Session 103.1

Dr. Hatari has connected.

 Liatai:Hello hello. :3

Dr. Hatari:Good mornin'.

* Dr. Hatari is presently shavin'. Afkish.

Liatai:... you know, I can probably turn fog of war off on this map, even though the second floor's unfinished. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:Back.

Dr. Hatari:So I was distracted at the time, but I believe I saw something about Ed wanting to get a mini-word in, yes? :3

Dr. Hatari:I'm entirely confident our faffin' about skills could turn a collective sessions worth out of thin air anyways. =3=c

Liatai:Yep, though it can wait until everyone's dispersed into the temple and cooled down a bit. So if there's anyone Tom would like to or anywhere he'd like to wander, he's free to do so first. :3

Liatai:*snrk* Indubitably. :B

Thomas Lazarus:Ohhhh!

Thomas Lazarus:Good reminder.

Thomas Lazarus:The initial stuff we can't do yet, of course. Shey isn't here, the commander meeting'll probably be better suited to a full party disclosure.

Liatai:Commencing NPC dispersal.

Thomas Lazarus:But now that a day has passed and emergencies are over...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... I don't even remember where I put Tomi... aha, there she is, near the weapon racks.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom sees to it that Mrs. Baker returns to her family safe and sound, Sheyth..ths..anthi reunites with his peers, and the Guardians well the Guardians just need to not be in open PvP and he considers that good enough.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom ascends up to the floor level in search of the high priestess!

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

* Thomas Lazarus folds his arms, looking about. He notes the choir leader. &quot;Beg your pardon, ma'am; might you know where the revered mother is? Or, perhaps, where a young woman was taken to rest last night? I was a bit concerned, and wanted to check on her. She's been through quite an ordeal.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus gives Ed a nod.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Fatcat says hello. A lot. :B

Choir Leader:<font color="#000000">&quot;The reverend mother is out in the courtyard, I think... I'm not sure where the young woman you're talking about might be. I don't usually work too closely with the ill and injured...&quot; ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And grabs your ankle and faceplants on it. That could just be for me. I'm not sure.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh! Sorry, then. Still new here.. &quot; ^^;;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Cocoa, in that light, offers arm-grabs and rabbit-kicks. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Pardon me. Thank you.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">So much yellow. They must think I'm a priest of Cuthbert or something.. &gt;.&gt;;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">A warm scene, despite the chill in the air, greets Thomas as he steps into the courtyard. The refugee children and the fox are playing around the fountain under the watchful eye of a knight, while the lantern archons inspect it. The high priestess seems to be coaching a refugee druid, who has her hands raised in spellcasting.

* Thomas Lazarus breaks into a small smile at that.

Kan Redleaf:<font color="#000000">A dark cloud forms momentarily over the fountain... before... KER-SPLOOSH! Well, not quite that violent, but it was a hefty torrential downpour into the basin.

Ball of Light 1:<font color="#000000">&quot; ... It worked! &quot; A wet archon shakes itself off, bobbing excitedly in the air. &quot; It's sanctified!! &quot;

* Thomas Lazarus folds his arms into his robe sleeves and approaches.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oop, still have Aid bonus HP..

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Oh? Sounds like good news.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;Light be praised! We'll bottle it straight away... thank you, dear. For today and tomorrow, at least, our supply of holy water is secure.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh -- hello, Father Thomas. Is that inquisitor safe? What happened?&quot;

Blonde Toddler:<font color="#000000">&quot; Piddy lights! &quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods quickly. &quot;He is. Down below, speaking with his fellows, and with another dozen or more of those monsters banished back to where they came from.&quot; He sobers briefly. &quot;Truly, the streets are unsafe.. ... ..but he has brought a greath breadth of knowledge with him.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus clenches a fist in the air encouragingly for a moment. &quot;We can do this.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Kid you'll give me the 'beetus *bricked*

* Thomas Lazarus does seem almost kicked in the chest by that display. TwT

* Luanne Selaren nods, smiling. &quot;We can.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Speaking of which..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I was wondering if I might visit the young woman we brought in last night. Do you know how she's faring? I can't even imagine..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;At the very least, I want to return her possessions to her.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Combat implements; you know. Safety.&quot; He frowns at the ground briefly.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">The high priestess looks up toward the second floor. &quot;Yes... she's recovering. It will take time, of course... but she did wish to speak to someone in your group when I spoke with her this morning.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">Pardon while the DM furnishes a room. *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh, I'd be glad to. Right away.&quot; He looks around for stairs. :9 &quot;May I?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You don't have to build the entire second floor for me, I have a good imagination. I swear, you and Pelorite temples. :P

