Session 123

Ghostwish has connected.

VAE has connected.

Ghostwish:Yeeeeeah that's what I've been doing for the past couple of sessions. XP

Glitch has connected.

Meany has connected.

Railock has connected.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Ladymen.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">.... Impressive, if completely non-canon. x3

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">XP

VAE:<font color="#000000">wat?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(Abridged!Vegeta) &quot;This is so non-canon it hurts.&quot; (/Abridged!Vegeta)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Log sent, VAE. Sorry about my derp. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">well, I should have asked about it ^^

VAE:<font color="#000000">and there were times that we didn't have logs up for *months*

VAE:<font color="#000000">and log is up

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Woo~

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Just waiting on Hatari, then. :3

GM:<font color="#000000">In the meantime, I might as well prep some character questions. :3 Somebody pick a month?

VAE:<font color="#000000">you can grab ones at random from bobcat

VAE:<font color="#000000">unless it's a new questions file

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... actually, come to think of it.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Ma.y

VAE:<font color="#000000">in which case the month of 61st Lemuary

Liatai:<font color="#000000">If folks are running late and Hatari's not here yet, it's getting close to the time when I need to head to my petsitting job. Mind if I just post a few character questions and head out? ^^;

GM:<font color="#000000">Lemuary 61st -- Lemons. Yummy? Yuck? Only with lots of sugar?


 * GM is brick'd.

Burmice:<font color="#000000">&quot;LEMONS&quot; *.*

Railock whispers: I am back

Railock:<font color="#000000">lemonade

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Go for it I say!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Lia; not at all, sounds like a good plan. :&gt;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Never had one.

GM:<font color="#000000">Today's character question; &quot;What one person does your character most wish she didn't have to put up with, but feels she has to?&quot; ... I think I probably know the answer a lot of characters in the party will give. *brick'd*

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-frc1/s480x480/604124_584362068242487_2121395911_n.jpg

GM:<font color="#000000">May... How about this one? &quot;Is your character an introvert or an extrovert?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Extrovert. Probably the premier one of the party, really.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Introvert. Swallowtail has me beat by a longshot, however.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...A little bit of both, I suppose.&quot;

Burmice:<font color="#000000">SIlly, that's because you don't eat lemons, at least not on their own They just kinda.. .make everything better.

GM:<font color="#000000">Rapid fire!

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;How does your character deal with people who are angry with her?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yeah, you're fairly well balanced, Gnogglebolt.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;What is the first thing your character does when she gets up in the morning?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Oh easy. I open up with fireball-hey!!&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;How does your character feel about large bodies of water?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I try to find out why someone is angry with me, and address the root cause.

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;That's not how you answer that question, Tathi.&quot; =3=

GM:<font color="#000000">And now I'm off!

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Both introvert and extrovert, at different times of the day. I deal with people angry at me by being calm. Not being angry. By trying at least to talk. I love water. I don't know about legacies yet.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, Extrovert, I guess. I'm definitely no Richter.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Answered a bunch of these before, havn't we?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yeah. Your legacy was SEEDS. I remember.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Silly DM. This is why that star-faced fuck with his mary sues only asks one a day!&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Aw come on. He's good at horror!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;And?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;And...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;As for dealing with angry people, I tend to remind the fuckers they're dealing with law enforcement.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well...&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Um..&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yeah.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">star-faced fuck? Is that ghost or rail?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Rail's the one with the brain bleach pictures.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">first thing I do in the morning? Hmm...that's a good question. Check all my devices?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;As for the third, my opinion on water hasn't changed since the last time you asked. I don't want fucking water in my drink, much less under my feet.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">ghost. don't lie. you havea whole catalog of brain bleach web sites you ttried to use when you played in person on everyone in the group

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I approve

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">and gamals probably an extrovert

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">everyone must join the guardians

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">when everyone is a guardian, the guardians will RULE THE WORLD!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;When everyone is a Guardian, no one will be.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">http://thepunchlineismachismo.com/archives/comic/your-homework-is-to-go-rewatch-incredibles

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;As for the legacy, that's a hard one. Doing something about that tarrasque in the cupboard that is the new spiderfucker city somewhere out there would be something. . . but then, dukes of hell know if I can pull it off. That said, bringing Whitaker, Altonor and Cal'tel to justice, and make sure our fair city of Braxton Falls will not suffer pillaging by their like ever again would be. . . acceptable.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, the likes of the second two. The first merely abandoned faith and reason and took a shit all over our doctrine and. . .you get the drift.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">welp, gonna play some star conflict if any want to join?

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

</i>Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( Lia is away at work, Hatariz. ))

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">have ghostwish text me when lia's back

Burmice:<font color="#000000">For reference, the first thing *I* do after waking up is get Muri to bring me eyedrops. You wouldn't believe how dry it gets even under the eyepatch. Hell, winters are the worst - you try picking between shivering under a pile of blankets, or breaking trance with burning, bloodshot eye.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Back! :D

VAE:<font color="#000000">wb!

Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( Pingalingaling. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( Lia's back! ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( Wb. ))

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Here's a last character question to get folks warmed up while the DM attends to a suddenly needy dog. ^^; What's your character's favorite season?

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">I've only seen Autumn and Winter so far.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">I reserve judgement until I have seen all four.


 * Ghostwish wakes up.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I return from foodz. :U

Burmice:<font color="#000000">Hard to say. Seasons in the surface world are a zero sum game between nasty weather and flies,maggots and what have you. Believe me, there are few more tedious jobs than having to sanitize your familiar after every time she decides to nap in the sun.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">I'd say, autumn. Perfect travelling weather, and that's harvest season. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Hmm...I'd say winter. Nothing better than sitting close to a warm running incindigas boiler in the middle of a chill. |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">Hmm. Probably late summer or autumn. Around the time I joined the Mace, see, and my first patrols.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Summer, or spring. I enjoy spending time outdoors in the warm weather, and watching the fish and insects.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Spring or autumn, either one. Winter's too cold, and summer...the heat sometimes reminds me of bad memories of other places.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">Not winter. :| I hate snow, and snow hates my leg. Same for ice.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">Late summer or autumn if I had to pick.

Miron:<font color="#000000">You haven't hated snow before you have chased a scumbag along a pissy colleague's dog, in a snowstorm, when the snow reached up to your damn balls.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I keep saying winter. WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING ME, MINK. D| *bricked*

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">Brother, I live in YORIVER. =3= *points at Igor and Nina*

Miron:<font color="#000000">Point taken, but Igor's a fine lad from what I recall.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Inquisitor Madison from back in the Rock was a different story alltogether.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">whatever season hs the most tournaments of combat prowress to cmpete in

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Winter. Summer is always too hot for me. Armor, a black uniform, and heavy activity tend to not blend well with summer heat.

Miron:<font color="#000000">What's with the black uniforms? I can't recall if we got the same when I served here some five-six decades ago, but most places' issued dress is more light grey.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">It looks more professional. Also, the DM found a large set of matching portraits in black high-collars with white trim. *brick'd*

GM:<font color="#000000">Righto, who's here?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Meowmix.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">no one

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( Ahoy. ))

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Present, mostly, slightly distracted.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Supplier constraints, I see *brick'd*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, pizza. :9

GM:<font color="#000000">Mmkay! So. Last session on Akellon.

GM:<font color="#000000">The Guardians and their Mace allies swept the rest of the Yoriver Mace HQ, including the basement and the hidden shrine. A few walls were broken, but it was for a good cause -- the rescue of an inquisitor trapped within them. They were a bit too late for another inquisitor, though.

GM:<font color="#000000">Following the passageway past a new door, squashed together to stay within Thomas' magic circle against evil, they continued into the Underdark, where they found the last missing inquisitor, flanked by erinyes and possessed. The group made short work of them, and now, we pick up shortly after the halfling's exorcism...


 * Swallowtail looks at Sszeyl's offering. &quot;... I do not know how to use that... and it is tainted.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl offered what now?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There.. that should do it.&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">The halfling draws a deep breath, letting it out slowly before nodding somberly to Thomas. (Question -- is Thomas wearing his badge openly?)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;How are you feeling? Any injuries? Lingering effects..?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Can be purified though. And perhaps just a wall-ornament then, unless you would be willing to learn? (:3&quot; Awkward smile. &quot;Not good at this gift thing.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain looks up after helping Shankfang dispatch the ethereal possessing spirit. &quot;That went well enough, I suppose.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Welcome back to being control of your own mind again, halfling.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom wears his badge on his overcoat, on the breast. When he's wearing this, he's not hiding his affiliation from anyone.

Miron:<font color="#000000">No bikes at all.

</i><font color="#000000"> The short inquisitor has calmed down, and is back to normal, the expression in his face the usual suspicious glare

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl; the icedevil's spear? Did I already have Serrierr take care of it? :B I don't recall.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">hay where's ram

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">his mother's sick, remember?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Now I do. XP

VAE:<font color="#000000">I think he said he's gonna be gone

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">He hasn't showed up since his mom went into cardiac arrest. :(

VAE:<font color="#000000">he showed up in IRC plenty, ust not in game

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">yeah wont be here tomorrow either

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Understandable, I saw. Just forgot.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That's a pretty good excuse for once so I won't give him shit this time.

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( this time? :P ))

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;I owe you, brother exorcist.&quot; He looks around. &quot;... And you, Stanford.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well his usual excuse is 'I felt like it and am an unaccountable brat DEAL WITH IT \o/'


 * Edaric is watching Miron with some concern.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's Lieutenant Stanford.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( Glitch, yes. ))

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;So, what are our wagers as to where that passage leads?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Probably to a safehouse of sorts.&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's for the high command to decide.&quot; He threads his shield back onto his back. &quot;After Whitaker, I assume.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Just doing my duty.&quot; He looks off into the far tunnel.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Wherver it happens to lead. I put 20 platinum on that.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'd bet the basement of some building around.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;That's cheating.&quot; Aelian says with a grin to Gamal.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah! Smartest thing you said today, Gamal.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Didn't say there was any rules about where you couldn't put your bet.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Brushgather, do you know where this tunnel goes? Have you been down it before?&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Care to identify yourselves, or need I eavesdrop more?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket, Braxton Falls branch.&quot;


 * Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather turns and looks up at Vonain. &quot;... That's not one of our badges.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Gamal-Junayd, of the Vigilant Guardians. Registered adventuring company out of castleton. Working with the steel shepherds to clean out this devil infestation.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's a triple we rescued.&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;Triple?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm working co-currently with your branch right now, mister Brushgather.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We have a number of adventurers and well-armed civilians with us.&quot; ^^;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Some trinity thing from down south.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot; Do I really need to say it? &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bless you for not having met. Radiant Trinity, a bunch from down south trying to do our job there.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;If triple is the worst he calls you, he probably likes you vonain.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Hmph. Would have thought even a halfling up here would have heard of us, we've been around for centuries. Then again, we're no so open as the Mace is...oh well.&quot;

Aelian whispers: Stupid forgetful.. aelian and edaric are from redwood or redtree? THAT RED TOWN. XP

You whisper to Ghostwish: Oakridge. XP

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian just nods with a smirk to Tathi. &quot;Aelian Cyadarith, from Oakridge.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Centuries? Now that's a good one.&quot;

Aelian whispers: TREE SOMETHING. *flips table*

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Inquisitor Thomas Lazarus, from Castleton. Also a Vigilant Guardian.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;How many of you are even there? A score all in all? Haven't heard of before I moved to Castleton, either.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;That'd be Lord Aelian, as I'm Lady Eyllisaearsithek of Eytherinu.&quot;

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Tathi 'Noface' Eyllisaearsithek.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;So, shall we keep going? If our target is fleeing, and this was left to slow us down...then standing around talking is letting this work better and better. We should at least move while we talk.&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I see.&quot; The halfling nods to Vonain. &quot;I cannot tell you, beyond what that hellbeast allowed me to overhear.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lord and lady like the trees.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;How are our casters' supplies of spells, before we continue? All of our men are now accounted for, save Whitaker.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Pretty low.. but enough important ones to still fight in another proper skirmish.&quot;


 * Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather shakes his head. &quot;... The passage of time is difficult to detect, here, but it will take a strong push to make headway, Stanford.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Still doing allright.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl keeps holding the harpy.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Does anyone have somewhere I can put her, or do I keep carting her around?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Moderately well, Lieutenant. I have kept the most effective prayers for the case of meeting him.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">It's an Erinyes. For the second time, it just has wings. =w=;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Could just reduce her to a head. that's be easy to carry around.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">I'm calling it a harpy as a derrogatory term.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;My magic doesn't exhaust, as you know, but I think--ah.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">YOUR FACE IS DERROGATORY.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good job interrogating that.&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whitaker fled up the passageway...&quot; He jerks his head in the direction of the upper tunnel. &quot;... And from the gossip of those devils, he's likely already at the fort.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">YOUR FACE IS A FINGER.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Even with human corpses it is hard enough.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Mister Sszeyl? I thought we wanted at least -one- of them alive, after Sheyhsanthi killed our earlier prisoner?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. . . Already at the fort?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Does this lead all the way there?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;How?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ah.. I had forgotten about that.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Besides, an erinyes is higher up the ranks than a barbazu, so she'll probably know more.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Lyle could use.. that.&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;I couldn't tell you, Steelsprocket.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I mean, it's rock around us. Even if devils worked at it it'd take decades to dig just a single tunnel that long.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain then turns back to Falstaff. &quot;Aha, as I suspected, this most likely does indeed go all the way to the fort, and Whitaker is certainly beyond our reach...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Maybe they had decades.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But that'd suggest that Montclaire and Whitaker aren't the first heretics.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Or just a transmuter.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Miron, if a natural tunnel like this runs most of the way..it might of taken them a lot less time.&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whitaker has always been fond of controlling everything, including information. He didn't share with his sacrificial shield.&quot; The halfling folds his arms. :|

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Perhaps, but that'd be awful luck.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">it does look like natural tunnel right now, right?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Didn't Yoriever have a lot of coal mines? Maybe this was one way back when.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 3 + 5 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Arch + eng

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Yes.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">It looks like rough-hewn tunnel.


