Session 101

Meany has connected.

Ghostwish has connected.

Dr. Hatari has connected.

Glitch has connected.

RAM has connected.

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

</i>Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">|D

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Zoom out and try and read all the buffs. XP

Railock:<font color="#000000">okay cooking lunch

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Hatari dafuq were you on the minecraft server for? |D

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">To mine and craft?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Starving like an animal trying to enter the sky-bridge more accurately.

You whisper to Ghostwish: If you want to start statting Shalae, you can drop her on Yoriver - Gates, to be copy-pasted later. :3

RAM:<font color="#990000">Ah, to suck and fail.:B

Ghostwish whispers: :D

Ghostwish whispers: I haven't spent her gold yet.. XP

You whisper to Ghostwish: I told you, I don't expect her to see combat, don't worry about it XD

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh yeah. By the way. Before we start, a little detail I wanted to make sure was 'done'.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Would -anyone- IC -not- immediately coup de grace ever still-breathing fiend in sight before we start up talking/screaming?

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">We'll have to see, won't we?

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Where's vae?

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

</i>Glitch:<font color="#000000">That's just the thing, I want to just 'say it's done' to get it out of the way dammit. &gt;:[

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Yes. But not for some sort of urge to spare fiends so much as there's more immediate concerns.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Shankfang might poke at them a little bit first. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Why you always be so resistant to any kind of fast-forward. Seriously, it gets really annoying sometimes.


 * Dr. Hatari double-takes.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Whoah, there, pot.

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">I think it's more of a question of who will live longer... Miron or fiends. XP

Glitch:<font color="#000000">There's no reason to spend any time on it, just wanted to see it's -done-.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Why should there be a fastforward now?

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">We're seriously gonna start this early? =3=

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Where's Gamal? :.

RAM:<font color="#990000">The game hasn't even started yet.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Danman; just offscreen/offhand coup de grac'ing all the fiends.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">On the northern battlefront.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, holy fuck, there's still a battle going on

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Then we actually start.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Ah.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I don't think it'd make sense to do it quite yet.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">danman; the battle's over, that's the point. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Eh, oh well.

VAE:<font color="#000000">It isn't The Braxtons helped mop up devils, now they are thinking what to do next

RAM:<font color="#990000">Can the bitching and whining at least wait until after we start?

VAE:<font color="#000000">then there will be no place for bitching and whining

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

GM:<font color="#000000">While people cease their bitching and moaning, the DM is going to go get a cup of tea.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We can have them killed whenever. It can be handled in a quick narrative handwave when someone takes the initiative (and more importantly, the time) to do it. It'll take all of, like, two minutes.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Can I come with you? :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, Tech, in a situation as strained as this, pulling a weapon while the fiends are obviously down already would likely get you maimed

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Bring me a cup!!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">At any rate. COnsidering where we left off last session, and everything that -should- be starting this one, and how long it took to get the file uploaded, I motion we skip charQs today and hop right int

VAE:<font color="#000000">also ghost and ram, you two need to post in ABtP at some point

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">ffffffffffff

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hatari; that's exactly my point. Wanted to do the 'quick narrative handwave' -before- we start so we never have to worry about it again. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">I'm not going to //urge// you, just reminding

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We never skip char Q's.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Lemme finish up my project, and I will get on that.


 * RAM has been distracted by X-Com.:B

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay, and am gonna finish off with Headwings Central

Glitch:<font color="#000000">But oh well. No one likes that idea, so whatever.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Glitch: We're in a situation where literally every second past the greenlight matters. We don't have two minutes of handwave time.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Ghost I -told- you not to use hipster souls as your power source for the doom engine.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">They're too rebellious.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Doom engines are so mainstream.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, who'd ever want to timeskip in a dramatic situation like this.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Pfffft. You just watch me. The iphone capacitor will keep those souls distracted into infinity.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">brb afk

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Except the iphone capacitor is Apple-tech. :/

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">When it eventually breaks you need to take the whole engine apart to fix it.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Or rather -replace- it. :/

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Not excactly. I stole it, broke it, put it back together with gum and tinsel floss, then strapped it on with duct tape.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Was gonna say.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">back

RAM:<font color="#990000">Fix it? Ha!

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Making it 100% better than anything apple has ever made.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Gonna have to get a whole new one!

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Oh.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">And then I spray-painted it silver, called it a collector's edition, and sold it for 3x the price.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Apple's offering me a CEO position. Anyone got some napalm...

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">I can get you some Thermite Grenades!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">those are actually grenades, now? o.o

Glitch:<font color="#000000">dayum.


 * Dr. Hatari seems to recall someone having a gigantic burr in their ass the last time thermite grenades came up in Liatalk.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">... It was probably Drayco. :B

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Must.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Fight urge to skyrim while waiting for game.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;:T

RAM:<font color="#990000">Thermites have been in grenade form for a long time, Tech.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">I read that as termites.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...oh my gawd. xD

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">And pictured pirates throwing termite grenades at each other.

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


 * Dr. Hatari has opened a rotten wall riddled with termites before. Suddenly, hundreds of moist flying insects hitting you.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">eeuehuhguheugeuehah! D8

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh hey I'm back AUGH

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

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">HATARI D8 Y U DO THIS

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Okay I'm sorry. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Think of, I don't know, a basket of kittens.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">With sheets of fabric softener.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Kittenbasket ;o;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I have struck a net 0 jibblies.

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

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">least it's not illithids in your face

GM:<font color="#000000">Character question of the day! &quot; Someone cuts off your character in traffic, or grabs the last of something your character wants to purchase before he can pick it up. How does he respond?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">So, any seconders on the motion to jump right into the game today, since we're already two hours late? :B

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

GM:<font color="#000000">GAH

GM:<font color="#000000">RAILOCK

GM:<font color="#000000">WHY

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I distinctly remember getting that quesiion before...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Aw, we had this question before. But...


 * Gamal-Junayd is probably gonna die for that

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Last time my answer was to apologize and let it go.. &gt;.&gt;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Cuts me off, huh? Gasoline is quite combustable. *FIREBALL*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">'''TODAY I'M PISSED! &gt;:O'''


 * Thomas Lazarus is bricked.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I wait for the store to restock them.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Confront them. Hopefully before Tathi vaporizes them. She might destroy the item too. ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I have a few centuries to live. I can wait.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I let them? After all, they were there first. That said, unless the item is something I need on the job, in which case I pull out the badge, and requisition it.&quot;

Kor:<font color="#9933FF">THEIR ANKLES. MY TEETH. MAFF.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">depens on how much I need the item. if a lot..try to talk them out of i

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">Sorry I was licking Gnogglebolt what you say?

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;What is your character's most treasured possession?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Get cut off..? Have an item taken from me? Hahahahahah. Ahhhh. Nah, that doesn't happen. I undo that.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Spellbook.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Bow.

Kor:<font color="#9933FF">FOOD. ALL OF IT.

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">Thomas' left sock. My favorite chew toy.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I -had- this lovely pair of sais that I loaned out to people and never got back.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">:T

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Answer to the first question, use a gun.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">If that doesn't work, use more gun.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">I swear I never forgot about them. ^^;;;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">As for favorite possession? Rose and Dragula. :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Can't decide between the two.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh.. uhm.. ... ..I suppose it's the second symbol of Pelor I keep around my right wrist. I never knew the name of the paladin it belonged to.. or even if they were a paladin, and not just a pious adventurer.. but.. it's been a great source of strength and support. I feel like I have someone else I carry with me. Like I'm helping them, and they're helping me, and the Shining Lord is proud of both of us. Maybe that's a little overly sentimental for just some thing I found.. but.. ^^;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">AWWWWW THOMAS HAS A FRIENDSHIP BRACELET

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Most cherished thing? Probably my weed. |D *bricked*


 * Tathi is brick'd into the void.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;My blades. without my blades, I cannot practice my swordsmanship, without my swordsmanship, I have nothing.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. My prayerbook does count as pretty valuable... so does my badge by what it conveys... but then... I have had the Saint Cuthbert's cross on my neck ever since I was taken into the church, always there with me, reminding me of what I'm sworn to do. And given out by no less than Senior Inquisitor Alaric Dellode... hell, he was a man that made Ashmore seem moody and twitchy. I wouldn't swap it for the fanciest of magical pendants or amulets.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">*just tried to picture a moody twitchy Ashmore*

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Question

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">More like STALLING CHARACTER QUESTIONS! &gt;:O *bricked away!*

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Is canibus illegal in castleton? :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">The guy was... is a dwarf. At first ,he mistook Miron for a sickly dwarf, too :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">cannabis, you butt

VAE:<font color="#000000">unless canibus is some sort of dope you get from dogs

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Yes because I use the word so much to know it's correct spelling.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">*shot*


 * VAE grins

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">its*

GM:<font color="#000000">I... actually haven't done much plotting with regards to the Castleton drug scene. Drugs in Castleton are kind of a hazy grey area to start with, since it has such a thriving underworld population and so many people moving in and out of the area.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well, fey wine is gonna be big one day

VAE:<font color="#000000">I just imagine Tathi's family as drug kingpins

VAE:<font color="#000000">full of bling

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Then you're going to flip when you see what's coming down the story stream soon. XP

VAE:<font color="#000000">and with their mage staffs with gld inlays

VAE:<font color="#000000">*gold

GM:<font color="#000000">Really, cannabis is tame compared to some other drugs in the D&amp;D rulebooks, so... I dunno, we can plot later. But for now...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">No one cares if you typo, YOU IMPERFECT HUMAN BEING.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">*indeed.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I care. I have integrity.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Look, I play Lawful characters most of the time. It rubs off on one.

GM:<font color="#000000">Right, where were we... oh yes, everything was going wrong. Well. Except the devil-slaying. That progressed quite nicely.

GM:<font color="#000000">Thomas, you have social initiative since I cut you off by needing to go to bed last Saturday. ^^;

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Thomas wins social initiative. XP

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well, last time on akellon Gradia was preparing a spell before the devils died, right?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">You can put that trophy on your wall, Hatari. XP

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Social initiatiiiveee~


 * VAE puts on drama music.


 * Glitch JokerVoice &quot;And here...we....go.&quot;

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

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOcxRnnDTd4

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well. When last we left the scene, the last few devils had just fallen over. All told, the gigantic skirmish only lasted for a few seconds. Still in the thick of combat high, Tom storms right up into their faces and begins shouting the Braxton group down. &quot;You.. lunatics've just ATTACKED two concurrent Mace operations!! Including the big red one!!&quot; Miron gets a meaningful glare.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He seethes and glowers down with a barely checked temper. &quot;What were you thinking?! What if Anise were here -- what if Sszeyl had died?! You were STANDING WITH ME when we got his assignment handed to us; you KNOW what could happen! You think you can just swing in and DROP A BOMB in the middle of us -- in the middle of Yoriver's official investigation -- escorting Sszeyl -- NEVERMIND that we're suppose to be your damn allies?!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt stalks down the corridor behind Thomas.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Coming, Gamal!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He's got his blunderbuss out this time, and his hands are shaking.

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll swap places with you, if you don't mind, bard.&quot; Though he doesn't wait for an answer.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang glares. &gt;:E

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's tellin him...&quot; he then mutters in ignan &quot;Blades of War&quot; before ht reverses them into the back of the brains of hte two closest devils as both a finisher, and as a way to help him stay up as he bleeds out.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Of all the most idiotic, lead headed things to do..&quot; Tathi fumes, and then quickly spins around, looking to TGUM with concern in her eyes. &quot;Dad, are you okay??&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 6 + 8 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; CL check...

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#FF0000">Some idiot is controlling me, help! *BRICK'D!!!*

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">FIGHT THE PUNS DADDY FIGHT THE PUNS.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">The wound doesn't close. &quot;-- Why isn't this working?&quot; D: &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 12 + 8 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">It should be noted that Shankfang has yet to holster Rose, and is in fact twirling her around his finger.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I ... Tom... it.. WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL OF YOU EVEN DOING HERE WITH THIS SPIDERFUCK-*COugh* *cough*-fucked bunch of traitors that we...&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Now it does. &#171; &#160;2d8+8 = 14 + 8 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; healing!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I, for one, have had it with you! '''I! Have! Had it!&quot;'''

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt suddenly shouts.

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

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whoa there!&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus closes his jaw and lays a hand on Miron's shoulder. &quot; Quiet.&quot;


 * Gamal-Junayd slumps against the wall, now, resting

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;How could you, Miron? How could you?!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Cure Moderate wounds: &#171; &#160;2d8+10 = 4 + 10 = 14&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; healing on the open wound. &quot; We'll fish out the bullet later.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd whispers: kill the two bearded near me unless you want to actually make me roll for those coups

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Aelian hears Miron.. and draws his bow on Gradia. &quot;One gesture and you're a goner, understand?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyll goes around and starts putting Red Xes on the gray Xes.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You nearly killed me with magic! You HURT ME! With MAGIC!&quot; Gnogglebolt screams.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;How could you. I don't know if you're their thrall...&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">By the by?.. he's got two arrows nocked.

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm all right, Just a scratch, see? Calm down, tinuamin. Let's sort this out.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus points southeast. &quot;Calm down.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Turns to Aelian. &quot;You do it, and you're a dead man.. in ways not even your loopy girlfriend can fix.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;If anyones someones thrall, it's you miron. you just attacked allies out of the blue without even attempting to determine what was going on

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will never trust you again for this, you trecherous bastard!&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;You, archer, will not threaten me as though I am a common brigand. The battle plan was to disable the criminal, which if you do not mind --&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Your threats are empty and meaningless, Miron, as is your honor. Unlike mine.&quot;


 * Shankfang the Deffrider levels Rose at Miron. &quot;Hy don' tink hyu are in de position to be makink de threats.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am DONE toadying to you, you weasel! Get out! Get out and don't come back! If I see you again, I will kill you before you hurt me, or anyone else again!&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right now, the only criminals I see are people who would attack innocents. Namely, you.&quot; he mutters in auran &quot;Blades of Honor&quot;

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


 * Thomas Lazarus knits his brow and interposes between the gnomes, &quot;That's enough!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;THE CRIMINAL! THE ONE YOU HAVE AMONG YOUR RANKS!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt keeps his glare on Miron, before whirling around at Gradia. &quot;And YOU! You stupid idiot! You're still after Altonor, after all this time?!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Hello.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus turns and grips Miron's neckline.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I knew it all that well - when the news of the local lieutenant's treason circulated.... he let it slip he's his friend.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;You mind if I take this one inside?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;DO YOU KNOW WHERE WE ARE?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Funny, Hy don' see a kriminal.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't you see it? &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;DOES THE SKY NEED TO RAIN FIRE?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's been fucking playing you like a chessboard!&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes. That drow is a wanted criminal for crimes against Braxton Falls, and as soon as we can assure his surrender, we shall depart, after getting the teleport scroll from Lyle.&quot;


 * Gamal-Junayd stands up, thanks ed for the healing, and approaches, merciful blades in hand

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;WE HAVE BIGGER. PROBLEMS. THAN YOUR GODS DAMNED PARANOID BOUNTIES!!&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&gt;.&gt;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're still after a man who's worst crime was playing harmless pranks on you and released a few people wrongfully imprisoned under your blasted overdone laws?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lyle Petersen? 0_0&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You BLASTED!&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor goes pale.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Anyone who expresses freedom in Braxton Falls is wanted. Your laws mean nothing here.&quot;


 * Gradia Thorngage blinks. &quot;... is there a problem, inquisitor? I told you I had friends in Yoriver.&quot;

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


 * Hooded Drow reaches down from behind Gnogglebolt -- &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 3 + 9 = 12&#160;  &#187; Grapple check --

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I tell you now, Altonor is a friend of mine who just helpd save all our lives!&quot; Gnogglebolt screeches at Gradia. &quot;I expect this kind of stupidity from a tall-legs, but from you?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot; GRADIA ... Lyle .. he's a fucking traitor! That fucking letter.. he was second on the list from lolth's seven cunts for fuck's sake

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">My my my.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well guess what!&quot; Gnogglebolt puts himself in between Altonor and the others. &quot;If you want Altonor, you're going to have to go through me!&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron is plain out shaking, and pale like a marble pillar.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi's rounded the corner. She has her eyes intent on Gradia.. looks like she's got two readied actions on her..

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's coming with us, and you are not!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">When y'all have time, I'm carrying Lucina was it? Inside.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Blind is what you are!&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;You!&quot; the hooded drow suddenly barks at Gnogglebolt, forcibly turning him around and glaring at him.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So narrowminded! So outrageously fixated on anyone who doesn't conform!&quot;


 * Ghostwish rofls at Hatari and his token hijinx

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron is .. not quite appearing as someone following what the other gnome says...

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

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;You need to go stand over there for a minute and calm the fuck down.&quot; &gt;:|

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come with me.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;what?!&quot; Gnogglebolt says as he's whirled around. &quot;I'm on your side!&quot;

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

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're going to go watch for more devils. Got it? You're coming with me.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lyle Petersen.. no wonder they had us for traitors.. .. this isn't happening.. this isn't possible.. Gradia wouldn't... &quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Yessss Gnogglebolt, give into your hate!


 * Thomas Lazarus grits his teeth and seethes.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Miron gets shaken. &quot;Did you hear a word I said?!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Now, strike Miron down and your journey to the Dark Side will be complete!

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor, calm yourself -- both of you inquisitors!&quot; Gradia looks frazzled, for once.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No thank you. I see what you're trying to do, I'm standing right here until this is dealt with once and for all. Besides, I don't know you, you don't know me.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*shakes.. comes to his senses a bit* &quot;As .. As ordered.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Well, is shaken.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Do you realize what you have very nearly screwed up just in your pursuit of ONE DAMN VIGILANTE?!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt turns back around and stands in front of Altonor again.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This town is FLOODED WITH THE POWERS OF HELL, and you almost unleashed.. ... ..THAT!!&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus simply points at the seal.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It.. was an oversight...&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're right. I don't. But I know people with sharp tempers. The only way to stop it is to separate. And don't worry about ada. He can handle himself.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Your OVERSIGHTS are WAY out of line!&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now come on. That's not a request.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who the fuck knew he'd be standing next to the goddamn traitor.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Maybe if hyu had looked before attackink...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm no... &quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;An oversight. Good lords. An oversight. Oh how-&quot; And then she stops, looking at the drow. &quot;Ada..?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">My seal? I'm outside.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;HE. IS. INNOCENT!!&quot; He shakes Miron's collar. &quot;AND I AM SICK OF THIS ANCIENT REVENGE BULLSHIT! I AM REPORTING THIS TO ASHMORE.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Or yours? :o

Miron:<font color="#000000">*holds his gorehead*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What, gonna pick on the short guy, not yell at the other tall-legs? I wanna be friends with you, sir, don't make me do something we'll both regret.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Gorehead.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*forehead, which is gory i suppose.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Wonderful mental image.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just don't touch me. no one touch me.&quot; Gnogglebolt has his blunderbuss up and ready.

Miron:<font color="#000000">A blunderbuss shot doesn't discriminate, see.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Okay Shalae. :P

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;RUAHG!!!&quot; Tom stomps aside and catches his breath. &quot;Anise is just down the damn street!&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus points at Gradia and glares.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I ... I was acting under orders, in the best of my ... conscience. If you wish to report me brother....&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sir? Okay, that does it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anise? What the hell is she doing here!?&quot;


 * Hooded Drow looks aside. &quot;Ada, on three?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi peers. Who was the hooded drow calling ada, which the player thinks means dad?

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;On three.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Ohhhhh- This gets interesting. :3

Glitch whispers: and I know what you're doing. Neither I, nor Gnogglebolt, like that the backlash is against him and not Thomas, who's yelling even louder. Oh, and I legimitaely missed the female thing, can scracth that.

Glitch whispers: scratch the 'sir' that is

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;One... two... three.&quot; &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 15 + 17 = 32&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Grapple check assisted by &#171;  &#160;1d20+9 = 5 + 9 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron mumbles a short prayer of thanks to Saint Cuthbert.. .and perhaps by such rote action, begins to calm down somewhat.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;you still acted. you made a choice to follow. if you cannot make your own choices about what orders to follow, you are no better then someone who consoles himself he was just following orders when his lord orders him to kill innocents. following orders is the excuse of those without a brain of their own.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">The gnome gets lifted up by two drow. &quot;Come on.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I cannot BELIEVE you would do this to us -- to me!! We're friends! If I can even get you trigger-happy.. IDIOTS out of this alive,&quot; he speaks this last part entirely through clenched teeth, &quot;then you had better just BEHAVE YOURSELVES and keep your STUPID heads down!!&quot; He facepalms and tries to settle down.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;'''WHAT ARE YOU DOING? LET GO OF ME!&quot; BLAM! The Blunderbuss is shot upward.'''

You whisper to Glitch: Thomas is trying to resolve the conflict, Gnogglebolt is escalating it.

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;WHA!&quot;

Glitch whispers: that is not what it sounds like at all. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--Anise is HERE on an OPERATION. With us!&quot; He swings a look at the blunderbuss shot.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">The drow barely flinch. Out they go. =w=

Glitch whispers: Sounds like the same thing to me.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Aelian winces slightly at the gunshot, but stays trained on Gradia.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;'LET! GO! OF! ME! i HATE TALL-LEGS!&quot;'

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He looks back and pokes Miron's chest with a finger. &quot;--Our operation! This is a Mace operation!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But what the hell were you doing here, with criminals! You, and Anise, and for fuck's sake, Sszeyl! Tiamat's horn in your arses, he's a candidate for Mace membership!&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitors, hold.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Le carry.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why aren't you making things clear with the local branch!?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He snaps, &quot;DO NOT SPOUT that 'on the law's side' CRAP at me right now!!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ve are tryink to save dis city, hyu perfekt idiot.&quot; &gt;:E

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why are you here, surrounded by the worst scum earth has borne!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;The local branch is infested with fiends.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Who are violating national-level laws.&quot;


 * Altonor shouts into the stable, &quot;DON'T DISAPPEAR ON ME, VI, THIS ISN'T OVER YET.&quot;


 * Drow Magus huffs. =3=;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Because they're comprimised, Miron. Badly so. You would not believe what we just witnessed at a holy temple. They're escorting FIENDS around.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look, we are outside of our jurisdiction, but you are no better off than us. WHAT THE HELL are you doing here!?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;THEY. AREN'T!&quot; Gradia gets ignored. &quot;THE MACE HERE. IS. COMRPOMISED! CORRUPTED! EVIL! UNDER FIENDISH SWAY! Your so-called traitors are the GOOD ONES!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We are investigating it!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">In the grip of the two drow, Gnogglebolt struggles to pull out a small spherical device from his bandolier. &quot;Let go of me now or I set this off! I want to like you, but get off of me!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tathi, you and your damn father are the second to last people I'd ever take a line of shit like that from.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;At Ashmore's word!&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;No. You need to calm down or you're going to hurt someone.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Den listen to hyu damn friend! He's sayink de same tink!&quot; &gt;:E

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Well, that just shows what a giant whopping idiot you are, because even the lowliest of my bloodline is a hundred times higher than your entire mis-begotten family, you stunted, ugly excuse for a kobold.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm not the only one, dammit!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Mace here are corrupted! There was a circulatory about it, a quarter of the branch has just goddamn disappeared.. they are hextorians!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyu are chust too damn blind and prejudiced to listen!&quot;


 * Gradia Thorngage stamps her foot. &quot;INQUISITORS. REPORT.&quot; &gt;8|

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Stop picking on me! I was trying to HELP you!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone's gone mad!&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus ceases his shouting. Finally. He glowers at Gradia.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;QUIET.&quot; Aelian orders Gradia, arrows still leveled on her.

