Session 35.5

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Dr. Hatari has connected.

TMG has connected.

Meany has connected.

Liatai:Hello, hello!


 * Meany harpoons everything!

Meany:Hello. :3

Liatai:Right, so who are we starting with? :3

TMG:Well, right after the Mace visit, Gnogglebolt would have gone to the goblins. They should have finished their service for the day.

Dr. Hatari:Chronological sounds fine~

Meany:Speaking of.


 * Dr. Hatari is still a bit distracted.

Liatai:Right, give me two shakes to get tokens in order.

Meany:How much longer until the gobbys are free for lessons in tanning?

Liatai:Check the wiki.

Meany::UTMG:where'd my token in the Bronze Boot area go? o.o

TMG:it was the most up-to-date...

Liatai:-.-

Liatai:I thought the one at the party was the most up-to-date!

TMG:You deleted them, didn't you? ^^; no worries

TMG:only thing I cahnged was gunpowder progress, and that's in the log

TMG:Oh!

TMG:oops.

Liatai:Just snag it from the cave map.

TMG:Tooootally forgot. xD

Meany::UUUU

TMG:My bad, you're good, liatai ^^;

TMG:copying to bronze boot, deleting from cave...

Liatai:All right, tokens good to go.

TMG:and I'm good, have token up to date and on the relevant map.

GM:Then let's take it away!

TMG:It's been about a week since the goblins started their service, right?

GM:Yep.

Gnogglebolt:Mkay. After the eventful visit to the Mace, Gnoggleboplt has one errand to take care of before heading to bed somewhere. He walks through the city until he finds the goblin's aparment, and knocks on the door.

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Hello?"

Gnogglebolt:"Hello, Ezekiel!" Gnogglebolt calls out.

Gnogglebolt:"Are the Swiftaxes in?"

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Gnogglebolt! Come in. They've just arrived."

Gnogglebolt:"Splendid!" Gnogglebolt walks through the door.

Ghostwish has connected.

Old Shukek:"Well, if it isn't out old gnomish friend."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt switches to the goblin tongue. "Hail, swiftaxes!"

Liatai:You get a good selection of hellos back, and a few grumpy sounds from some who were asleep on bedrolls.

Ghostwish:Which map we on? :>

Gnogglebolt:"Indeed! I've just returned from a rather nasty spot of business, and I thought I should check up on you folks for your first week as indentured citizens."

Liatai:At the moment, Bronze Boot. I'll grab you an audience token.

TMG:Wherever you want.

TMG:Currently, I'm doing Gnogglebolt's checkup on the goblins, but if Liatai can handle it, you may be able to run a paralel mini-session.

TMG:oh, brb, one moment...

Liatai:If other people want mini-sessions, just speak up. :3 I should be able to handle two at once if they're not too demanding.


 * Dr. Hatari has been running about getting supper ready. :o

Dr. Hatari:Fish & chips. *doffs hat*

Liatai:Yummmmm :O

TMG:back


 * Grapmak had been sharpening his axe when you entered. "Hard work. But not as hard as some work we did before."

Gnogglebolt:"That's good to hear. Have the guards been treating you fairly, with or without Ezekiel? And have you been adjusting okay?"

Old Shukek:"There's been some rough spots."

Gnogglebolt:"Oh?" Gnogglebolt asks, tilting his head.

Ezekiel Chirehan:"By and large, they have been good about sticking to the schedule the guards set; Grapmak has seen to that."

Old Shukek:"There's no thudrud, so Crang's going through withdrawl," the old goblin says gruffly, nodding toward one of the bedded goblins. "To say nothing of the humans."

Old Shukek:"Suspicious as ever."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods. "This was expected. Hopefully, nothing outright or overtly hostile?"


 * Grapmak snorts. "If there had been, you would have heard about it."

Gnogglebolt:"Ha. Very true." Gnogglebolt replies. "But, overall, things have been going well? Good job about keeping the schedule, that should certainly be proving something to the guards, at least."

Gnogglebolt:"Unfortunately, I'm not sure how to help Crang..."

Crang:"Humans wake up too early!" the goblin whines.

Gnogglebolt:^_^;

Old Shukek:"Aah, he'll be fine in a month or two."

Dr. Hatari:Gnogglebolt should invent chasers. Sell them for profit. |3

Meany::VOld Shukek:"The bigger problem is Trak's worg-rider trials."


 * Dr. Hatari skitters off to the oven again.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt rubs his chin. "That was forseen to be the biggest problem... have you been able to take them outside of the city for that, and then bring them back in?"

Gnogglebolt:"Or have you found a park or stables?"

Old Shukek:"Used to be you earned your worg-riding stripes by participating in a raid and grabbing an enemy worg for the tribe to use."

Old Shukek:"But we can't raid nowadays, and humans don't keep worgs anyway." The old goblin huffs.

Gnogglebolt:"Ah heh...yes, I can see how that would be a problem.."

Gnogglebolt:"Well, while it was hoped you could preserve as many of your tribal traditions as possible, it was inevitable a few would no longer be feasible, and have to adapt or fall out."

Grapmak:"There is good news. Nintrok, Irka, and Dosemz tell me we will be having new tribe members very soon." The goblin chief nods in Traki's direction; the pregnant goblin is sitting on several layers of blankets.

Old Shukek:"Bah. We'll find a way."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt glances in her direction. "Ah, indeed? Good luck and congratulations, then."

Grapmak:"Luck... we will need it." The chief smirks and nods in Drit's direction now. "Some members of the tribe are more excited about the possibility than others. Drit is getting tired of talking with paper."


 * Drit signs.

Grapmak:"He says writer's cramp is making it harder to sign."

Audience:Try it with carpal tunnel, weakling.

Drit:I suddenly feel the urge to stab the air near Dosemz.

Dr. Hatari:We need to get that guy a haunted CB radio. *Brick!*

Liatai:XDGnogglebolt:"Ah, hrm... well, give it a rest, practice again, rest, practice again., that should help. Though...oh! Ezekiel, you wanted the drow around when Grapmak is not available for translating?"

Gnogglebolt:"My apologies, I have been away and quite busy the past week, I'd nearly forgotten."

Meany:Oh noes.

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Not exactly. I wished to talk with him about the language, to learn the customs governing its use. It would help facilitate communication."

Gnogglebolt:"Hmm. Not sure what he'd think about that, but I'll talk to him."

Ezekiel Chirehan:"It's just to learn what would be considered appropriate. Details regarding it have been... sparse, to say the least."

Gnogglebolt:"Indeed, and apparently, that's the way he wants it. I'll see what I can do."

Meany:Paint yer skin black and take some life-extending drug therapies.

Ezekiel Chirehan:"While I would direly love to learn the language for myself, you've already told me that might overstep some boundaries."

Meany:Then you can use it. =3=

Gnogglebolt:"Mind you, it was hard to get him to make the deal with Drit in the first place without killing him."

Gnogglebolt:"Indeed."

Gnogglebolt:"Anyway..." Gnogglebolt turns back to the swiftaxes. "All of you probably would like to rest after a day of work, so I shall leave you to sleep, I was just visiting to see how you've been progressing." He says, smiling.

Grapmak:"Any time, Gnogglebolt Truespeak."

Gnogglebolt:"Indeed. Farewell, Grapmak Swiftaxe and all Swiftaxes." And he heads out the door, waving as he goes.

TMG:anyway...

TMG:before starting on the next mini-session(s), whatever it(they) may be, shall we take care of EXP from last night?

Meany:Oh that was so cheesy.

TMG:Ghost gives his nominations, and everything's tallied up?

TMG:cheesy? :B

Liatai:Ack. XD


 * Meany throws the remaining eighty-pound wheel of cheese at Tech.

Meany:We has no Fae.

Meany:Or Vae.

TMG:oh, hrm...

Dr. Hatari:There were two significant points of order I had considered bringing up in mini-session. The first would be seeing to Zylaro and Jo settling in with the Pelorites (or, indeed, whatever it is they're deciding to do) most likely after having nabbed Gnogglebolt - since he has expressed almost intrusive interest in the matter, as is his wont. :B

Liatai:Can't... can't EXP wait until the end of all these sessions. ^^;

TMG:oop, brb--and okay, EXP can wait. xD

Dr. Hatari:The latter matter being Tom returning to the mace to discuss the possibility of training with them in their facilities. And, indeed, inquiring about full membership. He's ready to take the plunge and get another job. x3

Liatai:Gives me a little time to think up priests and priestesses... Oh-ho. :3

TMG:back

Dr. Hatari:Sure. I'll nom some for a few.

Dr. Hatari:*oms noms British noms :B*

TMG:oh indeed, and Gnogglebolt would be interested in seeing Zylaro and Jo, to.

TMG:And hey.

TMG:If Gnogglebolt is intrusive, then what does that make Thomas? :B

Meany:A mother-in-law.

Meany:=3=

Dr. Hatari:Thomas feels it's actually his formal duty as a priest of the people to handle these social matters. Zylaro and Jolenta are cute and endearing, but he would do this service for anyone who needed it. It isn't much of a difference from Gnogglebolt, granted. It's just slightly weirder since he's not a social worker. :B

TMG:Gnogglebolt's dealings with the goblins don't count? :B

TMG:(I'm just teasin' ;P )

Dr. Hatari:They count as more weird altruism. :B

Dr. Hatari:Teasing aside, Gnogglebolt is clearly the good samaritan. He would probably be what we would consider a volunteer.

Dr. Hatari:I suppose it's no different than any adventurer presuming to shoulder the responsibility of a community or nation's safety. It's technically none of their business, but try telling them that. :B

TMG:Anyway...where exactly did Jo and Zylaro stay the night? Did they go straight to the temple?

Liatai:There we go, got a random selection of priests and priestesses ready at last. ^^;

Meany:If they had nothing else.

Meany:Barbie's wagon has some room.

Meany:Not much, but some.

Meany:=3=;;

Dr. Hatari:I imagine we would have escorted them during the timeskip. It was being discussed.

Liatai:Yep.

TMG:so, they went to the temple with Thomas right after the meeting at the Mace?

Dr. Hatari:Doof, brb.

Liatai:That would be most likely.

TMG:Hmm. Then Gnogglebolt either parted ways there and didn't accompany them, or went to see the goblins after this as well.

Dr. Hatari:I was thinking of skipping an evening or two for Jo's sake, actually. I was trying to avoid the mental scenario where she's dragged to weird locations all rapid-fire surrounded by friendly monsters, sleep in a new bed every night, and then without reprieve someone's like, "YOUR DAD'S DEAD AND YOU'RE AN ANGEL OMG D:"

Dr. Hatari:Don't want to 'Sszeyl' it. ;3

Liatai:A good idea. XD

TMG:Heh. ^^; so, where did Zylaro and Jolenta go after the mace meeting? Back to barbarus' wagon, and inn, somewhere else?

Liatai:They went to the temple.

TMG:ah, okay.

Dr. Hatari:*nod* I just meant, we could check on them a little while after settling in. Tom already trusts that it's a pleasant and peaceful place.

TMG:oh, gotcha.

Dr. Hatari:But I imagine one of these days Zylaro is going to want to get back on his feet and traveling abroad again. We'll see how it goes.

Liatai:At the moment, the temple environment is doing both of them a lot of good. Remember, while Jo faced the worst of Veinfrost's tortures, the other captives weren't exempt from them, either. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:That too. I suppose I've just been expecting Zylaro to suck it up. :B

Dr. Hatari:"You have the pants now. Rub some dirt in it. D|" /Otto

Liatai:XDDr. Hatari:Anywho~ off to grab one more fillet and I'll be good to go. :>

TMG:Mkay then, Gnogglebolt jusat goes back to the inn he was initially staying at earlier in the game. Was it common or good? I can't remember...

TMG:(that is, after visiting the goblins)

Liatai:Good, I think, since he has a private room.

TMG:And the next morning, he'll visit Kaerka and Elwick.

TMG:Mkay, deductin' 2 gp

TMG:and done.

Liatai:Going to roll any Craft checks?

TMG:after the visits, yeah...oh, eh, might as well get them all out of the way

TMG:Oh! He also visits Lethiriss' and Zairth's place, but don't need to roleplay that one, he's just asking when Sszeyl will come around (should be sometime before the party)


 * Dr. Hatari giggles at the Crate of Chicken notes. B:TMG:hatari; hee. I did those three. x3

Liatai:Before the party? The meeting with Sszeyl should probably take place after the party... but that's just my opinion. ^^;

TMG:erm, Gnogglebolt would have asked -at- the party if he hadn't already. >:TMG:eh...

Liatai:I'm a little confused. ^^;

Liatai:Namely, because I'm trying to wrangle the timeline in place. :B


 * Meany lassos it.

Liatai:If this took place before the party, he would have recognized Rhylinar at the party.


 * Meany ties the lasso to Ghost's ego.

Meany:Therei..

TMG:well, this was mentioned last night, the 'snafu' happening before the party, because otherwise, Gnogglebolt would have just asked him -at- the party. Also; ...dang. That was not brought up..

Meany:there, it's not going anywhere*

TMG:oof...eh, I suppose we could just say Gnogglebolt forgot.

Liatai:Ah. You'll have to forgive me, I was a little brain-dead last night. :B

Liatai:Your call, Meany and Tech. When do you want this to take place?

Meany:Tech?

Liatai:From an NPC standpoint, I would prefer after the party.

Meany:In a biumvirate like this, can't risk a deadlock. :B

Liatai:But, if you guys have a plan, I'm all ears.

TMG:well, I already said what I'd prefer, though it could happen after the party if it must.

Liatai:Simply because how this goes would color how certain NPCs interact with the party. ^^;

TMG:although, is it possible Rhylinar wasn't present when Gnogglebolt arrives? If Sszeyl visits for a whole day, then Rhylinar may have left on errands, and Gnogglebolt could 'conveniently' have been somewhere else

TMG:or...hrm...

TMG:Eh,alright.

Liatai:Not likely. He's too nosy to let something like this pass. :B

TMG:I can say poor gnogglebolt could have forgotten entirely. ^^;

TMG:...more than a week after he said he would talk to Sszeyl, that's just what seems off to me, but eh.

Liatai:There's also the possibility that Sszeyl has been scarce.

Liatai:Putting finishing touches on the cave and getting ready for the party.

Meany:Very likely.

TMG:Mm. Well...alright. how about Gnogglebolt did visit Z&L the morning after visiting the goblins, but they said he wasn't expected around until after they party. Gnogglebolt was -planning- to ask him then, but ah, events pushed it out of his mind.

Meany:Perfectly understandable.

Meany:And excusable.

Liatai:Paste your tokens onto the Zairith and Lethiriss' Place map when you're ready to go. :3

TMG:whoa, shouldn't we do the mini-sessions in chronological order, so...ah. Nevermind. :B

Liatai:What the heck do you want? XD

TMG:I'll just have to be careful to track this in the timeline.

Liatai:Hatari's AFK with noms.

Liatai:You both are here, and you've already said you have limited time.

TMG:I said, Gnogglebolt visaiting Elwick and Kaerka, and telling them about his plans, and anyone else's mini-sessions before the party. Though, I'm actually not as pressed for time as I thought anymore. But sure, let's take care of this snafu.

Meany:Loading loading loading.

TMG:After arriving back in Castleton after the party, Gnoggbolt smacks his head, realizing he forgot to ask. He visits Z&L again, asking them when Sszeyl will come by. Then, this takes place on any particular day duing the week after the party.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Zairith and Lethiriss' Place'

Dr. Hatari:=3= ? *nums*

Meany:Yo. :.

Liatai:Don't ask me, I'm kind of lost. ^^;

TMG:Alright, I can try to clear this up. What are you lost on, specifically? ^^;

Liatai:What the heck do people want to do first? :/

Dr. Hatari:I have no preference. Let's do something. x3

TMG:I just said we could do this first, since that's what you asked for! xD

Dr. Hatari:Drowgo. :3

Meany:Dodge Drowango? =3=

Meany:The latest in Elvish trucking.

TMG:We just have to be extra-careful of the chronological order, and I've definitely got work to do ont he timeline. It's people mixing up the order that I'm worried about, but I hope we can overcome it.

Dr. Hatari:What? It's not a very big deal. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:Shoo, shoo, play. :B

TMG:So, on a yet-unspecified date after the party, Gnogglebolt heads over to Z&L's place, as they told him Sszeyl would be around on this day...

Gnogglebolt:He knocks on the door.

Sszeyl:Le open door.

Gnogglebolt:"Hello, Sszeyl! May I come in?"

Sszeyl:"Gnogglebolt. Yes, you may."

TMG:(oh, and of note, he didn't actually tell Z&L -what- he wanted to talk to Sszeyl about yet, just to be sure.)

Gnogglebolt:"How have you been, recovering from the party?"


 * Rhylinar offers a wave, leaning up against the wall. Zairith and LiNeer are both sitting at the table, a spellbook open.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt asks as he steps through the threshold.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl's sporting a more...conservative dress now. Purple and black oriental dress similar to what Zairith wore to the party, but far less fancy.

Sszeyl:"Excellent. And you?"

Gnogglebolt:"Quite well, thank you. I've begun a few new projects."

Sszeyl:"You probably were not in the Arcane district at all today, were you?"

Gnogglebolt:"Anyway, I've come to get your help on something I forgot to ask you about at the party--hmm?"

Sszeyl:"After I went to go give that elvish harpy what for, I saw a gnome which looked much like you."

Rhylinar:"Let's just say, I doubt that painter will be bothering Sszeyl anymore."

Sszeyl:"Except he had this ridiculous red beard and mustache."

TMG:wa. xD

TMG:*wat.

Gnogglebolt:"I...see."

Gnogglebolt:"Anyway. Do you remember the Ezekiel Chirehan fellow, the one who I found to be the liason and guide for the Swiftaxe goblins?"


 * LiNeer hops off the table.

Sszeyl:"Yes."

Zairith:"You are welcome to step further in, you know."

Sszeyl:"I was meaning to visit him."

Gnogglebolt:"Hmm? Oh! of course, thank you."

Sszeyl:"Learned some goblin phrases. Enough to at least speak brokenly."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt takes a seat. "Anyway..."


 * Zairith waves to Sszeyl as well. "It's impolite to yell a conversation across a room, as well."

Sszeyl: (( ....FFFFF. >:o Could have sworn I added Goblin to Sszeyl's languages. ))

Sszeyl: (( Tangledweb is undoing a lot of stuff these days. ))

Rhylinar:"Well, granted, this is a small room."

TMG:pdf powah! XD

Gnogglebolt:"We were wondering if you could do a favor...ah, ineed? Good, that is all that is needed of you, anyway. You see of course, Ezekiel doesn't know that sign lanuage Drit uses, and Grapmak or Slat aren't always around to translate the sign language and his click-whistles, respectively. Drit's been making do trying to write out on slips of paper, but that's difficult, and his hands are wearing out."

Zairith:"... Sign language, you say?"

Gnogglebolt:"So, we're just wondering if you could visit sometime and be a translator when Grapmak or Slat aren't around."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt blins. "What...did Sszeyl not tell you?" He says to Zairth. "Sszeyl was furious over it. Near murder."

Gnogglebolt:*blinks

Sszeyl:"...."

Sszeyl:"I will translate when I have free time...but I'm going to be in Castleton less and less, Gnogglebolt."

Gnogglebolt:"Hrm, that's a shame..."

Sszeyl:"It would be better if Ezekial could come to the Mustering Cave, and learn the language himself. As well as the ettiquete to use it."

Liatai:Aack! Sacred canine duty! D:TMG:oop, waiting.

TMG:Don't want to miss Zarith's response. x3

Sszeyl:"Is that how that word is said...ettiquete? Etikit?"

Sszeyl: (( Cool. :. ))

Zairith:"Etiquette."

Sszeyl: (( Welcome back. ))

Sszeyl:"Thank you."

TMG:(and zarith doesn't ask for elaboration on the Sszeyl being furious comment? xD )

Sszeyl: (( =3= ))

Liatai:It's kind of par for the course lately. :P But that's a bit of a derp on my part. Give me a few.

TMG:No problem.

Zairith:"And no, he had not."

Rhylinar:"This is the first I've heard about goblins using the hand-language." The other drow in the corner looks contemplative.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl looks perfectly bland.

Sszeyl:"They learned it from kobolds."

Gnogglebolt:"Strange. Seems like the kind of thing he would tell you first about. You see, the aformentioned goblin Drit apparently knows your 'secret code language' "

Gnogglebolt:"Which he apparently learned from kobols."

Rhylinar:"Now, kobolds I'll believe. Kilund and some other houses used them as cheap labor during the war."

Gnogglebolt:"But Sszeyl was near enraged over learning this. He said no one outside of your kind was supposed to even know this language even exists. It was sheer mercy on his part that he accepted a bargain with Drit."

Rhylinar:"..." Both drow and half-drow look at Sszeyl.

Sszeyl:Poker face.

Sszeyl:"Yes?"

Rhylinar:"... Is that really what they taught you?"

Sszeyl:"Correct."

Rhylinar:"Seriously?"

Sszeyl:"Am I missing something?"

Gnogglebolt:"If I may be so impertinent, it does seem a poorly-kept secret." Gnogglebolt said. "Ezekiel said he heard rumors of your sing lanuage before I even told him that the kind Drit was using was one and the same."

Gnogglebolt:*sign

Rhylinar:"Kid, if no one outside the drow knew the hand-language, the war would have ended even worse for us!" the older rogue laughs.

Sszeyl:Suddenly.

Sszeyl:"You did what?"

TMG:Aaaand there it is. x3

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt blinks again, looking at Sszeyl. "Pardon?"

Sszeyl:Sszeyl's standing straighter, and...holy crap his eyes have gone totally white.

