Session 87

Meany has connected.

Railock has connected.

TMG has connected.

Ghostwish has connected.

RAM has connected.

RAM:Welcome, Lia.

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</i> Railock whispers: oh, since ghost wont be here next week, I can host if needed

You whisper to Railock: Oh? :. Didn't know. Groovy.

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

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

Railock whispers: yeah he'll be gone from sunday till next sat

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I needed some gypsies. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Why not the electro gypsie, then? :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">...What is this I don't even?

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">:3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... I forgot about the elecrto gypsy XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*electro

RAM:<font color="#990000">HERE HE IS THE ELECTRO GYPSIE!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Really I was just looking for Clopin. :B

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">electro gypsy is neat

TMG:<font color="#000000">what is this I don't even

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">:3

TMG:<font color="#000000">..Zanfib sitting next to Firali? Ooh, I know what's going on there... :B

* Liatai hasn't checked other maps yet.

* TMG looks at all the pritty tokens on Talespinner--oop! Time to go.

VAE:<font color="#000000">what map is that

VAE:<font color="#000000">i mean, zanfib

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Map: What is this I don't even

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... what -is- that I don't even XD

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">XD!

RAM:<font color="#990000">Ghost being troll, of course.

RAM:<font color="#990000">'lo?

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Ah, thankies. I guess everyone's just busy exploring these awesome maps.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Adding a few clickable booths... doo dee doo...

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Lia, which is closer to the river?

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Pearldust, of VGHQ?

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Though if you're headed there, make a Will save.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Will save~!

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">I found Keppler!

* TMG pops in real quick

Railock:<font color="#000000">what map is he trying to burn down?

RAM:<font color="#990000">Arcane District.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Don't forget! You guys should be picking up on the morning of the 5th...r...the 6th...whatever morning it is after Sszeyl's late-night romp. He must tell the party what happened! :O

TMG:<font color="#000000">Bad bad dragoninhead! D: Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Considering the fact he shows up on the map explorer, it's kind've moot to try and find him. :P

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">what the hell again

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh, just something that would make Miron murder someone. -3-

VAE:<font color="#000000">meh, enforced method acting i guess

* TMG awayz again~

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Need to get mah token.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Pearldust Pawn Shop'Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 18 + 7 = 25&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Will save!

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">-1.

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

You whisper to Meany: I don't think so, meat.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Nope, that's a fail. :V

You whisper to Meany: '''You're going back to your little keep. If anyone asks, you were bitten by a venomous snake.'''

RAM:<font color="#990000">Mmm, that's right. Dragon in ur head, steelin ur body.

You whisper to Meany: '''Keh, they could have given me a host more inclined toward lying believably. It's close enough to the truth.'''

Sszeyl whispers: ...You seem to forget that your previous excuse for this was the damage with the pike.

You whisper to Meany: '''Who's going to believe a venomous fish story in a river? You're not at the ocean anymore, meat.'''

Sszeyl whispers: The easy way is to say I had an allergic reaction. Never had pike before, so it could fly.

You whisper to Meany: '''You would suffer more potentially life-threatening physiological damage with anaphylaxis, meat. '''(Con damage as opposed to Str and Dex. :B)

Sszeyl whispers: ''Very well. Do you know what types of snake do damage like this in these waters?''

You whisper to Meany: The damage is more consistent with a venom, and the fish's bite is mangled enough that it could be a messy snakebite.

You whisper to Meany: '''Now why would I give you knowledge you don't already have? It would make the lie less believable. A snake in the river, and you didn't get a good look at it.'''

Sszeyl whispers: ''And you're sending me to a cleric just as qualified as dear Natho. That just begs further investigation.''

Sszeyl whispers: A better idea would be for me to take a bit of time, and go back to my cave for a few days, let the damage repair naturally.

You whisper to Meany: Which would you rather, being locked down in a dragon's lair for an indeterminate period of time, or being free to investigate on your own while that bumbling fool attempts his medicine?

Sszeyl whispers: Oh, suddenly I get a vote? Do I get one too? No, go away.

You whisper to Meany: The inquisitors will not let you take sufficient time to recover in solitude, either way.

You whisper to Meany: If you vanish, they will investigate frantically.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hmm, this must be some good plotz...

Sszeyl whispers: ''It's your plot. If that's how you want this to go.''

You whisper to Meany: '''Keh. How is it someone can sound so passive-aggressive while following orders? Back you go, then.'''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">And I think we're done. :3

* RAM wants to knooooooow! D: Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yep. :3

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">You'll see in the log!

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Now be patient!

* RAM whines. &gt;: * VAE mrow

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Positioning, positioning~

RAM:<font color="#990000">So, we're starting in the HQ, right?

RAM:<font color="#990000">I think that's where we left off.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yep yep. On the morning of the 5th. We're timeskipping to then. :3

RAM:<font color="#990000">Barring Sszeyl and his midnight dragon romp.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Mkay!

VAE:<font color="#000000">hmm, watit

* VAE looking at old log to see where he left Miron off

Railock:<font color="#000000">not to the 6th? heh

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Can I make spellbook checks? :3

* RAM wonders if Techy would mind if he botted Gnogglebolt to help build Rose. He -did- say he would...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes you may. :3

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron still has one unpicked spell from last level-up, I think

VAE:<font color="#000000">asides from all else

Railock whispers: have a version of gamal's token on stage with macros modified for the +1 mithril blades and always -4 nonlethal in the attack amount

* VAE not sure, need to check 5th level

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

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Where's hatari?

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">We has no doktor yet, so this is still warmup. x3

VAE:<font color="#000000">He has just one - righteous wrath of the faithful

VAE:<font color="#000000">also, I left him handing in the report.

* Liatai goes to fetch foods. :9

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">DM, do you happen to remember Baxter's Spellbook?

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</i>Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Walp. Current target: Cloudkill. Need a.. 20 to make it. Here goes..

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 4 + 14 = 18&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; spellcraft! -5 if its necromancy or illusion, +2 if it's evocation!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">ASS.

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</i>Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Moved the dwarf for his travel. :3

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</i><font color="#0000ff">RAM has connected.

</i>VAE:<font color="#000000">hmm

VAE:<font color="#000000">does Tom know revivify?

VAE:<font color="#000000">What the hell, 20?

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hrm, maptools failed hardcore.

VAE:<font color="#000000">isn't it 10 + spell level?

RAM:<font color="#990000">And I was gonna say something, but I forgot what it was. =3=

RAM:<font color="#990000">OH!

RAM:<font color="#990000">Right!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">15+

RAM:<font color="#990000">We must perform the Hatari Summoning Ritual!

* RAM draws arcane runes on the floor around a horned skull.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Now, we just need a sacrifice.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">No, stupid, that's for cthulu.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">We just need to start telling puns.

RAM:<font color="#990000">...There's a difference?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Cthulu has better fashion sense.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Oh yeah, that's right

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Isn't Cthulu usually depicted naked? *BRICK'D*

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">See, better fashion sense.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Exactly.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;The clothes make the man. Naked people have next to no influence on society.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">&quot;Unless you're Cthulhu.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Cthluhu isn't a man.

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Mmm, troof.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Shub-Niggurath is female, no?

VAE:<font color="#000000">mother of thousand goats or somesuch

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">That's a lot of goats.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">what 5th level spell to choose.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Inflict?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron has spontaneous inflicts.

VAE:<font color="#000000">That said, Slay Living doesn't look entirely bad, to further the touch attack of doom repertoir. But then, Mark of Justice might be useful at some time, same with Break Enchantment. and then there's stuff from spell compendium

Liatai:<font color="#000000">True Seeing?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It would let him look at people and see if they're drow in disguise -- *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">I see things, I see them with my eyes...

VAE:<font color="#000000">I can SO imagine Miron singing that one

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">VAE: does Tom know revivify? Yep. He keeps one prepared at almost all times for emergencies.

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

* Dr. Hatari is finally actually here by the way.

* VAE noticed

RAM:<font color="#990000">You look, but you do not see.

* Meany nails Hatari's feet to the floor.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Yo Doktor!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">You misspelled it, doctor.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">He keeps on prepared at almost all times in case of TATHI.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">:3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tathi is the person I envision most easily spontaneously dying, yes. :P

RAM:<font color="#990000">From pissing off the wrong person. xP

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Earth Reaver seems a decent spell - medium range and no save.

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">It's not an auto-hit at least, is it?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Because ,frankly, if something has a poor fort, Wrack is more useful than slay living anyways

RAM:<font color="#990000">Because if it is, then that's just another point against magic in my book. =3=

VAE:<font color="#000000">wait ,not quite

VAE:<font color="#000000">no saving throw against damage, reflex against proneness...

VAE:<font color="#000000">and hmm, doesn't seem to mention any rolls.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Freaking magic. =3=

VAE:<font color="#000000">Not bad for a fifth level spell..

VAE:<font color="#000000">Fixed damage, granted, but not that bad fixed damage

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's not so bad. The damage doesn't gow.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's like a land-based, souped up version of Ice Storm.

VAE:<font color="#000000">it's like a cleric fireball.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Or that

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Nah, cleric fireball is Flame Strike.

* RAM just has problems with &quot;I hurt you. No, there's nothing you can do about it.&quot;

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Buuut, meh.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ram, like you can do much against, say, Gnogglebolt's blunderbuss?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There is something you can do about it -- not be on the ground. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">It's an area effect. It wouldn't make sense to dodge it.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">There are plenty of things you can do about it.

VAE:<font color="#000000">spell resist, for one

VAE:<font color="#000000">also, 4d6 of the damage is rock shards hitting, so DR probably applies

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You can take evasion. If it doesn't offer a reflex save, you can take SR. Or dip two levels into mage slayer and kill them with the spell they tried to kill you with.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Or just ready an action to hit their square with a crossbow bolt carrying an oil of silence.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Or just not be seen by them to begin with.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Just to put this on the table. I'm rather amused by the idea of a carefully-planned disguise and mystery being negated by True Seeing. So if you're shying away from the spell because of the &quot;gentleman's rule,&quot; don't. :P

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hrm, fair enough.

VAE:<font color="#000000">what's a gentleman's rule?

* VAE isn't one

VAE:<font color="#000000">and yes, true seeing would be handy if we ever meet a certain Mr. Silverthrush again

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">In case you're serious, gentleman's rule is an expression that basically means, &quot;We all could be dicks and do a certain thing. We are chosing not to because it's the cool thing to do. Gentleman's rule.&quot; :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">I am serious.

RAM:<font color="#990000">^ That.

VAE:<font color="#000000">as an aside

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also, ram, you here for the whole game?

VAE:<font color="#000000">mm hmm

RAM:<font color="#990000">I'll try to be.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Break Enchantment, True Seeing, Earth Reaver seem to be the sensible choices.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Like a sir.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Break Enchantment strikes me as something you cast after a battle. Something a cleric could prepare with open slots, or someone casts from a scroll. Takes a minute to cast.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Should probably go with the latter two.

RAM:<font color="#990000">I hate to rush, but can we get started? I'm not really feeling tired now, but I dunno exactly how long it's gonna last. ^^;

GM:<font color="#000000">Righto, let's get this show on the road. But first! Today's character question!

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah, screw it

VAE:<font color="#000000">will sort this out laterz

* Dr. Hatari is already feeling tired. =w=;

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;What does your character most like to do to celebrate his birthday?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Welcome to my weekly game experience. :P

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh Bastet, do I hate dealing with this sort of issues.

GM:<font color="#000000">If I may...

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Not kill people.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Mmm, eat lots of cake, joyride, and *wink wink nudge nudge* with my fiance.

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">Iunno. :3

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Don't know mine.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Nude sauna trip.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Miron, you've had several free days to scribe spells in your prayerbook. Why not roll 1d2 or 1d3 or whatever, and then roll Spellcraft for the other two? :3

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Archery competition.&quot; :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Like it's a question. Gather up a bunch of Mace folks, and have a good look at the bottom of a tankard or eight.&quot;

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</i>VAE:<font color="#000000">And once again, Lia makes a lot of sense.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Mind if I use bobcat?

GM:<font color="#000000">It would be DC 20 to learn a level 5 spell. I'd prefer if you roll here, but if you'd prefer Bobcat, go ahead.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I meant, for the d3

VAE:<font color="#000000">because she can choose between text strings

VAE:<font color="#000000">&gt; .choose Earth Reaver, True Seeing, Break EnchantmentVAE: Earth Reaver

GM:<font color="#000000">I'll even spare you the cost of scrolls and such, since you have access to Mace archives. :3

Talfeera:<font color="#990000">I like to have a big party with all my friends and play games and eat sweets! :D

Adelaide:<font color="#990000">Chill, just like most days. |3

VAE:<font color="#000000">So, writing earth reaver down, rolling for other two. The issue is, we might end up battling devils quite soon, and Miron is heavily lacking in anything over short range.

GM:<font color="#000000">This should prove amusing.

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;If your character had nearly unlimited wealth, what would he spend it on?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Guns, my bike, and stuff for my new family. :3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;SEEDS. I'd buy Akellon.&quot; :3

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Is money really that important? Well. I guess I could kit myself like the elven warriors of old..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 6 + 18 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; True Seeing &#171;  &#160;1d20+18 = 7 + 18 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Break Enchantment

Miron:<font color="#000000">Also, can I roll for discern lies, while spells are being learnt?

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Stuff for the family. Repairs on everything, get everything in tip-top shape. Adventuring equipment. And then what's left? Two words. Huge. Party. |D

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 20 + 18 = 38&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Discern Lies

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">I'd buy Castleton.

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">All of it.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Unlimited wealth?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Challenge accepted.

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">MIRON KNOWS ALL. XD

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron seems to have intrinsic motivation to learn that one :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*snrk* at Thomas. x3

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">I'd like to set up a school of war. =3=

Talfeera:<font color="#990000">Umm, lots of teleportation scrolls. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">I'd hire a massive digging crew.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">.... I do not know. I can barely think of what to do with all the money I have now. @.@

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">And manufacture a proper cavern.

Adelaide:<font color="#990000">The world's comfiest pillow. |3

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">This is more money than I've ever seen in one place before.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Limitless wealth... hmm. At least I could put together an army to wipe that lolthian cancer off the face of earth, wherever they stuck their chitinous arses.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Youu~ could hire an investment broker? {:3

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">That is very smart idea. :O

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Thomas, how do I investments :O

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">UNLIMITED POWAAAAAAAAAH

* Swallowtail becomes a merchant ninja lord. =3=

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

* Dr. Hatari snrks.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Ask Barbarus.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If anything remains.. our Mace branch is always in need of cash. Especially our library.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">He -lives- for this.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Somewhere along, i'd get a magic ring for Gradia, perhaps.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Swallowtail establishes a ninja village.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Swallowtail becomes hokage.

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</i>Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">*ALL OF THE KUNAIS*

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ed's room changed. :3

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</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">:00 lagcheck?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Either way, probably won't happen. For one, money would lose value , wouldn't they

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Lots and lots of money? Excellent equipment, and enough land for a training school for when I'm done proving my style is awesome.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If everyone of us ran around with sackfuls of gold ..&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Gamal's swords are now greater artifacts.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">:00

RAM:<font color="#990000">:00

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:00 at :01.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">swords? you mean everything on my body? hehe

VAE:<font color="#000000">spells added

Tokens dropped onto map 'World Map'RAM:<font color="#990000">&gt;: Liatai:<font color="#000000">:01 ?

RAM:<font color="#990000">:02

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:02 at :01. :B

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

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Right! Let's go! :D

RAM:<font color="#990000">Ja!

GM:<font color="#000000">Last session on Akellon... not a whole lot that was plot-relevant happened. :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">Also, I think I

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Evil council map..? x3

RAM:<font color="#990000">I'll only be able to play for about 5 hours.

GM:<font color="#000000">But in the mini-sessions? Hoo doggy.

VAE:<font color="#000000">what minisessions

VAE:<font color="#000000">why noone tells me when they happen ?

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

* VAE holidays now

* VAE can watch along

RAM:<font color="#990000">On account of having to go do some PT so I don't get yelled at and have time to shower and such before work starts.

GM:<font color="#000000">We're about to find out. A night has passed, and it is now the dawn of a new day, Loda, Damarron 5th, 1221 CA. &#171; &#160;1d100 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hmm, fair enough

RAM:<font color="#990000">Assuming I don't fade and fall asleep, that is.

GM:<font color="#000000">And the weather is clear and lovely!

RAM:<font color="#990000">Yay!

RAM:<font color="#990000">Perfect for a festival!

GM:<font color="#000000">The festival is tomorrow, the 6th. :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">Oh, right.

RAM:<font color="#990000">I knew that. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The god of trolls trolls their followers by rolling in a nasty storm system.

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

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Take it away, gentlemen!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron spent a good chunk of the day stuck in the mostly packed-up library, picking up new spells.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang and Talfeera...don't really have anything important to to today.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Asides from body fluids exchange XD

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Asides from that, yes.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang gets ready for his Deffbike rides, though. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Suddenly drow.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi and Aelian port in that morning, bringing the dogs and the rat with them. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Tooom.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">HUP!

RAM:<font color="#990000">Gotta go for a few! Back soon!

* Thomas Lazarus has just been sitting around taking it easy for the moment.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Sszeyl looks like he got into a fight with something big and toothy. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Halp.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">heh, Miron and Tom have still the prank erythnul shrine to prepare :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Wh-wha--I've never heard you ask for help before.&quot; :O

* Thomas Lazarus jumps up.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I can't feel my hands.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">&quot;Smell mine&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus appraises the Drow! How much is he worth? Also how are his vitals? Heal: &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 18 + 12 = 30&#160;  &#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Sszeyl waves an arm, currently being chewed on by a still living pikefish.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;This could be partially why.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">ugh, meh. That joke pretty much only works in slovak

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=3=;

You whisper to Meany: '''... you didn't get rid of that, even? =w=; '''

* VAE forgot smell and feel aren't synonyms in english

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Dex is at 7. Str at 14. Wis at 15. 7 Dex damage, 7 Str Damage, and 1 wis damage.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And 3 fishchomp damage.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Don't forget the fishchomp. :B

Sszeyl whispers: I don't have the strength to yank it off.

* Thomas Lazarus seems briefly confused. &quot;...?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">:B

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Brb.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Snake bit me~&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd is kinda stuck in the kitchen all day, making goods for tommorrow

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Did you.. have you lost a lot of blood or something?&quot; Tom puts forth the effort of removing the fish. It's been suffocating for atleast five minutes and isn't as strong as Tom. It's probably not that hard even if its jaw needs to be broken open.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah, the fish is on its last legs. Metaphorically. ^^;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Fatcat leg-wrestling &gt;:O

VAE:<font color="#000000">it grew legs

VAE:<font color="#000000">and rode away on a sewing machine

* Thomas Lazarus removes the pike and lets it splat unceremoniously to the ground. :E

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">There you go Tavia.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You look really weak..! What kind of snakebite?? Come sit down in the main hall, let me get a cure ready for you.&quot;

* Vuz bats at the fish.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Le escort.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Meany's still AFK, so... le pilot.

Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( Oh. I missed that. ^^; ))

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">No kitty, like this! RIP TEAR SHRED mess. :3

Amadre:<font color="#000000">I smell fishblood. :O

Vuz:<font color="#000000">And thus did the animals make a right bloody mess. *brick'd*

* Thomas Lazarus rubs his chin while frowning deeply.. He goes over a list of pathogens and toxins in his head that could have caused that kind of debilitation in a strong monk. (Heal: &#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 17 + 14 = 31&#160;  &#187;). Of course, his initial suspicion is, 'not that bloody many'.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">I live.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I like that initial suspicion

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Pathogens, none, but toxins, it would take a cornucopia, or some bizarre esoteric compound that isn't in common use. Not that bloody many, indeed.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I didn't see the snake. But I felt the bites.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( It helps that the player has played a venomancer before and knows exactly how much poisons and diseases actually suck. :B ))

RAM:<font color="#990000">Aaand back.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">A mix of spider venom, giant wasp poison, and... no, bloodroot damages Con, too... there aren't many injury poisons that damage Wisdom... maybe? Not a snake you know of, though.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Sszeyl seems to be pushing around some of the blood he's leaking from his arm while holding his head in his hand with the other.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well. For the time being, Tom simply makes himself scarce and prepares his cure, as he said. Filling his 4th level open spellslot with Restoration for 15 minutes.

Adelaide:<font color="#990000">'Sup, Tom?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm surprised the elves haven't reacted. :.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Just being a doctor.

Adelaide:<font color="#990000">Climb climb climb.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghostwish, you here?

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Ghost's dead.

Adelaide:<font color="#990000">Watcha workin' on there? |3

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Ram killed him.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">right as I peek in. unannounced afk. XP

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ghost's UNDEAD

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">learn your terminology

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">DEATHLESS. :3

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

* VAE hiss

* VAE hiss

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Sszeyl.. pardon my common.. but.. what in the sweet hairy halfling buttcheeks happened to you!?&quot;

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

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Snake bite. Fish. Assorted reptiles.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Deathless are sick heresy

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

* Liatai pictures the scene from The Princess Bride where Miracle Max's wife is chasing him around yelling &quot;HUMPERDINK! HUMPERDINK!&quot; where the wife is Ghost, Miracle Max is VAE, and Ghost is yelling &quot;DEATHLESS! DEATHLESS!&quot; *brick'd*

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">I suspect that right about now Thomas notices the mess. It's everywhere.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Still pushing that blood around.

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">How.. the f.. did they get it on the walls?

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I have the -worst headache right now.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You are the least effective cleaning dogs ever &gt;:O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Kor get in here!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Sszeyl, hyu look like schit.&quot;

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">Call my union. *shun*

* VAE must totally watch that movie again

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hee, I remember that part.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Funny you say that, as there's a tom and a solid wall between me and you.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">:P

RAM:<font color="#990000">It's been a long time, though.

VAE:<font color="#000000">if you want the .avi, i got it

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">There, happy?

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

* VAE can send over skype

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Yes, I feel like it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Still pushing that blood around.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;And what exactly were you doing that got you so very intimately in touch with nature?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vat heppened to hyu?&quot; O.o

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">erk, brb!

VAE:<font color="#000000">No

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Riverbed exploration.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Intimately in touch with nature -&gt; the fish would be hanging off his dick

Sszeyl: <font color="#a14d7f">(( That's biblically in touch with nature. ))

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">good one

Sszeyl: <font color="#a14d7f">(( Get your euphamisms straight! ))

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dat seems a liddle...eksessiff for chust riverbed eksploration.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;You'd think so.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;But somehow it happened.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Like magic.&quot; 8|

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">The sarcasm meter explodes.

