Session 135

Meany has connected.

 Glitch has connected.

 RAM has connected.

 Arcalane has connected.

 Meany:So quiet.

Meany::V

Arcalane:I was starting to think MapTool had bugged out and was just not showing anything since I'd connected. |D

Liatai:Yeah, no, just quiet. x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I hope enough people connect to start the game before I need to head out. ^^;

RAM:<font color="#000000">Critters?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">head out...for an hour or so? Or for the day?

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Because if it/' sjust one of those one-hour visits, go, shoo, go take care of it now like we always tell you :U

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Should hopefully be less than an hour each time, but I'm going to have to duck out twice due to timing of the wedding. :B

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No can do, sir. I was given specific times this time, since the people are going to be out late due to wedding. Once in about three hours, and again about four hours after that.

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

* Glitch contincues bouncing

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

* RAM injects Glitch with sedatives.

* Liatai offers this. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vqjIA9ZrqPs

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...this is bouncy, too xD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Slightly more thematic. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9QYo50tFm6w

* Glitch is -still- listening to this &quot;Vivi's Theme&quot;... xD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Is catchy, no? :3 FF9 had good music.

* Glitch also has a weakness for -good- catchy music-loops

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...think I put emphasis on the wrong word there. Oh well.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... I think the bouncy music disgruntled my cat. :B She made a noise like a drowsy bee and sauntered away.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">awww |D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your cheer ruined my nap. :/ &quot;

Arcalane:<font color="#003399">&quot;Stop having fun.&quot; &gt;:c

Glitch:<font color="#000000">heh. Lia, I've told you before how mys sister has song-ADD, and will sometimes when listening to a song, cut it short and switch to a different one?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">And if I'm listening at the time, it just grates my mind and I go &quot;Waaaugh!&quot; when the song suddenly stops?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Probably part of the reason I'm weak to well-done loops without end.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I can listen to them for a long time.... xP

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ah. Vivi's theme finally ended on it's own.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Now to click that second link. :B

Arcalane:<font color="#003399">Guess I better not mention the psf/etc. looping formats and plugins for Winamp then :V

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hmm. Banjo-kazooie. :.

Meany:<font color="#000000">So.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Ghost can't make it, Hatari can't make it, Vae can't make it.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">-does- have a wintery-feel with the blowing wind and...that shakey-instrument thing in the background.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Is Railock away as well?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...and the banjo-kazooie theme finally ended. Ah heh.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Well, the poncle theme is well gone from my head, for now at least, so there's that. xP

RAM:<font color="#000000">VAE never said he can't make it.

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

</i> RAM:<font color="#000000">He just has to finish whatever he's doing with his computer first.

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">here

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">are we actually starting or waiting?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">waiting for danman

Glitch:<font color="#000000">and if his comp is well and truly bork'd, we might have to run some extra filler faire. :B

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

</i> Meany:<font color="#000000">Burn witch.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Get out the way.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Get out the way, witch.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's a somebody! :D

Meany:<font color="#000000">Get out the way.

Arcalane:<font color="#003399">Who let him in here.

Arcalane:<font color="#003399">:V

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

Meany:<font color="#000000">We're two down with you here, Ghost.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Thus enough to proceed. :V

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">YOU GAVE ME THE KEY AND THE LOVE LETTER AND EVERYTHING.

Arcalane:<font color="#003399">That wasn't a love letter, it was an invoice. For repairs. &gt;:|

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">I wasn't driving!

GM:<font color="#000000">OKAY! How's everybody doing today? :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Really need to use the bathroom. =3= *dashes away*

Glitch:<font color="#000000">shit I was just about to type up something elsewhere

* Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth smashes tathi's head in before she fireballs someone

GM:<font color="#000000">Character question while folks settle in. &quot;Is your character an introvert or an extrovert?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Definitely an extrovert. :3

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

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">extro

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000"> intro

Malcolm Walker:<font color="#000000">Introvert.

Jason Storm:<font color="#000000">Extrovert with some introverted tendencies.

GM:<font color="#000000">This isn't on the list, but let's talk entertainment. What's your character's preferred form of entertainment? Books? Music? Theater? Fights? People-watching?

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

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

</i> Tullia:<font color="#000000">Introvert.

Tullia:<font color="#000000">I enjoy music, when I can get time for it. Books are nice, but I have never been able to really 'get into' the story. I enjoy the tale, but cannot picture myself there.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">As if you need to ask. :B Music! Though I can appreciate a good bit of storytelling; or a play, though I haven't seen many. Most of the books I read are collections of short stories, travelogues, and things like that. It's easier for me to learn things if I hear them aloud instead of just reading them, and it's easiest for me to follow a book if it's written more like people naturally speak than like a textbook.

Adulian:<font color="#000000">Introvert. And, heh, music obviously. |3

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">I enjoy plays, though I have not had much time to see any here. Back in Amaya, I would often use my earnings to attend shows. Most of the books I read are nonfiction or philosophical in nature,. The language barrier has been very annoying.

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

</i> Adulian:<font color="#990000">Dance, specifically.

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

</i> Malcolm Walker:<font color="#000000">... I don't know. Stories, I guess? Stories like the ones told around a campfire at night.

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

</i> Edaric:<font color="#000000">... But dance isn't music. Unless you mean something like tapdancing? :.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">You dance to music. Close enough.

Jason Storm:<font color="#000000">I do enjoy the theater, though I suppose that's only natural considering my parentage.

GM:<font color="#000000">... Who's here, anyway?

* Ghostwish is back

Arcalane:<font color="#003399">Shhh. They're just pinin' for the fjords.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">present-ish. Rapidly trying to type something elsewhere, a little distracted.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">I enjoy my painting. And the paintings of others.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Music speaks to me, but I will not allow it as deep as it wishes to be. That would be foolish; allowing a weakness to form where it does not exist already.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">Yar!

Adulian:<font color="#990000">Just ordered pizza!

GM:<font color="#000000">Mmkay, I've got about an hour before I need to head out, so let's get things rocking. Who's ready to start?

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">SMASH!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">crap, uh, yeah sure I guess

Arcalane:<font color="#003399">You don't sound very confident. :b

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Head out? How long will you be gone?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Trying to nutshell Eberron to someone. Everyone here knows how -that- goes. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">Last session on Akellon... Plantaportation! The Guardians decided to take a shortcut and, instead of trekking up the mountains, teleported to Skydragon Citadel.

GM:<font color="#000000">The guards were less than pleased, but things were smoothed over decently enough.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">An hour or so, maybe less. Gotta go take care of some doggies. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Okiedokie. I'll shower then.

* Ghostwish drapes sweaty, smelly self on glitch.

GM:<font color="#000000">The party was then led to one of the courtyards in the Citadel to wait while arrangements were made for their meeting with Calaserian. They spent some time chatting with the -- hang on I'm not leaving yet. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">-- residents, and caught their first glimpse of Calaserian... though not in the way they expected. Seems the elder dragon had been trying to make a break for it.

GM:<font color="#000000">We pick up shortly after that event, as the courtyard begins to repopulate and regain its usual noise level...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Right picking up directly where I left off last time

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks over at the two dragons by the fountain, closes his eyes for a moment to steel himself, and walks over slowly. He very softly clears his throat, and speaks in the most respectful voice he can muster. &quot;Ah...good dragons? If you please, could I ask something of you?&quot;

Silver Dragon Prophet:<font color="#000000">The dragons, and the sorceress they were talking to, peer down at Gnogglebolt.

