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Apparently I broke your BombFox.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Like, a lot.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh well~

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The time of day is late morning to early afternoon.

BombFox:<font color="#990000">Don't worry, I fixed it! :D

BombFox:<font color="#990000">Kinda...

BombFox:<font color="#990000">There!

BombFox:<font color="#990000">Fixeded!

BombFox:<font color="#990000">Now, where's the cuts flying fox? :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He's kind of crooked and has visual facing instead of 360 degree D&amp;D vision.

BombFox:<font color="#990000">*cute

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Brb.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">HY LIIIIIIIVE!

BombFox:<font color="#990000">WHO KEEPS MESSING WITH MY BOMBFOX?!

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Hehehehehehehe.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">I haz catz.


 * RAM takes away Bombfox ownership from Meany. =3=

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">=3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yay, I did save a Royce token.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Now just to grab a few random Palmadins.


 * RAM gives Bombfox ownership to everyone but Meany.


 * Dr. Hatari read that as Pameladins.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Pamela is a Paladin?! :O

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">^.^~


 * Pamela Lundy is brick'd offscreen.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(ram; oh, by the way, vargoth is online :o


 * Dr. Hatari tries to envision a protector and champion of whatever it is Pamela stands for.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Paladin of Slaughter.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">... Sailor scout mantra is now heard.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">*bricked*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Train of thought, y u do dis

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Sailor Zombie?

VAE:<font color="#000000">haha

VAE:<font color="#000000">Pamela is an atheist ... she'd be vaguely insulted I think

VAE:<font color="#000000">well, was

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh wow. I'm surprised you remember that little detail. :B

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Now.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">To bring forth.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">The Addamses.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d2 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d2 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d2 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'RAM:<font color="#990000">Hmm. I see all the doors are closed.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Why are they the Addamses, anyways?

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'RAM:<font color="#990000">Because you touch yourself at night.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'* Dr. Hatari strikes RAM into the stars with home-run bat. =3=

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'* RAM rockets back down at terminal velocity, metero-tackles Dr. Hatari. :3

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'RAM:<font color="#990000">*meteor

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Liatai:<font color="#000000">... aw.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hmm?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I could have used the same three paladins that picked up Royce and the rest of the Sarganos at the tomb in the first place...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... but I used the lady paladin's token as Salishea's human shape. ^^;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Aww.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You could have her still exist in the world as a mortal.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Raising serious questions.


 * Dr. Hatari is bricked.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Found another serious red-haired armored lady.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So yay.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">~

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">So.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">What time of day does this take place?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Didn't I say already...? ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Late morning to early afternoon.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Come oooooon! Let's get started already!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I wanna see my fiance!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hang on hang on hang on gotta open books.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Hurryyyyyyyy!

VAE:<font color="#000000">who's actually gonna be present?


 * Shankfang the Deffrider pokes Lia's side.

VAE:<font color="#000000">dunno if I can plot with owl in the meantime

GM:<font color="#000000">Where were we...

GM:<font color="#000000">It's the 3rd of Damarron! It's a Rada! It's snowing!

TMG:<font color="#000000">er...danman, do you -want- to be involved in Talfeera's appearance? ^^;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And Talfeera is coming today! :D

VAE:<font color="#000000">:3

VAE:<font color="#000000">:3 :3 :3 :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I'll take that as a yes.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">cuz, um....Gnogglebolt would really not want Miron there...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 61&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

VAE:<font color="#000000">let's call it &quot;possibly&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Carry on.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Too bad!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang wants her to meet everyone!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt never wants anyone anywhere. =3=; *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">And now you are making me actively want to


 * RAM does not brick Lia because it's true.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Bring him in if you want. Got a token, VAE? :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Well, at any rate, Gnogglebolt emerges from his workshop and goes over to Shankfang. &quot;So...I hear my sister's coming into town today.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ja!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">har hum

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ja ja ja ja ja!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">didn't you have mine?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas is still upstairs, sleeping not-quite-soundly.


 * Shankfang the Deffrider is practically bouncing in barely contained excitement.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Like ... I got tokens

VAE:<font color="#000000">but with obsolete stats

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Whabam.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Might be outdated, but there you go.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well...I suppose it's my duty as much as yours to be there. You've said she's teleporting in, where will she be dropping in?&quot;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'VAE:<font color="#000000">Level 8, but does the trick

VAE:<font color="#000000">real Miron is level 9. Luckily, I got stats in a text file

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'll have to resave everyone's tokens from the newest map. ^^;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Here. Hy tried to giff her de location earlier, but she vas schtill schleepink.&quot; |3

Audience:<font color="#FF0000">Checking your stats before meeting new friends. Never a good sign. *bricked*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Here? Not at the house you bought?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">:3


 * Edaric is probably still trying to avoid Aelian and Tathi, so he's elsewhere for this scene.


 * Swallowtail is... somewhere ninja-ing. Who knows?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vy vould Hy? It's kompletely onfurneeshed, ve're gunna be schtayink here ontil ve do get it furneeshed, und Hy vant her to meet everyone!&quot;

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">When suddenly.

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">Shave and a haircut bit knock.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Le open door~

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Haloo!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh! Hello everyone, again.&quot;

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Good morning.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Psst... Asgrim.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Your familiar's species is showing. :P

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;We're here as per orders, to make sure you haven't killed each other.&quot;

Hord:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Yet.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Yes.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">I can't remember the familiar's name.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">|D

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Pardon?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Perfeck timink! Hyu hall get to meet my fiance ven she schows up!&quot; :D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">One moment.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Notus.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">They're on the VG HQ map. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Well, if she was still asleep when you tried to tell her the address, I dunno how she's going to know to come here...but eh. I'll be in my workshop, I'll hear if anything happens.&quot;

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;We've heard of how you people act when put into close proximity.&quot;

Ceowulf:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;None of it bodes well.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...And what's -that- supposed to mean?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What in the world has Barbarus been telling you?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;She iz schmot. Hy imagine she vill send to me to get de address before she teleports.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(also meany, I think your meta is showing. -3- inter-party problems didn't really come to the fore until after the group left Castleton and Barbarus behind...)

VAE:<font color="#000000">Who's Hlis anyways

VAE:<font color="#000000">Reminds me

Saermund: <font color="#a14d7f">(( Sending stone. Which you left with the guy who doesn't care enough to not detail the inter-party problems. ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">hlista is slovak word for.. intestinal worms

TMG:<font color="#000000">(a sending stone that only does 25 words a day. Certainly not enough for nuances like that.)

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Fifty.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(but eh.)

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Sending to one person, reply.

TMG:<font color="#000000">twenty-five one-way.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Other person sends, then reply again.

TMG:<font color="#000000">From Sszeyl to Barbarus.

TMG:<font color="#000000">ANYWAY. back IC.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah well. Come in, help yourselves to the common room...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">YOU SQUASHED ME

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'TMG:<font color="#000000">what the--why do I have ownership of the followers?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You're a GM.


 * Shankfang the Deffrider practically dances into the common room. He's pretty much on cloud 9 right now.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You don't.

TMG:<font color="#000000">...oh, right. -3-

TMG:<font color="#000000">...and this isn't the common room, Meany, that's the lobby. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway, I'll be in my workshop...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Doot do doo, tinkering about until something happens.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Uf kourse hyu vill.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Meanwhile, I need to plan tings.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">GM, how much space would 300gp for stall space get me? :o

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Sit, wait.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Bounce, fidget, wait...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Giggle, grin, bounce, wait...

Audience 1:<font color="#FF0000">That may not be enough, buddy.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">About when noon rolls around... Shankfang hears something. &quot;Snugglebear~ I got the scroll, now I've just gotta get to you! I'm all packed and everything! Gimme the address again? I was all muzzy...&quot; ^^;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:D


 * Dr. Hatari is now picturing Sending preceeded by cellphone ringing.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Uf kourse, luv. It's de nev Vigilant Guardian HQ in Kestleton...&quot; insert further description here.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">After he'sdone...

Shankfang the Deffrider: <font color="#990000">&quot;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">In the meantime, Castleton's shortest grumpy inquisitor has finished his patrol duties associated with incoming feasts, and shows up at the Vigilant Guardians HQ for a change, perhaps to see Tom

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dat vas her! She'll be here henny second!&quot; :D

VAE:<font color="#000000">(VAE's imagining that's very much the case)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Listen check, Miron?