VAE:<font color="#000000">such a good thing Miron is busy learning spells.

VAE:<font color="#000000">he'd probably force him to drink the elixir of truth, and do a full interrogation

VAE:<font color="#000000">he still might when he finds out, actually

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Versus a Dominate Person spell?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Even then.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I wonder if it'd work

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The frequency with which we can say &quot;good thing Miron isn't there&quot; is approximately equal to the number of scenes there are, lately. :P

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

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Miron is some sort of draft officer.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Good for Sszeyl, only, though

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tom's spell should be getting close to done. :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">Okay, now VAE almost rolled over

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">After some number of ticks on the pocketwatch, Tom returns.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He busts through the wall and everything. *bricked*

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Still. Pushing. The blood. Around.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">back!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">What does that mean? =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Tell me the prognosis, doctor.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">he's more-less like a Warhammer 40k commisar. Commisar Cain noted that trouble is brewing when the officer staff of a ship actually gave him a warm welcome,

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">It means-*blocked due to DP.* 8|

VAE:<font color="#000000">He of course, wasn't a standard commisar, but there's a stereotype in place.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">A ninja cautiously approaches, looking around at all the blood.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The prognosis is that you're messed up way more than someone should be just for swimming in the river! But just hold on..&quot; Doctor Tom frowns.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Oh look.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Oh, hello Swallowtail.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">that's diagnosis

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Swan Song, what happened to you?&quot; O.o

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It doesn't really matter, I'm Tom.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Prognosis is &quot;Your situation will rapidly deteriorate unless you open your fucking gap and start talking what happened.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I got in a fight with some snakes, fish, assorted reptiles.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I could say prognostification and cite humor imbalance.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Seems to be a bit of an emphasis on the last one. 8|

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are there sharks in the river? That looks not like snake attacks.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know. Kitchens aren't really the place to be turning into a field hospital...wouldn't be good if any of that got on the food I'm cooking. If he's in a condition to be talking, maybe you should move him to an area less likely to be contaminated by all the blood?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Do reptiles liff in rivers?&quot; :.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">And still pushing that blood around while looking at Tom, waiting for treatment.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't see why reptiles can't be aquatic.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;... what are you doing?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus murmurs, &quot; As if this is a kitchen.&quot; =3=

* Swallowtail looks over.

* Thomas Lazarus takes the chained cask from around his neck and fishes around in a pocket for a moment. He draws out a key and unlocks the box. A big old pile of diamond dust with whole gems dispersed throughout is revealed.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Amayan word for Seal, and Help are faintly visible.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">*shot*

* Thomas Lazarus takes a pinch of diamond-sand and flicks it at Sszeyl's gut.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm cooking right now..it's the only kitchen I have access to, even if the building designer had no clue what a kitchen should be like..so right now, it's my kitchen, and it's being used as such. Gotta make enough so we dont run out too fast tommorrow.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus speaks an incantation and pointedly ignores the dry complaining. :P

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; Swallowtail leans closer, looking at the blood. &quot;(Tathi,)&quot; she says in Amayan. &quot;(Tathi, I think you speak this tongue. Look.)&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">A soft white glow overtakes Sszeyl for several seconds. Restoration get! All ability damage healed. Fatigue, too, if you're not immune to that.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Thanks.&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang glances over, but to him it just looks like gibberish.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well. I should thank you.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi does glance down.. and peers at the letters for just a moment before her eyes widen. &quot;Oh geezus, don't be..&quot; She starts, but then looks pointedly at Sszeyl. &quot;Sszeyl, be a dear and use the power of your seal?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Iz dat a feeshy?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">The Seal flickers...and shorts out. =3=;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You asked for help.&quot; ^^; &quot;You might be surprised how rare that is.. adventurers .&quot; =w=;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;It appears to be out of charges.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi's eyes widen. &quot;That is.. not good.&quot;

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;How do we get more charges?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Wait.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;They recharge after a day.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;... that is problem. That is big problem.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy tink hyu deed more last night ten eksplore a riverbed.&quot; :.

* Thomas Lazarus closes up the diamond lockbox and re-locks it. It goes back to being gaudy jewelry for now.

* Thomas Lazarus raises a brow. &quot;...?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">To Tathi, &quot;What is it?&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aid aquatic mammal.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">....I shoulda known. =3=

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not dolphin, like sea lion.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; Swallowtail holds up a hand and takes out some paper.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 11 + 1 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; doodle attempt of a seal, with the word next to it in Amayan.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">:.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;You telling me that seal he has can run out of power just from him exploring a riverbed?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Neat.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Apparently, his seal is broken down right now..&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;This, and help.&quot; Swallowtail points at the table.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why write and not speak, Swan Song?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oop, brb

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I would if I could.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;But-&quot; And there's the hand punching him square in the face.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Le floor hit.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Wow I punch hard.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi stands up, rather alarmed. &quot;Allright, we need to find out a way to recharge that thing, and fast. Big bad and scaley looks like he's getting uppity.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Oh he's not that blatant.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I'm just trying to see if my strength is all the way back.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">8|

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hitting yourself sounds like a pretty shitty way to do so.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;!&quot; Tom looks down and blinks with wide eyes, but remains otherwise pretty calm. &quot;...&quot; ^^; He tries to help Sszeyl back up to his chair. &quot;I.. I see.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi's player's wisdom is like, in the negatives. How much does Tathi know about this seal again? ^^;;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... I was about to say &quot;what you've been told,&quot; but then realized that doesn't help. At all. =w=;

Tathi: <font color="#ff">(( A MATHEMATICIAN'S ANSWER!? But I hate fractions.. ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">And like always, the second inquisitor in the group is in the wrong place at the wrong time, poring over prayerbooks.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">He could come by to talk with Tom about the prankshrine? :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's not Mace business anyways. All we could do about it is get pissed off. Literally. :P

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who could tell us how?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Let's see.. a dangerous dragon got control over his vessel again, we had a task to prevent it but didn't, and it isn't Mace business?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Iz dere noddink ve kan do about it in de meantime?&quot; :/

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You can do these things about it: a.) Get pissed off ... :B

* Swallowtail moves over and readies an action to prevent more self-hitting. 8|

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Does knocking him out make it easier or harder for the dragon to gain control?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">what time of day is it, anyways?

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I can't tell you.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">hm, how long does learning a spell take? VAE wants to make him show up at a reasonable time.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">8 hours.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Let's.. not consider that course of action unless absolutely necessary, and concentrate more on the seal.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Oh, that I can answer Gamal.&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">8 hours, but you've been at the Mace all day yesterday.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So you're good. :3

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Easier. He's been complaining about me not trancing anymore.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">True. true.

VAE:<font color="#000000">and Miron does tend to be a nightly worker

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, takes away that option. What about just tying you down with some really sturdy chains untill the seals operational then?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Please come speak with me for a moment.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus sighs at the ridiculous mess on the way out. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;No idea.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">SHA-ZAM.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Or ve kould chust, hyu know, supervise him.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">A cat appears at the top of the stairs, fires off a Prest. to clean it up.

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Stop teasing us with fish if you don't have any.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">And vanishes.

Adelaide:<font color="#990000">You know what'll help?

Adelaide:<font color="#990000">Fuzz therapy.

Adelaide:<font color="#990000">Climb climb climb.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Pet pet pet.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Thomas?&quot;

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

Vuz:<font color="#000000">Aw. No more fish. &gt;: Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Now that about a hundred feet and a couple feet of sound-proofed walls are separating them, Thomas gives Aelian a serious look and whispers.

Thomas Lazarus whispers: &quot;Please to to the Pearldust and tell Nathan that Vargichixeniejir is acting incredibly suspicious today. Sszeyl was hurt -badly-. I've never seen poison work like that, unless he was doing something insane in the river. Something is wrong. The seal shouldn't be out of uses. If he can stop over, great. Just let him know. Please.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian nods, and immediately takes off down the street after giving a sharp whistle.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Drat. AFK again, two shakes.

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">If Thomas was unlucky enough to immediately try heading back inside, he might need to make a reflex to stay standing as mega-dog comes barreling out after Aelian. |3

Aelian whispers: Aelian's making fast speed towards the pearldust shop. Anything along the way? :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">Up in the Mace headquarters, a certain short inquisitor finally closes up a particualrly thick tome, wipes out his eyes, looks over the neat lines of text in his prayerbook one more time, and stands up. ''This one'll come handy. Hell, we need to get that shrine ready today. I'll have to see if there's still some kit left after that...Hm, prob'ly should grab Tom first, it was his idea, anyways.''

You whisper to Ghostwish: Nothing of note. Aelian can return with Nathaniel and Papa in tow in about fifteen, twenty minutes.

Aelian whispers: And so he does! :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Snap, dawg!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron gives a nod to Richter, and then the others on his way out, and soon enough, he's on his way.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Okay brain stop that. I am not making Tavia's theme song the mega man 2 title song.

RAM:<font color="#990000">DOOO EEET!

* VAE now has time to wait ,anyways.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Walking takes time, after all.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">That said, does anything eventful happen on the way to VGcats headquarters?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Nothing terribly eventful. :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">Hmm... we'll need to get some beef blood too. Erythnul shrines tend to be messier than a slaughterhouse.

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">We do have a lot of cats, lately.. |.

* VAE has 2

VAE:<font color="#000000">one of them even seems to like me, by now

* VAE happylynx

* Thomas Lazarus returns inside, saying nothing, and doing nothing in particular. He folds his arms and idles about, casting the occasional concerned look at the Drow.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">The young half-elf and elven hound are soon joined by an old man and a dog. The old man occasionally queries Aelian as they walk... &quot;... and what sort of damage did he display?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">That's right I CALLED THE DRAGON POLICE.

* Papa loks srs. :|

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Thomas commented that the poison was.. acting far stronger than usual. Everything seemed off.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;He was resorting to writing messages in his own blood to tell us the seal was depleted.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ohhhhhhh that's what you meant by pushing that blood around.

Sszeyl: <font color="#a14d7f">(( Yes. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I thought it was some little idiosyncratic expression thing. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#a14d7f">(( :B ))

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;I suppose we will need to ask him for more specifics... hm. That is unfortunate. Did anyone happen to scan him for magic?&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Ugh, fading fast. =3=

VAE:<font color="#000000">go nap for an hour

VAE:<font color="#000000">or two

VAE:<font color="#000000">you'll still get most of the game

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Go sleep, is okay. :3

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Not yet.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">I need to be up in 4 hours anyway.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">go to bed then

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">not like there's much for Shankfang to do anyways

Liatai:<font color="#000000">VAE, Miron can arrive at HQ now.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;I see...&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian leads a buncha DRAGONZ inside the headquarters, and to the dining area. :3

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">Hey you guys smell like saffron. :O

Miron:<font color="#000000">Whistling an old song about three dwarven sappers, Miron arrives at the Guardians HQ.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Sorry I couldn't stay for the whole game, Liacute. &gt;: With any luck things'll be more stable next weekend.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Night night, everyone.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">don't worry

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

Papa:<font color="#000000">Bowr?

VAE:<font color="#000000">happened to me too, and for dumber reasons

VAE:<font color="#000000">you don't pick the schedule

RAM whispers: *Nuzzle* |3

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">Door open, secretary nowhere.. fat lot of good did hiring her do them,..

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh! Mr. Toris. Welcome.&quot; :3

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good morning. I hear you've had a spot of trouble?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Oh, hello Papa.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;And Nathaniel.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Pet pet pet the dog.

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

* Gamal-Junayd keeps cooking.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Honoured to meet you.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Gnome! :3 Lick!

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor approaches one of the dog for a bit too close, immediately steps back

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

</i>Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( Distractions all over the place ^^;;;;; ))

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good morning, Inquisitor Steelsprocket. I believe we have met before now, but it is good to see you.&quot; He then looks to Thomas. &quot;... So. What has happened?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods to Miron.

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

* Papa leans on Sszeyl. Floof!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Thanks for stopping by on short notice. Just.. a bit of a concern.&quot; He frowns and tilts his head towards the meeting room doorway. &quot;Sszeyl says the seal's power has already been depleted today.. ... ..and he returned in pretty bad condition. Weakness and emaciation. He says a snake bit him.&quot; It doesn't take a sense motive check to tell the Inquisitor doesn't look like be believes that.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Snakes, fish, assorted reptiles.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Snake bite...*sigh*&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Was there any unusual clumsiness or lack of manual dexterity associated with the weakness and emaciation?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Pikefish.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And depleted seal. Tiamat's three arses, weren't the two seals supposed to function independently?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes, well, I've never had to attend to anyone who swam in the river before and looked like that..&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus folds his arms. &quot;Possibly.. but I haven't had him really perform a demonstration, or anything. He's a pretty spry guy in the first place. A bit of a shake, perhaps..&quot;

* Dr. Hatari does his best to describe strange meta-damage. @_@;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;How long was he gone, even?&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;You may not believe me, but that is a good sign. An indication that the seal was working properly.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;When was the last time anyone seen him here?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I have no idea, we timeskipped. *bricked*

* Thomas Lazarus raises a brow. &quot;...? Is it?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;That.. is just a bit strange? You didn't enjoy the wine too much, did you?&quot; Tathi says with a smirk.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;May I ask how that works?&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;In the meantime... (Bensveltoris, if you would apply the charm while I explain?)&quot; tthe old man asks into the dining room in Draconic.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">To Miron, &quot;It was just the evening. He doesn't trance anymore.&quot;

Papa:<font color="#000000">Wuff. The dog nods, taking a violet scale-shaped gem out of a pouch hanging at his side.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">UUP. THERE'S THAT MOONSPEAK.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;How long.. I'm wondering how far from here coul he have gotten.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Sszeyl gives a long look at himself in the reflection of one of his bracers.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Let this be a lesson. Treachery requires -no- mistakes.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">that's brillaint

VAE:<font color="#000000">nomming Sszeyl for that bit.

* Thomas Lazarus looks slightly frustrated and sighs. &quot;I don't know, you could ask him. It could have been the entire time we were sleeping, or five minutes.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Thirteen hours.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If he's still under the influence... good luck getting him to..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thirteen hours. Means he must have disappeared in the afternoon.&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Seal of the Warrior -- Salishea's portion of the seal -- is meant to diminish the Red's physical prowess should he fully manifest. The fact that your friend was able to walk here under his own power means that the Red did not fully manifest.&quot;

* Dr. Hatari is amused by the emerging and thus far successful Tom-strategy of, &quot;Just ask them :O&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;As long as his mind was able to do with the body what it wanted, fat lot of good did that do us.&quot;

* Papa is meanwhile concentrating on the gem -- a lilac stream of magic is flowing from the gem into the seal. Charges restored!

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I wonder... hell. thirteen hours, that makes six.. hell, he could have walked to Redtree and back.&quot;

* Nathaniel Toris makes a spell gesture, and his eyes deepen in shade to dark blue.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">He frowns, then sweeps into the room. &quot;That certainly explains the message in blood.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Sszeyl looks like he's trying to force his jaw open.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">But it's remaining closed.

* Thomas Lazarus peeks in with a frown. &quot;...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What do you mean?&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sszeyl?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What is it?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor is getting somewhat restless.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Since the player was derping three ways during that scene, Thomas will not clarify. ^^;;; *bricked* ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Yes...?&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;You may experience some discomfort; however, I can promise you that this will not hurt.&quot; The old man begins to make spellcasting gestures, speaking an authoritative prayer in Draconic. A symbol of a star on a blue field around his neck flashes -- &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 1 + 12 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">... how did I guess. =w=;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 1 + 18 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spellcraft. What was that?

* Nathaniel Toris frowns, beginning the prayer anew. &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 8 + 12 = 20&#160;  &#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Lollerskates.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Apparently, it was create water. Why is there no water!?

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Alas, ones! If only Renia was here!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Maybe it was create powdered water.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">WAIT.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">She can be here!

You whisper to Meany: Bolstered by the revived seal, that's enough to *pop* Vargie's Dominate spell at the moment.

Renia:<font color="#FF0000">I'm available for hire. $wQ

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">He could flub and cast Plane shiftQ

* Gamal-Junayd mutters about more stuff going on in the kitchen that could be better handled elsewhere

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">!*

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">A deep breath.

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Any idea what spell was that, brother? I.. ergh, I must be tired today.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;The dragon manifested shortly after I started work on a fishing canoe. He walked down river a few hours, made land, and contacted a tribe of Kobolds.&quot;

Violet Vesav:<font color="#000000">The clerk enters for the morning, and sees a blood trail in the hallway. o_o

Violet Vesav:<font color="#000000">Peek. o_o

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;He has grown strong enough to rebel both me and First when trying to attack him.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Heck no. I'm not one of those casting gurus. If I can't cast it, I'm clueless until Tathi explains it.&quot; ^^;

* Thomas Lazarus glances south. :.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">BRB, snackages.

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Come on, did they teach you nothing in the seminary?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh, ah-hahah. Ignore the mess, please. That was just.. the dogs got ahold of a fish, and we made a mess. Everything is safe and sound, so don't worry.&quot; ^^;;

<i> You have disconnected.

</i><i><font color="#0000ff">Ghostwish has connected.

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

</i><i><font color="#0000ff">Railock has connected.

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh good, that wasn't just me. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">ghost had to forcekill server

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Java freeze? :.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Massive error pile. I was completely locked up.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">* Thomas Lazarus glances south. :. Liatai: BRB, snackages. Miron: &quot;Come on, did they teach you nothing in the seminary? Thomas Lazarus: &quot;Oh, ah-hahah. Ignore the mess, please. That was just.. the dogs got ahold of a fish, and we made a mess. Everything is safe and sound, so don't worry.&quot; ^^;;

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

</i>VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron: &quot;Good morning, miss.&quot;

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

</i>VAE:<font color="#000000">that was the only other line I put through

VAE:<font color="#000000">moment before the DC

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Thomas Lazarus: &quot;Oh, ah-hahah. Ignore the mess, please. That was just.. the dogs got ahold of a fish, and we made a mess. Everything is safe and sound, so don't worry.&quot; ^^;;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;... intriguing. I'll need to forward this information to Kerishorak and Calaserian.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Can it be trusted, though?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Especially when under the dragon's influence, he's not known for entirely truthful statements.&quot;

* Violet Vesav nods. o_o Listen check to hear, &quot; Very well, sir. Do you have a mop anywhere? &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If needed, I should have an elixir of truth stored somewhere... Bought it ages ago.. they shouldn't go stale, anyways. &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 13 + 4 = 17&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+4 = 8 + 4 = 12&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;We have no other source, inquisitor, and none so intimately acquainted with the spirit.&quot; The old man looks to Sszeyl. &quot;It is your choice.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">:B

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Ooo! Ooo! I haven't hugged this person yet!

Violet Vesav:<font color="#000000">Nope, you didn't get that. =3=;

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Oh gods she's headed right for Violet at mach 2. XP

Violet Vesav:<font color="#000000">POW. Poor NPC-class didn't stand a chance.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What do you think, brother?&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">FLOOR'D. And licking frenzy. XD

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Do as you wish. I'm kinda distracted listening to First give the Dragon a lecture on proper espionage skill.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Oh, the dragon's devolving the conversation into a cuss fight.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">IIIII think I missed the context while disconnected?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well.. In his place I wouldn't be polite either.&quot;

You whisper to Meany: *vile words here* you, I just wanted to watch them scurry like little ants!

Violet Vesav:<font color="#000000"> DX

Sszeyl whispers: They -are- ants! And they're scurrying now! Admit you wanted to show off how much smarter you were than them!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Whether it's worth using an ellixir of truth to ascertain. Hell, Miron could prepare Zone, given some extended time to replace a spell.

You whisper to Meany: *cartoon dustcloud of fighting goes here*

Sszeyl whispers: :B

* VAE grahs.Spellbook slots, why I never keep a bunch of you free.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Discern lies

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">To ascertain what?

* VAE prepared that one

* Thomas Lazarus raises a brow. &quot;...?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">If Sszeyl's account of the situation is truthful

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">You realize you'd need to beat a Dragon's willpower if I was.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;So, what should we do now?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Respectfully, Sszeyl isn't really prone to lying even when ordinary people would. And it it's the dragon, nothing we could do would work on him regardless.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I was just learning a neat little prayer up at our library.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;A kobold hunt? I got nothing.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Does.. does anyone hear quiet, terrified cries for help- oh gods Tavia.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I might well do a test.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian pokes his head out.. and slaps his face when he sees Tavia. &quot;Tavia! Heel!&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Awwwww.

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Gnome! Poun-

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Tavia!&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Some of our extended family would be more than happy to assist in monitoring kobold tribes in the area.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">D'oh. :(

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Just a second.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Sudenly, artz. 8|

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 14 + 10 + 2 = 26&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Violet Vesav:<font color="#000000"> D|

Petticoated lady flail, attempting to stand.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Behold, a sketch of the three main kobolds who did the talking.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;These are...?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Thomas get over there and help your future wife. XP

VAE:<font color="#000000">yea, will go with discern lies.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;The kobolds important enough in the tribe to speak with the Dragon directly.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I didn't understand what they said, and the damage to my mind fogged the memory.&quot;

Violet Vesav:<font color="#000000">Stand. Wipeface. =w=;

Violet Vesav:<font color="#000000">Retreat!

* Papa peers. :.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, helping pack for the trip. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">back

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">am I here?? o.o

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron scratches his chin for a moment. &quot;How was it... ''Saint Cuthbert, you who weighs every word spoken, grant me the sight to discern truth from lie. For thus has he spoken - in my name the wise man shall pick the grain of truth from the seeds of lie like a bird chooses grain over gravel. ''Now, Sszeyl, repeat again. When have you gone away, and when has the dragon taken your body over? &quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">hmm, that prayer could have been a bit more polished, but you try coming up with it in five minutes :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Aaand repeat.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">For plot time saving. :P

VAE:<font color="#000000">Okay, now

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">No lies.

VAE:<font color="#000000">This lasts a round per level. .. everything OK in his speech?