Rhylinar:"This Ezekiel, is he --" the drow breaks off at Sszeyl's reaction.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 11 + 5 = 16 » Will save!

Sszeyl:The monk loosens up. "Sorry. Saw red for a minute there."

Sszeyl:"Had to remember the information I'd just been handed."

Gnogglebolt:"Uh..." Gnogglebolt isn't sure what to say.

Rhylinar:You're not the only one.

Zairith:Indeed.

Audience::oLiNeer:Meow is always appropriate.

Sszeyl:"Gnogglebolt, at the time I thought sharing the knowledge with you would be a sign of trust. Something for you and your kind to remember when you regroup."


 * Audience spies. =3=

Gnogglebolt:"Well...when I was taking Ezekiel to meet the goblins, I told him drit was mute and used hand-speech. Ezekiel immediately said the only hand-speech he'd ever heard of before was your kind, so I just told him it was the same. I -also- told him about the deal, and that he cannot tell anyone about it, nor can he learn it himself."

Lethiriss:Sssss! Get OUT, little ssspy!

Audience:=3= !

Sszeyl:"I...wish you had seen fit to direct Ezekial to me, instead of taking the initiative to pass the secret along yourself."


 * Lethiriss tosses a pillow at the audience critter.

Gnogglebolt:"I...what?"

Dr. Hatari:Sorry. Carry on. :B

Gnogglebolt:"Sszeyl, he already knew of it beforehand. I practically had to tell him right there so he -could- be made known of the same deal before he stumbled into it himself."

Rhylinar:"I'm not surprised. Is this Ezekiel a history buff? It sounds like a human name."

Sszeyl:"See, that's a loophole I had discovered, and would have been able to share with Ezekiel, that you didn't know of."

Gnogglebolt:"Oh, yes, he's human. An anthropologist, he studies many of the more outlying cultures."

Sszeyl:"He -can- learn the language...but it's a bit of an investment."


 * Rhylinar crosses his arms and listens to what Sszeyl has to say.

Gnogglebolt:"He...what?' Gnogglebolt looks very confused. "After all this, you're saying he -could- be allowed to learn the language, too?"

Gnogglebolt:"I told him to not even try."

Gnogglebolt:"Was trying to preserve your wishes."

Rhylinar:"In the old days, you didn't need permission. Just needed to be an ally of drowkind, or even a particularly keen enemy who could pick it up fast."

Rhylinar:"Webs above, that makes me sound old."

Sszeyl:"According to the law, a slave owned by a Drow is no longer considered sentient. Merely an abnormally smart doll. If he agreed to nominally pass for a slave under my keep, he not only would be allowed to learn the language, but possibly wear a passport tattoo to visit our city if he was inclined."

Rhylinar:"Is that really necessary? Orgolloyss doesn't have any sway here."

Sszeyl:Suddenly.

Sszeyl:White eyes again. At Rhylinar.

Sszeyl:"You forget what I am."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt is looking back and forth between the two drow. He is hopelessly lost.


 * Rhylinar looks back flatly.

Rhylinar:"I think at the moment, I know better than you do," he says quietly.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 14 + 2 = 16 » Wis check!


 * Zairith gives Rhylinar an impassive look, which the rogue doesn't respond to.

Sszeyl:Blink. White eyes gone. And the drow swings his head back to Gnogglebolt.

Sszeyl:"You seem lost."

Gnogglebolt:"Quite."

Gnogglebolt:"Though, perhaps with all this national secrets foofraw, probably best not to tell me, or I'd have to cut my own ears off, hey?" He says with gnommish sarcasm.

Rhylinar:"That would depend on the government in charge," the rogue says.

Sszeyl:"A secret known by many becomes fact; no longer a secred."


 * Dr. Hatari writes down foofraw.

Gnogglebolt:"Alright, well..."

Gnogglebolt:"I'll let Ezekiel know about your offer, Sszeyl, and tell him where your cave is. I'll also forewarn him about the conditions of actually learning the sign language."

Rhylinar:"..." Rhylinar sighs.

Rhylinar:"Shouldn't be necessary. Humans used to pick up the language like lightning after seeing it a few times."

Rhylinar:"Wouldn't surprise me if your human friend already knew some of the basics, if he's been working with a speaker for a few weeks."

Gnogglebolt:"Ah yes. Remarkably adaptive, humans. Such big, short-lived oafs, yet so energetic. They're quite endearing, really."

Tokens dropped onto map 'Zairith and Lethiriss' Place'

Sszeyl:"Perhaps too much."

Thomas Lazarus:Meanwhile, Thomas sneezes. "?" =3=

TMG::3Gnogglebolt:"Right then, I'll also add that the extreme conditions probably won't be necessary."

Gnogglebolt:"..Though."

Gnogglebolt:"If his reaction to my offer of allowing him to study goblins on a personal level, I'm wondering if he might jump at any chance with his acedemic ambition to get any means of entering your city"

Gnogglebolt:*personal level is any indication

Zairith:"If he values his life, he should keep his distance."

Dr. Hatari:That would be a jolly larf.

Sszeyl:"It would be nice to see Ezzebek full of life again."


 * Rhylinar looks contemplative again... but shrugs off whatever he was thinking about.

Gnogglebolt:"Well, he is a studier of the mor savage and monstrous cultures, and he has studied goblins, catfolk, and others before. He might just think that studying the drow in their home city is the crowning achievement of his career."

Gnogglebolt:"But I'll pass along that warning, too."

Zairith:"He is male, and human. The best-case scenario for him would be becoming a slave."

Sszeyl:"Not while he has a passport tattoo."

Gnogglebolt::Pardon?"

Sszeyl:"The passport tattoo is required for passing hither and thither through our border."

Sszeyl:"Those that have the tattoo may come and go unmolested, so long as they abide by the law."

Rhylinar:"Savage and monstrous, huh." The rogue looks contemplative yet again.

Sszeyl:"And despite tradition, there is no law that all male humans be enslaved on sight. ...Yet."

Dr. Hatari:(Internal aside: Does Ezzebek maintain 'embassies' of sorts with other intelligent predatory races a la the old Lloth cities? Or is it strictly an Illithid-free zone?)

Liatai:More like the Illithid-free zone scenario. The Order of Orgolloyss is pretty isolationist in its outlook.

Gnogglebolt:"In his own words. Though, his most extensive work has been with catfolk, if I remember correctly. Anyway, he'll probably be at the goblin's apartment tonight after they've finished their daily service, so I'll talk to him then, unless you want to come along too, Sszeyl."

Sszeyl:"Unless I am needed after this for an additional scolding?"

Sszeyl:Arched brow at Rhy and Zai.

Rhylinar:"Unless there's something you want to talk about. I can wait."

Sszeyl:"Then I will be by later, after their service."

Sszeyl:"I wish to shop around the districts for a less racist paint shop."

Gnogglebolt:"Very well, then. Should be after sundown. You still know where the apartment is, right?"

Tathi:Knock knock, de knock knock.

Sszeyl:"Yes, I recall the locale."

Rhylinar:"Hm?"

Sszeyl:"I smell that tea substance."

Sszeyl:Le open door.

Audience::OSszeyl:"I knew it."

TMG:whoa, what's Tathi around for? xD

Tathi:An arched eyebrow at the door! "Knew what?"

Gnogglebolt:"Oh! Greetings, fellow Guardian, I was just on my way out."

Zairith:"Yet more guests?" There once was a time when no one knew where I lived... those were the days. >.>;

Sszeyl:"Same?"

Sszeyl:"Zairith, wait ten years."

Sszeyl:"They'll all be dead by then."

Sszeyl: (( That was ooc. =3= ))

Liatai::PLiNeer:I hear the elf wench with that delectable-looking black rat. >.9

Sszeyl:"Tathi? I know Rhylinar is quite a sight, but you shouldn't stare."

Zairith:"What brings you here, Miss Tathi?"

Dr. Hatari:Tathi should take some kind of familiar feat at level 6. Suddenly, Kor with pecs. =3=

Tathi:"Sszeyl, I came by to ask about the close-call of an attack during the party. Have you managed to find anything out about that?"

Sszeyl:"Went to the harpy's nest."

Sszeyl:"Shattered her world view."

Sszeyl:"It was far too much fun."

Tathi:"Speak common, not riddles." She says.

Sszeyl:"I showed up at that elf painter's shop."

Sszeyl:"Asked her to not send assassins after me again."

Sszeyl:"And gave her some roses. =3="

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt snickers.

Tathi:Another archer brow.. "So.. it was the painter woman."

Gnogglebolt:"Anyway, I've got other things to do today, I believe I shall be off."

Sszeyl:"Good bye."

Gnogglebolt:"Farewell Sszeyl, Rhylinar, Zarith, and Tathi."

Zairith:"Farewell."

Tathi:"So long Gnogglebolt." She says, and looks back to Sszeyl. "So who were those folks who were going to attack you?"


 * Rhylinar nods; seems to have gone awfully quiet since Tathi showed up.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt passes by Tathi and heads off through the city streets.

Gnogglebolt:(leaving token for now)

Ghostwish:and I shall brb, checking the fire.

Sszeyl:"Are you going to contiue talking in the doorway?"

Zairith:"I assure you, Miss Tathi, no traps have been installed in the threshhold since your last visit," the wizard adds with a small smirk.

Tathi:She leans over the threshold, smirking at the other drow elf. "Oh, it's not you I worry about, Sir Zairith."

LiNeer:Is it me? Good. You should be worried about me. I'm fearsome. >.3

Sszeyl:"Members of the local elf and half-elf community. As well as two humans, from what I can tell."

Kor:Hiss! Sputter!

Sszeyl:"I cannot ask the constibles to investigate, and she obviously feels nothing she did was wrong."

Liatai:Three humans, actually. But details. :P

Sszeyl: (( You all look alike to me. =3= ))

Sszeyl: (( Light skins. ))

Sszeyl: (( Crackas. ))

Dr. Hatari:I thought Rin was a You--*brick!*

Liatai:XDTathi:Tathi sighs, looking about the room a bit. "Ah, but I can. I might just send the painter a few flowers myself.. Sixty foot large, exploding, firey ones.." She comments. "Dear dear, Zairith, don't you have a proper bookshelf for all these fine materials?"


 * Rhylinar snickers, but quickly turns it into a cough. >.>

Audience:*snoop snoop* =3=

Zairith:What are you doing in my study, glow rat.

Audience:Bananabananabananabananabanana

Zairith:"Anything not on a shelf is not the finest of materials." Roll Sense Motive, Tathi.

Tathi:You mean a wisdom check? XD « 1d20+1 = 9 + 1 = 10 » sense motive!

Liatai:Yeah, a Wisdom check. :B Carry on.

Zairith:"The truly valuable books are well-cared-for."

LiNeer:Except for the thesaurus, that's still got a little blood on it. Ahhh, that was a priceless moment. |3

Kor:Foul-soul feline!

LiNeer:Appetizer. >.3

Tathi:"So this painter woman.." Tathi says, still looking about the room. "Any known connections?"

LiNeer:Granted, you're more like a main course right now due to your size.

Zairith:"I assume you mean connections to the Maitraliat, the Burning Mountain, or the Naira."

Tathi:"Quite. A bit too much of a coincidence for them to be poking around, warning me of you no less, and then your fellow drow comes under attack. Coincidences are far too convenient at times."

Zairith:"Warning you of me?"

Tathi:"Oh yes. All this about you're not what you appear to be and all that. My thoughts? Well duh. You're a drow elf."

Sszeyl:"..."

Zairith:The half-drow smirks. "Hmm. I was not aware my reputation had spread so far in the world of surface elves."

Tathi:"Mmm, it's rather hard not to sneeze and have a wild elf out in the lark hear of it by next week.."

Sszeyl:"Speaking of them."


 * Rhylinar looks like he's trying to blend into the shadows in the corner. >.>

Sszeyl:"I'll apparently be working with one."

Sszeyl:"Luethil...what can you tell me of her?"

Liatai:Hatari, Tech, are there any mini-session things you want to do while this is going on?

Dr. Hatari:Mm, I was just playing transformice. Suuure. :B

Sszeyl: (( Transformice? ))

Ghostwish:am I here?

Dr. Hatari:There was the bit with the Mace (although I'm not sure that anyone else would bother being present for such a thing) and the matter of speaking with Zylaro and (especially) Jo about her situation and bloodline.

Dr. Hatari:Yep, Ghost.

Ghostwish:Huh.. I can't even load DMFA.

Dr. Hatari:Meany: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJReZRji7tg&feature=autoplay&list=FLUB4syIiqDus&index=19&playnext=9

TMG:eh? Oh!

TMG:Yeah, if you're offering a paralell mini-session, and it's the one where Thomas and Gnogglebolt visit Jolenta and Zylaro at the temple, sure.

Meany:Logging off.

Meany:Storm.

TMG:Though, just ot make sure there's no discrepancy, this happened a few days after-- o.o

Dr. Hatari::.Liatai:Eep! Okay. o.o

Dr. Hatari:Take care.

TMG:eh heh....anyway...

Ghostwish:weird.. storm here too.

TMG:if this visitation is happening a few days after arrival, then Thomas and Gnogglebolt would had to have planned it out at the Mace before they split ways. Is that plausible?

Meany is disconnected.

Dr. Hatari:Seems fine to me. I was thinking of Tom simply taking it upon himself to go find Gnogglebolt in a few days.

Dr. Hatari:If he's busy, a time can be arranged in near future.

Liatai:That video. My sides. They hurt. XD

TMG:(cuz I don't think the party chose a specific regular meeting place this time, and it would be hard for them to just find each other--Hmm. :B "

Ghostwish:So Tathi bores the drow to suicide yakking all girly like about her new lover :P

Dr. Hatari:(Isn't it great? :B)

Kor:EAT ME. EAT ME NOW. HEY! NO FAIR HANGING YOURSELF FIRST, CAT!

Dr. Hatari:Bah, Thomas has spells. He finds you. |3

Dr. Hatari:"It's magic; I ain't gotta explain shit."

Liatai:XPTMG:Okay, fine. xD Gnogglebolt was in a temporary worskhop space at the time, he's still looking for semipermanent space.

Dr. Hatari:Where shall we token?

Ghostwish:I'm gonna tkae off now. Have fun fellas!

Liatai:... and then Lethiriss wakes up from her nap, and she and Tathi start gossiping, and the men all decide to get out while the gettin's good? :P

Dr. Hatari:Alright. Take it easy Ghost.


 * Ghostwish fireballs!

Liatai:See ya!

Ghostwish is disconnected.

Liatai:Bronze Boot area. I've got a line of random priestly personages there. :B

Dr. Hatari:Oh, nice!

TMG:deleting and copypasting token...

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castleton - Bronze Boot Area'

Thomas Lazarus:Alright. About three days, give or take, completely subject to necessary changes, ipso facto, etcetera, Thomas walks the streets of Castleton looking for Gnogglebolt. He has a reasonable hunch of where to look after all the days he has been with the party, now.

Thomas Lazarus:*knock knock knock*

Gnogglebolt:"Hmm? Oh, hello Thomas! I was just setting up the lab for the day."


 * Thomas Lazarus is holding a dowsing rod in one hand. |3

Thomas Lazarus:"I see. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Gnogglebolt:"Nope, having even begun the first part of the refinement process."

Thomas Lazarus:"I just thought I'd catch you and let you know I planned on checking up on our strays."


 * Thomas Lazarus peers at the lab equipment at the mention of a refinement process. He seems lost.

Gnogglebolt:"Oh? Oh! Of course, of course, just give me a moment." Gnogglebolt packs things up and stows it away, and heads out the door with thomas."

Thomas Lazarus:"Very good. I know you've become quite invested in it."

Gnogglebolt:"Indeed. Like you, I want to see this through to the end." Gnogglebolt says as they walk together towards the temple.

Thomas Lazarus:"..I'm.. not really sure what to make of this latest development, to tell you the truth. I was actually thinking of daring to speak with Jolenta about it today. It's been my hope that she has relaxed a little in the care of the temple."

Thomas Lazarus:"If she has a living parent in the heavens somewhere, I've no idea how to contact them. I.. don't even know if that means they're alive, or if they've passed on." He sighs.

Thomas Lazarus:"It's far from something I have experience with."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt rubs his chin. "Hmm. I'd say at least get Zylaro's input on it. He's been with her longer than us, and I was thinking we could just leave it up to his judgement on when to tell her. Honestly, my first thought would have been years from now. But, if you and Zylaro think otherwise, that is fine, too."

Gnogglebolt:"We're just...doing the best we can. It's all we can do, right?"

Thomas Lazarus:He nods. "It may not be a secret. We haven't dared interrogate her yet. No one knows what her life was like. We were lucky to get their names." He seems thoughtful and remains quiet for the rest of the walk.

Gnogglebolt:"That too."

Sister Elise:When you arrive at the temple, it's been about an hour since the end of the morning's services. "Brother Lazarus! Welcome back!"


 * Thomas Lazarus offers a smile. "Good afternoon. I've brought a friend with me in hopes of seeing the refugees from Redtree. How are they doing today?"

Dr. Hatari:(I'll be skittering off in a little over an hour for work, by the by.)

Sister Elise:The priestess plays with her necklace a little. "They seem well enough, given everything that's happened to them. I think they're in the courtyard right now; would you like someone to fetch them?"

Gnogglebolt:"Can we go to them?"

Thomas Lazarus:"No, that's quite alright." He nods at the Gnome's remark.

Sister Elise:"Of course. You remember the way, right, brother?"


 * Thomas Lazarus laughs. "Of course. Has it been so long?"


 * Thomas Lazarus heads off.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt follows.

Thomas Lazarus:*eventually* ... Oh hey wait was that a jab. >:o

Jolenta Kelby:They are, indeed, in the courtyard; and surprisingly, Jolenta isn't clinging on to Zylaro like a limpet. She's playing with a patch of clover while the half-elf sits nearby on a bench. Granted, she's sticking quite close to the bench.

Thomas Lazarus:"Ahh.." he remarks quietly and waves. "Good afternoon."


 * Zylaro Elmyer nods in greeting.

Jolenta Kelby:"Ah... h-hello."

Gnogglebolt:"Hello there. We're just dropping in for a visit." Gnogglebolt says, smiling to the little girl.


 * Thomas Lazarus approaches with folded hands. "I see you're in better spirits than when we last parted ways." He nods at Jolenta with a small smile.

Thomas Lazarus:"I trust everything has been going alright? I know the fathers and sisters do their best to make this a home away from home - but sometimes, it's more the latter than former."


 * Jolenta Kelby drifts a little closer to the bench, twisting a blade of grass in her hands.

Zylaro Elmyer:"It's been a blessing," the half-elf says with another nod. "Everyone has been so patient and understanding..."

Thomas Lazarus:"I'm glad to hear it. I imagine it's no small joy to have weary faces around for them to dote on. It got a little stuffy around here, if I recall. Hmph." He smirks.


 * Jolenta Kelby clings to the bench.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks at jJolenta, and whispers to Thomas. "Is it okay if I pick a few flowers?"


 * Thomas Lazarus nods to Gnogglebolt.

Thomas Lazarus:"Certainly. Just leave a few for the garden and all's well."


 * Dr. Hatari can only assume a church where miraculous life-magic is child's play has some of the most spectacular gardening ever. :o

Thomas Lazarus:"..Anyways.." He kneels down and folds his arms over a knee, "I was rather hoping to ask you a few things today Jolenta - if it doesn't bother you, that is."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks around the grass and carefully plucks a few small ones out, making sure to get their whole stems, as well as a few blades of grass. With deft hands, he then starts twisting them together...

Sister Acosta:Unfortunately, we've yet to topple the churches of Ehlonna and Obad-Hai for the title of best gardens. *fist-shake!* :P

Dr. Hatari:x3Jolenta Kelby:"M... me?"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt simply observes with a soft smile, as his hands continue working on their own.

Thomas Lazarus:"Mm." He nods, and his smile turns a little sad. "..You look happier today than I've ever seen you.. and the last thing I want to do is to go dredging up painful thoughts again."

Thomas Lazarus:"But," He glances down briefly, "I was hoping you might tell us a little bit about your parents."

Gnogglebolt:"But first, a little gift for you?" Gnogglebolt says, finishing hsi work. he fasioned the flowers into a small ring...a flower-crown. He offers it to Jolenta. "Would you like to wear it?"


 * Jolenta Kelby looks at the flower crown a little blankly, then back at Gnogglebolt.

Jolenta Kelby:"Um... th-thanks..."


 * Jolenta Kelby almost seems afraid to touch it, like it would fall apart any second.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt doesn't push her, and just continues smiling.


 * Thomas Lazarus relents for a bit and observes.


 * Jolenta Kelby takes it, fidgets for a second... and then puts it on Gnogglebolt's head.


 * Thomas Lazarus snrks.

Thomas Lazarus:"..It fits, and everything."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt blinks, then laughs his jovial gnommish laugh. "Oh, silly, it was supposed to be for you! Are you sure you want me to wear it?"

Jolenta Kelby:"Y-you made it... you sh-should enjoy it."

Gnogglebolt:He then blinks, and tilts his head for a moment. He then removes the crown and shakes his head. "Oh no. It is a gift! A gift from me to you, because I like making things for other people."

Gnogglebolt:He offers it one more time.


 * Jolenta Kelby shakes her head. "N-no... keep it. It's safer."

Jolenta Kelby:"You won't break it."

Gnogglebolt:Hmm. A block. Wasn't expecting this. Gnogglebolt thinks. He tilts his head quizzically. "Why do you think it would be safer?"

Dr. Hatari:Brb 2 shakes. Gonna grab outfit.

Gnogglebolt:"Aww. You think you would break it? I don't think so. But how about this? Can I put it on your head for you?"