VAE:<font color="#000000">(Sabotages at such a time, and all that)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">|O~ zzz

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 15 + 5 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron feels listful

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You very clearly hear the &quot;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&quot; x3


 * Shankfang the Deffrider wonders if Thomas should roll a listen check to see if Shankfang woke him up. :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 16 + 4 = 20&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+4 = 9 + 4 = 13&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">''That sounds .. painfully familiar. ''

Miron:<font color="#000000">*knocks*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Le open door~

Liatai:<font color="#000000">...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Bad mental image.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Shankfang: *hears door-knocking* IT'S HER!!! :D


 * Dr. Hatari pats.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Talfeera, iz dat-...&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">luuulz

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Shankfang: *opens door and snaps Miron up in a bearhug and gushes*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Oh, nein. Iz just Miron.&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 6 + 1 = 7&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Listen. =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;'course it's me&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt peeks his head through the workshop door, sees who it is, shakes his head, and retreats back into the workshop.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vell, kome in! Hyu get to meet Talfeera! She'll be here henny second!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*slides in*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Bounce bounce bounce!

GM:<font color="#000000">Listen checks all around when you have the chance. :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell, if she's gonna teleport, why'd she go in front of the door, anyways?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shrug.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 20&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; WHAT?!

Audience:<font color="#FF0000">You know, she has to teleport to a spot she's seen/been to before. It'll probably be atleast like. A few minutes.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:O

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I HEAR EVERYTHING!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 10 + 5 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Lissn' up mentlegen

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 18 + 1 = 19&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Listen. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Whaaaaat D| Listen &#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 3 + 4 = 7&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Listen with gnommish ears. &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 15 + 2 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">Everyone but Thomas hears a startled &quot;MWEEP!&quot; from Gnogglebolt's workshop.

Shankfang the Deffrider: <font color="#990000">:O

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">SUDDENLY!

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt... may turn around to suddenly see his sister atop his furnace, with several suitcases. O.O

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sounds like what I heard in that sending...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt's head snaps up at the noise. &quot;What the--&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;SCHPARKY?!&quot; :D

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt stares across the workspace to his sister...standing on top of his (currently unlit, fortunately) furnace as the door behind him bangs open.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ohhhhh did I get the wrong place this looks so Mazian...&quot; ...

Talfeera: <font color="#000000">:O

Shankfang the Deffrider: <font color="#990000">&quot;SCHPARKY!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron takes the first door wrongly, retreats, then finds the workshop door

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;''Snugglebear! Little brother!''&quot; 8D

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'VAE:<font color="#000000">ahaha


 * Adelaide squeaks!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Adelaide is pure win

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">As everything in Shankfang's path suffers a bull rush.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You got that right, Indrite.&quot; Gnogglebolt says in response, smirking at his own wordplay.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ferret with pink glasses

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;&#191;Cu&#225;l es el significado de todo este ruido tan temprano en la ma&#241;ana cuando las personas intentan desesperadamente dormir?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Fuck, i'm nominating that

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">...right before he's barreled over by the half-orc.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">How high is the furnace?

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah

VAE:<font color="#000000">Does Miron even see her?

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">Good question. Tech?

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Why is she on the furnace? =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">probably no more than 8, 10 feet at most. (I'd guess, off the top of my head)

TMG:<font color="#000000">Probably less than that.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">FURNACE!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">CONSIDER YOURSELF CLIMBED!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Does Miron have a line of sight at her?


 * Talfeera is bouncing up and down atop the furnace and certainly making enough noise for Miron to know she's there. :D :D :D!!!

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">A very agitated, jacketless Primera looms over Gnogglebolt, expecting an answer. *_*

Miron:<font color="#000000">*laughing*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang doesn't let something as simple as a head high furnace stop him!

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can't believe it I got it on the first try you got us a HOUSE and look at this place it's a perfect slice of home and you're here I'm here we're here!!!&quot; 8D


 * Thomas Lazarus grumbles and tries putting his pillow overtop his head. =3=#

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">He climbs that shit and scoops Talfeera up in his biggest Half-Orc hug to date!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So.. Gnogglebolt ... that's your sister? &quot;


 * Talfeera throws her arms around Shankfang's neck and kisses him. ^.^

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt picks himself up off the floor after being dazeed by the half-orc running over him to see his sister in Shankfang's embrace.

Adelaide:<font color="#000000">So 'sup. Nice digs.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(and hey, we're forgetting something--image?)

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy know Hy kan' belieff hyu're here Hy missed hyu so much und Adelaide iz here to und ve hef a house und Hy missed hyu Hy missed hyu Hy MISSED HYU!&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(The liasketch?)

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Hmm.. actually.. might well be. Reminds me of Robin and Richter.''

RAM:<font color="#990000">I...don't have it on my laptop. ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Lia should have the link

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;EEEEE!&quot; Squeeze!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And Talfeera is on the recieving end of a big Half-Orc kiss, too! :D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">This? http://i581.photobucket.com/albums/ss260/Liatai/ShankfangTalfeera.jpg

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&#191;&quot;Una hermana? Oh debe ser para la boda.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt blinks and turns around. &quot;I don't speak Tanish.&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Primera squints, and takes a deep breath.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">There we go!

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Why is there so much noise in the morning?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(I...didn't mean make it as your token image, but that works. : )

TMG:<font color="#000000">:B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gnogglebolt's sister's here.. and well, Shankfang's girl.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Because my sister has just arrived.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">It takes a few moments, but Shankfang eventually calms down a tad, holding Talfeera close.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000"> &quot;Hy missed hyu, Talfeera.&quot; :3

Adelaide:<font color="#000000">The ferret looks around the workshop approvingly.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks back at the embracing duo. It's...not the easiest thing for him to watch, but he does realize, beyond any further shadow of a doubt, that his sister his happy.

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I see.&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot; Hy missed hyu too, Shankfang. &quot; :3 Squeeze!

<font color="#0000ff">Meany is disconnected.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang takes a few more moments, just enjoying himself, before hopping down with his fiance in his arms.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Oop! Bags!&quot; She waves a hand and the suitcases float down to ground level. :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Being careful not to land on Adelaide, of course. :3

Adelaide:<font color="#000000">S'cool, man. S'cool.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh gods.


 * Dr. Hatari is now seeing Adelaide...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt slowly walks over., his hands at his side, and an unreadable expression on his face.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">As Rocksteady from the old TMNT cartoon.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Yes.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I wish this was the Foundation

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- So! Gnogglebolt Steelworm Ratchetrod Kaldan Virkoth Sparkgear!&quot; She turns and gives her brother a smirk. &quot;And just what are you doing with a goblin name, hmmmmm?&quot; :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">So I could upvote Adelaide

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">http://images.wikia.com/villains/images/4/42/Ninja_Kaplumbaalar_Bebop_-_Rocksteady_Resimleri.jpg

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Welcome to Akellon, Talfy.&quot; Gnogglebolt says, with an odd smile crossing his face.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And, uh...&quot; He shrugs. &quot;Helped a few people...did a few favors...&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Aww. I wanna let Talfeera say hi to her brother, but I don't wanna let her go yet!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron in the meantime approaches from the other side of the table.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The squeeling and Spanish has died down.. *snooze--bricked*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He made a goblin tribe do city roadworks or somesuch I have heard. Odd, but still a feat.. who'd think those buggers would ever do anything honest.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">But, Shankfang reluctantly lowers his gurl down so she can properly greet everyone. :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Excuse me, though. Inquisitor Miron Segras Ironwrit Steelsprocket, at your service.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Now that she's here, he has plenty of time to hold her. |3

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thanks~! Look at all this! Is this all yours?&quot; :3 &quot;It's like Dad's workshop! Only not as... crowded!&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Someone help. XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Talfeera's full name?

VAE:<font color="#000000">help what?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ah

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, it's all mine. And it will be just as busy--eventually.&quot;


 * VAE thought kitty

RAM:<font color="#990000">Talfeera Steamwheedle Nosy Yaskintle Brightweave Indrite (Sparkgear)

RAM:<font color="#990000">Soon Deffrider.


 * RAM has it saved in his charsheet's notes. :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">A gnome knows he's old when he can't recall his names off-hand

<font color="#0000ff">Meany has connected.

TMG:<font color="#000000">welcomeback, meany. Last line?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Und hello, Adelaide!&quot; :3

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh! And -- Inquisitor?&quot; O.o &quot;Brother, Shankfang, what are you doing involved with a church inquisition?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Pet pet pet.