VAE:<font color="#000000">at least, so I understan

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

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Either I have screwed the spell up, or he isn't consciously lying. As good as it gets.&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;I do not recognize their faces, but I am not well-acquainted with the local kobold tribes. There are those, however, who are.&quot; Nathaniel folds the paper and tucks it into the pouch hanging on Papa's side.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">We have a cat staking out our birdfeeder. :|

* VAE saves the prayer into hsi prayer text file

VAE:<font color="#000000">Maybe she's testing if Saint Cuthbert told the truth :3

* Thomas Lazarus simply continues peering worriedly. He's somewhat out of his element now that the investigations have gone beyond medical. &gt;: VAE:<font color="#000000">Scientific experiment FTW!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Grey and white, no collar. No idea if it' a feral or a pet.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*it's

VAE:<font color="#000000">either way, cat is good news

Kugo:<font color="#0000FF">Go outside and kick its ass!

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

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Capture it.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Feed it.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Make it yours. :O

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Build cat empire? :B *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">that's what my aunt does

* Meany absorbs all cats whose owners don't attend them.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">My sister hates me for stealing the love of her blackcat and kitten.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">And now calico too. :&gt;

VAE:<font color="#000000">we have six or seven out of which about three are explicitly ours

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">meany proves &quot;catlady&quot; is unfair gender stereotyping

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;The energy of the memento magica should recharge the seal with four calming spells.&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Should that prove insufficient, kindly let us know.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you for your timely attendance. Mr. Toris.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Thank you, Mr. Toris. Did your family enjoy the wine?&quot;

Papa:<font color="#000000">|3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Papa's look tells me a bit too much.&quot; ^^

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor shudders at the mention of fae wine.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;A certain whelp is hoarding it.&quot; |3

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Thank you.&quot;

Papa:<font color="#000000">|D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes.. thank you, sir.&quot; {:3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hoarding, dragons? Nonsense.&quot; She says, smirking.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Erythnul's bloody arse, that tstuff would take down a horse.No wonder dragons like it&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;That reminds me. I need to post this letter.&quot; Tathi says, standing up. &quot;Anyone else have anything they need to mail?&quot;

* Nathaniel Toris waves a hand, and motes of light start cleaning up the blood. &quot;There we are... Now then. Gamal-Junayd, my grandson is preparing your swords for use.&quot;

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">Like i'd be giving my mail to anyone.

</i>Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;We'll be taking our leave, then, unless anyone has any other concerns or queries?&quot;

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">Security means only two people touch it.

</i>Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I believe you have already done more than was expected. Mr. Toris.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you again in the name of the Leaden Mace.&quot;

* Nathaniel Toris nods, ambling off with dog-son in tow.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">I cast Discern Lies on Miron.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">*mace'd*

Edaric:<font color="#000000">A bard peeks down the stairs.

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... what did I miss?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus looks over his shoulder with folded arms.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor actually means it. The Torises are an upstanding family.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Dragon spirit matters..&quot; He frowns.

GM:<font color="#000000">We'll be ready to timeskip whenever you all are. :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think it's cleared up, now. Nathan stopped by.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, in that case.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">oop.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Ready.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi heads down to the local post, only mauling three and one half noble-OW! Okay, okay, she mails a letter. :3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Dear Uncle Calreth,

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Why you box-eared pixie! I told you to send me none, and you sent SIX? I've half a mind to come down there and shave your head into a mohawk!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Oh well. I can't mail fireballs by post, so I guess that scathing threat will have to do. Regardless, thank you for gifts, as they make fine gifts to many others. I suppose you'd get a giggle knowing the number of hangovers you inflicted upon the Leaden Mace, if you're familiar with the group.

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;We need to get that shrine in shape, Tom. The feast starts tomorrow, after all.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">I don't suppose I've told you of SEEDS yet, have I? I've started a project to found a new home for our people. South of Castleton and west of Redtree, and you wouldn't believe my good fortune. It's a fey wood! They practically walked up and knocked on my door! Well, actually, tackled one of my team members, but whatever.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Pay a visit when you're not relocating people's faces to the floor. Also, have you been keeping touch with my mother or father? I've only recently learned how to scry, and I've been peeking in on them both. Might just have to see what you've been getting up to as of late.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Write or scry, get back to me,

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Didn't want to admit the fey tackled you, did you, Tathi? :P

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hm.....?&quot; He seems lost for a long moment, looking stressed. &quot;... Oh. That.&quot; ^^;

* Liatai is brick'd. x3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Hush, you cackling over-god. :P

* Thomas Lazarus sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, but seems to remember himself and force a smile. &quot;...&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd keeps cooking

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Helping cook!

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Yep, that. We need to get some blood off the slaughterhouse.. and I think we can hammer up an &quot;altar&quot; in Gnogglebolt's fire pit.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">oh hell no mr bleed all over you are not cooking

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;You...are injured. and have blood on your clothes...get away from the food.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;.. It hasn't been a very good holiday for me.. ... ..I feel like celebrating would be.. inappropriate.&quot; He sighs and straightens up a bit. &quot;..But maybe it'll be a good idea to do just for relaxing's sake.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come in here bleeding all over the place while I'm cooking.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Neither was it for me... and believe me, it will get worse once the pranks start.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus smirks a bit. &quot;Well.. it shouldn't be too hard. It's supposed to be easily recognized as a fake, anyways.&quot; =w=

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Before you even think about it you better go and get cleaned up. Walking in rivers, playing with blood...&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Anybody got noms as we wrap up this day and scene? :3

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Gamal for Head Maid. *bricked* ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which is why I like your idea so much. Hell, we can drag in the rest of us, and pretend that Erythnul worship has become legal in Castleton, following a new edict *grin*&quot;

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

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Thomas - Urgent message! Sszeyl - DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA! Gamal - Blood? In my kitchen? GTFO.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I did nominate Sszeyl for the line about this is why treachery needs perfect executin.

VAE:<font color="#000000">*execution

* Thomas Lazarus chuckles. &quot;If people want to go that far with it, sure. I was just going to do a little prop for laughs and leave a candy bowl or something.&quot; :B

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">sszeyel for writing help me...in blood. Tahi for letter Thomas for ask the dragons for help, seals gone critical

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Heh, the candy bowl might well be there, just a little harder to find. &quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Ready for timeskip, also. Brb 2 shakes. ))

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Tom and Aelian for SNEAKY.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm pretty sure Anise wouldn't mind playing a priestess. After all she's well known for throwing in a punch where it's due.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Also ready for timeskip.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Swallowtail nom for noticing the blood was words.

VAE:<font color="#000000">ready as soon as they finish talking

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Honestly you guys, the npcs are overshadowing you.

VAE:<font color="#000000">and yeah, that was astute of her.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">yes, timeskip to festival and fun

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hell, Miron wasn't even there.

* Thomas Lazarus huffs in mild amusement. &quot; Priestess of Erythnul, huh.. Cadamon would be best.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;True, true, if he'll join in.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Gamal - 100 XP - Danger? I don't give a rat's ass, you're bleeding in my kitchen. OUT. &gt;:| Sszeyl - 100 XP - And that, sir, is why you fail. Thomas - 100 XP - Quick, light up the dragon-signal! Tathi - 100 XP - Letter! Swallowtail - 100 XP - Message in blood?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Though.. i'd rather have him as the one who tells to the folk about the new edict with a straight face.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not many can manage that.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">next place we get, I am SO making sure it has a proper kitchen you all wont wander into to bleed while I'm cooking

GM:<font color="#000000">Okay! Let's gooooo! Dawn of a New Day, Sei, Damarron 6th, the Tricksters' Feast!

GM:<font color="#000000">Festival yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! \o/

GM:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 39&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Gamal-Junayd gets up early to get some stretching in and make sure he's ready for the day, before cooking breakfast for everyone. (Profession(Cook) Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 5 + 12 = 17&#160;  &#187;) and the veggie only option (Profession(Cook) Check : &#171;  &#160;1d20+12 = 10 + 12 = 22&#160;  &#187;)

GM:<font color="#000000">And it seems like it's clear skies for the festival! Maybe Olidammara tricked Obad-Hai into keeping the weather nice.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi and Aelian arrive by port that day.. and it's only now the player thinks it would be proper for tathi to have a formal elven dress. XP

* Edaric is doing warm-ups on the couch. :3 Strum~ &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 1 + 17 = 18&#160;  &#187;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">New day!! Tathi casts detect scrying! Move that Dorf. :3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">TWANG. DX

Edaric:<font color="#000000">You hear a number of curses from the sitting room.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#0000FF">Guess who's in Castleton? :3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">oh god

* Gamal-Junayd passes out food to everyone

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Mumble grumble at least I have replacement strings. :|

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Oh, g'mornin', Gamal. Ready for today?&quot; :D

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Surely that horrific twang could not have been our great bard.&quot; Aelian says, in a joking, sarcastic tone.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I cooked all day yesterday, and I'm ready for today's contests as much as possible. Are you ready to support from the announcers position?&quot; he smiles

* Thomas Lazarus is sitting on the eastern edge of the roof, praying mutely.

* Thomas Lazarus stacks up on the maximum number of curative and preventative magics he can. ''Holidays. ^^;''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Boddyknock is currently occupied with the alchemy booth.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;My G string snapped...&quot; Edaric whines comedically, restringing the problem wire. |3 &quot;Once this is all set, I will be.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">OH GOD THE INNUENDOS.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Though he did volunteer his Bardic services with improving your preformance.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not a good omen is that? &quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh, I don't know. I had more strings snap on the first adventure I had with the Guardians than I'd had in years, and look where that's taken me!&quot; |D

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 7 + 17 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Strum~

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">A pair of cats appear!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron is sitting on the pavement edge outside the building, saying his morning prayers in fresh air.

* Gamal-Junayd chuckles

Miron:<font color="#000000">*on fresh air

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">:&quot;Well then, maybea few more will snap ahead of time to cement some good luck..as long as it's not in the middle of a performance. Either that, or it's a sign you shouldn't be traveling with us.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The city is already beginning to hum with colors and music, as though tuning as the audience arrives and preparing to break into the overture of the show. Thomas likely gets a good view. There's a whole wagon full of confetti passing by...

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">The court of King Caraticus.

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">Is just passing by~

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">|3

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">And oh lords and heavens she's headed straight for it!!!

* Thomas Lazarus raises index finger, inhales |O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Ehhn it's the festival.. &quot; He lets it go. |3

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Annnnnnd BOOMFFF.

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

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Confetti wagon now has a happy, panti, green and confetti'd ball of fur in the back. :3

GM:<font color="#000000">PWAFFFF! How'd you like that coating of confetti outside the HQ, Guardians? Seems there was a puff of air mechanism hidden inside the wagon that Tavia triggered.

GM:<font color="#000000">A tower of confetti rises high into the air!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What the hey!&quot; Tathi says, hearing the racket.

* Thomas Lazarus retreats. {|3

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;... where's Tavia?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">where's the wagon?

VAE:<font color="#000000">I assume, the opposite side of the building

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Generically outside to the east.

GM:<font color="#000000">Outside.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, when your ready and have eaten, should we head to our rented grounds?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi blinks, and looks about for a moment.. &quot;.. crap.&quot; She mutters, getting up. &quot;OH! Thomas, have you seen Tavia? What was that noise?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Good mornin!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron eventually finishes his prayers and walks inside to get some breakfast.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh yes, she's fine.&quot; Bluff: &#171; &#160;1d20+lols = 4 + 0 = 4&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Morning miss. In early, are ya?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;More importantly!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 19 + 1 = 20&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; sense motive!

GM:<font color="#000000">The wagon keeps trundling along, and the masked driver waves to you, the back of the wagon already... refilling with confetti? Ohhh. That explains the glowing ring on the masked driver's hand.

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">Brb.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What's on everyone's agenda for today?&quot; :3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi's eyes narrow.. &quot;Oh gods.. those two questions can be answered in the same, can't they?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Good mornin!&quot;

* Swallowtail is standing on the roof, laughing in the confetti shower. :D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; She's fine, she's fine.&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who's fine?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't say me there's more trouble, this soon already.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*this early

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Tavia or Amadre or whichever one it is - I still can't tell them apart.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;One of them's outside.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, the sooner we get to the festival grounds, the better. We'll want to set up for the crowds as soon as we can.&quot; :3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi just sighs, and shakes her head. &quot;What? Come on, it's easy, Thomas! Amadre has the part and Tavia has the spike!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thought Tathi finally wisened up and doesn't let them run amok.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Almost ready, or should I head out ahead of time?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;What do you guys think? All set to head out?&quot; :D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Pff, you think a lot of hard things are easy.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Yes. Maybe we'll find Tavia on the way.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I said one of them's just outside the building.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well. If you two're doing that dueling business, I better go with you and sit around until you call the event a wrap.&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Seen her run about while praying.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thats good, having you there will be reassuring that if someone tries to break the second rule, it probably wont end in a fatality.&quot;

* Swallowtail comes downstairs, covered in confetti. |D

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Actually, I'm gonna head out ahead of time, I have somethign to pick up.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;All right -- hey, where's all the food? Did Barbarus' folks already come and take it?&quot; :.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Just don't be dissapointed if no incredible warriors come up to make you a fortune in gold and test your skills to the max.&quot; :P

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Holy sparkles, what happened to you, Swallowtail?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Oven ))

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I assume so

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Colors.&quot; |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What in Nerull's rotting arse!?&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Colors happened.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pranks starting already, do they.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Probably, they were taking it away last night&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi peers.. &quot;Okay.. recount what happened, step by step?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">and gamal is off...to the pearldust pawnshop

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your dogs pounced a wagon of colors. Poof. Colors.&quot; Swallowtail makes a &quot;poof&quot; motion.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was very pretty.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi slaps her forehead and groans. &quot;What in the world.. Tavia!!&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Paste onto the Guardian Fairgrounds when you're ready! :3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">is the pearldust open this early?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">or just assume I pick em up no problem?

VAE:<font color="#000000">What about Miron and Tom

GM:<font color="#000000">The Pearldust isn't open today, but Brian is waiting for you outside.

VAE:<font color="#000000">there, too?

* Gamal-Junayd nods at him, handing him a pouch of gold for the payment.

Brian:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're later than I expected. Here they are.&quot; The smith hands over a wrapped bundle of cloth -- gleaming mithral hilts can be seen poking out of one end.

* Gamal-Junayd takes them

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">And right as the group arrives, that's when Tavia comes ambling up.. in a full clown get up, complete with a big, red, rubber nose. And she couldn't look happier.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Miron and Tom can go wherever Miron and Tom are going.

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">The rainbro affro is probably an improvement in Hatari's eyes, however.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I was delayed cookign breakfast, none of the others really know their way arounda kitchen.&quot;

* VAE just mentioning due to sillytemple preparation

* Edaric laughs! &quot;Hahaha! Look at you!&quot; |D

* Edaric kneels down and attempts to ruffle the dog. :D

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What in the trees..&quot; Tathi starts, seeing Tavia.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's our meeting room!! *bricked*

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well,. I hope you have time to come by and see them in action, if nothign else, I'll have em back tonight.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Alright, let's see..&quot; Tom collects up some of the sweets he made behind the scenes.

GM:<font color="#000000">A ramshackle facsimile of a temple of Erythnul is erected in no time. HQ is mostly vacant -- most people are patrolling already.

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">She's panting happily. New portrait image. XP

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;For this afternoon I'll be playing lifeguard - sorta speak - in the festival grounds..&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">oh god...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Then in the evening I'll head by the Mace and see what they're up to. Perhaps muck about with this silly temple idea and whatnot.&quot; |3

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, I'll likely have to do some patrol duty, too.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Candy~&quot; |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And yes. We'll meet up on the evening.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian can't stop laughing at Tavia to get any coherent sentences out.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;After all, the dupe will look up so much better in dark.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Maybe I could do it..&quot; 83

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 11 + 8 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Disguise...

Gamal-Junayd whispers: somethignt hat might help clickability, could you make the big yellow/red seeds tent move to back?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Give me a tattered cowl. I would be a great priest of slaughter, oo~ooo.&quot; |3

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Tavia jumps on her hind legs, and licks Edaric in the face. XP

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

* Dr. Hatari does google image search for grin cowl.

* Dr. Hatari gets http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y273/Jawafive/Batman/100_2132.jpg

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We could ask Barbarus for some of his bones.. and we'll need to fleck it with blood.&quot;

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

Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( Oven ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And... Hmm, I can show you a few mannerisms I seen in one of those fucks.. &quot;

* Gamal-Junayd arrives at the stage, with shiny mithril swords at his side, and climbs up on stage, testing it to make sure it's stable, checking for places the boards arent perfectly even, learning his battlefield

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor is grinning, evidently happy as a clam about the whole project.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">A blonde girl wearing a pair of cat ears on a headband and a fake tail approaches the fairgrounds.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">oh god..heh

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!! Did I mention the ridiculous bicycle honking noises she makes when she moves??

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The swallowtail fanbase cheers. \o/ *bricked*

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

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot; Sssh. Hello, Tavia. You will ruin disguise. &quot; |3

VAE:<font color="#000000">Swallowtail is a furry!

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">It is common costume for Kellon girls on short notice, or so my sources said. Leave me alone. &gt;|

* VAE doesn't

* Swallowtail begins to patrol the fairgrounds.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;How's it lookin', Gamal?&quot; :3

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Honk honk honk honk. Hi catman!

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+0 = 13 + 0 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Heh, hey, looks like we've already started attracting an audience!&quot; |D &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 3 + 17 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Play~

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Seems to be stable.&quot; (Jump Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+23 = 19 + 23 = 42&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Tumble Check : &#171;  &#160;1d20+19 = 9 + 19 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) as he then attempts a jumping back flip to make sure he's ready.

Miron:<font color="#000000">After done dealing with Thomas, Miron walks off to the Mace headquarters (of course, watching on the way) in order ot get assigned a patrol area. After all the Mace has to be exceptionally watchful so that someone doesn't use the chaos of celebration to cover up a crime.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">5 feet high jump backflip from a standing start. yeah I think he's ready

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I have made a Tom of Slaughter token set. :B

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

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">Dogtreat for Tavia.

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

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Yaaay! Om nom nom nom kugo impression!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron dressed up as a dwarf would be amusing

* Gamal-Junayd begins his dance. taking 10, (Perform(Dance) Check : &#171; &#160;10+11 = 10 + 11 = 21&#160;  &#187;)

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Do you think we brought enough pamplets?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">But neither his beard nor hair are long or dense enough to make proper braids.

GM:<font color="#000000">Miron is assigned to back up Thomas -- every inquisitor is going out in pairs today.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Wigs!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Do you think anyone will come?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Hmm. Does Tom wear his disguise to the fairgrounds?

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

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

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

* VAE expected. But this way, it'll make sense.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Do you think they'll come to SEEDS?&quot;

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

</i><i><font color="#0000ff">Railock is disconnected.

</i>Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Do you think you worry enough? OW! Hey! You'll set fire to the tent!&quot;

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

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">A sunny cleric most decidedly undedicated to slaughter arrives at the fairgrounds. :3

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">Hmm, he'll be there already, I expect. Nice duty, anyways.. given half the folk there can handle a sword, one'd have to be a moron to try commiting a crime.

</i>* Swallowtail waves hello to Thomas, scanning the area.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Disguise DC is 19, just for lulz.

* Thomas Lazarus waves back.. Sense Motive! Or spot! It doesn't matter they're the same modifier for me! &#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 11 + 4 = 15&#160;  &#187;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 18 + 2 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 21&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Spot!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">{:3 ?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Is that.. Swallowtail?&quot; Tathi says, and giggles.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">..A cute catgirl is waving at me! |d *bricked*

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">What in the world is that great honking noise- oh god-INCOMING CLOWN DOG THOMAS!!!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron arrives as well. &quot;Guess what, brother! Cadamon paired us up for patrol duty! At least we'll have time to plan everything out.&quot;

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

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">POWHONK.

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

* Thomas Lazarus staggers backwards, honking on impact. =w=;;

VAE:<font color="#000000">That's the ugliest dog I seen ever.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">english bulldog. What'ya expect? :P

* Swallowtail giggles. X3

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What in the world..&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Lemme know when you're ready for me to unleash the crowds. Everyone here? :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What the actual hell.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey Swallowtail! Intent on picking yourself a tomcat, are ya? I heard Barbarus's still a bachelor. *laughs*&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus ruffles Tavia gently enough to nod dislodge her clown-parts, then looks about expectantly. :3

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Hey, no fair, you didn't roll Spot! :P *brick'd*

* Gamal-Junayd is ready, and is already in the between battle dance mode.

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Lick lick lick honk!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;An inquisitor sees everything, haven't you heard?&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;... is this not a common costume for Kellon human girls?&quot; :.

Barbarus:<font color="#A14D7F">Ready. :3

Hord:<font color="#A14D7F">Letting us serve all this food.

Hord:<font color="#A14D7F">How foolish of you al.

Hord:<font color="#A14D7F">all*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I guess a few do go around like that. Have you not feasts of this sort up where you come from?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Not so sure. We get enough true blue cats from the south and the north traveling through Castleton and Lorellon.&quot; Tom squints.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's a really good costume.. you had me fooled.&quot; ^^;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">The cook expects compensation. and if you for some reason doubt he can get it out of you..say that AFTER you've seen him fight mr food vendor

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is good to blend in when doing surveillance.&quot; :3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hail, inquisitors~!&quot; |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I had a costume of my own for later.&quot; 83

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell, Tom.. I have seen a charnel hound costume once. There were three folks inside. And the amount of bones it took.. Nothing's rare.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus waves.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bless you Saint Cuthbert, Edaric.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus snorts.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey ed, if theres people wandering around, might as well start attracting them..more chances to make money off em!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let me know if anyone spots the Torises stopping by some time. I just know they'll love this stuff I made... probably.&quot; ^^;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What did you?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Milk chocolate with little toffee bits and almonds.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mom used to make them now and then, they were really really good..&quot; :9

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mine atleast didn't come alive.&quot; ^^;

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

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Let's see how Tom probably did, anyways. &#171; &#160;10+4+5+2 = 10 + 4 + 5 + 2 = 21&#160; <font color="#ff0000">&#187; ))

GM:<font color="#000000">People start to file in, drawn by the flashing mithral, the colorful tents, and the bardsong. A few even dare to take on Gamal -- &#171; &#160;(1d6+2)*10 = (5 + 2) * 10 = 70&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; GP are added to the pot without any trouble!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">so were up to 80 eh? heh

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( They don't taste like nasty Nestle chocolates! \o/ ))

* Gamal-Junayd suddenly REALLY needs to win. he might actually make a profit and not a loss

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;My family never bothered much. Mom preferred spellbooks to cookbooks, and my father was like me, ate anything that didn't eat him *grins*&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">The dog keeps honking around, licking people. XD

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom takes a seat very close to the match, within life-saving magic range.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi sets out one of the bottles of the glowing fey-wine on the little table in their tent.