 * Thomas Lazarus shrugs.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I know we need her alive.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Pressing forward just enough to -see- what kind of defenses they have below the fort as long as we pull back before we're detected may be worthwhile, but, on the other hand... if we are detected, we will certainly have to flee, and if we want to use this passage later to get a strikeforce in, we'll have effectively put them on alert and double whatever security we see.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tathi, this looks like hewn, not natural.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And you *don't* build a mine under the town&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Then a coal mine branch is more likely.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;But she is heavy, and slows me down too much to carry her into battle.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I say it's worth the risk, though.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's a recipe for sinkholes.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyone have other ideas or objections?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have lived with dwarves for a few years. Trust me.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Doesn't mean they didn't. Not everyone mines intelligently.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Field commander Stanford?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;What's your evaluation?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If it was a demonic infestation, I'd be with you.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus is simply listening, cradling his chin in one hand. &quot;...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Devils aren't stupid, thoug.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyone able to tell how long ago this was carved?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;If it was made long before the devils came though...&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">You have 0 / 1 requires dwarves.

Miron whispers: Should I roll again for that?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Knowledge; Arc--hrm. Actually, Dungeoneering is probably more applicable here...

You whisper to VAE: Sure sure.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 16 + 5 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Arc+eng

Miron:<font color="#000000">How old does this work look?

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain then seems to actually hear the side-conversation going on about the tunnel. &quot;Does it really matter who made it and how right this very moment? It obviously exists, since we're standing in it, and it hasn't collapsed yet, and neither will it vanish in a puff of logic just because you think it shouldn't be here.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;It's here, it's real, move on with life.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It does matter.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;It has implications with how deep the infestation is.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Well. I do feel we ought to bring our 'captive' back to Lyle before dragging her along with us to scout, at the very least. My protection spell will last almost two hours, so we have time to make a few trips to and fro.&quot; He looks to Roy for affirmation, though.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Knowledge is power. The more we know about our enemy's means ,the better we can prepare.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Implications that are not immediately necessary to know. Right now, we need to decide whether or not to try and probe the defenses below the fort, or head back now.&quot;

You whisper to VAE: Fairly recent... and here's something else strange, you notice by looking at the walls. The tool marks are oddly in line with each other, crisscrossing in rough patterns on the wall. You know of no tools that could make such precisely even, but rough marks.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If it is true this was made longer ago, then there's no guarantee the corruption is contained within this town. Montclaire could ust be one in a line.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Six dicks of Hextor, look at this.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;We'll have plenty of time to contemplate this on the way out.&quot;

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

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Not on the way in.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;We cannot risk her awakening, and we have exorcisms to attend to as well before the victims wake if at all possible. If nothing else, let us return to headquarters -- ?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt perks up from fiddling with one of his devices. &quot;Huh?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus glances overshoulder at the commotion.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look at the wall,&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tell, me, which mined lines their chisel up with a straightedge to get every chunk off there in line.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell, with how stone chips, even that wouldn't work.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Furrowing his brow, Gnogglebolt moves closer and examines &quot;the wall&quot;. Knowledge Architecture &amp; Engineering? &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 13 + 18 = 31&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This looks recent, and fucking odd.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks baffled. &quot;?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;If we take her back, can she be bound without gnogglebolts device preventing her escape? If not, best to just put an end to her, and push on to the castle. Those devils at the castle are likely to know the most for interrogation anyway.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a finger. &quot;Lyle can subdue her properly.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi quirks an eyebrow.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 18 + 9 = 27&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; knowledge architecture!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Better than I, even. It's his entire trade.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The dents on the wall are in line. I have never seen shit like that. Not even in dwarven forts&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Polished walls, sure. But this?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;My belt is still on, and using fuel. I can accompany someone who takes her back.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Magic? Would explain the speed it was carved.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That is strange. The tool marks are oddly in line with each other, crisscrossing in rough patterns on the wall. You know of no tools that could make such precisely even, but rough marks. What's more, it looks fairly recent... Dungeoneering or Arcana could giv eyou more.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+21 = 11 + 21 = 32&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; Knowledge Arcana!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+21 = 14 + 21 = 35&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Arcana

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 15 + 9 = 24&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; knowledge dungeoneering!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi closes her eyes briefly.. and opens her mind to the wealth of knowledge within. Loremaster check. &#171; &#160;1d20+10+5 = 12 + 10 + 5 = 27&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; knoweldge check, much like bardic knowledge, on various topics.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglbolt furrows his brows more. &quot;....Waitaminute...&quot;

You whisper to VAE: ... They look almost like bite marks, don't they?

You whisper to Ghostwish: ... They look almost like bite marks, don't they?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. . . the fuck.&quot;

Gnogglebolt whispers: Would Gnogglebolt recognize such precise, crisscrossing marks as....machine-tooled?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It could .. no, that's silly.&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;What?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;No, I think you're on the right train of thought, bike whisperer. It looks like something bit through the rock.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It almsot looks like something bit the fucking wall. Like a dog biting a cabinet&quot;

You whisper to Glitch: They're not -that- precise.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You too?&quot;

Gnogglebolt whispers: oh.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait. Wait a minute&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...hrm. Well, I'm baffled.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've never seen stonework like this before.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;When we went into the underdark...didn't they warn us of worms that burrowd through rock?&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Bit?&quot; Grant sounds skeptical.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Like Bulettes?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;If they controlled one of those...they could easilyy carve all the rock tunnels they wanted. and could be escaping the fort right this isntant!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look at it. It's, the stone didn't chip so much as was bitten off.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Correct. A moment.&quot; Anything from dungeoneering?

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;They could be building escape tunnels as fast as they could flee!&quot;

You whisper to Ghostwish: That was your result.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Malcanthet's winged cunt.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain suddenly jolts with alertness. &quot;...Oh, sons of owlbears.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then we need to return to the surface and pass on this information, quickly.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;...Yes, Altonor did warn us about purple worms and other such tunneling beasties.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We indeed do. . . &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Alright, alright.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Purple worms? But how would a summoner control one of those?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's get going, then.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;But which creature actually bites its way through? A bullete tunnels, as does an umber hulk..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They'd need a druid.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;The army needs to be warned if they have such things under their control.&quot; Stanford's already starting to walk off.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;So, no probing the fort defenses then? Very well. Full retreat.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;What about catching up to them? Could someone tleport to the army and let them know while we push on?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, we got no time to lose..&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;How did a summoner control us, Steelsprocket?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Miss Tathi, do you know why they're called purple worms?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. . . Possession?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Worms eat dirt and rock.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Like I said. They could possess a dining rool candlestick.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You can do that to. .. Nerull's dick in Gruumsh's eye. Igor's dog was possessed too.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A beast is no problem. Even if it is vast.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They can, and they likely did.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;You sure do know a lot about creatures.. for a warlock.&quot; Tathi says skeptically.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Someone else is carrying the fucking dog this time,&quot; Grant grumbles.

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

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">Arooooooooo. She keeps trying to jump on Grant. :3

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt heads towards the back of the line, making sure the incapacitated erinyes is still covered by his belt. He's getting worried about his incindigas stocks, though, been burning through a lot...

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Tavia, down.&quot; |3

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Down! Git!&quot; &gt;:E

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I still think it'd be best to push on. we could be hot on their heals, and letting the army know...just gives them more time to escape.&quot;


 * Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather evaluates the dog.

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">How much dows Tavia weigh, about?

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I vote we take the erinyes back to the summoner, first.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We need to change our entire approach as-is.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They can dig out *anywhere*&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;For what it's worth.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We heard he's already at the fort.. we're not rushing straight at their bulwark, weakened and alone.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">Big dog? A good eighty pounds, maybe.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Any efforts of the army, as-is are set up to fail.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's what we're doing, Sszeyl.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They need the knowledge.&quot;


 * You roll to yourself: 100*(3/4) =&gt; 100 * 3 / 4 = 75.00Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Get down here, and bring that devil.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, if someone had a sending ready. . . &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;No, it looks like you're arguing again.&quot;


 * Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather steps over to the dog, and offers a hand...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your eyes need checking then, we've already agreed we need to head back immediately.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now let's go!&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">... before hoisting Tavia onto his shoulders. How --

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#FF0000">Her legs still almost reach the ground. =w=;

</i>Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">Woof! Wagwagwagwag. Need I say how preposterous a little halfling with a dog AS BIG AS HE IS on his back looks? XP

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shouldn't the dog be carrying you, brother?&quot; *laughs*

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi is trying so hard not to laugh.

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;... She trained?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Why does the dog need to be carried at all. Fine fine, we'll head back. Lets just MOVE then.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Because she can't climb, silly.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Then could wait untill we need ot climb to carry her.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd : <font color="#000000">&quot;Still think if they thought it important enough to leave a rear guard, pushing hard towards them now is likely to have results.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">One cramped trip through the tunnel later...

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">Tail still wagging.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If we let you and Shankfang do whatever confident things you wanted, the roster would be a lot different today. Settle down, hero.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well said, brother.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl examines the sword. Shame that Swallowtail didn't want it. :c Can I get info on the sword, specifically the type?

GM:<font color="#000000">It's a longsword.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Long, scimi, short, bastard, feather.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Etc.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Cool.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;If they have such a worm that can eat through rock and stone and are looking to escape...they are probably already doing so.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The erinyes' sword.

Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( Sszeyl took one of the Erinyes' swords. ))

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Sometimes, to ensure victory, risks must be made.&quot;

Tavia: <font color="#9900ff">(( MUZAK https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8n5gUdFh1k ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Three quarters of the time, all your risks would ensure is an early grave.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">what map are we moving to?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think you're just ignoring the part we keep saying about him already being there, and want to charge more.&quot; :T

GM:<font color="#000000">Mace Basement. It've already copied you.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you saying you haven't trained yourself enough to ensure that when risks come, you are confident of success? Perhaps you should spend less time boozing and cursing, and more trainging then.&quot;

Sszeyl has received initiative.Sszeyl has received initiative.Sszeyl has received initiative.Sszeyl has received initiative.Sszeyl has received initiative.Sszeyl has received initiative.Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">theres two of us

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">When you get there, Lyle is interrogating a small smoky winged figure in a cage of silver, in a harsh-sounding tongue. &quot;Ah... There you are. With a live, corporeal specimen, no less.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Once everyone's arrived back in the room with Lyle, Gnogglebolt looks at the Erinyes, then shuts off his belt. Now, DM, how many tens of minutes has it been since the beginning of the operation on the doorstep of the Mace? :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh.. yes. We were just returning her to you and to report.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep, here we are, with a songbird.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Say, Lyle, you got any scrolls of sending left?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd whispers: theres another copy of the party further up the tunnel

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom frowns and points at the altar. &quot;First, though, what can you tell us about that?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Because we came across a major FUBAR&quot;


 * Lyle Petersen points a hand toward the smoky winged creature. &quot;I have no use for -- do not cross the circle, lightblood.&quot; &gt;:|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Is it inherently dangerous..? Or were spirits just using it to hide in?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yes, that altar was rather intruiging and intimidating at the same time.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tets

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">There we go.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's inherently dangerous now there's a summoning circle around it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's inherently dangerous now there's a summoning circle around it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Why am I losing face all the time?