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

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Clearly we have entered a very tense situation and confusion abounds.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Excuse me, strange Braxton human?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Do you happen to know anything about 'fiend thralls?'&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;What. Is happening. Here.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tathi, you cretinous bleached drow, your entire bloodline could be replaced with a barrel of sewage and it'd make you better folk in the end.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Ah, the rabble speaks. How amusing.&quot;

Muscular Human:<font color="#000000">The human looks at Sszeyl with confusion and some disgust.

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Grapple check to escape. &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 13 + 1 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Deleting the demons to make it easier to move tokens. =3=;

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyu are in deep enuff as is. Stop diggink hyuself deeper.&quot; &gt;:E

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;My folk were fine and law-abiding people that you aren't worthy to lick boots of, right until they were MURDERED IN COLD BLOOD BY DROWISH SEWAGE OF HIS DEGENERATE BREED&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">OMG DISAPPEARING CORPSES. *brick'd*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl points at Lucina. &quot;Trying to find out if she's safe to have conscious now. If she is, we can use her intel.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I wasn't going to shoot anyone first, anyway, dammit! Did you see Aelian in there? He's pointing his bow around too!&quot;

Gamal-Junayd: <font color="#0">(( spins into combat and takes out all the fools! :P ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;My report is that your branch has its collective head up its behind and just attacked our Inquest of a tyrannical regime that has taken ahold of Yoriver, and its media,&quot; Miron gets a glare, &quot;--and has branded the holdouts traitors.&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">uh-oh.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hang on, please. XD

VAE:<font color="#000000">you deleted her, huh?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I deleted Gamal by mistake. XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hold on, please.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">yes you did

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;You know, I bet your family was murdered because they were just as short-sighted and block-headed as you. Easy prey for drow assassins, really. It was a slaughter, wasn't it?&quot;

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

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh hey guys, what's up? *munch munch* =3=

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">ctrl-z!

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Where did Gamal go?! :O

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">doesnt do a thing except screw up the paitned on backgrounds meany

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF"> &quot;Normally, I'd be all for stopping her.. but after what Miron's done? That stung.&quot; :|

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's no call for that, Eyllisaearsithek,&quot; the drow suddenly says quite seriously.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Tathi, quit it.&quot; He glares aside. &quot;Grow up.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This is serious.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Y.. you... you sick, worthless piece of dross not worthy of a duergar's boot.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi just snorts. &quot;How's it feel, Miron? Not so nice to be on the recieving end, is it?&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron just ... stares.


 * Thomas Lazarus snaps back at Miron and points in his face, &quot;And you will stop trying to hunt and destroy every Drow on the planet! Whether you like it or not, this group is allied with saving the city!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;But I am done. Done with you, forever. You are lower than me, a degenerate I will never acknolwedge as a sentient being ever again. Worse than an animal, worse than a beast, you are nothing. You have no right to ever speak to me again.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You don't even know half of these people!&quot;

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">&quot;That is quite enough, Eyllisaearsithek.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;To see their deeds is enough to know them, they are allies of the traitors.. it was in the branch circulatory.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">One daily use of Cool Under Fire to take 10 to activate one device, done. Suddenly, the device in Gnogglebolt's hand sets off! But there's no explosion--instead, wires and ropes spring all around the hooded drow, entangling her! He tries to take the opportunity to make a run for it.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Man, this is getting heated.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">She shoots a glare at the Magus. &quot;Pardon me, but he's had that coming for a long time. And you are?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Except it was Altonor that was grappling you.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">She was assisting.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">Oh boy. You just entangled the daughter of the man with rage issues, who has a higher Grapple modifier than you.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">=3=

Glitch:<font color="#000000">No, altonor was the assiter, wasn't he?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Okay, altonor then


 * Thomas Lazarus stabs Miron's chest with a finger again. &quot;THE BRANCH CIRCULATORY.. IS PROPAGANDA.. THE REGIME.. IS CIRCULATING! The REAL TRAITORS.. are LYING.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 11 + 17 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &quot;CALM DOWN!&quot; &gt;:|

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And Tathi, I can't imagine anyone but your dick with feet that'd ever apply for the privileg-&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Altonor then, not Hooded. I misunderstood.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;SAY THE REAL TRAITORS!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm not as stupid or murderous when mad as you think I am, by the way! Just a good actor!&quot; Gnogglebolt says as he runs off.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of COURSE they are going to!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If I was, that would have been a bomb!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tom, you are an inquisitor.. you should think!&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 4 + 9 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Grapple -- and even if Gnogglebolt does manage to beat that...

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">BAMF.


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs darkly. &quot;What is it going to take for me to convey this to you?&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You haven't even SPOKEN to the local branch.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Grapple to escape: &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 1 + 1 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I have BEEN THINKING. I have BEEN HERE.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He's caught again.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;All you got is the line of shit fed to you by them.. these.. these drow and their bootlicking thralls.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyu are de vun who needs zumvun to tink for hyu!&quot; &gt;:E

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;No you don't.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The local branch just fielded a DEVIL,&quot; He points south, &quot;THAT devil, in fact, AND THREATENED TO ASSAULT THE TEMPLE OF PELOR IN THREE DAYS.&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;You all right, Ada?&quot; =3=;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Civilians are getting hung wantonly!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And him! Tathi's illustrious father who's in this solely because of fucking land politics!&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">The hound, amidst all the yelling, comes up and sniffs at the magus. Who's you? :O

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt whips out another. Second and last Daily Use of Cool Under fire.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(and last of the two nets)

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What a fucking hero, better men were hung by the dozen in my times.&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 4 + 12 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Reflex save!

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Gnogglebolt is so about to be pinned. XP


 * Thomas Lazarus looks aside to Gradia and glares.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was quite obvious that the local branch, walking around with devils in charge of their groups, and attacking celestials in the temple of pelor...are not to be trusted. It was obvious some of them were even unhappy following their orders. though they still did, rating them as only slightly above you because of it. at least they had a concious to tell them it was wrong.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Entangled and immobilized.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't worry! It doesn't last forever! You can hack yourselves out of it!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gradia, tell him...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Have you been hearing this?&quot; His look is venemous.

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">BAMF. Not for long.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt runs off--

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 13 + 9 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Grapple! &gt;:E

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What in Garl's name?!&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Aelian glances aside at Gamal. &quot;You really are the voice of reason, aren't you?&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;'''YOU. SIT. THE FUCK. DOWN.'''&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have I not just demonstrated I'm not actually going to hurt anyone you stupid drow?!&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Hey.. Sszeyl? Could you do me a favor?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;LET! ME! GO!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I need to be in there!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;What's the favor?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't stop the half-elf who's waving his bow around, will you?!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gotta pick on me!&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right now, you need to be out here.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tom.. we need to sort out this mess, but alongside traitors and anarchists, all that'll breed is chaos and treason.'

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;If uppity lady there tries to cast a spell? Grapple the ever loving hell out of her, please.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The half-elf's gonna shoot someone!&quot;


 * Tomiko Lazarus has lost her fiery aura from before, and is presently just looking around at the chaos in vexation. &quot;...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus grits his teeth.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We ALL need to be in there you fool! Shael Vuk!&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone please calm down.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;For the last fucking time...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This... this shouldn't be happening. You .. we talked about this for fuck's sake, before I got reassigned.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;She has made no move to, so the request doesn't need to be asked. But you can always ask her directly not to cast a spell.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;What I am hearing is highly vexing. My trusted friend, a traitor? Never. Devils in command of the Yoriver Mace? Never.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus gets in Miron's face. &quot;They're heroes. They're helping us. They're good people.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Hence my asking about this thrall.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Iz true, Gradia.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gradia.. you.. please.. not you.. haven't you read the letter?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;If she can be revived and made to answer questions, she can provide testimony.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Well, possibly.. but given the way they're acting as of late? I'm not exactly willing to give that a try.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What more do you need to hear? A devil telepathically commanded inquisitors right here.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which letter?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lyle Petersen is the right hand of Roy Stanford, the hextorian heresiarch.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mayb you've been corrupted as well. Everything I've heard of Braxton Falls makes it seem the exact kind of place devils would love to run.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The.. the damn circulatory that Yoriver's branch has sent out.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;With the names and descriptions&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Impossible. Lyle Petersen is a Boccobite, and has been thoroughly investigated due to his craft. He is no Hextorian.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Regardless, Aelian unnocks the arrow, and heads over to Tathi. &quot;C'mon, let's head outside and let them sort this.&quot; He glances over at Raerarael. &quot;If you'd like to come too, sir?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus facepalms. &quot;And what if they're the corrupt ones?!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt tries to escape again: &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 16 + 1 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 1 + 9 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But.. It was written there .. , I don't know him, but I know the letter wasn't a fake. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I checked it like I check all correspondence.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt runs, while pulling another device from his bandolier.

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot; Shit. FIREBOMB INBOUND!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You're not even considering the possibility that you've been duped! That the majority of the government office here is compromised! And if it was not..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell, it had the seal of Charles Whitaker..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Then why--&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Hrmph. Fine. Want to come to, Sir.. Vi was it?&quot; She asks the Magus.


 * Thomas Lazarus snaps his attention north.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Firebomb -- ?!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyu do know he's nefer goink to listen, right Tomas?&quot; =3=

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Wait what-&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why would the branch commander...&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think we need to mop up soon, and get out of here before reinforcements arrive.&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 17 + 9 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Yoink.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Nobody move!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt runs around the corner, out of breath. &quot;Finally!&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">I have a chickenizer-gun!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; What in the world..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Someone the high command has vouched for..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">At the yoink, he suddenly claps his hand over his eyes while he activates the third device in his hands: Use Tech Device: &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 19 + 18 = 37&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Can I make a reflex save to shoot it out of his hands? =3=


 * Thomas Lazarus glares at Miron. &quot;The high command has requested Castleton branch to investigate confirmed accounts of corruption here, brother Miron. And we are here. With inquisitor Berilan. And we have found the corruption.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">FLASH! Make a DC 14 fortitude save, Hooded.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">Stupid entanglement. &gt;:E How do you get out of this again?

Altonor:<font color="#000000">... oh wait. I know.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">DID SOMEONE SAY ENTANGLE

Altonor:<font color="#000000">Mountain... *w*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And it is not 'the traitors' you were told about. It is the ones who did the telling. Count Montclaire and the Mace branch commander. Do you understand?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Even if you make the save, Hooded, you are Dazzled for one round.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed... but the corruption is who you are allying with... Roy Stanford was known to be Altonor's friend..&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">|D

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">if you fail the fort save, you are Dazed for one round.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">HAMMER! &gt;:E

Altonor:<font color="#000000">There. |D

VAE:<font color="#000000">Who ,everyone?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron too?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">No, just Hooded.

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 4 + 8 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt tossed the thing in her face

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Dazed!

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;What the hell is going on out there..&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;AAGH! Dirty son of a bitch --&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt finally stmps back into place.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Gnogglebolt, what did you do?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">What's grapple again? Just Strength?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tom, that's why we need to speak with the commander as soon as possible...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He gives a soldi :| in Hooded's direction. When her eyes clear, his blunderbuss is up, though it doesn't look like he wants to shoot it.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't do that again. Please.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;So because the one named is a friend of altonors, He must be corrupted? You are the most bigoted person alive, and should never of been allowed any power over anyone else. If you cannot look past your insane bigotry, you are just serving the devils here.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not... raise even more hell than this place has become.. not alongside traitors.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm not as stupid or murderous as you think I am.&quot;


 * Hooded Drow doesn't even react to the blunderbuss. BAMF.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;GYAH!&quot;Gnogglebolt runs again.

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;MOVE YOUR DOGS!&quot; &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 7 + 9 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Grapple!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;''Knock it off! I'm not gonna shoot anyone yet!&quot;''

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">YIPE.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Grapple escape: &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 6 + 1 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Yet being the key word.

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;Boy, you're trying to run from a Shadow Hand adept, what the hell are you thinking?&quot; =3=;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;ALTONOR DOES NOT DESERVE HIS CRIMINAL CHARGES!!&quot; He practically snarls. &quot;What is wrong with you?! Were.. were you here two minutes ago when four phalanxes of Baatezu attacked us?! How about when they fired into the temple of light six hours ago?! How about -- when I met Lyle Peterson and his 'traitor commander' earlier today and confirmed they're free of fiend-taint and heresy?!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;LET ME JUST WATCH AT LEAST!&quot;

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

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;ENOUGH.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt chucks his blunderbuss in Hooded's face.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know there are spells that can foul divinatory magic.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 2 + 10 = 12&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Reflex...

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Lazarus. You make bold claims. Where is your evidence?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go help Alt! Just cut the wires, they cut easy enough!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If anyone, a malconvoker would know them.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Bleh, sunnofa two. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Leave me alone!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;NEVER MIND SOMEONE THAT HAS HID FROM THE SIGHT OF THE LOCAL COMMANDER AND PRETENDED TO BE HIS TRUSTED LIEUTENANT FOR YEARS.&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 17 + 12 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Reflex save after the blunderbuss is tossed.


 * Thomas Lazarus looks back and glowers. &quot;My evidence is personal investigation, and the alleged traitors sharing refuge with angels.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Show us.&quot;

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


 * Thomas Lazarus looks at Miron. &quot;I am taking you to Anise.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You gonna let me go now, stupid drow?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Maybe you will hear her.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I gave you my qweapon! Can't hurt anyone now!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Garl's Gold!&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tomi kind of gives Raerarael this sideways glance with slowly climbing eyebrows. &quot;...&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">A drow appears, covered in ripped wires. =w=;


 * Shankfang the Deffrider picks up the blunderbuss.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe.. if anything she has a head hard enough not to have kale rammed up there&quot;


 * Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek looks back. &quot;.... I don't know either, Tomi. I don't know.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus shudders and facepalms as he tries to catch his breath.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy tink Hy vill hold onto dis for know.&quot; =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You do that, Shankfang!&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Hmmmm... anyone know a good pair of eye lenses or goggles on or over the eyes for a ranger at about 2500 gold?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt tries to move away from Hooded.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Sadly, no

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Not I.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Catseye Goggles. :U

VAE:<font color="#000000">you know how horrid I am with equipment picking.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Where? :U

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">But consider the Third Eye: Dampening.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">er, pardon me. Catseye Ultra-Goggles.

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're practically shaking. I'm trying to give you time to cool off, you idiot -- even if you did try to blind me.&quot; &gt;:|

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just stop touching me.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy em sorry about him, miss. He kan be a handful. Let me handle him.&quot; =3=

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Amazing timing? How?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't have m gun anymore. Get off me.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go bother the half-elf who's gonna shoot someone with his bow.&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't see any arrows nocked. Do you?&quot;


 * Shankfang the Deffrider gives Gnogglebolt a thwap.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*approaches Gradia as if to say something, then freezes in place*

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">After a few moments of calming down, Tom looks up and raises a hand again. His last shot of Cure Light Wounds, Mass goes out for the day. &#171; &#160;1d8+11 = 7 + 11 = 18&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; healing for all those injured.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(Lia, Ghost -did- say Aelian had nocked arrows and was pointing them at Gradia. &gt;.&gt;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Including Braxtons?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(He might have since retracted that, but it was there.)

RAM:<font color="#990000">He unnocked them.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Uh, no, he stopped.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Aelian unnocked his arrows.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Very well. But he was doing it. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Indeed.. though Miron would have prob'ly wracked him if he shot.

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look. See?&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">And then Shankfang would have shot Miron.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Like he'd have cared.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good, so you have no reason to touch me because my weapon isn't up. Go away.&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;No arrows. No tubes. No flashy things.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt's glaring back at Miron and Gradia.

VAE:<font color="#000000">He's *not* letting Gradia come to harm, even if it puts him at a risk

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;Kord's blades you're a stubborn git.&quot; :|

VAE:<font color="#000000">especially when his nerves are as strained as now


 * Thomas Lazarus rubs the bridge of his nose. &quot;..Fine.. okay.. first I am bringing Anise to you, so you can hear the full story from somebody you trust.&quot;

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Masabel, be nice.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">MIC, Meany?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom approaches Lucina.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Just have them fuck and get it over with already. =3=

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Ahhh, that's pretty good. Thanks Meany.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt is rather angrily doing something to his wrench. He's going over it with a dowel and some other tools, like he's trying to fix it to keep his mind occupied.


 * Thomas Lazarus gives the unconscious summoner a stare with illuminated eyes. Detect Evil a-go.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What we'll do with her?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Now. Raerarael, was it?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">the wrench that cna fire a shot?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That depends on if she's possessed or not.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I hope you have a nice hidden bolt-hold we can get to, quicklike.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can pick her up if you have run out of spells... and I still have that potion of truth.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do any mages have any ways of preventing us from getting tracked?&quot;

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: Strong evil aura.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Wait.&quot; He kneels down and checks the body. Most notably, for amulets and headbands.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Actually, Gnogglebolt, if you'll remember.. Sheythsanthi was pretty much inviting us to his place.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Truth is theone thing this day is completely lacking&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">She looks over at her father. &quot;The old.. I guess the human term is Sheriff? He's here.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang can do the time-honored gunman method of exorcism!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We need to get out of here fast. No way all those fireworks were missed. Reinforcements will be coming soon.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Commisar method of exorcism, you mean

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;And he was ticked about the fiend in the temple. I'm pretty sure he's still his same old, stupid self.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">...Which closely resembles putting a bullet between her eyes. :B

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: There's an amulet, and a headband, yes.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Lasgun to the temple

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom narrows his eyes.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And as for you, Braxton fools.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks aside. &quot;This woman is possessed.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Her evil aura is staggering.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;She needs help.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Ooh, ooh!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You try and follow us, I'll be tempted to make sure you're reunited with your fiend-loving so-called comrades. I'm sure they would love to chat with you.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Let me exorcise her!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Bring her with us then, Thomas.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Possession, as well...?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That explains the attack on us..&quot;

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


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs. &quot; Probably..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">What is her amulet of, perchance, Lia?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vy is dere alvways a but?&quot; =3=

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

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Ghostwish, yes.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tom.. do you know how to deal with it..?&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">You would need to identify it. It looks like a small shield on a silver chain.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tom checked her for amulet/headband. He's basically trying to deduce, 'is she a cleric of an evil god, or possessed.'

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Next call.. vest. I'm no good at these misc magic items. Same criteria as before. XP

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron has huge religion skill

VAE:<font color="#000000">mention it to him, hell

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Bolt shirt. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Nice teleportation item. :3 ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">A bit too pricey

RAM:<font color="#990000">Iron Heart Vest.

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">&quot;If I may. How did you get here?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I can attempt an exorcism, yes. Under better circumstances than what I'm willing to attempt here. ... But if she is a true agent of Hextor, my sight can't tell the difference.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Rolling Knowledge Religion on the shield amulet, in case it's a holy symbol. :o

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 6 + 10 = 16&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Knowledge Religion check.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is there a way I can help..?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I .. . still have a couple spells left.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- the Kordites! We need to let the Kordites know about the --&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't know.. maybe.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;You are not leaving out company until we have reviewed the evidence, criminal.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sszeyl, what are you staring at?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Yes he is.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I'm just holding the girl so Tom can look at her.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, he is, you foolish Cuthbertine.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Yes he is.&quot; Tathi repeats.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He better not be.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He is under our custody.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;No, he iz vit us.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Try und schtop us, Hy dare hyu.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Come on, let's go. Maybe we can head to Sheythsanthi's place later.&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">... I'll be. There is a holy symbol etched onto the amulet... but it's Heironean.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You no longer have any authority here. Your word means nothing. I '''spit on your badge. Your power here is what we say it is.&quot;'''


 * Thomas Lazarus clamps his eyes shut.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Not at present. He is currently free to move. Until you have him locked down he's still free.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey!&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's have a compromise, then.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Altonor's coming with us, and you aren't.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Oh, she's Heronean.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas rounds on his heel and looses a thunderous shout of, &quot;' ENOUGH!!! '&quot; As the sound bounces off the walls, he draws a few haggard breaths through clenched teeth.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then you better try to stand by your word, shael vuk&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone -- &quot; :.

* Thomas Lazarus points at Altonor. &quot;Help me out here!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Assume Miron said it before Tom

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

* Shankfang the Deffrider rubs his ear. &quot;Not bad.&quot; :.

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

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot; Ow my ears.. &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I am sick of fighting with my friends; this woman needs help, this CITY needs help, and WE need to work together!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So just quit it!&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm trying to!&quot; &gt;:\ &quot;Listen. Your 'evidence' is at the temple of Pelor, right? It just so happens I was headed that way, too. Let's all head there in one group.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Including the inquisitors.&quot;

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

</i> Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;One minute. Let me put on my face.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gradia? ... that. that sounds sensible.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances at Thomas. &quot;I can not trust Miron again. Maybe someday, but not today.&quot;

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">&quot;One moment, if you will. How did you come here?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will not be any position that will allow him to hurt me again.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Like I'd care for your trust, thrall.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;'''Never. Again.&quot;'''

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Fine. I don't blame you. But today we are working in harmony.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Face on.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Now let's prepare to move.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Agreed... criminal.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you won't let them. would you allow thomas's sister to go alert the kordites?&quot;

* Drow Magus clears his throat. &quot;Excuse me.&quot;

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did you come here aboveground, or below?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt'

* Tomiko Lazarus just looks impressed. She doesn't intrude in the personal matters of the dysfunctional Guardians.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You have been licking at their boots ever since we met that rat holed up under a false face..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">s still bleeding from Miron's earlier attack.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">No he isn't. Thomas healed everybody.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">It wasn't enough

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He did the mass-heal, but it wasn't enough.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He did a second one. x3

Miron:<font color="#000000">So is miron, actually.. the healing wasn't quite enough to deal with having a blunderbuss blast you point-blank

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Yeah.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It surely got lost in commotion.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">When? When Gnogglebolt was pulled outside? :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Still missed him.