* Young Silver Dragon looks vaguely disappointed about something, but pays Gnogglebolt polite attention.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Well, that happened.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;That happened.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hi. Ah, I'm one of the adventurers who just arrived and brought the 'wyrmseed' here. While we're waiting on Calasarian to do his business with the seal, we were intending to help out with the invasion problem around here, but we find ourselves woefully uninformed, and I was wondering--if it's not a bother--if you could ask one of the elders if maybe they could grant us audience when convenient so that we can be brought up to speed on things around here?&quot; Gnogglebolt says, in the most respectful voice he can muster.

* Silver Dragon Prophet scoffs lightly. &quot;Calaserian. If you're to meet with him, at least do him the respect of pronouncing his name correctly.&quot;

Young Silver Dragon:<font color="#000000">&quot; (Be polite. He doesn't have a dragon's tongue.) &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Calaserian, that's my bad. And he is, ah, quite preoccupied at the moment, so I was hoping maybe there could be another dragon around here who could inform us of the goings-on around here...&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ten gold we get roped into fixing this problem on our own.&quot; |3

Silver Dragon Prophet:<font color="#000000">&quot;You would be best served waiting your turn to speak with the elders.&quot;

Young Silver Dragon:<font color="#000000">&quot;They're likely trying to bring the hall up to a temperature that's more comfortable for your forms.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, of course. Very well then. Thank you for your time. We will wait.&quot; Gnogglebolt bows and retreats.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">That explains the frost bite.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Wait.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">I'm black.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">How do I tell if I have frostbite?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">ight, I got nothing else at the moment.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">I AIN'T GOT SHIT! |B

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well, thank goodness that's over with. Tathi-&quot; He starts, but the wood elf is dashing off. &quot; Dangit. &quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">They headed north, right?

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Does --&quot; Aaaaaand yep they headed north. :B

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi's storming off, apparently quite intent on following. &gt;:|

Jerrash of the Climbing Frost:<font color="#000000">The feline guard sets Candlestand down, and the two guards move to block the doorway.

* Edaric follows quickly. &quot;Tathi -- wait wait wait what are you doing?!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Going after him.&quot; She says curtly.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;And then what?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Get him out of the place that treats him like absolute garbage!&quot; She says, as if it were obvious. Oh Tathi..

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( I see the latest log isn't up. =3= ))

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thus kidnapping someone easily your peer, angering his immediate family, invalidate the years of work his family has put in to make him as accepted as he is; ignoring the fact that no matter who you are or where you are there are racists, and pissing off a mountain of dragons.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&gt;:|

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;A wizard should know better.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not to mention if you end up causing too much trouble here, Tathi, they probably won't let you see your brother.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(nice xD )

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tulia gets the most incredolous look. &quot; Oh gods, another Sszeyl.. &quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Who said anything about kidnapping? Hrm? Here's a hint; YOU.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;You are stealing someone from their home against their will.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;That is kidnapping.&quot;

* Adulian whispers in Ed's ear.

Massira of the Climbing Frost:<font color="#000000">The nearby kids are peeking around their draconic teacher, wide-eyed. o.o

Adulian:<font color="#990000"> &quot;Is this a...normal thing for her?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Okay, explain this. How exactly is convincing him to leave of his own will kidnapping?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Or are you just going to keep jumping to conclusions?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot; ... Yeah. She's fiery as the spells she uses. &quot; ^^;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you going to keep being stupid, or sit back, cool down, and consider the situation?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot; I'm just hoping she's not going to start throwing magic around. &quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000"> &quot;I have a spell that should bind her pretty well, if it comes to that.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;You -just got here-. You don't even know his full name yet, or why he stays here as-is, and presume to convince him to leave?&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait your turn, talk to the elders, ask your questions intelligently and with the forethought expected of wizards, and you will know the full situation enough to plan if he can be convinced to leave at all. Or if it is him you need to convince.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Are you still talking?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I stopped listening and dismissed you after you called me stupid.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000"> &quot;Kind of rude, too.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tathi, that's the opposite of trying to prove you're well-behaved enough to visit a dragon citadel's library and get involved in their politics.&quot; ^^; &quot;She's been here longer than we have by a long shot; she can give you the score.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well enough. Our display has given the guards time to see you, I've told them you're a wizard, they know how to stop you, and by trying to talk you down, I have grounds to stop you myself if you push it.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;You should take lessons in diplomacy from Gnogglebolt. You might actually learn something.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">SICK BURN!

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Diplomacy is only when both sides are willing to listen. This isn't diplomacy, it's a threat.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Leave me out of this!&quot; A gnome's voice calls from across the courtyard.

Jerrash of the Climbing Frost:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ma'am, you are not going inside until you calm down. Classes are in session, and the children have been disturbed enough already today.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000"> &quot;This is escalating...&quot;

* Adulian readies for intervention!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;CALM DOWN-&quot; Tathi screeches a second, and for one, hair-raising moment, flames spring up around her hands.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">But she grits her teeth, seething, and dismisses them in a puff of smoke, heading off and muttering.

* Adulian tenses for a moment, but relaxes once Tathi heads off.

* Jerrash of the Climbing Frost readies his polearm, and the guard next to him raises a hand in a spellcasting gesture... and then they watch her walk off, remaining at their posts.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF"> Yeah there's a reason I'm standing all the way over here. I know her blast radius well. =3=;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;I was certain that was not going to end well.&quot; &gt;.&gt;

* Edaric sighs a bit. &quot;... Sorry about that. She's a... little hot-tempered. Is there anything we can do while we wait?&quot;

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Should we...take action to stop her?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Frankly, if she hasn't learned to keep a lid on her emotions by now, getting smacked down would do her some good.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; I'll try talking to her later.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;If the rules have not changed, you may explore with guard accompanyment.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Only if she takes action.. She flares up like that, but really? She won't pick a fight she can't win. She's actually quite the tactician.. It's just.. scary what she might do to win.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;She's, uh... talked about golems recently..&quot; ^^;;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;The courtyard is open to all; you may preform, ply crafts, entertain how you wish.&quot;

Massira of the Climbing Frost:<font color="#000000">&quot; Scarrrrrry fire lady. &quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Fireball Happy Tathi. That's her nickname..&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay I'm going to head out, RP amongst yourselves if you wish. ^^;

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( SHOWER TIME! *dumps sweaty clothes on RAM* ))

Glitch:<font color="#000000">yeah, was about to say, seems like a good place for ze pause

* Glitch goes to get snax

* RAM shreds the clothes.

* RAM uses the clothes to make explosives.

* RAM uses them to explode Ghost's shower.

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000">about how long will you be gone for?

Arcalane:<font color="#003399">about an hour, give or take, I think?