Jolenta Kelby:"..." The girl shakes her head no.

Gnogglebolt:"Well then...how about you just try to hold it? I really don't think it will break, because I spend all my life making things. I know to make them good and strong." he winks. "Besides, you'll never know until you try!" He holds it out one last time.

Jolenta Kelby:"..." The girl clings a little tighter to the bench and looks uncertain.

Gnogglebolt:"Go on. It

Gnogglebolt:"Go on. It's okay, really!"

Zylaro Elmyer:"..." The half-elf clears his throat quietly and leans a little closer to the gnome. "Gnogglebolt... she's still not completely comfortable with people touching her."

TMG:(er, he's not trying to touch her o.o )

TMG:(he's just holding it out for her to take)

Zylaro Elmyer:"It's taken a lot for her to even get close to people... You have to remember... maybe you didn't know... Veinfrost was a shapeshifter."

Gnogglebolt:"...oh..." Gnogglebolt's face falters slightly, but gets his composure back. He sets the crown down on the bench next to Jolenta. "There you go. It's for you, really! It won't break, you already touched it to put it on -my- head anyway." Gnogglebolt smiles in a silly fashion.

Thomas Lazarus:"..." Thomas' gaze remains mostly impassive during the exchange.


 * Jolenta Kelby hesitates... then very, very slowly reaches for it... then snaps it up quicly. She doesn't put it on her head, though; she just twists it nervously in her hands.


 * Thomas Lazarus glances at the grass.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt smiles more sincerely. "There you go. See? Nothing wrong." And he decides to take what small prgress he can and leave it at that.

TMG:(and there goes my plan to subtly find out if she knows already. Ah well. x3 )

Jolenta Kelby:"... I know they're dead. My parents," she murmurs quietly.


 * Thomas Lazarus looks up with a slight sigh. "I'm sorry."

Jolenta Kelby:"It's... okay. I know they're watching out for me."

Thomas Lazarus:"..The truth is, we were actually hoping to find out something else about them."

Jolenta Kelby:"...?"


 * Thomas Lazarus cradles his chin atop his folded arms and watches Jolenta calmly.

Thomas Lazarus:"I'm not sure how to dress the issue up - but I see you've already seen things that make sugar-coating a wasted gesture. So I'll just tell you what happened."

Thomas Lazarus:"..We were concerned for you after the Redtree event.. and couldn't ask you directly about them. Not yet. So we used a bit of magic to try and find your folks for you."

Thomas Lazarus:"I imagine you know what happened in the cave. We saw that. But there was something else we saw, too."

Thomas Lazarus:"A flash. A heavenly brilliance."


 * Jolenta Kelby twists the flower crown a little more at the mention of the cave... then looks up at Thomas. "... You saw my parents?"


 * Thomas Lazarus shakes his head a little. "I'm afraid it's a little hard to describe."

Thomas Lazarus:"Jo - what were they like?"

Jolenta Kelby:"M-Mom always said that there was a bright and shining place good people went to after they died..." She twists the flower crown more.


 * Thomas Lazarus smiles and closes his eyes. "That's true, that's true."

Jolenta Kelby:"..."


 * Thomas Lazarus opens his eyes again. "Were they both with you back there? In that terrible cave?"

Jolenta Kelby:"..." She nods mutely.


 * Thomas Lazarus furrows his brow a bit and glances down.

Jolenta Kelby:"... The white monster... killed them."

Thomas Lazarus:"..We've been trying to decide what the flash we saw means. It's not that easy to figure out."

Jolenta Kelby:"And..." She shudders, clinging even more tightly to the bench. It takes a few moments for her to compose herself and open her eyes again.

Thomas Lazarus:"A friend - the one who cast the magic - seems to think it means you've got a certain something in your family tree."

Gnogglebolt:Gnoggleboolt furrows his brow quizzically, but trusts that Thomas knows what he's doing.


 * Thomas Lazarus is quite cut off by that.

Jolenta Kelby:"... M.... Mom always said that our... an-ancestors were watching over us."


 * Thomas Lazarus pauses, and glances up.

Jolenta Kelby:"M... maybe it was an ancestor that was... already in the bright place?"


 * Thomas Lazarus looks back down and smiles a bit. "You know.. that makes an awful lot of sense to me."

Thomas Lazarus:"It just might be that your mom had a bit of divine blood in her. It could be that you do, too."

Jolenta Kelby:"Div...ine?"

Gnogglebolt:"That bright place that people go when they die that your mom told you about?" Gnogglebolt adds, speaking softly.

Thomas Lazarus:"Hmmm~" he offers a bit of a wry smirk. "That's right."

Gnogglebolt:"There are things that already live there. Beautiful things of light, who fight the darkness."

Gnogglebolt:"Sometimes, they visit here."

Gnogglebolt:"And sometimes, they fall in love...."


 * Thomas Lazarus nods. "As a matter of fact."

Thomas Lazarus:"There's an old rumor that my very own family was borne from such a thing. My father, my sister, and I myself have divine blood, too."


 * Thomas Lazarus offers an easy-going look. "... It's not scary."


 * Jolenta Kelby 's eyes are wide, and she's forgotten all about the flower crown. She looks back and forth between you two.

Jolenta Kelby:"... Really?" she asks quietly.


 * Thomas Lazarus glances to Zylaro and back. "Really."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods as well.

Gnogglebolt:"You have light inside you, Jolenta."


 * Zylaro Elmyer nods.

Thomas Lazarus:"We're the strongest family in the world, you know." He smirks again.

Thomas Lazarus:"..Some day.. you might have some special gifts of your own."

Jolenta Kelby:"...." She seems... awestruck.

Thomas Lazarus:"I just wanted you to know, if that day sneaks up on you... it's nothing to be afraid of." He unfolds his arms and stands slowly. "That's all."

Thomas Lazarus:"Okay?"

Jolenta Kelby:"O.... okay." She actually gives a weak smile.


 * Thomas Lazarus is phased by that. He hesitantly returns the smile. "..Glad to hear it."


 * Thomas Lazarus clears his throat and rests his hands on his hips. He looks to Zylaro. "Well!"


 * Jolenta Kelby looks down at the flower crown, which is looking a little frayed. "... I broke it..."

Jolenta Kelby:She kneels down and starts trying to put the frayed grass and flower stems back in place.

Gnogglebolt:"Aww, it's not bad..here!" Gnogglebolt pulls out another pieces of grass and puts it down near her.

Gnogglebolt:"You want to know how to fix it yourself?" He asks.

Jolenta Kelby:"I... I can fix it. I... I think I can fix it."


 * Thomas Lazarus watches Jolenta for a moment more before addressing the half-elf. He speaks softly, "You know, of course, that you're welcome to stay here for absolutely as long as you like."

Gnogglebolt:"You can! Just slow down, watch." Gnogglebolt pulls out two more flowers and a little more grass, then shows his hands to her. "Watch and do as I do." He starts slowly weaving the plants in his hands together, saying out loud what he does as he's doing it.

Thomas Lazarus:"If the day comes that you find your wanderlust has returned, would you mind writing us every now and then?"

Gnogglebolt:"...and you push the end through that gap, and give it just a little tug...now wind this part around here..."

Zylaro Elmyer:"Of course." He nods, watching the child and gnome out of the corner of his eye. "... Do you have an address where you get your mail?"


 * Jolenta Kelby mimics, fumbling a little... but it's not long before the crown is fixed.

Thomas Lazarus:"This very temple should do just fine. I don't think the archivist will mind sorting my mail away while I travel."

Gnogglebolt:"and pull that last part here...aaand...done! See? All better!" Gnogglebolt smiles widely.


 * Jolenta Kelby takes it and... hesitantly, reaches out and puts it on Gnogglebolt's head.


 * Thomas Lazarus smiles again. A warm, building one, seemingly at nothing. "I think.. my doubts are laid to rest."

Jolenta Kelby:"Th-there. Now I made it, too, and I can give it to you."


 * Thomas Lazarus pats Zylaro's shoulder.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt chuckles. "Awww. I think it would look prettier on you, though...but here." Gnogglebolt takes a few moments and a few more small flowers, and weaves another one in moments, then holds it out to her. "There. Now we both can have one. And I really think it will look pretty on you, too." He says.

Liatai:My current soundtrack: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDKj-emR2-U


 * Jolenta Kelby .... very hesitantly takes it.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglbolt nods approvingly as she does so. "Now go on, put it on!"


 * Jolenta Kelby pauses, looking down at it... then very hesitantly does so.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt gives his softest, yet widest smile yet. "Perfect. Beautiful. The little angel has her halo now."

TMG:(OOC note; I meant to use that line earlier to guage if she already knew, based on her reaction, but eh. x3 )

Dr. Hatari:This worked out alright, I think. :3

TMG:Indeed. :>


 * Jolenta Kelby gives a very small, weak smile.


 * Thomas Lazarus turns away, still smiling.

Thomas Lazarus:"There's some more business I have today. But we'll be around if you need anything. Good fortune, you two."

Zylaro Elmyer:"The same to you twofold... and thank you."


 * Thomas Lazarus waves slightly as he dissapears back into the church.

Dr. Hatari:I should make scarce for work.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods to the child. "Farewell, Jolenta. Sweet dreams, and pleasant days to you." Gnogglebolt nods to Zylaro. "And farewell to you as well, Zylaro."

Dr. Hatari:That was really nice, though. Thanks for the mini. |3

TMG:Indeed. ^^

Liatai:You're very welcome. :3

Dr. Hatari is disconnected.

Liatai:Hopefully sending him off with some warm fuzzies. x3

TMG:Yup. x3

TMG:Anyway... *checks connections for who's still around*


 * Liatai watches a tumbleweed bounce by. >.>

TMG:o.o;;

TMG:Just us? xD

Liatai:Yep. XD

Liatai:Everyone else either had storms, or work, or other stuff.

TMG:...Dang. xD Ah well.

TMG:Up for doing Elwick and Kaerka meetings, or save that for later?

Liatai:Mm.... maybe one of them, in a few minutes. Going to go grab a drink. :3

TMG:sure thing!

Liatai:Are you good for one or two of them? I know your time was limited.

TMG:actually, not so much anymore.

TMG:I earned brownie points by being away so long this morning. x3

TMG:Though, once I'm done here, I'll probably leave again but leave the chat open.

TMG:Just to keep in good graces

TMG:that and what I was doing was reading a book, and it'd be good to finish it (though I'm a fast reader, I'm already more than halfway through)

TMG:Anyway, brb for just a moment.

TMG:back

Liatai:And now I'm back, too.

Liatai:So! Decided which gnome you want to see first? :3

TMG:Oh, visiting Elwick first.

TMG:morning after arriving in Castleton, after the goblins.

TMG:moving token to the arcane district...

Liatai:Hop on over to the arcane district, then -- you beat me to it. x3

Liatai:Give me a few shakes to get into Elwick's head... Go ahead and type up your intro. x3

Gnogglebolt:The morning after visiting the goblins, Gnogglebolt wakes up for the day, and walks through the streets of Castleton. Good to be back in the big city after a week in the wilds, fighting abominations.

Gnogglebolt:Thinking of the huge influx of money the members of the party got after selling off all the unneeded items they had ammassed, Gnogglebolt started to turn his thoughts towards the future.

Gnogglebolt:Still not enough money to establish the school he needed yet, and certainly not the new city, which was still likely years off...but in preparation for this, he needed to solidify any gnome contacts he found as friends.

Gnogglebolt:He'd found two in Castleton. Might as well get started.

Gnogglebolt:He heads to the Arcane district, and finds Elder Elwick's libary, entering through the door and looking around.

Teeny Earth Elemental:The teeny earth elemental who was there last time is still bustling around, and turns its stony face to you for a moment before hustling along with a mountain of books to shelve.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt watches the little thing with interest as it scurries about. "If you're around, that must mean the Elder is..." he turns. "Hello, Elwick!"

Liatai:... good grief Elwick's portrait is so pixellated. XD It looks like something out of a Super NES-era RPG.

Elwick Silverscript:"Gnogglebolt Sparkgear of Mazio!" The elder gnome hops down from the ladder he'd been using to reach a high-up shelf. "Good to see you!"

Elwick Silverscript:"How have you been?"

Teeny Earth Elemental:Scuttle scuttle scuttle work work work :3

Teeny Earth Elemental:Oop, 'scuse me.

Gnogglebolt:"I've been! ..er, well. Could be better, personally, though I have returned triumphant from some quite nasty business."

Gnogglebolt:"Shouldn't pity myself though, the battle was won. It's just, the scars...well..." Gnogglebolt's shoulders loose tension.

Gnogglebolt:"...if you want to hear the story, I should probably start from the beginning. ^^; "

Elwick Silverscript:"Ahh." The elder gnome nods sympathetically. "Give it some time. With a little time and some hard work, you can fix almost any problem, eh?"

Gnogglebolt:"...Not so sure about this one, though I am doing my best..."

Elwick Silverscript:"Let's hear this story, then. Maybe I can help."

Gnogglebolt:"Well, the Vigilant Guardians and I went out to Redtree, pursuing two leads on people associated with necromantic activities, or at least those who were buying people and corpses from the late Granch Redmaw."

Gnogglebolt:"The first we took down easily enough, though he wasn't necromantic, he was using a cockatrice to turn people into statues. We freed most of them, but some are still stone, and we're tracking down someone who sells the antidote we used. That's not the problem, though." Gnogglebolt says, as he switches to his native language.

Elwick Silverscript:"The Vigilant Guardians, that's your adventuring troupe, right?"

Gnogglebolt:"Indeed."


 * Teeny Earth Elemental peers around the stacks. Shhh. I'm totally not eavesdropping on the job. >.>

Gnogglebolt:"Anyway, the second lead was a rogue druid who'd been terrorizing Redtree. We tracked her down to her lair, eliminating her minions as we went, before finally confronting and brining down her."

Gnogglebolt:"But she had a consort. A true fiend. I belive it was called an 'abishai', if such a thing is in one of your books."


 * Elwick Silverscript thinks for a moment... « 1d20+7 = 20 + 7 = 27 »

TMG:*snrk* Don't even need to say it, huh? ;)

Elwick Silverscript:"Ah, yes. One of those Tiamat-spawned devils. Baator natives. I know a fair bit about them."

Liatai:x3Liatai:A fair bit meaning "I can quote the pages in Monsters of Faerun they're from," it seems. :P

Gnogglebolt:"Well...it had captives. People it delighted in torturing and tormenting...we destroyed the fiend, and rescued every captive, but..."

Gnogglebolt:"Now they are living with the scars and memories of what that monster did to them. A child in particular, whom the beast visited his...most depraved acts on."

Gnogglebolt:"I can barely stand to think about it." Gnogglebolt says, rubbing his forehead.

Elwick Silverscript:A flicker of disgust crosses the other gnome's face. "Garl's gold."

Elwick Silverscript:"Now that's a true monster, right there."

Gnogglebolt:"Anyway! telling morbid stories is not why I am here." Gnogglebolt says, trying to change the subject.

Gnogglebolt:"First off, I am returning this..." Gnogglebolt fishes the Giant book out of his backpack.

Gnogglebolt:"And looking for another one. Do you have any books on the elemental languages?" He looks at the Earth elemental flitting about, grinning slightly. "Specifically, Terran?"

Elwick Silverscript:"Is someone watching out for the child? -- Ah! Just in time, too. We just had someone looking for this one."

Elwick Silverscript:"Right this way!"

Gnogglebolt:"Oh yes, and the child is in very good hands. Her family, sadly, is no more, but one of the other captives has adopted her, and they are currently recuperating in the Temple of Pelor."


 * Elwick Silverscript gestures to a few shelves. "Here are the general collection books we have in Terran. Aquan, Ignan, and Auran are around here somewhere... Ah, here we are! Terran primers."

Gnogglebolt:"Excellent!"

Teeny Earth Elemental:My favorite section! :D

Teeny Earth Elemental:... I mean. I'm totally working. >.> 'Scuse me.

TMG:can't wait until I can talk to this little dude ;)

TMG:Ooh, he can even help! xD

TMG:*leanr the language, that is

Liatai:I got what you meant. XD

TMG:...only 4 Int.... >.> Oh, nvm, if it's a familiar, it's smarter. x3

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt takes one of the introductory books, and looks through it.

Gnogglebolt:"Ah, this should be another easy language, based off the robust Dwarven script."

Elwick Silverscript:"A fan of linguistics, I see."

Gnogglebolt:"it's served me well so far, indeed."

Gnogglebolt:"Anyway...there is one more thing I wanted to tell you about, slightly more business-related. Shall we sit down somewhere?"

Elwick Silverscript:"Certainly. Is it something that should be kept under a lid, or is the ground floor of the library all right?"

Gnogglebolt:"Well, if no one understands what we're saying, then it doesn't matter." Gnogglebol winks, looking around.


 * Elwick Silverscript laughs! "Well, you can never be sure! Humans and languages, you know." He taps a shelf on the other side of the aisle that contains books in Gnomish.

Elwick Silverscript:"They're almost like big children. Show them a closed box and they'll do anything they can to find out what's inside." He smiles fondly.

Gnogglebolt:"That they are." Gnogglebolt replies, winking again.


 * Library Patron sneezes.

Gnogglebolt:"So, let us go sit down..."

Elwick Silverscript:"Let's go underground, then. This way!"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt follows Elwick into the libary's basement.

Elwick Silverscript:"You might want to take a few steps back, Gnogglebolt; you're standing on the trap door." It looks like plain stone floor, though...

TMG:(looking at the time, yeah, might have to do Kaerka's meeting later.)

Gnogglebolt:"Ah, apologies."


 * Elwick Silverscript waves a hand and dismisses the illusion on the trap door. "Here we are."

Elwick Silverscript:"Now, what's this business talk?"

Gnogglebolt:Once they're situated, Gnogglebolt begins.


 * Teeny Earth Elemental stands guard on the top floor. >|

Gnogglebolt:"Well, anyway. As you know, I am from Mazio, travelling through Akellon."

Gnogglebolt:"Though I've attached to the Vigilant Guardians group for adventuring, I did come here for two of my own reasons."

Gnogglebolt:"The first is education. I'm hoping to teach the knowledge of steam and clocks here in Akellon. Sometime soon, once I've amassed the funds, I'll open a school."

Gnogglebolt:"My second goal, however, is a bit more long term, and the one that I especially wanted to tell you about."

Elwick Silverscript:"I'm listening..."

Gnogglebolt:"Now, I'm sure this is going to be nothing but young delusional fancy to an elder's ears such as your own--" Gnogglebolt says with a wry grin, "--But I'm determined to try."

Gnogglebolt:"We all know about what happened to our kind here in Akellon. The invasion of the Underdark destroyed Kemmer, the center of Kellonite gnomes. Kemmer's fall led to the smaller communities falling apart, and have left the Kellonite gnomes scattered and dwindling."


 * Elwick Silverscript nods, eyes dark and saddened. "Mm. I know all too well what you're talking about."

Gnogglebolt:"Whether it takes one year or ten...I want to begin construction of a new settlement, to gather our remaining kin in this country." He tilts his head. "Oh?"


 * Elwick Silverscript leans back in his chair. "I remember Kemmer when it was still alive... a city beyond compare. Not even the most complex dwarven ones or Lorellon itself could have held a candle to it." He pauses, then waves a hand. "But you're not here to hear an elder reminisce. Have you heard of the New Kemmer movement?"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt blinks. "The New Kemmer movement? No, I have not...though, I can infer from the name that it means I could have more help, or more to help, than I thought."

Elwick Silverscript:"If I were you, I'd look into it, for certain. Look for younger gnomes; it's really taken a hold on some of them."

Gnogglebolt:"I shall indeed, I shall..."

Gnogglebolt:"In fact, I know of another gnome here in this city. I was going to go talk to her next, in fact...I wonder if she does know about it."

Elwick Silverscript:"Oh? Which one? Maybe I know her."

Gnogglebolt:"Her name is Kaerka, and she is an apprentice to one Master Destraliss..."

Elwick Silverscript:"Ah, Kaerka Windbroom Brightweave. She's been with the Destraliss family for at least three generations."

Gnogglebolt:"Hmm! That is interesting, and quite some dedication..."

Elwick Silverscript:"You already know about her master's idiosyncracies, I hope?"

Gnogglebolt:"Always bring an offering of cheese, yes." Gnogglebolt says with a smirk.

Elwick Silverscript:"Hah, good! Then you're forewarned of one thing. What about the bats and the automations?"

Gnogglebolt:"...those were not mentioned to me, nor did I see any the first time I visited..."

Elwick Silverscript:"Khazum Destraliss lets bats roost in the top of his tower. I think there were... four dire ones up there last time the city told him they were scaring the peasantry?"

Gnogglebolt:"Indeed? Well, I suppose they aren't outright dangerous, or he would have been evicted by now..."

Elwick Silverscript:"His familiar's a bat, too. Little one named Melissa."

Elwick Silverscript:"As for the automations, that's how most people know of him. He makes magical constructs. Not unlike what you Mazians do, but with magic instead of steam and incindigas."

Elwick Silverscript:"Be careful what you sit on; it might be alive if it's in his tower!" Elwick grins.

Gnogglebolt:"Indeed? That I definitely shall have to see....oh, which reminds me! I have seen such a magical automaton before. It was actually a part of our group and left before we formed it officially."

Gnogglebolt:"It was large, and humanoid in build, and I have read a little bit about such constructs before, but this one seemed to be made of a far more complex design, with a muscle-analoge and a wooden shell. It actually used nature magic itself. Barshal, it's name was."

Elwick Silverscript:"Hmmmmmm! How interesting!"

Gnogglebolt:"He said he was created by a group of shamans, up in the mountains. He seemed as intelligent as you or I."

