Session 98

Glitch has connected.

Railock has connected.

Ghostwish has connected.

Meany has connected.

Meany:Kitten is all hug snuggled with the fatcat.

Meany:Fat men get love too. :V

Liatai:D'awww.

Liatai:Pfft. Silly specter.

Ghostwish::3

Meany:Did you find Tasher yet?

Meany:Or Keppler?

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Railock:Wow..were almost on the other side of the desert already. might make it through afterall...

Glitch:Hmm. Well, while I'm here, I might as well canonically record that Gnogglebolt does, in fact, have the Pressurized Soakifyer ready. He had two days of crafting before we left Castleton, so on first day... Craft (tech device) &#171; &#160;1d20+24 = 9 + 24 = 33&#160; &#187;

Glitch:&#171; &#160;33*23 = 33 * 23 = 759&#160; &#187; in gold pieces thanks to Imp. Industrious Haste...

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">I'm kinda hoping after Yoriver we get to visit Dragon's dance.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Snag some bones. :d

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Just for lulz: &#171; &#160;759280 = 759280&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Just for lulz: &#171; &#160;759/280 = 759 / 280 = 2.710714285714285714285714285714286&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Railock:<font color="#000000">I just didn't expect to gt through the desert without meeting people who might want gamal dead

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt crafted the Pressurized Soakifyer so quicklly, he could have made two. Almost three. x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Blame the freaking trucktrain. =3=; *BRICK'D*

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">The desert is really big.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Railock; we're on a train-caravan moving fourty miles per hour over the dunes.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Most of it isn't inhabited.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">And yeah.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">-open- dunes, with no roads.

Railock:<font color="#000000">means nothing to a DM who wants it

Glitch:<font color="#000000">And Catsleton authorities had enough trouble catching us when we were -on- a road and in the middle of their jurisdiction!@

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There's a limit to how many times I can crash the trucktrain without making Tech ragequit. :B *BRICK'D*

Glitch:<font color="#000000">We likely weren't even spotted by anyone. Especially since we travelled, as you suggested, -at night-.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">People probably didn't even see the sand plume we were kicking up in the darkness.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Two words.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Flat. Tire.

Railock:<font color="#000000">attack during a rest period. heh

Gnogglebolt's Trucktrain:<font color="#000000">It's a good thing I don't use tires, do I? |D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Honestly? I was half counting on Tech not noticing something he did. And kudos to him for noticing it.

Railock:<font color="#000000">the tracks?

Gnogglebolt's Trucktrain:<font color="#000000">As for rest period...good point. Wh--eh?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That tires aren't the best thing for moving across sand.

Gnogglebolt's Trucktrain:<font color="#000000">|D

Gnogglebolt's Trucktrain:<font color="#000000">How many times do I have to tell you people?

Gnogglebolt's Trucktrain:<font color="#000000">I'M AN ENGINEER!

Gnogglebolt's Trucktrain:<font color="#000000">Dis mah shit, yo!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh cool, he built a sleddy thing. :D .... Oh CRAP that means I can't get him stuck in the sand. |D ;;;;;;; &quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Who put the furnace next to an exterior wall.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Both of them.

Gnogglebolt's Trucktrain:<font color="#000000">Specifically to eject it if something goes wrong. :B

Gnogglebolt's Trucktrain:<font color="#000000">I don't want a fire-accident in the -center- of the place.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">That's why spinkler systems exist.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Or hell.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Your workshop has like ten barrels of water.

Railock:<font color="#000000">barrels + pump = firehose

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... sheesh, how hard can it be to find an image of someone with a white or steel simple mask wearing a black cape? &gt;:d

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Engineers build for triple redundancy!