* Gamal-Junayd dances in between. keepign it simple so as to not strain himself too much in bewteen battles, but still respectable sword dancing with a take 10 for 21

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You brought that?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;As much as it pains be to admit it.. it's part of my family.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron follows. An inquisitor walking alone is just asking to be pranked.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;We're trying to attract elves, not alcoholics!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">why do I put quotes on random places

* VAE sigh

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Fancy folk. :O

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">She smirks. &quot;You know, there's some that would argue what's the difference?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian groans.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I take on any challengers, come one come all, 10 gold gets you a chance to take the pot home with you!&quot;

* VAE wonders if fae wine counts as alcohol

* Dr. Hatari always finds inordinate entertainment in zooming in on all the NPC tokens. :B

Max:<font color="#000000">A small gaggle of Torises arrives at one point, and nom ice cream while watching. :9

VAE:<font color="#000000">much like ancient greek wine who seems to have been taking most of its efect from a particular hallucinogenic (poison in larger quantities)

Terri:<font color="#000000">&quot;Woo! Get 'im, Mr. Gamal!&quot; |D

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Honk honk. Ooo! Little person! Hi! Lick!

VAE:<font color="#000000">a wheat fungus of sorts, IIRC.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:28 lagcheck?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ohh, there they are.&quot; |D

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( :29 ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:29 at :29, yay~

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tom and Miron, roll Spot.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey Max!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 14 + 4 = 18&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+4 = 11 + 4 = 15&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

* You roll to yourself: 1d20+13 =&gt; 9 + 13 = 22Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 1 + 3 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot

Miron:<font color="#000000">Blindquisitor is blind.

Max:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hi there!&quot; :D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">What. IAN YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR PICKPOCKETING *flame'd*

Terri:<font color="#000000">&quot;HALLO!&quot; |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh no.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd sees the toris's, and pulls out a little extra for a short bit, run accross the stage, then bounce off the restraining wall into a giant spinning leap backwards. (Jump Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+23 = 17 + 23 = 40&#160;  &#187;) (Tumble Check : &#171;  &#160;1d20+19 = 10 + 19 = 29&#160;  &#187;)

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;She hasn't been doing that since we got back have we?&quot; In response to Terri's HALLO. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm so sorry.&quot; :B

You whisper to VAE: When Miron next checks his changepurse, he'll find it 2 GP lighter. Just as a heads-up. :3

* Vira Toris shakes her head 'no.' ^///^

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

Terri:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wooooooooow!&quot; :D Terri seems enchanted by the sword dancing.

Araian:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Be warned against sugar rushes! |3&quot;

Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;... So, what exactly is this SEEDS project?&quot; :3

Elven Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pretty dog~&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I was hoping you kids would stop by!&quot; |3 &quot;I made up a whole batch of candy. You're all welcome to try it out, free of charge. It's certainly the least I can offer to family friends.&quot;

Araian:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;All those gumballs in the ice cream can make it set on faster.&quot;

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000"> :o !!

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;C-- c-- can I? Really?&quot; :O

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;How's the glassworks doing, Max? Been up to anything worth of note?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... dangit, Meany.

Araian: <font color="#a14d7f">(( ? ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Now you've got me craving bubblegum icecream. =w=;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Well, as much as we try to, we cannot forget the destruction of our home in what is now known as the Charred Veld. SEEDS is a project to build a new home for us, south of here and west of Redtree, in the fey wood.&quot;

Araian: <font color="#a14d7f">(( :&gt; ))

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">Pant pant! Hi! Lick. :3

Hord:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Dragon beard candy! Get it while it's hot!&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Honk honk honk HONK. Hello. :3

Max:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nothing at the moment. The next big project is Tathi's windows.&quot; :3

Max:<font color="#000000">&quot;How have you been? Nobody's started pranking you two yet, have they?&quot; :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Absolutely.&quot; Tom sets out his stash of chocolates at a relatively clear space in the food stands, and the Torises are all offered one. Fancied up with care, and no small amount of magic to make up for lack of confectionary skill. Have some DC 21 candy.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's been suspiciously calm so far, Max.&quot;

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">:o !!!

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot; Th-thank you!! &quot; :D

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">Nibble nibble. :9

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Just don't bounce off the walls and drive your big brother too crazy, now.&quot; :3 !

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I mean, last year, by this time, i had my money pouch stuffed with rotten eggs.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd occasionally tries to goad people that look like they might be combatants into attempting to have a go at taking him on

Ian Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your concern is noted, sir, but unneeded. You have my gratitude.&quot; |3 Nom.

Terri:<font color="#000000">OM NOM NOM. :9

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The praise of an adorable trio of children. Tom mentally fistpumps. Candy success.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming tom the cook.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">When it comes to meals, Tom pretty much sucks. He just likes to try and make sweet things. :B

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">It's about this time that another trio of familiar faces show up. &quot;-- Hey, there they are! How's the festival been going for you, brothers?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 5 + 3 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot - Miron looks around to see whether trouble's brewing somwhere.

* Thomas Lazarus waves a bit.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey! Flint, Landon!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;All's well, so far. Just making our own good time.&quot; :3

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Honk! Hi Smoke. :3

Smoke:<font color="#000000">:D FOX! FOOD! DOGS! HI!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who's the third guy? Did you grab someone off the streets already?&quot;&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Third guy?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I think the third face was Smoke. :B

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miron, you didn't sneak a sniff of any contraband while you were patrolling, did you?&quot;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">His token even says Dog. *bricked8

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yea.. For a while, a guy was walking along you, then he..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fuck, Flint, check your pouch.&quot;

* Flint Carthan checks.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">|3 &quot;?&quot;

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nothing different. They'd have a hard time sneaking past me and Smoke.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, at least.&quot;

* Landon Skar checks. Thumbs-up.

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">He seems interested in the ring.

* Thomas Lazarus chuckles. &quot;You should always travel 'light' during this holiday.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Seems like folk here are finally paying heed to the authority our job pertains.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's for sure.&quot; Flint nods to Thomas.

* Thomas Lazarus rubs his chin. &quot; Maybe we should sell coin-purses in bright colors with bulls-eyes painted on them..&quot; |3

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's a good one, Tom!&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd notices intrest and points a sword at landon &quot;You sir, you look capable in a fight. interested in taking me on? The pools up to eighty gold if you win!&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Landon, go and show him!&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;How much to enter, and what are the rules?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Who? *bricked!!*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ten gold I think. He's one of us.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, the group i've been tagging along with as a liaison.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We picked him up up there at Resca.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus chuckles. &quot;It's probably playing favorites, but you should be warned he's a way better swordsman than I am.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;!0 gold to enter. If you win, you win the pot, if not, your golds added. Rules are simple, Don't kill, All combat must stay in the ring, and If your opponent goes unconcious, leaves the ring, or surrenders, combat is over you've won, no continuing after you win.&quot;

* Landon Skar ascends the stairs.

Gamal-Junayd whispers: let me know if Edaric does do any bardic music on me mid combat

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Should be entertaining at least. I've never known a better man with a quarterstaff than Landon.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Honk honk! Hi! Pet me. :3

* Flint Carthan pulls up a chair.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I guess I need to get back to my 'post' now that the fight's back on. Have a fun holiday, Toris family.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Scritches for the clown-dog in passing, though.

Terri:<font color="#000000">&quot;You too, Mr. Tom!&quot; :D

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">I smell someone interested in my wares.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep. Landon kicks arse and chews beef jerky.&quot;

* VAE grin at the raped expression.

* Gamal-Junayd stops dancing as he ascends, abd bows to his opponent

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

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Starting positions?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">I think what you mean is rapt expression.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I don't think he did. :B

Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( Making a plate! ))

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;We'll start int he corners.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Paintings, paintings, come in for a family portrait to hang on your wall!&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">He tosses a platinum piece toward Gamal, then nods, stepping back and brandishing his staff with a flourish.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Edaric, announce the start when you wish.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Three! Two! One! BEGIN!&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 3 + 3 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; initiative!

* Gamal-Junayd bursts into motion as the start is called (Initiative Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 20 + 7 = 27&#160;  &#187;)

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Full speed tumble, taking 10 so 25 to move without AoO's. I'm going to move in, strike, and move out of his reach, spring attack.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 20 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 20 + 12 + 0 = 32&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (1 + 6 + 0) = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+12+AMod = 5 + 12 + 0 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+6+DMod = 7 + 6 + 6 + 0 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

* VAE looking for battle music

Terri:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hi, Mr. Sszeyl!&quot; :D

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">dodge will be on landon of course

* Liatai tries to puzzle out what the result was... ^^;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">so 7 damage, 19 if 17 confirmed a crit

* Gamal-Junayd then backs off to await his opponents appraisal

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">A 17 did not confirm a crit. The inquisitor takes the blow and stands firm!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">To cut down on spam, let's just say Tom is making Heal checks every round to carefully monitor the fighters health. He has a +14 modifier, so he should be well aware of when things are getting dangerous enough to intervene with safety spells.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi peeks outside the tent.. and notices the Toris' invasion! Quick! Get a stone warrior on a hill! *brick'd*

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Landon steps forward, holding firm and watching Gamal closely...

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hello Toris family!&quot; She says cheerfully.

* Gamal-Junayd slips in again, 10 on tumble for full speed no AoO's, strike, and retreat, dodge on landon

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+13-4 = 16 + 13 - 4 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 5 + 5 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 13 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 13 + 12 + 0 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (2 + 6 + 0) = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">So you both managed to hit each other.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">he readied an action eh?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good one ,Landon!&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd then spins around behind him..and doesnt retreat. if he wants to play at that game...

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">hmm, shouldnt't gamal have -4 too, if hthey are going nonlethal?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I changed my macros to put that into effect on every roll

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

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Thank you, then. The staff quickly becomes a blur! Whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+11-4 = 18 + 11 - 4 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 3 + 5 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+11-4 = 14 + 11 - 4 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 2 + 5 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+6-4 = 12 + 6 - 4 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 3 + 5 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; And whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+6-4 = 6 + 6 - 4 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 3 + 5 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">copies this token and changed all the macros just so I didnt hae to modify it every time

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">15 damage

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah!&quot; Miron is beaming with happiness, seeing Landon bury Gamal under a flurry of blows.

* Gamal-Junayd smiles as he takes it, steps forward, and unloades on landon in return

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 5 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 5 + 12 + 0 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (4 + 6 + 0) = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Miron, our anti-ally. XD

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 13 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 13 + 12 + 0 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (6 + 5 + 0) = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 7 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 7 + 7 + 0 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (2 + 6 + 0) = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 9 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 9 + 7 + 0 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (5 + 5 + 0) = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Man! Look at 'em go!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yah! Seen 'im dodge that blade?&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Most of your blows clang against armor or staff, but the most telling one strikes true.

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Landon responds in kind -- a number of the audience members seemed stunned by the speed of the weapons! Whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+11-4 = 16 + 11 - 4 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 6 + 5 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+11-4 = 8 + 11 - 4 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 6 + 5 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+6-4 = 16 + 6 - 4 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 6 + 5 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; And whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+6-4 = 5 + 6 - 4 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Thomas Lazarus tries hard to follow all the movements and remain appraised of the situation... {:3c

* Gamal-Junayd dodges all but the first, but that one was a doosy

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.* Gamal-Junayd smiles as he presses the attack

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 5 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 5 + 12 + 0 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (5 + 6 + 0) = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 1 + 12 + 0 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (6 + 5 + 0) = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 1 + 7 + 0 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (2 + 6 + 0) = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 18 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 18 + 7 + 0 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (4 + 5 + 0) = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+7+AMod = 14 + 7 + 0 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+5+DMod = 9 + 3 + 5 + 0 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">2 ones in a row...

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">man I'm not having luck

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">9 on last one unless 21 confirms, then its 17

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">The staff-fighter has something of a grim smile, as well...

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whoa! That was close!&quot; Ed dips to the side as Gamal's blades swing wide.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hold up, Landon! Take him down!&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+11-4 = 3 + 11 - 4 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+11-4 = 17 + 11 - 4 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 5 + 5 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+6-4 = 18 + 6 - 4 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 5 + 5 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; And whap! &#171; &#160;1d20+6-4 = 15 + 6 - 4 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 5 + 5 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Gamal-Junayd takes two solid hits, man this will be a close one

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Hello, Terri.&quot;

* Terri seems distracted by the ring. *.*

* Thomas Lazarus actually seems pretty surprised and impressed. {:o

* Thomas Lazarus didn't realize Landon could fight so well.

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot; Hello, Mr. Sszeyl. &quot; :)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your a good fighter but...I think it's about time I end this..&quot; He takes a step around, then continues his assault

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 16 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 16 + 12 + 0 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (2 + 6 + 0) = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+12+AMod = 1 + 12 + 0 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+6+DMod = 8 + 3 + 6 + 0 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Yeesh. Remind me not to get into a tussel with either of those two.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 20 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 20 + 12 + 0 = 32&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (3 + 5 + 0) = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+12+AMod = 11 + 12 + 0 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+5+DMod = 8 + 2 + 5 + 0 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Never ever?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 12 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 12 + 7 + 0 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (6 + 6 + 0) = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 1 + 7 + 0 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (6 + 5 + 0) = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Well.. if I can start from about 400 feet away, maybe.&quot; &gt;:3

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Question, can you stop a full attack after a certain number of blows, or do you have to push it to completion?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Looks like that's time to call it.&quot; ^^;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">8 on 1st, doubt it confirms, 8 more on second unless 23 confirms, then second is 15

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

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">yeah you can stop

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's actually explicitly stated in the PHB entry that you can.

VAE:<font color="#000000">i mean, it ouldn't make sense otherwise

VAE:<font color="#000000">*wouldn't

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">After the first blow hits, Landon drops his staff. &quot;Enough. You win. Well fought.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd stops, then bows

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was a good battle. pretty close as well. you handle your staff well.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Hello, Vira.&quot; :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Alright. Time for my favorite part.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus climbs onto the stage.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Thomas is taking on Gamal!?&quot; :O

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">pots up to 90 now

* Landon Skar picks up the staff, stepping back, and also bows.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Minions...&quot; Tom points at the medic tent dramatically.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good job anyways, Landon. You almost got him down.&quot;

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll say! Glad it was Landon instead of me up there.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd awaits medical treatment for the bruises fromt hat staff. ouch

Miron:<font color="#000000">Now that the fight has ceased, Miron has another look around for mischief and general lawlessness. &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 14 + 3 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well, I figured Meany would be afk for that. :B

Lady:<font color="#000000">The crowd applauds enthusiastically! You gain &#171; &#160;1d10+7 = 6 + 7 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; GP in tips!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep, those blades isn't a nice thing to stand against, and he's rather quick for it.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It can most likely be assumed that the fighters get their bruises and light nonlethal damage attended to before being turned loose. We're nice guys, afterall.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">who's tracking tips? since that's not technically pot money

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Prob'ly would have a hard time hitting any.&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I wonder how many people will throw in tips just because he beat up an inquisitor.

Saermund:<font color="#000000">The minions charge to the fore! Assume everyone is back in top shape. :3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">or just tips for fighter? heh

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You're not going to make me track pocket change tips on the loot file, are you? :B

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">fine I'll add it up on my sheet

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Just put it in Gamal's sheet, yeah. x3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Good show, brother.&quot; He pats Skar on the shoulder before dropping down to the seats.

* Landon Skar nods. &quot;It was an enjoyable battle. Good luck with the rest of today.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">He hops down.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I might be inclined to give it a go myself.. ... ..well.. if I had my actual fighting magic ready today, and not emergency medical magic stacked up.&quot; ^^;

* Gamal-Junayd chuckles

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'd be hard to deal with with all your spells thomas.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah, I think calling in Smoke or using entangling magic would be cheating, so I'll pass. Good fight, Skar.&quot;

* Landon Skar nods. &quot;Very.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep.. you didn't do us any shame.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;You two here all day, or will you be able to catch a break later? There's supposed to be an archery contest in the arcane district. Should be a good show.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;How's everyone enjoying the festival so far?&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd once healed goes back to dancing, and attemptint to rouse up someone for another go

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well... we're assigned to look over this section.. but if we disappear for a while, what can happen, eh? With half the folk here mages or fighters, one'd have to be a fool to raise a fuss.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Elven ears pinged! :O

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Ointments! Gels! Creams! And perfumes! Make your self look lovely or gruesome with alchemical makeup! And more!&quot;

Terri:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's lotsa fun! Look! We've been gettin' lotsa candy! You want some?&quot; :D

Warrior:<font color="#000000">Luckily for Sszeyl, most people assume he's in costume today.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">and I just realized I was using wrong macro when I was spring attacking. not a big deal as both hit, but was using the one with dual weapon penelties in place, not a single strike

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi glances over.. &quot;Oh, get you big silly. Go win an archery contest.&quot; :3

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Yaaaaay! And away he goes. XP

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I have to work first. :P I'll get some at lunch break.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Thank you, though. :3&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'll be sticking nearby while the fights are still going. But thankfully Gamal is just a human, and can't entertain with dances and duels the whole day long..&quot; :P

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot; Oh -- Mr. Sszeyl? &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'll be able to head around about dusk, I imagine.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, dusk.. reminds me.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">is that a challange thomas? hehe

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Curse of fatigue is readied. *bricked*

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot; W-would you paint us a portrait for candy? &quot; {:3

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Holy crap crazy mount. O.o

* Max chuckles. &quot;I can pay if you'd prefer that.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron explains what he and Tom have in mind for the evening to Flint, in case he wants to join in.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Where's Aelian?

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Actually, gonna wait until the DM is spread like peanut butter on my sandwich. :3

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">ISN'T. ISN'T. HONEST TYPO, I SWEAR.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Sure. :3&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">he's next to gryphon in arcane district

Miron:<font color="#000000">Especially the thing about the supposed new edict.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Would you like a portrait of yourselves older, like Terri asked? :v&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Oh, he scurried to arcane district, arrows janglin'. :3

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">:o &quot; S-sure! &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Miss Anaqualia, if you would.&quot;

Anaqualia:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Of course.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Now that there's a lull in the fights, Thomas stalks over to Boddyknock's tent and investigates the supplies. &quot;Alchemical makeup, you say..&quot; *_*

Anaqualia:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+8+2 = 13 + 8 + 2 = 23&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Craft, painting.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 19 + 10 + 2 = 31&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">:o &quot; W-wow! You're really fast! &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">And with two elves working on it, Vira's portrait is done.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Speed comes with practice.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">gonna be semi-afk. Packing for trip. :32

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">The other two inquisitors nod, and Flint says if there's no patrolling that needs to be done, he'll help out if he can.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">*:3

* Thomas Lazarus gathers up some goods for later. *w*

GM:<font color="#000000">Add &#171; &#160;(1d4+1)*10 = (2 + 1) * 10 = 30&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; GP to the pot!

Miron:<font color="#000000">With the rest of the inquisitors leaving, Miron sets to his duty, patrolling around the fair. &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 11 + 3 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot and &#171;  &#160;1d20+5 = 5 + 5 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Listen once again for anything suspicious.

* Thomas Lazarus gets some nice macabre fur mantle from Barbarus, too!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">All Miron finds is a very dangerous and volatile wood elf. :P

* Gamal-Junayd extols the virtue of 10 gold able to win you 120 if someone can defeat him in combat

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">The image of Vira is much like she is today. She's still thin as a rake, but taller, and more adult-looking; late teens, it seems. Her hair is done up in a long, intricate braid with ribbons of many colours. She seems to be doing a chalk drawing upon a huge dome of black stone. Finishing up the edge of what is a detailed and elabortate depiction of the five metallic dragon kinds, surrounded by residents of their environs.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Would you like one too, Ian? :3&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Result: Everything is suspicious. Everything. It's the holiday of suspicious. You're like an old-time computer being told a logical paradox.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">BRAIN NO

Boy:<font color="#000000">Suddenly! A boy leaps out in front of Miron, holding an imaginary crossbow. &quot;Pow! Gotcha!&quot; :D

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

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

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;STOP RIGHT THERE, CRIMINAL SCUM.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Miron Wracks the boy. &quot;TAKE THIS LESSON TO HEART FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS. *snaps book shut dramatically*&quot;

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">:O

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;M-Mr. Sszeyl, this is -- &quot; :O

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">She pushes a bag of candy up onto the counter, blushing madly. &quot;Th-th-thank you!&quot; ^////^

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">You gain about a pound of assorted sweets.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;You're quite welcome.&quot; ;3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Awwww~&quot; ^_^

Ian Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;I suppose.&quot; :3

Anaqualia:<font color="#A14D7F">The elf woman doesn't even look bothered at being snubbed. |3

Anaqualia:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+8+2 = 12 + 8 + 2 = 22&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Craft, painting.

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">She hands off another bag to the elven woman. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 2 + 10 + 2 = 14&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron dramatically extends his hand and begins stringing together a mumbo-jumbo curse in the name of a number of non-existant deities, namely Saint Equus, Copperon Militian and Michelin the tireless.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Oop, got black on his face.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+0 = 9 + 0 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Bluff, but I hope he gets some circumstance bonuses.

Anaqualia:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Let's try again.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">hmm, actually, you know whar?

Anaqualia:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+8+2 = 14 + 8 + 2 = 24&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Craft, painting.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;In the name of Michael Jackson..&quot; *bricked*

Miron:<font color="#000000">Using the coat for a reroll.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+0 = 19 + 0 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">man, no need to scar the kid

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 1 + 10 + 2 = 13&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Boy:<font color="#000000">D: Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">The canvas spontaenously combusts.

Anaqualia:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I told you not to include that forumla.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">that was today's second chance.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Yes yes, I see why now.&quot;

Boy:<font color="#000000">&quot;WHAA! Zombie inquisitor! It's the mummy's curse!&quot; The kid flees!

Anaqualia:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+8+2 = 6 + 8 + 2 = 16&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Craft, painting.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 3 + 10 + 2 = 15&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">As soon as the boy storms away, the inquisitor bursts into laughter.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 12 + 10 + 2 = 24&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Anaqualia:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+8+2 = 13 + 8 + 2 = 23&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Craft, painting.