Elwick Silverscript:"I'll have to see if any of my books talk about creatures like that..."

Gnogglebolt:"From what I could gather, he seemed both new and unique."

Gnogglebolt:"If any others like him have been built since, he did not mention it."


 * Elwick Silverscript laughs. "Every time you come in, you bring mysteries with you, Gnogglebolt Sparkgear! You should drop by more often. A puzzle to solve keeps the mind sharp!"

Gnogglebolt:"That it does! And it is high praise from an elder like yourself that I can conjure such mysteries and puzzles." Gnogglebolt says, grinning.

Gnogglebolt:"Anyway, I should probably get going, I have projects to work on, and you a library to oversee..."

Elwick Silverscript:"Ah, right. It's so easy to lose track of time down here."

Elwick Silverscript:"Take care, Gnogglebolt, and chin up! Things will work out one way or the other."

Gnogglebolt:"Thank you! And...yes, I hope so..."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt goes with Elwick back up to the main library, and heads out the door.


 * Teeny Earth Elemental waves. Bye!

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt waves back to the little creature as he passes.

Liatai:And... cut?

TMG:Yup!

TMG:And it's probably too late for both of us to do the Kaerka meeting. ^^;

TMG:We can save that for another day. Perhaps wednesday?

Liatai:Wednesday should work. If not, I'll be around tomorrow, and Tuesday before Cold War.

TMG:also; If your next Akellon game is years in the future

TMG:I imagine Jolenta will be all grown up, and be a powerful ally? ;)

TMG:OOC; Gnogglebolt's earlier suggfestion to Zylaro about having someone train her was 'get class levels' ;)

Liatai:Yes indeed. x3 Who knows, if there are timeskips in this game, it might even be in this one!

Liatai:I know. XD

Liatai:I'm wavering between favored soul and something less expected (though I'm not sure what that would be yet). x3

TMG:So, back to IRC?

Liatai:Sure. -- Aack, I timed out! D:TMG:Oh, shoot, I didn't even realize!

TMG:in that case, meany and ghost are back ^^;

TMG:so, savin' logs?

Liatai:Yep!

TMG:Alrighty!

TMG:back to IRC, though I'll be leaving the comp to go read...

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Dr. Hatari has connected.

Meany has connected.


 * Meany bamfs into existense. =3=

TMG:almost done with foodz

Meany:Sweet. :o

Meany:Also, sorry for the wait.

Dr. Hatari:There have been so many tornado warning sirens this month, we're totally unphased by them. =3=

Meany:Mom was convinced I knew enough about computers to install the drivers on one. :B

Dr. Hatari:Still scares the crap out of the dog, though.

Meany:Had to affirm her that I do not.

Meany:Hatari, yer lucky. =3=

Meany:I'm not certain my area -has- tornado sirens. :B


 * Liatai skids in! "Give me a few more shakes, folks, I'll be right there."

Dr. Hatari:I see mention of a potential future long-term timeskip. Veeery intereeesting. :o

TMG:!!!! Ho man, give me a few minutes folks, important college-related thing came up :O

Meany:O:Meany:Kayness.

Meany:Hatari, where joo see dis?

Dr. Hatari:Just musing brief mentions at the end of the last minisession log. It's not a plan or anything.

Dr. Hatari:I just find myself interested in the idea.

Dr. Hatari:Akellon in 5, maybe 10 years? Where would we be? What would have changed? How would we have? How would our friends? What power bases and social networks would we have consolidated?

Dr. Hatari:It's an interesting thought. |3

Meany:THE CHURCH OF DROW HAS BEEN FORMED.

Meany:ALL POWER TO THE GOLD GIVER.

Meany:*shot*

TMG:Woootz!

TMG:Got a chance to move from waitlist to direct register for a calulus class in the fall semester :D

Meany:O:Dr. Hatari:Oh... oh boy. :P

Meany:Ye won't be so eager once you start.

TMG:Now I just need to make sure I can get physics...

Dr. Hatari:Good for you. :P

TMG:Har har. Actually, It's calculus II

TMG:and I've already tried taking it for the spring.

TMG:and before you say

TMG:i did NOT fail because it was too hard.

TMG:I had to drop because it took me over a month to get the textbook, so I was irrevocably behind in homework and practice

TMG:But I can do it. I understand it.

TMG:I am math-gud. :>


 * Meany has a Calc book from a few years back, yardsales, yay, looked at it, trying to learn some maths. Ended all 'lolnope.'

Dr. Hatari:Hm. I gladly stopped at pre-calc in freshman year.

Dr. Hatari:I certainly do not miss maths.

TMG:*snrk* Yeah, if you're going to learn calculus on your own, you do need to have heroic dedication ^^;

TMG:I love math :D

TMG:Calculus has been truly facinating.

Meany:I smell a dragon. :U

Liatai:I like math well enough, but calculus. D: Calculus is a whole different beast!

TMG:I keep getting epiphanies about just how critical calculus is to our modern life, and what you can do with it.

TMG:It's amazing.

TMG:But yeah, I'm going all the way, to Calc III and Physics III

TMG:need them for engineering.

TMG:Anyway!

TMG:Enough about me and my academic life. x3

TMG:liatai, meany, set for the Ezekiel meeting? or need more time, or are we doing something else?

Liatai:Almost set...

Liatai:« 1d6 = 4 »

Liatai:Okay, I'm good. :3 Needed to know if I should drag out goblin baby tokens.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castleton - Bronze Boot Area'

Sszeyl:Ready, yo.

TMG:whoa, already? :o

TMG:anyway, moving Gnogglebolt token from Arcane district to Bronze Boot...

TMG:So! For records purposes.

TMG:This is sundown of the same day where Gnogglebolt (and later Tathi) went to Z&L's place to visit Sszeyl some undetermined day after the party. have I got that right?

Liatai:Yep.

TMG:Hokay.

Liatai:And also for records purposes, "tomorrow" is the day the young goblins are due.

Meany:Gah.

Meany:Brb.

TMG:Alrighty!

TMG:erp, waiting up.

TMG:actually, give me a few more minutes, too...

TMG:nevermind


 * Meany bamfs into existense. =3=

Meany:I haz icecream now.

TMG:welcome back. :>

TMG:x3Meany:Thankee.

Liatai::3TMG:Yayiceceam!

Meany:iScream for iceCream. =3=

TMG:So! Shall we get this going?

Sszeyl:Less do diss.

Liatai:LEEROOOOOOY -- *brick'd*

TMG:iScream; Apple's line of fetish gear? >.>

TMG:(could not resist, sorry ^^; )

Liatai:XD I... did not expect that from you, Tech.

TMG:^^;;

TMG:Anyway! Let's get this a'rolling...

Sszeyl:LAST TIME ON DRAGONBALL *brick'd*

Dr. Hatari:Wow, I just alt-tabbed from irc to here.

Dr. Hatari:3 brickings in 2 seconds!

Dr. Hatari:Bricks are getting popul--*brick!*

Gnogglebolt:After meeting with Sszeyl and spending the rest of the day with a workshop, Gnogglebolt finished as the sun was sinking in the sky. Not much later, the sun fully goes down.

Liatai:Somebody unplug the brick gun! It's gone haywire! XD

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt heads out into the streets and towards the goblin apartment, keeping an eye out for Sszeyl on the way.


 * Dr. Hatari writes down character background idea. "Mason."

Sszeyl: (( One minute. ))

Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 » Cha check!

Sszeyl: (( =3=;; ))

Sszeyl: (( Was untrained attempt to Gather Information on a new paint shoppe. ))

Liatai:Sszeyl sings badly of the joyful murder of thieves? -- Oh. :B

Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 16 + 4 = 20 » Preform singing check!

Sszeyl:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVKKRzemX_w

Dr. Hatari:I think I'm catching ya'lls storm from yesterday. It's thundering and pouring and howling and the tornado sirens are still screamin'. I'll be surprised if I don't loose power sooner or later. =3=;

Sszeyl: (( Have everyone else been stunned by the impressive Preform check? =3= ))

Liatai:x3Liatai:Gnogglebolt, you likely hear Sszeyl before you see him.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt smirks as he walks in the darkness. "I know that voice..."

Sszeyl:The Drow appears out of a random dark alley. "Not -one- other paint shoppe in this whole city..."

Sszeyl:"I swear that harpy has a monopoly some how. =3="

Gnogglebolt:"I sincerely doubt that." Gnogglebolt quips. "Just gotta look more."

Sszeyl:"If you say so. Shall we?"

Audience:"Indeed

TMG:crap!

TMG:Wrong token! xD

Gnogglebolt:"Indeed."


 * Sszeyl gives the Overzealous Guard the eyelid pull raspberry before ducking into the alleyway."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt heads forward, towards the apartment.

Sszeyl:"Oh, hello guardswoman."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt walks up to the door and knocks.

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Hello?"

Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 11 + 1 = 12 » Cha check!

Sszeyl:For spooky entrance. :U

Gnogglebolt:"Hello Ezekiel, it is I Gnogglebolt!"

Sszeyl:"And moi."

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Come in -- one moment, I'll get the door."

Slat:!!!


 * Slat tries to bury himself in his bedroll. Totally sleeping here, don't come and get me, scary drow. >.>;;;;;

Sszeyl:"...Have times been lean?"

Sszeyl:"You all appear to have lost weight."

Gnogglebolt:"Hello, Ezekiel! My sincere apologies, it took me longer than intended due to my own forgetfulness, but I have brought Sszeyl to meet you to discuss the matter of Drit's hand-speech."

Sszeyl:"And other matters."

Audience:"HAIL LORD PUDGE."

TMG:(that's dosemz, not drit ;) )

Sszeyl: (( Semantics. ))

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Ah, so he did talk to you about what I wanted to see you about. Shall we go elsewhere? Most members of the tribe are settling in for the night."

TMG:(he's in the corner)

Dosemz:I AM NOT LORD PUDGE!!! >:O

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shugs. "That's fine."

Sszeyl:"Thirded."

Dr. Hatari:Those goblin tokens so remind me of Starcraft 1 space marines.

TMG:...really? o.O

TMG:how?

Sszeyl: (( For reference. http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pYwVZwKTIGE/Sx47dgSSeNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/j1QBkIimcKM/s320/changshan.jpg ))

Sszeyl: (( Thar be the present non-attention attracting Sszeyl outfit. ))

Dr. Hatari:Neat. :o

Grapmak:"You be coming back here after?" Seems Grapmak's Common still isn't perfect.

Gnogglebolt:"If you want us to." Gnogglebolt says.

Grapmak:"Need to know if we need to guard the door."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt blinks. "Guard the door? Have there been problems?"

Grapmak:"Never leave the den entrance unguarded."

Sszeyl:"Or the back entrance."


 * Sszeyl mutters about rassafrassing assassins.

Gnogglebolt:"Ah. Well, if you want to guard it while we're gone, that's okay. Quite prudent and cautions of you, in fact. But, if you want us to return after we have finished our conference, we will."

Ezekiel Chirehan:"I think I will be returning, Grapmak, unless you would object. I know this is an important time for your tribe."


 * Grapmak nods. "Hrm. Guards will let you in."

Frozglek:*worg-snore*

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt tilts his head. He's not sure what's going on, but he doesn't ask at the moment.

Meany is disconnected.

Meany has connected.

TMG:welcome back?

Meany:Yo.


 * Ezekiel Chirehan catches the headtilt. "-- Ah, yes. Traki's children are due any day now. The whole tribe is understandably anxious."

Meany:Gnogglebolt: Gnogglebolt tilts his head. He's not sure what's going on, but he doesn't ask at the moment.

Liatai:Nothing else was sent.

TMG:You missed nothing, then.

Sszeyl:"Ah good."

Gnogglebolt:"AH." Gnogglebolt says. "Very well then, shall we go and chat?"

Gnogglebolt:*Ah.

Ezekiel Chirehan:"After you. Shall we go to the Bronze Boot?"

Sszeyl:"I'm up for anywhere...Still need to find a new supply shop."

Sszeyl:"Coming?"

Sszeyl:"Hello again, Guardswoman."

Gnogglebolt:"Gnogglebolt nods. "A good choice!" He starts heading out the door.

Carpenter:Oi! Bloody drow phased through the walls of my shop! >:O


 * Sszeyl gives the overzealous guard the eyelid pull raspberry again.

Overzealous Guard:Insubordination! >:O

Thomas Lazarus:While Thomas could be here in the timeline, he is not. Disregard the doofy looking templar in the streets. =3=

Sszeyl: (( S'what you get when you're the guard on site for an elf-fight. =3= ))

Liatai:Gnogglebolt, are you going to keep spying through the window, or...? :P

TMG:sorry ^^;

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:"Good evening! Can I get you three anything?"

Sszeyl:"What sandwhiches do you carry?"

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Nothing for me, thank you, Cyrroli."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt smiles as he sees the now-familiar barmaid, and orders a light salad in her own native tongue, with his now-improved fluency in it.

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:"What kind of sandwich are you looking for?"

Gnogglebolt:"Oh, you know her!" Gnogglebolt says. "Small city, it seems."

Ezekiel Chirehan:"I was quite the regular here during my student days," the anthropologist says with a small shrug and a smile.

Sszeyl:"There was this one sandwhich some halflings from the visiting caravan made...Very large. I was wondering if you had something smaller...Gnogglebolt, Ezekiel, do you know the proper name for such a sandwhich?"

Ezekiel Chirehan:"For a student on a limited budget, the large portions were a godsend -- a very large sandwich?"

Sszeyl:"Easily ten feet long."


 * Audience smirks at the student reference. Uuu, pocket change lunches.. x3

Ezekiel Chirehan:"What was in it?"

Sszeyl:"Some pale type of sliced meat, white and yellow cheeses, and a green leafy substance...umm, lettuce I think the name is."

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:"I'm sure we can whip something like that up. Any particular kind of meat you want? We got a nice bunch of chickens from the merchant down the street earlier today."

Sszeyl:"Ooh, that would be lovely."

Sszeyl:"Thank you. :3"

Sstheric:*picks lizardly teeth wth a feather :3 *

Audience:Alas, audience chicken. We hardly knew ye.

Gnogglebolt:"Hey, you look different..." (OOC ;P )

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:"I'll be right back with your orders!"

Gnogglebolt:"Aaanyway..."

Meany is disconnected.

Meany is disconnected.


 * Ezekiel Chirehan watches the halfling go, then clears his throat and folds his hands. "I take it Gnogglebolt has told you what I wanted to discuss with you, Sszeyl?"

Liatai:Oh dangit. :/

TMG:was about to post a line myself. x3

Liatai:Aah, go ahead and post the line. We'll copy it to Meany when he returns.

Gnogglebolt:"I do assume you're fine with this conversation taking place in a public place, Sszeyl."

Meany has connected.

Liatai:* Ezekiel Chirehan watches the halfling go, then clears his throat and folds his hands. "I take it Gnogglebolt has told you what I wanted to discuss with you, Sszeyl?" Liatai: Oh dangit. :/ TMG: was about to post a line myself. x3 Liatai: Aah, go ahead and post the line. We'll copy it to Meany when he returns. Gnogglebolt: "I do assume you're fine with this conversation taking place in a public place, Sszeyl."

Meany:Cheery Halfling Barmaid: "I'll be right back with your orders!"

TMG:yeah, only thing not there is Gnogglebiolt saying "Anyway" x3

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TMG:Oy vey. x_x

Liatai:^^;

Meany has connected.

TMG:connection issue, or something else?

Liatai:Be right back, going to let the dog out.

Meany:No idea.

Meany:"Preferably when this locale is seeing more business. But yes, this works." Sszeyl: "And Gnogglebolt erroneous...erronous..." Sszeyl: "What is that word, again?"

TMG:...huh? Those lines don't quite make sense...

TMG:oh, wait, nvm.

TMG:Got it.

Meany:Responses to what gnogglebolt said.

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Erroneously?"

Sszeyl:"Thank you."

Sszeyl:"Erroneously made the claim you could not learn the language yourself. However, this loophole was only discovered after examining the Drow laws surrounding the subject, so it is an excuseable circumstance."

Sszeyl:"There -are- some strings attached to the process though."


 * Ezekiel Chirehan leans forward. "By all means, explain. The last thing I want to do is step on your cultural toes, you understand."

Gnogglebolt:"Which, I will note, one of your associates seemed to think was unecessary anyway. But, you're the boss at the moment."

Sszeyl:"Rhylinar is a civialian in this, not a voice of the government."

Sszeyl:"Oh, thank you."

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:Orders are dropped off. Sszeyl, you have recieved a simple chicken, lettuce, cheese, and tomato sandwich.

Sszeyl:OM NOM NOM,


 * Audience snitches ethereally. :d

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt begins to eat the salad he ordered, though interjects another comment. "By the way, if I understand correctly, Sszeyl can teach you the ettiquete and swear you into secrecy properly about the language essentially free. It'

Gnogglebolt:It's actually allowing you to learn it that contains the additional 'strings'."

Ezekiel Chirehan:"I'm listening..."

Sszeyl:"You would need to nominally enroll yourself to either I, or some other non-hostile Drow's service as a slave. Then, by Drow law, you are no longer sentient, and your nominal owner may waste his or her time trying to teach you the hand language."

Sszeyl:"Perhaps assign you a passport tattoo to visit our city. Though, it is not at all safe for you to go alone."

Gnogglebolt:"I was afraid it would seem rather steep. Though, there is one secondary benefit--ah, yes, that."

Gnogglebolt:"Sszeyl, you have no sense of proper buildup and breaking it to one easy." Gnogglebolt says cheekily, eating another mouthful of salad.

Ezekiel Chirehan:"As a... slave?" The anthropologist leans back, not quite looking comfortable with that idea.

Sszeyl:"I'm too young for flowery maze-speak, Gnogglebolt. :P"

Sszeyl:"Nominally. That means 'in name only' in this language, right?"

Sszeyl:"Can never be certain. :/"

Gnogglebolt:"As far as I can tell, nothing really changes." Gnogglebolt offers. "You're both still aboveground, and Sszeyl doesn't really have the time to seriously 'keep' you, so it would basically all be on paper as far as I can tell."

Gnogglebolt:"Though, I suppose if any other drow come around asking for -proof-, well, I'm not sure what happens then."

Sszeyl:"That's one of the strings."

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Nor am I... elven cultures are not one of my foci."

Sszeyl:"You would need to keep a token or a signet ring with my mark. I can provide the funds for it."

Gnogglebolt:"Is ther any specific behavior or such that would be demanded, Sszeyl? Best get that out on the table if it exists."

Sszeyl:"You would be asked not to look the drow in the eye unless I had a written command for you to do so. And you would be ignored for the most part unless some drow had issue, or a command for you. Which they would need to address me for permission for, anyway."

Sszeyl:"Which I would not give."

Sszeyl:"There's actually a good reason for that."

Gnogglebolt:"Doesn't seem so bad. However, there is also one additional bright side Sszeyl blurted out. "Gnogglebolt says to Sszeyl, then addresses Ezekiel.

Sszeyl:"But, a story for another time."

Gnogglebolt:"Apparently, you can opt to have a 'passport tattoo'. As far as I understand, this would allow you to actually visit the city of Ezzebek freely."

Ezekiel Chirehan:"... I must say, the idea of being owned, even if in name only, doesn't sit very well with me. But... is that the only way?"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt doesn't speak in a whisper, but he is keeping his voice from raising too loud.

Sszeyl:"Or, you could learn via observation, without input from either I, any other drow, or the goblins to help you."

Sszeyl:"Drow laws do not account for human powers of merely watching, it seems."

Sszeyl:Nom.


 * Ezekiel Chirehan tilts his head, considering.

Ezekiel Chirehan:"I will need to consider this more... It doesn't sound like something to jump into on a snap decision."

Sszeyl:"Feel free."

Sszeyl:"I'll be stopping by in Castleton every weekend or so."

Gnogglebolt:"You'll probably have to chat more too, so you're informed of any and every possible circumstance and implication."

Sszeyl:"However, in a few months, I'll be leaving for the Capitol."


 * Ezekiel Chirehan nods. "And I will certainly need to study the available research on drow culture, as well."

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Granted... most of it is over a hundred years old."

Sszeyl:"Then most of it will be inapplicable, I'm afraid."

Sszeyl:"Lolthian Drow law and Orgolloyss Drow law are two different beasts."

Sszeyl:Om nom.

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Hmm..."


 * Sszeyl rattles off an address.

Sszeyl:"That's the locale of a Sir Ebonwood. He's a half-elf who himself has a passport tattoo, and trades within Ezzebek often."

Sszeyl: (( Locale having the meaning of shop. ))

Ezekiel Chirehan:"One moment..." The anthropologist takes a beaten notebook out of his pocket, flips most of the way to the back, and takes out a pen. "Could you repeat that address?"


 * Sszeyl repeats.


 * Ezekiel Chirehan writes, then repeats it back to make sure it's right.

Sszeyl:"That is correct."

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Thank you. I'll see if I can't stop in at some point when I'm making a supply run for the Swiftaxes."


 * Sszeyl plants a platinum piece on the table once his food is done.

Sszeyl:"So, once you've thought a bit, give me your final say."

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:"All done? I'll get your change."

Sszeyl:"That's okay. Feel free to keep it. :3"

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:"No way, this is waaaaay too much."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt glances down at the platinum piece on the table. He looks at Sszeyl. "Now you're just trying to show me up." He smirks.

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Do you have a running tab here, Sszeyl? Maybe it could be applied toward that."

Sszeyl:"I don't think so. =3=;;"

Sszeyl:"What's a tab?"

Gnogglebolt:"You know, I might as well do that myself."

Gnogglebolt:"Oh, you leave your money here, and the extra is counted towards any future meals, so you don't have to pay then."