RAM:<font color="#990000">Yep, about an hour.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;... you guys want to hear a scary fact?&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Define 'scary.'&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Tathi's quite calm and sane compared to some of her ancestors.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Did I define scary?&quot; =3=

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Not so much scary as astonishing, honestly.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well, that's more some of their exploits. Some of them did some very.. crazy things.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;If they were worse than Tathi, I'm surprised they survived long enough to continue the family.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot; Crazy is sexy maybe? &quot; ^^;;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I will never forget the immortal words, straight from Ambaargh herself, when discussing Kria's advances on Dan in a webcast;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do not stick it in the crazy&quot;

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( And from every single corner of the world, from every single mountaintop, and one night stand, they boomed... ))

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( ''YOLO... ))''

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( *RUNS* ))

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Sexy or no, if Tathi hadn't controlled herself just now I wouldn't have been surprised if the guards outright killed her.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;If her ancestors were like you say...&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;But did she? Did she push it? No. She's crazy, not stupid. There's a fine line between those things, like arrogance and being flat out wrong, brave and foolish, and stubbern or just ignorant.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;I'm simply using it as a comparison.&quot;

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( Or a halfling and annoying! *BRICK'D* ))

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yeah but that's exactly the point, see?&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">Ping a ling.

Tullia:<font color="#000000">Lia returns,.

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( SILENCE HEATHEN. YOU ARE NOT LIATAI- oh hi Liatai. :3 ))

GM:<font color="#000000">Meanwhile, in another part of the citadel... Sszeyl has been taken to a room, far off the main citadel, where the floor is engraved with myriad runes and wards in complicated arrays. He's been there, under guard, placed in the center of the arrays, in about a 10x10 space. He's been allowed to keep most of his equipment, barring obvious weapons or magical threats, and there's a rather comfortable bed in the central area to rest on.

GM:<font color="#000000">It's been a while, but now, Sszeyl can hear muffled Draconic conversation outside of the room.

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( Start singing. You know you want to. ))

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">The door opens, and what appears to be an old half-elven man in a heavy coat enters the room. You can see a scaled leg just outside before the door is shut again. &quot;... Sszeyl?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(afk for a bit)

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">The old man looks up from his harmonica.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And waves.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;The same.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;For what it's worth, I'm sorry about this. ... Is he awake? I imagine he's none too happy right now.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">The man kneels and places something on the floor, in a precise area of the diagram, while he waits for Sszeyl's reply; if you can get a good look, you can see it's a tiny red gemstone, about as long as a human's fingernail.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;He says...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You look good for someone who's made a career of having his ass beaten like a drum.&quot;

* Calaserian huffs quietly with amusement, standing up. &quot; I suspected as much. &quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you comfortable enough? I'm afraid the attunement process is going to take longer than you're used to with the other seals.&quot;

* Calaserian moves to a different spot on the circle, laying down another gemstone.

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( *random explosion from outsider* &quot;THERE'S HOW CALM I AM!!!&quot; ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am. The last time I did this, Kerishorak got...agitated. Assumed I implied offense when I did not, I imagine.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have you spoken with him? I gave him some valuable information, and assumed he would spread it.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not in the past week, I'm afraid.&quot; He moves to a different spot on the circle.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack sacred canine duty ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Carry on, I'll be back.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Very well.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am a current incarnatiion of an oversoul. A massive oversoul. By design, when the physical body nears death, the oversoul will eject and move on; giving 'him' a chance to salvage the body, and be in control without being an obvious undead. This isn't voluntary; I am just a piece of the oversoul that has not been absorbed yet. The oversoul makes the call.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I mean, hey, you ever hear of her uncle?&quot;

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

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... Well. That would have been convenient to know months ago... but nothing for it now. &quot; Another gemstone is placed.

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( ordered pizza yay! ))

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Does Nathokokasprithion know?&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;No, should I have?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Maybe you've heard of the Eyllisaearsithek wine?&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;No.&quot;

* Calaserian moves to another place on the circle, placing another gem.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;I'm a tribal girl.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">He chuckles. &quot;She'd be pleased as peaches to hear that. So, this uncle, he goes and makes fey wine safe for mortals to drink.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;We didn't hear much.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hmm, impressive.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yeah. And then he goes and has it dyed the color of the rainbow just for kicks, apparently. So there's this insanely potent spirits floating around with her family name on it. It's getting really popular.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;But, the uncle himself is a total loon, or so Tathi describes him&gt;'

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I...do not know.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have not had time to speak to him in depth on the subject.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;But unlike you, there should be no block on Kerishorak communicating it.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;I may have to try it sometime. I've always wondered how Fae Wine is.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Really strong! Sip it!&quot; He says with a grin.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Then there was her great grandmother. She had a story worthy of telling around here, so it goes. Slew a trio of evil dragons.&quot;

* Calaserian nods, placing a final gem, and starting to make an arcane gesture. &quot;... When I'm allowed to go back to my lair again, I'll have to send to him. ... I'll be honest with you. I have no idea how long the attunement process is going to take. It could be a few hours, it could be a few days. The gems will need to be moved occasionally, too. ... Nathokokasprithon's told me that you don't need to eat or drink anymore, but is there anything you'd like, regardless? Something to read?&quot;

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( &quot;A bit of paint, if you please.&quot; *brick'd!* ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have my paint. A steady supply of canvas would be nice.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl takes a little jar from his sleeve and puts it to the side. &quot;Your friends are not as wise as they think.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'll want to take that and put it with my weapons.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;And not come within arm's reach. Just in case.&quot;

* Calaserian chuckles quietly. &quot;That can be arranged.&quot; He approaches cautiously, and takes the jar. &quot;... Nolzur's pigments?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have locked him out of my fire breathing ability, but I'm not sure I could hold him from my breath and my arms at the same time if he becomes desperate.&quot;

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

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wise choice for a wandering painter.&quot; He steps carefully back to the outside of the circle, and performs an arcane gesture. The runes and gems begin to glow softly. &quot;I'll bring some canvas back with me once I've finished reassuring your friends that you're alive and unharmed. Any preferences?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;No. Thank you for being patient.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have the others been less than patient with you?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Salishea was...aloof. She was displeased that I was not afraid of her. Or perhaps that the dragon wasn't lucid at the time.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nathokokaspirithion, did I get that right, was kind, but his hands were forced. If I recall his words right, his portion of the seal is only half complete.&quot;

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

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;You did well with it for not being a gold dragon.&quot; He chuckles a bit, airily. &quot;Most of us tend to just call him Nathoko.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aside from Salishea, of course.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;And after this seal is placed, it becomes a waiting game.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;If your copper friend makes an appearance first, or I talk the red into a more...mutually beneficial arrangement. I have seen the afterlife awaiting him, he does not deserve it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am trying to get him to agree to become a part of the oversoul. Or to become one himself. Or to do anything to avoid that fate.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">How did I get over here? |D

* Calaserian stays a moment in thoughtful silence, but then looks aside to the door. &quot;... I'd like to speak more with you about this when I come back, but judging by the conversation out there, there's a flaming elf in the courtyard. I'd best be going.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So you weren't shouting a conversation across the courtyard. :B

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

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aw. I was kinda hoping dragons would hear and be interested. Thwated! XP

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good luck.&quot;

Meridalakan:<font color="#000000">Back in the courtyard, a dragon exits the northern hall, looking around the area. &quot;Vigilant Guardians?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot; Hey our old name! &quot; Aelian says with a chuckle. &quot;Yes, right here?&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000"> &quot;Do I cound as one?&quot; :.

Meridalakan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Vigilant Guardians and allies, Calaserian will see you shortly. Would you please come with me to the dining hall?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack jeepers guests are really here D|

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( TRAP THE STAIRWELL AND HDIE ))

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( hiding helps too ))

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Will there be food?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Whup, sorry, here

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">brb

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, already? Huh. Very well, that would be much appreciated, yes.&quot;

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( someone toss me the name of that prismatic dragon. I no has log. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Of all the rotten timing they expect me to cook for them DX

RAM:<font color="#990000">Oh noooooo!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's not prismatic, it's electrum, for the umpteenth time. :P

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Are we losing our GM?