Anaqualia:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;There, finally. &gt;&gt;&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus walks up shortly after. |3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Having fun as well, I see.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You should see the stuff I got for my eyes from the alchemist. And a different robe - ohh - this is gonna be great.&quot; *_*

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

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I still recall a few bits here and there... I wonder what sort of wares he makes.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Sure. One of Barbarus' friends is running it.&quot; He turns and indicates down the way.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Just some little this &amp; that.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;By the way, I just cursed a kid in the name of Saint Equus. Should have seen him run! &quot;

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">While the two inquisitors are plotting, a Kordite priest and a significantly shorter red-haired woman in feline garb approach the festival plot.

* Gamal-Junayd tries to goad the large man with the red hair sitting at the table into fighting &quot;You sir, you look like a big strong man, try your luck? for a mere 12 gold you can win a hundred and twenty!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Latin for horse, in case anyone doesn't get that one.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I did see him running. Who's saint Equus supposed to be?&quot; :B

Man:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not after that display!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">A scene out of acadamia. An older, late teens early twenties Ian stands at the front of a traditional college lecture hall, resplendant in gold and green robes, holding a staff topped with a gold dragon face. He looks slightly different from now, in that he has facial hair; a small mustache and goatee. A smaller version of Nathaniel's look, it seems. He is addressing the packed hall, while gesticulating to walls of words written upon tall blackboards, which upon inspection, are actually an in-depth comparisons of the Wizardly and Sorcerous inclinations of Elves and Dragons respectively.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The god of horsing around.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus laughs,

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyone brave enough to try their luck at taking me on?&quot;

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmph, look at this. Wasting time with tents instead of doing actual work to keep people safe this holiday. Typical.&quot;

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aah, lighten up, Rin.&quot; |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron approaches the alchemist's shack.

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Hello, sir. :3&quot;

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're just wandering too, aren't we?&quot; |D

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

* Thomas Lazarus approaches.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Taking 10 on alchemy for 19, and inspecting his wares.

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">His alchemy is -5 of yours. :3

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're supposed to be looking for trouble.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well hello there. I don't think I've seen you two about since we had mentioned that bit about the gargoyles downtown.&quot;

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">Well, -3 including the alc. lab.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;How did that pan out, anyways?&quot;

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;Says the girl in costume. Admit it, you wanted to have fun too -- Hey! Pelorite Thomas! How's it been?&quot; |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Uhg.&quot; =w=; &quot;Better today.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd whispers: 10 hd. oh yeah those will be tough

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Was taking 10. Miron's modifier is +6 from skill +3 from int.

VAE:<font color="#000000">and was inspection of his goods.

* Thomas Lazarus narrows his eyes for a moment in contemplation, then snaps.

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">Non-magical alchemical goods. Ointments for various skin conditions, beauty products in abundance, and alchemical foodstuffs.

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

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">Such as soda.

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well enough. Those gargoyles were little trouble. What have you been doing? Found more monsters to reform?&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd attempts to goad someone else...that dwarf in the bleachers looks tough &quot;You, good dwarf, can you prove the legendary toughness of dwarves is tougher than my blades this day? a Mere 10 gold to try, and 120 if you win!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Well, not the Ed. That's our Ed. You're.. industrial-strength Ed.&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, we used to add some camphor to this one.&quot;

* Edaric strums a chord then turns in his chair. &quot;Yes?&quot;

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;The camphor laurel is no longer available in these parts.&quot;

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;It was deemed to be poisonous.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus was just speaking to himself trying to recollect Edgar's name.

* Edgar Alfarson laughs. &quot;Industrial-strength Ed! I like it!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Poisonous? By whom? Cudgel's grace, what a moron.&quot;

* Edaric looks confused momentarily before spinning his chair back around toward the ring. Strum~ &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 1 + 17 = 18&#160;  &#187;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">TWANG. DX

* Edaric fixes the string, waving a hand to fill the air with Ghost Sound music while repairing his lute.

* Gamal-Junayd aughs as ed has to repair the string, and rests a bit at lack of musical accompaniament.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;As a matter of fact, we have been reforming some monsters. Pretty literally. Got a whole pirate shipping operation of lycanthropes turned back to humans and liberated their slaves. A good fifty or seventy souls, all told. Lady Salishea saw to their sentances thereafter.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">or lack of good accompaniament

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Talk to the mayor.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus seems to be speaking a bit proudly to haughty Rin. &gt;|3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good luck eh? Maybe someone really worthy of challenging me will step up soon, right?&quot;

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Lady Salishea?!&quot; O_O

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">&quot;How -- what -- when did you --&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh, sure. She's a family friend.&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait, you don't mean Castleton outright, do you?&quot;

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

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

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

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;All camphor laurels for miles have been uprooted and removed. :P&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;See. And after, someone will come and say Braxton Falls aren't run sensibly.&quot;

* Edgar Alfarson whistles in amazement. &quot;Wow. Even we haven't had any dragon quests yet! A wyvern, yes, but no actual, real, famous dragons!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus seems pleased.

* Thomas Lazarus glances over his shoulder.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Welcome to Castleton, where criminals walk on the streets, but gods forbid you import camphor oil.&quot;

Ian Toris:<font color="#000000">c: !

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Say! Booze goddess, you're a Kordite, ain't'cha? We've got a martial challege standing right now if you're interested.&quot;

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;I was wondering about that!&quot; &gt;|D

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;What're the rules, how much is it?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Either way, not badly done though. Those hard candies are a bit pale, put in more cinnamon next time, but not bad. Who's your master?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus directs Edgar's attention up to Gamal!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh? Someone interested?&quot;

* Ghostwish returns with suitcases. *throws them on hatari* ^^

* Ian Toris looks extremely pleased. &quot;Intriguing... I had not considered facial hair. How much do I owe you, good sir and lady?&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, and I don't believe I have seen that ointment before. *points to a bowl of mint-green, gellous substance.*

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh Maaaaax.&quot; :3

Anaqualia:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Fetch us some dragon beard candy from the strangely haired cook? |3&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Rules are simple. 10 gold for a try, if you win, you win the pot. No Killing, No combat outside the arena, and if someone exits the ring, surrenders, or becomes unconcious, combat stops, this is just a friendly battle here.&quot;

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;You bet your blades I'm interested! What about magic?&quot; The man clomps up the staircase, the symbol of Kord apparent on his gloves.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Good luck!&quot; ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's not entirely apparently who Thomas is speaking to.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Long as it stays inside the arena, and doesn't end up killing anyone. Do'nt want to endanger innocents, nor do we want to kill each other.&quot;

Kugo:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hi! Can I give it a go? I'll give you a hug!&quot; *BRICK'D SO VERY HARD*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">OH GODS

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">only if I get to be 15th level as well

* Ian Toris bows. &quot;I shall endeavor to do so, madam.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">who's 15th level?

Kugo:<font color="#0000FF">You might still get smooshed. Pathfinder too. :P

VAE:<font color="#000000">and who's kugo?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Kugo's 15th level

Ian Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Salutations, sir! I have been sent on a quest for dragons' beard candy.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">he was what ghost played in a one shot last week

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just a one-shot pathfinder game we ran.

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

Hord:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I saw! |3&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Kugo is a ridiculously super-strong martial artist. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'll be back in two shakes, need some noms.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">he';s int he running to be tomiko's boyfriend *brick*

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Ack, Liatai, you reminded me me father is making hamburger helper. Now I can smell it. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Apparently I have no say in this.. :B

Hord:<font color="#A14D7F">A small wooden plate stacked high with rolls of dragon beard candy is handed off to Ian.

* VAE salivates

VAE:<font color="#000000">what no say, Hatari?

Hord:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;There you go, feel free to swipe some off the plate!&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I said i the running, not IS

* Thomas Lazarus guffaws. |D

VAE:<font color="#000000">Meany, there?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ah, yes. I had been meaning to ask. Does your band of comrades have a title..?&quot; Tom asks to Rin, mostly innocently. Slightly cheekily. :3

Ian Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;How much is each roll?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">nom nom nom

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">The woman sighs. &quot;That would depend on whether you ask Edgar or not.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It occurs to me that we could probably emulate the fairgrounds experience in real life by just tying a bunch of ropes to Liatai's chair and all of us rampantly tugging on one.

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

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

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I think that'd be ANY akellon game though

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Especially for the fairgrounds, though. :B

Hord:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Five for a copper. :3 But free since you're getting them for Ana.&quot;

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sounds fair enough! Let's sweeten the pot a little, though, eh? I'll throw in three platinum.&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sweeten it? Sounds a good deal for me, bad for you. What do you want if you win that's worth an extra 2 platinum?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Actually, Hatari, that's part of what makes GMing fun

Ian Toris:<font color="#000000">The boy puts two silver pieces down anyway. &quot;Good work should be rewarded. Thank you, sir!&quot;

Hord:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;You're welcome! :3&quot;

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;Victory, my good man, and a good challenge!&quot; |D

* VAE has usually incredible trouble fussing about stuff. When he's as timepressed as during a game, all that goes away and stuff just flows. It feels nice.

* Gamal-Junayd smils

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well then, I'll do my best to deny the first, and give you the second even if you lose.&quot;

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;Haha! I like your style already! Now where do we start from?&quot; 8D

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Opposite corners.&quot;

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">&quot;We've done a good job on building our reputation around our members'. We haven't needed a name.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Edaric, give us a song to start us off!&quot;

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">&quot;So Edgar insists on calling us the Group with No Name.&quot; The woman rolls her eyes and folds her arms.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh~? But.. you need a name to register as a company.&quot; |3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Edaric nods.

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're not a company. We're a team.&quot;

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">Sellouts. &gt;|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh, I see. That's still nice.&quot; Prod, gloat. |D

* Thomas Lazarus is apparently into the spirit of the festival.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hmm, did owl disappear entirely?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron's waiting for boddynock's reply

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

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">The man unbraids his greatsword from his back, and the stage near him begins to develop a red glow eminating from near his feet... &quot;Come on!&quot; &gt;8D &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 9 + 2 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; init!

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">I said yes, and saw no question.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We~ell~, seeing as how we are, and we've shared some business before~.. well.. maybe we could talk about something sometime.&quot; 83

VAE:<font color="#000000">Among other comments on wares, he asked who's his master

* Gamal-Junayd brandishes his borrowed twin mithral blades (Initiative Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 9 + 7 = 16&#160;  &#187;)

VAE:<font color="#000000">ron: &quot;Either way, not badly done though. Those hard candies are a bit pale, put in more cinnamon next time, but not bad. Who's your master?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Consider yourself buffed with Inspire Courage for this battle, Gamal.

VAE:<font color="#000000">this post, remember/

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.VAE:<font color="#000000">or do my posts not go across.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">oh nice. +1 right?

* VAE sigh

Liatai:<font color="#000000">+1 on attack and damage, yep. :3

* VAE hopes it's not network fucking up

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I didn't have a formal master. I learned from my wizard friend.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh? Who would that be?&quot;

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Formally applied as a company. Explains the massive amounts of people and advertising.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Some wizards do pick up alchemy, but most prefer poring over books to handwork.&quot;

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;And that paste is supposed to moisturize the skin and make it turn a paler shade of white.&quot;

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

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Pale skin is apparently in fashion among humans.&quot;

Boddynock:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Anyway, my wizard friend is Kaerka, gnome apprentice to Destrallis the cheese wizard?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah.. fashion changes so quickly.. you see it on the streets every year. Lucky enough, our robes stay the same.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd does not like the sight of that greatsword...time to just drop the bets and go all out. specially if thomas knows them as other adventueres dodg on edgar, and spins into a dance of whirling flame, launchign him accross the gap while activating cloak of desert wind (fire will be lethal but rest nonlethal) never trust people with greatswords that also ask about magic

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">and of course tumble take ten to avoid aoO's at full speed

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;True. But it was a reasonable step to take. People keep stepping aboard, and the money has been, uh, abundant enough to consider expansion.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah.. Hmm, I think I have heard of her. Smartarse.. I mean Saltmarsh Society, right?&quot;

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

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">ah fuck

VAE:<font color="#000000">see ya hatari

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 13 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 0 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = Invalid expression: DMod = DamageMod.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+14+AMod = 13 + 14 + 0 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+1d6+DMod = Invalid expression: Dam = 1d6+8+1d6+DMod.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">that was a mess up

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 8 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+14+AMod = 8 + 14 + 1 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+1d6+DMod = Dam = (4 + 8 + 6 + 1) = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">Still a hit!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 3 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+14+AMod = 3 + 14 + 1 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+7+1d6+DMod = Dam = (5 + 7 + 2 + 1) = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">om nom noming his 2nd serving of hamburger helper. mmmmmmm

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 15 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = Invalid expression: AMod = AttackMod.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = Invalid expression: DMod = DamageMod.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+9+AMod = Invalid expression: Roll+9+AMod.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+DMod = Invalid expression: Dam = 1d6+8+DMod.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+9+AMod = Invalid expression: 1d20+9+AMod.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+8+DMod = Invalid expression: Dam +1d6+8+DMod.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oho, dancing, eh?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">another mistake, forgetting fire

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">+1d6

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 7 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = Invalid expression: AMod = AttackMod.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = Invalid expression: DMod = DamageMod.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+9+AMod = Invalid expression: Roll+9+AMod.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+DMod = Invalid expression: Dam = 1d6+8+DMod.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 10 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+9+AMod = 10 + 9 + 1 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+1d6+DMod = Dam = (5 + 8 + 1 + 1) = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 7 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+9+AMod = 7 + 9 + 1 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+7+1d6+DMod = Dam = (1 + 7 + 2 + 1) = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... okay, I hate to ask this, but can you help me figure out what the heck happened there? :P

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

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">doing so

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Too much blue all at once XD

VAE:<font color="#000000">I think you just need to py atention tot the Attack Roll and Damage Roll lines

VAE:<font color="#000000">ther rest is just fluff

VAE:<font color="#000000">but seriously, can't you people roll like people do?

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Programmers. XP *brick'd!*

VAE:<font color="#000000">These scripts outputting a ton of useless crap taking half a screen are annoying

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 19 + 2 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 22&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Spot!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">sorry what? :P

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">1st attack 23 hit, 19 damage, 2nd attack, 18 hit 15 daamge, 3rd atack 20 hit 15 damage, last is 17 hit 11 damage

VAE:<font color="#000000">My furry arse. I mean, it should have a command for suppressing output

VAE:<font color="#000000">like a semicolon in octave

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">fire portions are 6, 2, 1, 2

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">There is a command

VAE:<font color="#000000">And that's not programmers, thats kludgers &gt;.&gt;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Then fucking use it.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">But since I'm a player and not a DM, I'm not hiding rolls

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Now you're just whining. Because you don't have a tier 10.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Attack Mod assignment isn't a roll

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

</i>Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">hey ram

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hrm -- !&quot; Only the first blow lands, though the red glow around the man intensifies as he grins. &quot;Haha, that's it! Come on!&quot; &gt;8D

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seriously ,Ghost's at least don't take up half the fucking screen.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, she'll likely be in the arcane district.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyways, good luck and much sales.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd whispers: if you want I can hide the attack and damage mod assign

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hey guys, just hopping on to say good morning. :3

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">He swings the sword around once -- &#171; &#160;1d20+17-4 = 2 + 17 - 4 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;2d6+10 = 4 + 10 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; -- and twice! &#171; &#160;1d20+11-4 = 14 + 11 - 4 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;2d6+10 = 8 + 10 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Hey RAM. I have an IS. :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor walks on, again checking for mischief &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 12 + 3 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot, &#171;  &#160;1d20+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Listen

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.* Gamal-Junayd oophs as that 2nd one lands

RAM:<font color="#990000">Cool!

* Gamal-Junayd continues his dance

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 8 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+14+AMod = 8 + 14 + 1 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+DMod = Dam = (3 + 8 + 1) = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 18 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+14+AMod = 18 + 14 + 1 = 33&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+7+DMod = Dam = (2 + 7 + 1) = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+14+AMod = 14 + 14 + 1 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+7+DMod = 10 + 5 + 7 + 1 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 12 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+9+AMod = 12 + 9 + 1 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+DMod = Dam = (4 + 8 + 1) = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 7 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Mod: &#171;  &#160;AMod = AttackMod = AMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Mod: &#171;  &#160;DMod = DamageMod = DMod = 1 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+9+AMod = 7 + 9 + 1 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+7+DMod = Dam = (1 + 7 + 1) = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

RAM:<font color="#990000">So, yeah. Good morning, everyone.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Morning, Ram

VAE:<font color="#000000">Have a good day.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Danke!

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hrm --! Slippery devil, ain'tcha --&quot; &gt;8D

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Easiest way to not get hit is to never be where your opponent suspects&quot;

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

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

</i><i><font color="#0000ff">RAM has connected.

</i>Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Watching yappy dog try to find squeaky ball,

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">More amusing than it should be.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Meant to keep connected. &gt;.

* RAM goes off to get ready for the day.

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">The priest does something that seems unusual... he sheathes that greatsword, claps his hands together, then steps forward, taking on a ready stance.

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.* Gamal-Junayd smiles, and goes into defensive manuvers. combat expertise for 5 as he steps forward to continue his dance (so 25 normal and touch AC against him now)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 10 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+14+AMod = 10 + 14 + 1 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+DMod = Dam = (4 + 8 + 1) = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">-5 on that attack

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">so only 20 to hit

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+16 = 2 + 16 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; touch attack to intercept!

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">Missed! But then, so did you.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 17 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+14+AMod = 17 + 14 + -4 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+7+DMod = Dam = (4 + 7 + 1) = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+14+AMod = 4 + 14 + -4 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+7+DMod = 12 + 1 + 7 + 1 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">okay time to start pulling the DM in 5 different- *brick'd*

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 8 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+9+AMod = 8 + 9 + -4 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+DMod = Dam = (6 + 8 + 1) = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 14 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+9+AMod = 14 + 9 + -4 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+7+DMod = Dam = (1 + 7 + 1) = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">that look better?

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">One strike hit, but the Kordite doesn't seem discouraged.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron stumbles upon Sszeyl's stand, looks at what he's up to.

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

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">What the -- OH GODS PRIEST MISSILE.

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+16+2 = 15 + 16 + 2 = 33&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; touch attack!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">that's a hit

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 11 + 20 = 31&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; grapple check!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">BaB + str right?

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">You're due for &#171; &#160;1d3+8 = 3 + 8 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; nonlethal damage if you don't escape! Yep.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">or can I jsut use escape artist?

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">BaB+Str, I think. Any grapple experts in the house?

* VAE points at Hatari

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">looks like if I'm in a grapple I can use escape artist to get out, but not the initial check

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So yep, BaB + Str.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 4 + 11 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; I am so screwed

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">The priest tackles Gamal and attempts to immobilize his arms.

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.* Gamal-Junayd attempts to slip out. Escape artist opposed by your grapple check as a standard action (Escape Artist Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 9 + 19 = 28&#160;  &#187;)

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 17 + 20 = 37&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Grapple check!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">damnit. /me is stuck. done

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">Pin attempt! &#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 8 + 20 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 1 + 11 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; I am so screwed

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">Yep. I'd say you are. Completely immobilized. &quot;Hah! Hard to pull those jumping tricks like this, innit?&quot; &gt;|D &quot;Ready to surrender?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, defeat is not yet upon me.&quot; Escape artist can still be used to worm my way out. opposed vs your grapple. lets hope for a better roll this time. (Escape Artist Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 6 + 19 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">the rolls hate me

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 5 + 20 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">Oooooooooooh.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">so..who wins?

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">Unfortunately, I think as I have the better modifier, I still win.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">actually I think in this case it's tie to the defender which as I'm attempting to escape is you. says I have to beat, not meet

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">Okay, then. Reroll?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">so start choking me :)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">nah I lost that round's escape attempt unless he's doing nothing else

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">Well, if you insist.

Woman:<font color="#000000">Oh my. *brick'd*

Miron:<font color="#000000">Hmm, Sszeyl's tent seems to be far too busy for anyone there to be up for a chat. The inquisitor presses on.

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 13 + 20 = 33&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; pin maintaining, &#171;  &#160;1d20+15 = 19 + 15 = 34&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Grapple check for an attack.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 18 + 3 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot &#171;  &#160;1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Listen

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Thanks and omf noms around. :d

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d3+8 = 3 + 8 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; nonlethal damage on a success...

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">I'm surprised Miron hasn't noticed me yet.

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">My token is visible, yes?

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

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

* Gamal-Junayd attempts to break free again. (Escape Artist Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 2 + 19 = 21&#160;  &#187;)

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">Okay, just checkin'.

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

* VAE should probably use a bigger zoom value

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 3 + 20 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Hah, but this is hardly sporting!'

VAE:<font color="#000000">given he was in the vicinity, does the 21 on spot make him notice?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;You can always let me go if you want sporting!&quot;

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 7 + 20 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; opposed Grapple for an attack, and then he releases and steps back. &quot;Come on, grab your swords! We'll finish this on our feet.&quot; &gt;8D &#171; &#160;1d3+8 = 1 + 8 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; damage on that attack if it's a success.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">hey taht's a grapple I might beat &#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 16 + 11 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Miron, yep.

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ooookay. Sorry about that. Mom suddenly appeared on the doorstep to visit and talk about family business.

* Dr. Hatari catches up.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I think that's a hit...

* Edgar Alfarson will take no AoOs if Gamal needs to gather his swords.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Aaand back for a little.

* RAM just went for a run around base.

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">... No thefts yet.. hmm, either I'm blinder than usual, or the folk here are unusually well-behaved. If it was like this every day, our job would be a cakewal-

</i><font color="#000000"> The inquisitor freezes. ''Red hair. Emaciated... that elf there, he looks like the fuck that was following me. Hmm. Hmm. There's a bunch, but .. he does look right, doesn't he. Maybe he'd be up for a talk.. our kind of talk. ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Does grapple make me drop em? I was just trying to worm out, keeping hold if I could

Liatai:<font color="#000000">.. come to think of it, I don't think it does.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 19 + 4 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Hide.. that's the right roll to walk up on the guy without rousing too much attention ,right?

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 4 + 12 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot...