RAM:<font color="#990000">No, after he got back. =3=

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">:27 lagcheck...? =3=;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just be healed. Hand-wavey coup de grace no-overhead style. :P

RAM:<font color="#990000">:27

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">:27 at :27. =3=

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">So...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">I like that he's still bleeding, though. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">More dramatic.

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

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did you come here aboveground or below?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Well, in Miron's case, it at least aren't deep wounds anymore.

* Gamal-Junayd still isn't full either but it's not the time to complain

Glitch:<font color="#000000">who the hell's drow magus talking to&gt;?

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whichever way you came is likely going to be watched.&quot;

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">It's a general open question. =3=

* Thomas Lazarus blinks aside and runs a hand through his hair.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances at the magus. &quot;Ix-nay. Not in front of them.&quot; He jabs a thumb at the Braxtons.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot; Sorry, Kep. &quot;

Kep'salion:<font color="#000000">Snort! &gt;:\

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...Underground. We were intercepted by a band of Baatezu. An Erinyes teleported away from us and no doubt reported our position at the time.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thalinde. That's the name of that cursed, wretched town.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot; Promise I'll take you out for a flight tomorrow. &quot;

Kep'salion:<font color="#000000">Nudge. &gt;:\

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">&quot;My apologies. I meant more recently. How did you arrive in this present location?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Streets.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Can't find that vest Ram suggested. Any more suggestions?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...We just walked through the streets.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;We walked.&quot;

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Underground it is. I'll alert our scout.&quot;

Drow Magus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Excuse me, Lady Eyllisaearsithek, Lady Lazarus.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus peers at Altonor. &quot;..So.. what was that you were about to say about the Kordites?&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">It's in Book of Nine Swords.

* Tomiko Lazarus doesn't obstruct the strange Drow that knows her name. *famous feeling =w=*

Miron:<font color="#000000">In the meantime, Miron looks at Lucina, looking for anything that could hint at what sort of possession has taken root in her soul. &#171; &#160;1d20+21 = 14 + 21 = 35&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Knowledge Religion I assume

Lucina:<font color="#000000">Hard to tell when she's unconscious. ^^;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I don't think a K check is gonna cut it.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well, included the symbols on her

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack, I'm sorry. I need to go take care of the spaniels before it gets too dark. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Is there anything there shouldn't be?

RAM:<font color="#990000">A valient effort, though!

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Yes?&quot;

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...time to your return, Lia?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Except for the devil inside of course.

* Thomas Lazarus sighs. &quot;--I could have exorcised her effectively, but I used that spell to heal us from our ...battle.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Could we pause for a little while? ^^;;;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I'll finish off my post for Headwings stuff.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Indeed. All stop, but ETR?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">About an hour. Rassafrassin' middle of nowhere commute. ^^;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Noted.

RAM:<font color="#990000">&gt;: Liatai:<font color="#000000">Could be shorter. I'll try to be back ASAP.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I might be able to help her today regardless. I know another technique. But we should do it in the temple. Where the archons can safeguard us on consecrated ground.&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">And I repeat for later -he's searching through for symbols, skin anomalies, whatever visible without completely de-dressu

RAM:<font color="#990000">Drive careful!

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Guess we're pausing. =w=;

VAE:<font color="#000000">That we are.

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">BONDING!

RAM:<font color="#990000">Stripped of life, alone In the midst of something that I Want to play with your evil inside

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d10 = 3&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 34&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 6&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh, and RAM. The problem with Miron and Gradia banging would be that she's married to her job, and he'd be terrified to suggest such things to his superior officer. Maybe if he ever gets senior inquisitor status.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Well then...

* Glitch goes to knock about some OgreBattle

* VAE goes boil tea, first of all

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Don't bother. Ram's conceptualization of relationships is that characters do or do not bang. :B *bricked*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Miron, Gradia, just fuck and get it over with! :B

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Imma skyrim.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Steam message me when someone needs to be punched.

RAM:<font color="#990000">No no no, you got it all wronk Doktor.

RAM:<font color="#990000">It's *C4'd*

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

* RAM doesn't use bricks.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well, RAM is doing that in a typical ork way.

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

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Except Hatari has DR/Brick.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">What about C4 bricks?

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">They breed by spores

RAM:<font color="#990000">C4 doesn't come in bricks.

RAM:<font color="#990000">C4 comes in blocks.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">ghost, text me when games back on, wil be away form keyboard

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Hrmm.. Iron Heart manuver up to third level.

* Dr. Hatari assumes are you serious memeface.

RAM:<font color="#990000">And C4 overcomes DR through sheer explosive force.

VAE:<font color="#000000">C4 has high brisance. Explosive force sucks

VAE:<font color="#000000">TNT does better for force IIRC

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ghost: Are you just grabbing any random magic item to fill every slot? :P

RAM:<font color="#990000">Eh, depends on what you're doing.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Nope. Ranger, roughly 2500 per item.

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">TNT has power over brisance, so it pushes.

VAE:<font color="#000000">*nod*

VAE:<font color="#000000">That's what I tend to understand by explosive force

RAM:<font color="#990000">C4 has brisance over power, so it shatters the fuck outta things.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The only iron heart technique Aelian could possibly have a use for would be Iron Heart Surge.

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

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And you will forget to use it.

VAE:<font color="#000000">you could be right actually

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Shaddup. XP

VAE:<font color="#000000">Brisance is the gradient of energy release

RAM:<font color="#990000">C4 -does- have more explosive force than TNT.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You know I'm right.

VAE:<font color="#000000">and energy is integral of force

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Shaddup!! XP

VAE:<font color="#000000">It has more force prob'ly.

VAE:<font color="#000000">anyways, I'm ff to post

VAE:<font color="#000000">and you two could perhaps have a look at ABtP

* RAM can't say specifics, but C4 does have more explosive force than TNT, power vs brisance nonwithstanding.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I always see that acronym and wrongly thing you're talking about All Points Bulletin.

VAE:<font color="#000000">and RAM, just a note of warning - given that the mud thing is semi-liquid, the resonance won't work entirely as well due to damping. It still did a fuckton of damage, but still.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Auuuugh. Belt. |(

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Which seemed so awesome in development.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Then, it went free to play.

VAE:<font color="#000000">anyways y'gits. VAE minimizes the window

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I check its steam page,all like, &quot;Oh boy oh boy this looked awes--&quot;*sees metascore 56*&quot;--NOPE.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Fastest retail --&gt; F2P transition in history, or so I hear.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well, all told, that scene went down with a lot less violence and chaos than I anticipated.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Bracers.. Everything is so expensive. |(

* Dr. Hatari reviews log for invariably missed lines.

* RAM was hoping for violence, honestly.

* Shankfang the Deffrider thwapped Miron and Gnoggle, but I think it was either missed or ignored. &gt;: Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You always hope for violence. :P

RAM:<font color="#990000">Violence is the answer!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You're in the wrong campaign. Bigtime. :P

RAM:<font color="#990000">Violence is always the answer!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Violence is never the answer! &gt;:O Unless, like, the question is 'how to beat people up'. Then I guess, yeah..

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Violence is always the answer you damn goody-goody! &gt;:O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">What're you getting Terri for her birthday? :T

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Trick question

</i> we haven't installed the killable children patch! She's immune to violence!! *bricked away*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">When is her birfday? :.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Nah, I wouldn't do that to Terri.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I'd give her a weapon and let her make violence! \o/

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Then I was right! \o/

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And thus, violence is again the answer!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;:O I'M GETTING YOU A CURSED SHIRT FOR YOURS.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">WILL SAVE TO NOT PUT ON. &gt;:O

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">That's just mean! ;~;

* Dr. Hatari afks. :B

* Shankfang the Deffrider burns the shirt!

* Ghostwish starts... THE INSTALL.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">My favorite part of the log so far would have to be when I accidentally squicked out tech and Lia with the termites story.

* Dr. Hatari is bricked.

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Guess I'll go get an early supper. bbl!

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">We have like, 30 minutes left?

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">hey hatari rules man. Quick question.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">That weird flash step that Hooded was doing--that's limited times per day, right?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Or is it warlock shoot-all-day shenannigans?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Indeed, hatari

VAE:<font color="#000000">with skills like that, you should write for the Foundation

* Glitch does not know the rules for 'maneuvers' and 'tome' stuff.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Actually, what she probably did is part of Swordsage ability set. They can reset one specific maneuver they've expended with a full-round action of devoted recuperation. Or once per encounter, if it was granted via an item.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Nor do I really want to know. I kinda disparage that system entirely because I was severely turned away from it becuase of some insufferable assholes who lived by it years ago. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So less often than a warlock. More often than a per day.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">.....that

Glitch:<font color="#000000">that's -really- weird.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I don't blame you.

* RAM prefers the Warblade style.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well, it's just how their system works. Their abilities are almost at-will. Almost. But it does take some actions to recover them. You can't just back-to-back Warlock spam them.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">So there's no 'hard' limit of how many times they can do it, given recuperation?

RAM:<font color="#990000">Use all your maneuvers.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Punch someone in the face.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Get them all back. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">No, they can sit down and do it many times per day, if they're for some reason inclined to run a gauntlet, or, I don't know, punch through a vault door for ten minutes.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">That's quite....something. I don't know what word to give it. :B But thanks.

* Glitch returns to OgreBattle

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's just their system. It's less than warlocks, and full-casters are still gods. Don't gawk. :P

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas won't even have to pay an XP cost for the divine analogue of Wish when we hit 17. =w=;

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">MEANWHILE TATHI COMMANDS THE SKY AND THE LAND AND THE STARS AND - naw, she's more likely to summon like 1,600 pixies to invade zairith's house.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">wait, how will Thomas be able to waive the EXP cost of Miracle?

VAE:<font color="#000000">why'd he need to cast miracle?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">He said he won't have to pay the EXP cost for 'the divine analogue of Wish&quot;, which is Miracle.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Isn't that a far higher level spell

VAE:<font color="#000000">like, 8 or so?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Read up, danman. The line is -right there-. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Miracle's default use doesn't have an XP cost. That's vanilla. Greater, planet-sweeping major uses of Miracles incur the XP cost. Wish-like uses incur zero.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/miracle.htm

Glitch:<font color="#000000">these are the non-EXP cost powers of Miracle: Glitch:<font color="#000000">A miracle can do any of the following things. &#1; Duplicate any cleric spell of 8th level or lower (including spells to which you have access because of your domains). &#1; Duplicate any other spell of 7th level or lower. &#1; Undo the harmful effects of certain spells, such as feeblemind or insanity. &#1; Have any effect whose power level is in line with the above effects.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">which isn't even -worth- casting at all. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Well, barely, if you don't already have whatever spell you want

* Dr. Hatari raises brow.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Have any effect whose power level is in line with the above effects.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That is the effect of Wish.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">That is, just cast some other alternative spell.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Not -that- impressive.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Or a creative effect.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">A creative effect equivalent to those spell levels.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Being able to cast any spell ever is what artificers can already do.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Or 'create any effect in line with a spell'.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Also artificers.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I hardly see anything monumental about this. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Artificers are the most powerful class in the game, and Miracle lets you do anything short of duplicating the power level of other level 9 spells. Or, if you foot XP, you can just sweepingly major change the entire campaign setting.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">No, the monumental effects are the ones that -do- incurr EXP cost. Now those are impressive.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">If you do not see these things, you are, as is pretty much documented, an uncreative linear thinker who underutilizes your class tools. :P

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">If you cannot fathom a custom effect equivalent to a level 8 spell in power, you're made of fail as an inventor, yo.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You could wipe out a city with one use of that.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">A custom effect equivalent to an 8th level spell still means no effect -greater- than an 8th level spell.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I see little actually impressive about that.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Anyone can invent a new spell with a check,.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Not exactly special.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Your lack of knowledge of level 8 effects is not my problem. ^_^

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Anyone can still invent their own spell with a check.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Still not special.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And weeks of dedication.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">As opposed to a standard action.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Yeah, sure. The miracle just makes it on-demand. So it's faster, big deal.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The window of opportunity difference, i.e., response time, means a big deal. 2/10 trolling, tech. I know you're not this dumb. :P

Glitch:<font color="#000000">it's nothing -unique- is what I'm saying.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">It's nothing that can't be done through other means.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Therefore: nothing monumentally special.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh hello :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">40-minute there and back drive.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">SHE TOLD ME THE WRONG DAY. &gt;:E

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Your agument is that magicians can research anything, so nothing is special. XP

Glitch:<font color="#000000">@_@

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Lia; ouch. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Having miracles on demand is special. You're Mironing.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Lia is here?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">LiaBack

VAE:<font color="#000000">And oh bastet.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Is Mironing a word now?

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh Bastet.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I don't know whether to be proud or horrified

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Be horrified. That's more fun. :U

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mironing - flattening heretics and removing their wrinkles and giving them nice clean crisp creases. *BRICK'D*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Willful disbelief of blatant truths in front of your face. Mironing. :B

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

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Nice to knoq you all steam messaged me when she was back. :v

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">know too.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I only just got back, Meany. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's been 30 seconds. =w=;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">EXCUSES.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Texted Railock

GM:<font color="#000000">In the meantime, Miron, you can't exactly judge what kind of possession is going on here, but you sure can identify the symbol on the necklace. What would one of Heironeous' lot be doing with Hextorian devils? This smacks of some kind of hefty coercion.

VAE:<font color="#000000">K. Imma finish my post, a few lines more, and then join in.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">In Skyrim news, I'm marrying Jenassa. :v

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Lucia is going to have such a childhood with me and her as parents.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">wakka wakka waaaaaugh! and attack everyone now that people are back

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;STAB THAT TIGER. STAB IT MORE. GO FOR THE EYES.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot; I know I said tonight, but things change -- &quot; Pegasus-nudged again. &quot; Just go rest and heal up. I'll be okay. &quot;

Kep'salion:<font color="#000000">The winged horse gives one final snort, and vanishes with a small sparkle in the air.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Who'd you bring along as your scout?&quot;

You whisper to Ghostwish: Shalae's name? :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That would be miss Swallowtail.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not you.&quot;

Ghostwish whispers: Firaira :3

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;Remember Firaira?&quot;

* Altonor makes a bit of a strange face. &quot;... How'd you get her to come up here?&quot;

Hooded Drow:<font color="#000000">&quot;I didn't, so I don't know.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">I read that as Firari.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">And pictured a sports car dungeon crawling.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">As a rogue.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ferrari + dungeon... lolwut.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Cars, the d20 edition?

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Cars d20.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Project Gotham Racing: Underground edition!

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Present.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">*BURP* Love me some Sonic.

* Gamal-Junayd shoves red hot pokers in braxton falls peoples eyes

* Gnogglebolt cheers

VAE:<font color="#000000">Present, I just posted

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh man, that RP is looking hillarious

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

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Shazam.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Sleepy, but here. :B

* Dr. Hatari returns from backlogland.

You whisper to Ghostwish: Ready to bring in Shalae? :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Mah left headphone is dying. |T

* RAM applies C4.

Ghostwish whispers: NEVER. XP

RAM:<font color="#990000">Fixed it!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">=3=

Tokens dropped onto map 'Yoriver - Gates'GM:<font color="#000000">I don't suppose anyone did looting?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;She... that definitely *is* a symbol of Heironeous she's got on her. I don't know what happened... but if we can exorcise her...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Yo.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nobody would dare

Tokens dropped onto map 'Yoriver - Gates'Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Ololol.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">No seriously.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Yes, I did.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I decided to be nice and not bother you about noms or XP or loot yet. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">one suspicious move could get you shot r cursed

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">OH JEEZ NOMS. DX

* Shankfang the Deffrider loots!

Ghostwish whispers: Done. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Yeah. *dons shades*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">You were busy having a debate.

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

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

GM:<font color="#000000">On the erinyes...

GM:<font color="#000000">50 feet of infernal silk rope +1 flaming composite longbow (+5 Strength bonus) Necklace of Fireballs type VI Ring of Protection +1 Gloves of Dexterity +2 +1 longsword

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">infernal silk?

GM:<font color="#000000">It's silk, but it belonged to a devil.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Tom for FOR FUCK'S SAKE BEHAVE

GM:<font color="#000000">Ack wait no we're not doing noms yet! DX

VAE:<font color="#000000">Someone just tole me we are

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I can use the bow with my str score...

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">But I'm not proficient. =3=;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">The items are put into bag of holding for eventual liquidation.

GM:<font color="#000000">You can get at least 14 plain ol' glaives off the bearded devils, too. Anyone looting the summoner, or leaving the gear on?

* Dr. Hatari saves.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Leaving it on, I think

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Leaving it on.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">She's definitely having her magic items stripped now that she's our prisoner, hostile, possessed, etcetera.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">But...but loot! D: VAE:<font color="#000000">She needs help, and not waking up nude on an altar is helpful

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You two are insane. &gt;.&gt;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">No one said anything about stripping her.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi's a tad weary of possibly possessive equipment.. but she's not about to leave it to the use of devils. Vote for take.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Magic items, yes, though she'd be restrained anyways.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I STRIP HER. *o* *bricked*

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Tom starts making out with her plain.

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

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Look Miron, this isn't Skyrim. People don't start running around in their whities when you take their armor.

VAE:<font color="#000000">In Arcanum, they do

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">isn't waking up naked in a strange place a good sign your life has not gone as it should and you need to rethink how you are doing things?

Lucina:<font color="#000000">Elemental Gem (fire) (2,250), Bracers of Armor +3 (9,000), Amulet of Natural Armor +1 (2000), Ring of Protection +1 (2,000), Masterwork quarterstaff (600), Wands - Charm Person (750), Invisibility (4,500), Web (4,500); Headband of Intellect +2 (4,000), Cloak of Charisma +2 (4,000); Potions - Cure Serious Wounds (750), Water Breathing (750), Misdirection (300), 600 GP

* Dr. Hatari saves.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Deposited.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Gamal,that's usually a sign to start screaming

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And her holy symbol!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Don't forget her un/holy symbol. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">Leave that one in place. It is holy

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The 'holy symbol' is the amulet of natural armor.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I allow her to keep her holy symbol of Heironious. =3=

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ah, well then.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh wait, it's loot. *Hataris it* =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt is such a hyena.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">That shouldn't have been impersonated. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">That are semi OOC thoughts.

VAE:<font color="#000000">you know the fun sort

VAE:<font color="#000000">Joke is a joke

VAE:<font color="#000000">much like that bike thing

Vi:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are we ready to move?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Some time after the possession scare and battle has concluded, Tomi glances across the way to Masabel and Altonor. &quot;...So~&quot;

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

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

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Introduce us to your friends, Alt?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt..meanwhile, does something odd with a long piece of string and his bandolier. Use Tech Device: &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 4 + 18 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Thomas Lazarus stands and dusts himself off with a weary sigh. &quot;..There'll be a safer place to try and excorcise this woman in the temple of light. Let's go.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*Looks at Gradia* &quot;Shall we?&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;How about once we get these Macers to where they're not gonna pin crimes on them for associating with me?&quot;

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

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=3=c &quot;..Sure..&quot; She treads carefully.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;We shall, inquisitor.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I say forget these three. Let them go off on their own, we'll go our own way.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Right. Let's get going.&quot;

* Gradia Thorngage snaps her fingers, and the summoner floats up on a disc of force.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Frankly, Gnogglebolt, they're too dangerous and thick-headed to be left on their own. They'd be possessed in minutes.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We're all going.&quot; He closes his eyes. &quot;Preferably.. quietly.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's go... Tom, Sszeyl, grab and lift her.&quot;

Vi:<font color="#000000">&quot;When you're all ready, the entrance is down here.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus helps move the woman onto le disc.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Ugh, sorry guys. I'm fading fast. Had a lot of manual labor work today.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">As the party starts to move, Gnogglebolt suddenly stands in Miron's path...with the 'wrench' pointed at him, and his hand on his bandolier. &quot;Ah ah ah. Where do you think you're going?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Sorry to hear that

RAM:<font color="#990000">This time difference is killing me. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's okay. Go rest.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Along with everyone, as ordered, thrall.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gnogglebolt, what the hell are you doing?&quot; =w=;

* Thomas Lazarus knits his brows. &quot;He needs to speak with Anise. The operations here need to resolve.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">I'm sorry I'm missing so much Akellon. I'm trying. &gt;: Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're all going to the temple. As a group. Put that thing away.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">I know the feeling

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Sorry =^.^;=

VAE:<font color="#000000">Sleep well ,at least

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll tell you what I'm not doing, Edaric, I'm not putting this man to my back again for him to shoot me again.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Then walk in the back.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;''He. Nearly. Killed. Me.&quot;''

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Bai.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is where I draw the line. This far, no further. There is no forgiveness for this. He crossed the line.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He just frowns without comment.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Have fun, guys. Gonna keep this up to skim later.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;He nearly killed me, too, but you don't see me pulling a gun on someone who was clearly confused.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And your dubious friend almost killed me back in Thalinde, never mind Inquisitor Geas.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Let's not forget me.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then you, gnogglebolt, come with me, and we'll stay in back, and we can watch them together, and as long as they don't do anything similar...we can get going and deal with other issues.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will not allow him to be in sight of me at all, now that he's proven himself capable of killing us.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Never mind this whole web of treachery you and Tathi have wrought with him.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Friendly fire happened. We know.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Who hasn't been listening to the Dragon quoting the exact pounds per square inch that I'd need to crush each of your windpipes -just enough- that you'd remain conscious.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do I need to come back there and pick up some gnomes?&quot; =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Now let's shut up and get moving.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;''And don't you dare take a step towards me! I'm watching you!&quot;''

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If I did, I'd have to wipe off my boot.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus squints and resumes march.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot; Who's the paranoid one now? &quot; =3=;;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The miasma of a traitor to his kind.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Le march.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Edaric, after listening to his paranoia for so long, it's my turn. I'm entitled.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#000000">Follow Rin, and prepare the square!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron groups with the other Braxton inquisitors.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am travelling with you guys, but he will not be travelling with me.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Can you just please put the gun away? We don't need more friendly fire.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's time he was cast out. And what about you, Tathi? Weren't you too saying you were going to kill him, destroy the Mace?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus looks back at Gnogglebolt and ''glares. &quot;...&quot;''

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(er, danman, please move token back. Gnogglebolt would shoot otherwise. ^^; )

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nobody cares about you..besides, your pea-flinger doesn't worry me.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pardon me.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Are you trying to stir up more trouble? We have a duty to do.&quot;

* Altonor scoops up Gnogglebolt. =w=#

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;HEY! Back off, alt!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt swings his aim towards him the moment he takes a step closer.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">From the -other- end of the room, mind you.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're leaving.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're coming along.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">VAE! VAE! VAE! *punch!*

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">I posted.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's coming along.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">He just sort of pushed through, and joined the rest of his crew.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Danman, move token back? ^^;

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

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're all going along.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;So come along.&quot; =w=#

Glitch:<font color="#000000">He should have gotten by Gnogglebolt yet. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Where to, back?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;We can discuss removal of a guardian from our ranks, when we are not in the middle of a city controlled by devils. right now, can we please move on toi safety before more come? You and I can bring up the rear gnogglebolt, and make sure he doesn't do anything else stupid. &quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">And he's fully intent on joining with the rest of Braxtons.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">back where he was, on the outside of Gnogglebolt. Gnogglebolt is standing in front of him and actively blocking his path.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, it can take a while.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;....Fine. Very well, Gamal. As long as this is decicively taken care of.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">In the meantime, the gnome attempts to push through the mass of bodies filling the bloody stable...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">...Gnogglebolt, meanwhile, unhooks the string he had put across his bandolier.