 * Lyle Petersen sighs, and waves a hand with a spell-phrase as the caged spirit shrieks, then vanishes with a puff of sulfurous-smelling smoke. &quot;So much for theatrics.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Maybe you should draw a new one? *brick'd*

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Lia DM, I don't want to be a pest, but please, how many tens of minutes has it been since we started at the Mace's front door? ^^; I need to know how many vials of incindigas to deduct from my inventory.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Next time you see me interrogating a creature, Guardians, you would do well to watch your mouths. Fiendish negotiations are delicate things.&quot; He pushes his glasses back up on his nose. &quot;Particularly with erinyes.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Hmmm.. probably.. twentyish. .-.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hatari's got it.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">twenty times ten minutes?

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">twenty minutes

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Kinda like me trying to interrogate a corpse, huh?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">No just twenty minutes. XP

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Okay, then two tens of minutes.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Thank you.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Killer to get them to speak, much less make sense.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;So, um, can we pass through this room anytime soon, mister Petersen?&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Corpses don't rise up to try to kill you and damn your immortal soul if you speak the wrong word to them. Without outside influence, of course.&quot; He lights a cigarette.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Well, sorry. But about the altar..?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;In our line of work, things happen allright.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;The altar itself is only that. It's the spell it served as the focus for that's more disconcerting.&quot; He waves the lit cigarette about in a gesture. &quot;This whole area is desecrated -- or rather, unhallowed, in technical terms.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I see.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Either way. Things here are fucked up beyond belief Lyle. There's a new cave down there. Apparently bitten through by a possessed rock-eating worm or somesuch, if the lot of us are looking at it right.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;All I know that the excavation is recent and looks awfully like bitemarks of a fuckton of small, parallel teeth.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;...At any rate, we need to get back to the temple as soon as possible. Is it alright if we scootch around the edge, archavist Petersen?&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;We'll likely require your eladrin friend's help to contain the -- edge of what?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Either way, if it's true, means that Montclaire and your old commander can dig through rock faster than a drunk duergar with a giant's shovel.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We need to get a word to the shepherds. So, you got that scroll of sending with ya?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Around the edge of this room.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You had one left for this sort of shit, if I recall.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Can we get through this room or not.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;No need to get testy.&quot; He exhales a bit of smoke. &quot;You were edging dangerously close to the altar in your haste, Radiant. Had you interrupted the circle I drew, the fiend would be free. The Hextorian emblem is mere decoration.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;&quot;Thank you.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Speaking of which.&quot; &gt;|3c He tosses a scroll over the heads of everyone nearby to Miron. &quot;You have a live specimen?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 4 + 3 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Reflex catch?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep, Sszeyl's carrying it around. She looks like a rained-on hen.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bring it here, and be careful. Don't nudge the circle on the altar.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl does.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">...I impersonated the new token.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">The helll is this.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">:T

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">There.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Commander? With the scroll, I can relay the information to Senior Analyst Thorngage who can relay it to the Shepherds, if not directly them. We could save a few hours of time.&quot;

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


 * VAE facepaw. Consistency


 * Roy Stanford nods. &quot;We can use the extra minutes to attempt some exorcisms. That is, if you are up to them, Inquisitor Lazarus?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;A few hours? It will only take us ten or twenty minutes to get back to the temple, what madness are you talking about?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you, Lieutenant.&quot;


 * Lyle Petersen clears his throat. &quot;... And if you could clear the room so I may begin my work without your obvious auras of do-goodery clouding the air?&quot; =3=

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


 * Leila Cooper nods to the halfling as he passes by. &quot;Good to see you, Falstaff. .... You're covered in green fur.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Hey, she's shedding.&quot; |P


 * Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather huffs. &quot;Better that than my own blood.&quot; =3=

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

Leila Cooper:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Oh, right. Might want to tread carefully in the next few rooms.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Okay, what's to roll for sending?

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">scroll casting


 * VAE facepaw

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Better sooner than later, anyways. The magic circle will help the process.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No roll, it's on your spell list. It just takes 15 minutes to cast.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, I'll stay here for a while, need a bit of quiet to cast the spell.&quot;

Kor:<font color="#9900FF">'Lo again.

City Rat:<font color="#000000">You people took my meat! &gt;:E

Kor:<font color="#9900FF">You were eating disgusting human flesh, yeesh. Have some pride in yourself. You're a rat!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">That belonged to someone. :|

City Rat:<font color="#000000">It did! It belonged to ME! &gt;:E

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Don't make me point you out to my sister for adoption. :| *bricked*

City Rat:<font color="#000000">I'LL BITE YOUR TOES OFF.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl throws some jerky at the rat.

City Rat:<font color="#000000">-- MEAT &gt;8O

City Rat:<font color="#000000">The rat scurries after it.

Kor:<font color="#9900FF">Now THAT's good eating. Hey. The rat looks pointed at Sszeyl. GIMMIE SOME.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl does.

Kor:<font color="#9900FF">OM NOM NOM. You may live. For now.

City Rat:<font color="#000000">Omnmnmnmnmnm MEAT &gt;8O

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">Who's going up top for exorcism duty?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Lazarus, I believe.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Sorry, where's everyone else going? |P

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas is indeed going to use his own exorcism powers. :P

Miron:<font color="#000000">In the meantime the short inquisitor is at work with the scroll, mumbling arcane phrases with his book open.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">The group's halfway up the stairs, and then a shout reaches them from the basement -- &quot;Don't forget the cats!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">A corner is as good a place as any.


 * Swallowtail stands guard while Miron studies.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I forget.. did anyone check those cats for possession?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Don't think so... Tom, did you?&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Cats.&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;They possessed stray cats? Why...&quot; :/

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;It's kind of disgusting what lows they will sink to get a foothold in this world..&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus clears his throat.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Yes. They've been addressed. There was an outburst I had to attend to..&quot; =w=;

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: Thomas would know, then, that three of the other cats are possessed.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;That's good.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Luckily, no one was hurt before Senior Inquisitor Warner was exorcised. A few of the cats are unconscious, but alive.. and still haunted.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The assault was more pressing at the moment.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Warner, collect your cats and bring them to the mess.&quot; =w=;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes sir.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">anyways, ping me when I can slap in the sending after.

VAE:<font color="#000000">since Miron's busy until then

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Commander, could I possibly take this time to point out that is the oddest order you have ever issued?&quot; The elf says with a smirk.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot; It's not the first time he's been ordered to herd his cats. &quot; =w=

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;But into the mess? Really sir?&quot; He says, chuckling.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">DESPERATE TIMES.


 * Roy Stanford opens the door, and claps twice for attention. &quot;On alert. Whitaker has fled to the keep, and likely has access to a digging beast. Be aware of any suspicious noises.&quot;

Horm Bladebeard:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah'll dig up the old tremorsense spell, sir.&quot;

Sheythsanthi: <font color="#9900ff">(( okay, need to afk a bit to feed pooch and player. ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom heads inside and fires up his slayer's sight. It'll be a long ordeal, taking care of all of the minor fiends latching onto souls like leeches, here.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Fortunately, there's no limit on excorcism, and his circle of protection will aid him for an hour or two.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Is it fair to say that a rather straightforward if time consuming procedure is then carried out in the mess, with Tom channeling holy powers and sanctification mantras with symbol in hand, or are there any unusually formidable challenges in store?

Inquisitor Rumariron Arisanaro:<font color="#000000">There is one.

Inquisitor Rumariron Arisanaro:<font color="#000000">What's the highest Tom can get on an exorcism, again?

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl disengages the hat-o-illusions, and stands next to Swallowtail.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">As always, Vonain is on standby with his Spirit Blast to eliminate incoporeal possessors.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Let's see.. 24, taking 20, and assuming the magic circle gives a +2 circumstance bonus, 26. Versus a DC of.. 10+HD+Chamod.

VAE:<font color="#000000">. . . you know

VAE:<font color="#000000">Robert and Alyssa Irving even friggin' look alike

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">There's some distracting action in the background as Grant brings in armful after armful of fluff.

VAE:<font color="#000000">They are like Yoriver's Richter and Robin

VAE:<font color="#000000">just opposite order, kinda

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Teehee, Big Boss.

VAE:<font color="#000000">kitties ,y u so cute

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;So.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Does Amaya have a lot of cave networks?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">I recognize a few of those kittens. :3


 * Ghostwish is still primarily afk. Just checking in.

GM:<font color="#000000">Big Boss, Little Boss, and Tiger are the possessed ones, but I'm sure no one would begrudge Tom a few extra moments of kitty-petting fluff-time. :B

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*o*

VAE:<font color="#000000">How can you begrudge anyone for that

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">THEY ARE SO TINY TO ME. /heavy


 * Gamal-Junayd paces around impatiently, thinkinf of the enemy getting further and further away in worm tunnels.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">--But--no! Kitties.. *tears attention away* what about the fiend in inquisitor Rum? |D;

Inquisitor Rumariron Arisanaro:<font color="#000000">Back to the problem elf, though. You can feel the fiend resisting your every move, a solid, immovable block, laughing at your every attempt. Even with the magic circle, there's no progress... that osyluth has made itself right at home, and is making no signs of moving any time soon.


 * Thomas Lazarus growls. &quot; Somehow..&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks away to Roy, the glow of his channeling fading away.


 * Roy Stanford, in the background, is affixing manacles to the unconscious inquisitors.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I've managed to exorcise everything present.. except for the beast afflicting the elven inquisitor, here.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;What's keeping that from happening?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't know. I've exorcised Osyluths before. There must be something else going on. Something special.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus shakes his head.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well, hrm.&quot; Tathi thinks for a moment. What knowledge check would she need for things a possessing entity could use to entrench itself?

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;... There must be a way. ... What do you recommend?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It could simply be a particularly nasty specimen.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">And in the meanwhile, the inquisitor is still casting.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Yes, there are still ways.&quot;

You whisper to VAE: Send away. Who are you sending to?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Given time, I could prepare proper spells to attempt to force it back to Hell. It would be dangerous keeping him secure in that time, though. It would need to be on hallowed ground overnight, well-restrained, and observed.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Until then.. I'm afraid it's just beyond my techniques.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Given the count's campaigning, that leaves the temple of Pelor.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Do de do.

Miron:<font color="#000000">To Senior Analyst Gradia Thorngage: '''Steelsprocket sending. New caves below Mace. Rock bitten through. Possessed purple worms suspect. Heretics can dig anywhere, quickly, dig through siege. Inform Steel Shepherds stat.'''

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Sorry, Swan Song.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Waiting for plot to conclude so hum drum conversation can keep going. :v

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">It's okay.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">I can be patient.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Just need to let the DM know I'm alive every so often. :B

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I do not know. Sea caves. Why?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus rubs his chin and frowns. &quot;..I'm still curious as to the source of this trouble.. permission to search this man's person, commander Stanford?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">COULDA TOLD YA DAT. |P

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Two things.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;One, you do not seem...too upset with being underground so often. Most humans would find it stifling.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Two, I do have a habit of buying up underground property to maintain, when I visit.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Possessed what?! -- This whole town could collapse. -- Will send message, attempt scrying. News from front -- barrier encountered, severe injuries, deaths among infantry. Unable to press.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sorry, distraction central D|

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Recettear was on sale the other day.

VAE:<font color="#000000">is it still?


 * Dr. Hatari was comically tempted to buy Lia and lynx copies.

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I should check x3

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor rushes upstairs.


 * Roy Stanford nods. &quot;Permission granted.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom gently props up and searches Inquisitor Rum's person with a pat-down and inspection. He's especially on the lookout for any strange baubles. &gt;:.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have relayed the information, Lieutenant.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Adventurer instinctual urge to loot, suppressed.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">GIVE IIIN.