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Well..first off, I'm going to try to stand up from prone as a free action. DC 35 tumble check, (Tumble Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 20 + 19 = 39&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Can my luck turn around please?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hot -dang.-

VAE:<font color="#000000">what happened. Lia?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I mean with the natural 20 there. x3

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

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

* Gamal-Junayd just jumps to his feat, and launches into a spin around edgar. he's got one round left on his dance, and he intends to use it

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Finally all caught up.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">no expertise, only dodge on him, this is gonna be an all or nothing turn

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 17 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+14+AMod = 17 + 14 + 1 = 32&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+DMod = Dam = (2 + 8 + 1) = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+14+AMod = 20 + 14 + 1 = 35&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+8+DMod = 11 + 6 + 8 + 1 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 8 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+14+AMod = 8 + 14 + 1 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+7+DMod = Dam = (2 + 7 + 1) = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 5 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+9+AMod = 5 + 9 + 1 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+DMod = Dam = (4 + 8 + 1) = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 12 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+9+AMod = 12 + 9 + 1 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+7+DMod = Dam = (4 + 7 + 1) = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">The priest holds up his hand, and snaps his fingers. A glow heals &#171; &#160;1d4+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; damage after the second blow. &quot;Ho there! That's the match. Well done!&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd is now obviously panting as his dance fades

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;What?&quot;

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;I said that's the match. You win!&quot; |D

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">The priest also looks significantly worn out, but is grinning from ear to ear.

* Thomas Lazarus chuckles. &quot;On the ropes more than you expected, huh?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">So tempted. So tempted. So ungodly tempted.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron walks up behind the elf and grabs his arm. &quot;Excuse me mister. Inquisitor Steelsprocket. I have this feeling we need to talk.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd chuckles

Ghostwish whispers: CAN I MAKE A KUGO APPEARENCE!?!?!?!? XP

You whisper to Ghostwish: Not now, plot is happening soon, sorry x3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;You had me there, I couldn't worm out. I can't take your money, as you let me go.&quot;

Keppler:<font color="#FF0000">TEMPTED?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang whoops and hollers! :3

Gamal-Junayd whispers: how close DId that last strike bring him? heh

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah! No, keep it! If only for the satisfaction of a battle well-fought!&quot; |D The priest claps Gamal on the shoulder -- ow. &quot;I haven't had a duel that close in months!&quot;

You whisper to Railock: The second strike would have knocked him out. I assumed the last strike wasn't dealt so that post-battle dialogue could be held. ^^;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Me either, unless your grip had slipped, I probably wouldn't of escaped. I might of, but you have a strong grip there.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You should never let a Kordite lay a hand on you in battle..&quot; =w=;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Said all-too-knowingly.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Trust me, it wasn't my choice. Didn't expect him to launch himself like that.&quot;

* Edgar Alfarson beams. &quot;That's Kord's blessing, there. What was your name? Edgar Alfarson, here. Kordite, you can tell, no doubt!&quot; |D

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hmm, I have about an hour twenty before I gotta go shower and finish getting ready...

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gamal-Junayd of the Vorl-Svent tribe, recently cook of the Vigilant Guardians.&quot;

* RAM thinks for something Shankfang can do...

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;Moscran, hah? Explains the scimitars and the wraps!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We take our position of cookvery seriously.&quot;

* Edgar Alfarson laughs! |D

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

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

* Edgar Alfarson begins to patch himself up. &#171; &#160;4d8+8 = 25 + 8 = 33&#160;  &#187;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Goot job dere, both uf hyu!&quot; :D

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;2d8+8 = 12 + 8 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Thomas Lazarus assembles the minions for Gamal. &gt;:O!!!

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">The red glow fades at battle's end.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thanks shankfang. Though I really didn't do as well as I'd like. Not good at handling close in grappling.&quot;

Monk:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d10+10 = 7 + 10 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; GP are tossed onto the stage as a tip!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Eh, hyu kan' do everyddink. Schtill, dat vas a great schow.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's give our combatants a hand!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus claps. :3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi applauds! :3

Mage:<font color="#000000">Yaaaay woooo cheering crowd!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Thunderous Half-Orc applause!

* Thomas Lazarus smirks at Gamal. &quot;So~&quot;

* VAE wonders if Lia noticed Miron's last action

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What's the pot up to? Still got fight left in you?&quot;

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">The elf blinks down at Miron, lifting the brim of his hat a little. &quot;Eh?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh. First things first, who do you happen to be?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, with this gentlments generous donation...it seems to be up to 150 gold. And I'm sure I can manage a few more battles...as long as they arn't all as close as that one.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus stands up tall for a moment and peeers back at Rin. |3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi is elf-scannin'. :O

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;Traran, I am. Who are you again? Inquisitor?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;If hyu need a qvick break, Hy kan put on a qvick schow vile hyu rest for a fev.&quot; :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket, correct.&quot; &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 6 + 7 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Sense Motive on his reply.

Edgar Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah, you're doing well! Not a surprise with skill like that. Keep it up!&quot; |D The priest claps Gamal's shoulder again, then hops down.

* You roll to yourself: 1d20+19 =&gt; 7 + 19 = 26Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">Near as you can tell, it's the truth.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;What kind of show? Shooting things in this small of an arena is liable to endanger audiances, we dont have targets capable of absorbing the bullets.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But don't stare like you see me for the first time in your life.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vy do hyu hall kontinue to doubt my aim?&quot; =3=

* Gamal-Junayd almost stumbles as the big mans hands clap him on the shoulder

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Bah, sacred canine duty calls. Brb. ))

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's not your aim. I'm saying we dont haev targets ready that would stop the bullet, it'd be a danger to someone on the far side.

VAE:<font color="#000000">It was the second that Miron went to report?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Second of Damarron?

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;It vouldn' be dat herd to trow an effectiff target togedder.&quot; =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Spontaenous pizza arrivall.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Sorry.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Say, Traran, what were you up to on the afternoon on 2nd of Damarron? And quick!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">(this is not pressurizing liatainess into quickpost, just fluff.&quot;

* VAE doesn't mind waiting, Miron doesn't want him able to make shit up

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, bio!

* Gamal-Junayd rests for about a minute, and then onc patched, goes back to dancing and cajoling for more battles

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Or ve kould chust schift de krowd out uf vun set uf seats. It vould limit my options a liddle, but Hy kould manage.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Or not.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;We'd have to make sure those passing outside the tents are also safe. simpler to wait. Maybe you should try a demonstration of your bike. that'd probably be safer without proper preperation.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">I don't have time to wait. I have an hour. =3=

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mind lettin' go of my arm first? Burnt grasses, you've got a tight grip for someone your size.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Now dis iz definitely not enough room to do zumddink on my bike.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Tick tick tick...

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then it'd be all the more impressive if you could pull it off.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Ding! :9

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey! I've got an idea. Hey Tathi!&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you have some magic missiles? Nothing gets through those! Shankfang could shoot those!&quot;

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

</i>Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dere's a far bigger chance uf pipple gettink hurt if Hy ride my bike in here ten if Hy fire my guns.&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dat vorks.&quot; :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">No! A disconnect?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Dammit.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, buying time. I like that. Look,we have two possiblilites - either you answer now, and depending on what you say we'll part ways, or I'll signal to Inquisitor Lazarus over there, and he has a lot tighter grip.&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">ghost had a java cascade failure event

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Java being Java?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, what were you up to on Damarron 2nd, afternoon?&quot;

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;Arriving in town and getting my bearings. Long trip from Greyspire, ha?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">well, reading the backlog I -do- have...and then I'll need a summary of what happened since then when I ask

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where do you live in town?&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">How much y'all wanna bet Ghost is working on Cold War/Dorf Fortress stuff right now?

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't, I wander, you understand?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">gamal's had two close battles, one against Landon Skar that he won without tricks or special moves, another agaisnt edgar alfarson he only won at the last minute when he got given a chance and was ungrappled

RAM:<font color="#990000">Oh, nevermind. He's playing SotS.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hmmm..&quot; :9

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If no more challengers are forthcoming~ I might end up being on my way before too long.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is there a problem over here?&quot;

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oi!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh,a vagabond. Fits.&quot;

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

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't close up the ring just yet!&quot;

* RAM likes Swallowtail's costume!

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll be with you as soon as I get this gnome off my arm!&quot; |D

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Called it. *bricked*

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do'nt close it up? are you a challenger then good sir?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes there are, Swallowtail.Back on the 2nd, this gentleman here spent roughly an hour following me around thinking I haven't noticed.&quot;

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

* Thomas Lazarus notices Miron's harassment. =w=;;

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;An hour? What?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;WHO DO YOU WORK FOR? QUICK? &quot;

* RAM sighs. Oh, nevermind.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Now it's just holding up the game.

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;...as you can see, the binding is genuine deer leather. One hundred and fifty pages of parchment, and a space of parchment on the cover for writing titles or names...&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm imagining Miron suddenly grabbing the elf's collar and bobbling. x3

VAE:<font color="#000000">That just about fits.

RAM:<font color="#990000">I can see him doing that.

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">Bobble bobble. &quot;H-hey! Cut that out!&quot;

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;I haven't done a thing wrong, I don't have to stand for this!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Respond. Why were you following me, who do you work for and what colour are your shoes?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;He wishes to challange me in the ring. Why not let him, I doubt he's the only red haired elf in town. maybe you mistook him for someone else?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus decides not to intervene purely on the part of the holiday spirit.

* Thomas Lazarus cradles his chin and slumps, watching in mild amusement. =w=;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang simply watches, amused.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;What colo...I think your getting rediculous about this.&quot;

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;You can see for yourself, now lemme go!&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">what color ARE his shoes?

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

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

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Black isn't a color!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wrong again. Reply! Who ordered you to keep an eye on the patrols?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">It's the absence of color!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I doubt black shoes on someone have any bearing whatsoever on the fact someone followed you.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus quickly leans onto the stand on his belly and tugs at Ed's pants leg. :9 &quot; Pst.&quot;

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;What? -- Oh you know what, forget this.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Throws them off their footing a bit.&quot;

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;'Scuse me.&quot; Miron, you might want to roll Grapple.

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

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

</i>Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5-4 = 18 + 5 - 4 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Grapple

Miron:<font color="#000000">the -4 is size ofc.

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 2 + 14 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Escape Artist go~

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

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000"> Whisper mumble conspiracy. :B

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's festival day, do you really have to go and harrass customers just because they might look similer to someone who followed you a few days ago?&quot;

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">Another attempt is made. &#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 6 + 14 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nice try, scumbag.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus whispers: &quot; You should ghost-throw your voice off to the west about someone exclaiming something or another about Drow.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Prolly didn't go through,but...

RAM:<font color="#990000">Shankfang the Deffrider: Oh Miron~ Shankfang the Deffrider: &#171;&#160;1d20+11 = 18 + 11 = 29&#160;&#187; Grapple Check!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5-4 = 1 + 5 - 4 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; second try.

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: &quot; Hmm...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It didn't.

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">Miron is left holding a coat.

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

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ten gold to get in, was it?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">And he trips, too.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, yes it is. Miron, going to stay on the side and let this gentlemen battle it out with me?&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gelugon's frozen arse.&quot;

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;'Scuse me! Inquisitor! Would you mind tossing me the coin pouch out of the pocket of the coat?&quot; |3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">S'just timing x3

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron examines the pouch briefly &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 8 + 9 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Search, and tosses it to him.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">+7

Miron:<font color="#000000">so it's 15

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

* Miron can't add

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">You'rte being too civil.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Thow it -at- him.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Not to.

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

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">Just coins in there, and a few small gems. Catch! &quot;Here you are.&quot; A platinum piece is handed to Gamal.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I return!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Nope. Because taking a 20 for a 27, Miron is going to examine every last inch of the bloody coat.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Mirons pet peeves: PEOPLE THAT THINKGJ THEY ARE INNOCENT GHRARHG

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

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">And where the fuck is a vagabond getting platinum pieces from, anyways?

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hi Cocoa!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">scuse me while I scroll up..

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi perks up. &quot;Yes Edaric?&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Too late, Ghost. Come and gone.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You're only like 15 minutes late. :P

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">ffffffffffffffffffff

Araian:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Ice cream on a stick! Come get a delightful sugary treat of many flavors, shaped like an animal head with candy eyes, all on a convinient stick!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Innocence proves nothing.

TMG:<font color="#000000">and read up backlog to first disconnect.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Can someone tell a summary? Don't bother with whispering whole log. :B

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

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Stuff happened.

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

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">You're up to speed.

VAE:<font color="#000000">there was a number of show fights

VAE:<font color="#000000">and Miron attempted to question an elf, to varying degrees of success.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hatari; from thye first disconnect, which was right after Nathanial broke whatever was keeping Sszeyl's mouth shut and he let out what happened all in one breath.

TMG:<font color="#000000">-that- far back.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">thomas gave candy to kids

VAE:<font color="#000000">That said, anything turned with regards to the coat?

RAM:<font color="#990000">Shankfang tried to put on a gun show, but Ghost wasn't paying attention so it didn't happen.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well, basically, we timeskipped shortly after that to the festival grounds.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh. I see.

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">You find a masterwork dagger and some scraps of paper.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And it's just been festivity since then, really.

* Gamal-Junayd gets ready, thinks for a moment

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I wasn't here stupid. :P

RAM:<font color="#990000">Still your fault.

* VAE read that as &quot;I wasn't born stupid :P&quot; at first

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey Shankfang. How about you kick off this fight with that suggestion of picking off magic missiles?&quot;: * VAE giggles

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

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ed can start up accompaniament after.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang hops up onto the stage!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Might want to be near Ed.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And heads to the center!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Anything on the paper scraps? Does the dagger have any telltale marks of being in someone's back recently?

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Also, I'm saying that Gnogglebolt was in madness place and was -staying- behind in the workshop, because otherwise someone must have told him what happened to Sszeyl by now, and that's not good for no reaction. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; For crying out loud..&quot; While watching Miron rifle.

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">It looks brand new, and the paper scraps just have pen-testing marks on them.

VAE:<font color="#000000">What's with Tech being absent from games, anyways. House reconstuction still going on?

* Thomas Lazarus looks to the red haired elf. His eyes pulse with blue light briefly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Detect Evil!

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">No evil detected.

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">Hell, vagabonds don't tend to be able to write.

</i>TMG:<font color="#000000">VAE: What's with Tech being absent from games, anyways. House reconstuction still going on?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Good enough.

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">What the hell did he use a pen for

</i>TMG:<font color="#000000">*wails* Yeeees. ;~;

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

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll be expecting that back afterward, inquisitor!&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">This time, we're fixing up the house we moved -out- of so that we can rent it out.

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's unlawful search and seizure right there. Lucky it's the tricksters' day, ha?&quot; |D

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Are you accusing me of theft?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Yes.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;He is accusing you of theft.&quot;

Dragula the Deffbike:<font color="#990000">Maybe he's nota vagabond, Miron. :3

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">The other two adventurers just take a seat. This is proving interesting.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you getting caught up in the spirit of the day and looking to make some extra coin Miron?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">whoa, Rin Brenin's here?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Someone's playing the wise-ass with the city law eh? &quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Did not expect her to come around willingly. :.

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">So, Ghost, any word from Tathi on magic missile target shooting?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tom teased her relentlessly.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He enjoyed himself tremendously.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shankfang, if you will start us of.&quot; (If tathi's not afk again)

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">In fact -- hold on.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I'm here. Sup?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mind if I just click a macro? :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang draws his flintlock, spinning it in his finger. &gt;:3

Miron:<font color="#000000">*Frowns at Gamal. Accusing an inquisitor of theft isn't funny, at least not for Miron*

Tathi:<font color="#000000">Tathi shoots off a series of dazzling bolts, each one zipping through the air shaped and flying like autumn leaves! &#171; &#160;1d4+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for *, &#171;  &#160;1d4+1 = 4 + 1 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for *, &#171;  &#160;1d4+1 = 4 + 1 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for *, &#171;  &#160;1d4+1 = 3 + 1 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for *, and &#171;  &#160;1d4+1 = 3 + 1 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for *!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">OW &gt;:O

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Aiming into the sky.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">MAH MACRO. NAKED

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">go shank go

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang explodes into action, firing behind his back at the first missile! &#171; &#160;1d20+16-4 = 10 + 16 - 4 = 22&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;3d6+1 = 11 + 1 = 12&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; damage!

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

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">As Go Skank Go.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">A prostitute's bedtime story book.

* Gamal-Junayd explodes into action (Initiative Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 4 + 7 = 11&#160;  &#187;)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">or not

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">For the second shot, he tosses his gun into the air, catching it in his left hand and firing! &#171; &#160;1d20+16-4+1 = 6 + 16 - 4 + 1 = 19&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;3d6+1 = 15 + 1 = 16&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; damage!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">On sale at Primera's innapropriate holiday story corner.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And for the final shot...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 3 + 6 = 9&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Tumble...

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Consider yourself Inspire Courage'd, Gamal.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">-- Oop ,hang on.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Inspire Competence in Shankfang first. :B That's a 12.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Thank you, Ed! He hops onto Tom's shoulder, jumps, and backflips as he fires! &#171; &#160;1d20+16-4+2 = 11 + 16 - 4 + 2 = 25&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;3d6+1 = 11 + 1 = 12&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; damage!

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">While we're waiting, would you mind rolling Spot, Gamal?

* You roll to yourself: 1d20+18 =&gt; 18 + 18 = 36Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Sure. It probably wont see a thing though (Spot Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+0 = 16 + 0 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And lands back on the podium. Three shots, three explosions as the missiles explode colorfully?

* Thomas Lazarus topples onto the ground with a flail! =3=

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">And initiative! &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 8 + 6 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Gamal, you are inspired. +1 on attack and damage.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Oops, sorry Tom.&quot; |3

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Honk honk honk honk here comes Tavia to help - oh, nope, she's just licking your face.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">doesnt bode well me going second, heh

VAE:<font color="#000000">what the hell

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ahh~!&quot; XD

VAE:<font color="#000000">Did I read it right? He added a bonus to his opponent?

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">The elf gestures to Gamal. &quot;After you?&quot; :3

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Edaric is boosting Gamal.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">X3 &quot;Hallo Tavia.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">What weapons does he have?

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">You can see one dagger sheathed behind his back, but his hands are empty at the moment.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang hops down, gives Tavia some pettinz, and helps Tom back to his feet.

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Flop onto stage. =w=;

* Thomas Lazarus returns to his vigil.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">...this is the third person who's just waited for me to do something. And the second who's had empty hands. I'm suspicious

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Does he seem ready to reach out with said hands?

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">No, they seem relaxed.

* Gamal-Junayd will spring in and out. dodge on him, combat expertise at 5 since he's expecting SOMETHING ready for him after the last two, and tumble for AoO avoidance 25 AC normal and touch vs him

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 12 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+18+AMod = 12 + 18 + -4 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 2d6+6+DMod = Dam = (6 + 6 + 1) = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron finds nothing so far.. so he ends up watching the fight. Maybe it'll reveal something about his new acquaintaince.

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">What the -- where did that dagger come from? &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 10 + 17 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; against your flat-footed AC, for &#171;  &#160;1d4+1d6+1+6d6 = 3 + 1 + 1 + 26 = 31&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; nonlethal damage if it connects!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">yeah..flat footed is his bad ac

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Holy crap you're screwed.

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

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dis guy ist goot.&quot;

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">On the bright side, your attack also scored a hit. &quot;So you're not all show! Good. Hah. Ow. &quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Neither are you. And Miron..take a note, if he was really hostile, that dagger could of ended up in your side.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fat lot of good would that do him. Attacking an inquisitor in plain daylight is essentially suicide. He's just trying to play on the supposed lack of evidence.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Inspector Clouseau sputters in dismay.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hah. I have Pink Panther on DVDs somewhere, I should watch some tomorrow.

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

* Thomas Lazarus looks up and around a bit before standing and speaking back, &quot;Yes?&quot;

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">The elf pulls back, though two small objects appear in his free hand -- &#171; &#160;1d20+16-4 = 8 + 16 - 4 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; ranged for &#171;  &#160;1d4+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; damage, and &#171;  &#160;1d20+11-4 = 1 + 11 - 4 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d4+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; damage as two darts make their way through the air toward Gamal.

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.* Gamal-Junayd easily dodges both of them.

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;When dis is done, could you watch my stand while I challenge Gamal? |3&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Snuggledog, you are not conducive to battle narration. =w=;

RAM:<font color="#990000">X3

* Gamal-Junayd keeps his defenses up as he goes in for another strike, this time only backing off a little

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hi Shadow!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 10 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+18+AMod = 10 + 18 + -4 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 2d6+6+DMod = Dam = (8 + 6 + 1) = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ah.. but.. I'm the medic on duty!&quot; ^^;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Dat is why we have minions.&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">And point over to the medic tent.

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">Another good hit. Gamal, roll a Sense Motive check against &#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 19 + 19 = 38&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; -- you may add your BaB to the Sense Motive roll.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I've been using them to curse bruises. But I need to make sure nothing really serious suddenly happens.&quot; ^^; &quot;But, one of them can watch your stand, no?&quot; :3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Even with that...&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 12 + 9 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; no way in hell will I get it

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">The elf suddenly whips his free hand toward your face -- and the dagger slips in unnoticed. &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 20 + 17 = 37&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; versus your flat-footed AC for &#171;  &#160;1d4+1d6+6d6+1 = 2 + 5 + 23 + 1 = 31&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; nonlethal damage!

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Very well. |3

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">Crit -- &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 1 + 17 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">Nyo~ron. :3c

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I've been using them to CURE bruises! Not curse them!!!! =w=;;;;;;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">yeah flat footed is ac 11

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">He's a sneaky bastard, that one.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tiamat's three arses. That fuck must be an assasin. &quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Even if he confirmed his crit, it amusingly would have only raised the damage by 3.

Gamal-Junayd whispers: rogue at least two levels higher than me. you really pulled out all the weak points in his combat style

You whisper to Railock: On the bright side, this guy was the &quot;hidden challenger&quot; you unlocked.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also thank goodness. It's finally cooling off a little.

Gamal-Junayd whispers: good casue if the crit doesnt finish me off, I'm gonna unload all that I have left on the bastard, heh. and primeras up after him!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">how much extra crit damage?

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; He then steps back. &quot;I'd say that's enough, wouldn't you?&quot; The confirm roll was a natural 1, Gamal. :3c

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">ah.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">So if no crit...

* Gamal-Junayd is going to explode into flames and dance. He does love his last ditch efforts, and he's gonna be in the hole for borrowing these blades if he loses that pot.