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( clearly, your traps were not potent enough. I suggest asking RAM to teach you asplodey. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I've got them on chopping duty, so I have a few minutes to at least get you into the hall.

* RAM booby-traps the shit outta Lia's house!

Meridalakan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tullia? Vythsuaco is asking for you, as well. Would you come along?&quot;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth: <font color="#0">(( no ram, you need to go there and drive the guests away! ))

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth: <font color="#0">(( if it's booby trapped they might stay forever, afraid to leave and set one off! ))

GM:<font color="#000000">The silver dragon leads the group, once it's assembled, through many a long stone hallway lined with everburning, multicolored torches in blues, whites, reds, and oranges.

RAM:<font color="#990000">The booby traps are all command-activated.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Fancy~&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Eventually, you are brought to a downright massive hallway with an arched ceiling, large enough to rival the biggest cathedrals of the world below. The walls are lined with balconies, upon which you can see dragons lounging. There are doors leading away from every balcony, and doors beneath every balcony as well, leading to rooms on different floors.

Meridalakan:<font color="#000000">The silver dragon guard chuckles a bit at Adulian's question. &quot;Of course.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain allows himself an impressed whistle as he enteres the hallway.

Meridalakan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Granted, this isn't a formal mealtime, so there's only lighter fare available. You are more than welcome to join us for dinner when it comes time.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">Tullia follows behind the dragon, hand on her sword, and casting glances over at Tathi constantly.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">THOSE ARE FOUNTAINS NOT BALCONIES! *BRICK'D*

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF"> &quot;C'mon, at least allow yourself to be impressed by this, Tathi!&quot;

Meridalakan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Make yourselves comfortable anywhere; if you need chairs, just ask the table.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF"> &quot;Any cathedral that allows one to be kept as a prisoner within deserves to burn like all the others.&quot; Tathi whispers coldly.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian just sighs..

Sly Silver Wyrmling:<font color="#000000">You can hear a group of giggling wyrmlings ahead, seated around one table.

Caped Owl?:<font color="#000000">... Or at least, so you think. What a strange arrangement.

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( contain yourself, meany ))

Caped Owl?:<font color="#000000">&quot;I an telling oo, this is what tey look like! The ook sait so!&quot;

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( CONTAIN YOURSELF ))

Bold Silver Wyrmling:<font color="#000000">The table is lost in giggles again for a moment. &quot;What?&quot;

Caped Owl?:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's hart to taak with a eek.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">The shaman moves away from the group, standing at the right hand side of a bigger silver.

Sly Silver Wyrmling:<font color="#000000">&quot;Duh! Ever tried to talk as an owl?&quot;

Chipper Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's not what they look like anyway, silly!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances at the conversation with amusement, but goes to a different table. Rude to stalk/eavesdrop.

Caped Owl?:<font color="#000000">&quot;The ook sait ird eetle! This is a ird erson!&quot;

Bold Silver Wyrmling:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's a wereowl!&quot;

Caped Owl?:<font color="#000000">&quot;Still ird erson!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He looks at the odd table for a moment. Uncertain, he taps it and clears his throat. &quot;Um...chair, please?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Poof! A gnome-sized chair appears next to Gnogglebolt.

Wing-Armed Person?:<font color="#000000">&quot;They're not supposed to be feathered all over, dummy. I'm telling you, raptorans look like this!&quot;

Bold Silver Wyrmling:<font color="#000000">&quot;How do they put their pants on if they don't have hands? That's just as silly!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances at the conjured chair, &quot;Hmph!&quot;s and rolls his eyes, but takes a seat.

Sly Silver Wyrmling:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're both wrong. The books say that they have wings on their backs.&quot;

Chipper Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;How would they possibly fly, then?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi finally loses her scowl, and smirks slightly. &quot;Hey. Maelgwyn and Bryne. You're up.&quot;

Chipper Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I mean, a humanoid shape doesn't have anywhere near the pectoral strength required for powered flight!&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Lia; .....*snrrrrrk* Only you. xP

Bold Silver Wyrmling:<font color="#000000">&quot;Neither do their ideas. Where's your keelbones, huh?&quot;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">we obviously fly by magic!

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

Caped Owl?:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'n jusk sayin, the ook sait ird eetle. Ee're not taltin anatoee.&quot;

Sly Silver Wyrmling:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh for Tamara's sake, Latosian, change back,&quot; says one of the dragonlings, giggling.

Caped Owl?:<font color="#000000">&quot;Uh-uh! It as hart enoff to g-row fffeaters!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi reaches over and pokes the raptoran.

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000">Stilled Silent. Major Image. Above the table where they are discussing...raptoran physiology, appears an illusion. 1st a male raptoran rotates above the table slowly totating, wearing only a loin cloth, more an anatomical study than anything else. Then a female appears, also wearing minimal clothing for anatomical example. then another, and another, raptorans of all kinds wearing all clothing, the scene seems to zoom out, and a small village of raptorans exists, none more than 6 inches high, living out a fantasy day on top of the table

Bold Silver Wyrmling:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Whoa! Hey! Who did that?&quot; O_O

Chipper Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Coooooooool!&quot;

Wing-Armed Person?:<font color="#000000">&quot; What are you all gawking at, those are obviously half-celestial elves. &quot;

Wing-Armed Person?:<font color="#000000">&quot; Avoral-blooded probably. &quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack okay now I need to go help cook. |D;

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

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000">words appear over the image 'Raptorans in village setting. note un elf like facial hair, larger and better musclulature, not as pointy ears. clawed feet. And far more realistic than Harpy like wings as arms.'

Glitch:<font color="#000000">....okay, that's a bit jarring, actually. How can you say &quot;more realistic&quot; when in-world they -are- real? xP

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( Harpies be magic critters, yes? Think he meant they evolved where as some nutbat just MADE harpies. ))

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(The Owlbear defense.....very well, point taken. :B )

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( yeah, or, really? Manticores. Dafuq. ))

Tullia: <font color="#0">(( Gorgons. ))

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( I swear to Tesla it was a heavy metal wizard that made that ))

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( &quot;LET'S TAKE DIS BADASS PREDATOR AND GIVE HIM SPIKES CUZ SPIKES ARE AWSUM ))

Arcalane: <font color="#3399">(( CAN'T SPELL MANTICORES WITHOUT MAN (/Mr. Kord) ))

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi actually laughs! &quot;Now see, you make me wish I hadn't forsaken illusion. That is one very good use of smoke and mirrors!&quot;

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000">m/e just slightly smiles

You have disconnected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

</i> Glitch:<font color="#000000">hallo

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

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000">yeah!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Wha happen?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay, I've got about an hour now before I need to head out. =w=;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I dunno. Random disconnect while I was shanghai'd into making stir fry. ^^;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Tathi: Tathi actually laughs! &quot;Now see, you make me wish I hadn't forsaken illusion. That is one very good use of smoke and mirrors!&quot; Bryne ap Emyr: m/e just slightly smiles Liatai is disconnected. Glitch: ...well that's not good. Liatai has connected.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">all you missec

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

Wing-Armed Person?:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Hey! All right, who's doing this?&quot; The wing-armed person looks around irritably as the others at the table watch it and chuckle.