Audience:Meanwhile, Sstheric's eyes go all dollar-signy. $_$

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:"I think your templar friend has one."

Gnogglebolt:"He does indeed."

Sstheric:I smell platinum... $_$

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt puts a platinum piece of his own on the table. "Put that towards my tab, too."

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:"All right! Wait here just one minute, I'll get registers from Sstheric for both of you."

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:"Here you go! Names?"

Gnogglebolt:"Gnogglebolt SParkgear!"

Gnogglebolt:"Without the capitalized P."

TMG:xPCheery Halfling Barmaid:"Just the two?"

Gnogglebolt:"Oh, Of course." Gnogglebolt chuckles.

Sszeyl:"I will never understand that list of names you aim to earn."

Gnogglebolt:"Gnogglebolt Steelworm Ratchetrod Kaldan Virkoth Sparkgear."

Sszeyl:"Steelworm. Really?"

Gnogglebolt:And he sticks his tongue out at Sszeyl. "It's one of the cornerstones of the culture of my kind. I wouldn't expect a tall-legs like you to understand."


 * Cheery Halfling Barmaid writes it down. "Kaldan... Virkoth... Sparkgear! And you?" she says, looking to Sszeyl.

Sszeyl:"Sszeyl of Orgolloyss."

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:"Er... could you spell that for me, please?" ^^;

Sszeyl:"S-s-z-e-y-l. O-r-g-o-l-l-o-y-s-s."


 * Cheery Halfling Barmaid writes it down, then hands you each a piece of paper. "Here you go! This is your copy, so you can keep track of your tab. We keep the other copy here. I've already put your platinums on it and deducted the cost of your meals, so you should be good to go. Just make sure you don't lose them!"

Gnogglebolt:"Of course!" Gnogglebolt tucks it into his pack.

Sszeyl:"Aye."

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:"Have a good night!"

Sszeyl:"You too."

Gnogglebolt:"And to you as well!"

Ezekiel Chirehan:"You are now officially regulars," the anthropologist says with a chuckle.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt gets up and heads outside with the two.

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Ah, yes. Sszeyl, is there a way I can contact you when I've made my decision?"

Audience:Sszeyl makes like Leon S. Kennedy and crashes through the window with a dramatic kneeling pose.

Audience:The standard martial artist exit.

Sszeyl:"Ask for the Mustering Cave hunting lodge's location, or stop by that address I gave you on the weekends."

Liatai:"So that we don't have to go fourteen-plus sessions between asking and conversation again. =3=" *brick'd!*

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Very well. Thank you for coming to talk to me about this, Sszeyl."

Sszeyl:"Thank you for not throwing heavy objects at me. =3="

Ezekiel Chirehan:I'm a wizard with 9 Strength, I couldn't if I wanted to -- I mean. :P

Ezekiel Chirehan:"... I wish I could say I was surprised that you're used to humans throwing things at you..." >.>;

Ezekiel Chirehan:"In any case, I should go back to the Swiftaxe den. Are either of you coming along?"

Sszeyl:"I assume I will be needed for translating."

Gnogglebolt:"I was actually going to head back to where I've been staying, didn't they only say you could return?"


 * Ezekiel Chirehan waves a dismissive hand. "No translating to be done tonight, I hope. And if so, Slat and Grapmak can assist."

Sszeyl:"Very well then."

Sszeyl:UP UP AND AWAY

Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 5 + 1 = 6 » Cha check!

Sszeyl:T3T

Ezekiel Chirehan:"Have a good night, then."

Sszeyl:No paint shoppe for me.

TMG:Hmm. A Q.

TMG:...or rather, just me rambling. :B

TMG:I was having the thought of another quick mini-session, about Gnogglebolt and Barbarus pitching together to get a simple premesis for the Vigilant Guardians. Workshop space, plus whatever Barbarus needed, plus rooms and beds for the members. Our initial castleton home base.

TMG:Then I thought that probably wouldn't need to be roleplayed out.

Dr. Hatari:Can we.. can we have a jungle gym? =3=

TMG:Then I wondered if we would actually start the next game the morning after all the drunk Guardians were dragged back to Castleton, and we take care of that then (either way, it should be on that date)

Liatai:It wouldn't need to be roleplayed out, but a map-building session may be in order. :3

TMG:But then that probably wouldn't work, unless we did that then skipped to the end of the week after all these post-party minisessions.

TMG:However, one way or another, one note I do want to make.

TMG:All the drunk guardians WERE dumped in the same inn by Gnogglebolt and Barbarus.

TMG:So when they all wake up in the morning with hangovers.

TMG:Gnogglebolt's there to play a copper-piece kazoo. Loudly. And off-key. :3

Dr. Hatari:Haha. It wasn't that bad.

Dr. Hatari:Hell Miron didn't even get buzzed.

Liatai:x3TMG:Hmph. :P

Liatai:It was just Thomas and Elros, really. :P

TMG:ANyway! if we're not doing that now...

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 * Thomas Lazarus is entitled to a bit of fun and games at parties. It was for the karma!

TMG:shall we do Gnogglebolt/Kaerka meeting? and is that the last session of this marathon?

Thomas Lazarus:"I don't know who keeps going around saying we're chaste and dry. =3="

Liatai:x3Liatai:Hmmm. Meany, how's your processing power?

Liatai:And Hatari, did you want to play out anything at the Mace?

Meany:Halved.

Dr. Hatari:It had crossed my mind, yes. I'll just need to mind the time. I'll need to leave for work in a little less than an hour again.

Meany:I have to go look for a book.


 * Dr. Hatari has been distracted with logs. ^^;

Meany:That I have not a clue to the location of. :U

Liatai:Oof! Maybe not the Mace, then. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:Indeed. I feel torn.

Liatai:All right. Tech, we can play out Kaerka's conversation, and then, perhaps, Meany, I have one question. Would Sszeyl be returning to the Z&L house after his meeting wth Ezekiel?

Meany:After such another horrible fail at finding a new paint shoppe sure.

Meany:And to warn Zai about the anthropoligist coming to study his alias. =3=

Dr. Hatari:House of prestidigitations? =3=

Meany:U mad, half-drow? =3=

Liatai:Then there's a mini-session that needs sessioning there.

Dr. Hatari:Cease this session and let the cessation of the newest session cease. =3= *double brick!*

Liatai::BLiatai:Agreed!

TMG:*snrk*

Liatai:Who first?

TMG:So, is Meany going to go firstor me?

TMG:I'm thinking he can go first, just for less time jumps. x3

Liatai:Is he here? Meeeeeany. :B

Liatai:... I take that as a no. :B

TMG:eh, ah well.

TMG:Okay then! For records.

Dr. Hatari:Oh. Did we do exp?

Dr. Hatari:Or noms?

Liatai:... no. ^^;

TMG:Going back in time, morning after return to Castleton, a week before the party, and just after Gnogglebolt leaves Elwick's library.

Meany:*brick*

Dr. Hatari:Okay. :o

Meany:Gotta search for books. :U

Liatai:I'll get those to you guys before I leave on Thursday. I'll put them on the Swap. x3

Liatai:Okay, we'll play out Tech's mini-session, then, and do yours when you get back if you've got the mental processing power.

Meany:http://chzragecomics.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/rage-comics-untitled.jpg

TMG:right then. Should I move Gnogglebolt to a different map?

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Liatai:Nope! Look north on the Boot map.

Liatai:That part of town is apparently the place where all the random NPCs without mapped homes hang out when they need mini-sessions. :P

Liatai:Just imagine a tower. x3

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TMG:Righto. x3

TMG:hunk of cheese, 1 sp.

Liatai:x3!

TMG:Right, I'm ready.

Liatai:Good call. XD

Liatai:Take it away!

Gnogglebolt:After leaving Elwick's library, Gnogglebolt makes a pass through the market district, where he purchases a wedge of high-quality cheese for 2 sp. After that, he doubles back, and finds the tower he sought out before, in his investigation of the Castleton Necromancers.

Gnogglebolt:He acends the tower, and knocks on the trapdoor from before. (er...was it like that? I kinda can't remember :B )

Liatai:Just knock on the door to the tower. :P

Gnogglebolt:Okay, he approaches the tower, and knocks on the main door.

Master Destraliss:"Did you bring any cheese?" a voice calls out -- you'd think it was a prerecorded magic mouth or something.

Gnogglebolt:"I did!" Gnogglebolt calls back.

Kaerka:The door opens, and the gnome from before looks out, holding a broom. "Hello." She tilts her head a little, recognizing you. "Here to see Master Destraliss again?"

Gnogglebolt:"Actually, no." Gnogglebolt says, with a polite smile. "I would actually like to speak with you for a little while, if that's all right."

Kaerka:"With... me?" She blinks, looking a little uncertain, then holds the door open. "... Why?"

Gnogglebolt:"Oh, that would be exactly the entire story I want to tell you." Gnogglebolt says. "May I come in and sit down?"

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Meany:So.

Meany:My linking a comic sent me away, hmm? =3=

Meany:Also.

Gnogglebolt:"Suffice to say, I do not remember if I mentioned this before, but I am from Mazio. I'm here in Akellon on a bit of a personal mission, you see."

Meany:Couldn't find the book, so making late night hamburgers.

Meany:=3=

Kaerka:"Certainly... watch out for the rug. It doesn't like its flowers to be stepped on." Still looking hesitant, she gestures toward the tower's interior.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt bows to her, and enters the tower, being mindful of the rug as she said. As he found a stool to sit down on, he...made sure to give it a poke first?"

TMG:erp, remove quote

Rug:Smart gnome.

Stool:The stool, however, is quite inanimate.

Gnogglebolt:He does, however, also nudge the edge of the rug with his foot as he passes.

Rug:Did it... did it just move?

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt grins knowingly for a moment, then sits down and turns to Kaerka, and begins talking after she has sat down as well.

Kaerka:"It normally stays in Master's study, but I was mopping the floor in there earlier today..." She does sit, a bit distantly from Gnogglebolt.

Gnogglebolt:"Facinating thing, indeed..." He faces her. "As I was saying, I am from Mazio, and I am here in Castleton for a reason."

Gnogglebolt:"And...I apoligize if I am being too forthright about this potentially sensitive subject, but I've researched the fall of Kemmer here. We cog gnomes in Mazio have remained thriving, primarily because we did not happen to get caught in that underdark war." Gnogglebolt's tone and expression is not proud or boastful, but solemn.


 * Meany cooks 2.5 inch thick slabs of hamburger. =3=

Gnogglebolt:"And yet, for all we have, I haven't seen any true effort of any of my countrymen to emigrate here to aid out Kellonite kin."

Gnogglebolt:"Miss Kaerka, have you heard of the 'New Kemmer' movement?"


 * Liatai drools. :d

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TMG:we are

TMG:just waiting on an IC responce

TMG:welcome, btw. x3

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Kaerka:"... Mister Sparkgear, I'm sure you're very nice," she says, fiddling with the end of her broom, "but my family and my work come first. I don't want to go to any New Kemmer, or be part of any attempt to 'rebuild the population,' like I've told people before. Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

Dr. Hatari:Oh wow this is painful. x3

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt blinks. "Erm, nothing like that. I was actually hoping you might be able to tell me about this movement. I only just learned about it myself today. I haven't even really set any plans into place yet, partially because I am undertaking various life-risking job,s and I'm not sure I'll even live long enough to really start this. Currently, all I'm trying to do is find and contact as many Kellonite gnomes as I can, and gather information."

Gnogglebolt:"I'm not trying to force you to go anywhere, there's nowhere even to 'go to' yet."

Gnogglebolt:"Just trying to make friends and get information, that's all."

Kaerka:"... Oh?" She laughs nervously, blushing a little. "... Really? That's it?"

Kaerka:"So what you said earlier wasn't...?"

Gnogglebolt:"Really. And...erm...if it isn't too bold of me, I am worried that your comment seemed to suggest you'd been approached before on more, erm, procreative manners, which just horrifies me to even think." He says.

Gnogglebolt:*matters before

Meany:Gnoggle: "MARRY ME."

Meany:*bricked*

Gnogglebolt:"I assure you, I have no such interests or desires on that subject."

Kaerka:"You could say that..." She chuckles, blushing a little deeper. "Usually when a new young gnome in town comes here and says they want to talk about the New Kemmer movement, they're either hitting on me or trying to get me to go to some exclusive convent. I thought... I thought you were one of those. I'm sorry."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt frowns. "Oh dear. I came here hoping I could learn about a movement that would be allies I didn't know I had, but what you say is not reassuring at all...what more can you tell me about the movement itself?"

Kaerka:"Um... not much. It changes depending on who you talk to. Everyone has different ideas about it. It's a movement toward making a new homeland for gnome-kind... though nobody seems to agree on how to do it. I think the last one to talk about it with me left some fliers, if you want to look... There's not much in them, though."

Gnogglebolt:"Any information, however small, is appreciated."

Kaerka:"One moment." She gets up and walks off toward another room.

TMG:(also; where. Another snafu that wasn't as catastrophic as expected! ^_^ )

Rug:*shuffle shuffle*

TMG:*whew

Dr. Hatari:You better believe the peanut gallery was snickering blood until it was cleared up, though.

TMG::[Dr. Hatari:xBKaerka:The pink-haired gnome returns with a flier. "Sorry they're a little torn... the guy who had them stepped on the flowers."

TMG:(teasin' x3 )

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks over at the floor. "One rough rug, then." He says with a slight grin.

Rug:You betcha.

Gnogglebolt:He accepts the flier and looks through it.

Meany:Om nom burger.

Liatai:It's rather sparse with details. An attempt to gather a meeting that took place a month ago, by the listed date and time, at the Blue Fish tavern in the arcane district. The font is very nice, though.

Dr. Hatari:(Oh yes, tech. I remember a while ago there was talk of a wizard/etc having an 'item familiar'. Does that ring any bells with you? Could you tell me where you saw that concept/feat/alternate rule/whatever it is? I would ask in irc ... but ... you know.)

TMG:(Not sure about item familiar, but you may be thinking about a weapon familiar.)

TMG:(That, however, is a racial substitution level for warforged artificers only)

Dr. Hatari:(Well shit. Thanks anyways. ^^;)

Meany:Hatari, you're up after this, right? =3=

Gnogglebolt:"Hmm." Gnogglebolt hums as he looks through the flier. An attempt at gathering a meeting? "Do you know anything about this meeting that was supposed to occur? Did it?"

Kaerka:"Not really. The guy didn't get many words out."

Gnogglebolt:"Hrm. I see." Gnogglebolt says, rubbing his chin.

Dr. Hatari:I'm afraid not Meany. I'm leaving in a few minutes.

Dr. Hatari:Unless you also count "in 5 hours after work".

Gnogglebolt:He stands up. "Well, thank you for speaking with me, Miss Kaerka, and my sincere apologies for making you think my intentions were impure."

Meany:Dang. =3=

Meany:Seeya, though.

Meany:Endure the cookies!

Gnogglebolt:"I would, however, like to visit in the future as I go through the steps and phases of my plan. Is that okay?"

Kaerka:"As long as you keep the master posted on your pursuit of the Blackskulls, it should be."

Kaerka:"He's been very interested in your progress."

Gnogglebolt:"Hmm? Oh! I don't know if you heard, but we did have some progress with that."

Gnogglebolt:"We managed to bring the Spindlethorns to justice."

Gnogglebolt:"In fact, I have only just returned from a tangentially connected, but equally horrible endeavor."

Gnogglebolt:"We tracked down a witch who was supplied by the same bugbear that was supplying the Spindlethorns. Now that we're back in castleton, we may go after another buyer, or refocus on the Blackskulls again."


 * Dr. Hatari heads off for work. Wave.

Gnogglebolt:"Adter some rest, of course. This most recent venture was...taxing."

Meany:Seeya!

Kaerka:She dutifully listens, seeming to copy your words down in her memory, then nods. "If you do decide to keep looking for them, let us know. The master's magic might be able to help you."

TMG:buhbye!

Meany:Adter?

Liatai:Bye!

TMG:After.

Meany:Our.

Meany:Work is.

Meany:Never.

Meany:Over.

Gnogglebolt:"I will be sure to do that." Gnogglebolt smiles. "Farewell, Miss Kaerka."

Kaerka:"Farewell."

Meany:AND ON THAT DAY, A FANGIRL WAS BORNE.

Meany:Borne. Jason Borne.

TMG:Pfffffft. xD

TMG:So...that is done!

Liatai:Okay! Meany, how's your focusing ability?

Meany:Burger enhanced. =3=

TMG:I -could- have asked Kaerka if she knew of any New Kemmerists still in castleton, but I think I've had enough minisessions. ^^;

Meany:Yourself?

Liatai:Ready to go. :3

Meany:Okaythen.

Meany:What we doing, again? =3=

TMG:(though, I still do need to make a bunch of crafting checks.)

Liatai:Returning to Zairith and Lethiriss' place after the meeting with Ezekiel. x3

Sszeyl:Ker-knock. ;U

Lethiriss:"Who issss it?"

Sszeyl:"Spring-heeled Jack. =3= Nah, it's me, Sszeyl."


 * Lethiriss opens the door! :3

TMG:*ker-time-warp!*

Sszeyl:"Howdy."

Sszeyl: (( also. ))

Sszeyl: (( This is the first time Tech is audiencing a ZLR mini session. ))

Liatai:Second.

Sszeyl: (( While not having an Audience Snake. ))

Liatai:Remember? He was the audience snake. x3

Liatai:Ohhhhhh. x3

Sszeyl:"Hello hello hello. =3="

Sszeyl:"What's all this, then?"

Lethiriss:"Your meeting went well, I trussst? There issss sssstill a baked potato or two left if you want ssssome."

Sszeyl:"Ooh, neat."

Sszeyl:"Also, yes. In that he didn't scream like a little girl at the mere -prospect- of it."

Sszeyl:"These surface dwellers don't seem to see any honour in being someting less than a main character."

Rhylinar:"Speaking of which. I need to talk to you." The rogue is leaning in a conveniently shadowed corner, eyeshine glimmering fainly in the light of the stove. "Though if you want dinner first, I can wait."

Sszeyl:"No no. Talk comes before consumption."

Sszeyl:"Really should have remembered that before drinking all that wine. =3="

Rhylinar:"If you're sure." He pushes away from the wall, turning to face you. He's not smiling.

Rhylinar:"When are you planning to wake up?"

Sszeyl:"...That's one of those trick question things, isn't it?"

Rhylinar:"Rhetorical, I think's the word you're looking for. But that's beside the point."


 * Sszeyl gives LiNeer another sling bullet to play with. "Then what is the point?"

Rhylinar:"Where do you get off acting like you've still got Orgolloyss' backing?" The rogue's tone is dangerously low.

Sszeyl:"Because not once, and I did check, and had Tebryn, and Zairith check as well, does the word 'explusion' 'exile' or 'discharge' appear in my formal commission papers."

Sszeyl:"You know the Order. I would not willingly be a part of them right now if I could help it."

TMG:(wheee, niave fool! xD )

Rhylinar:"Of course they didn't," he snorts. "That's not how the Order does things."

Rhylinar:"Then why do you keep clinging to that name like a blanket?"

Sszeyl:"...I do not have much a choice, you know that."

Sszeyl:"I could abandon the name, and then what? Betray the ideals that resulted in this situation?"

Rhylinar:"You have all the choice in the world. You just don't get it, do you?" Rhylinar fires back.

Rhylinar:"The Order's washed its hands of you. They gave you a death sentence, and you're still holding their banner high!"

Sszeyl:"And phrased it so that I could not claim to -have- died without leaving them in peace. Either way, the game is rigged to their favor."

Rhylinar:"They don't care a fly's wing whether you're alive or dead. They're not the first to have sent people to the surface they didn't want to deal with. Not by a long shot. Wake up. You're not in Ezzebek anymore. The Order doesn't have a grip here."

Zairith:"Rhylinar --"

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 8 + 2 = 10 » Wis check!

Rhylinar:"Shut it, Zai. The kid needs to hear it."

Sszeyl:Sszeyl arches a brow.

Rhylinar:"There's a time for pussyfooting around, and a time for laying it flat out."

Sszeyl:"No, I am not. I should technically be in the capitol studying the human nation as per my itenerary. But I don't think that's what you mean."

Rhylinar:"That 'itinerary' is just a convenient excuse to put you off your guard."

TMG:(afk, but leaving this open)

Sszeyl: (( Seeya. :o ))

Rhylinar:"Helvirahel used to do it all the time. Send a problem child to the surface to 'find out more about the elves,' only to surround them with assassins and slice them open just as soon as they left the gates of Ezzebek. Hell, the only reason you're still talking is because Zairith took a risk to bring you here."

Sszeyl:"And we are so few we do not have scores of assassins anymore with which to do such things. They are better used for -actual- threats. But I see your point."

Rhylinar:"You think the Order doesn't?"

Rhylinar:"The first thing they did was ally with House Helvirahel."

Sszeyl:"I have walked the halls of the Den of Monsters."

Sszeyl:"The echos resound for hours."

Rhylinar:"A good assassin, you never see."

Sszeyl:"Very true."

Sszeyl:"And your point seems to boil down thusly."

Sszeyl:"And I paraphrase: 'The government has given you an impossible task, for the soul purpose of seeing you dead, abandon them and live your life as you choose.' Am I wrong?"

Rhylinar:"That's the long and short of it. But if you don't believe me, catch."

Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 6 + 1 = 7 » Dex check!

Sszeyl:=3=;;

Rhylinar:Revenge for the thesaurus incident? Who knows?

Rhylinar:But a rolled-up scroll is flying toward you.

Rhylinar:"The reason we were late to the party."

Sszeyl:Le read.