Adelaide:<font color="#000000">Yo. |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not really involved. He's just, ah, shall we say, a tagalong.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">They never expect us. It's our thing. *bricked*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tagalong, eh?&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Please try to remain quiet.&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;There are people trying to sleep.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I've done a lot of things since I left home.&quot; Gnogglebot says, his expression going somewhat sombre for a moment. Like killing.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;He's kinda part uf our group, but as an interested tird party radder ten a full member.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shenkfang and .. your brother here have been doing some good work for the Leaden Mace.&quot;


 * Talfeera stands up on her tiptoes at the new voice.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... Kitty-man?&quot; O.o

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;An hally, Hy guess hyu kould say.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, we have not been doing any work for the Leaden Mace, our goals have just coincided at times.&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Akellon is so full of strange peoples already!&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(meany, once again)

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ja.&quot;

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">When suddenly.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(it's late morning to early afternoon, taking place -after- the end of last saturday's session)

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">A gaggle of people come in spouting congratulations. |3

Hlis: <font color="#a14d7f">(( Cats. ))

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Oh, dere's de minions!&quot; :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You ... weren't. *laughs* Of course. you wandered into the Sargano family tomb by pure accident, just folloiwing our detachment. &quot;

Hlis: <font color="#a14d7f">(( And yes, people who spend all night awake need to sleep. ))

Hlis: <font color="#a14d7f">(( :P ))

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Oh! Talfeera Steamwheedle Nosy Yaskintle Brightweave Indrite Sparkgear, soon Deffrider, too!&quot; She grins over at Miron. &quot;Hope my kid brother hasn't been too annoying for you!&quot;

Audience 2:<font color="#FF0000">+Epic Miron respect. *bricked*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hey, guys! Kome meet my fiance!&quot; :D

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, Akellon is quite a strange place. Lots of things aren't like home.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;See, Talfeera, here's your brother - more ashamed for doing work for a good cause than he would be of fucking sheep.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Interesting man if I ever met one.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, as if trying to stave off stress.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wow -- and who're all these people? Are they the ones you've been going off on adventures with?&quot;

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Tangentally.&quot;

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;We're new recruits. :3&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot; So many tall-legs.&quot; o.O

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dese are de nev guys!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not quite, they're 'new', I guess you could say.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell if I know.. I see them first time, too.&quot;

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Howdy.&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Howdy!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...You know, perhaps it would be best if we went somewhere quiet where I could tell you the story of what I've been doing here in Akellon from the beginning, Talfeera?&quot;

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;The meeting hall is nice and quiet, sir. :o&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then we can get to proper introductions.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Den let's go dere!&quot; :D

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay!&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;... where is everything?&quot; ^^;;;;;

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">Yes, leave us alone.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt walks over to another door. &quot;There's an empty room over here, actually.&quot;

Elrik:<font color="#A14D7F">In your workshop.

Eirik:<font color="#A14D7F">That we may do mischief.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Yes, I'm leaving you alone. Can't you give a family some space? :P

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">It's not so much that. As us deliberately inducing this reaction.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vy not de kommon room, Brodder? It hes komfy chairs!&quot; :D

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">0:3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, alright, comfy chairs.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hokay!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You could just carry them chairs over.&quot;


 * Talfeera follows, looking all around. :3 Her bags float behind her on discs of force.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And Talfeera is lifted and placed on Shankfang's shoulder! :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">It's one of her favorite places. |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Over here!&quot; Gnogglebolt gestures at the door he's at.

Snarky:<font color="#000000">And it's about now that Talfeera should hear a familiar rapid clicking sound...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Oh, yeah!&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">....

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">:D !!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Gnogglebolt got a Schparker!&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;You got a sparky!!&quot; :D

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where did you ever find one out in this back country?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Hee, back country. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt grinned. &quot;Yup. A little slice of home. You rememeber how some shipping companies back home sail the ocean down south to a city on the western coast to trade with? it's called Resca.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ve made a schtop dere.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I went there. And, well, wouldn't you know it, they had all kinds of things from home there.&quot; Gnogglebolt smiles, leading the small unit into the next room.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vatch hyu head, luv.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron walks around the lab in the meantime.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">As the two come through the door, before it closes, Gnogglebolt quickly darts his upper body back in through it at the left-behind group. He holds a firnger out at them and narrows his eyes.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Touch nothing if you value your fingers.&quot;

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">Group halos ensue.

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">0:3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;In fact, It'd probably be better if you came out of there...&quot; Then Gnogglebolt darts back out of the door.

Hlis:<font color="#A14D7F">And as he does, Hlis starts playing with a very familiar looking ring. 0:3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Headagain, luv.&quot; :3

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">:3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, go ahead, sit down!&quot;


 * Talfeera has a comfy seat on Shankfang's shoulder. :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang sits!

Adelaide:<font color="#000000">'Sup, bro.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So...yeah. Akellon. I've done a lot of things since I got here, working towards what I said I wanted to do here when I left home...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just getting started on that now, in fact.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 7 + 5 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Architecture + engineering

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll say you've done a lot of things! Just look at this place!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyu kan vork here too, luv. Dis iz our group's headqvarters as vell as Gnogglebolt's vorkshop.&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not even half a year and you've already got your own workshop -- and then some!&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ooooooh.&quot; She grins. |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;First couple of weeks to a month after my birthday and departure I was just travelling through the main highways. I was trying to make the best speed I could, considering I also left right after...well...you know.&quot; Gnogglebolt gestures to her and Shankfang.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;We really were going to tell you.&quot; :|

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang makes it a point to nuzzle Talfeera's side at that. :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">Anything about the workshop?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also, ping me when they done speaking in private

VAE:<font color="#000000">assume Miron is checking the place out in the meantime

TMG:<font color="#000000">It's a very sturdy workshop, deliberately built to be reinforced from the inside

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The workshop is sturdy, and made of metal-enforced stone. Should be able to withstand explosions and flames, no problem.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No magical equipment, though, really.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ve chust...hedn' yet.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There's an alchemy set, but it looks to be missing several components that your average magical alchemist's lab would have.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, yeah...but what's passed is past, I suppose. I got over it. With, uh, a little help...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Good job, Barbarus.. good job.. ''

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">0:3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It looks nice enough from there.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The shop, however, is staffed by this fellow; http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTDYuslS9-NDInHQZ8SiXL8Kr8aqm44Lvb0abFbUWS6DASkiRh0sF87eE4d


 * Dr. Hatari is bricked.

TMG:<font color="#000000">In fact, Miron can recognize -most- of the things in the workshop as mundane and alchemical tools that he knows himself. And yet, with just these tools, Gnogglebolt creates the wonders he does.

RAM:<font color="#990000">You forgot!

TMG whispers: of THAT'S what I was going to have the dedicated valet for! Manning the shop!

RAM:<font color="#990000">He also has SCIENCE!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway...after awhile of travel, I arrived here in Castleton, a major hub of the country.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was a big, bustling enough place. I thought for sure I'd find some gnomes here.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But, uh...you know how I always tried to help with anything I could see? Even when I was in over my head?&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Snort.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Er...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Snort.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm-hmmmmm...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt waves his hands. &quot;Saw a pickpocketing...decided to investigate...coincided with a few other people doing the same thing...&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Things exploded.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And, well...long story short, we fell in together and have formed an adventuring troupe. We've gone around and righted quite a few wrongs. Faced down a few horrors...I couldn't even imagine.&quot;

Audience 2:<font color="#FF0000">We once even battled Pamela's laundry. Sszeyl almost died. *bricked*

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;I still can't wrap my head around you as an adventurer.&quot; =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've--&quot; Gnogglebolt starts but his voice falters. &quot;...killed people...it was to protect others from them, but...still...I've done that.&quot; Gnogglebolt says in a falling voice, as if saying it aloud has caused the gravity to hit him for the very first time. He looks down and away from his sister, as if ashamed.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy know, right?&quot;


 * Talfeera 's eyes widen, listening. o.o

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I know. Funny how life turns one around like that, doesn't it?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;He's pretty goot, tough.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(...lialagcheck at :29 )

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castleton - Arcane District Street'Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Welcome to the incredulous big sisters club.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:29 at :29, was just a little slow on the draw.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;... nope... still can't picture it.&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Is that why you've got a goblin name now?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">x3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But...yeah. So, I met these people--you'll meet them soon enough, and we've been working together for the past three months. We started out here, cleaning up some necromancers, if you can believe that.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And--sort of, yeah. The, uh, aforementioned pickpockets that I originally met the others over?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;They were goblins.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy ran into demlater, in a town a liddle vays down de river, kalled Braxton Falls.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Dem later.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Damn spacebar.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">No.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">I will not damn the space bar.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">I am out of damns to give.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">There's some faint wood creaking, then shuffling and tromping about coming distantly up from the stone stairwell.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah. After doing some work here, our group followed some trails out to a couple nearby towns. Then, after that, for a particularly important...uh...mission, we went cross-country all the way to Resca on the western coast.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;On our way there, who did I happen to run into but Big and Green right there?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;He treatened me vith a schotgun.&quot; =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt winces.