Chipper Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;At least you got the feet right!&quot;

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">The big silver dragon, who had been reading what seems to be a large notebook, looks over at Tullia. &quot;... So. These are the Seed's guardians?&quot;

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000">a pair of miniature harpies appear and flap around the wing armed one, messing with his ability to see

Wing-Armed Person?:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey! Hey! Go away shoo get!&quot; The wing-armed person flails and falls over, limbs flailing all over the place.

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;They are.&quot;

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000">the harpies caw, in a voice close to the wing armed persons &quot;see, wings for arms aren't very useful.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Though there is much...disorder in them.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt bows his head as he descends into snickers of mirth.

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;There is much good, but much disorder.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;The elf wizard intended to kidnap Sirvak.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;For his benefit of course, but still.&quot;

Silver Wyrmling That Formerly Had Wing Arms:<font color="#000000">&quot;STOPPIIIIIIIIT!&quot; The wing-armed person flails around on the floor,growing a third pair of limbs. DX

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hrmmm. Note to self, make some time in the schedule to make sure Sivrak hasn't been abducted.&quot; He notes this.

Bold Silver Wyrmling:<font color="#000000">The others at the table have completely lost it in laughter at this point.

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000">the harpies turn into minature versions of him, still talking in his voice &quot;Research truths before one spreads disinformation.&quot; and then they disapear, meanwhile the ones on the table seem to be having some sort of traditional festival

Chipper Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Ooh, look, look! They changed!&quot;

Silver Wyrmling That Formerly Had Wing Arms:<font color="#000000">Mumble grumble dragon. The dragon starts sniffing around.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Be nice, Bryne. They're just kids.&quot;

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000">there now appears copies of each of the children taking part int he festival, dragon, girl, or owl form

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do they know how entirely they threw off the schedule?&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;No. I have been barred from sharing many things with them.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pending the Elder's approval.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">Elders'*

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm. Typical mortals. Always in a hurry. No offense intended, of course, Tullia.&quot;

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000">except the wyrrmling that had been doing the wing armed form, has a bright, pink bow on its head

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances over towards Tulia and the other dragon, and raises his hand. &quot;And we are, um, waiting patiently to be properly informed on everything we've missed about this whole thing, sir dragon...&quot; (that is a guy right)

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;For the sake of Sirvak; the wizard has given up illusion, so that can be discounted. She weilds fire, so evocation is a strong possibility of her specialty.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;I understand, Master.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;...There is no word on Baeshrazoth.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Were our situation not so...in flux, I would petition a search party.&quot;

* Vythsuaco holds up a clawed finger. &quot;You're not scheduled in my book until the afternoon, Guardians. Then again with how badly you've shaken up today's schedule...&quot; He frowns at his book. Then looks to Tullia. He nods. &quot;If the elders agree to it, maybe these adventurers could help.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">A booky dragon.... interesting.

</i> Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;If nothing else, Bae will investigate all the noise they produce, assuming he's mobile.&quot;

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have you spoken with them about Baeshrazoth's situation yet? I can give you permission to do so should you require it.&quot;

Malcolm Walker:<font color="#000000">&quot; ... All of these dragon names are so confusing. &quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have spoken with what I could. The Elders left a loophole which allowed me to discuss listed casualties, of which they consider Bae.&quot;

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;Clever girl.&quot;

* Vythsuaco is brick'd.

Malcolm Walker:<font color="#000000">&quot; ... How are all of you keeping these dragon names straight? Which one were you meeting again...? &quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Adulian:<font color="#990000"> &quot;I'm not.&quot; |3

Meridalakan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is the hall a comfortable temperature for you, Guardians? We can add more wood to the fires if not.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm fine, thank you.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Hmm. I suddenly remember what it was like to feel the cold of this room. That feels so long ago...&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;It's fine. We have magic for it if it wasn't, anyway.&quot;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is fine.&quot;

Carlanthaxis:<font color="#000000">The door to the hall swings open, permitting a massive silver dragon to enter, who is keeping a very close eye on what seems to be an elderly half-elven man in a heavy coat walking beside him.

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;There we are. Seventeen minutes late, Calaserian.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Begging your pardon, Vythsuaco; I was detained looking for canvases.&quot;

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Canvases?&quot;

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

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why were you detained looking for canvases?&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Carlanthaxis needed to inspect each one to ensure I wasn't hiding adamantine slivers in them... Was that it, Carlanthaxis?&quot;

* Carlanthaxis snorts. &quot;I wouldn't put it past you.&quot;

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why were you looking for canvases in the first place?&quot; =w=;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000"><b>&quot;Nobody Knows/ The trouble I've seen&quot;

</b> Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Vessel is an artist, and deserves something to do during attunement.&quot; He turns to the Guardians. &quot;... I... apologize for the scene in the courtyard earlier. I am Calaserian. Your friend is alive, safe, and as comfortable as possible.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nobody knows/ My sorrow&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000"><b>&quot;Nobody knows/ The trouble I've seen&quot;

</b> Sszeyl:<font color="#000000"><b>&quot;No/ No/ No&quot;

</b> Arcalane: <font color="#3399">(( &quot;That, and it means we don't have to put up with his singing.&quot; ))

Faxtorelarn:<font color="#000000">Oh do lighten up. Sing something with a little... bounce in it. *brick'd*

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

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">I'VE GOT A LOVELY BUNCH OF COCONUTS

Faxtorelarn:<font color="#000000">NO

Faxtorelarn:<font color="#000000">NO

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts/ Diddley-Diddley/ There they are a-standing in a row.&quot;

</i> Adulian:<font color="#990000">THERE THEY ARE A-STANDING IN A ROW!

Faxtorelarn:<font color="#000000">ANYTHING BUT THAT DX *brick'd*

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">BIG ONES, SMALL ONES, SOME AS BIG AS YOUR HEAD

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(though actually it was Small World After All, -then- coconuts. :B )

Arcalane:<font color="#003399">You're not a bard, you can't cast Insidious Rhythm!

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(still funny though.. xP )

Adulian:<font color="#990000">GIVE THEM A TWIST, A FLICK OF THE RIST, THAT'S WHAT THE SHOWMAN SAID!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">But people jumped the gun. XP

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Would you rather I sing The Tiki Room?

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKm-yNXCNU8

Sivrak:<font color="#000000">A dark-haired human, avoiding the other dragons' tails and trying to remain unobtrusive, peeks around the guard dragon and offers a small wave. ^^;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">Le wave.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF"><i>Target locked.

</i> Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;It is perfectly alright, Calaserian. No one here will blame you for not wanting to sit in your citadel while the enemy knocks on your door.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack, darnit, gotta go again. ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">This has not been a good night for DMing, sorry guys. ^^;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">is okay. Another hour?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(more or less?)

Glitch:<font color="#000000">will take that as a yes. :B

* Glitch afkz

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

</i> GM:<font color="#000000">All right. Is anyone still here? Let's crack out this exposition and be done with it.

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( *jerks awake* =3= ))

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have you all been treated well enough? Is there anything you need? ... How did you even come here, for that matter? Sivrak seems to think it had something to do with plants?&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">Mmf.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ah, that would be me.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">Yo.