Vi:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sorry, Firaira. We have some squabbling children up here.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(since that action's now gone, in case anyone was wondering; that UTD earlier was Gnogglebolt hooking up every one of his grenades to one fuse. A La joker genade-vest.)

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Terrorist gnome!

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">gyah, got called off

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Our squareness.. &gt;:O

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">reading up

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

Vi:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ready for us to come down?&quot;

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Do they have to come with you?&quot; Comes a dry tone..

* Tomiko Lazarus watches the gnomes with a scrutinous look. &quot;...&quot;

Vi:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, they need supervision.&quot;

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">A long drawn out sigh. &quot;Fine.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">Altonor seems to be carefully imposing himself between the warring shortfolk.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">WAR OF THE SHORTIES. THERE WERE NO SURVIVORS

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron watches Tomiko with suspicion, after feeling her look on himself. ''So this is Tom's sister.... Saint Cuthbert's mace on my head. ''

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">YOUR KNEECAPS ARE MIIIINE /Jansen

VAE:<font color="#000000">That said, Tom and Tomiko are now my favourite RPG siblings evr.

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Any devils catch up with you?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Where did you get that frakkin' icon even.

Vi:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right down here. There's a trap door.&quot; And the mage disappears below the counter.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mages, does anyone have a way to keep us from being 'scried' again?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It won't do us any good if they watch us go where we're going.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Though, I'm pretty sure I might be able to do something about it...&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;The longer you stand around yapping, the longer they have to scry on you.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">She strikes a remarkable resemblance with her twin. Well. Mostly. Even a passing glance at their outfits and stances is enough to know that they're almost opposites. Rough &amp; tumble criminal brawler, stately official public defender and magician.

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come on.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'd need time, though...&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">And the other drow ducks down under the counter.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt is walking and following, &quot;Didn't you listen? That's not good enough!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If they can watch us then, what fi they're watching us right now?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Moving faster won't do us any good!&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">there's a small army of them

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">There's a high elf down here, in stately traveler's gear, with stark blue hair and striking green eyes. She has a powerful bow strapped to her back, and the gleam of mithral is apparent even through the furs and leathers that make up her outfit.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyone magic-knowledgeable, is there any way to...I don't know, blind them to us? Make it so they can't look at us at all?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Tathi could sense it.&quot; He frowns. &quot;She's been warding us like that for a long time.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gradia? You have an..understanding of those spells..&quot;

* Vi turns around. &quot;Little maester, do you know who long it takes to cast a scrying spell?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But it didn't work, Thomas, they got through to us just before everything went wrong...&quot;

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">... but that's completely over-shadowed by the massive wolf appraising the party with gleaming eyes. It's larger than a horse by far, and looks like its teeth would give even Tomiko a bit of trouble.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A senior analyst, if anyone knows she's it.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, no I don't. The only parts about magic I know about are the parts that have...hurt me.&quot;

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">The elf is quiet, with an unreadable face for a moment.. and then she looks to the hooded drow. &quot;Do they always go on like this?&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;One hour, of... course... that is quite the large lupine.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd raises his weapons again, since he hasn't bothered sheathing them

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You do realize I kill wyverns for a living.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bloody hell... that's about the size of Linc!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What if they have more than one person who can do this 'scrying' thing?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do they?&quot; The hooded one looks back at Altonor.

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">It just growled, showing its teeth. Those teeth just arked with lightning.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gnogglebolt, nine women won't carry a kid in a month.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;They do. -- Hey! Draugrim!&quot; |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A spell takes a precise order of steps, much like your baubles.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">mutters under his breath &quot;Maybe we'l get lucky and it'll eat a few of the smaller problem people...&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">... VAE that is possibly the best argument against clusterfucking I have ever heard.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hahaahaha, thanks

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">I so wish I knew that when I was in the marines. That branches biggest weakness is the fact it LOVES clusterfucking.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--Alright, enough.&quot; She holds out a hand and knits her brow. &quot;Not to rock the boat anymore, but..&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">ahahah, it's old

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">The giant wolf relents, and snuffs loudly.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Who the hell are you people?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">from The Mythical Man-Month, I think

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;He shares my sentiments concerning this group.&quot; The high elf mutters.

VAE:<font color="#000000">A manager is a man thinking nine women will carry a kid in a month.

Vi:<font color="#000000">&quot;We, are Sun Raiders.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;They're friends of Altonor, clearly, and any friend of Altonor is a friend of mine. Up to a point.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh! More Sun Raiders!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Definitely friends, then.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Nice to meet you,&quot; flatly, with raised brow.

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

Vi:<font color="#000000">&quot;And you are the Vigilant Guardians, Leaden Mace, and various other groups and sundry. Now shall we?&quot; =3=

* Tomiko Lazarus gestures ahead.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, let us shall.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lead the way,.&quot;

Vi:<font color="#000000">&quot;We need to get to the Temple of Pelor, Firaira. Can you find the way?&quot;

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I am the Raider's representitive from the Vantir Refuge. I'm serving as their scout. And that's all you need to know concerning me.&quot; She says, and nods curtly to Vi. &quot;This way.&quot; She says, turning on her heel and heading off through the underground.

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">The wolf snuffs loudly again, and plods after the elf.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The small inquisitor scowls even harder

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You can knock the passive aggressive bullshit right out. I just got to meet what I can only guess was a five-way brawl where not a single damn one of us knew who was on whose side. You'll pardon me if I ask for any further introductions from armed strangers.&quot; &gt;:|

Miron:<font color="#000000">If a stare could kill....

* Tomiko Lazarus takes no sass from unknown outlaws.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">who was Tomiko talking to just now?

* Vi chuckles. &quot;Apologies, Lady Lazarus. Let's say for now, we're on your side. We'll have to see what out angry confused lawkeeper friends that a certain paladin has been harrassing say when they learn what's going on before we give out anything further.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It was a general notice in Viceth's direction.

Miron:<font color="#000000">One day... one beautiful day we'll drain this rotting boil from Akellon's face.

</i> Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">She seems more satisfied by his remark, and quiets down.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We are no friends of yours. We merely have common business.. at the moment.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*yours, or your kin

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">The elf remarks dryly, &quot;What, more would-be enemies, Vi? Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear you liked having daggers pointed at your back.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;''Miron, you cut it out right now. I've still got more things aimed at you than you know.&quot;''

* Thomas Lazarus glowers back at Miron. &quot; You don't even know him.&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why else would I choose an underground post? Certainly not the scenery,&quot; the magus jokes dryly back. |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That he's with them is all the knowledge in the world I need.&quot;

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">She laughs briefly. &quot;Too true. Too true.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">So, we're...walking, are we?

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I would ask what precisely has created such animosity, good inquisitor, but this is not the time. Onward!&quot;

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">We arrive when the DM dictates.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">We are. If walking angrily is a thing.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm sorry, being distracted ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I would rather not hear the imaginary reasons right now.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron could probably feed Taun and Owona clans all by himself.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">---and I -just- now noticed Ghostwish is playing this 'Fiaria&quot; as well.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">How are you playing all these NPCs???

VAE:<font color="#000000">he's got control

VAE:<font color="#000000">and they are on a visit

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes.&quot; Flatly. &quot;I'm tired of you just calling people criminals, traitors, heretics, murderers, and more without even having charges. You know what the world Zealotry means, 'brother'.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">and he's doing it well

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It just lead you into a Mace on Mace attack.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Yes thomas, only he would know the -world- of zealotry. |P

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hardly...unless the world has gone mad enough that someone made them inquisitors.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Which, considering how today has went wouldn't be all that surprising...

</i> Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You attacked me and a Mace-sanctioned force. Including your former charge of protection and escort.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And you, instead of investigating the branch in question, have made an alliance with...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;For what? To get Altonor?&quot; He glares over his shoulder.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Altonor is charged with trespass, resisting arrest on multiple counts, creating a mockery of the Leaden Mace, conspiracy, kidnapping on multiple counts, releasing prisoners from jail, and assault, inquisitor.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You shouldn't have been here... you shouldn't.. nobody planned for you being here.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We have been investigating. If you weren't guilty of zealotry you might've heard my last four declarations of that.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;If we may speak.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It won't do you any good, Thomas. It's been clearly evidenced by now that he won't listen to a word anyone says, even yours, if it doesn't fit with what he thinks.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus gestures in the air. &quot;You may as well.&quot; He continues walking. Killing time.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was meant to be a clean action... with just the three or four criminals and their cohorts.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nobody wanted it to end this way..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I didn't even know you or Swallowtail were in here until you shouted...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Miron, do you realize how many of our brothers and sisters don't even care about these people? Geas, even? I met him.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Their crimes are a joke.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt swings his head towards Gradia. &quot;You mean Altonor's guilty of pranking the Mace, releasing wrongfully imprisoned people, and rightfully dodging people too narrow-visioned to see he actually fights true monsters.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It.. Thanked be the high heavens that Anise wasn';t here.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We'll see her in the temple.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shut up, thrall. You are in no place to judge the rightfulness of anyone's sentence.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I am debating how much of this insanity to tell her.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;We have been recieving reports from Yoriver's branch of command, and recieved a request for assistance, to detain a known criminal and perhaps several others should they be present. By a surprise attack on the drow, and swift extraction, we were to remove a threat to the populace of Yoriver, and allow the branch to focus on the fiendish attacks more fully.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've still got grenades pointed at you.&quot; Gnogglebolt glares at Miron.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;In addition, we would finally be able to have him tried for his crimes.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Settle.&quot; He grumbles.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Recieving reports from Yoriver? Oh, lark.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You've been hoodwinked, lady.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And you don't have enough fact-checking in place to realize that.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You won't speak to our senior analyst in this way.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is what we have known. I had been in contact with my friend Lyle Petersen no less than five days ago, prepared to requisition a teleportation scroll.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*burning stare*

* Tomiko Lazarus pockets her hands and looks at her brother in annoyance. &quot;..You know.. I'm only here because Tommy asked me to come up here and try to stop devils from killing people. Whiiich I've been doing.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;... granted, wards have been preventing communication these past three days for some reason...&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Your adorable little laws and regulations and bounties don't really concern me; I've been doing the just thing.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gnogglebolt, final warning. If you want to hurt him, you'll have to go through me first.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;And likewise for anybody else looking to harm anyone else here.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You've got a good head on your shoulders, Miss Lazarus.&quot; Gnogglebolt says approvingly.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;For the reason that Lyle and others have betrayed us...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was in that letter.. . &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't know how to state it clearer.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We bought a scroll for summoning an angel from Lyle.&quot; Flatly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The letter was written by a fiend.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But.. it had the seal and everything.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A fiend whose agent we have with us; possessed.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I checked it for magicks of all kinds.. I always do.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus squints aside. &quot;The seal was probably on their desk.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Speaking of which. Thomas? I think we should get to using it as soon as possible, after we get back to the temple and take care of miss possesed over there.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's the danger of an infiltrated possession.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We really really need the help.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;I refuse to believe it. I have known Lyle Petersen for many years. He is a devout Boccobite, despite his... tastes. No Hextorian. He has been investigated fully and many times, to come away clean each time.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Such accusations demand an exceptional degree of proof.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;At this point, it can't get any worse, aside from everyone just dying left and right.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The high command requested this operation, Miron.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;They've been investigating for months.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I'm afraid all we have is soft proof. Witness testimonies, mostly.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have seen the paperwork. I have met the fellow. I do not believe he is a traitor to the Leaden Mace. But we shall have to see.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They did.. but I doubt they aimed you to immediately contact known traitors.&quot;

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Vi.. if all of our transports are this noisy? We may have to negotiate my contract.&quot; The elf remarks with a somewhat annoyed tone.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gradia.. who knows what sort of foul spell has the Lieutenant wrought with Altonor's aid perhaps...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You are taking their word, and demanding more ours. Plus observations all around you.&quot; He glares.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Why do you want them to be so innocent, so badly that you refuse to even consider that maybe I am not lying to you?&quot;

* Viceth actually bursts out laughing.

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- S -- sorry -- my apologies -- &quot; x3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Because they... Yes. Yoriver is a tough place.. buttheir commander was.. was chosen by the high command directly.&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;''Altonor? Spellcraft?''&quot; XD

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not the usual promotions process, like everywhere else.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus gives Viceth an annoyed look. &quot;What?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They just .. check and approve everyone else.. usually it's a senior, or a lieutenant when the old one retires or dies..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks to one of the leading drow. &quot; How much fruther?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I could shut some up. my blade's won't do any lasting harm to any of them.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">You're just about there.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Here.. they chose ... someone of enough skill and integrity to make sure that corruption is torn out before it can take root, as this place is.. a penal assignment for most.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Move over to Temple of Pelor!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That would be much appreciated indeed, Gamal. Would ensure I don't get shot again, even.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Brother, we are still investigating where this chain of infernal corruption began. The accounts of the Pelorite freedom fighters suggest it began with Count Montclaire. Whether he is corrupt genuinely or possessed by a wandering greater fiend is unclear.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But then the 'sanctioned summoners' began appearing.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Will you all stop talking about shooting each other.&quot; =w=###

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He points back to Lucina.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And .. they appear possessed indeed.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's a thing I can't place.. I mean... Eli's report said nothing about it..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Masquerading as Malconvokers, saying they are upholding justice, trying to route 'the traitors'.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Fielding small armies of fiends.. while possessed.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Could be a recent development, even.. or maybe we have met a traitor..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Looks like our marching order got flipped. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Are you still going to tell me they look like they're in the right?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We must question her as soon as possible.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It.. Once she's exorcised.. the potion will make her answer truthfully.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hullo, Anise, dwarf who's name escapes me still.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus squints. &quot;We'll see.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Boy, have we got a story for you&gt;&quot;

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

* Dr. Hatari area transitions~

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">You see two figures in steel masks and black cloaks... one of whom is very squat, and the mask doesn't even begin to hide the beard. =3=

Firaira whispers: hey where's my dorf. XP

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, you got their uniform as well? Interesting.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Get an archon in here, we got giant wolves!&quot;

You whisper to Ghostwish: He should be right beside Anise.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Pardon me.&quot; Thomas attempts to weave through the Drow and raise a hand. &quot;Sister, it's us.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We have some guests.&quot;

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">A ball of light squeezes under the door. It would be kind of comical if it wasn't an angel.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anise... In Cuthbert's name... so you really are here.&quot;

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">The wolf growls suddenly.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Get an archon in here anyway, just to clear things up

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Including a prisoner.&quot;

Draugrim whispers: Where is anise. |D

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Miron?! What the hell?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;By the way, Anise, tell the 'refugees' to stay out of sight for now.&quot;

VAE whispers: what's the other braxton inquisitor's name?

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;OCH.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where'd you come from?&quot;

VAE whispers: I keep forgetting

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt quickly, but reverantly bows to the archon.

You whisper to VAE: Because I never gave him one. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll tell you where he came from.&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;He popped in and attacked us all too.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;He popped in with magic, then nearly killed us all trying to get Altonor.&quot;

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

You whisper to VAE: &quot;Marty&quot; is what everyone calls him. He's taken a vow of silence. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's a long story.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;He would have hit you too, had you been there.&quot;

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">&quot; Goodness me. So many people. Hello. How are you? &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I vote that Tom recounts the story.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anise, this is Senior Analyst Gradia Thorngage and Inquisitor ... Marty .. I suppose he has a real name, too.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Since no one else is going to give an unbiased account.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Greetings, Holy Light.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'd like to request you appraise brother Miron of our reason for being here. He refuses to believe anything any of us have to say.&quot; &gt;:|

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;He did attack us, in an attempt to capture altonor.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks at Thomas oddly.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;My colleagues from Braxton. We were here on an assignment.. and .. and what the fuck was Tom doing there?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You want Anise to estimate Miron's monetary value?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I thought you'd have beaten some sense in that head of his...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Not.. like that..&quot; =w=;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;All right, all right, slow down. We'll get somewhere we can sit down --&quot; And then the archon flares its light a little.

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">&quot; -- That woman -- where did you find her? &quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot; A true archon. I never thought I would see one again. &quot;

* Thomas Lazarus releases a held breath and looks to the glowing ball.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;What's this aboot aboot him attacking you?&quot; The dwarf asks, eyeing Miron dangerously as he hefts his axe.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*uff* The inquisitor looks like air-drained bagpipes.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Good Archon.. I fear one of us is possessed. ... Well. One more of us than before. Sszeyl's condition is warded.&quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You.. don't you even start.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This woman lead a contingent of devils against us in the name of Yoriver authorities.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, this woman is possesed, Holy Light. What do you recommend?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or at least, we think she's possesed.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Exorcising her, what else?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's possible she isn't, and is a vessel for dark power or something. We don't know.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--That isn't confirmed. Let our friend decide.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Well, would have said this -sooner- but computer's being a slow-ass bastard...

* Glitch will link this every time. |D http://gigaville.com/comic.php?id=471

Swallowtail: <font color="#FF0000">As long as no one notice and export me, this all fine. =3= *bricked*

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">&quot; Undoubtedly so! There is an erinyes riding upon her! &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Well, there we go.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shall we take care of that right here, before taking her into our sanctuary where the fiend might learn of us?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You don't understand.. yes, we should take her inside.&quot; &gt;:|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We need to do this on consecrated ground.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;As if you have ever seen an angel that didn't shit silk rope.&quot;

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">&quot; She must be seen to at once -- no, no! She should be brought into the sacred space, so as to diminish the fiend's presence! &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;....If you say so...&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;The fiends know this place is a danger already&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Archon, not angel. And yes, I have seen celestials before, inquisitor.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright. May we pass then, Holy Light?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If I exorcised an incorporial demon on open ground, it would be free to try and seize one of us.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The ground must be holy.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot; I haven't. Damn. -- Is that blasphemy? &quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I have seen Tiamat's harness and Hextor's eyepatch.&quot;

* Altonor chuckles. &quot;Better to watch your tongue around archons just in case. Friendly, but they are sticklers for protocol.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt's head is still bowed, waiting for the Archon's permission to allow the group to pass.

Masabel:<font color="#000000">Finally, he's quiet. *BRICK'D*

* Altonor dusts off hands. Be nice. Temperance. =3=;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">We should just haul off and shoot tinks while we still have the chance. To make RAM all jealous.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Bwah! Why shoot me? D: Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Or my stuff? D: Miron:<font color="#000000">Because you're a drowish thrall, thrall.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I think you missed the pun there, danman. -3-

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Well.. tinks is how he says things.. but sure, you'll do! &gt;:3

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">But still, couldn't pass the 4th wall breakage up

Viceth:<font color="#000000">As an actual drowish thrall in name, I must protest. =3= *BRICK'D*

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">&quot; You are an exorcist? -- Please, please, right this way! We can lay her on one of the benches! &quot; The light flits worriedly.

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

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;All right, we take care of the possession, and then we figure out what the hell's going on.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt follows everyone in squeezing through the doorway.

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">as a aside, why does Marty have a distinctly female face?

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Possession. Nasty stuff. Need help?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">or is it just me?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Because an Asian drew him.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Because I picked a random token shush. =w=;

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

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">&quot; This way, this way! &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">When Thomas comes through the doorway, Gnogglebolt tugs on the cuff of his shirt. &quot; I don't know, so I'm just wondering--do you think calling a powerful celestial first might help with this exorcism?&quot;

Blue-Haired Templar:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Drow?! &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Yes.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt's head snaps up. &quot;Friendlies! Don't shoot!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your archon checked them out!&quot;

Rebellious Templar:<font color="#000000">&quot; They got past the archon... so they're all right... right? &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That one ... I can almost vouch for.&quot;

* Viceth bows. &quot;Quite. We mean no harm.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I have no idea, friend. It depends on the celestial. But it would take time regardless.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl turns and roughly pulls his face off.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Then lets it snap back.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Besides, if you were to kill him... the spirit he's containing would roam free.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom approaches the woman. &quot;Give me a short while to meditate and prepare a spell, and I will begin.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks back to Thomas. &quot; I don't suppose we have that time, then? Oh well...&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;By th' by, ah jalouse that means ye kicked a lot o' infernal butt, didnae you?&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Never actually seen an exorcism before... anything I can do to help?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You have no idea...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Drow butt, infernal butt..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And right so... Demonology isn't my specialty... but any aid you might require, Tom...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Tathi.&quot; He speaks up as he clears a space.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Could you please help me? I've never drawn this diagram before.&quot;

* Altonor huffs with amusement. &quot;Hey, the drow asses here helped save your ass from the devil asses, so quit talking out your ass.&quot; =3=

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">&quot;Language!!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus gives the ball of light an approving nod. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">... Oh my goodness I've sworn so much today! D|

* Altonor suddenly looks sheepish. &quot; Sorry archon, sir. Ma'am. Archon. &quot; =3=;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(heh. Summoning a clestial -would- help-- most of them have 'protective auras' that act as 'double-strength' Magic Circles Aginst Evil.)