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( is back. recel what now? ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The game Gradia's token is from.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">A silly adventurer RPG merchant simulator.

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( whut. |P ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Senior Analyst Thorngage might confer with us by scrying, if I understood right. The Steel shepherds apparently encountered heavy resistance and are regrouping.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">He helps point out anything magical -- there's not much on him. A pack of handkerchiefs, a healer's kit (with some potent-smelling herbal medicines in it -- preventatives, mainly), a scattering of pens, a pair of magical earrings, a magical rapier, magical leather armor, magical gloves, a magical ring, and a magical amulet.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Where you sell loaves of bread to warriors for like $200 dollars and they buy it because they have no grasp of the value of currency in video games, and you make adorable snarks behind their backs.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Anyone of those could assist with a possession..&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( I AM JUDGING YOU RIGHT NOW. ))

Railock:<font color="#000000">It's actaully kind of fun. and has quotes like &quot;CAPTALISM HO!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hmm.. Tathi, I don't suppose you could identify what this enchanted jewelery does?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's probably just service equipment.. but I want to make sure it isn't fortifying the host.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Sure. Give me a bit. That spell takes some time.&quot; Tathi says, and she promptly does. We can forego the drunken shenanigans for the sake of everyone present. |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well.. hold that thought for a little while, then. We'll probably have time before long.&quot; He stands.

Inquisitor Rumariron Arisanaro:<font color="#000000">The earrings are clearly a custom job -- +8 on Concentration checks. +3 leather armor, a +1 keen rapier, +3 gloves of dexterity, a ring of protection +1, and an amulet of natural armor +1.


 * Thomas Lazarus looks to Stanford. &quot;I've done what can be done.. for now.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">And fuck .From what I read, yet another game that runs in linux like crap, and doesn't work in VirtualBox at all. *sigh*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh well. |D;

VAE:<font color="#000000">like, from what i read somewhere there are textures missing and sht.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;So, we've got to get the still-possessed inquisitor back to the temple, and put under guard within the hallowed ground?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well, will have to wait for me to get a new lappy after I'm done with college

VAE:<font color="#000000">and/or set up dual boot in this one with old Win XP

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That is my suggestion.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;We should get him to the temple as soon as possible, then.&quot; He nods to Vonain.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. Does anyone expect any trouble in transit? I'm not sure if the devil can hear us while the host is unconcious, but if it can, that will likely be it's best chance to bail out.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'll stay by the inquisitor in transit. The aura will prevent any funny business. I don't believe it can sense anything that the host himself cannot, while possessed. As far as it is likely expecting.. it is in no danger, and biding time until he awakens.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi cites it all off. &quot;Well, I didn't find anything out of the ordinary..&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sobers a bit. &quot;..Atleast on Hallowed ground, he won't be able to exert influence over the man, or possess anyone else.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods to Tathi. &quot;..Thank you. I'm stumped, though, if that's so. Maybe it's just a veteran Osyluth.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Good enough then. If anyone did expect any trouble, I was going to fly ahead and fetch Serrierr. But if we can manage, then let's head out. No time to lose, and we're not waiting on anything, are we?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;For scrying by Senior Analyst Thorngage, possibly.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Shouldn't we be running back to the temple anyway?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks over. &quot;Scrying where?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe we could check in with the halfling from Braxton Falls while we're there, if she's scrying something.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I expect here - she was most disturbed by the news, and is now relaying them to the Steel Shepherds, as I was saying ten minutes ago.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;...uM.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's Senior Analyst Thorngage for you, not &quot;the halfling from Braxton.&quot;&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm.. that'll take an hour. It'll be safer to let the rescued inquisitors rest on Hallowed ground.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I would take that to mean she was going to try and scry for the worm.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Uh... you're right.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Besides, we can get to the temple in twenty minutes.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;It's not too far, the city isn't that big.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I haven't thought of that.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I mean, seriously, why would she bother scrying on us when we're on our way back anyway?&quot;

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

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

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;All of them?&quot; He seems a bit stunned for a moment... but then looks over the unconscious and stunned inquisitors, making a headcount. &quot;... We'll need a cart.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus waves a hand in the air. &quot;Don't worry about it.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">o_o; &quot;Oh dear.. you're right.&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's one in the stables -- anyone's guess if we can track down a horse.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Nerull's rotten dick. . . what's wrong with me. I'm not that old. Not yet. Maybe it's something about this place.

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Sszeyl and I can manage.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's be on our way.&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll help.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can, uh, drag one or two people...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Pity Tomiko isn't here.. she could just throw the whole lot of them on her shoulders, and down the street she'd go.&quot;


 * Grant Warner huffs. &quot;... What a sight this'll be.&quot; He scoops up an armful of cats. &quot;I'll get the cart, and some ropes.&quot; =3=

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;THat is.. terrible, Tathi.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;But true! You know it!&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Our heroes pool their formidable Henchman dragging shit skills together, and replace the draft horse.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Probably..&quot; ^^; &quot;..she refused to come, though.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We were arguing about it when the call to leave sounded.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">* Grant Warner huffs. &quot;... What a sight this'll be.&quot; He scoops up an armful of cats. &quot;I'll get the cart, and some ropes.&quot; =3=

VAE:<font color="#000000">this, nomming

VAE:<font color="#000000">An armful of cats

VAE:<font color="#000000">that's so much win

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I heard a cart was needed.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">A FISTFUL OF PUSSES.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Probably for the best she didn't come. Can you imagine if someones hand had slipped when we were having to stick close to tom as we squeezed down the corridor?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Sszeyl please tell me you didn't just drag a cart through the front door..&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks like he's trying hard not to contemplate that. |D; &quot;Let's go..&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">The basement crew enters the room. &quot;Stanford, Warner, any of you... Did you happen to encounter any barriers on your way there? Perhaps magical in nature, perhaps not?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain looks back as Lyle returns.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;...No, we didn't, but we did not actually try to go too far.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus glances overshoulder. &quot;..No, not that I recall.. just young brick walls.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Barrier

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Once we retrieved Brushgather and a live Erinyes, we turned around, deciding not to go probing the fort's underground defenses.&quot;:

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Senior Analyst Thorngage mentioned the Shepherds encountered a barrier.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I was afraid of something like that..&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;The erinyes in the basement was quite adamant that no one could cross 'the barrier' without the code word -- a little interrogation from --&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">CATS CATS CATS. :O

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Explain on the way, we're on a time limit.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's why the attack could not press on.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">afk 2 shakes~

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. Move now, talk on the way.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes sir -- are you honestly hitching yourselves up to the wagon?&quot; =3=;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl is.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you have a better idea?&quot; Lyle opens his mouth, then shuts it again after Roy adds &quot;One that doesn't involve summoning fiends.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Did you get the password out of the bitch?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;We could find a horse?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Or four.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd : <font color="#000000">&quot;Way that halfling picked up the dog..maybe the halfling could be hitched tot he cart. would be far far more amusing than sszeyel&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot; You really wanna suggest that? &quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Yes sir.&quot; =3=; Lyle falls into step. &quot;Of course I did. Leila was quite instrumental in securing the information. The erinyes said, and I quote, it was something that would not commonly be said in battle. 'Coffee tariff.' &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you certain it is the correct password, though?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You have a tariff on coffee?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;How much is it?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not like she'd have much to lose by lying, and you had no means to check immediately.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. Not to question your skill or...profession...but what guarantee do you have that was the real password?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;So...tell everyone to make it their new battle cry. COFFEE TARIFF! Won't that suprise the hell out of the enemy.&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">The halfling is strapping on some ropes -- seems he had the same idea as Gamal. Grant, Roy, and Ansramil are doing the same -- Victor tried, but the others quickly told him no, you crazy junior, you just had a hole in your chest, take it easy. :B

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;A Discern Lies spell goes a long way when dealing with fiends.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It indeed does.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, very good then.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Under the off chance that they have the power to change the password, let's not go shouting it everywhere before the barrier.&quot; ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We need to get this information to the Shepards forces, though.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed, we must keep the fact that we know this information secret.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">Grant must be having a hard time with an armful of cats and a giant green dog that keeps wanting to jump up and say hi.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Best to be certain though. . you might not have had one ready&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#0000FF">&quot;No one answers the question. Ugh, going to have to ask the beareaucrats.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl helps his neighbors strap in.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Psssssht! Down! Git!&quot; &gt;:E

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And Brother Thomas is indeed right.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone got what they need?&quot; Gnogglebolt says, helping out with the cart. &quot;Let's head out! To the temple!&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">... You can tell he's used to dealing with cats, considering he just hissed at the dog. =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No need to chase rabbits with a drum.&quot;


 * Dr. Hatari is eating corn flakes.


 * Dr. Hatari has fatcat nyahing in face. &gt;:O

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;So.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Conversationally to the wagon pullers.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What's the import/export business like in this town?&quot;

Teeny Rin 1:<font color="#FF0000">Battleship character-blob online.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">TERRA-TRON, TERRORIZE!

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">The other wagon pullers look at Sszeyl as though he just asked what color tofu hopes engorged.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; He just really likes business.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hawkin: The other wagon pullers look at Sszeyl as though he just asked what color tofu hopes engorged.

VAE:<font color="#000000">. . asked what

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I think that's the point.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Okay, Lia, that was clever


 * VAE laughing like hell

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I have multiple businesses in the south. Coffee and other products from both here and Kaduar would be good for my business, and promote the local economy, let you recover faster.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;That sort of discussion might be best for once the devils have truly been run out o town. And you know...I bet the bakers would know more than the local mace about what sort of trade would do well.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus won't discourage any healthy interests like those, even if they are kind of out of place. =w=;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Multiple businesses? Since when?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hmm. I guess I'm just used to the law enforcement knowing all things about their town, is all.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They know what they need to deal with smugglers. The size of the tariff isn't our business.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I'd think traders and merchants know more. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And hell, this isn't really a border town either.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Where are the traders and merchants in this town?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I have seen only one.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;At the moment? Cowering in their homes.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;That does remind me. I'll have to get flyers out for the local elven populations. I'm sure a lot moved here after the Borning.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">*burning

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's not like the talk is distracting from cart-pulling, atleast. Drag, drag.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's an army detachment clearing town.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Aye, driven into hiding.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Pfft. Some businessmen.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...I read that as The Boning.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">IT IS.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">THE BONINATINING.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Merchants who are successfull know when to keep their heads down in times of trouble.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ghost, Glitch has become one of us

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Merchants who are strong can turn even a war to profit.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">You could make a pretty convincing argument for it being The Boning for them, yes.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">mother of god VAE, do we leave any soul untouched? any second now Liatai is gonna rip a breast joke..

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good luck turning war into profit when you sell coffee. .. though the local Mace has always drank bucketfuls of it, I recall. Blech.&quot;

Inquisitor Rumariron Arisanaro:<font color="#000000">Though well-intentioned, the group doesn't get far -- first they need to stop and resecure some of the inquisitors that had started to wake up, including the problem elf. You could tell he was awake due to the wheezy laughter -- he began to mutter something in Infernal, before he was knocked back out again. The elf's breathing has become more strained, and he's lost at least half of what little color he possessed in the first place.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">BLOWJOBS /Kord *bricked*

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;A war between nations perhaps. But when one side is devils...there is little profit to be made in dealing with devils, except on the devils side.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;We need to hurry... I think the fiend is killing him from the inside.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--Guh!&quot; Tom releases his position on the draft line and clambers up to monitor the captives carefully. Heal: &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 16 + 17 = 33&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The extra 260-some-lbs are probably not appreciated by the others. *bricked*

Inquisitor Rumariron Arisanaro:<font color="#000000">Well, in that short time, something knocked his Constitution down four points to... well... four.


 * Thomas Lazarus furrows his brow and frowns with disapproval.. but doesn't seem to be in a panic about it, or anything. &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 16 + 10 = 26&#160;  &#187; Knowledge: Planes to confirm Tom's suspicion.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Possessing fiends can cause problems for their hosts, even when they're not in control. What Tom suspects is likely right.