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

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;It's one of the spells the Spirits grant me.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; The half-elven elder peers at Adulian a bit.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;I can traven between any two plants of the same species, and bring a handful of people with me.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">*travel

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;We were travelling on a vehicle of Mazian make, but when that was...rendered inoperable, we had to come up with alternative means.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Either you've happened upon a gender-changing curse and changed oil and gears for plants and spirits, or you're a different orc-blood than Nathokokasprithion told me would be coming, ma'am.&quot; {:3

* Adulian steps out of the box of people. |3

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

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;I...have no idea who you are talking about, but I have always been a female.&quot; &gt;.&gt;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's not with us anymore. He returned to castleton alone.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;And I've always been a Chandak.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, good. I was worried at first when Nathoko told me a loud, huggy half-orc with a Mazian steam vehicle would be driving up to the Citadel. Almost a shame, really. It would have been interesting to see everyone's faces.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;You still made quite a stir with your entrance, ma'am, so I suppose it all works out.&quot; :3

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Well, I'm glad I didn't disappoint.&quot; |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt grins. &quot;A shame indeed. But, he had business back in Castleton to attend to.&quot;

* Carlanthaxis and Vythsuaco both harrumph. =w=

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Heh, that's nothing. Soon I should be strong enough for the Spirits to grant me a spell that allows me to travel instantaneously through the ground.&quot; :P

* Sivrak, in the background, has started humming and gesturing, sending cleaning bubbles along the walls.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Scrubbin' Bubbles, Scrubbin' Bubbles!

* Calaserian laughs! He leans in a bit closer. &quot; Shh, not so loud. If you keep it to yourself, you can surprise the Citadel natives again with it. If they hear you, they might plug that security hole. &quot; |3c

Carlanthaxis:<font color="#000000">&quot;I heard that, Calaserian.&quot; &gt;:\

Carlanthaxis:<font color="#000000">BARDS. 9_9

Tullia:<font color="#000000">Tullia narrows her eyes, but says nothing.

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth: <font color="#0">(( would have to come back while I was afk heh ))

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Mmm, I'll keep that in mind.&quot; |3

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nathokokasprithion didn't send any word of winged folk, either, nor of soldiers, so I take it your group has had a bit of turnover. Do they know what they've signed up for?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;More or less. The raptoran here were already about to enter the mountains with the express purpose of fighting white dragons, with the traveling roads no longer safe because of them.&quot;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">&quot;I and my companions came here seeking to aid agaisnt the incursion of dragons attacking travelers, the whites and reds plauging you. We met them on the way and joined forces as we were heading in the same direction.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The soldier and messenger are here because, well...&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;His unit was decimated by dragons in the pass, he was the only survivor.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">And we have some strange compulsion to amass as many NPCs as we possibly can.

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">A pained look crosses the old musician's face, and he nods gravely to Malcolm. &quot;You're a brave soul to come back to these mountains after what happened to you, sir.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;None of them are fully informed about the whole 'wyrmseed' business, as well.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Though they of course know of it by now.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">-I- don't even know about this wyrmseed business.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">So yeah.

* Malcolm Walker looks startled at being addressed, and mumbles &quot; Just doing my duty, sir. &quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;As long as they know the basics, that's enough, for now.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">He looks to the raptorans. &quot;Whites and reds. So at least you know about Rakalsithar's involvement.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;What do you know so far about what's been happening?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We didn't know his name until just now... All we know is, the white dragons led by the red appeared a month ago, and based on what we've heard them say to us, we suspect this whole thing is because of us and Sszeyl, indirectly, as their intention was to grab Sszeyl.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We also know they've been kidnapping Silver younglings, and while some...er...turn up, most are still missing.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And something about a half-red acting as a diplomat.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">You can -feel- that wincing.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Our intentions, beyond Sszeyl getting his fourth seal, is to help out with this in any way we can.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;One of Rakalsithar's daughters. You'd be correct on all counts. Though if you didn't know his name, you likely don't know another key fact about him.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;He is one of Vargachixeniejir's grandsons.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Son of a clock gremlin.&quot;

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

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;More Mazian than I would have chosen, but perfectly acceptable.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000"><i>My ears are burning.

</i> Sszeyl:<font color="#000000"><b>That's because you set them on fire, dumbass.

</b> Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, um...is there anything else we should know that we don't?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">It is a demon of the ancient world.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Its evil is beyond any of you.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000"><b>Run!

</b> Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Given what Nathan's told me about the actions he's taken in your friend's body, I suspect he's been sending to his family.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Like, why the call Old Red the 'wyrmseed'? I mean...if it -is- anything aside from 'seed of the guy running this thing'.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt sighs and rubs his hand across his forehead.

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's a... kobold creation, the name.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not entirely surprised...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, well, that explains it.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;If the Seed is planted in 'fertile soil,' they say the wyrm will grow again from it. Closer to the truth than they could have gotten without inside information.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, yeah, and is there anything about the fourth seal we should know about?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">It can set your VCR clock.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Five points to everyone who still has a VCR.

* Glitch raises hand

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well...&quot; He looks somewhat awkward for a moment, glancing (glaring?) up at Carlanthaxis for a moment before looking back to Gnogglebolt.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt slowly raises an eyebrow. &quot;Well if that isn't encouraging...&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Since I'm not allowed to work at my lair for security purposes...&quot; Another look at the other dragon, who rumbles warningly. &quot;... The atunement process has to be done from scratch.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That doesn't sound good.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's something of an experimental process. It will work. But, it could take anywhere from several hours to several days.&quot;

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

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Since you're looking to help out with fighting off the chromatic invasion, though, at least you won't be bored terribly during that time. There's plenty to do.&quot;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">&quot;If working at your lab would help...would it really be that big of a deal to allow you, under guard, to go and get it done there?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed....so. Where do we stand? Do we know anything about the red's locations or movements, any educated guesses?&quot;

* Calaserian heads over to the table, pausing briefly by Tathi. In Elven, he murmurs aside. &quot; (Thank you for taking the time to speak with my grandson. It meant a tremendous deal to him.) &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I heard something about a missing dragon who sounded imporant. Bae-something?&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Baeshrazoth. You'd be half-right.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tullia, would you mind coming over here? You know Baeshrazoth better than I do. Maybe you can provide some insight.&quot; He unrolls a map onto the table.

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;From what we understand, the invasion came largely from the northwest. The bulk of the chromatic forces still lie in that direction. They've moved southward and eastward in a semicircle, trying to encompass the main paths... as you've seen.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt nods.

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;We have the locations of several bases of chromatic activity that could be useful for adventurers to deal with, but the main base remains a mystery, currently.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt suddenly starts. &quot;Oh!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I almost forgot!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Any news on that white youngling we brought here?&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is suspected that they are taking the vacant lairs of Silvers who have fallen back to the Citadel as bases. We have not had much intel on that, though.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;I healed him, and he tried to bite by fingers off,&quot; he says, amused.

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">To the raptorans; &quot;... Ah, sorry. I'd forgotten you hadn't been filled in.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt sighs. &quot;So much for gratitude at still breathing. Oh well. He probably doesn't know anything, but if he does know anything we don't, that would of course be useful.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Anyway. Several known locations of chromatic activity, suspect they are commandeering abandoned Silver lairs.&quot;

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

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;My home is a good four hours' flight from here, and I'm rather... distinctive. It's feared I would be mobbed would I try to take your friend to my lair. The Citadel is also scry-warded, and given Vargachixeniejir's progeny are involved, we can't assume they don't have scrying access.&quot;

Carlanthaxis:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not to mention if you get killed nobody else can make the seal,&quot; the dragon guard rumbles across the room pointedly.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Once the seal is complete, though, can you and the others can go back on the offensive?&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">Tullia casts a look at Carl.