 * Thomas Lazarus tromps down the stairs sleepy-faced and with dissheveled hair. |3 ~

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:D

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Tomas!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Kome meet my Fiance!&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus peers over. ||3 &quot;Hm~?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Oh no.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Tom's sleep walking.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">He's going to brutally murder us all.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Kome, kome!&quot; :D

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hiiiii! Talfeera Steamwheedle Nosy Yaskintle Brightweave Indrite Sparkgear.&quot; ^^ &quot;Who're you?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000"> &quot;Hello.. pleased to meet you. Pardon me a few minutes. Coffee first.&quot; =w=;;


 * Thomas Lazarus shuffles off into the kitchen.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">I read that as coffee fist.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">\o/

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oops.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Soon Deffrider!&quot; :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Tomas hain't much uf a mornink person.&quot; |3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">ShambleTom heats some water and gets a cup and coffee ready.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah! I'll tack that on when he comes back. That's some coat he's got. He's not a necromancer, is he?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">As the dishivled human makes his way to the dining room, Gnogglebolt says &quot;That was Thomas Lazarus. He's one of the people I've been adventuring with.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Hey, I'm normally the morning person. &gt;|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I just pulled an all-nighter.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Nein.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Huh? Oh! No no, far from it.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's a vessel of the Shining One.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;He's an inqvisitor und demon hunter und Cleric.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Miron's the necromancer.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ohhhh.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">*force palm'd*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Amusingly, both Tom and Miron could create undead minions. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">NO WAY &gt;:O

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not often you see a sun-priest in black. Or... waking up at noon. Or shambling. Are you sure?&quot; :P

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ja, pretty sure.&quot; x3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Side poke.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">Squeak!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Silly Talfeera.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've seen him blast skeletons to dust with light. I'm quite sure.&quot; Gnogglebolt smirks.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Tom: '''&quot;The Blackest Night falls from the skies, The darkness grows as all light dies. We crave your hearts and your demise, By my black hand, the dead shall rise!&quot;'''

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">*smite'd*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But yeah, at any rate...met Shankfang on the way to Resca...picked this little guy up while I was there.&quot; Gnogglebolt wiggles a finger at the lizard on his shoulder. &quot;Reminds me of old Buzzcut I had as a kid...Buzzcut was yellow though, of course.&quot;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;This little guy is 'Snarky'. And aside from him and my workshop, there's almost nothing in this country that's like home.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy've been vorkink vith dem since, after Hy fineeshed my delivery.&quot;


 * Talfeera wiggles her nose and her fingers a little. Zap! Snarky is now yellow. |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's like half the things from home were cut out and the rest turned sideways.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:D

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy missed dat, too.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt jumps and grimaces for a second, too used to his sister's -usual- application of magic...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">but his face softens and he smiles with true appreciation.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;You and Shankfang're gonna have to show me around. All I've heard are stories. Is it true that they don't even have running water here?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ja, Hy know!&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Our water only jogs.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Forget that, they don't even have clocks to tell the time!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Iz veird!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Sometimes water runs, but then I get orders to smack it around until it stops. Then we usually arrest a thaumaturge. *bricked*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No one in this country ever knows what time it is!&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;How do they get anything done here?&quot; O.o

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">And in the grand scheme of things.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;It takes a liddle gettink used to.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Telling time is so very important.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Modernists.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That, Talfeera, is a cogbox even I haven't reverse-engineered yet.&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Arranging meetings must be a disaster!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Although, it's probably more of a shael vuk&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy tink dey chust go by de general position uf de sun. So inefficient.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And you have -no idea-.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus reappears after some time with a steaming cup, and saunters over to the far side of Gnogglebolt's couch to sit and sip.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Empty box, yes?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Haloo again, Tomas! Meet my fiance!&quot; :D

TMG:<font color="#000000">(yep)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;(Sorry about that. I was up way too late.) It's nice to meet you in person, ma'am. I'm Tom. I sent your brother a message for you once.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And my sister.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus thinks. &gt;|3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...I meant I sent you a message for him.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt leans over and whispers &quot;You need more coffee, I think you mean 'sent her a message from me'.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sips. =w=;;;;


 * Thomas Lazarus sulks. |3


 * Talfeera chuckles. x3 Then, &quot;Hi again! Talfeera Steamwheedle Nosy Yaskintle Brightweave Indrite Sparkgear, soon Deffrider. Oh yeah! I remember that! It was like it was coming through some kind of long-wave speaking relay box.&quot;


 * Dr. Hatari gives Thomas fatigued. :B


 * Liatai is having trouble with steampunk names. =w=;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy like de sound of dat. Nize ring to it.&quot; :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Nuzzle nuzzle. |3

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">Kiss~!

TMG:<font color="#000000">(actually, that's not bad...though, I thought 'practical radio' wasn't supposed to exist. -3- But eh. x3 )

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Kiss~!

TMG:<font color="#000000">(It's cool.)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was thinking more along the lines of telephone than radio. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances away at the mushy display


 * Thomas Lazarus sips again. &quot;Shankfang has scarcely let a single day pass without talking all about how much he's looking forward to seeing you again.&quot; |3

Adelaide:<font color="#000000">So. 'Sup, dude. I'm a ferret.


 * Thomas Lazarus seems quite at ease.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(Oh! That...could acutally work)

Adelaide:<font color="#000000">What's that you're drinking?


 * Thomas Lazarus double-takes at the decked out ferret. owo;

Snarky:<font color="#000000">k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k-k! Pufferret.

Adelaide:<font color="#000000">Aww maaaaan, you mussed up my 'do.

Snarky:<font color="#000000">And also wild-hair Thomas and Gnogglebolt.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's a good thing I cut this short. =w=;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And who's this?&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">When suddenly.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Adelaide. She's my familiar.&quot; ^^ &quot;... You have familiars here, too, right?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:o

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh, yes. Many.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Kitty-man!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Kome meet my fiance!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;My mother has a familiar. Several of our business friends, too.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 3 + 17 = 20&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Move silently. :d

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot; Ohh, now that looks more like the stories. &quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+16 = 7 + 16 = 23&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Hide. :d

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Hello~&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Don't tell Primera I snuck down. |3 Had to come see.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You can't have coffee, you're a ... &gt;:9 ... something. And if I know anything about animals it's that they have different metabolism than me and can't eat weird things. =w=

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hi then!&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;... so it really is true? You're all adventurers? And my kid brother's one of you?&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">I can't have coffee because I'd likely terrorize you all for days.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; I heard a bunch of Tanish this-or-that and squeeling wake me up.&quot; He chuckles.

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">Btw, those who make a dc15 spot check should note Barbie's magic ring is gone~ :3

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Yep!&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sips again. &quot;...&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I met your brother when he was working with a gnoll on some goblin stuff.&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Shankfang, did I mess up the scroll and land in an alternate dimension or something?&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;He was a lot more...oh what's the word.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Relaxed~&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you the real Shankfang even?&quot; :P Poke!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Actually, didn't we nearly shoot you and hogtie you back then, Barbarus?&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">Barbie peers at Tally with his gem eye.