Liatai:It looks to be a warrant. Written in Elven, it calls for the death of one Zairith of Aleanlyl, suspected ally of known fugitive and criminal Sszeyl (formerly of Orgolloyss), for assisting in the escape of a wanted criminal, smuggling, and a good number of other charges. It doesn't look like an Orgolloyss warrant, but it is signed by Yazagh of Orgolloyss and stamped with his personal seal.

Sszeyl:"One of two conclusions can be drawn from this."

Sszeyl:"One, you are correct and this is proof that I should change my allegiance."

Sszeyl:"Or two, Yazagh has defied Zilvudar, or worse. Replaced him as Monstrosity."

Sszeyl:"Neither is a good omen."

Rhylinar:"Yazagh handles all connections with House Helvirahel," Rhylinar says, nodding to the parchment. "That's a Helvirahel death warrant."

Rhylinar:"Luckily, we've dealt with Helvirahel assassins in the past. Ain't that right, Zai?"

Zairith:"Hmph. Now you are getting too far into matters that should not be spoken of."

TMG:(back)

Sszeyl:"What does Tebryn say on it?"

TMG:(daaaaaamn. o.o )

Sszeyl: (( You mean dayum." ))

Rhylinar:"If we're lucky, they haven't issued one for Tebryn yet."

Sszeyl:"And that is that? He is to be left behind?"

Rhylinar:"He's a quick one. He might be able to scrape out of this. Now, nobody said that."

Sszeyl:"If Yazagh has ascended, he will burn all the trappings of the old world away."

Rhylinar:"There's a chance. But it means another risk on our part."

Sszeyl:"And that includes known associates of thorns in his side."

Rhylinar:"My Raiders."

Sszeyl:"Your...raiders?"

Rhylinar:"I see that look," he says over your shoulder to Zairith. "This one's my secret to tell."

Rhylinar:"How well do you know your war history, kid?"

Sszeyl:"I do not. As a border guard, it was not in my purview to learn what had happened before."

Rhylinar:"Ever heard the term 'sunsight' or 'sun-baked' before?"

Sszeyl:"No."

Rhylinar:"Then they really did try to burn the past."

Rhylinar:"Right. Lesson time. A story of centuries made short. You know why you have those sun lenses, at least, right?"

Sszeyl:"A relic from war with the surface breeds of elf."

Sszeyl:"Needed to safely see during the daylight hours."

Rhylinar:"That's not necessarily true. There are those who spend enough time on the surface that their eyes start to adapt." The rogue takes his own pair of sun lenses out of his pocket.

Rhylinar:"During the war, they called us Sunsight Raiders. Or sun-baked, if they were being trite about it."

Rhylinar:"We learned to survive on everything the surface world had to offer. Because there was no way in hell that anyone would give two coppers about us if we were lost. So when the webs burned... well. You're a smart kid. You can fill in the gaps."

Sszeyl:"You simply continued to live as you had."

Rhylinar:"In a way. Some of us went back. And then came back with others."

Sszeyl:"Now I wonder what stock they choose our border guards from."

Rhylinar:"Careful. A Raider might take that as an insult." He plays with the sun lenses in his hand... in a similar way to the way he handles a dagger, Sszeyl may recognize from their sparring sessions.

Sszeyl:"Not meant, I assure you...but now I have to fear for the bulk of our people. Please, go on."

Rhylinar:"It's not that Orgolloyss' border guards are unobservant. It's just that we're damn good at being unseen. And that's going to be what saves Tebryn."

Rhylinar:"It's not going to be easy. Snatching someone from Orgolloyss' inner sanctum's a lot harder than waiting for them with a cart outside Ezzebek."

Sszeyl:"Orgolloyss is, as I said, depleted. The greatest obstacle to you right now is Tebryn's Boogey."

Sszeyl: (( LiNeer not playing with her sling bullet? :U ))

Rhylinar:"Trivoltil."

Sszeyl:"Him?"


 * LiNeer is more focused on the goings-on here.

Sszeyl:"That overbearing, narrowminded, musclehead?"

Liatai:Well gee, Sszeyl, tell us what you really think. XD


 * Zairith smirks. "So he hasn't changed since the war, I take it."

Sszeyl:"He was declared the strongest Drow in Ezzebek."

Sszeyl:"Thirty times consecutively."

Sszeyl:"How in Tarkna do you expect to get past him?"

Rhylinar:"We have our ways."

Sszeyl:"Please tell me they result in baldness?"

Sszeyl:"That man's hair is an affront to fashion."

Rhylinar:That actually... gets a laugh from both drow and half-drow. Well, more of a snicker from Zairith.

Lethiriss:"Ssss... what issss it? A mohawk?"

Sszeyl:"A cousin of the mohawk."

Sszeyl:"It's a mohawk made of spikes."

Lethiriss:"Ssssss-ss-ss-ssss!" Lethiriss puts a hand over her mouth delicately and hiss-laughs.

Rhylinar:"Well, we'll see. If there's time, and our man gets close enough, maaaaaaybe I can convince him to put a little something in Trivoltil's shampoo." There's a mischievous gleam in the drow's eye. "But. That comes with a price."

Rhylinar:"You need to stop sending letters to Tebryn and stop sending information to Orgolloyss."

Rhylinar:"Any letters you've sent to Teb have probably been intercepted, anyway."

Sszeyl:"I have only sent the one letter to Orgolloyss."

Sszeyl:"And...well, I've been too afraid to send my letter to Tebryn."

Zairith:"For once, that is a virtue."

Rhylinar:"Then I have to ask you one thing, Sszeyl. Did you happen to... name any names in that letter?"

Sszeyl:"No."

Sszeyl:"I only told them of the impending invasion...and my attempts to halve it."

Rhylinar:"Good. Some of us have extensive rap sheets."

Rhylinar:"I think I know just the Raider to get Tebryn out of there. Zai, when you're rested, I could use some secure magical communication channels."

Zairith:"Of course."

Sszeyl:"So."

Sszeyl:"What now?"

Rhylinar:"I should be asking you that."

Lethiriss:"Well, firssst, before anything, Sssssssszeyl'sssss potato issss getting cold."

Lethiriss:"Zairith, pleassse tell LiNeer to kindly sssshoo her fuzzzzzy sssself."

Lethiriss:Potato!

Sszeyl:Le nom.

Sszeyl:"Thank you."

Rhylinar:"Oh, right. Dinner." :.

Lethiriss:"You already ate, sssscoundrel."

Rhylinar:"Don't suppose I could trouble you for seconds?"

Sszeyl:"From brazen, demanding, and powerful, to begging for food in under ten seconds."

Sszeyl:"How do you not have whiplash?"

Lethiriss:"Ssss. Sssssecondssss. More like thirdsssss."

Rhylinar:"Over a century of practice, young Sszeyl." :P

Sszeyl:"He'll realize he just admitted being old in three...two...one.."

Sszeyl:Nom.

Rhylinar:"Hey, a century's young!"

Sszeyl:"Lessee."

Sszeyl:"One century to be considered an adult by most species of elves."

Sszeyl:"Another to practice."

Sszeyl:"Hmmm.."

Rhylinar:"Hey, I'm not that old."

Zairith:"You underestimate Rhylinar's juvenile delinquency." Flip of a page in a book.

Sszeyl:"Perhaps I do. =3=" Nom.

Rhylinar:"Aaaaanyway. There's time for planning for the future later."

Sszeyl:"Planning the future is a waste of time. Hoping for it, that is different."


 * Rhylinar pats Sszeyl's shoulder. "Enjoy the meal, kid."

Sszeyl:"...Okay, this just got awkward. =3="

Rhylinar:>.> « 1d20+8 = 4 + 8 = 12 » Search check...

Rhylinar:"... Lethiriss, you hid the leftovers!" >:Liatai:Annnnnnd scene?

TMG:Wooo. That was good. :o

TMG:stuff be goin' down

Meany:Aye.

Liatai:Isn't it just? |3

Meany:Way to shake the worldview. =3=

TMG:is he gonna insist on the slave thing anymore, or just teach Zeke anyway?

Liatai:That's going to be interesting, seeing how that resolves. x3

Meany:I don't know.

TMG:"By the way. Forget everything I said earlier about being my slave. I'm just teaching you now."

TMG:"?!?"

Meany:....Really, I don't know. =3=;;;

Meany:I had not planned on this.

Meany:Going...going to need to completely replan.

Liatai:Now you understand why I was pushing for Sszeyl to start asking questions earlier? ^^;

Meany:Not...really?

Meany:This seemed to be the natural way it should happen.

Meany:Rhylinar building to the point that he produced the info automatically.

Liatai:I agree, now that it's done.

Liatai:It... actually flowed a lot better than I thought it would. :B

Meany:Yep.

Meany:I was surprised to see Yazagh's name.

Liatai:Anyway, to the IRC?

TMG:oop! actually

Meany::UTMG:Craft checks...or...nevermind.

TMG:Gotta figure out the timeline first

TMG:so I know exactly how many days I have.

Meany:Aye.

Liatai:Craft checks can be done next session in a batch. XD

TMG:Yup, agreed

Meany:Aye. :U

Meany is disconnected.

Liatai:But I can tell you exactly how many days there will be until the next big plot point that will come up next session. Twelve.

Liatai:You have two weeks. :3

TMG:from the party?

TMG:or from initial arrival?

Liatai:From arrival in Castleton to the party is one week, from the party to the plot point is one week.

TMG:Ah, okay.

Liatai:Saving campaign...

TMG:and saving logs?

Liatai:Yes, and saving logs. XD

TMG:cool

Eon:(that wasan intresting game... sighes i need more game time)

You have disconnected.

Server started; please wait for map to refresh.

Meany has connected.

Dr. Hatari has connected.

Meany:I smell a doktor.

Meany:Yo. :D

Liatai:Arcane District Street is the map you want. :3 Be back in two shakes!

Dr. Hatari:Hello.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castleton - Arcane District Street'

Meany:Herr doktor needs an audience token?

Liatai:I shall grab one forthwith! :3

Sszeyl:Shall we venture forth, good aci?

Audience:They'll never see me comin'. *Chambers a round in canister-rifle* =3=

GM:Then let us hence!

GM:Ah, Castleton's arcane district. Full of exotic scents, and bustling with people for whom magic-ese comes with surprising ease.

Sszeyl:Poor clumsy wizard. =3=


 * Creepy Dude leers.

Audience:D:* Creepy Dude's Bat Familiar sleeps.

Sszeyl:Is le store open for business? =3=

Liatai:The store is open.

Sszeyl:Le enter.

Sszeyl:"Hello, again."

Coralline:"Welc --" The artist's head snaps up, and her expression quickly becomes livid. "-- YOU!"

Sszeyl:"Me!"

Coralline:She points her paintbrush at you.

Sszeyl:"I was sorry to hear you could not attend the party. =3= Brought some flowers to make up for the missed frivolity."

Sszeyl:"And a question as to why you felt the need to have adventurers break into my house, and attempt to not only kill me but my other guests."

Coralline:"Not one step closer, drow."

Sszeyl:The flowers are lain on a vacant shelf area.

Coralline:"No drow is going to set up shop anywhere near Castleton as long as I live! Now get out, before I force you myself!"

Sszeyl:"Too late."

Sszeyl:"I already have a business, and support from the passing Halfling caravan."

Audience:Uuu, she's nasty. >:o

Sszeyl:"And one thing, before I go."

Sszeyl:"Give me a reason not to have you arrested for conspiracy to commit murder."

Liatai:Oh snap. :3

Audience:>:D

Coralline:The artist's gaze is steady, but the hand holding the paintbrush is starting to shake. "Arrest me?! When your people have done scores worse to not only mine, but any you so much as gaze upon?!"

Sszeyl:"You have let your hate blind you-all those who commited those crimes are one hundred years dead."

Coralline:"Removing you from the area would be laudable, not a crime."

Sszeyl:"Perhaps. But killing several members of the Leaden Mace society of St. Cuthbert, a Pelorian Templar, a family of respected shopkeepers, and half a dozen more innocent civilians?"

Sszeyl:"The constable will be -very- interested when I start dropping names like those."

Coralline:"You must have tricked them," she snarls.

Sszeyl:"Me? I who am without any magic save for the arts native to my race. Whom is well documented for rashness, borderline stupidity, and irrationality."

Sszeyl:"And there. Right there."

Sszeyl:"That hate that blinds your vision to all else. That is the main problem here."

Sszeyl:"You, woman, have no right to call yourself an artists while you cannot see anything but hate."

Sszeyl:-sSszeyl:"And since you have given me no reason to no do so, I will now go report you to the constables. Good day to you, ma'am."

Sszeyl: (( OOC pausing to let you type. :U ))

Coralline:The woman shrieks out an arcane phrase... « 1d20+3 = 14 + 3 = 17 »

Audience:Whu-oh.

Sszeyl: (( One moment. =3= Sacred canine duty. ))

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castleton - Arcane District Street'

Dr. Hatari:I shall take this moment to adjust this silly token.

Dr. Hatari::BCoralline:A thin line of crimson flames leaps from the end of her paintbrush, headed straight toward your retreating back! « 4d6 = 13 » fire damage.

Sszeyl: (( Does Spell Resistence apply? ))

Liatai:Let me check.

Liatai:Yes, indeed, it does. CL check: « 1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14 »

Sszeyl: (( What's the DC? :U ))

Liatai:11 plus your HD.

Sszeyl: (( She just made it, then. ))

Sszeyl:Sszeyl calmly douces the flames which had consumed his left sleeve.

Sszeyl:"And what do you expect to of this, hmm? Aside from one more charge to add onto your list?"

Sszeyl: (( Ohwait. Don't I get Reflex to halve it? :U ))

Coralline:The elf is too far into a blind rage to respond.

Liatai:Nope, no saving throw for this spell.

Sszeyl: (( Dang. ))

Liatai:Your turn. What do you do?

Sszeyl:"So. When it all boils down, you're just some spoiled brat, eh?"

Sszeyl:The drow sneers. "Fortunately for you, I am not a muderer of children. Good day."

Audience:You should probably duck or something, master. o.o;;

Coralline:"Your people burned my homeland -- I WILL BURN YOU!!"

Sszeyl:Le move. End turn. =3=

Coralline:Two jets of colored light rocket out of the shop after you. « 1d4+1 = 2 + 1 = 3 » « 1d4+1 = 2 + 1 = 3 » And CL check « 1d20+4 = 15 + 4 = 19 ».

Sszeyl: (( Wait. =3=;; How can she fire through the wall? ))

Sszeyl: (( Doesn't that preclude MM's insta-hitting? ))

Liatai:I saw no note that you'd closed the door.

Sszeyl: (( Darn. ))

Sszeyl: (( :B ))

Dr. Hatari:Well, he did round the corner. :.

TMG has connected.

Liatai:Huh. I'll be. Total concealment does negate MM's auto-hit. :. Never mind, then! They just rocket out the door and explode in the street.

Sszeyl: (( Herro. =3= ))

Sszeyl: (( I'm being le-killed by an angry Elf. ))

TMG::oSszeyl: (( After a firm verbal bitchslapping was delivered to her. ))

TMG:...Whisper backlog? xD

Dr. Hatari:She just Yosemite Sam fired a bunch of magic missiles out the door after Sszeyl that blew up the street. :B

Liatai:Sure. x3 It's Sszeyl's turn now.

TMG:thankya lia

Sszeyl:Double move. End turn. :3

Coralline:You can hear the door of the art shop slam.

Sszeyl: (( Attacking an Artist's credentials is never a sane thing to do. =3= ))

Liatai:Your turn again. :3

Sszeyl:"Excuse me, Guard?"

City Guard:"--!"

City Guard:"Yes?"

Sszeyl:"You have a magic user on the rampage, about sixty of so feet that-a-way." He points.


 * City Guard looks down the alleyway, then nods curtly and blows a whistle sharply. "Stay here -- we'll get a healer to see to you!"

Sszeyl:"Thank you. =3="

Sszeyl:End turn.

TMG:Ooh. Props to the guard.

TMG:Offered a healer to the drow :>

Guard:Clank clank clank clank clank --

Coralline:"Guardsmen! I was attacked by a mad drow in my shop! Which way did he go?!"

Meany is disconnected.


 * Creepy Dude stumbles out of the alley and runs the other way. O.O;;;;

TMG:(...musn't think of getting Gnogglebolt involved in the legal batle that may arise from this, musn't think of getting Gnogglebolt inolved... dangit >.> )

Meany has connected.

Audience:Doop. *starts rubbing defibrillator pads together* =3=


 * Audience shocks Meany.

City Guard:"Calm yourself, ma'am, we'll get this sorted out --"

Coralline:"Rrrrrgh! Useless!"

Meany:Guard: Clank clank clank clank clank --

City Guard:"Ma'am -- stand down!"

Guard:You hear the sounds of a scuffle from the alley, and a number of enraged Elven obscenities.

Sszeyl:"My my. Such a foul tongue from one who claims to be both the artist and the victim here. =3="

TMG:(I do hope no -actual- legal battle arises from this, so I don't wind up getting Gnogglebolt in on it and creating more mini sessions... :X )

TMG:(...but then again, it would be interesting. because Gnogglebolt would defend her.)

Sszeyl: (( I'm sorry, what? =3= ))

Dr. Hatari:Hahahaha, what?

Dr. Hatari:Why?

TMG:(if and only if he thinks she deserves a second chance.)

TMG:(Like the goblins.)

Sszeyl: (( Oooh. ))

TMG:(He'd chat with her to guage whether or not she can change.)

Dr. Hatari:She's chaotic evil and tried to murder us. Sszeyl twice.

Sszeyl: (( I thought you meant act as her defense attorney. ))

Dr. Hatari:Baselessly. ^^;

TMG:(erm, actually, yes, he would be her defense attorney. x3 But he would talk it over with Sszeyl beforehand.)

TMG:(and like said, it would be an offer on the condition that Gnogglebolt can see change in her. But nevermind, carry on.)

TMG:(like that, that would be more mini-session,s more entanglement, more chnaces to screw with the timeline... ^^; )

Sszeyl: (( Time travel. It's a cornucopia of disturbing concepts. =3= ))

City Guard:After a short while, one of the guards emerges from the alley. "We have the situation under control now. We'll need a report from you, a name, and a way to contact you -- but those can wait until you're taken to a healer."

Sszeyl:"Of course, Sir Guard."

Coralline:More elven swearing from the alleyway, but the scuffling sounds have quieted.

City Guard:"The temple of Fharlanghn is nearest, unless you have an objection."

Sszeyl:"Not at all."

City Guard:"Right. This way."

Priestess of Fharlanghn:"Welcome -- is there a problem, guardsman -- never mind, I can see what the problem is."

Priestess of Fharlanghn:"Come in and sit down, please."

Priestess of Fharlanghn:« 2d8+6 = 9 + 6 = 15 » healing for you, sir drow!

Sszeyl:"Thank you. Of course."

Sszeyl:Le sit, just tell me where. :U

City Guard:"Much obliged, milady. The city will reimburse you for your services."

Priestess of Fharlanghn:The priestess directs you toward one of the many beds in the simple hostel, feeding healing energy into your arm.

Sszeyl:"Now, you said you need my name, report, and a means of contact, sir Guard?"

City Guard:"Yes. Let's start with the name and occupation."

Sszeyl:"I am Sszeyl of the Orgolloyss. I manage a hunting lodge outside the city, The Mustering Cave."

City Guard:"Would you spell that, please?"

Sszeyl:"S-s-z-e-y-l. O-r-g-o-l-l-o-y-s-s."

TMG:(this is all before him finally detaching from Orgolloyss, right? And maybe the day after the party, like Sszeyl said once? )

Sszeyl: (( Si. ))

City Guard:"Thank you. Do you live in the Mustering Cave Lodge, or elsewhere in the city?"

Sszeyl:"I live in the lodge, however on my weekends I come into the city to impose on Sir Ebonwood, a proprietor of a magical shop while I purchase supplies."

City Guard:"I'll have the addresses of both those locations, if you would."


 * Sszeyl lists them off.

TMG:(the mustering cave would be difficult, considering there's still no path to it and it's not on any map x3 )

City Guard:"Very good. Now, what happened here, Sszeyl?" The guardsman does a decent job of pronouncing the drow name, though he does stumble over it a little.

TMG:(Gnogglebolt: "Look, we have to hire a team of workers to make the path sometime, sooner preferable to later. That will help give you legitimacy. )

Sszeyl:"I had previously had a celebration for the formal opening of the Lodge I manage. Miss Corraline was invited to mend some...social issues existing. She operates the only Art Supply Shoppe that I know of, and so I could not simply let her fester. Instead of attending, she sent assassins after me, who broke into my house and threatened me and my guests with lethal force. They were negotiated out of it, and today I came to ask her why she had done these things, and for a reason to not involve the City Guard in what would appear as a conspiracy to commit murder on multiple counts. I even brought her some roses to make up for the missed party; white and yellow, they are still in her shop. After she continually refused to admit that what she did was wrong, even on the count of my guests, I took my leave of her intending to report her. She then launched some fire at my arm. I came to you not twelve seconds later, and reported her rampage to you."

Sszeyl: (( Woo. =3= ))


 * City Guard writes down your report as you speak.

City Guard:"These assassins. Do you have any details on them?"

Sszeyl:"They were all of them either elven, half-elven, or human...I think three humans, a half-elf, and two elves were their numbers. A Pelorian templar guest of mine alerted me to their arrival. They had holed themselves in my bathroom-of all places-when I, the templar, a wood-elf wizard going by Tahi, a half-elven ranger answering to Elros, and a gnome who's short list of names is Gnogglebolt Sparkgear; confronted them."