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If not for us, half your arse would have to be scraped off those barbazu's glaives.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(ohwell~)

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(just have to rely on the Consecrated ground boost)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghost?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was me who stunned half of the smaller ones and made the one that came close rot.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We ain't arsing around with that whole shebang before sorting out what's what. There'll be the whole bargaining bit anyways. :P

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Where are you.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Just between you and me?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Don't worry about the bargaining. Lia and I already worked it out. ;)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;-- Fine -- Miron. Can you please help me? I know nothing of spellcraft.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*Steps forwards*

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Someone Steam-ping Ghost?

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Done. ))

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Is he playing Xcom or FTL or Sims or whatever again?

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

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 11 + 19 = 30&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spellcraft for that matter.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Rolling before I describe, to save time

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">was afk, sorry

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom is attempting to draw an inverted Circle of Protection from Evil on the ground. Drawing out the diagram requires a DC 20 spellcraft check. &quot;I want to ward her. Just in case. I don't want this fiend to escape into a civilian. Just.. a double precaution. This ground, in the presence of holy beings, should be enough. But I will not risk it.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">looks like I missed it anywho

VAE:<font color="#000000">Theme music - Imperative

VAE:<font color="#000000">Theme music - Imperativa, btw

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">what else was needed?

VAE:<font color="#000000">unless you got better one

* Glitch slaps ghost with ALL THE FISH.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Miron does an entirely adequate job of drawing the spell diagram on the floor.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Aid another on the spellcraft check?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That was about it, spell expertise Tom can't do. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">=3=

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/magicCircleAgainstEvil.htm

Miron:<font color="#000000">Indeed. The short inquisitor corrects his brother where needed, chanting prayers and drawing a diagram in quick, succint and precise lines.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom recites the prayer, and causes the circle around Lucina to flare to life with illumination. Inward cage against evil erected.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">A paladin looks on curiously. :.

* Thomas Lazarus takes a holy symbol in hand and draws a deep breath. &quot;Alright... here goes. Please hold her arms down. She may thrash and resist. Do not even nudge.. the diagram.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;H-HEy!&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">... and since it's been about an hour... that's about when the woman begins to stir.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You need her held down?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I got the stuff for that!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus looks up. &quot;It's another pre--&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus leans over and does it himself! &quot;She's stirring!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed... if you were to break these lines, the spirit could possess... uh..&quot;

* Altonor huffs, and approaches.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">A drow appears to hold the arms down.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Knock her out again?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think more care is needed here than your.. devices can provide. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No!&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">Another drow approaches and gets ahold of the legs, just in case.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt tentatively approaches, but still gives them a wide berth.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Okay.. *checking rules*

Lucina:<font color="#000000">And that's about when the screaming starts.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have shackels, do you need me to put them on?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Class + Cha + d20 check... versus...

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hatari; rules for exorcism? Seems to be the dismissal spell

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">10+Devil HD+Devil Cha.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Saint Cuthbert, you whose divine radiance purges thetaintoftheunholyhelpusexorcisethebodyofyourservantinutmostnneed...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt winces again. &quot;Does she...need to be concious for this?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron is mumbling prayers and watching over the protective ward.

Lucina:<font color="#000000">We'll assume it's a less charismatic erinyes.

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

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl just keeps the arms held down. He could probably crush her to death if he wished.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Indeed. Without buffs, it wouldn't just been impossible, period.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Exorcism sucks. But I digress!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">....that sentance made no grammatical sense. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Cannot parse

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">ah, I see

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Interpret you damn keycard reader.

Lucina:<font color="#000000">The woman continues to struggle, screaming. &quot;''HELP ME! GET IT -- IT WANTS -- HELP ME!''&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just stares and shrinks back. o.o;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Help is coming.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;But you need to be calm.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ehn, we could say there's a +2 circumstance bonus from the circle making it possible. There.. now I feel like less of a cheater. *bricked*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom begins focusing, rather ignoring the cacophony before him. He holds his holy symbol out and waves of golden and white energey buffet against the woman. The process is ungainly and takes some two minutes, but...

Glitch:<font color="#000000">..dismissal takes 2 minutes?

Thomas Lazarus whispers: Assume Tom 'took 20'.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It takes full-round actions, and he took 20.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Since only a 20 would work.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh. :B --wait

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And there is no penalty for retries. :T

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...what?

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">The wolf stares at the struggling woman, and his hackles keep going up.. It makes him look even -bigger-.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...Other than loosing the spell?

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Exorcism class ability, not a spell.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh.

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

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

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">The elf watches with a passive face, but her eyes are slightly wider.

VAE:<font color="#000000">It's why a cleric has to do it

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi's nervously chewing on one of her nails as she watches.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Aelian keeps flexing the grip on one of his bows.

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">Tavia whines. :(

Kor:<font color="#9933FF">Kor.. is stuffing his face. Zero-fucks town resides her.

Kor:<font color="#9933FF">*here

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(...I don't see how only a 20 is necessary...it's 10 + devil HD, which is something like 10 or 12, right? plys cha mod... and your roll is 1d20 plus your class level plus your own cha, and you're like, level 10? Should be pretty close...)

* Thomas Lazarus sweats a bit during the focused ritual and chant. It's a relentless, driving processes that seems to cause Lucina quite some discomfort.

Sszeyl whispers: I don't suppose you can hear me?

Sszeyl whispers: But if you can, would you like to eat this thing when it comes out?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(or did you mean plus devil's cha -score-?)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">10+Erinyes HD+Erinyes Cha mod is 24. Tom's maximum possible check without fiat was 23. We imposed a fiat circumstance bonus from the circle.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's Exorcist level, not total level.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Now quit harping details Drayco I know what I'm doing. =w=;;;;;;

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">....really? That seems...wrong. I'd motion for a huserule that cleric/paladin levels count.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Drayco is not even here

VAE:<font color="#000000">Shut up for now, Rule CSI guy

Glitch:<font color="#000000">He's comparing me to drayco, danman. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">this is .. a rather powerful scene. And he's rightfully doing so

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">No, I'm fairly certain that he called you one and the same.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">=3=

Glitch:<font color="#000000">meany; uh, yeah, exactly. :B

* Glitch sits down and continues to watch

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

</i> Glitch whispers: If you don't mind, I would motion to you that this 'exorcism' class ability from whatever class Hatari's using include his divine caster level in his exorcism check, not just his PrC class level. Cuz man, that really is awkward otherwise. Just something to help him out.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hang on, reading up.

Glitch whispers: just a crazy idea.

You whisper to Meany: Vargie is quiet again. Must be the temple.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Being talked to =w=;;;

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

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

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Tase them!

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">*tase'd*

* Gamal-Junayd builds a brick wall around liatai so she can't be talked to

Glitch:<font color="#000000">That's 'taze' :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">unless you meant taste. Which would be awkward. :B

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">According to the dictionary, both are incorrect.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">:B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mom's venting about work. =w=;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...uhoh.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">-I've- been there.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">This reminds me of how we decided on a party name back in Bowling Green.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">--wait, her work, or yours? :B

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">oh. Nevermind then. :B My sympathies regardless.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The consensus actually ended up being, &quot;Bitchin' &amp; Infightin'&quot; as our party name.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Which always vexed our employers.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">But they soon learned.

* Dr. Hatari names session 101 log, &quot;Return of Bitchin' &amp; Infightin'&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Bitchin' &amp; Infightin 101. Be educated!

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I don't suppose hwile lia is busy noms could be sorted?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I think we're about to get back into swing.

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

</i> Glitch:<font color="#000000">uh, noms -definitely- can't be sorted if she's busy, methinks. And ^ that. :B

Lucina:<font color="#000000">It takes a good two minutes of screaming, but eventually... a smoky dark winged shape begins to rise out of the woman's eyes and mouth, cutting the screaming off abruptly. The figure writhes, trying to lash out in vain at those nearby --

VAE:<font color="#000000">As that poster advertising spring balls for the socialist youth said, &quot;Young men's balls in full swing&quot;

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">ZOT. A bolt of light pierces the shape.

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">... totally didn't almost write that as ZIT. *BRICK'D*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt watches in awe.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Shame the dragon can't talk here.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I was going to let it eat this thing.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus watches the display mutely. &quot;...&quot; &gt;:o

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">The shape emits an unholy wail, then vanishes.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt winces and covers his ears.

* Thomas Lazarus exhales. He looks back to the woman, and his eyes fill with blue light. Detect Evil, once more.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Good riddance.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Still carefully mumbling prayers, the inquisitor loosens just a bit.

Lucina:<font color="#000000">The woman falls limply to the bench, whimpering a little before curling inward, shaking. No evil detected.

Gamal-Junayd: <font color="#0">(( anyone else dc from irc? ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Not I.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Not me...

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">The woman is released.

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">&quot; It's over. You're safe now. &quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Not me. Tipod did

Gamal-Junayd: <font color="#0">(( huh, as it's the only thign I dc'd from ))

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..It is done.&quot; Thomas kneels while nodding at the Archon. &quot;Thank you. Thank you.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And thank you, brother.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus lays a hand over Lucina's head gently, and sends a pulse of positive energy out. Heal up the remains of those nonlethal(???) electrical burns. &#171; &#160;1d8+5 = 8 + 5 = 13&#160;  &#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now.. once she rests, we should be able to question her..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; You are free now. You are safe. You are in Pelor's holy citadel, and are going to be alright.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus waves aside slightly. &quot; Later, brother. She must rest.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Someone please slap Miron. Hard.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Please see to your business with Anise and the.. others.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Did anyone hear the once she rests bit... I don't even...

</i> Lucina:<font color="#000000">Yes, nonlethal. They're not entirely gone yet, though. &quot; Pelor's...? Who.... are you? What was that...? &quot; She's still shivering.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You were possessed by an erinyes devil.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, Anise? I believe it's time for you to tell Miron what we're all doing here.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brother Thomas has purged it from your body.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You are under the care of the Leaden Mace, and the Church of Pelor.You are in good hands.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Shoo, now.&quot; He looks back to the woman and does his best to calm her. &quot; Slowly.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I shall depart now.. either way.&quot;

Lucina:<font color="#000000">&quot; It was horrible... by His Fist... what have I done...?! &quot; She cradles her head in her hands.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; This person watches with an inscrutable, distant expression.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt steps aside to let Miron get to Anise.

* Ansramil Hawkin attempts to not be seen. &gt;.&gt; *BRICK'D*

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron approaches Anise, and nods at her. &quot;Let's go..&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go where?&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Miron: HALT!!

* Teeny Rin is bricked!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Somewhere where we can speak without the peanut gallery.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt notices Ansramil and makes a 'shoo/hide' gesture.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;We are owed an explanation, as well.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You can come along, Gradia, Marty..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, I don't think you're actually going anywhere, Miron. We're all going to listen to this, I think.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's just.. certain individuals that'd be... *sigh*&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I was kind of hoping for a narrative recap, but oh well. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is a matter of the Leaden Mace.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just go ahead and talk, Anise. Just tell Miron about your mission.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It doesn't concern you&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Will you stop this nonsense, both of you?&quot; Whoa. Suddenly bardsnap.

* Thomas Lazarus looks over. &quot;Could someone fetch a priest or priestess from above? I don't know this temple so well.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looked like he was about to say something else, then looks at Ed. &quot;What?! I'm just saying, go ahead and talk!&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;....&quot; Tom seems pained by a sudden thought, and frowns.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look. Bad things happened. We hurt each other. That happened. But right now, we need to work together to help this town. Not keep trying to tear each other down.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then let us speak in peace.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's what I'm saying, which is why there should be no skulking about with 'reports' and whatnot.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anise? Gonna say anything?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;So can you pretend to be nice to each other for just a few minutes.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What you're saying here holds no weight, thrall.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thrall? Now what the hell...?&quot; =w=; &quot;Miron, what're you even doing here, anyway? I thought you signed off the Yoriver mission.&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miron. The more you talk, the more you show yourself to be a shallow minded bigot. Why don't you just be quiet.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am a part of the Braxton branch for the moment.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt folds his arms and watches silently.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thing is...you know Altonor here is a long-sought after criminal?&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, I know, you got transferred there a few weeks ago. So what happened?&quot;

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Oh! Sorry! I'll go fetch the high priestess. &quot; Zip!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We... Well, after I have showed them the ropes around handling the undead, we went onto the more pressing matters...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl goes.

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

* Thomas Lazarus attends to Lucina quietly. Heal heal, fret, calm. &gt;: Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Tappity tap on the high elven priest.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gradia here arranged the papers with us helping ourselves and the Yorivers by snatching him and a few of his ilk up.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well.. she arranged it with Lyle...*sigh*&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Situation downstairs requires the presence of a priest or priestess, may I ask your help?&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;False, inquisitor.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyways, we teleported in as soon as we got...&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;I did not arrange our strategy with Lyle. The commander himself requested our aid. I merely planned to speak with Lyle upon our arrival to requisition a teleportation scroll.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Falls silent, and gestures to Gradia.

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

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Yoriver commander? .... hooboy....&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">This guy is the male Gradia.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2cr0u7o8H1r5en4oo1_1280.jpg

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sorry.. I wasn't concerned with that phase extensively.&quot;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">On an unrelated note, this is my Yoriver mood track; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJ_VUS5WLmo&amp;feature=autoplay&amp;list=WL92EF79A2EACC1B6B&amp;playnext=2

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">:57

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:57 at :57

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Yay. :D

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... so you teleported in here and... who's Altonor again?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyways.. we planned it out...Once we got a clear scry and found out all of the scum is going to congregate in the stable, we teleported in, and went for it. &quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Wait, is that the drow with black armor and the huge sword you fought in Thalinde?!&quot; &gt;:O

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That cross-eyed drow in plate.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus stands and waves to the high priestess. {:o

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes. The one I told you about.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">*red for a moment*

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

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

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miron, that's mithral, and that's a scimitar.&quot; =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was black!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Unless he painted it. Did he? :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look, it was night... I ..&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">Nope, it's plain mithral.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It looked black..and that scimitar of his... &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*His ears are burning about as hard as moneybags's*

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot; You made me out to be a full-on blackguard, didn't you? &quot; =w=;;;;;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Anise who do you believe, me or your own eyes? *brick*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sh..shut up!&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is everything all right down here?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh really? What about that time you thought Alexi went evil because she wore a black dress?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">. . . Who's Alexi

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, perhaps that what he saw. He hasn't been able to see reality much around here according to everythign he's been spouting.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I'm quoting DMFA. :B

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

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Aelian looks over. &quot;Ma'am, we just did an exorcism on this woman. One of those terrible things that pretend to be angels.&quot;

* Luanne Selaren puts her hand to her mouth, as she steps closer. &quot;--That's -- the summoner from this afternoon!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Madam.&quot; He waves her over urgently. &quot;This woman is in need of care..&quot; He frowns down at her pitteously. &quot;.. She was part of the detachment here earlier, yes..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyways... I ... we teleported in, and to gain a moment of surprise I commanded the earth spirits....&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;It was, wasn't it? With the Sheriff and everything..&quot;

* Lucina is just now starting to get the sobs under control.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">http://www.missmab.com/Comics/Vol_749.php

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..And that she-devil, Adrastea.. or what have you, is destroyed. This woman was possessed. The infernal spirit has been exorcised and destroyed.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And... I blew up him, his cronies.. and half of this... band who just happened fucking stuff themselves into the fucking stable...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... She needs to rest and recover. Mentally as much as physically. Please, forgive her.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And neary killed me.&quot; Gnogglebolt pipes up to Anise, pointing at the dried and scabbed blood on his forehead.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*actually hugs Anise* &quot;For fuck's sake I'm so glad you weren't there, in the damn blast&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Miron/Anise ship tease moment!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just flatly stares.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">*all of the bullets*

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

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course, that's when the Yorivers came, and told us to stuff it where the sun doesn't shine...&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot; Oh, my word. &quot; The woman kneels. &quot;You poor dear. Let me get you a blanket. Do you feel like you can walk? We have rooms upstairs..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And while we were arguing with them, she appeared, with the fucking devils, and asked us to lay down our arms and give her our badges.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe it you'd looked before attacking, this could of been averted. but your blinders were on then, as they are on now. &quot;

* Anise Berilan looks surprised by the hug, but awkwardly pats the gnome's head.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And that's when Tom here stirred in.. and the next thing I know, Gradia ordered us to mop them up.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't start, Gamal.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;You might as well give it up, Gnogglebolt. It's not one of us anymore.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just catches Gamal

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">What? No, Tomi-muse. I should not ask the high priestess to arm-wrestle later just because she had one more level than me. She looks like she's in her 70's; what is wrong with you. &gt;:O

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gamal's eye and nodss.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So we did.. .Tom's sister plowed the pavement with that erinyes devil.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I DO THAT WITH MY PRIESTS, I'M JUST SAYING.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You should have seen it... there's a devil shaped hole where the piece of baatezu shit hit the blocks.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And of course, I had a couple spells left too, so let's say that there isn't any more of the stable left than of the devils.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're... an exorcist?&quot; The priestess looks to Thomas momentarily with some wonder.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot; Shit, we'll probably need to pay for that. &quot; =3=;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Wait, ''Tom's sister? Tomiko Angela Lazarus? You met'' her? You saw her fight?!&quot; *w*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt waves to Anise.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Then points to the left.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So... then we wanted to snatch him up, but of course, there were more of them than of us, and not even a stench remained of the Yoriver branch's lot.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;So jealous!! How cool was it?!&quot; 83

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt waves and points again.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell, I'd have thought them....&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;She's right back there.&quot; Aelian says, jabbing a thumn at Tomiko.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A.. novice exorcist. Yes.&quot; He nods faintly. &quot;..This was very difficult for me. But.. yes. Tomorrow.. tomorrow I'll be better prepared.&quot; He watches Lucy's recovery with a look of determination.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fucking hell I did. She looked like she was the possessed one.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus has been distracted, watching her brother with folded arms.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;She broke the roof with one of her jumps, and it didn't even faze her!&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep. Why don't you two have a drinking contest with dorf and see who lasts the longest.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait, are you serious?!&quot; Anise cranes her neck to look.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have seen a lot of fighting close on, but not that sort&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You behold greatness! =3= *bricked*

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">Freeze. &quot; ... right, report first, brawl later... &quot; =3=;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron shuts the fuck up once again.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Orders, senior analyst Thorngage?&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Continue.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Either way... So there we were, without our allies, and ... when Gradia mentioned Lyle... I remembered I seen him on the traitors' list that was sent 'round.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And so we truly knew we were up the shit creek without a paddle and I thought that's it.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot; It must be the Sun's providence... &quot; The priestess continues to move around smoothly, tending to the recovering woman. &quot;... What is your name, inquisitor exorcist brother?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And then. . well, I suppose the fact that both us and them are still walking goes to brother Thomas..&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus stands. &quot;Inquisitor Thomas Lazarus, ma'am. Here with..&quot; He gestures to the great gaggle north, &quot;..well. A lot of people, now. The Vigilant Guardians and Castleton Mace branch agents. Amongst other friends.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot; ... Oh my. Are those drow? &quot; o.o;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He sort of made sure none of us boiled over, and after a long discussion... well, we ended up here, looking for some damn answers.&quot;

* Altonor nods. &quot;We're here to help, High Priestess. Altonor. No house.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ma'am, I might request a room later. A prepared room for a summoning. And.. perhaps assistance. My allies and are are considering a calling ritual to summon a stronger angel for advice and strength in the trials ahead.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So that brings me to....&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks over at the high priestess and bows. &quot;Yes'm, those are drow. They're friendlies. Your Archon checked them out.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; It's alright. They helped us. I know several of them personally.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What the FUCK are you lot doing with the lolth-damned drow in here, in Pelor's temple not the least.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hooboy. Where to start.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And why aren't you actually doing the job that the high command have ordered you to do?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt pinches the bridge of his nose in stress at Miron again.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Around blacks, never relax! *BRICKED AWAY!!*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*dusts hands* &gt;:T

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, Anise, do please inform Miron on what we've been doing.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell, first thing first, I bet Commander Whitaker has no idea you are here.. We had no idea either.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This.. tell me it's not their doing.. tell me you and Tom were in charge of everything happening...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hurry, if you please.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay. First off. The Yoriver commander's been compromised. I submitted several people here to an inquest regarding such. Do you know where the inquisitors are that Commander Whitaker knows are here are?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where would they be?!&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;They're waiting outside the town. They've been there for weeks.&quot;

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

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've seen 'em myself! They're not even allowed in!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why are they waiting outside the town?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yoriver's been 'quarantined', Miron.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This what's been..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Under the Count, and The Mace's orders.&quot;: Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Including against outsider Mace.&quot;

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

* Thomas Lazarus simply allows Anise and facts to run their course. He has other mounting concerns.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ask Anise, ask her if I'm lying.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why would he do that? If this city needs anything it's a couple good men at every corner..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;With a fucking greater mummy or a daemon on the leash, no less.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Because he doesn't want good men at every corner, they might disrupt the devil's plans&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;The other gnome's right. What they've got are a couple of rotten devils standing 'guard' on street corners.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;To put it very simply, Miron.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;At this point? Devils own this town.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;With the Count and the Mace's blessing.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This..But why are they waiting, why haven't they reported back? What's the excuse for not getting our folks in...&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Seeing the Yoriver Macers I've seen... Miron, half of 'em are like whipped dogs, the other half are trying to cut out the corruption before it spreads any farther.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I believe Gnogglebolt is entitled to the 'I told you so' dance.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The public Mace, that is.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why didn't they help US on an agreed-upon operation..&quot;

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

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey! I didn't say you could interrupt my story, gnome!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why doesn't the world make any sense..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go ahead, Anise, tell him--oh, very well.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I know, Miron. Lemme break it down for you.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just say whether I'm lying or not. Go ahead.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tomi taps Gamal's shoulder with a finger.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whipped dogs you say? The folk here used to be damn rough.. that's. that sounds wrong..&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot; The last thing we need's an 'I told you so' dance. &quot; =w=;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;No shit that sounds wrong!&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd looks at tomi