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Yep.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We -did- hogtie you as a suspect, at least.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">x3

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Now, you guys don't even do any of those things.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ma'am, we just returned from the coast where, by your brothers initiative, we delivered over sixty live pirates in chains to the great dragoness, Lady Salishea.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I was looking forward to it when you got back.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hym hyu Snugglebear, luv.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;He's an adventurer of no small caliber.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">Dear god, I can't tell if he's serious or not.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;... And just how many things have exploded?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">...well, -that's- certainly one way to put Gnogglebolt's accomplisments! He sits there, a 'eh-heh' expression on his face, waiting for Talfeera's reaction.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy schot out a lot uf kneecaps dat day.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Twenty-six.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Fewer than planned.&quot; |3

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Most of those were my doing, however.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Fufufu~

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Only twenty-six?! Now I know I'm in an alternate dimension! Brother, you're slipping~!&quot; XP

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I love tormenting construction workers, you see.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;One thing I will say about all this adventuring--not nearly enough time to actually make some decent explosives.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;But less about us, let's hear about you~&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Trying to work on a fix for that.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy hefn' even seen henny uf his schtuff eksplode since Hy've been here!&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F"> &quot;He's going to hire minions.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F"> &quot;We haven't convinced him to practice his evil laugh yet, though.&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot; Aww, why not? A good chortle's part of the fun! &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just rolls his eyes.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--Oh, yes. Welcome to Akellon, by the way. I take it from the comments that this is your first visit?&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;If you want, I can have one of my minions give you a pamphlet of the difference in laws here, so you know what not to do. |3&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You and your meta pamphlets.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh. Was I being that loud?&quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Hey, that's how I found our house!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Don't knock the pamphlets!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ve vere beink dat loud, luv.&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah -- I mean, I've only heard stories. I kind of expected you to not speak Common so well, kitty-man. &quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000"> Woke me up through the sound-proofed rooms. =w=;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I got her calling you kitty-man! Yes!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Stories of Akellon from an outside perspective. Interesting.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;You'd be right most of the time.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;But fortunately for you, I spend lots of time among humans.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Oh, little something that you should be aware of if you're to live in town for long.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;If you hear the sounds of wolves on full moon nights, don't go looking for them. :o They're hunting a criminal presently.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Though I suppose that's kinda like the cyclist gangs back home--in fact, a little 'safer' here, since it's only once a month instead of every night in the seedy parts of cities.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:3

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;By the way, Shankfang!&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Have you shown her your portrait yet?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;How are de Deffriders doink, hennyvay? Hy kinda miss dem.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:O

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Oh yah!&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sips. &quot;Shankfang tells me it shouldn't be an issue, based on where you all are from. But Castleton can be a dangerous place, yes.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang ruffles through the Bag of Holding at his side, and pulls out the portrait Sszeyl painted of him!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">If you don't remember it...

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;They're doing all right! They're all asking about you. They can't wait for the weddi --&quot; :O

RAM:<font color="#990000">Painting from Sszeyl!: This one is much more active, and from an odd perspective. Shankfang rides upon Dragula in a rocky, desert terrain. Dragula is leaving a trail of flames in it's wake, and in the distance you can see shattered hulks of other Deffbikes. The odd perspective is that the picture focuses on Shankfang, leaning to one side on Dragula, and pointing a pistol at the viewer, while a bullet launches forward, just out of the barrel. Words are carved into the bullet: Say Goodnight. The shadow Shankfang and Dragula are casting here not what they phyiscally appear as, but as a hooded horseman with a scythe in mid-swing. An arrow with a silk ribbon for a shaft hangs on a boulder. And on the back is the title: The Fourth Horseman.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh WOW!&quot; 8D

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy gaff him a sveet ride on Dragula for dis.&quot; :3

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;We have a painter who does things like that.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Und iz goot to know dey're doink vell. Ve need to make sure to send dem invites ven ve get a date down.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nibbles on his cup. :x

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;He'll paint you one if you let him get to know you.&quot;


 * Barbarus points at Tom.

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;What's up?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...How common are machines like that in Mazio?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I mean, Maizo.&quot; &gt;:9

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Qvite kommon.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Right?&quot; =w=;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Und you vere right de first time. Mazio.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances over. &quot;You mean the cycles?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">*hyu

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'll see them, and much more, on most streets.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Anything, really. I understand that the technology like that exists. But I mean ... I dunno. How many people have them? Are they like carriages?&quot; :.


 * Talfeera chuckles. x3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom drops the socio-economic bomb.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Actually...most are pretty expensive for any orginary commoner.&quot;

Audience 1:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Is it like Shadowrun?&quot; *bricked*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Grr, my Jagerizer isn't loading...

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Most everybody at least knows somebody with something as simple as a pocketwatch, though. And the streets are full of devices!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Anyways

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The most common users are, well...embarrasingly enough, salvagers. Aside from tinkers who make their own things. Any tinker worth his salt has his own unique way of getting around.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Neat.&quot; :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dragula iz a high-performance model, und iz a leedle more rare.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">since i'm tired, got to get up reasonably tomorrow, and since you iscovered a neat way of writin Miron out of this, gonna DC and sleep

Barbarus: <font color="#a14d7f">(( Ta~ ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">Night.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Later.

<font color="#0000ff">VAE is disconnected.

TMG:<font color="#000000">actually, I was just about to try and move back to the other room for proper introductions, but okay. &gt;.&gt;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot; The air looks so... open here. Where's all the fog? &quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">ah, missed him

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'll see little whirly-backpacks, footcarts, rocket boots, rocket unicycles, drag-carts...&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Fog only comes out near the river.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We get fog during chilly mornings sometimes.&quot; :.

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;And only at morning.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Great, the Jagerizer won't load. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Friends, I must take my leave for a moment shortly.

Audience 1:<font color="#FF0000">Suddenly, the writer suffered from a heart attack, vanquising the accent.

Barbarus: <font color="#a14d7f">(( Ta~ ))

RAM:<font color="#990000">I need to go to bed soon, too.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Gotta be up early.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">For it is approaching the time when I must take the cat's food away for the evening. ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">This will not be pretty. ^^;

Barbarus: <font color="#a14d7f">(( This looks like a place to call scene. But just one last thing. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Good luck.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Lia; I feel your pain!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Make use of distraction pompoms. :B

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&gt;8/

RAM:<font color="#990000">Be strong, Lia!

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">A grumpy looking huge kitty-man appears.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Grumpycat thinks he's starving if he can see the bottom of his food dish. :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:D

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Whups~&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Haloo odder kitty-man!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Kome meet my fiance!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Good afternoon.&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Hola. Is very nice to meet you. Must be getting ill friend back to bed before his doctor skins my face. Addios.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Bai odder kitty-man!&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">The bigger cat picks Barbarus up bodily, and throws him over his shoulder while walking off.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=w=;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Seeya! Was wonderful talking!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...and amazingly enough, you've only just had your first sight of just how eccentric this group is.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I completely forgot to mention. The people around here?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;They can get strange.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ja.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Nod nod.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">She hasn't even met the bards yet.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Or the elves.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Ah, there we go, Jagerizer back up.


 * Thomas Lazarus smirks.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ohh~ we're not so unusual. We fit right in at Resca. And I've met some characters in my time.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt, Talfeera will notice, did not bat an eye at what just happened with the two catfolk.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Like it was an everyday thing.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Because it was an everyday thing.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I even met a half-bronze dragon fellow, once, who came into the temple. Oh my goodness, he would not shut up about anything.&quot; ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It was kind of funny.&quot;


 * RAM waits patiently for Lia so we can finish up and he can go to bed. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">http://weknowmemes.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/if-you-know-what-i-mean-420x250.png

RAM:<font color="#990000">|3


 * Meany throws waterballoons at Hatari and RAM.


 * RAM avoids!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It is done.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The bowls of food have been removed.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Minimal injuries?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Many sad looks.

RAM:<font color="#990000">&gt;:

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Injuries have not begun yet.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Yet.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But that's mine D:|&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">'Hey -- I think you forgot a step here... where's the part where you put the full dish back down?&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">x3

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Uh... wow. I... I can see that.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Like Hy saeed, hyu get used to it.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You have the festival of the laughing rogue in Mazio, don't you?&quot; :3 &quot;We're just about to have that week come up.&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Oh! Snugglebear! Speaking of strange things... let's go put my floating luggage down before it falls all over the place.&quot; |3 &quot;Where are we staying?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are rooms upstairs, though Shankfang's bought a house here. He said it wasn;t furbished yet though, we only just got back from our trip in Resca days ago.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus finishes his coffee and sets the cup aside.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ve hef a room upstairs ontil ve get de house furneeshed. It's got a bed for tvo, a dresser...soundprouf...&quot; ;3

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmmhmmhmm~ we'll have to test that out~&quot; ;3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ja.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Griiiin.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; I see our average levels of modesty will remain the same.&quot; =w=;;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just buries his forehead in a hand.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">Huge success. Little brother embarrased. \o/ *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well,&quot; He stands.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;If dat's hall, vy don' ve go put de luggage avay und get...settled in.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Nuzzle.