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs through his nose. &quot; ..Keep going.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;What is it?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Fiends can empower their hosts. A cultist that has welcomed a daemon into themselves can be much stronger than a human. They have that unholy power to gift on their mortal allies.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It works both ways. The Osyluth is weakening this Inquisitor. Pettiness, or punishment, or something like that. Just being a fiend..&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas. Just as a...worst case scenario. If he dies...will the fiend be forced from the body? And If so...Do you still have the ability to bring someone back immediatly after death? If you cannot force it from him another way...?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I don't believe it'll grow life threatening, however.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's just hurry.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Either that or his body knows something important.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... I do still have that ability.&quot; To Gamal. &quot;Where the fiend goes is its own decision. They actually rather like corpses and golems. They're as good as the living for combat, and can't resist.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So.. who knows what it would do?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah. Then that wouldn't work. Good to know.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm...pretty sure that a fiend will be forced from the body if the host dies. While fiends can possess inanimate objects, I've never heard of possession of a corpse...but, upon reflection, I'm not sure why they wouldn't be able to do that, either.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus falls quiet and sits on the cart edge, watching the inquisitors protectively.

GM:<font color="#000000">The other interruption on the way... comes from outside the group. You only get about a quarter of the way there before a townsman comes up, leading a shaggy-looking horse. A little while later, likely while you're still talking to the other one, a woman comes up, leading a draft horse. While you're talking to that one, two more people come up, one leading a mule, another leading a donkey -- A halfling started toward you with a riding dog, but seemed to reconsider. :B

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Oh dear gods. We're drafting the town. Get it?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. . . where are those people going? Shouldn't there be a curfew in place?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Trying to help us, I imagine. Silly.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Screw the curfew, they are offering help.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Still, they should be sitting in their homes.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's been ordered, if I recall right.&quot;


 * Gamal-Junayd sihgs &quot;Braxtons...&quot;

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


 * Thomas Lazarus handwaves. &quot;Ordered by Montclaire. Who would still care when the skies are no longer filled with his beasts?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Braxtons what, you arse.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;You'd imprison the hand that fed you if it was agaisnt the rule book, wouldn't you?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Gnome, the town is an active warzone. There's no one to enforce a curfew even if it was called, unless the military happens to be moving through at the moment.&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Just to be sure, brother Thomas. What does your Sight show? &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;They are not obligated to obey the Mace until it has the blessing of the Army.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Martial law is declared, not civilian law.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's the precise fucking reason a curfew 's been declared. It's not safe out here.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus flinches. &quot;...&quot; He seems to think that's an excellent suggestion, and he scans about.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;It's not safe anywhere. But they're choosing to come out and help us at the moment. Let them.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Having lived under the thumb of devils for so long, I'm sure they're well aware of the dangers.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*nod* &quot;Brother Hawkin is right. They could be possessed for all we know.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;So they are taking danger upon themselve to help their rescuers. We shouldn't make it more difficult for people to help us.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;People can make decisions for themselves without you making decisions for them, gnome.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They have no business doing so.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">The peasants are turned away by Roy. &quot;They're too busy arguing, move along,&quot; he says.

Draft Horse Woman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Screw the count's orders! Where was he when we were starving and his devils didn't even let us get food from the outside?!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*frowns* &quot;It is not merely the count's orders, woman. The curfew is in place for your safety as there's fighting going on in the streets.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are devils and heretics roaming about the town, looking for a place to strike.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus clears his throat.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh, right. XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No evil detected.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But it is true; the streets are unsafe. Please stay inside today. Beasts are still fighting in pockets.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miron, just shut up. The sooner you do so, the sooner they will leave and go back to their homes. As Vonain said, they all know the danger, the war's been on their front porches.&quot;

Scruffy Horseman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Least we can do -- Where you headed?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Then if anything, ask them to go to the temple. Out here is no safer than inside you nincompoop. The curfew is meaningless if it doesn't make anyone safer. &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom finishes scanning the peasants, and doesn't seem to be worried by anything.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You can not have people running around the streets in a situation like this.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Gamal, the temple's not big enough to contain everyone in the city.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; I wouldn

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Smarter people than you issued the orders.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; I wouldn't recommend mentioning it&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The temple of light. Now, please, make way. These men are afflicted by the forces of evil and in need of sanctified ground and exorcism.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And Vonain is right too, for once.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;You sure don't fall into that catagory.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's crowded there as-is.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Best anyone can do is stay in their house and bar the door.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; ...I wonder if there's any way we can start expanding the hallowed ground...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And pray to their patron, perhaps.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Serrierr might have ideas....&quot;

Draft Horse Woman:<font color="#000000">The people help hitch their animals up, to give the wagon-pullers a break -- it's going much faster, now that actual draft animals are on the job. The people fall into step behind the procession, on the way to the temple.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom is not looking forward to when he someday has to do that ritual.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh god dancing for 24 hours nonstop.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor is frowning at the growing line of tagalongs.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I don't know if I can handle the grooving.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">I can help! :D *brick'd*

Miron:<font color="#000000">All common sense and order just breaks around these people. Worse than demons.

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">|D

Miron:<font color="#000000">Obyriths, perhaps.

</i>Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Amazing how we keep breaking our own records.. this is the oddest procession we've lead so far.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That is not a badge of honor.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;actually. no. there is something they can do.&quot; he falls back to talk to the closest peasent &quot;Hey. there is something you can all help. You all know the town, we don't. Could you organize groups to go around town, and get lists of anyone who's missing or not responding? Those who need medical help, or haven't had access to food longer than others? So we know where and when to send aid? Could some of you organize this and bring the lists to the temple?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So you'll have them running around town now?&quot;

Mule Maiden:<font color="#000000">&quot; Look at all the kitties~! &quot; |D Sure enough, Grant's boxed up the cats in poultry cages scavenged from the stables -- there's likely a story behind that.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Also, you should stick in groups, so no one is alone and out of sight of others.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lieutenant Stanford. . ?&quot;


 * Dr. Hatari should not be so tempted to randomly drop an Akellon Otto token and put 'foxes' in his immunity entry.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not by themselves. Come to the temple with us, citizens -- the Steel Shepherds have organized a relief station there, at last report.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you, Lieutenant.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Closer to the ward, and Serrierr. It'll be safer there.&quot;

Mule Maiden:<font color="#000000">&quot; Whoza sleepy kittyyyyy~ &quot; |D


 * Thomas Lazarus decides to not inform the citizens that those cats were possessed by spirits from Hell. owo;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Help could go faster if we could get everyone to help organize the town into helping. Rather than the shephers doing it all. Empowering the people rather than binding them in pointless rules is far better.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">At least something. Gradia would have cut this idiocy short in the bud, though

</i>Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian's keeping a close eye on the cats.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They have no business running about. It is dangerous.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">I am too! Woof!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;All you'd end up with is a bunch of &quot;empowered&quot; corpses.&quot;

Bourbon:<font color="#000000">They're groggy, and some are starting to wake up and pace drunkenly around their containment.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">Giddown, dog! &gt;:E

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And no end of headache for the Shepherds and the Mace once the heretics would figure it out and start possessing them.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">Oh! Oh! You want to play!? Okay! |D

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;So's life. So's what we do. Danger is everywhere. Doesn't mean everyone should cower in fear of their own shadow...or inanimate bikes.&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">FUCK NO GET OFF &gt;:E

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You not understanding a rule doesn't make it pointless, idiot.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus siiiighs.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. . what did you just say!?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Thomas, the cats are waking up too. You did make sure they're all safe, right?&quot; Aelian doesn't notice his dog being a terror again. |P

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I SAID.,...So's life. So's what we do. Danger is everywhere. Doesn't mean everyone should cower in fear of their own shadow. What did you hear?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's better. Still bullshit, but better.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;What, I didn't change anything.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Danger being everywhere doesn't mean you have to stick your head on the chopping block.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Gamal, you're terrible. But really, don't irk him. He might become even more delusional.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">You're fun to play with! |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I made sure in the headquarters.&quot; He takes an extra moment of glowing eyes to scan them again, just to be safe. &quot;They're fine. Unless something has snuck into them since then, when I touched them with my sword pommel, and it's successfully suppressing its aura right now. Just to keep hold of a cat.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And you know well you did. I'm sorry, trying to make me into a madman is real cheap.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;If he's delusional, he REALLY shouldn't be law enforecement. Should be forced into retirment and probably the loony bin.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... If it were, I may frankly have to commend that fiend for its efforts in being strange and stubborn.&quot;


 * Edaric looks aside to Miron, then nudges Thomas. &quot; ... Hey, Tom. Does your magic devil-detecting eye spot anything in Miron? He started acting awful erratic down in the tunnel, when he was outside of the circle. I'm gettin' worried. &quot; &gt;.&gt;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tells me the man who's trying to organize a barearsed pitchfork brigade to deal with heretics as if they were two-bit brigands.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...?&quot; He raises his brows. His sight was already on, atleast. &quot; No.. not really..&quot;

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good fuck do you people ever stop arguing with each other?&quot; =3=#


 * Thomas Lazarus declines explaining the entirety of that statement lest he start the BIGGEST FIGHT.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;You're new to adventurers, aren't you?&quot; =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;When Miron was gone from our group, things were mostly better.&quot; Gnogglebolt says glumly.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;When we're asleep, or eating.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot; .... No, they really don't. &quot; =3=;

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

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Pitchforks? where did that come from? I'm not asking them to hunt down those who are controlled at all. If you'd listen and let something penetract e that thick skull of yours besides endless inane rules...you'd of heard that I was asking them to make lists of who needs our help the most. People who have been trapped int heir homes, lacking food and medical supplies.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yeah, it's mostly Miron. He's, uh, a little unsettled.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If they lasted until now, they will last for the time until this is well and truly over.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;That's nota garuntee.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Them running around would complicate matters further.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I'm not exactly sane either.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Neither are you, Tathi. :V&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Says the one who fireballed a noble, Tathi.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Unless you got that gem thing under control now.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They hang people for less than that.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Do you have that gem thing under control now?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor of the Leaden Mace Steelsprocket?&quot; Vonain says, in a jolly voice.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What is it?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">*while still looking forward as he walks, not even looking at Miron.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you consider Leaden Mace procedure important to you?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I do, why?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus is kind of still staring forward into the horizon with a morose expression, jaw slightly ajar. &quot; Uuuhhhhgggg...&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Then I would remind you of one part of procedure;&quot;

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot; Nerull's rotten dick, they really don't stop. &quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;You're not in charge.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am not. And Lieutenant Stanford already made his stance clear.&quot;

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot; .... Hey. I put two copper on 'em keeping it up until we get to the temple. &quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot; Just.. try to ignore it. It's a constant noise. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gamal is merely beating a dead horse that has began to stink by now.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;'' Don't take that bet!! ''&quot;

Leila Cooper:<font color="#000000">&quot; You even got two copper on you, hon? &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Atleast we're making a difference.&quot; ^^;

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">Aroooo, make them stop, big funny man. I just want to play with you.

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot; Two copper off my next paycheck, then! &quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;yes, your attitude does stink.&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;GIT!&quot; Grant throws the dog onto the cart. &gt;:E

Gamal-Junayd whispers: is it close enough to the temple that gamal would know the way?

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">Weeeeeeeee!