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's totally wrong!&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; ... When did he become like this?&quot; She hasn't stopped watching Tom.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Become like what?&quot; Tathi asks Tomiko curiously.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I mean, the last one I knew that got here broke our lieutenant's nose over some botched orders..&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's been like this as long as I've known him, we met fighting pirates for the dragon Salishea off the coast of Resca&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;The only Macers I've seen who still carry their heads high and don't kowtow to the devils -- they're the so-called 'renegades,' Miron. The count owns what's left of the public Mace.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;He became 'like this' after the witch's coven mission I believe.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;He was showing signs when the dragon first manifested.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But.. the reports we received...&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Shouting, and taking charge of things, and fending off devils, and crazies, and holding people like you brats together. Strong.&quot; She doesn't seem to put any real malice behind the brats comment, by the way. Such an uncouth person.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Even the stuff Eli sent back.. how many months ago.. it had none of this.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Devils yes, heavy casualties yes, but not... &quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, Miron. You ever gone with Flint on one of his fact-finding missions?&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know what a Talespinner is?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;No doubt he learned how to do a lot of that, dealign with a sister such as yourself, miss.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell, old thorgar did mention something, but then, I thought he might have had a beer or two over..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Isn't that the goddamn tavern Cal'tel seem to linger about?&quot;

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

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;You don't know, then, huh.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I'm not familiar with the witch's coven mission. I only know it involved a child being horribly treated while a prisoner, among other equally horrible things.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Ask him.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Hmph. The last time I saw him, he was a long-haired flowery little wimp that fit in around any temple of the light.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bard! Quitcher glowerin' and make with the exposition!&quot;

* Edaric starts. =3=;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sorry, what?&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;You heard me! Explain what the Talespinner Network is.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look, when I wasn't doing patrols my job was to go in with you guys and mop up shit, then write it up.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... you know about the Talespinners?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I... aren't quite the undercover type Flint and Robin are.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;No shit we do. Good sources of info, and good places to track down criminals. Good drinks, too. Never been to a Talespinner with bad beer.&quot; |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No wonder he lingers around, then...&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Sweatdrop. &quot;R... right...&quot; =w=; To Miron. &quot;The Talespinner network is a global brotherhood of taverns sponsored by Fharlanghn and Olidamarra's people. They're bard taverns. They're where people who enjoy the arts and a good story can go and always feel welcome. They're also great places to go for information, especially when there's been a big cover-up.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;The count's used the Mace to raid the Talespinners in Yoriver and shut them down. You just missed the Olidamarrans who were here. They've gone out to help the resistance here gather info, food, medicines, supplies, all that for the townspeople.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right... eh. Most of my information comes from old paper.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;The count's controlling all the information that comes into and out of this place, Miron. This whole scheme stinks of Hextor.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But... they.. there was .. it said they were helping out the traitors.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Traitors to the devil's in control. Devil's might call them traitors, anyone normal would call them hero's.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Couldn't have said it better, mummy.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But... the commander.. he's.. the letters still had the seal, and he's got the Hand of Saint Cuthbert with him...how can..&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus leaves the ex-diabolist's side, assured now that she's in safe hands.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Arms still folded and watching.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I believe Miron is going to start spouting Error.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;There may be a hand with him, but it's insn't cuthbert's any longer.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Here's the rap I've been able to dig up. Those 'traitors?' Those guys discovered a fucking Hextorian shrine hidden away in their HQ. The lieutenant brought it up the commander, understandably... and for that he got a death warrant, like all the others with him.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, you don't understand.. you have seen Ashmore's desk...&quot;

Ball of Light 4:<font color="#000000">&quot; Language!! &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Excuse me, everyone. I've been.. ... ..distracted, today..&quot; He frowns at the floor. &quot; ..I want to apologize for my conduct. We still have wounded amongst us. Please don't mind me.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks over to Thomas and whispers. &quot; I heard you earlier, just lemme know when you want to try that 'calling' thing. There's something I want to do first that should help in the long run.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A large mace in the shape of a hand.. .it's sacred, enchanted. If any demon or servant of chaos touches it, they will suffer..&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot; Sorry Mr. Archon, sir. Ma'am. &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas begins going around to everyone in turn, clearing up wounds.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Let's just say he blows his spell list and everyone is eventually back to full.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt sighs happily as his last cuts are patched up.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;What if some greater devil found a way to fool it. Or the one he has has been replaced with a replica?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's. ... Hextorian shrine? ...Did.. did anyone question them under the Zone of Truth, at the very least?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Tom gets a return tap with a healing wand to patch up the rest of the cleric's wounds. :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If not a higher grade truth spell... I ..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;A replica sounds likely. What civillian would know the difference?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If everyone who would know the difference got kicked out?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I would have been able to if I haven't .. haven't prepared for battle tonight.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;.. I think I know someone who might have used the zone of truth..&quot; Tathi mutters.

* Thomas Lazarus offers a nod and smile back to Ed. &quot;..I'm.. especially sorry to you, Ed. ... I didn't realize how I was acting until ... well. &quot; He frowns and looks away.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; It's just been a rough day.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;What kind of inquisitor do you take me for? Of course I did! Cast by some of the priests here. They submitted willingly.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;We all have days like that.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot; Doubt that one's enough... Gradia.. you do have any truth spells on you?&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And .. and nothing.. so ...&quot;

* Edaric blinks. &quot;... Why to me? You didn't do... yeah. It's been a rough day all around.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will have to myself I shall speak to ..for fuck's sake.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;While they resolve that issue, did you want to talk, Altonor? :v&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances over to Thomas again and waves his hand dismissively. &quot;Really, Thomas. Everyone needs a good venting now and then. I'm rather proud of you, in fact.&quot; Gnogglebolt smirks.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But that drow.. he said he's the lieutenant's friend... why would someone who isn't a traitor ally with something so low and..&quot;

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

* Thomas Lazarus folds his arms and releases a long sigh through his nose. He glances aside to Gnogglebolt. &quot;...&quot; A faint nod. Then to Miron and Gradia.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">You know.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I wish Vargie could see this.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well..? Do you see now?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances over. Oh just faint already. He thinks.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor rests his hand against his forehead.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Is our situation clearer?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">He loves watching the self-righteous eat their logic.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This... this is ... appalling.... concerning news.. this..&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If this proves to be true..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Take a seat and rest, Miron.&quot;

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

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

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;... speaking of meditation. Father Lazarus?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus looks over his shoulder. o.o

* Tomiko Lazarus looks amused. &quot;...&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron looks at his superior with a confused, expectant look of a four week puppy.

Glitch whispers: By the way, when you have a moment, want to fiat-rush design a tech device without actually going through the whole process. It won't have any genuine mechanical effect.

Glitch whispers: but it will have to be done before Thomas's Calling.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shortly after first light tomorrow morning, I am convening a meeting with the heads of the various factions here, to plan and consolidate our resistance. Your group is more than welcome to attend... in fact, we would be honored.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm humbled that you would address me as such, madam. Thomas is enough, please.&quot; ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That sounds like an excellent idea, however. Just what needs to be done to get things moving in the right direction.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">You know, since neither I or Gnogglebolt can be impartial in this.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I wish Elros was here.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">To be our representative.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">The senior analyst looks back. &quot;... this is... very... dire news... Perhaps we had best sit down.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Elros: &quot;... *nod*&quot; *BRICKED*

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know..we should keep a watch. With a defeat as they were dealt tonight...they may attempt an early move on this church, in order to end threats to their power&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;That is excellent! A formalized resistance! We might be able to bring down both the Count AND the corrupt Mace branch!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances over to Thomas and pretend-pouts behind his back. And I thought I was the representative of our group...oh wel, not like I made ic clear.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey! Hey!&quot; Gnogglebolt suddenly starts piping up to everyone in the corridor.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Speaking of formalized resistance!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Oh boy.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Some people with us know where the Kordites are!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus frowns at Tathi. &quot;..I know you're eager.. but remember, Tathi. We've already found one of their agents with a devil controlling her.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Here it comes.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The short gnomish inquisitor looks positively drained, even more so than at the stable.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We should send one of them to get an emissary so we can share resources and intelligence with them, wherever they are.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The people of this city -- the real people -- may be much more innocent than we first suspected.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Since Altonor isn't feeling chatty, Sszeyl takes out his canvas and paints.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- That's right!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;What? I didn't mean kill them, Thomas. I meant remove them. The slaughter begins when we find whatever fiendish sort is behind all this. Do you think it might be a Hell Prince?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 6 + 10 + 2 = 18&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 5 + 10 + 2 = 17&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed.. we .. we cannot allow the slaughter of our brothers and sisters like... like her father has taken part to..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Not my best work, but it'll doo.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Altonor, miss Lazarus, you said you know where the Kordites are?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I pray it's not. ... We would be hard pressed -- even all of us -- to deal with a greater devil.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;High Priestess, some of us were staying with the Kordites just last night. If the resistance is coordinating here, we can guide them here.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus looks up. &quot;Oh. Yeah.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;Truthfully?&quot; :o

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;They're underground helping folk, too. Fun place.&quot;

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;... and a bunch of infighting children are going to accomplish this, hrm? Raiders, you have your hands full it seems.&quot; The elf says disdainfully.

* Tomiko Lazarus smirks. &quot;Oh, there's plenty of them just as bored and pissed off as could be.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Altonor, could you send your sneaking scout ally to bring them here?&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;That -- is tremendous news! By all means! Please, they are welcome to join us here. By the Sun, the Kordites may ensure that we can defend this place properly after all.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;They're itching for a fight like this.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Those... if all this is true, they. . those they must. must be shown, proven the .. led back on the right path, and those behind this. behind this appalling plot.. . this heresy must.. they must face the full force of law.. a tribunal.. and .. and burn&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;......&quot; Something seems to suddenly strike the drow.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Hey! ah think they're a braw group! tis juist this gnome that seems troublesome.&quot; The dwarf says, jabbing a thumb at Miron

* Thomas Lazarus attempts to strike a serene pose. &quot;.. We're working on the infighting and confusion..&quot; &gt;|

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know....If only we could evacuate the innocent through the tunnels past the eyes of the celestials...we could turn the quarantine walls from a defense against the outside world, to a trap for all the evil still inside...&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's nice to see people have calmed down, at least...&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">A paladin approaches. *_*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Damn! &gt;:O

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Your bluffing skills are terrible, cleric.&quot; She remarks simply.&quot;

* Viceth leans away. &quot;.... except you.&quot; &gt;.&gt;; &quot;... Something the matter, toror'amin?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Rest in peace, left headphone. T3T

* Altonor places his hands on the taller drow's shoulders... and bobbles, shouting what sounds like a rant in Celestial. At least, from the archon's &quot;Language!!!&quot; you assume it's Celestial.

* Viceth raises his hands, chuckling, offering placating remarks. ^^;

Firaira whispers: what he say. :3

You whisper to Ghostwish: &quot;WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?! Masabel, I expected -- maybe Kelinyon -- WHO THE HELL IS WATCHING THE KIDS?!&quot; &gt;:E

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Three people seated in a long room, at equal distances from each other at a round table. A long series of windows fills the wall behind them. At the left side of the painting is Gnogglebolt, seated in a massive throne with a mask portraying a smiling, happy face on its back. On his side, the sky is bright, and cloudless, with the sun rising. In the middle is Elros, cold and impassive, seated on a similar throne. A mask with no expression is depicted on the back of Elros' seat. The sky behind Elros is overcast. But at the left is Sszeyl the Drow, red eyed and leaning forward, seated on another throne. The back of his chair has a smiling face mask with narrow eyes a mouth full of needle teeth. The sky behind him is stormy, but the moon is faintly visible to be setting.

You whisper to Ghostwish: &quot;Calm down, calm down, Sabbie's watching the younglings with Kelinyon.&quot; ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Very well..&quot; Tom looks to the (occupied) Altonor and his sister. &quot;..Sis, please get the local Kordites in on this resistance meeting.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..And for us.. tonight..&quot; &gt;:|

Firaira whispers: :O! How very curious.. And Shalae wouldn't have a single idea what they're talking about, would she. |D

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl hands the painting off to Gnoggle.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'd like all the Guardians to assist with an angel summoning. I don't even know what is going to happen.&quot;

You whisper to Ghostwish: &quot;You all shouldn't even be here, what would happen if the Raiders lost you?&quot; &gt;:|

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">And then goes back to his corner.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt blinks and looks up and looks at the painting.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;--I'd never sit on a throne!&quot; D: Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;--Oh, metaphor. Right.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;....Not...not bad, actually.&quot;

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

You whisper to Ghostwish: &quot;What would they do if you were lost? Mister charge-in-alone-without-backup, with-a-flaming-sword, fighting-fire-immune-devils.&quot; |3

* Altonor erks. =w=;

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">The elf looks back at the two with a faint smirk. &quot;Do your friends always berate you so, Vi?&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">Seems this guy hit a nerve. |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I...if.. if it is required, brother.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances up at Thomas. &quot;Right, right. Just, ah, give me a little time before you start.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;... it's good to see you, brother.&quot; Shoulder-pat.

* Viceth nods.

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Mmmm-hmmmm..&quot; She says in the typical tone of 'suuuure'.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt rolls up the canvas and passes it back to Sszeyl. &quot;Keep that for safekeeping, might hang it up at home. It'll just get crushed and creased in my pack...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think it's the best idea we've fielded yet. I am in over my head, here. My magic is only so strong. This..? This is a crisis.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods to Gnogglebolt.

Glitch whispers: Anyway, got a few moments?

You whisper to Glitch: I never have a 'few moments' when DMing. Just type. I'll read as I go. =w=;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Very well.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Into the bag of holding it goes.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Tomiko, you wanted introductions?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I caught the gist. Although names would be swell if we're going to be fighting shoulder to shoulder again.&quot;

Glitch whispers: Okay then. Gnogglebolt wants to make a 'magic scanner/analyzer'. He's going to use it with his daily use of Jury-Rig Cobble, so the device will be made and work once, then fall apart. It won't have any genuine mechanical effect other than spouting esoteric data for Gnogglebolt to write down that will allow him to start dipping into planar metaphysics and make true banisher grenades.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">The old man casually cartwheels over to the drow assembly.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">O_o

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

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;All right. Starting with the left. Firaira, and Draugrim. Draugrim plays rough. -- Reminds me.&quot; Fishing in pack go~

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey boy, wanna treat?&quot; |D

Glitch whispers: Jury Rig Cobble only works on devices less than 1,000 gp, but this should indeed be lower than that. And heck, if we go by EMM&amp;M, makign a device that 'imitates a spell' (iin this case, the closest thing would be 'detect magic'), the TS is 3 * spell level, which would just make this thing a TS 3. So, without going through the whole process, what would you say the market value of this device would be? Just a fiat number.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Looks like it.&quot; Smirk.

* Tomiko Lazarus leans forward and inspects. &quot;...What is he?&quot;

Glitch whispers: that said, at some point in the future, we can do this again for real as Gnogglebolt will want to rebuild it for real to 'scan' scrying spells so he can figure out a way to block those as well.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Best I know? A big ol' wolf.&quot; =3=

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">The wolf's head swings around to the drow, eyes gleaming. This better not be a I-threw-the-ball-but-didn't-trick.

Glitch whispers: so yeah, that's the plan. Lemme know when you come up with a market value for this scanner device.

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">He's killed over that. =3=

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Bet they don't let their kids play in the woods these wolves come from.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt pulls out a piece of parchment, and appears to be writing down equations on it.

* Altonor dangles a strip of jerky. :3 &quot;You want it?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He seems very focused, of the kind of focused he only gets when building something.

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">Mother of god watch out for that tail!! The way it swings around he could break someone's ribs!

You whisper to Glitch: About... let's say 150 GP for now. I can't remember tech device prices.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">|3 !

You whisper to Ghostwish: What tricks does he know?

Gnogglebolt whispers: ooh, even cheaper than I thought. Cool. Let's go with that. And you probably can't remember 'tech device prices' because they're based off a formula that requires going through the whole process, which we aren't doing. ^^; So no worries.

Draugrim whispers:

Draugrim whispers: &gt;&gt; All of them? |D;;;;;;;;;

You whisper to Ghostwish: x3 Does he know Perform is all I'm asking. Or Stay.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Without looking up from his parchment, Gnogglebolt asks &quot;Hey, Thomas, how long will it take you to set up that ritual?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And actually get to the 'main event', as it were?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Uhhhh..&quot; He thinks.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The day when allies are shown heretics, unworthy scum comes to be allies, and life becomes a fucking mess from wherever's the part of hell erinyes breed. And I'm in the middle of it all... at least Gradia's here.. and Anise... Saint Cuthbert... those dreams.. I hope nothing happens to them... I ... I plead you nothing happens .. .I .. they were just dreams... don't be a moron... but this is like a bad dream, isn't it... our people and the hextorians.. I .. if I could only wake up into the world again.. one where everything makes sense. . where the heretic's rotting flesh betrays him at the first glance ... where our people are our people and i .. Saint Cuthbert grant me the will to go through this because I alone can't... I am unworthy of your grace, but I have tried my best... please.. like a broken tool, a broken servant does none of thy holy work.. I....

</i> To those who actually watch, the inquisitor's eyes are closed and he's clenching the cross on his neck.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas pulls out the ritual scrolls itself and examines it. &quot; Let's see..&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...Wow.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Even I have to respectfully nom for that one. :.

* Glitch writes down

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">He is on the verge of going nuts from it, you know.

You whisper to Ghostwish: Altonor would know if he knew how to sit, probably. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Enacting the ritual will take about ten minutes.. but.. that just calls a celestial to us. Then parlay begins, and we strike a contract. Of some kind..&quot;

Draugrim whispers: Yes. ^^;;

* Thomas Lazarus lowers the scroll. &quot;I don't know how that goes, honestly.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 15 + 10 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Handle Animal -- &quot;Sit!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Okay, I don't think this 'parlay' will matter...&quot;

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">Was anyone behind him? I hope not. The ground just trembled a little when that furry romp impacted it. =3=;;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">... I wonder if the elven hounds also sat. &gt;.&gt;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm just concerned about the 'calling' part. Incidentally, that's almost the same time I estimate...&quot; Gnogglebolt trails off, and his eyes are whipping back and forth across the equations he wrote.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He scribbles corrections on them.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good boy!&quot; |D Draugrim gets a treat! At least Altonor's hands are still armored. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I don't suppose either of you two would be willing to share your former houses, he said without knowing any other way to start conversation.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">brb, nature calls

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Haha, what?

* Masabel scoffs. &quot;You'd be Sszeyl, then?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, well, whenever you're ready, go get set up in whatever room was prepared and call us when it starts.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">besides, I doubt anyone wouild have the gall to interrupt Miron

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Ayup.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Doubt you've heard of Tel'charath. It's gone now.&quot;

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">Good thing too, look at them teeth CHOMP.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, we have plenty of gall to go around. We have Shankfang and Tathi. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">You're well supplied. ;)

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's why I'm here.&quot;

* Glitch bounces eagerly. &quot;Almost therrrre~&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">AND THEN WE CALLED IT.

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

* Thomas Lazarus frowns and looks at the ceiling. &quot;...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 1 + 3 = 4&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Wis check!

* Glitch Eisens ALL THE KNIVES at hatari! &gt;:O

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is Viceth. My dear friend and brother in battle.&quot; The drow fondly pats the shoulder of the long-haired one nearby.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Not so much of a word on it, I'm afraid.&quot;

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

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know Kenaghim? Tel'charath was a lot like them. Or so I've heard. The house got wiped out in a clan war when I was a girl.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I don't want to hide this from anyone. There is no need. On the contrary. It may be what these beleaguered souls must see, after today. A sign that thing are turning around, and there is bright hope yet on the horizon.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt actually looks up from his equations. &quot;...good idea.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;These old veterans picked me up, and here we are seven decades later.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyone who's not a refugee in hiding and wants to see a high-class Being of Light arriving down here, follow us upstairs!&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;... reminds me. You. White-hair.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus seems enchanted by the giant killer wolf. =w=c Handle Animal check: &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 6 + 1 = 7&#160;  &#187;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're Tomiko Angela Lazarus, aren't you? Lorellon's Lioness?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why can't the refugees come? Wouldn't they be the ones most in need of seeing?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">..But it probably doesn't acknowledge that she exists. =3=

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">least you didn't roll a ant one

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm..?&quot; She leans back and looks to Masabel.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">nat*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances over at Gamal. &quot;Erm...I thought the refugees down here were hiding because they can't risk being seen above?&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus smirks. &quot;..You saw me in battle, did you not?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But hey, if the Templars think it isn't too risky for just ten minutes...&quot; He glances over at the templar guards meaningfully.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Or surely atleast felt the brawl in your bones.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;If the front doors are locked so no one from outside can interrupt...&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sorry. Was kind of focused north. I'd love to see a repeat performance someday.&quot; That's a grin.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;That won't be necessary. Pelor's temple doors are never locked... but with the curfews, the only people in the temple are those who live here and the refugees, now that the sun has set.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I know Rhylinar claims to be of that house.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Hmph. Grandfather Kord's folk will be with us soon. You can take a number if you're asking for a spar. There'll be plenty more chances to break devils over this knee of mine before all's said and done.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;But beyond that, no.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I wish I had better news for you, brothers, sister. But that's how it seems to be.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt calls around the cooridors. &quot;Drow allies! Refugee Mace! Any refugees down here! If you want to see the appearance of a Heavanly Being, come upstairs to the garden courtyard!&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Sparring ye say?&quot; The dwarf beams.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi looks past massive wolf. &quot;Where are you staying, Dad?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt starts walking up stairs, but for simplicity sake, leaing token in big box for possible DM vworp. :B

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Sparring would be fun...after the problems are dealt with.&quot;

* Masabel looks quizzically at Sszeyl. &quot;... you don't know? .... Really? But Kenaghim's not Marked.&quot; To Tomi - &quot;Hah. I'm saying it'd be an honor to see you battle more often, Lioness. Maybe next time I'll get to show off a little, myself.&quot; &gt;:3

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Truth be told, those shrieking winged bitches that call themselves angels are weak. It's like fighting uppity debutantes.&quot; She glares into the stone horizon at no one in particular. &quot;Swarms and magic and arrows; a real fight hasn't even reared its head since I arrived in this unholy city.&quot;

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">The large wolf starts to sniff at Altonor, expectantly. :|

* Tomiko Lazarus offers Masabel a faint smile, at that. &quot;...&quot;

* Altonor tousels the wolf's head playfully. &gt;:3

Glitch whispers: By the way, shall we set the craft DC at a flat 20 for now? Without going through the process, surely it will be different if we do it later, but this super-cobbled device will only work once and then crumble to dust, so it won't matter in the long run. And it's a +4 to the DC to Jury Rig Cobble.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Maybe old Count Montclaire has a 'big one' in him.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who's a good fella. You been keeping everybody safe?&quot; |D

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;When that time comes, keep up. We'll see.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">That's what she said.