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course! Up the stairs, and follow the balcony edge to the right when you exit the stairwell. She's in the northernmost room on the western wall.&quot; Good, because the DM realized she forgot to draw the edge of the courtyard on the second floor. XP

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Thank you so much, ma'am.&quot; He bows before departing.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">Or the only room that has clear vision. *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Good thin Ed hasn't come up here. &gt;.&gt;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas raps upon the door lightly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Excuse me. We haven't properly met yet. I'm Thomas Lazarus. We.. met briefly yesterday. May I come in?&quot;

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

</i> Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">The second floor is largely open, with doorways leading to a balcony ringing the courtyard from above. Templars and priests can be seen walking by, tending to the ill and injured and stoking fireplaces to keep the place warm.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">mind an afk audience?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">or, possibly afk. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">GEEEEEET OOOOOUUUUUT /Zul

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Of course it's fine.

Lucina:<font color="#000000">The room is also less sparse than it seems in the drawing, with a small chest of drawers and a window. &quot;... is that the exorcist?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(so, what is the focus of this mini? :. )

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes ma'am.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(Oh! Talking to lucina? )

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I don't even know yet. Ed maybe. Tom is doing other things first.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(oh, huh. :B )

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes... come in.&quot;

* Glitch goes to get breakfast

* Thomas Lazarus cracks the door and slips in with a nod.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I pray the morning finds you well, ma'am.&quot; He shuts the door behind him and folds his hands. He wears a slight frown. &quot;I'm glad to see you're doing so well, so soon, considering.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Is anything yet bothering you, physically? Any unusual sensations? Certainly no injuries? Anything like that?&quot; Fret fret. &gt;: Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Such a Pelorite treatment. It goes 'hello' then 'are you okay??' and then 'also what is your name'.

Lucina:<font color="#000000">Despite the token, the woman is dressed in simple hospital robes, wrapped up in a quilt. &quot;... no... nothing like that. ... I never thanked you... you saved me...&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus pauses before offering a small smile. He considers. &quot;..You're quite welcome. I'm just glad I could.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It was my first exorcism. I hope that doesn't put you in any more stress..&quot; ^^;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Can... can you do it again?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..With the allies we've rallied and summoned, though, I want to assure you you're safe now. We have celestials here. More warriors of the light here. An angel, now, even.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus folds his arms and nods. &quot;I can certainly try. And you can bet I absolutely will. I'll be more prepared for it, too.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I won't rest until I know absolutely every mortal soul in this city is safe.&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;Be careful... please be careful. They have most of my class...&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods once, firmly and slowly. &quot;I expected. We know. And we're prepared to take them safely, and help them out too. We'll do everything we can to undo this.. unholy mess.&quot; He frowns.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... May I ask your name, ma'am?&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;The count... There was once a strong arcane academy here, with a focus on conjuration -- it seemed like a dream, there are so few focused academies up here -- and he came to our events, supported our graduation, offered those of us who did well jobs trying to solve the mystery of the fiends -- and then --&quot; The woman seems to be letting things off her chest, though she draws the quilt tighter around herself. After a moment, she blinks. &quot;... Lucy. Lucina Rosalyn. ... You're an inquisitor?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods calmly. &quot;..Yes. Inquisitor Thomas Lazarus. From Castleton. Tom's fine.. Came up to investigate. I'm glad I did.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus starts slightly.

* Thomas Lazarus draws a few items from his vest. &quot;Pardon me..&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have a cousin who's with the Leaden Mace here... it's honorable.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus steps over to the foot of the bed. He sets down Lucy's equipment, including her Heironian rosary sitting atop.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Your things.&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- My necklace!&quot; The woman quickly scoops it up.

* Thomas Lazarus smiles faintly and steps back. &quot;Sorry to part you from it.&quot;

* Lucina hastily puts it on, inspecting it. &quot;-- I can't believe it -- it's safe. I would have thought that... that baatezu would have destroyed it.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus shrugs faintly. &quot;..Perhaps it thought that would have been too large a clue leading to its crime. I can't say.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But it's destroyed, now, and none can even try to replace it over this temple's holy ground.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Please rest up and get better, Lucy.&quot; He offers a weak smile. &quot;I can't even imagine.. ...&quot; He trails off and looks lost for a moment before shaking his head. &quot;If there's anything you need, or want to know, or anything at all, please; don't be at all shy to ask. I don't even know where to begin addressing what's happened to you.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus raises a finger in the air. &quot;..But the first thing I will do is go out and help the rest of the people here.&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Wait. Please.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus lowers his hand. &quot;Of course. What's on your mind?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">SOMETHING SMELLS LIKE LIGHT-SIDE POINTS.