You whisper to Railock: I would have you roll a Survival check, and possibly Will saves. ^^;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Two coppers, huh? Here's four, because Cudgel help me if I won't beat at least some sense into that thick head of his.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd whispers: he wouldn't go off unless he was sure of the route

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">One of these days I'm going to prepare Silence just for this.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If it was just him, I wouldn't care, but his half-baked loony ideas are infecting others.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's almost as bad as that canned drow bugger.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Nyan cat song, you are not appropriate right now.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*tosses four coppers at Alyssa Irving*

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah. I see your falling back on threatening those who are standing as allies. Would that bie a third time you've attacked those who are on the same side?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Why do I even have a thirty-minute loop of this? =3=;

Tavia: <font color="#9900ff">(( or is it ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">because it's awesome

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have yet to attack an ally.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh wait, it's not 30 minutes, the music player is just wonky. Four minutes.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">So, um.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Arrival at temple and scenechange? :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;When we arrived in Yoriver, we found you lot dealing with a bunch of convicted criminals. Guilty by association.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That the matters turned out more complicated afterwards was merely a coincidence.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;You didn't event ake the time to see if we were dealing with or attempting an arrest. you appeared, and attacked.&quot;

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, watch it, my hands're all --&quot; Fumble fumble clatter with bandaged hands. &quot;Fuck.&quot; =3=#

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, right, because I can't tell a chat from a battle.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;No cries of stop or be arrested, no formal procedure. Just appear, and attack. That is not the actions of a lawman, but a tyrant.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Besides, I was following clear orders.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;That is the exact sort of actions the devils approve of.&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">A wisp of green magic swirls up the coins, and holds them at easy grabbing level for the injured inquisitor. ^^;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Unlike you, Senior Analyst Thorngage knows not to go hunting rabbits with a drum.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;And why I think after yoriver...perhaps braxton needs to be checked out in it's entirety for infestation.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Following orders. same excuse a lot of people have given for doing abominable things.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Orders or no, you still made the action. only a coward or madman hides behind following orders.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Soooo, Thomas. How's this weather, huh.&quot; =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, how expedient for you. . . who wants to beat a dog surely finds a stick. Excuse us for running a town that doesn't have murders, muggings, robberies and tax evasion going on every day.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Do you think you have instigated enough fighting yet?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But what can I expect from a man who for half his life wiped his arse with a handful of sand, and some of it got stuck in.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;So you'd let him go down such a dispicable path without even attempting to convince him? He was once one of us. One doesn't let those you have travelled with go down rdark paths without at least attempting to convince them its wrong.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;All I hear is a bunch of people bickering and taking shots at each others ribs.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm getting a little fed up. Do I need to turn this cart around?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just rubs the bridge of his nose and looks about, wondering how far to go to the temple.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Thomas, you're in the middle.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You can't turn by yourself.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You'd need a corner person to help.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I can still use my strength domain today. =3= *bricked*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brother.. . would you stand for it? Every day, every hour, that man is spewing nonsense, and tossing shit at me and my colleagues.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Can't you see what he's been doing? How he's been acting is wrong? The attack in the stables, without warning, without anything but appear and attack...what if altonor had been int he middle of a market or something, surrounded by innocents? Then attacking the gate in such a way that he hit masabel as well? He's obsessed with his laws and regulations, to the point he's forgotten about basic decency and honor.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It'd get a horse mad, and he has a bigger head.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Of course I saw.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It makes me laugh when your sort speaks of decency and honour.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I am just choosing not to bring it up at every single possible opportunity to disrupt the quiet while we finish this errand.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Could you please join me?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A stable is not a market unless you consider horses people, which looking at you, you just might.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gamal, if you really wish, bring this up again after the crisis is over.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;In fact, by all means do just that.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Fine. I agree to keep my mouth shut abuot it, if he keeps his mouth shut about threatening common people with inane rules and regulations.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And as for the gate. . . I would be in for a very long time If I tried to harm a spiderfucker of her sort with a spell like that.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Threatening? Really?&quot;

Donkey Man:<font color="#000000">&quot; I wonder... is this the famous arguing band? &quot; :.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;What else would ytou call talking about curfew to people who are trying to HELP us.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs and looks ahead with a dreadful sighing, &quot;What-ever..&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;You are OBSESSED with your rules and regulations.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The people have no business doing so.&quot;

Draft Horse Woman:<font color="#000000">&quot; They'd kind of have to be at this point, dontcha think? &quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I think we're going to have to rename ourselves the arguing guardians..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;So.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Reputation title: The Arguers.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Any of you people merchants?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi strikes a pose. &quot;We'll save you! We just can't decide how!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The rules and regulations are in place for a fucking reason.&quot;

Donkey Man:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh? Huh? Oh. I am.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Tom, where did you hide Miron's Mute button?

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">I hava Gamals here, but we need both.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;They are in place cause someone who thought they had authority made them. Doesn't make them right, or helpful all the time. Some are made to opress. And as long as you cannot see that fact...you are as mucha danger to common people as the devils infiltrating theis town are. They use rules and regulartions to their advantage as well you know.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Yeah. I'm a business owner down south. How are the tarrifs, and import/export trades here?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">What I wouldn't give for Morgan and one of her Silence spells...

</i>Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi quietly scans the crowd. Any elves about?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course they do. And when they take a shit, their arse stretches open.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What a sign of the devil, indeed.&quot;

Donkey Man:<font color="#000000">Blah blah blah trade stuff goes here... Good grief, you now know more about shoe leather than you ever hoped to know.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Actually, I do need to know that.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Donkey Man and Donkey Kong?

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Mass Adoptions, and all.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm saying it's a step down their path. You're becoming more like a hextorian than a cuthbertine every day you know.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">Oh gee look at that it's the temple!

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot; I win! &quot; |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Except for taking down a couple of them.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thank you god.

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot; No one bet against you. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What a hextorian that makes of me indeed.&quot;

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot; Doesn't matter, I still won, dammit. &quot; \o/

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot; See, no one takes those bets around here. &quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Mass-copypaste and switch to the temple map?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, and I did open the gate down there in Hextor's name. Well, you know it, when I'll start growing five more dicks, you'll be sure something's up.&quot;

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Make way for CATS.

GM:<font color="#000000">It doesn't take more than a few moments for a swarm of healers to descend and carry off the wounded.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;So they never fight among themselve? You should know better than that. And I agrue with you not because I dislike you Miron. I argue with you because back when we first met...you weren't like this. And even if you consider me nothing than a temporary traveling companion...I don't like the dark path I see you heading down, with more and more wind at your back every day. I argue with you to try and get you back on the right path. To learn how to temper justice with mercy. Obedience with decency. It's something you've forgotten. &quot; and then he heads off at full speed into the temple

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi quietly scans the crowd. Any elves about?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas makes sure Inquisitor Rum gets the special accomodations he needs.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;In all seriousness ,Gamal,if the folk that have ever told me I was paranoid met you, they'd reconsider.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;In all seriousness ,Gamal,if the folk that have ever told me I was paranoid met you, they'd reconsider.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey Anise!&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">The gnome and the aasimar walk briskly into the temple as soon as it's in view, to get away from the group.


 * Gamal-Junayd goes about making a meal for everyone (Profession(Cook) Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 1 + 14 = 15&#160;  &#187;)

Miron:<font color="#000000">The short inquisitor stands on his toes and waves.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">it jumps out fo the pot and eats the alter boy

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">And you wonder why I refuse to join the Guardians. Pfah.

Altar Boy:<font color="#000000">D8

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well, if the food was catholic ,it'd rape him instead.


 * VAE brikc'd

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">no noe, don't worry. takes a pope to condone catholic food so were good there

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

Red-Haired Priestess:<font color="#000000">Some of the other inquisitors, with non-HP damage, are also ushered into the temple to be treated, though it takes a while to find a suitable spot -- there are wounded soldiers all over that the DM didn't move in to avoid cluttering the map farther.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain heads over to Serrierr, and after greeting and bowing to him with reverence, starts asking the eladrin if he knows any ways they can start to expand the hallowing.

Miron:<font color="#000000">In the meantime, Miron gets to Anise. &quot;Any news down here? Heard the Shepherds got their stick broken... what happened?&quot;

Acolyte:<font color="#000000">A large cauldron of soup is bubbling away in the courtyard, and two lines of hungry people can be seen leading up to it. :9

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom trumps on in, a little numb from the very intense day of battle and sanctification and arguments as usual. Clank, clink, tromp.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Thomas gets prodded. &quot;Come find me for a chat when you have time.&quot; The elf says, and does that elven thing where they kinda leave ya speechless as they disappear..

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;?&quot; He rubs his head, glancing back and nodding. :.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh! I almost forgot. No, Tathi, the only elfbloods were the ones you brought with you.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not quite broken, from what I hear, just stuck. How's this bunch's HQ? Still standing?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Maybe I'll just let the weariness waft off of me like steam for a minute. =3=

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Excuse me. &quot; He slips past the soup line.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No sight of Whitaker, and one casualty so far.&quot;

Young Acolyte:<font color="#000000">&quot;Soup, mister?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A junior inquisitor. The devils walled her in ,and she did herself in with a knife.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just one? ... Sad, but kinda lucky, too.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The other wall-in we took out alive and mostly well.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus smiles over and shakes his head. &quot; Thank you. I'm fine.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, this one, and the dozens that went down before.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He hails Serrierr with Vonain. &quot;All's well, I trust?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl just kind of stands near Swallowtail. Awkward~

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But either way, what else. One of the possessed lot was an old apprentice of mine, the piece of shit Cyral was the new lieutenant, went down to a desk overhead..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And worst of all. . .. remember the barely standing bit? There's tunnels below. Lots of them.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It looks like they have a possessed rock-eating worm at their disposal.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I seen the excavation. Recent, with bite marks all over the walls.&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#9900FF">Okay cough up the story, DM. What's the 2nd green pooch doing with the teen eh? :P

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If that bit is anything to go by, the town below must look like cheese.&quot;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Isn't it her first nature to harass the person on the map that wants her company the least?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No wonder the devils can and do run around us in circles, and did so all the time. &quot;

Amadre:<font color="#000000">POUNCE

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">That's this one. Or wait. I think it's both.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr looks up. &quot;The Crown's elite calvary have hit some problems, but here things are going smoothly.&quot; He gestures to the soup line. &quot;Basic needs are beginning to be attented to where they can.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;OOF. Hey pup!&quot; Aelian says, laughing as he rubs her ears.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I hear the major players have escaped into the fort?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So I heard. ... Well. That second part is good news, atleast.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;It would seem everything is converging there.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I expect there is going to be a large and bloody battle before this is done.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Naturally. The temple and your sight make this the safest place in the city.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Damn... add that to the whole barrier shebang...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep. Lyle thinks he's got the password out of an erinyes we grabbed&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">removing halo - spell has long expired

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Shepherds are doin' all right against the enemies they can put to swords, but -- ''What?! Really?!''&quot; 8O

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;So.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep. Coffee tariff or something.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;For future reference.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But wait with it. We need to organise.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Are you trained with swords at all? Are weapons a good gift idea?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr then looks at Thomas solemnly.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, right -- damn, this might turn this whole thing around!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Organise. .. I'll have to report to Senior Analyst Thorngage!&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas Lazarus, it is my desire that, when the time comes, you give me leave to assist in whatever frontal assault portion of the fort there be. If there is one.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus offers a sad smirk.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;If it's right, and all. I've heard that people who've so much as touched the thing've gone up in a puff of smoke.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Either that or to accompany you directly.&quot;

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( brb, dog noises. ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll have to... &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Don't like playing home defense, do you?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Don't worry..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I know what it's like to have to shoulder a duty one is not necessarily suited for, nor happy about. Heh.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I hear you, though.&quot;


 * Swallowtail shakes her head. &quot;Not that sword.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Before that though Anise. .. uh.. It's a stupid question from an old fart, but I need a honest answer. You think .. or ever thought, I'm getting senile? &quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">Targeting.... targeting... random victim chosen! Dog missile away-

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr...actually seems to be rendered mostly silent at that. &quot;...In some ways, yes. I am a soldier of the Eladrin. We have others who suit themselves more to defence. I just won't be worth my wings as a warrior if I'm left out of what looks to be the final battle.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">POUNCE! Hi! :3

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Swan Song, it is time to practice part of your training, to become better at gifts.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Observation.&quot; |3

Mature Templar:<font color="#000000">POW

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;... where's Tavia?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Listen for the crash.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;There will be death on both sides, and there will be much mourning and picking up the pieces when all is said and done. But the battle itself will be glorious, and something to tell stories about to lift spirits in the future.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I see.&quot;

Mature Templar:<font color="#000000">Getting ruffled by a templar!

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">Yaaaaaaaaaay! ^_^

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But, if you do require my services here, then I will comply.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Dangit.&quot; Aelian mutters, heading over. &quot;Sorry! She's a bit friendly.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;From observation, I know you enjoy food in the style of Amaya, at least.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I thought that might be bothering you.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;While it is my desire to help mortals to the best of my ability, and to be brought here often as a great ally, I cannot and will not make decisions for you.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Though the exact elements of that style, not so much. I shall simply have to prepare all Amayan foods and make adjustments to find the particulars.&quot; :U

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Now, I think we have enough meat for a lasange...&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">... Grant, you need to come out of there eventually.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can only offer my suggestions and requests.&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">Shut up, I'm entitled to some gods-damned fuzz therapy. *brick'd*

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;It goes back to what I was telling Lyle some time ago, about how you mortals are the true masters of this world...&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;By the way, did you ever ask him about what I talked to him about?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Don't worry, friend. Things have changed. The temple consecration is secure for another year, and the Shepards have come to hold the doors secure.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Flighty from topic to topic, isn't he!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You will be relieved, and we will be glad to have you at our sides when we confront the ultimate villain behind this.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr smiles. &quot;I look forward to it. Thank you.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm.&quot; He nods respectfully.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But have you spoken to Lyle?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Dah, I completely forgot in the commotion.&quot; |D;;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I still very much recommend that, at least before you leave when this is over.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh god that was months ago what was it.