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">O SNAP

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seriously, 'big one' in quotes even

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I was trained to be a border guard. I was taught how to spot forgeries in passports, and the proper passcodes for emergencies and evacuations.&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">need air XD

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Quiet, imp! &gt;|O

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;The politics of the capitol, not so much.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">even the &quot;keep up&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Or as we say here

VAE:<font color="#000000">&quot;As the lady said to the bishop&quot;

* Glitch actually catches that

Glitch:<font color="#000000">geeze, danman. xD

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">For like the fourth time, I'm not hitting on girls! &gt;:O *bricked*

* Altonor looks over the wolf. &quot;... And I see you've met Masabel. She's a student of the Sublime Way, too, you know. Much more advanced at it than I am.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I caught a glimpse.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">Tavia starts sniffing at the wolf. You're biiiiiiig.

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">And you're a puppy. :|

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">I am not! &gt;:|

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">&quot;... well, tinuamin... if there's space here, I'd feel much better here than in a stable after tonight.&quot; |D;;

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">Are too.

* Thomas Lazarus peers at Gnogglebolt. &quot;Ah.. what are you up to, then..?&quot;

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

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">Am not- OOF! 'Puppy' just got flattened to the ground by a big wolfy paw.

* Thomas Lazarus indicates the writings.

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">See? Puppy. :|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You wanted to do something before the summoning. Is.. this it?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh! This. Just a little something I'll be working on. This is just to get my thoughts in order before I do it, which will be five minutes after you start the ritual, five minutes before the event.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Aelian snickers at the exchange between the canines.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Should I expect anything distracting?&quot; :.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;So, what kind of wolf is he?&quot;

* Altonor is laughing. XD

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know these?&quot; Gnogglebolt pulls out one of his weirder-looking grenades. It looks like a more streamined and refined version of the Banisher Grenade Gnogglebolt 'tried' to make awhile back. &quot;This thing that I tried to make back when Max had us fight that 'summoning ooze'?&quot;

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Blueback. Native to the Refuge. Elven hounds? Those are exsquisite companions.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;That's, uh, quite the compliment from someone that has a wolf that could eat them.&quot; ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I believe so..&quot; He holds his chin. &quot;..they've had an unfortunate history, haven't they?&quot; ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It didn't work, but that was just mechanical defect. It should have worked, and what it should have done was kick out all those 'summons' by interfering with their connection. That's how I already knew about the 'summoning' thing, about how they're 'not really here'.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But these grenades don't work on anything else

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

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Nonsense. He only eats the people I command him to. Though, he chews on Altonor on the occasion. Not that anyone minds.&quot; She says, smirking.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now that I know about this 'calling' thing, I need to measure it to see the dimensional effects. Then I can try and duplicate it.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And that's what this is.&quot; Gnogglebolt indicates to the writings. &quot;Plans for a device to measure the dimensional event.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh.. ... ..you can do that?&quot; O_o

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's still got a ways to go before he matches the dire lion!&quot; Tussle tussle. &gt;:3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can try!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's what we tinkers do. We try things.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt smirks. &quot;Sometimes they work.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">After a long while, the inquisitor opens his eyes again and straightens up, still drained but at least looking present. &quot;So...&quot;

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

* Thomas Lazarus steps closer to Miron. &quot;...?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;At any rate, since we know all the devils in this town are 'called' as well, because they didn't vanish when they died, I intend to use what I learn from observing this to make a new and improved grenade.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What needs to be done, brother?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus watches Miron a moment, then looks to Gradia.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Senior Analyst Thorngage..&quot; :|

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron turns in her direction as well.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Can I request your cooperation in the joint venture of Yoriver's defense and liberation over the next several days?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Or, barring that, an absence of interference?&quot; He folds his arms. &quot;..Because you have warrants for the arrest for several of our allies.&quot; :|

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Inquisitor... you said you have spoken with some of these renegades. Where?&quot; She pauses, glancing to Thomas. &quot;... Our duty is to excise corruption and evil no matter what guise it may assume. Even if it takes root in our brothers and sisters.&quot;

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

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;However.&quot; Halfling point at the drow. :| &quot;When this is over, you must still answer for your crimes.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let them try to take me!&quot; She sounds phenominally unconcerned.

* Thomas Lazarus ignores the outburst.

* Altonor ignores. &quot;Who's a good boy~&quot; |D

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">=w=;

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Rrrrrrr..&quot; He growls playfully.

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">.. except.. it.. kind of sounds like a ticked off construction vehicle.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'll allow you and our Drow friends to resolve that dispute as you see fit. When Yoriver is safe. No sooner.&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Only if you answer for yours, attacking indescriminatly without seeing who is around. If you ignored the fact friends were nearby, what would of happened had he been in a crowd of innocents?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shall we move upstairs, and get this momentous event started, Thomas?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I suppose. For now.... if a malconvoker can use fiends from the pits of the abyss to do the holy work.... I suppose that.. that using them is no worse...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And all Guardians, as Thomas requested, please follow him for backup?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus huffs and lowers his head a moment.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Again, looks at Gradia.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And anyone else who'd like to watch?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Good enough. Very well, then. Please attend the meeting as our forces gather, and we'll work together.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;For now..&quot; He nods to Gnogglebolt and heads upstairs.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let us go. A calling is a rare phenomenon.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Brb, I definitely gotta bafroom before this goes down.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Ugh.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I'll probably feel it from all the way down here.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I expect it to be a splitting headache this time, perhaps with some internal bleeding.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;What do you say, Tomiko? Want to go watch your brother call a celestial, or shall we get the Kordites?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That said, once this is done... if you weren't mistaken Anise.. we'll have to get our folk here.. that are camping around the town like some third grade mercenaries guarding over some fuck's money pot.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">D: Glitch:<font color="#000000">And back

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">A worried priestess approaches. &quot;Internal bleeding? Sir, what is the matter?&quot; D: Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot; Oh my. Pardon me, wolf... &quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh definitely.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've half a mind to go through the tunnels and drag 'em here kicking and screaming myself.&quot; =3=

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">The wolf just stares at the old woman. :|

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;As when driving a nail into a plank, at times the direct way is the best one.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I missed Miron's proverbs. x3

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Draugrim, move.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances over at the High Priestess. He glances over to Thomas. &quot;There's no point in hiding it at this point from her, right?&quot;

Draugrim:<font color="#9933FF">He does.. right into Viceth and Altonor. :|

VAE:<font color="#000000">Proverbs.. prayers.. that's what makes him such an awesome character to play.

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;.. good enough.&quot; |)

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(oh right, hatari went afk...)

* Altonor allows this, laughing &quot;Umph!&quot; XD He mimics a play-growl and commences tussling with the wolf.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sorry, putting ribs in over, 1 more minute

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean.. they do fit the scheme of how Cuthbertians are. Simple language and imagery that conveys what is meant without a shade of doubt

* Viceth just steps back through the doorway. =3=

* Dr. Hatari catches up.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I'm possessed by an undead, ma'am.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt starts and glances back to Sszeyl. &quot;Well, there we go, it's out.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;He naturally reacts to large amounts of positive energy, even though he can't feel it. Since we are linked, I feel it for him.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh -- I see.... And your exorcist knows about this?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;It is difficult even to hear the archons speak, but I'm getting used to it.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He bows reverently to the High Priestess and tries to explain before she can panic. &quot; friend actually has a case of possession, but...a very, very different sort of the one Thomas just combatted earlier. It's very closely tied to our friend, and can't be removed at this time, but we're working on it. He's wearing seals that supress the possession.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;The issue is being resolved progressively, yes.&quot;

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">The elf is just smirking as she watches the wolf keep trying to twist around to play-bite at Altonor. Of course, play-biting froma wolf of that size makes one glad paladins wear full-plate.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That is half the reason an exorcist tags along, ma'am&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; She follows. Altonor gets a murmured response, &quot;I'd like to see an angel. A real, full, empowered one.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We are slowly building up the seals for total supression and final removal.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl frowns a bit at that, but doesn't comment.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;There is a spell that may help with that... at least during the calling. Would you like it?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I'd like to attend this summoning too. It'll be an interesting study for when I begin to call elementals.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;If you don't mind, yes.&quot;

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

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Honestly, who would want to miss this?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh no!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Don't give out on us now!

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The devil we have exorcised would prob'ly pass on the experience..&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Let's call it here for the night.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">So Glitch has to wait a week more.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">The rubber band is on the other claw now, isn't it?!

* Glitch GLARES AT HUGHESNET WITH THE GLARE OF A THOUSAND SUNS. &quot;DON'T YOU DARE DISCONNECT.&quot; *_*

* Luanne Selaren draws a roll of parchment out of her robes, and recites a prayer. Sszeyl is treated with Life Ward! For 11 minutes.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...the casting time for the Calling is ten minutes. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">To Gnogglebolt. &quot;..In a place like this.. the less said, the better. There are certain things that certain prying ears must never hear, lest the results bloom into disaster. But the rough idea..&quot; He nods.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl's only going to get one minute of protection, -if- the summoning started right that secon d. :B

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">Let's rewind, then. :B

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">Ready action: cast when celestial is summoned. :B

* Glitch playfully pokes. &quot;Oh -now- you wanna rewind and retcon&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Teasing. ^^;

* Tomiko Lazarus heads up to the garden. She doesn't care what feeble civilians and devils witness her!

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">I was gonna say.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Anyway. Standing by for DM-vworp, if DM-vworp there be.

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's go, then. Can you pull yourself away from your play-date, Altonor?&quot; |3 The mage folds his arms into his robe sleeves.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">We're going to the garden courtyard. :U

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom stands before the pool of water and looks over the scroll once again, frowning slightly. He prepares mentally before casting.

* Thomas Lazarus looks aside to Gnogglebolt. &quot;Now, remember.. there is a reason I cannot do this on my own yet. There is a chance it could fail..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Um...Hey, Thomas, where are you designating the point of calling?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..But.. I am ready. As ready as I can get.&quot; &gt;:|

* Thomas Lazarus nods!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Well, if it -does- fail, you can try the weaker one, right?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Tomorrow after dawn, yes.&quot;

Ball of Light 5:<font color="#000000">&quot; Can we help? &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you designating the... 'entry point' in the pond, perhaps?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll need to know where to look.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus smiles at the archons. &quot;I.. don't know. Maybe you can.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anything you need me to do, brother?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We'll call out to one of your brothers or sisters, or.. cousins in arms. I don't know what more will happen.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt sidles closer to Thomas. &quot;Just...rememeber what we talked about. Maybe.. try to 'ask' for an Eladrin? If at all possible?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus draws a breath. &quot;Just stand by and offer a prayer, I suppose. I'll begin..&quot;

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

Ball of Light 3:<font color="#000000">The ball of light dims a little bit, and you get a small sense of disapproval, but it's back to full brightness shortly.

* Thomas Lazarus kneels and assumes a look of concentration as he begins reading a chant off from the scroll.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;--Sorry, friends. A priest told me that Eladrin are known for fighting tryannical devils best.&quot; ^^: Gnogglebolt says, looking quite guilty at the archons.

* Swallowtail begins a short prayer in Amayan, as well.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's all a rather pretty-sounding drone of archaic magical nonsense for the first several minutes. But a circle begins to manifest around the pool of water as the unbroken chant in tongues continues.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Oh!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And at the five-minute mark.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt lays out some random materials he procured from his pack (50 gp worth)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Make a technology vs arcana check. *bricked*

Miron:<font color="#000000">Inquisitor Steelsprocket mumbles his own prayers in the meantime.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He stares at them for a moment...focusing intently...and his pupils start crazily dilating and expanding.

* Edaric sits on the grass, watching... unsure whether or not he should start playing his lute too.

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Suddenlly, his hands blur over the pile of materials, assembling some device in secons! (Daily use of Jury Rig Cobble expended.)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*seconds

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(Taking 10 on the craft check, not distracted. Success.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The scroll begins to illuminate in Tom's hands and burn away in a soft white flame. Tom seems to simply know the rest of the worlds by heart, from here, and a floating series of slowly rotating designs mature and grow more ornate by the minute.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">..But is it right? Caster level check: &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 14 + 10 = 24&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; DC 11.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Wait no. The DC was 12.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Ten seconds later... a huge boxy device with all kinds of dials and valve-readers and and antennae sticking out of it.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">But whatever. =w=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Is sitting in front of Gnogglebolt./

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">...but it looks like a stiff breeze could knock it over.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, I'm ready.&quot; Gnogglebolt says, thirty seconds after the five-minute mark.

Glitch whispers: Can I desribe the actually calling effect? Oh please oh please? &quot;D

You whisper to Glitch: Ask Hatari. By the way, do you have a token? ^^;

Glitch whispers: Also, it comes down to this. Leonal Guardinal or Shiradi Eladrin?

Glitch whispers: Yes, I hate tokens prepared.

Glitch whispers: HAVE

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Suddenly a stiff breeze blows through.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">*brick*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The circles manifesting around the pool flash, boom, and become still. Tom draws a long breath after his chant. &quot;Please.. to our guardians on high. The holy ones that serve our gods, and exist to oppose the infinite tyranny of Hell.. please. Answer this call. Send us a champion.&quot;

* You roll to yourself: 1d2 =&gt; 2 You whisper to Glitch: Shiradi, say the dice. Ready?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt takes 10 on his use tech device to activate the strange boxy thing he's made.

Glitch whispers: YES! Just about. Lemme type up the descrip.

* Tomiko Lazarus leans gingerly against a wall in the courtyard and watches the proceedings.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl just stands there.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Waiting for the inevitable.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot; Ah... a celestial calling is a beautiful thing. &quot;

* Luanne Selaren wards Sszeyl now.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">FREEZE CRIMINAL SCUM!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(No token yet, will bring in momentarily) As Thomas completes the chants and prayers...a calm reins over the courtyard. Its as if the sounds themselves are being muted, as everything becomes still and serene.

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( I thought Lia was bring it in. ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">Maybe we'll pull through this.. with the aid of whatever he calls down... and.. there's still enough...

</i> Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Since she warned you a Guardinal might pop up instead. ))

Glitch:<font color="#000000">A rune-inscribed circle of light appears over the water, strengthened by the Lantern Archons.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(Already taken care of. I was prepared to play both either way)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">There were plots. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain. *Jedi mind trick gesture*

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( But what if *gasp* it's an -Archon-?! ))

* Thomas Lazarus has finishes the spell. He's looking up at the light with a worried frown.

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

VAE whispers: Oh bastet. When your net improves I so have to send you this music pack.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Suddenly...an almighty otherworldly screech splits the sky, as a meteor-like bolt of light phases through the ceiling, impacting the ground! A shockwave goes through the courtyard, everyone can feel its force--and yet, nothing is truly disturbed. The water in the pond is as glasslike as ever. Even the blades of grass around the couryard all bend...but nothing breaks.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;The number you are trying to reach is disconnected. Please hang up and try again.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">*shot*

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">Oh my... it's a good thing the courtyard is open. {:3;;; *brick'd*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl spasms violently a moment, but gets himself under control quickly.

Sszeyl: <font color="#CC0066">&quot;Ow.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor shields his eyes from the flare and grabs his cross again.

* Thomas Lazarus is wide-eyed.

* Tomiko Lazarus stops leaning on the wall and peers. &quot;...&quot;

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">And, resting in the middle of the pond, with air steaming off of it...is what looks like a giant ball of bronze-colored feathers. Closer inspection reveals it's actually as a giant buird had spread its wings and folded them in front of itself. Slowly, the wings part...and the figure within begins to stand up.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">* I'm pretty sure everyone else is, too. :o

Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( I swear, if the token loads in as red X.. *bricked* ))

Tokens dropped onto map 'Yoriver - Temple of Pelor'* Thomas Lazarus is fazed for some time.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He eventually murmurs, &quot;Thank you.&quot;

Ball of Light 1:<font color="#000000">&quot; Welcome. &quot;

Ball of Light 1:<font color="#000000">That was welcome to the shiradi, I'm not stealing your thanks. D: *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I was wondering. :B

Ball of Light 1:<font color="#000000">Stealing is dishonorable!

</i> *brick'd*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Looks like a winged elf.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus blinks a few times before speaking up.

Shiradi Eladrin:<font color="#000000">It draws itself up to its full height...a whopping 11 feet. Its skin is as bronze as its wings. It as pointed ears like an elf--but the lobes are serrated. The creatre has long, wavy black hair...that is literally waving, defying gravity. Its eyes are currently closed. Starting at its right shoulder, a golden rope coils around and down its arm, ending at its hand, where it clutches a small sphere of metal. The sphere is prominantly engraved with the symbol of Kord.

VAE:<font color="#000000">It'd be more impressive if not for the ton of typos

Shiradi Eladrin:<font color="#000000">The creature opens its eyes. They are orbs of white light. It looks down at Thomas.

Shiradi Eladrin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Our city is beset by Hell. Our forces are in disarray, our allies question one another amidst the quagmire of fiendish lies, and we are close to overwhelmed.&quot;

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

Shiradi Eladrin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lazarus&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+21 = 11 + 21 = 32&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Religion .. .I have never seen such a thing

VAE:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 1 + 8 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Planar for that matter .. .I have never seen such a thing

Shiradi Eladrin:<font color="#000000">The creatre stares with a blank expression...that gradually spreads into a warm smile. You can feel the goodness of this creature. &quot;I am Serierrr...and I have answered your call.&quot;

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

Shiradi Eladrin:<font color="#000000">*creature

VAE:<font color="#000000">for fuck's sake, how can someone make this much typos, tech

Glitch:<font color="#000000">yes, thank you. Pardon the typo demons. This thing will exorcise them shortly. :B

* Tomiko Lazarus is slack-jawed in awe. &quot;...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">An intimidated-looking Thomas nods. owo;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt is ditto. So much he's even forgotten to look at his device for a few moments.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">The data is corrupt.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">The being suddenly freezes...and its expression becomes stony as it stares off into space. It sniffs the air.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Oh look XCOM is done loading. *chunks angel, shuts off server, goes plays*

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

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tomi storms up practically knocking Thomas aside. &quot;Are -- you -- Serierrr -- part of Kord's divine host?!&quot; &gt;8o

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

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot; ...I smell them.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron just stares... For no matter how long he'll live this will probably go down as the most.. eventful day of his life. On the other hand, an odd sense of confidence and determination seems to slowly set in.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I sense them.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">No, that's just Miron.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">*brick

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I feel them.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">The being bares its pointed teeth. &quot;The Enemy Below.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I wonder how long it takes him to look this way when he smells the dragon.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus makes room and recomposes himself.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;....They're here.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">who's he coping a feel off of?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Angels clearly live and breathe blinding flashes of the obvious

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">You can see the thing's muscles ripple and tense...but it seems to calm itself.

VAE:<font color="#000000">and blinding flashes for that matter

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Technically it's not an angel, it's an eladrin. *brick'd*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Vernacular!! *bricked*

VAE:<font color="#000000">My character rolled a 1 on Knowledge Planar. I am excused.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hell, I could call it an obyrith and be excused

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">He looks down at Tomiko, and smiles. &quot;Why yes, I am. I serve the Brawler.&quot; He turns back to Thomas. &quot;Thomas. Lazarus.&quot; He repeats. &quot;You can called me for a reason.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Speak your need. Tell me of why I am here.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">You can called me for a reason

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh bastet

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">*you HAVE called me

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Tech. Check before posting. |D

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Don't know where that came from. Sorry. @_@

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Okay okay will doubel check all lines from now on

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(I'm sory! Dx )

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">That's good technophile. |P

Glitch:<font color="#000000">AAACGh

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I an angels of Kord but i donno speak The english much well.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You guys are like teenagers that boo at children's music recitals. &gt;:P

Altonor:<font color="#000000">Since you're occupied, mighty celestial, may I exercise the ability to exorcise the typo demons? :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Yes, yes you may. :B

* Thomas Lazarus nods. &quot;We've dispatched several dozen Baatezu already. ... But it doesn't seem like there's any end. The city's ruler.. the law enforcement..&quot;

* Altonor goes a-smitin' behind the fourth wall |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..We do not know who or how many have fallen under their sway.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hatari - hearing it speak in Lost in Translation -grade english kinda breaks the mood

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">While Thomas talks, Serrierr seems to notice the lantern archons. &quot;Oh! Guiding Beacons! Good to see you, allies.&quot; He turns his head back to Thomas, it seems he didn't miss anything.

* Tomiko Lazarus looks like she has completed a life's goal or something. Fists clenched. *_*!!!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(nipped two typos there.)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Afk a sec. Oven timer.

Ball of Light 1:<font color="#000000">&quot; Welcome, Serrierr. Your presence brings light to this darkened town. &quot; The lanterns bob in unison.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrier nods back to the lights. &quot;I thought my approach was a little more precice than usual. Thank you for helping bring me in.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">... precice?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">*precice, precise?

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">That one I just plain keep forgetting.

VAE:<font color="#000000">how the fuck do you people do this

* Altonor smites typo demon. &gt;:D

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">*aliens meme guy pose* English.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Danman; my typing goes to hell when I'm riled up. @_@

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">We've noticed.

VAE:<font color="#000000">My typing goes to hell when I'm tired.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I return with the usual akellon feast.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Entire rack of BBQ spare ribs.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">At 11pm your time.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I shall now burn the fuck out of my fingers because they're still too hot.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">=3=

VAE:<font color="#000000">heh. I just ate a meat tin with crackers and old old bread

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrier looks back down. &quot;Tell me more, Thomas Lazarus. Tell me everything you can, and for what purpose you have specifically brought me here for.&quot;

* Liatai jealouses. &gt;:d

* VAE jealoues too!

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I want you to bone my sister, and beget children.&quot;

Glitch whispers: By the way. Just so you know.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">*all of the knives*

* VAE stabs

* Dr. Hatari adds extra knives.

* Ghostwish announces knife shortage.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I thought it was Count Montclare who had a big one

Glitch whispers: Shiradi Eladrin have See Invisibility, Discern Lies, and 'Blessed Sight' as permanent effects.