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">Nuzzle~

Talfeera:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's. Don't steal too many things, okay, Adelaide?&quot;

Adelaide:<font color="#000000">Right on.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's been nice meeting you. I'll be glad to help if you need another set of hands moving furniture into your new place later, Shankfang. And likewise pleased to indulge if you need anything else about the city, Ms. Sparkgear. Same goes for all you Mazians.&quot; |3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Le stand~!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ve vould appreciate dat, Tomas. Tenk hyu.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus walks off to clean his cup and drop it off with the dishes.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt, on the other hand, heads back to his workshop...and, if Barbarus has been giving -any- lessons to the new recruits, he knows what he's about to find.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He takes a deep breath before throwing the door open.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ve'll see hyu ven ve make our vay back down, Gnogglebolt. Ve hef...tinks to take kare uf.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">;3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, yeah, I don't wanna know..&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">And... scene? :3

Audience:<font color="#FF0000">Shankfang NotSubtle Deffrider.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Cocoa is being very quiet.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">This concerns me.

RAM:<font color="#990000">And scene.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Walk softly, Lia.

RAM:<font color="#990000">She's surely plotting.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Make sure she can't get at the kittyfood bag.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Alrighty. And Hatari, if you wanted to do your own RP, still?

TMG:<font color="#000000">I'll leave the server up.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">All kittyfood is in a tin she has not yet figured out how to open, or in cans.

RAM:<font color="#990000">And I'm off to bed.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It may surprise you, but, I've had cats atleast half a dozen times think nothing of chewing straight through the material they know their food is in.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Night Ram!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Good. :P

RAM:<font color="#990000">G'night, all!

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Ta.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Doesn't surprise me in the slightest. Cocoa's done it. :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">Great minisession, smiled the whole way through.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">She will forego food in her dish sometimes to pick at and gnaw apart a cat food bag if it's within her reach. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I suppose that's up to Liatai. It's late.


 * Liatai handwaves.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Cats. =w=;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I expect to be up all night anyway. x3

<font color="#0000ff">RAM is disconnected.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So I'm good. Lemme just go grab a cup of tea. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Will Tom be going to see Royce on the same day as Talfeera's arrival, or a later date?

<font color="#0000ff">Meany is disconnected.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I suppose it doesn't much matter. No reason not to on this day.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Play it all, Chronos will sort it out. -3-

TMG:<font color="#000000">xP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I just wish I'd picked a character to use for Royce who didn't have ridiculous shoulderpads in every picture. :|


 * Liatai is brick'd.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas gets a refill on his coffee after the &quot;morning&quot; (afternoon) conversation the few present faces had just enjoyed. He slumps into a chair at the head of the meeting/dinner table and sighs silently. He drinks it away while staring into space. &quot;...&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Pardon me for about two minutes first, please.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Is fine. Making tea. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Grr. =w=;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I was standing in the kitchen making a sandwich and was alone one moment.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">A few seconds after, I turn and step towards fridge -- fatcat has already flopped over and is under where I was going to place my first footfall, all &quot;:3&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I almost toppled over. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh well.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Cats. ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Cocoa's taken to weaving around my legs, purring and looking up at me hopefully. Must. Roll. Will save. =w=;;;;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Save vs. Can has cheeseburger *bricked*


 * Thomas Lazarus sets his second empty cup aside and stands. The silence of the new HQ he thought would be welcome has grown deafening. ... But it's just as well. He would rather be alone for the time being, anyways.


 * Thomas Lazarus stands and peeks into the common room again. &quot;...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus pauses to regard the radical ferret. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh well. I have nothing around here worth stealing. Or ferret-coveting. =w=;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom sneaks out of the HQ without announcement and walks off into the streets aimlessly for a time, before making his way off to the Aureate Palm headquarters.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Out of curiosity, what 'is' their building here? Part of something else? 'Branch'? 'Office'? I had to stop and think. :P

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Temple perhaps.

GM:<font color="#000000">Palm HQ in Castleton is far more official-looking than the Leaden Mace hostel, by far. A building in the government district, larger than the small outposts dotted throughout the city, has been set aside for their use, looking halfway between a small fort and a temple. There is a largeish gated yard surrounding the building, with stables on one side and a small garden on the other.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">We've no doubt been here before, to deliver our various arrests.

GM:<font color="#000000">The standards of both the kingdom and the order can be seen flying from a tower. You may have, if you followed the arrests all the way to where they were being held. The Guardians have largely left their arrests at the outposts within the city; the prisoners were then transported here afterward.

GM:<font color="#000000">As a Leaden Mace member, though... yeah, it's pretty safe to assume you've been here before. A few of the knights even give you nods of recognition as they pass.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Either way. *nod*


 * Thomas Lazarus returns all sentiments and gives his own tokens of respect and acknowledgement of any paladins he passes, and crosses the courtyard to enter the main building.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Inside, he walks in and peers about briefly, scanning for anyone who might look like they're inclined to handle a question or two.

Palm Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Welcome, sir. Is there something the Palm can help you with today?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus offers a smile. &quot;Yes. Well. It's my hope.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I understand this may be a troublesome matter, but..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Myself and several associates participated in a raid some number of weeks ago on the Sargano family tombs nearby.&quot; He takes a moment to indicate his badge, if it weren't already plainly visible. &quot;The Palm was contacted and took several of them prisoner.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I had just been wondering what became of them, lately.&quot;

Palm Receptionist:<font color="#000000">The woman looks over Thomas' badge for a moment before nodding approvingly. &quot;I'm sure I can find out for you. Would you mind waiting here a moment while I check our prisoner records? Do you know about how many weeks ago it was?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods once before looking aside and knitting his brow, then sighing. &quot;I have no head for the passage of time.. let's see.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... I'll tenetively say ... approximately one month ago? Perhaps one and a half?&quot; ^^;

Palm Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's a narrow enough range. Please make yourself comfortable -- I'll be back in a few minutes. There's fresh water at the fountain on the far end if you're thirsty.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus offers a smile and a nod, and steps aside to linger for a bit. He folds his arms and remains standing as he watches nothing in particular.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Youtube ads, y u gotta infest my playlists &gt;:O

Palm Receptionist:<font color="#000000">About ten to twenty minutes later, the receptionist returns. &quot;Inquisitor? I have the records for the arrests at the Sargano tomb. Nina, Karla, and Louis Sargano were all found guilty of multiple murder charges and conspiracy to commit further murders, and they were heavily involved in the cult of Nerull. They were executed by hanging on Yondallon 4th. The other Sargano you arrested, Royce, is currently with us undergoing rehabilitation. He has exchanged a wealth of information in return for his life, which has led to the discovery and arrest of no less than three other Nerullian cells. Your commander sent several inquisitors to help us deal with one of them.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus blinks several times at the news, and his eyes widen slightly. &quot;..Really, now..?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Even though he knew all along why he did what he did, sparing Briarclaw, the Sarganos, even Pamela.. it is no small bit of vindication to be reminded that it is all for something.


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns and glances to the floor for a moment. &quot;...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Royce Sargano.. ... ..I.. ... ..would it be possible for me to meet and speak with him?&quot;

Palm Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;... An unusual request... I'd need to talk to my superiors, and you might need to make an appointment, but I'm sure it wouldn't be a problem for a Leaden Mace inquisitor. Especially after all the help your order has given us in routing the branch of the Sargano family that has been corrupted by a Nerullian cult.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus closes his eyes briefly and nods. &quot;..Of course.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There were just some personal concerns nagging at the corners of my mind lately.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Go ahead. I can wait or.. come back or.. what have you.&quot; He offers a weak but cooperative smile. &quot;It's not a business matter, this time.&quot;


 * Palm Receptionist nods. &quot;I'll go ask them now.&quot; Some paperwork later... &quot;... sign here, and... There we go! If you can come back in about half an hour to an hour, the meeting room should be all set up for you.&quot; :)


 * Thomas Lazarus naturally complies. &quot;Thank you very much. I'll occupy myself in the courtyard if you don't mind me loitering. It was a rough night and I've some meditation to catch up on.&quot; ^^;

Palm Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course. Go ahead and enjoy the garden.&quot; :)


 * Thomas Lazarus slips away to find a sunny spot in the Palm's yard, and sits unobtrusively for a time. He closes his eyes and catches up on his daily prayers he missed before. It may not be 'the appointed hour', and may not be a strict enough exercise of discipline to refresh his powers.. but.. he seems to get some peace from following the routine and paying his respects and concerns to Pelor.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(you know, I wonder if I should have had Gnogglebolt follow. This is something he would have been interested too, though I kept off because you seemed to reeeeally want it alone. ^^; ah well. )

TMG:<font color="#000000">(Gnogglebolt can always ask Thomas about it later, I guess.)