Sszeyl:"Gnogglebolt engaged in diplomacy, and was so suspected to be under mind control somehow. They thought it was something I put in my soap. Really."

Sszeyl:"Though, once the wood-elf started her schpiel, the wind was taken out of their sails, mostly."

Sszeyl:"The half-elf, I think it was, continued to be violent. Irrationally so."

Sszeyl:"Those that were not so obtuse on the issue were invited to join in the festivities, and one of the humans won a drinking contest shortly after."

TMG:(..you know...that would be a crazy wondrous item. Soap of Dominate Person xD )

Sszeyl:"Crowned himself 'Goddess of the Booze.'"

Dr. Hatari:It sounds.. kind of sexy. *rubs chin* =3=

Dr. Hatari:--Er carry on. =3=;;


 * City Guard gives a small snort of laughter at that. "Do you have the addresses of any of these people, should their eyewitness reports be required?"

Sszeyl:"I have the addresses for those on my original guest list. But I cannot provide much information on the party-crashers."

Sszeyl:"However, at least one was known by one of my guests. Though I'm not sure how. Gnogglebolt Sparkgear knew one of the females.....an elf, I think? Ren, was that her name..."

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 8 + 2 = 10 » Wis check!

Liatai:Rin, a human.

Sszeyl:"Ah. Rin, a human, not an elf."

Sszeyl:"About as tall as me, short red hair."

Sszeyl:"Only saw her for a few moments during the negotiations."

City Guard:Write write write. "Very well. We'll need to corroborate your report with those of the witnesses and that of Miss Corraline, but we'll get to the bottom of this. Will you remain in Castleton or nearby areas for the next week, should a trial be called for?"

Sszeyl:"Of course, sir."

City Guard:"Were there any witnesses to the altercation that took place in the shop?"

Sszeyl:"Aside from myself, and Miss Corraline, no."

Audience:If only I were real. D:Audience:Hush, me.

Audience::3City Guard:"Hmm. Very well. Should you wish to press charges -- and from your speech, I would imagine you do -- file with the Castleton courthouse. Do you know its location?"

Audience:Them's fightin' words! *a brawl cloud emerges on the flowerbos as the aci fights itself*

Sszeyl:"Not off the top of my head. =3=;;"


 * City Guard gives the address.


 * Sszeyl commits it to memory.

Audience:Hark thou ruffian of myself! This is most ungentlemanly!

Dr. Hatari:x3City Guard:"Should you not remember, ask any city guard. They should be able to direct you."

Sszeyl:"Thank you, sir."

City Guard:"Take care, Mr. Sszeyl. Thank you for your cooperation."

City Guard:"Should any further information be needed, we will contact you."

TMG:(I guess that's it...mini-session on wednesday. Sszeyl is contacted after the night of Ezekiel-meeting and Orgolloyss-leaving, and pleeeeease tell me that since he -knnows- he is not familiar with the castleton legal system, that he asks a friend he knows who does...? :. )

Meany:Oh hellz yes.

Meany:Sszeyl's a cop. =3= Not a lawyer.

Liatai:x3Dr. Hatari:The justice system will probably operate with or without freelance citizen intervention. ^^;

Meany:So, Scene? =3=

Liatai:Scene. :3

Meany:Totally did expect Corraline to go over the edge at some point.

Meany:Not during their second meeting, though. =3=


 * Meany golf claps for the GM.

TMG:well, as was noted, Sszeyl did say some 'o shap' worthy things. x3

TMG:*nsap

TMG:SNAP

TMG:Begone with you, typo demons!

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castleton - Arcane District Street'

Liatai:x3 again.

armored face:"FELBANE!

Liatai:Right, shall we shut this down and prepare for Cold War? :3

Meany:Si. :U

TMG:Indeed. I has dishes to finish :o

Meany:Si.

Meany:Thanks for the mini, GM. :3

Dr. Hatari:Righto.

Meany is disconnected.

You have disconnected.

Drayco has connected.

Dr. Hatari has connected.

Meany has connected.

Liatai:Hiyo!

Meany:LIASTEIN.

Meany:Yo. :3

Liatai:Give me a bit, just installing my custom tokens to this instance of MapTool...

Meany:o:* Meany gives a drill bit.

Liatai:I've got... I think everyone's tokens except Thomas and Gnogglebolt.

Liatai:x3Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'

Meany::3Liatai:I didn't grab Honduras, Venezuela, or the carriage. ^^; Sorry.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'


 * Dr. Hatari :B's

Meany:It's okay. :3

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'

Liatai:KepplerToken! :O

Dr. Hatari:I should clean up my library some time. Too many outdated and obsolete things. And about a million edit copies.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'

Teeny Rin:I'm so tiny.

Teeny Rin:Love me.

Teeny Rin:Love me now, bitches.

Liatai:Awwwww x3

Liatai:Okay! Tokens installed, properties imported...

Liatai:... hmmmm I wonder.

Liatai:Aw. Can't open the campaign file. Oh well. :B

Meany:One minute.

Meany:Hold that thought.

Liatai:Gives me time to grab my DMG.

Meany:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mAh3ImhTfE0

VAE has connected.

Meany:YoVae. :#

Drayco:Can't open the file? Why?

Meany::3*

Meany:Only the host may open the file.

Drayco:Makes sense...

Liatai:Got my DMG, got my tokens, got music... er hold that thought. For some reason I have the nyancat music playing. :B

VAE:nyancat?

Drayco:Well, if somebody knows hoe to transfer a file...

Barbarus:Someone needs some hoes?

Barbarus:Tom, Miron, yer on.


 * Drayco beats Barb with a hoe.


 * Thomas Lazarus punches. =3=

Liatai:Oh! How could I forget! Most important token of all!

Meany:Totally worth it. x3=

VAE:what does Miron have to do with hoes... he's nnot an agriculturalist

Meany:A hoe is both a gardening tool.

Meany:And in american slang.

Meany:A prostitute.

LiaGM:Okay, now I'm ready. x3

Dr. Hatari::DDrayco:No Meany... I mean THE GODDAMN SUBMARINE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Hoe_%28SS-258%29

Drayco:(Actually, I didn't know about that until I checked Wikipedia. Learning REALLY is fun!)

Meany:What shall this mini-session be dedicated to? :3

Liatai:Up to you guys, really. :3

Liatai:What do you want to do? I do have the Random Urban Encounter table.

Sszeyl:There is a trial that needs planning. =3=;;

Barbarus:However, also money to be spent.

Dr. Hatari:Let's see, let's see.

Dr. Hatari:I think I did have some plans for Tom at the Mace. However.. I er uh. =3=;

VAE:hmm, so you are saying Miron and Thomas visit brothels?

Dr. Hatari:Well. Let's say 'did' is the operative word today. *frazzle-mind* :P

VAE:I mean, it wouldn't be unheard of from.. er.. "holy men" as evidence from middle-ages england points to (and elsewhere likely too)

Drayco:There. A beholder.

Liatai:The trial will be worked out next session, when the guard starts questioning PCs.

Drayco:Go kill it.

Dr. Hatari:Oh no that plumbing system is attacking. D|

Liatai:XDLiatai:Well, I can always roll you an encounter, if you can come up with a reason why these three would be in the same area of Castleton.

Barbarus:SHOPPING. :DDDDDDDD

VAE:Who three - Thomas Miron and a beholder?

Liatai:XDBarbarus:Seriously, I got 4.5k gold to spend. =3=;;

Drayco:Oh fine... I can make adjustments...

Dr. Hatari:D:Drayco:Oh gods... the Mow swarm is engulfing the silver dragon...

Drayco:If you guys wanna live... FLEE!!!

MOWS:*CHITTER-MRRRRRRR*

Silver-Dragon:FOR THE LOVE OF IO, HELP MMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

Liatai:... seriously if you guys can think of a reason Barbarus, Miron, and Thomas would all be in the same area I have an encounter for you. :B


 * Dr. Hatari slaps cheeks, sprits water, wake up, game face go. D:Dr. Hatari:Okay!

VAE:The two chasing the cat?

Dr. Hatari:Well, there has been a week time skip between our arrival back at Castleton and the drowparty.

Barbarus:I am wearing a fiend. ;3

VAE:if he messed up something at the Mace, it's totally likely

Dr. Hatari:At the very least, we would have visited the Torises and their shop selling off our swag.

Liatai:It can be at any point during the week following the party. :3

Dr. Hatari:We would have entered and left the district together I imagine.

Dr. Hatari:Barring that, let's see. A lot of business with individual agendas and timeline tangling.. =3=;

Vira Toris:"Oh! U-um... excuse me..."

VAE:now, who's where?

Vira Toris:"Um... we got a letter from Tharky and Max... they said, um... they'd be coming back in about a week..."

Vira Toris:"And, um..." .////.

Terri Toris:"They said they had news for you guys! :D"

Thomas Lazarus:"Oh?" Thomas rubs his chin. Does he know Tharky and Max? Hmm. Hmmmm. Oh, there was that last time at the shop, atleast.

Miron:Er.. who'll be coming back?

Miron:The gnome frowns as well.

Terri Toris:"Could you tell the others?"

Thomas Lazarus:"Certainly. I'm not sure what it might be, but, maybe Gnogglebolt and Elros are more on top of those things. Now where did they get off to..?"

Miron:We.. we could *scribbles it down*


 * Dr. Hatari probably has the most innapropriate music for the Torris household possible playing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnw30mKO4pw&feature=bf_prev&list=PLB8A70F4D8FA80F4E&index=2

Vira Toris:"Um... th-they said somethin' about Aunt Sal an' her pendant... Thank you." Vira bows, clutching her sketchbook.

Miron:Who's "Aunt Sal" ? And what pendant?

Thomas Lazarus:"Oh, was it about Salishea? I know Gnogglebolt had something on his mind about that he mentioned during the trip to Redtree."

Terri Toris:"She's not really our aunt. She just knows Grandpa. They served in the army together. Yep, that's her name!" :D

Thomas Lazarus:"Or.. Sali.. pardon if I'm butchering the name. >.>"

Drayco:I'm gonna turn off my monitor. Ping me on the chat if you need something.

Liatai:All right. Thanks. :3


 * Vira Toris shakes her head. "Y-you got it right."

Terri Toris:"Thanks again!" The two young Torises head back into the shop.


 * Thomas Lazarus nods curtly.

Liatai:Meany, you still around?

Meany:Yeah.

Meany:Sorry, stomache ache, and loot generator being antsy.

Meany:Can't get artz. :U

Liatai:It's okay. :3

Liatai:Now, I'm going to run to get some tea.. and I leave this up to you.

Liatai:Do you want me to roll an encounter, or just go with a loosely-planned one?

Liatai:Cast your votes! :3

VAE:go along plan!

VAE:plans are best

Dr. Hatari:Oh, we had another plan?

Dr. Hatari:Uh, sure. |D

Dr. Hatari:We could random encounter for amusement after the fact if we're still feeling restless, I suppose.

Liatai:I'll warn you, it's literally a one-sentence plan in my head. :B Are you sure?

Dr. Hatari:What's the worst that could happen? x3

Dr. Hatari:We finish quickly?

Liatai:True. XD

VAE:yeah

VAE:and i feel like doing CCC, anyways :3

Liatai:Okay... the Pearldust Pawn Shop is in the eastern part of town.

VAE:have scanned it, now just a crapload of digital work remains

Dr. Hatari:Hmmm. We never did do exp for last session, did we?

Liatai:... No. >.>

Meany:Nu.

Dr. Hatari:Oh well.


 * Liatai really is bad about this EXP thing. XD

Meany is disconnected.

Meany has connected.

Liatai:The simple plan is this; walking around in the arcane district, you just may spot someone you may recognize.

Thomas Lazarus:I see! Well, walking around and spotting are not necessarily my strong points, but I'll try anything. |D Spottan « 1d20+2 = 3 + 2 = 5 »

Dr. Hatari:Doof'd!

Half-Elven Man:Horseless and basketless this time, but carrying a satchel, and walking in the opposite direction from where you three are going.

Barbarus:« 1d20+4 = 20 + 4 = 24 » :U

Barbarus:Spot, and dayum.

Miron:« 1d20+3 = 7 + 3 = 10 » Spot

Dr. Hatari:Maximum foundjoo.

Liatai:Indeed. XD

Barbarus:"Well well well. :U"

Liatai:Miron and Barbarus see the messenger, but the messenger doesn't see you yet.

Barbarus:"I spy with my little eye, a familiar half-elf. With knives."

Miron:*silently* That's him again.. the guy who always wants to speak with Tathi

Thomas Lazarus:"Oh--is it Elros?" He looks about.

Barbarus:"Nah. The sneakier half-elf."

Barbarus:"Come on, let's sneak up on him and beat some answers out of him. :U"

Barbarus:"Don't give me that look."

Liatai:Oh shoot, I grabbed his out-of-date token. D: One sec.


 * Thomas Lazarus rubs the back of his neck. "But.."

Thomas Lazarus:"He kind of just delivered a message. ^^;"

Barbarus:"Yes. And how did he know about it before we did?"

Miron:Dunno.. i don't like him. Not at all.

Barbarus:"If he's spying on that drow's business, he might be spying on ours."

Dr. Hatari:Oh. Well. Is this taking place after the party?

Barbarus: (( FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ))

Dr. Hatari:If so, I guess the premise is a little more --- oh. :P

Liatai:Yes, it's after the party. XD

Dr. Hatari:Okay.

Barbarus: (( Anti-FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF ))

Thomas Lazarus:"It.. is pretty mysterious. Maybe we could see if he wants to chat." Thomas glances to Miron with a straight face.

Miron:Indeed. Our kind of char?

Miron:*chat

Thomas Lazarus:"We'll see." Tom folds his arms into his robe sleeves and walks towards the sharp-eyed man.

Barbarus:« 1d20+2 = 2 + 2 = 4 » Hide. :U « 1d20+7 = 1 + 7 = 8 » Move silently.

Barbarus:Lolnope.

Liatai:Definite lolnope. :B

Dr. Hatari:Barbarus is immediately called out by a hawker? :P

Hawker:"HEY! YOU!"

Miron:Miron approaches from other direction

Hawker:"Wanna buy a feather trinket? :3"

Miron:« 1d20+4 = 1 + 4 = 5 » Hide

Dr. Hatari:"NEED SOME.. NEED SOME HAWKS?"

Barbarus:"Yes, yes of course. :D"

Hawker:"One hundred percent genuine hawk feathers!"


 * Thomas Lazarus mentally winces. >.>

Barbarus:« 1d20+3 = 14 + 3 = 17 » Bluff to speak out of the side of his mouth.

Barbarus:"Go after him, I'll catch up."


 * Hawker is now trying to sell feather charms to Miron, too. :B

Hawker:"Just seven silver for good luck! It's a bargain!"

Barbarus:"Hmm, do you have any feather headdresses?"


 * Thomas Lazarus simply takes the direct approach and walks up to the guy. ^^;

Miron:Allright, gimme one and go to hell.

Miron:*gives him seven silver and rushes away*


 * Barbarus headslaps Miron.

Miron:*taking a charm,. ah well*

Liatai:Well, they are nice beaded feather charms. :B

Barbarus: (( No headdress? D: ))

Miron:Indeed so.. Miron with a weird piece of useless feather now approaches the man.

Hawker:"Maybe on custom order, but I don't have quite that many hawks. ^^;"

Thomas Lazarus:Wish me luck, Teeny Rin. "Well, well - it's our auspicious messenger." Thomas offers an awkward smile.


 * Barbarus gives five PP.

Miron:Also, the hawker... what are the laws about faux witchcraft?

Miron:We might have just secured evidence >:3

Hawker:"--!! No way, this is too much!"

Barbarus:"Make me something with that. Come to the caravan in about a week with a progress report."

Barbarus:"I expect something special. =3="

Hawker:"Of course!"

Barbarus:"Pleasure doing business. :3"


 * Hawker glances down at Miron. "Hey, now. My uncle swears by these."

Barbarus:Suddenly. Catninja ninjas.

Half-Elven Man:"Well, hello there! This is a turnabout."

Barbarus:"Hello, Mister! :D"


 * Half-Elven Man doesn't even jump. Ninja better. :B

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DATMASS:You called?

Thomas Lazarus:"So it is." He sounds a little dissapointed. "I'm afraid your 'advice' came to pass, just as the letter said."

Miron:Indeed.

Dr. Hatari:... what. XD

Miron:Now we'd like to have a little talk with you.

Half-Elven Man:"Sorry to hear it. No one was hurt, I hope?"

Barbarus:"Nah. We all had a merry drink."

Barbarus:"Padre here lost the title of Goddess of the Booze."

Thomas Lazarus:"Ah.. no. It worked out pretty well in the end."

Miron:Indeed it did.


 * Thomas Lazarus huffs lightly. "Atleast Anise didn't win."

Thomas Lazarus:"---Anywho."

Half-Elven Man:"Well, you caught me at a good time," he replies to Miron, smiling and patting the satchel at his side. "Just finished my last delivery today."

DATMASS:Pardon me while I stare longingly at hydrogen.

Miron:*looks suspiciously*

Miron:What delivery?


 * Dr. Hatari is perplexed utterly.

Half-Elven Man:"Of a letter? I am a messenger." :3

Barbarus:"Miron, stop giving the postal workers grounds to be disgruntled."

Thomas Lazarus:"While I'm taken to thinking you have a whole down-played secretive anonymity thing going on, what with the convenient warning letters reaching our hands here and there, I was hoping to catch your name and maybe ask about just how you keep learning these things."

Thomas Lazarus:"It's not that we don't appreciate it. It's just kind of ... well. You know. >.>"

Barbarus:"Creepy as hell."


 * Half-Elven Man chuckles.

Miron:More like, suspicious.


 * Thomas Lazarus sweatdrops. He tries to keep looking nice. ^_^;

Half-Elven Man:"Well, the name's the tricky bit. They're so easy to collect, and all. As I'm sure your gnomish friends know."

Half-Elven Man:"Some call me Micaryn. Others, the Phantom's Eye. Even more others, Cal'tel. But you can call me Haron Silverthrush."

Liatai:*Achievement unlocked - Learned the Messenger's Name!* :B

Barbarus:"Gracias."

Miron:And how many of those names have you invented just now>

Haron Silverthrush:"None." :P

Barbarus:"Miron, this isn't an interrogation."

Barbarus:"Just a friendly chat. =3= Provided he answers the second pit of el Padre's question."

Haron Silverthrush:"Not to worry, tribesman. I understand, he's one of Cuthbert's cudgels."

Haron Silverthrush:"Any conversation with them turns into an interrogation given enough time." :3

Miron:And as such you know that we have..ways to make people tell the truth.


 * Thomas Lazarus looks somewhat relieved that Haron understands. He also looks a little embarassed. "That.. doesn't seem untrue. ^^;"

DATMASS:Hatari, to answer you, I am a slightly mocking spoof of this internet meme. http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/dat-ass#.TeHKe0fTrwg

DATMASS::3Dr. Hatari:I know the meme.

Dr. Hatari:It just seemed super random. x3

Haron Silverthrush:"I'm glad you've at least given me the courtesy of not just slapping down one of those magical ways as soon as you approached, Inquisitor Steelsprocket." :3

Miron:*chuckles*

Thomas Lazarus:"You've never technically done anything untoward to us. Quite the contrary. It just raised some concerns."

Miron:I'm glad we understand each other.

Barbarus:"Oh my."

Thomas Lazarus:"Such as why the folks sending us messages are concerned with our welfare. Of, of course, how they know such things in the first place. I'm personally pretty unused to being the topic of anyone's inquiry."

Barbarus:"Thomas, Miron must be ill."

Barbarus:"He's being somewhat pleasant."

Miron:*glares at the cat. GLARES*

Barbarus:*trollface*

Barbarus:U jelly, shorty?

Miron:« 1d20 = 18 » Intimidate?

Barbarus:« 1d20+1 = 11 + 1 = 12 »

VAE:yes! my rrrevenge!

Barbarus:=3=;

VAE:for what yo u guys do in my game

Dr. Hatari:Massive circumstance bonus for looking undead.

Haron Silverthrush:"Are you? It's something you'll need to get used to in your career, Brother Lazarus. You group has already made quite a few waves among certain parties."

Barbarus:"Nice pun."

Thomas Lazarus:"Eh? Is that so..?" o3o

Haron Silverthrush:"Thank you. I do try."


 * Thomas Lazarus didn't get it. |3

Thomas Lazarus:"Well. I don't imagine you're at liberty to say anything about our mysterious benefactors?"

Haron Silverthrush:"Not at the moment, unfortunately. But I will say this; if you play your cards just right, you'll quickly gather some very strong allies. Maybe a few enemies, too, but that's the way of the world."

Thomas Lazarus:Will save! « 1d20+6 = 17 + 6 = 23 »

Liatai:Will save? :B


 * Thomas Lazarus remember Haron's name correctly, forever. =3=

Liatai:XDMiron:I only wonder who these "allies" are... those who are honest have nothing to hide after all.

Liatai:But will he remember any of the aliases? :P

Barbarus:« 1d20+3 = 18 + 3 = 21 » Will save!

Barbarus:=3=

Dr. Hatari:I was just going to see if I was going to Flint it and call him Harry or something.

Haron Silverthrush:"Some people have reasons to stay unseen."

Barbarus:"Like those drow running around on the surface. =3="

Barbarus:"Who gave you that wine."

Miron:Yes. I have met two such people only a few weeks ago.


 * Thomas Lazarus closes his eyes and lets out a sigh.

Thomas Lazarus:"I guess it can't be helped."

Miron:Needless to say i have seen the reasons as well.. in fact they almost killed some of us.

Barbarus:"You've answered the questions I personally had, so I'm off to go buy things."

Barbarus:"Adios."