VAE:<font color="#000000">But.. I s'ppose he's no match for an angel of kord

VAE:<font color="#000000">hell, kord in slovak means rapier or such.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">There is only one picture appropiate enough for this: http://www.halolz.com/2011/05/10/soldier-moon/

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Train of thought disrupted by penis PARTY Y U DO DIS

Glitch whispers: See Invisibility and Discern Lies (DC 20) are both PHB, Blessed Sight is BoED. Basically, it's suped-up Detect Evil. Out to 120 feet, instant detect rather than focus for rounds

Liatai:<font color="#000000">This is getting to be almost as bad as the Church of the Golden Solar Dick. =3=; *brick'd*

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Sniper Yoko.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">not you too liatai

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh right, Rail wasn't a part of the game for that one. :B

* Thomas Lazarus offers a sheepish smile. &quot;..Well..&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'll elucidate in chat.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;To be frank.. what needs done still isn't wholly clear to me. We're gathering our strength.. and we have a vague idea of who our foe is. Or what.. direction they lie in. But there's a battle ahead of us, and a crisis to overturn.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus adopts a resolute look. &quot;Help us fight them back, and save Yoriver from their evil. Help us wipe them from this world. Please.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">AND HERE COMES THE CAT :T

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">The Eladrin nods. &quot;I see. Worry not, Thomas Lazarus, the way is rarely so clear. Why, it is in such times of darkness that help is asked of us in the first place. And...so you need me to stay here, for some time...I see...&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus: <font color="#FF0000">Ask him how much he can bench! *BRICKED*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Quiet. &gt;:T

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr looks around. &quot;This town...it is dripping in the Eternal Enemies. They have infested this place. They have it in a tyrannical grip, I can see...see....&quot; The Eladrin looks off to the left.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;....Hold that thought for one moment, please.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Don't move.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">It can't see us if we don't move.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">The Eladrin then steps out of the pond and walks across the courtyard....straight for Lyle. It doesn't 'look' agressive, but is a brisk...and -very- focused walk.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">o_o;

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

* Thomas Lazarus looks over and -- &quot;Oh -- ouah -- ahh!&quot; He follows. D: Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that --&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Waitwaitwaithe'sokay he helped us call you in the first place!&quot; ^^;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is..what is it doing..&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">It floats over the benches, then grabs Lyle by his neck, lifts him up off the ground, and presses him against the wall. Yet...he seems calm. It is also obvious he's not actually strangling the man. Serrierr is simply boring into the man with even, expressionless eyes.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;In Saint Cuthbert's name..&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Put him down.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;What in the world..&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, I know.&quot; Serrierr says, seemingly in response to Thomas, though he doesn't turn his head. &quot;That's part of the reason I'm disappointed. Pardon me.&quot; Serrier then seems to speak to Lyle, &quot;...Why?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;:. &quot;...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl is standing on the pews. And in close proximity to the celestial.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Oh -gods- this hurts.

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Sir angel! He's a malconvoker, not a --&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I know what he is. I'm asking why.&quot; Serrierr says, as if he's discussing the weather over tea.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tom... bloody do something.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Serrierr: &quot;The sign said.. no.. SMOKINNGGGGG!!!~!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You have summoned him.. he .. you should..&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I know what you do. I can see their stink on you. It clings to you...but it is not in you.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;And so....why? Why would you pact with them?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;How about we not start something. The celestial isn't trying to kill him yet.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;When it'll kill him it'll be too late.&quot;

* Lyle Petersen dangles. &quot;-- perhaps -- we could talk -- when my feet are on the ground please -- great shiradi eladrin?&quot; ^^;;;;;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can tell the ritual used to Call me came from your hands.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr considers, then lowers his arm until Lyle's feet are on the ground. But his hand is still firmly clamped over his throat, holding him against the wall.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That line took far too long to type because I was snerking over the no-smoking bit. XD

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;You have great potential. You have the power, the capacity, to Call upon those like me.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Yet you choose the Ones Below.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">can't. interfere.. player.. eating ribs.. *bricked*

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;....Why?&quot; Serrierr is continuing to speak in a perfectly calm voice.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Because they don't grab my fucking neck every time?

* Ghostwish smears peanut butter all over Hatari's face.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">On the contrary, neck-grabbing is just par for the course in this field -- usually with something smaller though okay calm down Lyle it's just another extraplanar being.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Meanwhile, Gnogglebolt's been writing information from his boxy antennae-ridden device on autopilot while mostly staring wide-eyed in the Shiradi's direction..up until the box simply crumbles apart.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;... The legions of the damned are infinite. If good is to stand a chance against the tides of evil, evil must be turned against itself to devour itself. I don't suppose -- the Brawler's court is highly concerned with the Vital Pact or other such treatises of mortals, great eladrin...&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;You are correct in that we don't concern ourselves overmuch with the Pacts. There are a few rules even we cannot break, but they are not as many as you would think.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But, both the Legions are not as infinited as you would believe, and neither would your work truly affect it in the greater scheme of things. Oh, I can certainly appreciate turning an enemy against themselves...it's a favorite tactic of us....&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">as infinited

VAE:<font color="#000000">for bastet's sake

* VAE summons an avatar of bastet

Altonor:<font color="#000000">Missed one. *smites typo quasit*

Glitch:<font color="#000000">infinite!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl is still standing there. All 8| faced.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The typos are far less garrish than your incessant bitching, shush.

VAE:<font color="#000000">you are all covered in cat fur

* Thomas Lazarus raises a hand meekly. &quot;Uhm...&quot; ^^;;;; &quot;Excuse me.. but, m'lord Serrierr. Please forgive Mr. Petersen. He's one of many of our motley forces. Many of us have sinned.. some greater than others.. but we are all aligned together to save this city from Them.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Ears bleeding slightly. Ow.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...but the methods in which you do it...Every time you open the rift of Calling, energy seeps through. Even you cannot stop the essense of malevolence from getting through...though, I will also admit that in the long run, it has as much of an effect as you turning the infernals against each other.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">hatari, not when each of them hits you in the face like this. I .. that's why I tend to have decent spelling.. on the other side, t notice them a lot

VAE:<font color="#000000">like the t above

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Opinions. &gt;:O Shoosh.

VAE:<font color="#000000">That said, once this chat is done... it is almost 5AM

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr releases Lyle, though it seems not in response to Thomas. His expression...is one of sadness. &quot;I'm...just disappointed. I am sad for you. Sad that you would choose that path. You could be a powerful beacon for our kind if you tried.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But I cannot force you into anything. You are not yet Darkened. I cannot take away your freedom.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Yet you did so a few seconds ago.

* Lyle Petersen rubs his throat. &quot;... I would not dare attempt to distract your kind from your holy work when you are needed elsewhere, eladrin.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">By having his neck against the wall.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">LOGIC.

* Thomas Lazarus steps forward. &quot;Please, leave Lyle be. That isn't what I called you here for.&quot; {:|

VAE:<font color="#000000">Logic is a thing from hell :4

VAE:<font color="#000000">I believe a certain Mr. Luther called it the devil's whore.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr shakes his head sadly. &quot;We're not so busy that we cannot answer the calls of those in need, when we are asked.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;....we simply must be asked first.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;....I leave you with this... Lyle. Petersen. You are marked. When I return to the Above, I will be watching you. Whether you stay on your current path and successfully resist the Darkening, or forsake it is your choice, but know this...if you Darken...if an innocent is harmed in your crossfire...I will return, and free your soul, and allow it to go to its final resting place.&quot;

* Dr. Hatari finishes ribs :9

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">The Eladrin floats backwards away.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And then one is surprised why nobody summons these.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">He rises up over Sszeyl. &quot;Pardon me.&quot; And floats down on the other side.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Malconvokers get this kind of thing a lot. His insurance premiums are terrible.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Not.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">whoever wrote that, you win

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr finally looks back at Thomas. &quot;...Anyway. Where were we?&quot; He says, jovial as can be.

* Thomas Lazarus clears his throat nervously. ^^;

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

* Lyle Petersen has lost his cigarette in the moment... and after a moment, rummages around in his coat and shakily draws out a new one, trying to light it. .... the spell doesn't seem to be working. =3=;;;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That seems like a decent endpoint to me, unless there's an objection.

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot; ... Do you need a hand? &quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">I second it

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot; No, no, I've got it... &quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Not going to do the actual 'bargaining' part?

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Thirded. :v

Glitch:<font color="#000000">It actually will be very short.

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

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, Thomas Lazarus....&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I forgot about that.

VAE:<font color="#000000">it's 5AM already, and we haven't got... last week's noms and XP in either

* Lyle Petersen doesn't got it. =3=;;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--O-oh!&quot; &gt;:o

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will help you. In any fight against The Enemy, I will help you.&quot;

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

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;But as you may know...our assistance still doesn't come lightly.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods, looking serious.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But in this case, lighter than you may think, given the task for which you have brought me here before.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also, I will claw the hell out of Kaf for not posting a reply yet.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why, it seemed only last century when I stepped through a Gate all on my own to do battle with an incursion.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Because you have brought me here for the purpose of fighting The Enemy...&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Instead of a donation to places of worship, I merely ask two tasks of you.&quot; He looks around. &quot;Of all of you.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; I.. I'm afraid I don't even know what would be appropriate recompense. I'm sorry.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus listens up.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">He holds up a hand and waves it slightly. &quot;Find out where they came from.&quot; He then smirks.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">*One, find out...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Absolutely.&quot; &gt;:|

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;And two...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Already on our mission objectives, I believe..&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">You get a...not even a telepathic communication, but everyone just gets a... feeling of 'Exactly.'

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">*in response to Tathi

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...This town is in their grip. Tyranny reings. There was a cause for this. somehow, they got through to establish this hold.&quot;

* VAE 's teeth grit

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;....You all have marks of destiny about you. When this is all over, when the infernals are driven from this place...&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">By the way one of your kittyfaces was a :4

Altonor:<font color="#000000">They keep multiplying! A true battle for the ages! &gt;:3 *smite smite smite*

VAE:<font color="#000000">yes. bladetongue

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't care how you do it. I don't care what it takes. I charge you with personally ensuring this does not happen again.&quot;

* VAE licks everyone with his tongue of doom.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">His muscles tense and his grip on his weapon tightens. &quot;This opression......&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods resolutely. &quot;I.. I wouldn't settle for any less!&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is unconciousable.&quot; (okay, I -really- don't know how to spell that one and don't want to take the time to dictionary it.)

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I cannot guarantee that.&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">just goolge it hehe

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">^

Glitch:<font color="#000000">yeah, don't have time for that. Browser is slow and locked up. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also.. this oppression..as if he didn't just press us into something that will take forever.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hatari wins a cookie.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well we did kind of summon him into a war.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrier glances over at Sszeyl. &quot;That is my price for my assistance. Assuredly, I will help you all myself in this goal.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;But ensuring it is sealed and carried out is up to you.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I hope this last demand is within reason, yes? If we are dealing with one of the lower tiers of the Nine Hells.. well.. best we can do is cut them off. It'll take more than mortal means to rout them out.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I've long since sworn an oath to settle for nothing less.&quot; He knits his brow. &quot;Whatever it takes. You have a deal.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">He looks over to Tathi. &quot;Oh, no no no. Driving them out is a given. I mean after. There was a breakdown in the government and politics of this town that allowed this to happen.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...your Crown of Akellon will be investigating the aftermath.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">And so Thomas unwittingly sells his soul to heaven in an ironic twist of fate. Moral philosophers are baffled.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">X3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Leaden Mace will oversee that the traitors are purged, and that not a day shall see this town in ... shame of this kind.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;They will listen to you, and I charge you with ensuring the safeguards are put into place that this corruption cannot occurr again in this town.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrier looks back to Thomas. &quot;Then, Thomas. Lazarus.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;We have an accord.&quot;

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

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;All my powers, skills, and knowledge are at your disposal.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">That said

VAE:<font color="#000000">there were devils and diabolists here for ages

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">kinda like Blackskulls in Castleton

VAE:<font color="#000000">so... eh. I suppose an eladrin doesn't have to be objective

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well I guess we have a pretty good excuse to tell them to tighten up their act. =3=c

GM:<font color="#000000">Let's get noms out of the way, then, shall we?

* VAE bangs his hammer. You are excused.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will stay for as long as your ritual spell can hold me here, or the infernals are driven out, whichever comes first.&quot;

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

* Lyle Petersen still doesn't have that cigarette lit, and not for lack of trying. &gt;_&gt;;;;;;;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Wait till the Kordites check this out. *3*

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Thomas - Between a gnome and a hard head. Gamal - Voice of reason Gnogglebolt - AHAH I AM FREE- WHAT THE FUCK Gnogglebolt - Shalae award. It's a trophy in the shape of a female drow's ass. Miron - I CAN'T ADAPT HALP ME CUTHBURT! Techie - DEM ANGLEZ. AH MEAN. DEM ANGLOS. I MEAN, DEM TYPOS.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Tom for Listen to reason for fuck's sake

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Did you nom someone for typos :P

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Tathi - RIGHTEOUS RAGE Thomas - RIGHTEOUS RAGE Gamal - RIGHTEOUS RAGE Thomas - Exorcism scene! Miron - Internal monologue breakdown

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Gnogglebolt for An enemy a day, keeps sanity away

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...huh?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh yeah. Seconding Miron's meditation. That was uncharacteristically empathic and reasonable for Miron. Well written blurb, too. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">It's more a nom for playing angel, and a joke about the typos. :P

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">*Huh to Miron

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hatari; yeah, I understood that from Ghost. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well,... he did sort of almost attack several people half the time

VAE:<font color="#000000">and it was hillarious

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Miron - blinders on permanently thomas - talking to a brick wal tathi - my name is, you hurt my father, prepare to be yelled at. shank - it didn't hit me, so who cares gnoggle - you cannot hold me back from being there to yell!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Lyle for keeping his cool while held by a fucking eladrin

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So as long as we're this far along..

VAE:<font color="#000000">That takes guts

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">meany - darn too much goodness headaches

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You guys might be surprised how prepared I was for various endings to the first scene.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming.. I'll say Tom, Miron and Sszeyl for the exorcism.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Up to and including Thomas straight up falling and going apeshit.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Oh, I wasn't going to kill him, or even hurt him. That wouldn't be allowed, even for me~ |D

VAE:<font color="#000000">because that was awesome

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">That's because you're a Hatari.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">You're old school.

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

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Where the -bad- endings were canon.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">I just wanted to scare him a little~ |D

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

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">That's allowed~ |D

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Tathi for Dr. Ink's apprentice

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Why thank you Meany. =w=

VAE:<font color="#000000">Because seriously?

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">Keeping one's cool is the only way to keep one's soul and body together when dealing with tricking fiends. I've had practice. Be terrified inside, show a calm cool exterior -- why won't this cigarette light D|

VAE:<font color="#000000">SHe knows how to push buttons so well

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh!

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Here I gotcha. =3= *fwoosh*

VAE:<font color="#000000">The bit with exploring reasons why Miron's family was slaughtered that would have probably him cursing her if not for Tom and Gradia there?

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

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">Seriously do you need a hand. And I know this is coming from the man with one arm.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">And Thomas - &quot;Please mister Eladrin sir don't kill him he's on our side oh gawd what have I done?! D: &quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">I can do it! DX

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">&gt;:3

VAE:<font color="#000000">Like I said Ghost - Dr. Ink would be proud

Glitch:<font color="#000000">'GNOGGLEBOLT DAMMIT THIS IS WHAT I WAS AFRAID OF'

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">If Shankfang were here he would have lit that with gunfire by now. =3=

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">And Nomming Anise for correct frequency broadcast

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Let's see, noms

VAE:<font color="#000000">Like.. she actually got shit across through Miron's skull

VAE:<font color="#000000">that is a feat.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh, nom for all that Drow conversations that were going on, to whoever was involved

Glitch:<font color="#000000">....and. You know. Lia?

* Dr. Hatari noms (Ghost) for Firaira and Draugrim. Always good to bring in more interesting personas! Unless it's into combat. In which case NO VACANCY.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Maybe a nom to everyone in the party for getting through the Livery scene with a zero bodycount. :B

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">It isn't over yet.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">we had plenty f bodycount. it was just devils

Glitch:<font color="#000000">That's why I said the livery scene.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Like they said... this is a temporary alliance

* Thomas Lazarus pulls roleplaying diplomacy with +0 rollplaying diplomacy. *_*

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">http://www.stanleycolors.com/2012/10/mister-buscemi-cant-sleep/

VAE:<font color="#000000">And Hatari ... it wasn't that uncharacteristic. Miron .. cares for a few people, and cares for them rather fervently

VAE:<font color="#000000">besides, there 's this whole issue about traitors in the Mace that'd have been just unacceptable at just about any other time

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">anyways, what else for noms

VAE:<font color="#000000">I think I wanted to nom Tomiko

VAE:<font color="#000000">for asserting the Count has a big one

Glitch:<font color="#000000">GIANT DM

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">YOU WANNA WRASSLE?

VAE:<font color="#000000">this *will* probably become the next big Akellon meme

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Ehhhhn that remains to be seen. Like I told pinkhair, we'll see. =w=

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">YOU CHALLENGIN' ME FO MAH SIZE?

GM:<font color="#000000">I have a big Escape Artist modifier due to squiggliness! Bring it! &gt;:9 ! *brick'd*

Tomiko Lazarus: <font color="#FF0000">Probably a dretch or something totally embarassing.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And antinom to tech for I an angels of Kord but i donno speak The english much well.

VAE:<font color="#000000">or perhaps a nom?

VAE:<font color="#000000">I dunno, it's definitely mentionable, I just can't decide whether positive or negative.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You dropped as many typos, dude. :P

GM:<font color="#000000">Last call!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Not in every post

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Quit being a picky ass. Europeans.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I generally forget quotes or have an excess. This was an eyecrunching galore of misspell, typo and misword.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hummm! Oh

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

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl for &quot;I give zero fucks that you're a celestial don't you kill him.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hatari, for being gone eating fucking ribs while Tom would have been needed.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And... I suppose tech's nom is fair

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Worth it.

VAE:<font color="#000000">That was unexpected and worth it.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Sszeyl: I see you're huge and god-like. That's cool, that's cool.. but you overlooked one major flaw in your plan; PEWS. EVERYWHERE. *Jackie Chans*

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Imagine him beating that eladrin into submission with a pew

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I was gonna do it too.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I have no doubt of it

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Either that or bean him with my seal and let it resolve itself.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">:D

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">'I have DR 10/Evil :|' POWER ATTACK PEW TO FACE FOR 60 DAMAGE!!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">And how did everyone like my description of the Calling itself? :&gt;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Our characters share a certain ... recklessness in some respects, shall we say.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Did I do it justice? :&gt;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Yep.

GM:<font color="#000000">Everyone - 500 XP for exposition and battle! Thomas - 100 XP - TOM SMASH. 100 XP - I'm stong now, too! 100 XP - LISTEN TO REASON FOR THE SUN'S SAKE. 100 XP - Exorcism! Sszeyl - 100 XP - Calm down. *chain loop* 100 XP - Always zen when it counts. Never zen when it doesn't. 100 XP - Goodness headaches. 100 XP - Drowtalk! 100 XP - These are all the fucks I give. Tathi - 100 XP - What no I didn't know that investigator |D;;; 100 XP - Shit has been flipped. 100 XP - NPC award! Igor/Miron - 100 XP - Fuck you in the name of the law! &gt;:O 100 XP - Prayer to Saint Cuthbert. 100 XP - Exorcism! Gnogglebolt - 100 XP - You cannot hold me back from being there to yell! &gt;:O 100 XP - DON'T TOUCH ME &gt;:O 100 XP - NPC award! Gamal - 100 XP - Voice of reason! Shankfang - 100 XP - Sniper! Edaric - 100 XP - Tom-support. Tomi - 100 XP - Out-deviling the devils. Lyle - 100 XP - Cool under threat of smiting. |D;;;; Anise - 100 XP - Correct frequency broadcast. Drow - 100 XP - Drowtalk!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Good job, I think

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, Gamal for endless voice of reason.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">and... you do play a fanatical heavenly thing rather well.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He got it anyways. As usual. :B

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Editing token for noms, standby...

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Seven thousand until level up.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">:v

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">51865/55000

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;48,000+500+100+100+100 = Invalid expression: 48,000+500+100+100+100.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

VAE:<font color="#000000">so, 800 up

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">And now.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;48000+500+100+100+100 = 48000 + 500 + 100 + 100 + 100 = 48800&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">I skyrim.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Peace.

VAE:<font color="#000000">and Igor got 100 for himself for latah

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

</i> VAE:<font color="#000000">I'll add when minisession happens

VAE:<font color="#000000">That said,... when does Lia think a good time for that one would be?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Token editied, saving...

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Token edited and saved.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">VAE: and... you do play a fanatical heavenly thing rather well.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hmmm. Well, it doesn't need many tokens, so it could be any time. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I will.. restrain from comment.. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Glitch does.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Tomorrow, say?

VAE:<font color="#000000">To get it off our necks while it's fresh

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well, none of my character's heavenly

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Campaign saved!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Closing thoughts: D'awwww Swallowtail still has her cute kitty costume. |D

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Fighting evil in a catgirl suit

VAE:<font color="#000000">she's a superhero

VAE:<font color="#000000">Her powers include common sense

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was going to change her out of it... but then realized, &quot;when would she ICly have time to change? |D;;; &quot;

* Liatai is brick'd.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also Ghost?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Love your nom titles

VAE:<font color="#000000">Still laughing at drow ass trophy

VAE:<font color="#000000">and HALP CUTHBURT I CANT ADAPT

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">XP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Haha, and you don't even know the story behind the drow ass trophy, do you? x3

VAE:<font color="#000000">fuck, that sort of thing should carry noms on itself

VAE:<font color="#000000">probably not

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Well, that was much fun. |D

VAE:<font color="#000000">is it half as hillarious as it sounds?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also, did lia react to the proposal of sorting it out tomorrow?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">If I'm awake and you're awake, sure, we can knock it out tomorrow. :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">alternately, wednesday could work

* VAE noddeth

VAE:<font color="#000000">Saving log

VAE:<font color="#000000">oh, lia, you got off cap net now?

* VAE intent on sending across musics, both two steps from hell and what he was listening to today

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Black Mesa: Source!

VAE:<font color="#000000">good luck hatari

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No, another hour and a half to go until that. ^^;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I start it up, you join skype.. but you only permit the transfers once your net is fast

VAE:<font color="#000000">in the hour and half

VAE:<font color="#000000">you get what I mean, right?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Honestly I'll probably be asleep. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">ah well

Glitch:<font color="#000000">so...back to ze irc? :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">We'll see a time when both of us are awake, one day

VAE:<font color="#000000">And yes

* VAE jumps ship

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Back to IRC! Server may go down at your leisure, spectral one. :3

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

</i> Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Yay! Savin'.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">DONE. DELETIN'. TAKIN' DOWN

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

</i> You have disconnected.

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