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Plus we have mages the next floor up who can cast cone of cold.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">At any rate.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Actually pretty dang hard.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Rail; getting attacked during rest... -is- still possible, DM willing.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">If you reject Phantom of the Opera ones.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Go for V.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Where we last left off, the sun was going to rise in an hour or two as we leave Keri's lair.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">He's always good.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">That's probably not enough to get us all the way out of the desert before morning. At which point we'll need to camp on the desert (probably near the edge)

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

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl doesn't sleep you know.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Actually the sun's already peeking over the horizon. ^^;

Railock:<font color="#000000">not trusting the guy who just transformed intoa dragon a moment ago to run the trucktrain

Glitch:<font color="#000000">@Meany; This image is -far- more relevant to the Yoriver situation than it should be. :B http://narwhaler.com/img/ss/g/chaotic-good-v-vendetta-SSgatM.jpg

Glitch:<font color="#000000">especially if Lia actually gives up and -uses- that for the black cloaks. :B

Tokens dropped onto map 'World Map'Anarchic Awesomeface:<font color="#CC0066">I think this is more applicable.

Anarchic Awesomeface:<font color="#CC0066">But that's me.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Nah, that's just Altonor.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Gha! Hatariiiz! Where he be? I don't know how much longer I have. Dx

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(unless the universe overpays me karma. Which is usually a bad sign. :B )

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I think the universe -has- overpaid me. I just now realized I'm alone in the house. O.o

Glitch:<font color="#000000">this makes me nervous...but I'll take it! o.o

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Stickin dem fuuds in the oven

GM:<font color="#000000">So how's everyone's day been so far? Aside from karma-ful. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">oh shiz, almost forgot to deduct cost of Pressurized Soakifyer.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;280/3 = 280 / 3 = 93.33333333333333333333333333333333&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Been good so far. Got my tank doubles done, played some borderlands 2.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">94gp deducted.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;44140-94 = 44140 - 94 = 44046&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

GM:<font color="#000000">... today's character question is oddly relevant. I feel like I should save it for next session... but naaaaah.

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;Has your character ever broken any laws? Did she get caught?&quot;

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

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Oh hai, Hatari. :3

* Glitch pounces!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Yes. I defied the Monster Yazagh many times.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;This session isn't long enough for to recount my offenses.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">And got caught all of the times.

GM:<font color="#000000">Repeating the character question... &quot;Has your character ever broken any laws? Did she get caught?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;No, and no.&quot;

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

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Yes, and only twice. Although one was not by the authorities.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">It's about to be thrice. Hand over those poisons.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">No! :|

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">She walked into an enemy ninja.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">And sneak attack war ensued.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Broken any laws? Uh... well, I generally try not to, it's always something best to avoid whever possible, since it just makes you more enemies. That said...especially in what me and everyone else is going to do today? I will say that in theory, I will have no qualms about breaking a law if it accomplishes some greater good.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Anyway, while I'm at it, that second unused day of crafting before we left Castleton. I'm going to make some more Banisher Grenades. I want to redesign them slightly, but to save Lia the work for now, I'm just going to keep making the model that's on the wiki.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Have I ever broken the law. Hmm. :. Well, I'm not sure if Braxton Falls counts.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Craft (Technological Device) check....aaand I'm just going to take 10. No need to take a risk for now. &#171; &#160;10+24 = 10 + 24 = 34&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;34*33 = 34 * 33 = 1122&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; progress in gold pieces thanks to Imp. Industrious Haste.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">But when you hang out in an Olidamarran-centric business... sometimes the lines get fuzzy. :B You need to follow your own moral compass.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">....dammit, I should've rolled. &gt;:E

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1122/370 = 1122 / 370 = 3.032432432432432432432432432432432&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">...no, actually, I did the right thing. :.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">That said, I've never purposefully gone out of my way to break the law.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">-three- mk.I Banisher Grenades made.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">cost is one-third per grenade, and since I made three...deducting full price, 370

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;44046-370 = 44046 - 370 = 43676&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Inventory updated.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">I feel -good-.