Haron Silverthrush:"Well that sounds unpleasant. Your surprise guests at the housewarming?"

Thomas Lazarus:"Quite so. It wouldn't be a very nice diplomatic overture to answer a favor with harassment. Have a good evening Mr. Silverthrush."

Miron:No, not those... thoese were nice folks.

Thomas Lazarus:Oh god what

Miron:The two i mean.. well, i think you have seen them too a week or two ago.

Miron:Anyways.


 * Haron Silverthrush give the catfolk a lazy salute in farewell and nods to the templar. "Same to you, Brother Lazarus. Keep your eyes open. The Sun shines in unexpected places these days."

Thomas Lazarus:"That is a horrible expression if you don't mind me saying so, but yes, I will." |3

Haron Silverthrush:"I see a lot of people, Inquisitor Silverthrush. You'll need to clarify." :P

Haron Silverthrush:*Steelsprocket. Wake up, DM. :P

VAE:is here

VAE:just thinking

LiaGM:Sorry. :P

VAE:see, i'm wondering how exactly would Miron answer that

Haron Silverthrush:"Ah, well, they can't all be winners," he says with a smirk and a shrug to the templar.

VAE:btw, Lia

VAE:what's done with the executed in castleton? are they just left to hang, or are they gotten rid of?

VAE:both were kinda common, see

Liatai:Gotten rid of, unless they were particularly high-profile criminals.

VAE:and, were the Spindlethorns that?

Liatai:Definitely not. :P

Miron:Indeed.. some lose reputation, some property, some freedom, and some life.


 * Thomas Lazarus wanders a short ways into the market and does a mental tally--make that a hand-count of his finances. =3=;

Thomas Lazarus:"... Bar-bah-russs~" D|

Barbarus:Pounce.

Barbarus:"Yes?"

Thomas Lazarus:"This is kind of embarassing, but."

Barbarus:"You need more gold?"

Thomas Lazarus:"I sort of.. spent my -- yes." ^^;

Miron:In any case, Haron if it is your current name... if you ever get.. informatiion of this sort again.. remember who is informing, and a reward might meet you.

Barbarus:"How much? :3"

Haron Silverthrush:"Heh. Well, inquisitor, I know it isn't in your nature. But consider this. Sometimes it's wise to hide a lantern."

Miron:As for the two i mentioned... Well, they werepeople of high station. Feet in the air n'all that.

Thomas Lazarus:"Well. I'm 40 gold short for another one of those healing wands. I don't want us to ever go on an expedition without one of those. I don't like to think who might not be with us today without the last one. (Myself not withstanding. =3=;)"

Thomas Lazarus:"I.. should probably have counted before spending my share on fancy magic. ^^;"

Miron:*nods* hide a lantern may be.. time will show - after all you probably know the Mace has its own ears.

Haron Silverthrush:"Ah, yes, the young lady Malino."


 * Barbarus drops four PP into the Tomhand.

Miron:*eyes bulge*

Miron:You.. are surprisingly well informed/

Haron Silverthrush:"Warn her to cover her tracks a little better when she treks into the underworld. There are some who bear less than good will toward your organization."

Thomas Lazarus:"Thank you, friend. You've been very generous with your property throughout the whole operation. I promise I'll pay you back the next chance I get." :3

Haron Silverthrush:"Though I'm certain you don't need me to tell you that."

Barbarus:"I'll hold you to that."

Barbarus:"Now, hold still."


 * Barbarus uses Tom as a launching board, and pounces off into the market.

Miron:Indeed.. that's news like rats not loving a cat.. ah well, she *is* young.


 * Thomas Lazarus hesitantly obeys. =3=;


 * Thomas Lazarus doofs over from the recoil. =3=;;

Kid:"Look, dad! A flying puma!"

Barbarus:I smell a cutpurse. >:U

Barbarus:Ah. :B

Miron:I repeat again.. you know more than five such as you should.


 * Thomas Lazarus pockets the new platinums and dusts himself prior to a bit of wand shopping. Or perhaps he'll just give the Torrises more business.

Miron:Ah well, Haron... We shall probably soon meet again, and perhaps by the time i'll have less need to ask.

Haron Silverthrush:"It's the ears. They catch everything." The man smirks and touches the tip of one pointed ear.


 * Thomas Lazarus counts out the requisite 750 gp.. and.. notes the 2 silver left over. Tom stonefaces.

Thomas Lazarus:"I suppose it's good that I learned that food and drinks spell.."

Barbarus:Suddenly.

Thomas Lazarus:"Time to bum a place to sleep!"

Miron:My kind has good ears too. *touches his*

Barbarus:The flying puma returns, dropping one more PP off to Tom. "A gift." :D

Miron:Farewell...


 * Barbarus ninja vanish.

Thomas Lazarus:"!?"

Miron:And now, Miron goes to deal with the silly charms-seller perhaps? Let's see first

Haron Silverthrush:"Take care, inquisitor."

Dr. Hatari:I was actually kind of looking forward to the silliness of Tom being absolutely crap destitute in sparkling holy magic armor and such trying to find a place to sleep. :B

Miron:« 1d20+11 = 5 + 11 = 16 » Spellcraft on the charm, to find what we have already known - it isn't more magical than Miron's under-shorts.

Barbarus:Mkay.

Barbarus:Buying a ring of Prestidigitation. :3

Liatai:Yeah definitely not magical.

Dr. Hatari:Hahahaha.

Dr. Hatari:A new favorite item.

Liatai:WHUH-OH. XD

Dr. Hatari:I suppose you can use it for infinite graffiti advertising. :B

VAE:where does he get the money!?

VAE:those aren't that cheap, i mean

Barbarus: (( From shopping at Walmart. =3= ))


 * Dr. Hatari shakes the ring. It makes the spray-paint can ball bearing 'clackle-clackle'. :B

Miron:Miron looks for the hawker.

Miron:search or Gather Information?

Liatai:Listen. :B


 * Barbarus uses the ring on Miron as he passes by. Guess who now smells like a charred corpse for the next hour? :3

Dr. Hatari:You should be an arbiter of karma, and sick Kethanis on him.

Dr. Hatari::OMiron:Miron *already* smelled like a charred corpse

Miron:« 1d20+5 = 9 + 5 = 14 » Listen then

Liatai:It was DC 7. :B

Hawker:"Feather charms! Hawk feather charms for sale!"

Miron:*Miron approaches the guy from the back* Excuse me, Mister.

Liatai:Aw, crud. What's the word for someone who keeps birds of prey? Falconer?

Thomas Lazarus:I take it that it would be no thang for Thomas to pick up a fresh CLW wand from the Toris magic shop, 750gp, etcetera~?

Drayco:Yup.

Liatai:No trouble at all. Though you do get an odd look from Brian; "it's gone -already?-"

Hawker:"Hawk feather charms, seven silver apiece -- !!" The man jumps. O.O

Barbarus: (( ...Ahahaha. ))

Barbarus:Buying...an Elemental Gem. 0:3

Thomas Lazarus:"It ended up being a ... worthwhile purchase." He bows gratefully with the new wand aquired.

Miron:Inquisitor Steelsprocket at your service. Literally. These "charms" of yours... The definition of a "charm" or an amulet is an item, sometimes with basic "protection from evil" class spells, or other trivial spells, but universally, it is recognised as magical.

DATMASS:Hmm.

Miron:However, these trinkets are not.

DATMASS:Liatai, you logged in as a GM? :o

Liatai:Yes, why?


 * Barbarus passes by Miron again, and writes 'CHUMP' on the back of his head in passing.

Barbarus:Thank you, magic ring. :3

VAE:what's a chump?

Hawker:"Whoa now!" The man holds up his hands. "I meant charm as in bauble! These aren't the real magical ones, my uncle makes those -- but he makes them out of hawk feathers only because he swears they're good luck!"

Dr. Hatari:Sucker/rube/uhm. >.>

Hawker:"And the magic ones are called tokens, not charms!"


 * Dr. Hatari quickly runs out of synonyms. :B

Miron:In other words, you are misleading people.... And i am pretty sure if we go to the library, the definition of a charm stands as i stated.

DATMASS:http://www.thefreedictionary.com/chump

Dr. Hatari:It's not a very severe insult, in any case.

Drayco:Meany, how did you code that whisper?

Meany:Nope.

Meany:Well.

Meany:It was /rollgm

Meany::3Drayco:I think it was sent to ME instead.

Meany:Liatai? :o

Hawker:"Listen, inquisitor, I'm not dumb. I know my words. And charms can mean trinkets."

Liatai:I got it, too.

Liatai:It went to both "GMs." :3

Dr. Hatari:GM rolls for all!

Drayco:Oh...


 * Drayco is still new at this...


 * Drayco doesn't have vict-I mean, players in a game.

Miron:I never said you were dumb. The other possibility indicates a lack of certain.. moral qualities however. Not uncommon among merchants after all.

Hawker:"Inquisitor, I don't know who you're an inquisitor of, but I'm not one of those. I'm just out to make a living selling pretty things made from the feathers of the family hawks."

Miron:Well well.. Suppose it will suffice if you stop with the false advertising then... Alternately we can both pay a visit to the city watch.. makes me wonder whether the stand is registered properly and how are your taxes...


 * Thomas Lazarus walks back down the street, idly looking for Miron on the off chance that he's still about.

Barbarus:Suddenly.


 * Barbarus gives Miron a noogie in passing, and he's suddenly all the colours of the rainbow.

Barbarus:"Bwehehehehehehehe!"

Thomas Lazarus:=3=;;


 * Barbarus runs.

Thomas Lazarus:"But."

VAE:grah! you are stopping me from scaring a merchant shitless!


 * Thomas Lazarus squints in befuddlement.

Hawker:"Listen here, inquisitor, I know a threat when I hear one, and I'm telling you you're barking up the wrong tree. Tell you what. I'll take you up on that. First the dictionary. Then if you don't believe me, we'll talk to the guard. But my family won't be happy you're robbing us of precious hours of work and livelihood." May I mention that the merchant is much taller than a gnome and quite well-built?

VAE:The hawker wil go home and blog on a piece of parchment ...

Meany:"Dear Doghouse, I never thought this could happen to me..."

Meany:"But a rainbow gnome hit on me today!"


 * Liatai tosses a brick. :P

Miron:Indeed so... as long as you call them "baubles" or such... *gnome very much isn't intimidated*


 * Meany bleeds.

Meany:Despite being rainbow coloured.


 * Thomas Lazarus approaches while waving one hand slightly.


 * Hawker folds up his wares into a blanket that he tucks under his arm. "Well then? Dictionary. Let's go."

VAE:also, the gnome is rather burnt :3

Thomas Lazarus:"Ah, you're still here, brother. Good." He tries not to call undue attention to the situation. Or the relentless graffiti.

Miron:Let's go indeed..


 * Hawker nods to Thomas in passing. "Afternoon, priest."


 * Hawker does not look happy in the slightest.

Miron:Ah, Thomas!

Thomas Lazarus:Tom's expression flattens a bit. He looks straight to Miron.

Thomas Lazarus:"Have you been agitating folks again?"

Barbarus:Oh no, here he comes again.

Barbarus:He's making another bombing run.

Thomas Lazarus:!!Barbarus:Reflex saves, dc is « 1d20 = 8 » or be lavender scented.

Hawker:« 1d20+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 »

Miron:Mind waiting here for a moment? Got to get a dictionary - this man appears, for all i know of Common, to convince people he's selling magic charms which decisively aren't so.


 * Thomas Lazarus dives feet-first, baseball style. Trip attempt. =3= « 1d20+4 = 6 + 4 = 10 »

VAE:Barbaruss, you *aren't* Daryil.

Barbarus:Lolnope?


 * Hawker is now lavender-scented and tapping his foot impatiently. "You've already pulled me away from my work, let's go. The sooner this gets sorted out the better."

Miron:Indeed i did. Thomas.. make sure he doesn't flee.

Miron:*runs off to get a dictionary somewhere*


 * Hawker grabs the gnome's arm and draaaaaags him along to a library.

Thomas Lazarus:"I--but--ah--there was some business.."

Drayco:Grapple check! GRAPPLE CHECK!


 * Barbarus pounces Tom.

Thomas Lazarus:Well they look pretty busy.

VAE:now,, what should i roll, if anything>

Hawker:"Go on, get your dictionary." He crosses his arms and frowns.

Barbarus:"When you see the hawker again, give him these," he passes two PP, "to make up for the lost revenue, mkay?"

Thomas Lazarus:"You've been causing mischief, too." He accuses without turning to address the cat.

Thomas Lazarus:"..Oh. Ah, alright. I will."

Barbarus:Le pounce away, leaving rainbow pawprints all over the templar's armor.

VAE:bloody hell..Miron would kill the cat

VAE:the hawker is scamming people and hepays him


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns. How is he doing that?


 * Thomas Lazarus smears them. =3=

VAE:Rainbow pwprints? he *is* a feliform Daryil

Hawker:"Dictionary."

VAE:Well, Miron *did* run ooff to get one

Dr. Hatari:Dark knowledge check? :P

VAE:a while ago

VAE:iasked what to roll, as well, if anything.

Barbarus:Thomas is covered in rainbow smears.

Liatai:And the hawker caught him and dragged him off to a library. :B

Barbarus:Congratulations, you're a gay pride tiger.

VAE:even better so


 * Thomas Lazarus experimentally tastes the colors. =3=

Hawker:"There. 'A small ornament, such as one worn on a bracelet.'"

Miron:*is being semi - dragged away, with a determined look on his face. I'll show ya*

Miron:An item worn for its supposed magical benefit, as in warding off evil; an amulet.

Hawker:"If I was selling amulets, I would call them amulets."

Miron:And, as far as i can tell, these don't look like neiither bracelets nor ornaments... Furthermore i heard you claim they are luck charms.

Hawker:"I keep telling you that my uncle swears by them for luck! Do those rainbows interfere with your hearing?"


 * Thomas Lazarus isn't about to get mistaken for some kind of Couatl-loving rainbow guardian. He fights cantrip with orison!

Miron:Such a claim has to be propped by evidence A smith doesn't sell a bar of steel as a sword either.

Miron:What rainbows?

Barbarus:Red-chile. Orange-orange. Yellow-banana. Green-lime. Blue-blueberry. Purple-grape. Indigo-..pending, please hold.


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a gauntlet skyward and snaps his fingers purposefully. A small waterfall manifests from nowhere and thunders the three square foot radius around him. He is now soaked.

Thomas Lazarus:"There." Drips.

Miron:Look, if there was anything on them that could alter one's luck, i'd recognise it straight away. And so would any adept.

Hawker:"Oh, now I get it. You're one of those Cuthbert inquisitors who's literal about everything." >:/

Barbarus:Indigo-blackberry.

Barbarus:Sorry. =3=;;


 * Thomas Lazarus sloshes off to the library in pursuit of the bickerers. |3

Miron:In some cases, one should be literal. Especially when advertising a product.

Hawker:"Look, my uncle doesn't go anywhere without a hawk feather. He says they make it easier for him to shoot long distances, and have kept him out of trouble. The one time he didn't take one on a journey, the boat he was travelling on sank."

Miron:Anecdotal evidence doesn't prove a thing.

Hawker:They're easy to find, Thomas.

Barbarus:Danger, danger Will Robinson!

Barbarus:Bombing run in progress!

Miron:The one time i tied my shoes with my other hand i got burnt by a hellhound. That doesn't make my shoelaces anymore magical than these baubles.


 * Thomas Lazarus pointedly flips his hair out of his eyes and blinks a few times to confirm sighting.

Librarian:"Gentlemen, please be quieter! This is a library."

Barbarus:Reflex save « 1d20 = 19 » or be rendered totally clean.

Miron:Magic is a science after all. There are full tomes describiing... Oh sorry!


 * Thomas Lazarus flinches and --- oh. Well. This isn't so bad. =3=

Hawker:"Sorry," he mumbles, then continues in a heated whisper to Miron. "Now this is where the problem's coming in! I never said they were magical! They just bring good luck!"

Miron:*silently* Ah.. but your wording implied so. After all, how could they influence someone's luck otherwise?

Hawker:"They just do!"


 * Thomas Lazarus approaches again. He clears his throat. ^^;

Miron:*silently*Either you are claiming a falsehood, or something that you obviously cannot prove. Neither is very good, i'd say.


 * Barbarus zooms past.

Barbarus:Whisper. "Neither is strictly against Castleton law."

Barbarus:And suddenly, Miron once again has CHUMP written on the back of his head.


 * Thomas Lazarus begins contemplating taking his AoO's. =3=;

Miron:*silently* Actually, come up with a test...how do you think you can prove they have an effect on someone's luck?

Librarian:Suddenly! Librarian in the cat's way! "Sir, please change the books back to their normal colors." >:/

Thomas Lazarus:"--Pardon my interjection, gentlemen." He smiles awkwardly and raises an open palm.

Hawker:"-- Hello again, priest."

Barbarus:"They'd do that again in an hour, but fine. =3= Because you said please."

Thomas Lazarus:He whispers, "A concerned citizen wanted you to have this, by the way." He drops the two platinum into the Hawker's hand.

Thomas Lazarus:"And, Miron. Before you spend all day litigating.." ^^;

Barbarus:Listen check DC 5 to hear mad cackling.

Thomas Lazarus:"There was some Mace business I was hoping to speak with you and your order about."

Miron:Oh?

Hawker:"??" The hawker fumbles a little bit with the coins, blinks at them... then turns to Miron with a triumphant look and holds up a coin.

Miron:Yes.. yet anoher coin gained through tricking honest folks.


 * Thomas Lazarus shrugs helplessly at the gnome. He's just the messenger. :P

Hawker:"There's your proof. I'm carrying fifty-some-odd charms, and I've had better business today than I've had in weeks! If that's not good luck, I don't know what is!"

Barbarus:Bombing run in progress!

Librarian:"Thank you, sir."

Miron:Come on.. people's gullibility can often be almost relied on.

Barbarus:Reflex save DC « 1d20 = 8 » or have your hair change color. :3


 * Thomas Lazarus makes good on his earlier (mental) threats and tries to catch the cat in passing! Grab! =3=! « 1d20+7 = 10 + 7 = 17 »

Miron:Let's think though...you are talking about influencing luck, eh?

Barbarus:« 1d20+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 » Opposed?


 * Thomas Lazarus Tathi-locks. =3= « 1d20+7 = 8 + 7 = 15 »

Hawker:"I keep trying to tell you, I'm not out to fool anyone. I'm just out to make a living." >:( « 1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13 » Reflex...

Barbarus:« 1d20+3 = 14 + 3 = 17 » Opposed?

Barbarus: (( Dun have the grapple stuff put to memory. =3=;; ))

Miron:Supposed i throw a coin.. twenty times say. If you can guess the right side 15 times or above, it probably is so.. That should be easy with such charms of yours.


 * Thomas Lazarus fumbles over the Cattiness. "Shoo! Quit that! Where did you learn magic anyways, I don't even"

Miron:Care for a test ? >:3

Barbarus:"Ring of prestidigitation. :3"

Thomas Lazarus:"They should be more careful who gets those."

Barbarus:"Nine hundred gold, and you can infinitely colour, flavor, scent, clean, warm, cool, slightly float, and other minor tricks. :D"

Dr. Hatari:Wait, can't Miron raciall cast prestidigitation?

Dr. Hatari:Then.. can Miron counterspell it? =3=

VAE:i'm not sure, actually

VAE:he might

VAE:i'd have to check the sheet

Hawker:"It takes time, hard work, and a steady hand to make these charms. Next you're going to accuse farmers of being unscrupulous by selling 'nonmagical' fruits and vegetables because a spell was cast somewhere on their field in the past decade." >:(

Miron:Really? Farmers don't make unproven claims about their produce after all. A spud is a spud and anyone can see that with his plain eyes.

Miron:And everyone can see with his eyes if it has rotten or not.

Thomas Lazarus:"Ohmygosh it was just seven silver." He huffs.

Barbarus:"See?"

Barbarus:"This is why I've been taking time out of my madness to mess with him."

Hawker:"Father, you seem to know this inquisitor. Has he never been in a market in his whole life?" >:/

Drayco:Well, I hate to break this up, but it's almost 2am my time.

Barbarus:"Now put me down, I know this lovely shade of tartan for him." :3

Barbarus: (( Aww. ))

Liatai:Awwww.

Meany:Thanks for the server, though. :3

Drayco:No problem. Now shoo, guests. Shoo.

Thomas Lazarus:But, but..! =3=

Miron:I indeed was... but not every day does one see such a blatant....

Dr. Hatari:Poor Tom will never join the Mace.

VAE:And suddenly, there was darkness

VAE:bwahhaha

VAE:we'll have to handle it after my exams i guess

VAE:Something that was supposed to be a minor distraction kinda escalated.

Meany:Oh, the game from this point forward will be so much fun.

VAE:(i at least guess that drayco leaving means us packing up(

Meany:None of you shall be safe from it. =3=

VAE:an aside - from the #site19 IRC

VAE:she carried in her hands an ancient elvish weapon, that in +their tongue is called 'Browning Hi-Power

Dr. Hatari:Remember the rules of engagement, Meany.

Dr. Hatari:All those holding weapons are liable to be targeted. *cocks create water* =3=

Meany:"Humiliation comes before, during, and after a formal ass kicking?"

Drayco:Yup. The desktop can handle running all night, but I don't like the idea of actually letting it run.

VAE:cocks don't create water as much as let it pass through

Liatai:Har har. :P

Liatai:Thanks for hosting our madness, Drayco. :3

VAE:thanks indeed

Dr. Hatari:Indeed.

Meany:To the IRC! :D

Meany is disconnected.

Liatai:To ze IRC!

Drayco:Save logs if you want 'em.

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