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Thomas would never in a thousand years have let Miron or Tathi even know he was doing this. ))

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Gnogglebolt, perhaps. ))

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( He genuinely doesn't feel like it's something he should share with most of his friends. Given some of the passions and sentiments that have flared from various faces at various times, it's probably fairly justified. ))

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( More may be revealed, stay tuned. *bricked* ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">(well...unless I miss my guess, Gnogglebolt would have wanted to talk with Royce with the same motivations Thomas does right now. Just being able to see that, yes, there are people who can be uplifted out of a dark life if they're willing.)

Thin Paladin:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Excuse me, sir?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(a happy bit of optimism.)

TMG:<font color="#000000">(but oh well.)

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( That's not entirely it, really. ))

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( But we digress. ))


 * Thomas Lazarus cracks an eye to see if he was being addressed.


 * Thomas Lazarus then blinks and looks up. &quot;Oh. Pardon. Good afternoon.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I hope I'm not in anyone's way.&quot; ^^;

Thin Paladin:<font color="#000000">The paladin chuckles dryly. &quot;Not at all, inqusitor. The room has been prepared for you to meet with the prisoner Sargano, whenever you're ready.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus stands with a weak grunt and dusts off his knees. &quot;Thank you very much.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Lead the way.&quot; :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Freaking shoulderpads, next time I'm just shooping them off instead of trying to find nonexistent fanart. :E

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Anyway. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3


 * Dr. Hatari double-takes at character sheet.

Thin Paladin:<font color="#000000">The paladin does so, leading the way to a quiet, clean room with a table and two chairs.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I forgot Thomas can actually cast Atonement now.. WELL THIS WILL BE EASY. \o/ *bricked*

Royce Sargano:<font color="#000000">The wiry Sargano is already there, loosely handcuffed, but definitely looking better-off than he was last time you saw him. For one, he's not coughing up bloody jelly anymore, or bearing necrotic wounds.


 * Thomas Lazarus looks to Royce for a moment before nodding to the thin paladin and whispering a thank you. He walks over, pulls out a chair, and sits.

Fat Paladin:<font color="#000000">There is a Palm paladin standing near the doorway, but consider him largely set decoration.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Well, you look a lot better than when I saw you off, atleast.&quot;

Royce Sargano:<font color="#000000">That does get a small snort of laughter. &quot;I guess so. ... Heard you caught Pamela in Blackwood. Good job.&quot;

Audience:<font color="#FF0000">More like large set decoration. *bricked*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Yeah.&quot; He glances to the table oddly for a moment.

Fat Paladin:<font color="#000000">I prefer jolly-sized. ^^ *brick'd!*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Saw her like this, too. Kind of a strange thing.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow faintly and looks to Royce. &quot;..So. You're probably wondering why I showed up.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus folds his arms and sighs. &quot;Well.. the truth is, I have no idea.&quot; He stares for a moment.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I guess I just wondered what had happened to you.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What has happened? To you? How've you been holding up?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Not nearly as steamed to see me as she was, I can tell that much.&quot;

Royce Sargano:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'd imagine she was. Is she dead?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Presumably. I haven't checked back at Blackwood for a confirmation. But I'm entirely confident that was just down the road.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I can check, if you want that.&quot;

Royce Sargano:<font color="#000000">&quot;... You're a very strange inquisitor, you know that? Don't bother on my account. I'm still alive, and she's almost certainly dead. That's good enough for me.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus smirks faintly with an otherwise dull expression. &quot;..Yeah, I've heard that from one or two other people, now.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Going and doing that raid -- stopping that business -- ... that was just that, to me.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Business. That was a job I did. It had to get done.&quot;

Royce Sargano:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, it's not your average inquisitor who arrests somebody and then comes back two months later just to ask how they're doing.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Probably not.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..But, you know..&quot; He raises a brow and dons a sort of awkward, slightly agonized expression. &quot;It's also not your average guy that surrenders to save his life, gets spurned by his whole family on the spot, gets death threats from them, gets betrayed and nearly destroyed by his woman, has the police bust into his home, has everyone he knew get resigned to execution, and then personally hauled off to presumably stare down the same fate.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... What can I even say? I felt pretty bad for you. You are a tough guy to be putting on spirits like this, still.&quot;


 * Royce Sargano seems faintly struck by that, as if he hadn't thought about it that way before.


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs and shrugs again. &quot;I guess I just don't fit into my job that well. Maybe it's a Pelorite thing. I just.. ... ..that was a job. This is.. different.&quot; He looks away from the nearby paladin oddly for a moment.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Part of me doesn't really care about that anymore. Justice and punishment and wrath and karma and laws.. I don't really.. entirely concern myself with that part of things.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I just can scarcely imagine anyone else in the world, in any situation, who has ever had as rough a time as you had just then.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So. Yeah.&quot; He pauses and scoffs weakly at his own ridiculousness. &quot;..I wanted to check on you.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs a bit more harshly, somewhat at himself, and compulsively smirks while rubbing his eyes. He's still pretty tired, and it faintly shows. &quot;I'm -- just some idiot, I guess. I'm sure you don't want to talk to me.&quot;

Royce Sargano:<font color="#000000">&quot;... honestly, that day... I just didn't want to die. I wasn't a member of that cult yet -- not entirely. I'd been running odd jobs for the family... killed someone after breaking into their shop... That night, that sacrifice was going to be my initiation. ... But I wasn't that into it. I wasn't about to die just because that's what the family did. So I figured I'd bank on the informant clause and try my luck. Better a chance of life than certain death. ... And then Pamela showed her true colors...&quot;

Royce Sargano:<font color="#000000">The DM was typing, sorry, inquisitor. *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">That's okay. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He wanted to say that part anyways.


 * Thomas Lazarus blinks a few times and seems a little incredulous, and a little confused.

Royce Sargano:<font color="#000000">&quot;For, like, the first month or so here, that's all it was. Giving information so I could stay alive. Selling out like a selfish coward. ... but the Palm's been helping me get my head on straight. ... Besides, I'm kind of curious myself how deep this rabbit hole goes. Joining the cult of Nerull was just something Sarganos did. Just a family tradition. Now I'm wondering how and when it got started. Why. Maybe someday we'll find out.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He raises his brows as Royce speaks and simply displays a subdued awe. &quot;..Huh.&quot; He stares for a moment of silence before speaking again. He flutters his eyes and leans forward. &quot;--Well, that's -- that's great. Really.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm kind of amazed. I didn't even know you were alive a few hours ago.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... I'm glad.&quot; He nods and ponders something.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Do I dare..? Indulge in that stereotype? Do I cheat myself in the knowing? In the telling? In the silly, free judgement? Does it even matter..?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">..What the hell. Thomas' pupils pulse blue faintly. He invokes Detect Evil.

Royce Sargano:<font color="#000000">It's... muddy. A transitional period between Evil and Neutral. &quot;?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus notes the confused look and waves a palm dismissingly. &quot;..It was nothing. An idle whim that doesn't even matter.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't know if I can speak for anyone I was with. In fact, I know full well in most cases, I can't. And they would probably give me no end of harrying and arguments and cross looks and weird thoughts. Because like you said.. apparently, I'm just a weird inquisitor.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But I'm sorry for all the crap you've gotten dragged through. I hope things turn up for you, Royce.&quot;


 * Royce Sargano shrugs. &quot;Can't complain. I'm alive, not sick, getting help, and Pamela got what's been coming to her. Seems things are already heading that way.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus huffs and smirks compulsively.

Royce Sargano:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Hey. Thanks.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You're an indomnitable guy, you know that?&quot; He stands and pushes his chair in.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;No problem. See you again some day, maybe.&quot;

Royce Sargano:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sure.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods and steps out.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well. EverythingWentBetterThanExpected.jpg *bricked*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... uh-oh, Hughes is being a pain, I may DC.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">See you in IRC if I do? :3

You have disconnected.

<font color="#0000ff">Dr. Hatari has connected.

<font color="#0000ff">TMG has connected.