 * Anise Berilan blinks at Miron. &quot;... Uh? What brought that on?&quot; =3=

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Unless you'd rather me give you the rather large speech myself.&quot; He winks one of those pure-black glasslike eyes.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">REMEMBER, ME. REMEMBER.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was just thinking that myself. XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What was it?

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl steals off to the kitchen.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Lasagne making!

Miron:<font color="#000000">*looks around* &quot;Air's clear.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Liatai; the Serrierr/Lyle mini, where Serrierr was telling Lyle about outsider politics and how Celestials want to be summoned most of the time, and other things.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well. . .my apprentice, or rather, the devil within him did.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">how they want to help but find their hands tied most of the time.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( This is just too hilarious to the player. ))

Ghostwish whispers: So here I am, thinking to myself, Liatai cannot possible be distracted enough right now. I better come up with something to stretch her further. Ooo! I know! Let's ask about the Leaden Mace leader whom Shey is likely gonna have to approach about the new branch. |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">. o O (FFFFFFFFF--) *bricked*

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Must not screw up food for romantic interest. &gt;|U

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;10+6 = 10 + 6 = 16&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Profession Cooking.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Lasange complete in a few hours!

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">But it smells nice.


 * Gamal-Junayd will assist sszeyel in kitchen. (Profession(Cook) Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 6 + 14 = 20&#160;  &#187;)

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">sorry guys I think I just pile-drived Liatai into her notes. |D


 * Thomas Lazarus hangs his head, and looks incredibly burdened by something, suddenly. &quot;...&quot;

You whisper to Ghostwish: Luckily I can sum it up in two words.

You whisper to Ghostwish: Otto. Werner. :B

Ghostwish whispers: OTTO WERNER?

Ghostwish whispers: ROFL

Ghostwish whispers: I thought I'd heard about that. Great, I already have a scene planned out in my head. Want me to whisper it to ya on irc?

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr quirks his head, and waits a few moments to see if Thomas will say what's bothering him on his own.

You whisper to Ghostwish: How about post-game? |D;

Ghostwish whispers: tomorrow then? |P

You whisper to Ghostwish: ... Do it now, then. Tomorrow's gonna be crazy. =3=;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; ... Serrierr - I am not proud to admit this, nor unashamed, but neither will I shy away from the truth; I am not a clever man.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He called me senile and deluded, and I had nothing of it.. but then.. .. During the fight with Cyral, I tried bringing him down with the infernal words of pain, but he shrugged it off, twice, laughing in my face. I stumbled and fell trying to get one of the possessed men off the Lieutenant. . . later I couldn't for Glasya's tits recall of the raven familiar of Analyst Blackwater despite us being briefed on the matters. . . . and there was the thing. eh, it's you. The thing with the bike. Again&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; I forgot.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; I forgot everything.&quot; |D;;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Please remind me.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's. ... just fucking with my head. What if he's right.&quot;


 * Dr. Hatari lols at Thomas expense.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;After all ,, look at all those failed arrests.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thing with the what now?&quot; =3=;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">While it's cooking Sszeyl asks Gamal.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;During my time even in Jones's rock...&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr is quite for a moment, then gives an amused chuckle-huff. &quot;Is that all? Well, I can't say I blame you, a great many things have been happening very fast since we arrived here. Do not worry, Thomas Lazarus.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What would be a good drink to have with this?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Wine, water, some form of mixed beverage?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bike, Anise. The first time it happened was on that fucking barge from a pit fiend's arse, though I think I was drunk.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;My gut says wine, but I'm a drow, and immune to alcohol, so I wouldn't be able to judge.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know the half ork in our group? With the bike?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Thank you.&quot; |D;;; Luckily for him, just being Thomas Lazarus gives you a +4 circumstance bonus to handling mortification.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The fucking thing... spoke to me. In my fucking head.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... what.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's kinda hard to describe, but still..&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;So it's intelligent?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;What had happened was, after my initial...'greeting' to Lyle Petersen, I went and sought him out to have a more in-depth conversation. We talked about a great many things, many of which I think you could benefit from hearing yourself. I had recommended to you to seek out Lyle and ask him about the conversation we had, because I thought you might like to hear the retelling in his words, perhaps (and I must admit to being curious as to exactly how he would retell it).&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes. Right before the first fight with Altonor, when we tried getting scrying ties with Geas.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's the thing, the piece of shit supposedly isn't.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And now, down there, it happened again. For far longer.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ah!&quot; He springs up and smiles. ^^; &quot;I remember now..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Started when that elven bitch tried to read minds all around to see if there are fiends in another room ahead.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I may, at that.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;She might have overheard, too.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;But, if you would rather me reiterate the topics directly, then we can surely find some time to converse soon, perhaps after you are debreifed and rested.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And then, once down below the town, it got worse. I .. even seen a mirage of it on the wall of a cave.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Gamal?

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">You alive?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I .. . chased it away, but ... I don't know. I ..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This whole place is just fucking with me.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The place, and the people.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;At this particular moment, brother Petersen is occupied with no small number of errands we dumped in his lap, though. He interrogated a captured fiend and retrieved some valuable facts. Also, I think he mentioned seeking your aid in dealing with a profane altar we found hidden belowground.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fight along madmen long enough and you'll go mad yourself.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr blinks, then narrows his eyes thoughtfully. &quot;You found what now? That is...indeed something of interest.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Maybe the orcblood's messin' with you. Or maybe he just can't hear his own intelligent bike. Either way, Miron? I know one thing.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Yeah, Railock's away. :x

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">So.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, we shall have to find time later. It would be irresponsible to bandy words, weighty though they may be, while things need doing.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;We... are ALL gonna need a lot of drinks and a vacation after this.&quot; =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm.&quot; He folds his arms. &quot;Hidden under the Mace compound. We believe the compromised commander, Charles Whitaker, is an adherent of Hextor. It was powerfully unholy.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah, well said.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl questions the refugees. &gt;|O

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Are there any general stores open right now? I know it's unlikely, but if they are....&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The site is clear for now, but the aura and foundation are still there, of course.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If they give me one down in Braxton, we're so going to Jones's Rock to meet my old lot. I haven't been there for almost a decade now, with how fucked up Castleton always is.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But thanks... I'll have to scan the piece of junk for malicious magic once I get my hands on it.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Mmkay, folks, I hate to say it, but I'm getting kind of tired. Shall we start wrapping things up?

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I see....yes indeed then, I shall be ready to assist in disjoining this fel device if I am called upon.&quot;:

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I.. .see, things like this.. I mean, I shouldn't be in the fucking scrapheap yet. It's .. all sorts of wrong.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Aw, I was just about to go see what Tathi wanted.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">By all means, go ahead. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'll put together Gradia's report in the meantime.


 * Tathi gnaws on Mink. &gt;:3

GM:<font color="#000000">Ack what why

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Alright, very good. I'm not sure what precisely he's doing now, but I'm sure he'll appreciate it. Perhaps if we have a moment to rest soon, I'll ask you about this discussion myself.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Very well then.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Which reminds me, an elf wanted my attention nearly a half hour ago.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">If you want to duck out, I don't mind. (:3

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">I can do my stuff later.

Teeny Rin: <font color="#FF0000">QUIT BEING NICE; ARGUE MOAR.

Drawn Refugee:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Drow, I haven't left this temple in weeks, how would I know?&quot; =3=;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">WE'RE LOSING OUR TITLE GUYS. WE'RE BECOMING THE ORNERY GUARDIANS.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr smirks slightly. &quot;Then go, attend to this outstanding elfish business, I have nothing pressing for you at this time.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Damn orc and his damn bike. After all, there must be some magic to the way it goes, no matter what they say - it's just not the same as Gnogglebolt's trucktrain. And malicious intelligent items are nothing new under the sun.

</i>Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well I'd be marginally more likely to join that party, I guess. =3=c *bricked*

Injured Trader:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'll be hard-pressed to find anything stronger than water or cheap ale, or maybe moonshine, what with the trade blocks just now getting removed.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus bows a bit before excusing himself.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;...Hmmm.&quot;

Refugee Protector:<font color="#000000">&quot; Don't go with the moonshine. &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hey, Tathi.&quot; He folds hands over a pew.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What about produce?&quot;

Refugee Protector:<font color="#000000">&quot; ... Trust me, don't go with the moonshine. &quot; =3=;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What's on your mind?&quot;

Injured Trader:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'll run into the same problems there. What's here at the temple's pretty much what's out there.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Either way, thanks a lot, Anise. It's good to hear something else than a shovelload of shit dropped all over me from every side I turn to.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi's relaxed in the pew, with her spellbook propped on her crossed legs. She looks up, giving Thomas a neutral expression. &quot;So. Erytherinu.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;What, exactly, are you expecting of your duties there?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Did that just happen

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( yes I'm a doofus. XP ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">I like how Anise is the master diplomat. She actually haven't said one way or another, but Miron pretty much took it as support.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9900FF">My ears are on fire. What is this madness.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I think I'll nom her for it, too

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Drats.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh well. Thank you for answering me.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Well..&quot; He smiles involuntarily and glances out the window. &quot;..I'm not gonna try to fool you;&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who's been giving you that much shit? Need me to punch somebody for you?&quot; Anise flexes an arm. &quot;Guard duty's boring as all-get-out.&quot; |3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This whole idea..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's kind of just a compromise with myself.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't need the punches would do it .. . though, there's something else there.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She quirks an eyebrow.

Miron:<font color="#000000">* don't THINK the

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( my brain attempted to parse that sentence vae. it did not end well ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I really wanna be there. I think I could help folks out a lot. All sorts of things. Guidance, and protection. Healing, food, building.. social service, resolving disputes, holy services..&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus shrugs faintly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..And I would be somewhere with my friends.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's what I've always wanted to do. But then I became Mace.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This could be both, you know?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl gets some water, and boils it. |O Don't want no disentry to ruin this.

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;See, us from Braxton were here to can up Altonor in a nice cozy cell, and the charges against him didn't disappear overnight. And. . . what can I say, the alliance here will be breaking up soon. What meself and Senior Analyst Thorngage need is support from the Shepherds, which they'll likely do... but we need to pick a time and means of grabbing up the scumbag, and we need him and his spiderfucking buddies watched over so that they don't flee. Plus, additional muscle when it happens will only help.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus smiles weakly. &quot;It's all just about helping people.. that's why I became a fiend slayer. But this.. it would be really nice.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">..hmm.... *measures something out*

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She watches him a bit more, and then smiles. &quot;Well then. I'm satisfied. I was worried that you might not have any idea how an elven society works. The written laws are traditional, at best. Internal crimes are next to unheard of, and if there is one, there's always a motive besides greed. Elven criminals are.. tricky, you see. You won't be an enforcer, no, elves have little need for such a thing. You'll be a provider. A protector. Make sense to you?&quot;

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;So, if you are in the mood of breaking a spiderfucker would-be-paladin jaw when the time calls for it. . . &quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot; What're the charges, anyway? &quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;15+10 = 15 + 10 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Listen: &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 15 + 18 = 33&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">damn, missed it by two....

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm.. it does. It doesn't sound unfamiliar.&quot; He smiles.

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;All sorts of shit. Beating up Macers, breaking scum out of prison, damage to private property, public indecency, littering. .. . the piece of shit managed to span half the lawbook in a week, from what the papers go by. <font color="#000000">&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Shethsanthi and the other officers - I'm confident the law and infrastructure and.. you know.. the Mace traditional parts - of course those'll be what they look to first.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot; That drow's seemed nothing but helpful up here... but if he's broken the law, he's gotta at least face a judge. &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I can do that, too. Of course..&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">well, I can always reroll, or take 20... &gt;.&gt;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot; Even a fiend can be helpful at times - ask Lyle. &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..But I don't imagine there's much call for such a thing. I just want to help. It's probably the closest I'll ever get. Aping a priest.&quot; He chuckles.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 17 + 18 = 35&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot; Besides, he's a drow. Just about all of them are up to no good&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot; Maybe Sszeyl.. .but he's possessed with a dragon, and pretty young as far as they go.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">(now we getting somewhere...)