VAE:<font color="#000000">did he even hit once?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 2 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+14+AMod = 2 + 14 + 1 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+1d6+DMod = Dam = (2 + 8 + 3 + 1) = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">he's not expertising at all anymore

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 15 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+14+AMod = 15 + 14 + 1 = 30&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+7+1d6+DMod = Dam = (3 + 7 + 6 + 1) = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+14+AMod = 14 + 14 + 1 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+7+DMod = 17 + 4 + 7 + 1 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 7 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+9+AMod = 7 + 9 + 1 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+8+1d6+DMod = Dam = (1 + 8 + 6 + 1) = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

TMG:<font color="#000000">(....is any of that nonlethal damage? or is that all lethal damage? o.O )

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 16 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+9+AMod = 16 + 9 + 1 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+7+1d6+DMod = Dam = (3 + 7 + 1 + 1) = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+9+AMod = 3 + 9 + 1 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+7+DMod = 12 + 4 + 7 + 1 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's all always been non-lethal.

VAE:<font color="#000000">nonlethal tech

RAM:<font color="#990000">It's all non-lethal, yeah.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Included in the macros for this event.

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hkk-- ! All right, now that's enough.&quot; The man laughs, holding up a hand after the third hit -- does Gamal continue.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh, okay.

VAE:<font color="#000000">this has been answered ages ago

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">*continue?

TMG:<font color="#000000">(I wasn't here. :[ )

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">lethal damage, 3, 4, 6, 4 is lethal

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">wait, wha--

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You can't make fire damage non-lethal. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">ah, right

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He's just being observant.

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">they arent merciful so fire can't be nonlethal

RAM:<font color="#990000">It burns.

TMG:<font color="#000000">gamal IS trying to--oh.

* VAE wondered whether Gamal lost it

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">is he surrenduring or asking gamal to?

* Thomas Lazarus pays rapt attention. &gt;:o

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">Does Gamal continue the assault after the man raises his hand? He's surrendering.

VAE:<font color="#000000">rapt attention to raptors?

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">oh no, he stops moment man asks for it

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">I bet he stabs him with a dagger the moment he lays down the swords.

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Closer and closer and closer, hm?&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hmm, and is shower time for me now.

TMG:<font color="#000000">this is actually the story of how Kaze nearly broke my back. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">see ya Ram

* Gamal-Junayd bows to his opponent, trying to keep an eye on the dagger.

Primera: <font color="#a14d7f">(( Ta. ))

RAM:<font color="#990000">I should be back after, gonna take a quick one.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where WERE you keepign that thing?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus climbs up onto the stage. :9

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your match. My hat's off to your skill, Gamal.&quot; The man smiles pleasantly, doffing his hat...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Don't mind me, sir. A bit of healing for your burns.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mine to yours. hopefully Miron wont give you any trouble returning your jacket. Especially after that.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">please tell me that's a friendly AoE

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas casts a serious cure spell for the mysterious duelist. &#171; &#160;3d8+10 = 18 + 10 = 28&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Don't be silly.

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Fuck you too, Gamal&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Wat

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh?&quot; The hat stays on at the moment, and he waves his hand. &quot;Eh, it's no big deal. I'm sure I'll be able to get it back later. Thank you, Tom.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Gamal wasn't lethally injured. He can get wand-taps from minions. :BB

VAE:<font color="#000000">Asserting he's attempting to steal the jacket, of course.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's a customer, and a guest at the festival events were holding.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;And you were harrasing him. Bad manners at a festival.&quot;: Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">The hat is removed briefly -- before part of the arena is plunged into darkness. But you catch a glimpse of black skin, white hair, red eyes, and a grin.

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">GOOD NEWS!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">:O !

RAM:<font color="#990000">GOOD NEWS GOOD NEWS GOOD NEWS!

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

* Gamal-Junayd tumbnles backwards out of the ring

* Thomas Lazarus smirks! :3

RAM:<font color="#990000">REALLY GOOD NEWS!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Wha news?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">what ram?

TMG:<font color="#000000">(ram; hold for ooone second)

VAE:<font color="#000000">YOu getting today off?

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">(this is a scene. o.o)

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">The Democrats have all been brutally murdered?!

RAM:<font color="#990000">Yep, I get Sundays off!

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh. Well.

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

* RAM will be able to attend Akellon from now on!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">meany, it wont mean a thing unless ALL politicians are murdered

* VAE cheers for RAM

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">nice ram

Red-Haired Elf:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 1 + 20 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Hide, &#171;  &#160;1d20+21 = 17 + 21 = 38&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Move Silently~ stylish escape go!

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Excellent for Greedverse, but man, CLIFFHANGERRRR

VAE:<font color="#000000">Democrats and Republicans would be a good start.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">so as long as your not on a long range patrol, you'll be around

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

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">He's thirteen hours ahead of us.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">It's Sunday there.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 15 + 3 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot. Let's see ...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">... It's not much of a cliffhanger. There's no big resolution to be had. :B

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">meany; oh right. Uhh...

RAM:<font color="#990000">No, that's excellent for Akellon!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Wow. He's -- I thought he was way out of our league.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait.. that explains it. Fuck.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;You knew him?&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Gonna have to miss GV, though. Sowwy, Rail. &gt;: Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Anaqualia, I trust you to handle the rest of the paintings.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Sszeyl suddenly leaves the area.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..'No'?&quot; |3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vo vas dat?&quot; :.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang has never met Rhy, if memory serves.

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">So he was stringing me along with the whole vagabond business... hell, at least my drow-sniffing instincts are still as ready as ever

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">And makes to the Ebonwood, when GM is free. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The Ebonwood is closed today.

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you know OF him then? cause he was real good at hiding that blade.&quot;

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

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

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

</i><i><font color="#0000ff">RAM has connected.

</i>* VAE wonders.. did Miron ever met rhylinar outside of that ill-fated crossover game?

* Thomas Lazarus uses a bit of magic to touch up Gamal's (severe) bruises. He chuckles and murmurs, &quot; Yes, I know him. &quot;

* VAE suspects no

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Briefly, at Sszeyl's party at least.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Cure Critical: &#171; &#160;4d8+11 = 15 + 11 = 26&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

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

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">ZLR household, then.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Cure Moderate(s) &#171; &#160;2d8+10 = 5 + 10 = 15&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;2d8+10 = 13 + 10 = 23&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

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

Lady:<font color="#000000">The crowd seems kind of stunned. o.o

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I knew he was up to no good. 'Harrassing visitors' my hairy arse.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, at least if he does turn out hostile..we know we can take him.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He was following me when I was tracking.. eh.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;He wasn't up to no good. It's our other friend's half brother and we're on good terms with him. He has helped us a number of times.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah...no worries then. Sides him spooking Miron by following him.&quot;

* Edaric attempts a Fascinate to distract the crowd. |D;;; &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 19 + 17 = 36&#160;  &#187; Perform~

Lady:<font color="#000000">Wha? Drama? But pretty music? |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I wouldn't call any of them friends, Tom. Maybe except Sszeyl... in times he isn't possessed he seems to have grown a good head in between his shoulders.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But even he merits a degree of caution.&quot;

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

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

</i>Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot; If you're going to keep talking about this, please get off the stage~ &quot;

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

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Hop! &quot;I'm not even going to try and get through your labyrinthine delusions regarding the danger of all Drows ever. You do and think whatever you want. He's my friend.&quot; |I

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">'&quot;Yes..we can discuss it later. for now..the show must go on!&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot; Thank you~ &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Anyways. That's about it for my magic and my time.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Iz hennyone gunna tell me vo dat vas?&quot; D: Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fine. As far as I'm concerned, he's a danger. Especially when I'll see him behind my back again.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd goes back into a dance/tumble routine focused on getting the crowd focused on him again (Jump Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+23 = 20 + 23 = 43&#160;  &#187;) (Perform(Dance) Check : &#171;  &#160;1d20+11 = 12 + 11 = 23&#160;  &#187;) (Tumble Check : &#171;  &#160;1d20+19 = 3 + 19 = 22&#160;  &#187;)

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">I hate children.

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

* Thomas Lazarus ponders. &gt;:9

* Edaric retreats from the stage, making way for Gamal. &quot; Okay, you know who Zairith is, Shankfang? &quot;

* VAE no like them either.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang joins in! :D &#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 18 + 11 = 29&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Jump, &#171;  &#160;1d20+6 = 7 + 6 = 13&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Tumble!

RAM:<font color="#990000">Sorry, had to do something so I can go get breakfast. &gt;: Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot; That --oh never mind I'll tell you later. &quot; Strum~

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">One platinum added to the pot. =3=

VAE:<font color="#000000">no prob RAM

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">oh dear

RAM:<font color="#990000">You can have Ed tell me when I get back, Liacute. :3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sure? If you wanted a go, you could ask for it any time. I'd be more than willing to train with anyone in the guardians.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm going to get changed and ready to go back to the Mace before too long. Excuse me a bit.&quot; :9

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I'm working on my tumble skill now that I'm a Gunman! :D

RAM:<font color="#990000">Aaand off for breakfast. Back in a few!

VAE:<font color="#000000">see ya

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">gonna move off stage ram :)

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Well, there's a lull. So, Meany, you here?

GM:<font color="#000000">The ZLR house is quiet when you approach.

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">The huge cat limbers up, and draws his sword....which seems to pulse with an eerie light. =3=

Primera: <font color="#a14d7f">(( yep! ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fine, we'll meet up there.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd shrugs and moves back into position to start

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Knock knock knock.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">you of course waiting till all my dances were done for the day? hehe

GM:<font color="#000000">A snake peeks its head out from under the door. Ss?

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron takes the long way to go to the Mace HQ, taking a pass through the arcane district.

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Stupid lag.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Hello little one.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Is anyone at home?&quot;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">The snake disappears back under the door, then it's swung open. &quot;Ssssssszeyl! Happy fesssstival!&quot; :3~

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

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

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Happy festival. |3&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;I brought some dragon beard candy!&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">Zairith and LiNeer both look up -- by the sheer amount of books on the table, you can guess there was some serious research happening a moment ago.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor stops by Robin and Alissa who have taken in to the festive mood apparently. &quot;Cuthbert bless you, sisters. Any trouble?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">A wave that casually turns into a line of DSL. |3

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Dragon'ssss beard? Sss, well come in, we'll sssshare. Have you had a good fesssstival ssso far? No troublesss?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">(&quot;Your brother made a scene at the festival.&quot;)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas gets changed into his festival costume for the evening, and to help pull off the joke of his booth as well.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">... &quot;(What.)&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">And le close door.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;It's a type of candy that's made from spun sugar, wrapped around peanuts.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;And yes, a very good festival if, as I suspect, Rhylinar is successfully back from his jaunt to the Girns. |3&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The previously sunny happy cleric hums a sing-song tune as he folds away his clothes and symbols and dons his costume, makeup, alchemical treatments, etcetera into Thomas of Slaughter what.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What map is this on? x3

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Casually spinning his sword.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Eventually, of course, Miron ends up over at the Mace branch office.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ohhh, found him. x3

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Patientce is a virtue, after all.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That is perfect. XD

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">NOW he looks like tomikos brother :)

VAE:<font color="#000000">wait where

* VAE can't fid

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">fairgrounds, the tent at the bottom next to tathi

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Whenever you are ready, nino.&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well then..Edaric..start us both off with a rousing song?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming for that

VAE:<font color="#000000">that is brilliant

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Here we go!&quot; No inspires for this combat.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(Initiative Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 4 + 7 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">another bad roll. oh well

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Have an image for every occasion. You never know when it could become a useful gag.

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Init? &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 20 + 5 = 25&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">|3

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron enters the branch office. &quot;Cudgel bless you, Cadamon. Did Tom show up already?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus steps out of the tent carrying one of his big imposing leather tomes on Demonology. *w*

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not yet, inquisitor. How has your festival been?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm off. Make sure to play nice and safe.&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Surprisingly calm and orderly. I wonder how long it'll last.&quot;

* Swallowtail double-takes.

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">We rady? =3=

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">ready*]

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">yep your first

Primera has received initiative.Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Except... remember the elf I was trying to find?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus practices his cruel laughter as he walks off to the hostel. D'oh-ho-ho-ho. *o*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No wonder there was no trace. He's a drow. To cut a long story short, I attempted to question him,but he escaped.&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">The cat casually moves forward, and pulls his sword back for an attack.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I saw that as homer simpsons Doh turned into santa claus's ho ho ho laugh

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 12 + 10 = 22&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Oh my.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I definitely need to work on it! =w=;;;

Storyteller in Costume:<font color="#000000">Sometimes others echo the laughter back at Thomas as he walks. |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Rhylinar or somesuch.. seems to be an acquaintance of Zairith and Lethriss.&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Oop, forgot -4.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">that'll hit

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">So 18.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I'm sorry, of who?&quot; ^^;

* Thomas Lazarus gladly starts a communal sinister laugh in transit! &gt;:O

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">that wont

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Swing and a miss. |3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">done?

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Your turn, nino.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is his coat.. prob'ly going to leave it here for Tom to pick up and get rid of it.. but if anyone tried scrying using it in the meantime I wouldn't object.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus knocks on the hostel door.

* Gamal-Junayd spins, activating burning brand, slicing into primera 4 times. dodge declared on primera as he slips around to the side

Miron:<font color="#000000">*holds it up, then hangs it on with the other coats.*

Miron:<font color="#000000">*door ker-open*

* Thomas Lazarus looms in the darkness. *_*

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 2 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 2 + 12 + 0 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+1d6+DMod = Dam = (5 + 6 + 4 + 0) = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 16 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 16 + 12 + 0 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (2 + 5 + 0) = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+12+AMod = 1 + 12 + 0 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+5+DMod = 7 + 3 + 5 + 0 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">The cat -casually grabs the sword in his hand-.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d6 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for fire damage if that hit

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Not enough.&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">The second one hit. :3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 17 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 17 + 7 + 0 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+1d6+DMod = Dam = (4 + 6 + 2 + 0) = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+7+AMod = 5 + 7 + 0 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+6+DMod = 12 + 1 + 6 + 0 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 10 + 3 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot - can Miron even recognise him?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 2 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 2 + 7 + 0 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+1d6+DMod = Dam = (4 + 5 + 3 + 0) = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Again with the hand catching.

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Two hit, two miss. Not bad.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's effortlessly recognizable as Tom. He doesn't look like anyone else. Just a lot more ... axe murderer than usual. &quot;:B Hey.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Confidant aren't you?&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's brilliant!&quot;

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

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Thank the alchemist.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">dog licking feet

Liatai:<font color="#000000">not conducive to RP

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look Cadamon - Tom has taken on the mantle of the Many&quot;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, where shall we set the erm.. shrine.. up? &quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Haha... whoo... okay, back IC. x3

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+11+mod = 3 + 11 + 0 = 14&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+6+mod = 1 + 6 + 0 = 7&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Holy-! Sharp metal coming at you for two passes! &#171; &#160;1d10+4+modb = 8 + 4 + 0 = 12&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d10+4+modb = 1 + 4 + 0 = 5&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; damage!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Feel like helping out, Leiden?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus chuckles. &quot;Yeah. I was practicing my evil laugh on the way here. You know, like seven or eight people joined in with me.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus sighs contentedly.

* Gamal-Junayd dodge them both

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;And three misses for me. My, I'm not doing well.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, I was thinking just out front. Easy to keep an eye on it from inside. Just in case.&quot; ^^

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Your turn again, nino.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Also .. there was this idea of mine... we'll make it look juust about legit on surface and if anyone asks, we'll declare that a new edict makes erythnul worship legal.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where did you find this alchemist, Thomas?&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd steps around, positioning Primera into having no room to back up into, as his spinning blades come once again

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 6 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 6 + 12 + 0 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (4 + 6 + 0) = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 19 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 19 + 12 + 0 = 31&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (5 + 5 + 0) = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+12+AMod = 3 + 12 + 0 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+5+DMod = 10 + 4 + 5 + 0 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 18 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 18 + 7 + 0 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (4 + 6 + 0) = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+7+AMod = 11 + 7 + 0 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+6+DMod = 10 + 5 + 6 + 0 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Should be a decent prank to catch out those whose wheels up there aren't greased.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 3 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 3 + 7 + 0 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (6 + 5 + 0) = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Miron:<font color="#000000">*points to head*

* Thomas Lazarus handwaves. &quot;It's just one of the new guardian recruits. I think his name is Boddynock. Gnome fellow. Don't know any of his other names, actually.&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Two hit, two miss. Consistent.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">wait boddynock was a gnome?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron would have asked him if he's from mazio or elsewhere

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">His name is fucking boddynock.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He better be a gnome.

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

* VAE doesn't see that as an especially gnomish name

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Consistant small strikes are more effective than those that hit rarely with the wrath of god.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Looked odd for a gnome. Maybe i'm just not used to seeing many.&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+11+mod = 9 + 11 + -4 = 16&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+6+mod = 10 + 6 + -4 = 12&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Holy-! Sharp metal coming at you for two passes! &#171; &#160;1d10+4+modb = 9 + 4 + 0 = 13&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d10+4+modb = 4 + 4 + 0 = 8&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; damage!

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;He's so little! He'd be a kid if he were a human.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd weaves through the blades. man primeras not having much luck.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He was mentioning something about the mayor making camphor illegal. And Tom, could well be a halfling.&quot;

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Boccob's blessed book!&quot; D8

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Hmph. Ridiculous that I can't hit anything without intent to kill anymore.&quot;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Your turn again.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gradia isn't taller from me, and you wouldn't call her a gnome, for example.&quot;

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;What happened to you, Thomas --&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I've come for your Corgis~&quot; *_*

Aldura:<font color="#000000">Yip! D: Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;One shouldn't always seek to kill. Sometimes true skill is shown when your blade is held back.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">another slip around the side, as he continues to slice and dice

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tom has renounced Pelor and taken in to the Many, Richter.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 18 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 18 + 12 + 0 = 30&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (1 + 6 + 0) = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+12+AMod = 11 + 12 + 0 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+6+DMod = 7 + 2 + 6 + 0 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

* Thomas Lazarus laughs mirthfully. |D

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 7 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 7 + 12 + 0 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (1 + 5 + 0) = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 12 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 12 + 7 + 0 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (6 + 6 + 0) = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Different philosophies.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 10 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 10 + 7 + 0 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (4 + 5 + 0) = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Says that with the amount of blood he sees every other day, might well make friends with a god that enjoys it.&quot;

Jim Lane:<font color="#000000">Two junior archivists also peek downstairs, curious about the exclamation.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I figured I would do something silly to comemorate the holiday.&quot;

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;Haha, well, you certainly look the part!&quot; ^^;;;;;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+11+mod = 6 + 11 + -4 = 13&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+6+mod = 17 + 6 + -4 = 19&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Holy-! Sharp metal coming at you for two passes! &#171; &#160;1d10+4+modb = 8 + 4 + 0 = 12&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d10+4+modb = 7 + 4 + 0 = 11&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; damage!

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Second one hit?

* Aldura wags her tail? {:3

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Then have some Bonecrussher.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">20 AC due to dodge

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Damn.

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">Oh well.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Either way, Cadamon.. seemed like that fellow doesn't know his arse from a hole in the ground, but just in case..does our town council have something against camphor laurels?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus waves and speaks in a placating voice. &quot; It's okay, it's okay.&quot; Stoop. ^^

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not that I'm aware of.&quot;

Aldura:<font color="#000000">Sniffsniff.

* Gamal-Junayd attempts to finish Primera off

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 9 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 9 + 12 + 0 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (6 + 6 + 0) = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's not real blood.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 4 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+12+AMod = 4 + 12 + 0 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (5 + 5 + 0) = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 17 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 17 + 7 + 0 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+6+DMod = Dam = (2 + 6 + 0) = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+7+AMod = 7 + 7 + 0 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+6+DMod = 8 + 5 + 6 + 0 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Aldura:<font color="#000000">Ooh. Your blood makeup smells like strawberry jam. :9

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 15 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+7+AMod = 15 + 7 + 0 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 1d6+5+DMod = Dam = (1 + 5 + 0) = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) Crit Threat! (Confirmation Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+7+AMod = 8 + 7 + 0 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Crit Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam +1d6+5+DMod = 6 + 6 + 5 + 0 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Aldura:<font color="#000000">Lick lick lick lick~

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I think 3rd one did it?

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thought so. He was babbling about the mayor getting rid of them large-scale, when I remarked one of his ointments could use some camphor oil.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is the Tricksters' Feast! It wouldn't surprise me if he was spinning a tale.&quot; ^^

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I suppose that's a novel way of saying &quot;I forgot&quot;&quot; *grins*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The suffering of the innocent is not for you to lap off my coat -- tongue to yourself, missy.&quot; :9

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">And the cat is down.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... speaking of which, you haven't seen any of those confetti wagons about, have you?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah, probalbly. Hell, I cursed a kid in the name of Saint Equus today.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd sheathes his blades, and waves for the medics

* Thomas Lazarus stands.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yeah. I saw one at dawn.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Confetti wagons. Bugger. Barbarus had one, didn't he?&quot;

Aldura:<font color="#000000">Wag wag. The Corgi now looks bloody-mouthed. :9

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Some sort of a mess taking place?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Elf-dog set it off and it blew confetti all over the side of the building.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes. We've had three today blow their tops in front of HQ.&quot; =w=;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;...You didn't know he was back yet, did you.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus laughs.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;... no. No I did not.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Well, he is. He recently challenged a friend of mine to a spar, and lost.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Kython's chain over their arse. Three?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Made a grand exit, too.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Thought he would be here, actually. (:3&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">There's a bit of emphasis on he.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Perhaps not referring to Rhylinar.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Is everybody else out on patrol, then?&quot;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sss. Well, we haven't sssseen any sssign of the ssssneak-thief. And the windowssss are alarmed.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Most everyone. Just a smattering of archivists and analysts here.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd goes back to his dance routine how late in the day is it?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Afternoon, getting closer to dusk.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Say, 4 o'pocketwatch.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Very well. Then we shall begin desecrating the foundations~&quot; Tom throws his head back and clutches at the air slightly, severely hamming up his role.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I seen Alissa and Robin on the way. Busy watching over where the guards don't .. and flashing their costumes.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nor any sign of anyone else you might speak of.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come one and all Challengers, opportunity to challenge me and win the pot ends at dusk, a mere 10 gold and you can win 170, and each challenger who fails only increases the prize for hte next!&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;From the sounds, it has been a very good day to stay inside.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh? Costumes? What were they on as?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just usual fancy-dress. I think one of them had cat ears like Swallowtail, but not sure that wasn't someone else.?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Your pot jumps up by &#171; &#160;(1d14+4)*10 = (12 + 4) * 10 = 160&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; before all's said and done. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Hmm.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">holy...WOW

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Oh well, sorry to have troubled you.&quot; :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Some people are willing to pay more after that display.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Here's the candy.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hah. We should all collaborate and be reaper-priests next year. This is fun.&quot; :B

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will send to you if any sign of Girn arrivals are seen.&quot;

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

* Gamal-Junayd finishes off the day of dancing witha flourish (Jump Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+23 = 16 + 23 = 39&#160;  &#187;) (Perform(Dance) Check : &#171;  &#160;1d20+11 = 4 + 11 = 15&#160;  &#187;) (Tumble Check : &#171;  &#160;1d20+19 = 19 + 19 = 38&#160;  &#187;)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm sure Richter could put on a terrifying show with a scythe and a cowl.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed! Shame it's not a Nerullian gag this year, I fancy I could pull off a decent zombie-shamble.&quot; ^^

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I still should have that robe the hellhound burned through....&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus smirks.