Tullia:<font color="#000000">But says nothing.

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are there..plants there?&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes... to a degree. It would be better to get your friend out of these mountains before a full counteroffensive is launched. That way they can't try to sneak in behind our backs and steal your friend and his tagalong away. The seal won't prevent him breaking free if your friend dies... at least, until it's complete.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;I could take you to your lair.&quot; :3

* Calaserian blinks. &quot;Plants where?&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Assuming there is some form of plantlife there.&quot;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">&quot;If we could get here without them noticing, I'm sure we could get you to your lair.&quot;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Transportation via plants...from the garden..to your lair.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;How long would this 'attunement' take if you had access to your lair?&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmmmmmmm.&quot; :3c He rubs his chin. &quot;Let me think. There may be something... I don't know how large of a plant you need, though. It's hard to grow large plants on a cloud.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Any size.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;As long as it is a living plant.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances at Adulian.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you seriously saying you can squeeze a dragon through a daffodil?&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">Erp, oops. Misread. Medium-size plant. &gt;.&gt;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;As long as the fountain hasn't been shut off, there should be something!&quot; :3 ! A spark of energy's leaped into the dragon's eyes. &quot;The attunement wouldn't take long at all if I was at the lair -- a minute, at most.&quot;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't think she'd need to, seeing as he can be this size.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;... That is...&quot; He frowns back at the map a moment, and falls silent.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...if they haven't found it already?&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;..... My only concern would be whether my lair's been taken at this point or not. It likely would have been a high-priority target, even though reds and whites can't cloudwalk easily.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...What if we went as the recon force?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're adventurers, recon-in-force is what we do well...&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Would you be willing to do so?&quot; :3 !

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Could you scry it ahead of time?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am.&quot; Gnogglebolt turns in his chair. &quot;How about the rest of you, Vigilant Guardians?

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;I could scry it, yes.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;That would be wise -- ah! I know just the thing to use as a scrying tie, too! I'll be right back!&quot; :D ZOOM. Off he goes!

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Then we'd at least have an idea if it's worth wasting time on, if the equipment is still there, or if we'll have to clear people out.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;We would have to wait until tomorrow. But, then again, we have to do so anyway if I am going to be Plantwalking again.&quot;

Carlanthaxis:<font color="#000000">&quot;Calaserian where are you going --&quot; DX

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;He has not been this happy in a long time.&quot;

Bryne ap Emyr:<font color="#000000"> Especially as you can go what? twice? Unless we want to spend the night out there, the team going has to be small enough for you to take each trip.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I could use a day to prepare anti-dragon measures as well...&quot;

Jason Storm:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, if we need to cut down the force... I'm... not particularly keen on walking on clouds.&quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">Scrying works on locations, right?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Wonder how hard it would be to get one of them to swallow a shredder...&quot;

Jason Storm:<font color="#000000">&quot;I could stay here and gather intelligence if needed.&quot;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Clouds are nothing. It's when theres nothign to walk on, that things get dicey.&quot;

Jason Storm:<font color="#000000">&quot;'' How do you walk on a cloud, it's just mist in the sky?! ''&quot; DX

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... You're new to this adventuring stuff, aren't you?&quot; :P

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;When you can't explain it, assume the explanation is magic until you get a mage to look at it.&quot; :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; *grumblegrumble*&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">Huh, Druids can cast Hallow/Unhallow. Cool.

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you could spare a few seconds from your schedule to hear a dragon's thoughts on your teleportation troubles.&quot;

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have you bags of holding?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes?&quot; Gnogglebolt turns to the other dragon. &quot;Ah...a few, actually.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">They have bags of holding.

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are the bags large enough to hold, say, a person?&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">To hold all the bags of holding they have.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Oh yeah! We could stick a few of is in the bags for just a few moments, long enough to go through the transport...&quot;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sShClBRsDjw/UC1HYN5c9QI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RhvdhbCgRdE/s1600/Bags+of+Holding.png

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;If not, the Citadel could likely lend you some for the expedition, provided you return them.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(rail; ah, neato, thanks)

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...even the Type 1 bag could uncomfortably hold two medium-sized people crouched together...

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's another security hole we patched up roughly six hundred years ago, after the squirrel incident...&quot;

* Vythsuaco shudders. &quot; The stories alone. &quot;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">&quot;How many can you carry again in one trip?&quot;

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;Squirrels? Far too many.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt perks up. &quot;Oh my. That sounds like a story--heh heh. I might ask you for stories later...&quot;

Vythsuaco:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ask the storyteller, I don't have enough space in my schedule for telling tales I didn't witness.&quot; Mumble grumble checking book.

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Because most likely..It should only be Bryne, myself and Adulian outside the bags during the transport. That way, should the ground prove to be unstable, or missing....we would be able to support her in the air between us untill she can cast a return.&quot;

* Sivrak has started dancing a bit in the background, holding his hands up and gesturing to run the cleaning bubbles across the ceiling. :d

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;I can bring four people of about our size.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances at the raptoran and opens his mouth to say something...which is &quot;...That sounds like a smart idea.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;More or less if they're bigger or smaller.&quot;

* Swallowtail inspects the sleeping cat draped across her shoulders.

* Swallowtail points at the cat. &quot;?&quot;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aye. Someone else flying by magic might help, but If enemies are their with the ability to dispel...theres a limit to how much Bryne and I could carry.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;I have flight spells.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain glances at Swallowtail. &quot;Really, miss swallowtail? A cat in the sky? Have you seen cats and heights before?&quot; He says, with only the tiniest hint of a smirk.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Do not cats usually go to the highest place they can, always?&quot; =3=

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, but then what happens when they look down?&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;They climb higher.&quot;

* Liatai speaks from experience. =3=; *brick'd*

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cats tend to associate physical height with authority and power.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain scoffs, hakes his head and turns back to the map.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">*shakes

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;The boss cat is the one who has the best seat.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances around. &quot; Wonder where Calaserian went, anyway...&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;To get a scrying tie.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">Or focus.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">Or whatever it's called.

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">The dining hall doors open again, with Calaserian waving a box in the air. &quot;Found it~!&quot; |D

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I heard that.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000"><i>&quot;Give my regards to Broadway&quot;

</i> Carlanthaxis:<font color="#000000">A dragon follows intently. 8|

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ah, there he is!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000"><i>&quot;Remember me to Shepard's Square&quot;

</i> Sszeyl:<font color="#000000"><i>&quot;Tell all the gang at Fourth and Second streets&quot;

</i> Sszeyl:<font color="#000000"><i>&quot;That I will soon be there&quot;

</i> Carlanthaxis:<font color="#000000">&quot;(You are hard work to monitor! Have some sympathy!)&quot; &gt;:E

* Calaserian ignores. |D He puts the box on the table and opens it; a pale blue lotus flower, perfectly preserved, rests inside.

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth: <font color="#0">(( at least he's not going 99 bottles of beer on the wall. or the song that never ends :P ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;More than just a flower, I presume?&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ooooh, pretty~&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cloud lotus, one of the few things that grows up there. There should be some in the gardens, it's a common ornamental for cloudhomes.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;This one came from the fountain in the library in my lair; it should do well for a scrying tie to the rest of the area, shouldn't it?&quot; :3 !