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She nods, and smiles again. &quot;See, that's what Sheythsanthi is really doing. It isn't about law enforcement, the only time we need that sort of thing is when dealing with outsiders who don't understand. He's doing this to protect the sanctuary. I.. surprised myself with how quickly I caught onto that. He's usually too subtle for my tastes.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus cradles one elbow and cradles his chin in the other hand. &quot;Maybe it's better like this, even; I would be no good at sermons.&quot; |Dc

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9900FF">Ow ow ow did I sunburn the back of my ears or something.

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;He might well be the exception that proves the rule - I wouldn't trust the rest of them any further than I can see with my arse&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot; Ehhh just being a drow's not enough to arrest somebody. But a warrant... Eh. Not our job to provide punishment, right? Just our job to make sure the perps get to where it gets decided. &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... But ...&quot; He sobers a little.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She chuckles. &quot;You'll find your place, that much I am certain of. The trick is going to be getting a tree to grow tall enough to keep you from bumping your head everywhere.&quot;

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;Spot on. And the piece of shit's been dodging what's coming for him far too long.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't think it'll happen as easily as we might've first though. I.. think we need a go-ahead from higher up to actually move the resources for this.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot; If we can do it without a brawl, it'd be best, but if it comes to it, you know where to find me. &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But... here's hoping.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus smirks at the tree bit.

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;Well, Anise, if I won't let you know, just follow the noise and the curses. Whether they be in common or elven tells you which side's standing better

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I have a funny feeling our inquisitive is handling that mess. He probably has to go talk to someone ten times as stuffy as what's his face back in Castleton. Wow I really did just let his name slip my mind. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">If i only heard that.


 * Thomas Lazarus huffs in amusement. &quot;Well. Thank goodness I don't have to do that.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">You're so lucky

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, I won't hold you from duty any longer. Cuthbert bless you.. Oh.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Would you believe it.. .one of the yorivers had a curse I haven't heard yet.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fuck it with Cuthbert's leaden dick.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I will maybe have to talk to Ashmore though.&quot; He emphasizes the name. |3

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Wow I typed that as Ashmoe. ))

Serrierr whispers: If the Raiders have left the temple on some operationr or other, possibly with the steel shepherds, Serrierr would know about it, right? Are they here our out doing something?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">St. Cuthbert: BY THE LIGHT WHY DO THEY KEEP SAYING THAT.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( *picturing sparkle-eyed Ashmore D|* ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;One of the young ones, too. Things like this give one hope in the new generations, not so?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well, make sure you take Sheysim with you. He's good with words.&quot; She says, nodding.

Miron:<font color="#000000">With that, the inquisitor struts off to meet with the Senior Analyst.

Serrierr whispers: *here or out doing something

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hold on a minute.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I need to check some rules.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hold who?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;When the time comes. I hope we can get through all this ... stuff okay until then.&quot; He gestures vaguely.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;A constant worry for me, Thomas.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs quietly. &quot;I need a vacation.&quot;

You whisper to Glitch: .... *sigh* It's a fair cop. =w=;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She giggles. &quot;Well, hey, Eytherinu is beautiful this time of year.&quot;

Glitch whispers: that's what I was &quot;measuring&quot; ^^;

You whisper to Glitch: If I was feeling particularly mean I'd impose a penalty for the room full of milling voices AND the two doors... =3=;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I wonder if I could correct it to a wrong spelling and fool you for a second. |Dc

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay, moving Miron downstairs, unless Anise had anything to say back

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">OKAY ANYWAYS.

Glitch whispers: oh, they were actually closed? I thought people were coming in and out and the doors were being kept open...

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">My stuff ICly would take hours to do. (:3 I don't mind ending it here, and starting next game.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I find this an increasingly acceptable ending point, if Lia is nodding off.

You whisper to Glitch: He could make out that someone was whispering, and likely that it was Miron and Anise, but not the exact words. The DC wasn't beaten by a high enough amount. The doors are half-open-half-shut.

Glitch whispers: cuz if they were closed, then yeah, I'd have to own up to that being a listed modifier that would push it out of range. ^^;

Glitch whispers: Damn...oh well.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Same!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">... i forgot noms. |P

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Greetings brother.. and.' he turns to Gradia. &quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket reporting.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">I paid such rapt attention this session, and. fogot. noms. DAMNIT

VAE:<font color="#000000">And yes

GM:<font color="#000000">Sorry all, snuggle dog, you know how it is. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">This makes for a good endpoint

VAE:<font color="#000000">I know, there are times this happens to me

GM:<font color="#000000">Nom time!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Like the one before last Skylands

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Grant for an armful of cats

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Anise for Master Diplomat.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Sszeyl for Business always but on the first place.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Gamal and Miron - Unlimited Bitching Works. :E

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seconding on Gamal, that.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">-3-

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It works especially well since Gamal is a master swordsman. *bricked*

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Seconding Sszeyl.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Alyssa for &quot;I bet they won't shut up.&quot; &quot;Nobody bet against you, silly.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh, Sszeyl for pursuing relationship. :U

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh don't make that face. It might have been annoying for the cast, but it was still roleplaying. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seconding Sszeyl for pursuing the call of the hawk down his pants. Or sparrow, rather.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">thomas for can't you hold it off a bit?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seconding that.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also, Gamal for I AM LEEEROOOY!!

VAE:<font color="#000000">He persistently tries to rush into danger

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Governor Tathi. &gt;:O

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Thomas, Tathi- Erithnyu talk.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Thomas, SHUT THE FUCK UP, both of you.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Swallowtail for 'I'm not telling~'

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Serrierr - &quot;For when you're finally sick of holding the line.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Lia for cats making me miss my fatcat so damn much. ;~;

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Let's see.

VAE:<font color="#000000">seconding Serrier

VAE:<font color="#000000">that was beautifully insane

VAE:<font color="#000000">just like a celestial

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Gamal for an actual rational argument, with the one character who doesn't care if the argument is rational, because your targeting a subject about which he is adamant.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">YESSSS BWAHAHA FINALLY I LEVELLED \o/

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">..... *cough* =3=;

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Miron for, I care not for your argument. It is invalid.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Oh right.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just one more and you transform into the legendary...

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyll levels actually after this session.


 * Dr. Hatari is bricked.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Hmmm.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">I'll go Swordsage.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Is it even or odd that you get +1 on hp from half-dying?

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Remember that by considering you take full at level one. Then half. Then back to odds - 1/2+1.

GM:<font color="#000000">Any more noms?

GM:<font color="#000000">POP QUIZ!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I thiiink that's everything covered.

GM:<font color="#000000">What is the password Lyle gave you for a barrier?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Pop is the name for an orthodox priest

VAE:<font color="#000000">Coffee tariff

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Coffee tariff.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ask Tathi.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">70 HP. &gt;:O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..What, that works.&quot; |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">86 HP here *smug*

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">our new battlecry. COFFEE TARIFF HO!

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">You have better Con than I do.

VAE:<font color="#000000">oh Bast

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Gamal for that ridiculously dumb idea

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">WAS SOMEONE TALKING ABOUT HP DOWN THERE?

VAE:<font color="#000000">of making it the battlecry

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I COULDN'T HEAR YOU FROM UP HERE ON MOUNT HITPOINTS.

VAE:<font color="#000000">it's ... oddly IC and so stupid

GM:<font color="#000000">Okay!

GM:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl - 100 XP - Business first, always. 100 XP - Romance check! C'mooooon don't roll a one &gt;:d *brick'd* Thomas - 100 XP - STFU &gt;:E 100 XP - .... I am not a clever man... =3=;;;; Gamal - 100 XP - Unlimited Bitching Works. I couldn't phrase it better if I tried. :B 100 XP - LEEROOOOOOY 100 XP - Economics battle cry?! Miron - 100 XP - Unlimited Bitching Works. I couldn't phrase it better if I tried. :B 100 XP - ... One more thing, am I senile? ^^; 100 XP - You were the first to answer and got it right! \o/ Now let's see if anyone remembers it next time... *prods players to take notes* *brick'd* Tathi - 100 XP - Governess. Swallowtail - 100 XP - Time to practice your observation skills. Grant - 100 XP - Armful of cats. Fuzz therapy time! Anise - 100 XP - Master diplomat?! Alissa Irving - 100 XP - Bet they won't shut up.

VAE:<font color="#000000">59250

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I want to see if I can find the relevant comic

GM:<font color="#000000">Saving campaign...

VAE:<font color="#000000">As an aside

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">http://i.imgur.com/a4CVG.jpg

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">The bit where Miron mentioned Lord and Lady like the trees at Tathi and the rest?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Explanation - Crown at the top, and feet in the mud

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also, LOL

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ahahahaha, I thought so. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The comic inspires Tom muse.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He probably also beats the demon.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Dr. Hatari: http://i.imgur.com/a4CVG.jpg

Glitch:<font color="#000000">That comic's been used in a Motivator poster before.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">EBERRON MANIFEST ZONES: Yeah, they're like that.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You all need to play Torment god damn so good.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I should

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So full of characters with crazy stories. You find one or two people lost in sigil that just walked through a door and don't know how the hell they got there and why are there Cornugons and golems walking the street and oh god.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Another of the things to get off GG after school ends

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Better than Arcanum?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Significantly. The character writing, anyways.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The mechanical metagame - no way, that's kind of shitty.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">But the character - yes.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Because Arcanum was like the the best written game I played

VAE:<font color="#000000">Played it for the story, pretty much

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">Mort. a floating skull that has a taunt ability where he curses someone out and causes them to get enraged and attack him. If you get other NPC's to curse you out...this taunting becomes stronger as he learns more ways to cuss

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

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well there you go. It's one of those old gem WRPG games with incredible writing and care put into it.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Someone made a fucking demilich from my fucking skull

VAE:<font color="#000000">Bast, I'm over that like mold over bread

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I once stood in a bar talking to one of my NPC followers for an hour.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just some Githzerai who told me the entire exodus of his race from the Mindflayers, and talked about philosophy.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I read this for an hour, totally entranced, ignoring the game.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">mort is the first npc you get him damn almost imediatly

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You can learn to speak heiroglyphs from a Dabus NPC floating around.


 * Liatai looks at days spent reading Morrowind books. &gt;.&gt;;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">There's just so much crazy rich character bullshit laying around everywhere.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">so annoyed that you never could unlock the succubus's journal like you could the gith's rings

VAE:<font color="#000000">As an aside ,Githyanki and Githzerai were written into DnD by Charlie Stross

VAE:<font color="#000000">The guy who wrote the Laundry series

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">couldn't

VAE:<font color="#000000">which is utterly awesome, too

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">&quot;If once a man indulges himself in murder, very soon he comes to think little of robbing; and from robbing he next comes to drinking and Sabbath-breaking, and from that to incivility and procrastination.&quot; -- Thomas De Quincey (1785 - 1859)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Anyways that's enough of me sucking off P:T for now.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Time for a break.

VAE:<font color="#000000">*nod*

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">there is one char. who is literally a walking suit of armor with a sense of gotta bring about the law that makes miron's look pale. and his main target? the main character. but he doesn't know it

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Indeed. Server can go down whenever you like -- WAIT

Liatai:<font color="#000000">ONE LAST THING :O

VAE:<font color="#000000">log?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Session name. :D

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">Unlimited Bitching

VAE:<font color="#000000">Unlimited Bitching Works

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">ONNNNNNE more thing.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That's too vague.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Because the best thing I can come up with is Armful of Cats and I'm sorry. |D; *brick'd*

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">Unlimtited Bitching Part Infinity?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We could name a major plot arc that.

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( allright folks, been fun, but shuttin' er down ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">Lia, take log

VAE:<font color="#000000">and I don't mean base e

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

</i>Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( hatari you're being drafted onto my minecraft server. Get your indestructible fists ready ))


 * Gamal-Junayd kicks ghost

VAE:<font color="#000000">also, fucking daylight savings time

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I don't think I even have that on this computer.

VAE:<font color="#000000">making it an hour later here

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... you know I bet someone could make a Tomi skin. |D;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">God let me try to remember my account bullshit.

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( rofl, okay, shutting down ))


 * Dr. Hatari squints.

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

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I was like, &quot;What in the hell does she..&quot;

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

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

</i> You have disconnected.

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