* Lucina holds out some things in her hands... wands, potions, and a glowing red gem. &quot;These. I never bought these... and I trust the Pelorites. I shouldn't need to use these. Could you? Or someone in your group?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">GO BACK TO YOUR POT.

Lucina:<font color="#000000">Wands - Charm Person (750), Invisibility (4,500), Web (4,500)

Lucina:<font color="#000000">Elemental Gem (fire) (2,250)

Lucina:<font color="#000000">Potions - Cure Serious Wounds (750), Water Breathing (750), Misdirection (300)

* Thomas Lazarus raises his brows.

* Thomas Lazarus steps over and inspects the items briefly. &quot;..Well.. possibly. I'm afraid I haven't an eye for judging this sort of artifice business, but we have a wizard friend who could.&quot; He looks up. &quot;..But, this is your legal property right now. You're sure? These are surely worth a staggering sum of money.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Ignore him recording loot *BRICK'D!!*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*dusts palms* =3=

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm sure. Your group saved me in more ways than I can name -- and if you can use these to help save more of my classmates, or protect more people, then you should. ... plus... the thought that that... fiend... bought them and touched them... with my hands... it makes my skin crawl.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods after a pause. He quietly collects and stows the items in his coat. &quot;Thank you, then. We'll do our best, Lucy.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus looks up. &quot;What I really want you to do, more than anything, is be strong and be well.&quot; He frowns and pauses. &quot;..But.. if you're up for it.. there is something you might be able to do to help.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We're building force. We've got quite a small army already. Right now, we're pulling together important information.&quot; He pauses again. &quot;If there's anything you can tell us -- any account, any numbers, any explanations -- anything -- it might be valuable to us soon.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus points a finger meaningfully. &quot;But don't stress yourself just because I said that. Okay?&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Of course!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods.

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;I... I can tell you one thing. One thing I remember just before it all went dark and that fiend... seized control.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus raises his brows and listens carefully.

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;Those of us who signed up to help with the fiend problem job that the count offered... we went to the mansion as a group. It was a part of the old fort. When we got to a meeting room, following Count Montclaire... I remember... he asked us a question when we sat down.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus inclines his head slightly. &quot;?&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;'I want to be sure you're dedicated enough for this work. You will be dealing with very dark forces. Without the law protecting you, there would be problems. Are you willing to uphold the law of Yoriver, at any cost?'&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus squints. &quot;...&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;... we all wanted the job... so we all said yes. Some repeated back 'at any cost' in Celestial.. I thought that was strange, but then, it all went dark.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That does sound curiously specific...&quot; Thomas hazards a knowledge: Planes check. &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 15 + 10 = 25&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Basically, his suspicion is that this was an unwitting infernal contract. Might this sort of thing be familiar?

Lucina:<font color="#000000">Perhaps, but it sounds more like some sort of code phrase. Tom is well-versed enough in religion and plot to not need a check to know that upholding the law at any cost is often the credo of Hextorians.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">We have a saying for this kind of thing in Greedverse; YOU DONE BEEN BAMBOOZLED!

* Thomas Lazarus rubs his chin. &quot;... Thank you.&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I wonder why they chose Celestial. I suppose even fiends can speak with the tongues of angels... do you know why?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm afraid off the top of my head, I don't. But I can investigate with some very informed sources.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Thank you again, Lucy.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;And Angels can speak the low tongues. The general idea is 'know the language of thy enemy', it seems. Which is actually pretty smart.&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot;Be safe.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus smiles. &quot;Get some rest, now. I will.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus departs.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's about noon. ... And I can't think of a good way to segue into what Ed wanted to talk about. :B Do you want to head to sleep and pick up later in the week, or keep going?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I definitely want to keep going. *_*

Glitch:<font color="#000000">*snrk*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">... But ... that would be stupid. =3=

Glitch:<font color="#000000">oh. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So I guess I'll be responsible and go to bed.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Some other time of the week, hopefully. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Indeed. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Thank you for the mini regardless, I enjoyed that.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Need server for anything, or shall I kill it in a few?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And plot info was dispensed, woo! \o/ *brick'd*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Nope, the server's good to go down. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Kay. Goodnight, then.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Rest well! :3

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