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;... You know, I wonder -- one moment.&quot;

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

</i>Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell, I recall you saying I looked like a zombie for weeks after that one.: Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mr. Lane, come along too. You're tall and thin enough to pull off the look.&quot; :3

* Thomas Lazarus huffs in amusement.

Jim Lane:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes sir!&quot; :D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah! Say, Cadamon, we should have Spindlethorn's scythe somewhere, right?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Would fit Tom's costume.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Alright, finally in my right head now...at any rate, as the sun starts making it's way down instead of up, Gnogglebolt comes wandering into the festival. His hair seems more frazzled than usual.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, ed, Shank, thanks for the help in starting the battles. Here, lets split the tips, and head off around the fair while you tell us about that one fellow...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;WELCOME.&quot; Tom ushers over in his best The Merchant impersonation voice. &gt;:B

* Gamal-Junayd hands shankfang and Edaric 10g each from the tips

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;Erythnul favors the morningstar, remember, Miron?&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Well, -nirmally- we have Sundays off. But today we don't, so we can finish taking over for the peoplewe're replacing. &gt;: RAM:<font color="#990000">In return, though, we're prolly gonna have two days off next weekend. :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Erythnul does, but not all his followers do.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">And I doubt we're even gonna work a full day today.

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">The two archivists reemerge with a few morningstars and two scythes, and some folded black robes. :3

RAM:<font color="#990000">I can't imagine there being much for us to do.

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have any more of that fake blood, Thomas?&quot; :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas steps outside and begins working on sprucing up 'the temple' :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Haha, sure.&quot; He stops and takes out some sweets.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;After all, he is the many.. I heard one of his artifacts changes to a different arm every time it draws blood.: * Gamal-Junayd nods at edgar as he steps off the stage if he's still hanging around

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey there Ed.&quot; Gnogglebolt says, approaching the bard. &quot;How have things been?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Say, should I cast Silence over a portion of it?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He gets a red vial and a cherry tart. &quot;Use some of then and then just kind of mash the pastry over your sleeves.&quot; :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not being able to hear even their own voice should spook out a few folks.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd whispers: so, guessing that was...9th level staff fighter, 10th level kord cleric, and 11th level thief? not too bad even if it was real close a few times

Rin Brenin:<font color="#000000">The two adventurers have left the area.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;No real magic, we don't want to spook any little sorcerers.&quot; He chuckles.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">And now..

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Afk 2 minutes.

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

TMG whispers: !! Man, I was thinking there's not really much for me to get into for this festival, but I could bring in Calrach and have him do his Move Your Body concert! I'd have to macro out the lines first, though...and that might take so long that by the time I finish, this'll be over. Oh well.

You whisper to Railock: 7th level staff fighter, ECL 10 Kord cleric (cleric 8 fighter 2), and ECL 14 drow rogue (level 12, +2 LA).

Gamal-Junayd whispers: oh man. 1st was lower than expected, last man..that's somethign to pull off hehe. even if LA is broken

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh hey, Gnogglebolt!&quot; :D

Tokens dropped onto map 'Guardian Fairgrounds' You whisper to Railock: I honestly expected you to not even break a sweat with Landon. Quite a difference the dance makes. :3

TMG whispers: ...aaaand I still have the old token that i DID macro. o.o Sweet!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">shankfang and edaric take the money handed to em?

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Yep!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">ugh, sorry.. between packing and tiredness, I've been completely derailed. XD

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">:T

Gamal-Junayd whispers: oh yeah, it does it's +2 attack and damage, and the ability to jump in full attack jump out? landon wouldn't of been able to land any full attacks if I'd used it on him. course I also didn't cloak of desert wind either

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">The two archivists make grim, if somewhat silly specters, if only for the fact that there are obviously cherries on their scythe blades. |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Things have been going well for the festival, I take it?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Leaden Mace - Taking the Fight to the Servants of Darkness for Fifty-nine Weeks a Year, and Taking the Piss out of them for One.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah. Though..as things are winding down here. Want to join us for a little exploration of our own? specially if you can tell me what that one mystery drow is about. I'd rather Thomas be right, and he's peaceful..that dagger was nasty.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron in the meantime applies splashes of &quot;blood&quot; to the &quot;altar&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah! Man, you should have been here earlier, Gamal ran some awesome fights!&quot; :D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas is at his prime in this role. That is, not really needing to be believable. The wholesale absence of self-respect allows him to get really over-the-top hammy with it and heckle and fakely proselytize to passers-by. &quot;YOU THERE SIR! Do you have a moment today to talk about murder?!&quot; &gt;:D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack, rocketcat!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed? I believe it...&quot;

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

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hi Cocoa!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Tathi..needs to tell her dad to scry thomas like that and let tomi see him.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Dafuq

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hatari, that was brilliant

VAE:<font color="#000000">YOU THERE SIR! Do you have a moment today to talk about murder?!&quot; &gt;:D

* VAE still laughing

Boy:<font color="#000000">And you get quite a number of people stopping by and laughing. Though there is one moment...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">To his credit, he's so over the top it's not really believably imposing.

Hapless Cultist:<font color="#000000">You hear a TWANG from inside the &quot;temple&quot; as the foot snare around the candy bowl goes off.

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

Hapless Cultist:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Hey!&quot;

Hapless Cultist:<font color="#000000">&quot;This isn't a real temple!&quot; DX

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron cosplaying as a priest of laduguer

* Thomas Lazarus spins around and points dramatically and condemningly. *_* &quot;AH-HAH!!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus pauses in that pose for a moment.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Wait are you serious.&quot;

Hapless Cultist:<font color="#000000">Dangle.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I feel bad for you.&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">what map are you on thomas?

Hapless Cultist:<font color="#000000">Wis of 6 go. DX

TMG:<font color="#000000">...oh gawd. xD

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well apparently we just caught James from Team Rocket.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Tell you what. You can still have a chocolate.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I'll take it from here, gentlemen.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hup, time to go to work. Bai everyone!

RAM whispers: And since I'll prolly be gone, I hope you sleep well tonight, Lia. :3 *nuzzle*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Uh-huh.&quot; |3

* Thomas Lazarus steps aside.

Hapless Cultist:<font color="#000000">&quot;You should have a sign up or something!&quot; DX

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know, Sir. Your brethren have managed to confound the whole Mace branch up in Brennwood sixty-some years ago. I don't think you have made him a good name tonight.&quot;

* Cadamon Gardner reads the cultist his rights and takes him down to the holding cells... ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This. This is a story we need to tell the guys later.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think we should have kept him here. Was a fine addition to the comedy.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus eats a handful of sweets and chews. He throws a hand out and points at some random passerby, &quot;We'll get you!&quot; he murmurs with food in his mouth still.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Back at Miron, &quot; Hmph, maybe.&quot; |3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, ed, up for finishing the explanation you were going to give earlier on that one opponent?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">And so on and so forth Tom has a special drinking challenge ready for any laughing rogues that come by, but otherwise, it's more of the same hijinks and entertainment. :B

TMG whispers: Okay, he's ready &gt;:D

Tokens dropped onto map 'Guardian Fairgrounds'Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hm?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">About Rhy I think.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;You were about to tell us somethign before Primera stepped up.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm... maybe I should get a dress, too. What would you say to a Laduguer cleric? After all, Gnogglebolt and Tathi nag me about being a dwarf half the time anyways.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, I'm sure I'll get all the in-depth details as soon as the festivities are...huh?&quot; Gnogglebolt blinks and looks around as some sound starts waftign across the Guardian fairground.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;About the drow that was messing with miron.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus chuckles. &quot;I'm not actually as brushed up on other churches as folks probably expect me to be. I dunno.&quot; :B

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, that guy.&quot; :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">It's the sound of one intrument being played, albiet not very well, just before it cuts out and a different instrument starts playing

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... hang on a minute, is that...&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(....er, nevermind, holding Calrach back until Gamal gets his explanation &gt;.&gt; )

TMG:<font color="#000000">(Didn't meant o--oh fine. xD )

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Say ,Richter, is it worth it?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">And around the stalls comes a skipping halfling, playing four different instruments in successtion, continually awapping them out at his belt.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Nonreal Band!&quot; :D Edaric calls out dramatically, waving toward the halfling.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Non..real band?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your own festival space? Impressive, Guardians!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, it's you again!&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not only that! We're a full-fledged company now! How have you been, Calrach?&quot; :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Wait until you hear about the international property debacle we started on the coast.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes! It is I, Calrach Lightweave the Nonreal Band, chronicler and singer!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've been fine. Travelling around. Spreading the three stories of you guys that I chronicled.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gamal, Calrach, Calrach, Gamal-Junayd of the Vorel-Svent.&quot; :3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;And how do you do?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hmm, that said. How long is the game expected to last? Because if long enough, I'm totally sketching Miron as a priest. He can make the srs frown work :4

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Calrach went with us on an adventure in Blackwood to rout Pamela Lundy, a necromancer. And he helped us with some things here in Castleton, too.&quot; :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;The audiences are always enraptured at the Incredible Trashbeast of the Sewers, and the Spectacular Seige of the Corrupt Castle!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And greetings to you to, Moscran. I presume.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shoudl of been here earlier when the battles were going on..there was some close ones. And yes, moscran. What gives it away?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gamal of the...Vorel-Svent? Hmm. Not familiar with that one, though there are many tribes.&quot;

* Edaric snorts. &quot;The Incredible Trashbeast. Southside Snatcher wasn't catchy enough?&quot; XP

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">meeehhh.. I've been aimlessly surfing the web for the past hour now.. gonna go ahead and go. I'll check back every once and a while to see if the server needs to come down, but, I need to shutdown in about an hour.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach wiggles his fingers at Edaric. &quot;Needed to suit the environment. People eat that up.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Waitno!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ghost!

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">if you lot need a server, I think I can run one

TMG:<font color="#000000">Please stay for this next part, actually kinda wanted to sorta involve Tahi/Alien in it

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">-.-;;;;; hurry up.

VAE:<font color="#000000">for arbitrary amounts of time.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Also, if Miron showed up, that'd be cool, too. ;)

* VAE 'll need to check hp the config

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh, this...isn't going to be quick. ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Darnit.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh well.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Nevermind.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And miron is havng fun over at the &quot;temple&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Miron's occupied. ^^;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">aand ghost wont be here next week heh

TMG:<font color="#000000">(man, -both- of the characters who I had specific lines prepared for...)

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, do you still have that talking cup?&quot; :D

VAE:<font color="#000000">so, do folk need to get me looking at setting up a server?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">We should probably wrap up soon anyway because of Greedverse... ^^;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I can run a server as well, specially if ghost wants to transfer the file over

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh! I do I do!&quot; And Calrach reaches under the folds of his overlage cloak and whips out the small cup.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">pfft it's not early tomorrow

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas puts up a small sign near his &quot;desk&quot; reading, 'Accepting puppies'. He pets Aldura and levels a piercing, demanding stare at those walking by for a few minutes. *_*

TMG:<font color="#000000">(I do not, however, have Cole's token. &gt;.&gt; )

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why do you have a talking cup? And is it intelligent, or just set sayings?&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">The cherrywood goblet's gem glows to life, and the white owl-shaped figure in the gem blinks blearily at Gamal.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hello, sir.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hello, cup.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Going to take a shower.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's called Cole.&quot; |3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">, Hello, Cole.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is nice to be called by name.&quot; The owl figure yawns.

TMG whispers: Hmm...can we say Cole got 'upgraded' already to where if someone drinks from him without realizing what he's done to the water, no save is allowed against the Truth effect like we discussed? Or do I need to wait until I can guarantee the money for that? :B

You whisper to TMG: Sure, we can say that.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">To the next passerby to stop and give the setup a closer look-over, Tom steps aside, points towards the obviously booby-trapped 'donation' bowl, and raises his brows. &quot;..Ehn? Ehhhn?&quot;

TMG whispers: though I would think Calrach's level-money by now should be more than enough...

TMG whispers: Sweet

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">The archivists chuckle. &quot;Tom, dare I say you're a natural?&quot; x3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">SeemsLegit.jpg

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh! And Cole makes the most refreshing water. You've gotta try it. Here!&quot; Calrach takes out his waterskin and pours some water into the cup. He winks at it, and the owl-symbol on the cup glows softly for a moment. Calrach holds up the goblet to Gamal.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;(Thanks. This is a lot of fun. I'm so glad this finally rolled around.)&quot; |3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;You look like a fine swordsman after a day of sparring, this'll fix you right up.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;You just put the water in there. he didn't exactly make it.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;He transmutes it. Puts power in it.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd looks at ed

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is it safe?&quot;

TMG whispers: and I'll let you whisper to Rail anything relevant...

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;It won't hurt you if that's what you're asking.&quot; |3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is it alchoholic?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Depends on if Calrach spiked it.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;So... maybe?&quot; :B

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Naahh, that's for late nights.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd shrugs, and takes a drink

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why not.&quot;

You whisper to Railock: Gamal is now compelled to tell the truth for the next 10 minutes.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach watches closely...and accepts the cup back when Gamal finishes. And grins.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whatcha hiding under those facewraps, good sir?&quot; &gt;:3

* Railock rolls: does gamal know that? =&gt; Invalid expression: does gamal know that?.Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;My face.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">does gamal know he has to tell the truth?

You whisper to Railock: He should become aware of it if he tries to lie.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Probably after the first unintended gut-spilling. :B

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ooh, but what's the reason? Not even Moscrans usually hide their faces for the fun of it.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Zone of Truth does let you know, but do elixirs of truth do the same thing? :.

TMG:<font color="#000000">...Dunno. Dm's call here. :B

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;It tends to scare little children. Full body burn scars aren't pretty.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">ADJUDICATION. :U

Gamal-Junayd whispers: it's nothing he's hidden, so he hasnt even tried to lie yet

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

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Let's go with yes, he's aware of the enchantment.

VAE:<font color="#000000">sketch done

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ooh, I see.&quot; Then Calrach just stands there for a moment. As most people who have reasosn to hide their face also aren't so free with it, he waits for what Gamal just said to register in his own mind.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is there a reason you felt compelled to force truth out of me when I would of told you the same with simply asking?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach cackles an evil little halfling cackle. &quot;It's become habit by now. You wouldn't believe the stories I've learned with this little guy!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Stories I'd never have found out so easily otherwise.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And in my experience, four times out of five, people hiding their faces have very...interesting reasons to do so.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Perhaps. but If I wanted to do that..magical means aren't that expensive..and raise less suspicion.&quot;

* VAE scanning sketch

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'd be surprised just how many vagabonds with the most intriguing life stories think just a mask or veil will cut it.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which, for all mundane purposes, usually does.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;True..many people just seem to assume I've a reason and not bother me about the wraps.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bard. I'm in the business of hearing all the stories and reasons.&quot; Calrach grins again.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Edaric isn't as nosy as you are. &quot;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">(and now I have a question...who here is not just connected, not just mentally present, but also IC in the Guardians Fairgrounds? Gangs count as one. :B )

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm also not a storytelling bard.&quot; :P

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I'm here in the fairgrounds

* VAE present, but IC elsewhere

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes Primera? &quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Halfling. We get up in everyone's business.&quot; |3

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;If you were not insulted by my preformance earlier, we could spar again on other days, yes?&quot;

* Liatai is admittedly starting to get sleepy. ^^;

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;It seems I must get used to the idea of fighting without killing.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I needs to shut down and go to bed. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">.... -dammit-. &gt;_-

TMG:<font color="#000000">Foiled again!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Calrach is never gonna get his concert. Dx

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I'm still here, but not really paying a lot of attention. I got my piece in and am more or less done for the session unless something happens. :B

* Meany assumes Melvin face.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh well. Another time...

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Course if you really want a story someones been trying to hide...&quot; he bends down and whispers somethign in calrach's ear before responding to primera &quot;Primera, it would be no problem. I'd be more than happy to spar with any guardian.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Kill your family. Kill your family. Kill your family.

Primera:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Very well.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd whispers: he whispers to calrach &quot;Edaric here was being very secretive why he was sleeping ont he couch, keeping it from his friends and the rest of it, running away when questioned...&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;The more we all practice, the better we'll be.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">so noms then?

TMG:<font color="#000000">....what does Gamal whisper to Calrach?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">oh tech, your controling him?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yep. He's my alt. x3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 12 + 9 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Listen check... :.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Hey!&quot; :|

VAE:<font color="#000000">frack, i need to decrease the resolution

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;D'oh-ho-ho!&quot; Calrach laughs. &quot;Unfortunately, Edaric would have seen it coming. Though that iiiiiiis interesting...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach grins devilishly at Edaric.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">In the 'You're next' kinda way.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sheesh.&quot; =w=;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">So we going to do noms?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Go ahead. I've got none though, haven't been here all day :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hmm...maybe...

GM:<font color="#000000">Nommity nommity nom! ^^

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Thomas - CANDY MAN Miron - Anti-ally Gamal - Competitor!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Either way, after a while of work, Miron is done with his disguise. A ridiculously wide leather belt, the half-burnt robe having his studded leather vest poke through, a bit of coal dust on his face and beard, greased hair combed back to emphasize his lack of hair, a broken arrow tied around the neck and the second half of it in his hand, and a frown of epic proportions.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">my noms... Thomas ...of slaughter! Shankfang - let me shoot, let me let me let me! Miron - red hair elf! must harrass! Primera - taking on opponents above yout station

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

* Dr. Hatari noms for arts. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">if, ifififififif, I don't go over to old house early in the morning next week..maybe we can pick up on the sunset of the festival, when all gthe characters filter back into the fairgrounds to pack up, and -then- Calrach can put on his concert? :B

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">sszeyel - rhy's here? screw painting, run off to zarith

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Technically, Primera's at your ECL. (:3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come do the good work of Laduguer, citizens! More work shall be your reward!&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">He just had a bunch of sucky rolls.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">he's lvl 9? didn't seem like it. heh

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Level seven. Ecl9.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">He's got an LA in there somewhere. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">http://www.srcf.ucam.org/~dm510/mironladu.jpg

VAE:<font color="#000000">a bigger scale picture

VAE:<font color="#000000">eh, his hand should have been bigger, but it does it for now

* Richter Malino scowls comedically, leaning on his scythe. &quot;You are far too cheery for Nerull.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Work is its own reward, and brings forth happiness! A frown is but a smile of the soul!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">If anyone's curious http://s7.postimage.org/wm95gqwu1/5972c83f5474d02bd014a72b9b6ed9b4.jpg

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Let's see. Noms.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">swallowtail for cat costume

VAE:<font color="#000000">Tom for epic shrine

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Thomas for teasing the competition in rin

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sszeyl for additional portrait expertise. Primera/Minionz for crewing the whole fairgrounds adequately.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Gamal for showman! Put up your dukes!

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tathi indirectly for honking clownshoes dog + subsequent shenanigans. I was delighted. :B

* VAE scans the fixed picture

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Shankfang for whine yourself into a timeslot!! *shot* I mean expert display of marksmanship! |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Toil before bed, toil before rise, makes Laduguer's chosen tall, happy and wise!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Miron for WHO DO YOU WORK FOR I KNOW YOU'RE A DROW I JUST KNOW IT

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000"> ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">This is what Miron dreams of: http://senorgif.memebase.com/2012/06/25/funny-gifs-im-ok-with-that/

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I didn't catch Gnogglebolt doing anything I can remember... {:3

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">You know, I was just going to let the whole search-and-seizure thing go by. But he made it so easy. |D

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Calrach for return of the cupquisition, though.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt didn't do anything, really.

VAE:<font color="#000000">fixed pic

TMG:<font color="#000000">ghost; oh what the hell.

TMG:<font color="#000000">DragonButt Z? x_@

VAE:<font color="#000000">http://www.srcf.ucam.org/~dm510/mironladuf.jpg

VAE:<font color="#000000">also, bigger

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;All work and no play, makes Jack a follower of Laduguer!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">but hmm

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also nomming Swallowtail for catgirl!

GM:<font color="#000000">Thomas - 100 XP - Taunting the Competition. 200 XP - Thomas... OF SLAUGHTERRRRR. 100 XP - Medic! Miron - 100 XP - Supporting your Home Team. 100 XP - Red-Haired Elf 100 XP - Laduguer!100 XP - WHO DO YOU WORK FOR &gt;:E Sszeyl - 100 XP - Monk vanish~ 100 XP - Portraiture! 100 XP - For crewing the fairgrounds. Shankfang - 100 XP - But.. shootings... Gamal - 600 XP - It's time to d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-duel! *brick'd* Tathi - 100 XP - More skulldoggery! Well. Clowndoggery. Calrach - 100 XP - Cupquisition! Swallowtail - 100 XP - Feline Security.

GM:<font color="#000000">Anything I missed? :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Saving campaign..

VAE:<font color="#000000">don't think so

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Nothing shoots to mind.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">A question, however.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Now that we have (finally :B) celebrated the holiday, is it known what is in store for our immediate future timeline?

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">time skips for close to the end of the mont?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">More days at a time? Or perhaps timeskips? I imagine we have weeks and weeks left until the next official adventuring.

VAE:<font color="#000000">so.. miron dreams of butt impacts? VAE no get the joke

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There's a plan for the day after the festival, but beyond that, timeskips away to the end of the month. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">Lia, I want to minisession Gnogglebolt visiting the goblins' actual new den. Don't need a map for that, necessarily, but I'd like to do that along with any other characters/players who'd like to participate

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">And darn, no hunting down the Blackskull leader in our off-time? -3-

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh well~

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, noone said we can't

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">okay server comin' down

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's not like we have a lead. ^^;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron should try convincing Gilric to join in with LADUGUER!

TMG:<font color="#000000">We just don't have any solid information right no--yeah, that

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