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Quite!&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Now, I just need a pool of water.&quot; &gt;:d

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Your own lair is not scry-warded, sir dragon?&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Of the, ah, natural variety.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are fountains all over the place! Let's go! .....&quot; Deflate. &quot; Oh. &quot; =3=;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;A pond, maybe a bowl filled with rainwater...&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Have someone breath fire on a patch of snow outside.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Would that do?&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">To Vonain... &quot;... No. Scry-warding an area that size permanently tends to be high artifice or artifact-level work.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">The dragons in the area shuffle uncomfortably.

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Radiant, you do realize we breathe frost, right? &quot; =3=;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot; ... Though if that does work... &quot; He looks around furtively, and leans in over the table.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh come now, even I've heard the stories of dragons who breath more than the should, are you telling me not one such dragon can be found here?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;But even so, I was being facetious.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;One of miss Tathi's fireballs should work just as well, -if- it works at all.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot; Breath weapon substitution is something of higher-level magic... but if it came to it... Sivrak... can breathe flame, though it tires him. &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">A-hem.

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

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ah, and I guess you didn't hear me, but it will have to wait for tomorrow anyway. I need to request the spell from the Spirits. And I can't Plantwalk anymore today, anyway...&quot; &gt;.&gt;

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just make sure it doesn't work too well, and find someone in it who shouldn't be.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have skill with manipulating fire.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Right, right.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;I cannot promise a perfectly round pool, but...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, uh.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah...&quot; The dragon deflates a bit more. &quot;... Very well.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I guess today is preparation?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone stock up on everything you need, attack at dawn and all that?&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Eh, it should do. It doesn't have to be round.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Elder, if Sirvak wants to do it, I won't stand in his way.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;But Carl is likely to make untoward comments on his existence agaiin.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which will provoke Miss Tathi here to try violence. Again.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Sorry, Calaserian. I used up all of my powerful magics getting us here.&quot; ^^;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, I see.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;If it works, he can take it up with me.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So...is that a plan, then?&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;I do believe that is the plan, yes.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's all right, miss... .... ..&quot; He laughs a bit. &quot;I'm sorry. I completely missed your name. Chandak?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We spend today resting and resupplying--if there's any supplies to be had--and do this tomorrow?&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Adulian, Chandak of the Spirit Walker tribe.&quot; |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right then, Calaserian, I just have one question left.&quot;

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Which is basically a Shaman. Much like Tullia here, except I draw my strength from the Spirits.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miss Adulian, Chandak of the Spirit Walker Tribe. Just let us know if there's anything we can do to help. Our stocks of divine magic are less than our arcane library, but you're welcome to either. You'll be furnished with rooms, and be free to roam the grounds as long as you have a guide with you. Miss Tullia, or Sivrak if you'll have him, or almost any dragon here older than a wyrmling should be able to help you.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks Calaserian in the eye seriously. &quot;...D'ya guys have any scrap metal around here? Oh, and while we're at it...any especially inquisitive younglings who like to make things?&quot; The corner of Gnogglebolt's mouth quirks into a devious smirk.

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;The tower bell rings three times about half an hour before dinnertime, and three times again fifteen minutes before --&quot; He blinks at Gnogglebolt. And then smirks.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ah, thank you kindly, Calaserian.&quot;

* Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth snorts in dirision but says nothing more

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;That would depend on what kind of metal you're looking for.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm adaptable. Brass, iron, things like that. Common, useful stuff.&quot;

Tullia:<font color="#000000">Give him uranium.

Tullia:<font color="#000000">:V

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">It's like Thorium, plus disease!

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll put in a word with Wolcorisak. The head metallurgy and forgeworks teacher here. She should be able to scrounge up something; metalworks tend to be uncomfortable for the full-blooded dragons here, so there's usually at least some surplus.&quot;

Calaserian:<font color="#000000">&quot;The trick is finding something that isn't already in someone's hoard...&quot; =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Heh. Good enough, I suppose.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Aaaaaaaand I got nothing else for tonight.

GM:<font color="#000000">Me neither. Let's nom! |D

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Adulan for &quot;Plantaportation strkes again!&quot;

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

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">aelian for &quot;tathi's family is even crazier than her&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( Edaric for voice of reason ))

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Mael for awesome illusions

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Did Tathi catch Calaserian's whisper aside, Ghost?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">I have been falling asleep from tiring day at work, so no. |D

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">gnoggle for still obssessed with making machines

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Righto, lemme scroll up and repost.

* Calaserian heads over to the table, pausing briefly by Tathi. In Elven, he murmurs aside. &quot; (Thank you for taking the time to speak with my grandson. It meant a tremendous deal to him.) &quot; (repost)

GM:<font color="#000000">All right, I know today was a slow session, in the way molasses in January is slow, but any additional noms to give?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">.... ya know that awful grinding noise ya hear when ya try and start a bad engine? yeah that's my brain right now. sorry. x.x

Adulian:<font color="#990000">Tullia: This is not diplomacy; this is a threat.

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">sszeyel for horrible horrible imprisonment songs

Meany:<font color="#000000">Adulian for raising and dashing a dragon's hopes quite expertly. Bravo.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Tathi for explosions.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Ed for explosion management.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Gnoggle for one session without being a putz.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He also had no objection at all to the raptoran's idea of going first with Adulian, did anyone notice that? :B

Meany:<font color="#000000">Ghostwish.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Kor has been silent.

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">you had a choice of rely on somethign non magical, or rely on magic.

Meany:<font color="#000000">I don't know if you need to fix that, or keep on truckin'.

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

Maelgwyn ap Gwardnerth:<font color="#000000">kor needs to add commentary on tathi's pregnancy

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">At any rate, it was thanks to my little chat with him off to the side last session, if anyone was paying attention...

GM:<font color="#000000">... jeezalou how must that feel to a familiar.

GM:<font color="#000000">A MALE familiar no less.

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

Meany:<font color="#000000">Its Kor.

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

Meany:<font color="#000000">Not like he can't live with cravings.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">missed a line there

Meany:<font color="#000000">Also.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Elvish births tend to be long, but easy.

Meany:<font color="#000000">But given it's tathi.

Kor:<font color="#9900FF">Good lord people I don't have a straight feel everything that you I just get a vague sensation. And frankly what it feels like is Tathi's emotional state jumping every which way to tuesday. AS EXPECTED.

Kor:<font color="#9900FF"><i>Now come back after the childbirth and THEN we can talk.

</i> GM:<font color="#000000">Here we go! Cloud castle cloud castle EEEEE 8D Adulian - 200 XP - Plantaportation strikes again! 100 XP - Draconic emotional manipulation. Tathi - 100 XP - I AM PERFECTLY CALM &gt;:E Edaric - 100 XP - Voice of Reason. Maelgwyn/Bryne - 100 XP - Educational Illusions Sszeyl - 100 XP - Iiiiiit's a small world aaaaafter aaaaaall~ Tullia - 100 XP - This isn't diplomacy. This is a threat. Gnogglebolt - 100 XP - Nonconfrontational planning! |D

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;69000+100 = 69000 + 100 = 69100&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">THAT FACE

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I KNEW IT

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">THAT FAAAAAACE

Glitch:<font color="#000000">-knew- you would have an excuse to use it eventually. |D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay! Server can go down at your leisure, Ram. :3

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</i> Liatai:<font color="#000000">Night everybody! See some of you in Reshal. :D

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

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">GET DA FUCK OFFA MY SERVER! &gt;:O

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