TMG:<font color="#000000">lastlineyousaw?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Of course, in the course of helping people, you usually do what is right and just regardless. So it's rarely a wrinkle.

TMG:<font color="#000000">hatari; yeah, I was gonna say that myself.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Thomas Lazarus: Well. EverythingWentBetterThanExpected.jpg *bricked* Liatai: :B Liatai: ... uh-oh, Hughes is being a pain, I may DC.

TMG whispers: * Thomas Lazarus nods and steps out. Thomas Lazarus: Well. EverythingWentBetterThanExpected.jpg *bricked* Liatai: :B * TMG applauds Thomas Lazarus: Thomas can head back to the new HQ and settle into things to come just prior to next game. With a little better mood, too. TMG: That was very good, actually! :&gt; Liatai is disconnected. TMG: ... :B Dr. Hatari: Well. That's one of the fun nuances of Thomas as opposed to, say, a paladin. Or gods, Tathi, or Miron, or someone. TMG: I'll keep this up a bit longer in case she comes back. Dr. Hatari: He just doesn't care about justice. Or doing &quot;what's right&quot;. Or following the law. He just cares about people. TMG: Hmm... Dr. Hatari: Case in point. TMG: Something for me to think about. Dr. Hatari: Trying to help Tathi escape justice. XP Liatai has connected.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(the &quot;people&quot; in the line of what he cares about was emphasized with italics, btw )

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So naturally Thomas wanted to hide this from them. He just doesn't hate our enemies or feel any special need to drop the hammer.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I...wouldn't say Gnogglebolt does either...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">May I just add, perhaps without intending to, Thomas gave Royce a huge boost toward recovery/redemption?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tathi does. XP

TMG:<font color="#000000">the worst Gnogglebolt would do was offer more overeager words of encouragement

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ah, granted. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I'm glad. But I do not believe in proselytizing. I hope he does find his way, though. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The insults his family flung hit pretty deep. Coward, weak, sell-out... and then Tom comes in and one of the first things he says is &quot;you're a pretty tough guy, you know that?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Yay. ^^

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Self-esteem boost +lots. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">...but man. Especially in light of Liatai's last line, I can't helpt but think in the back of my head in Gnogglebolt-voice: &quot;Dangit! I need more Light Side Points!&quot; :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">lulz

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*snrk*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Actually.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">This is sort of tangental

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">But one of Tom's reasons for not wanting to be a part of the Aureate Palm, despite his vast respect for paladins of their (and any other order), he is content with his job. Specifically, being relegated to hunting witches. Undead. And especially fiends. Things that are enemies of everyone, the world over. Everyone's anathema. He may whistle a different tune if the time comes, and his come is threatened, his loved ones are in danger.. but for the time being, he could never be a soldier and fight to defend Akellon from other soldiers. ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">....??

TMG:<font color="#000000">I...don't quite follow.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The Palm is military, isn't it?

TMG:<font color="#000000">what do you mean, to defend &quot;from other soldiers&quot;?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yep. I definitely see where he's coming from.

TMG:<font color="#000000">and the Palm is only partially military, from what I understand...and the whole point of a paladin is to be able to fight exactly the things you named

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">If there were suddenly a war with, say, Dartane, would Palm paladins not assist with the armed forces at the King's behest?

TMG:<font color="#000000">...as far as I know, they -would- up to a point, but in lieu of that, they defend internally from those same supernatural threats

Liatai:<font color="#000000">They would; that's part of their oath as Palm paladins. They serve the king, in war and at peace.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Lia may have more to say, though.

TMG:<font color="#000000">And I might be wrong on something.

TMG:<font color="#000000">This is just from what I understand so far.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Paladins of other stripes, like from the church of Heironious proper or other as-yet-unnamed orders with less public face and government responsibility might be exempt. Such as Holdart, I imagine.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">If they believe the war is unjust, they will use their political mien and influence to try and prevent, end, or lessen it, but they are soldiers of the crown. It's one major thing that separates them from other paladin orders.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So yes. The Palm does fight soldiers of other nations when called upon to do so, and train other branches of the Kellon military to do the same.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hmm. I suppose it would be interesting to see these other 'lesser' sects of paladins in the game, too... :.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Go to any church. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tom on the other hand might actually just straight-up desert if he were drafted into an international war.

TMG:<font color="#000000">lia; good point. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Many of the templars of Pelor's church are paladins. x3

TMG:<font color="#000000">I think I shall try that sometime...

TMG:<font color="#000000">!!!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Speaking of!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Heironeous? Paladin central.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I made up an order for Ryiel, actually.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Did you ever manage to grab Complete Champion? :O

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He's a former paladin of Heironious. Willingly retired in good standing.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No. =w=; I have other things to worry about than the future siege of a fort that hasn't even been drafted yet and that may or may not happen. Sorry.

TMG:<font color="#000000">.....wait, what? o.O

Liatai:<font color="#000000">For example, trying to make Vargie more of a threat. Hmmhmm. *brick'd*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well perhaps not made up so much as took a name from somewhere that I really liked. The most noble order of the radiant heart. XP

TMG:<font color="#000000">I was just bringing up Complete Champion because it has expanded indepth info on organization and dogma of various churches...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What I'm saying is, Tech, I've got a lot of Akellon stuff on my plate right now already. :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">If you were just talking about Fort Gaerlun just now, I wasn't even -thinking- of that. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh. Well. =w= I'm fine with making do with Complete Divine and making up my own details to fill the blanks.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">There is woefully little canon info on the churches in the PHB.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Helps make the churches a bit more unique.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">More... world-specific.

TMG:<font color="#000000">But the Church of Heironious in CC is awesooooomeokayfine. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Based percentage of printed content, they would have you believe about 8-5% of the entire Pelorite dogma revolves around LOVING heavy maces. *bricked*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You are so Lawful. XP *BRICK'D* Owokayfine. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Anywho.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Thanks for the indulgence mini-session Liatai. It was neato. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">As I understand it you day-walkers should be getting tired.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No prob. :3 It was nice to finally get that plot out in the open, too.

TMG:<font color="#000000">But yeah, I just thought that CC was a surprisngly good book for background/backdrop info. If you had it, you certainly could use or discard things at your own discretion, I just thought it'd be nice to have in the library. But, some other time then.

TMG:<font color="#000000">And yeppers, today was fun. :&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Uh-oh. I hear meowing.

TMG:<font color="#000000">...as for how to make ld Red more of a threat? Uhum... &gt;.&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I have some ideas.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">But I'm going to need to review how possession works. |3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">If I may make a suggestion.

TMG:<font color="#000000">From a fellow DM standpoint, my first thought is you kinda wrote yourself into a corner with that one already. ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">By all means, help me be evil. *brick'd*

TMG:<font color="#000000">On the other thand, from a -player- standpoint, I actually think it's already threat enough. Everyone in the party is already as &quot;ohshitgottagetthistakenCAREofASAP&quot; as much as we can be under the circumstances.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I will say one cryptic thing. Sszeyl grossly misinterpreted the actual content of and reply to the sending Vargie made. |3

TMG:<font color="#000000">And given the -exact- circumstances of what's going on and who's involved, if the threat suddenly becomes 'overt', a certain little hotheaded gnome might go slay-happy. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">One avenue that warrants exploration is that we are dealing with a spirit so naturally large and potent that it's approaching natural apotheosis into a demi-god. There could be extra-planar implications of his rage and needling. He himself could manipulate begin to upset spiritual and extraplanar phenomena, both close and remote. He may be sealed away, but he could stir events and attract a lot of weird things attention. Possibly former or tangental allies. Or enemies. Or just hungry moth-like beings.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Gnogglebolt? :B *brick'd* Miron's actually been rather analytical about the whole thing.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just an idea.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The extraplanar angle is one I hadn't considered. Very iiiiiinteresting. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">...Lia, Miron has been -repeatedly- going over and over how he'd like nothing more than to stick a sword in Sszeyl's gut and end it once and for all. -3-


 * Dr. Hatari nods.

TMG:<font color="#000000">...though, Hatari's idea might not be amiss. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... I forget, were you around for their talk on the Cygnet?

TMG:<font color="#000000">I was, but I've seen regression.


 * Liatai shrugs.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm just along for the ride, really~ |3 *brick'd*

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ah well. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">Anyway...I'll bring this down when you're ready.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">To the IRCmobile! *points in a random direction*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*twirly Batman symbol transition go~*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sure fing.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">*Teeny Rin zooms in, then out*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes. x3

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