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is there anyone your character despises?&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">TANES &gt;:E *brick'd*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">...good question.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(No, Miron is not someone I actually despise. He's infuriating, but he's distant kin.) I suppose there's no one -specifically-, but in the general sense, I despise anyone who conciously, knowingly chooses to harm others for personal gain.

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

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">At the moment? ... It's usually the criminal of the week. There are sure some members of Castleton's underworld I'd love to drag out through the streets to the courthouses by their ankles.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(brb afk)

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Despise is a strong word... but no comment.

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is your character adventurous when it comes to food? Does he like to try out new cuisines?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d3 = 2&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;always up for new recipies.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Sometimes. I'm not willing to try the crazier things out there, as I tend to stick to elven stock, but sometimes.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d3 = 3&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;No, I know what I like and what I don't.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Heck yes! :D Though familiar foods can be a nice comfort when you're on the road.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I haven't eaten in two weeks.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I can afford to be adventurous. :3

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">... are we talking food or booze? I'll give anything a good drink... and eat just about anything that's put in front of me, but I don't go out of my way to try new foods the way I do new drinks. Familiar foods get a nice new kick when paired with a new type of drink.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Food is food. You eat what is available. But if you have a choice, always eat as well as you can. Though, I do miss fish. The Kellon fish are small and have different tastes.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Chocolate is not as expensive here, though. It is a trade-off.

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

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;A stranger knocks on your character's door in the middle of the night and asks for help. Does your character open the door and let the stranger in?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Did RAM say he wasn't coming?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hatari; oh yes, Ram won't be here today.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Got a big EOD thing going on.

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Of course!

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">I observe the stranger first. This is suspicious. I am not certain if I want to get involved.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">If someone's knocking on my door in the middle of the night, either they're in a -really- bad spot or it's a prank. Either way, yes, I open the door and do what I can to help those less fortunate. :)

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">If they actually pose a threat to me, I can always choke them to death later.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">Given &quot;my&quot; door is at Mace HQ, we're bound by duty to help, or at least find out what the problem is.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Let them in? No, I ask what they want first.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Incidentally, I -thought- I would be missing today...but it seems I am not. :.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I have to agree. I mean, why my home and not the local sheriff?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Sweety, tree home. We ARE the sheriff.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Because the local sherrif is ecl 3.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;.. oh right.&quot; ^^;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">They could be injured and not able to get to the sheriff, too.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...and then it dawns on Aelian.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I'm the sheriff.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I MUST USE THE POWERS FOR G--ELVISH PRAAAANKS.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Aelian? Pranks?

Edaric:<font color="#000000">I think you're mixing him up with his girlfriend... :B

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Really, silly technophile, I am disappoint.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...good point. :B

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Yes, my lover, on the other hand-&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">.... oh good gods. Tathi is in a position of authority. We're doomed. o.o

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;SEE-THROUGH CLOTHES DAY.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;... speaks for herself..&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Hatari lives. ))

GM:<font color="#000000">Hmmm. That's a possible character question.

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( I'm amazed Glitch hasn't pounced him yet. ))

* Dr. Hatari had a terrible night. =3=

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Poor guy. :X ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Would murdering people help? ))

GM:<font color="#000000">Say your character, a la the DMFA fey monarch, gets to make one local law. What does he choose?

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Let's go murder some people. ))

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">It is legal to carry poison if you are not using it. :| *looks at Anise*

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">Har de har har, chiquita, we're still having a talk.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">That is Tanish... =3=;;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">What's the difference?

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;EVERYONE HAS TO WEAR THEIR PANTS ON THEIR- OW OKAY. Fine. Honestly, I wouldn't. I'm not terribly lawful, in case you haven't noticed.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">... may I kill her? Or just maim? I promise to only make it a little maiming. :E

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You know, arguably, some of the crap you drink is worse than her poisons. =w=

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Mandatory military service! lets get all these wimp wizards into shape

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;All marksman equipment must be inspected and up to par. If not up to par, a masterwork version must be acquired.&quot; ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I would instigate the rule of sanctuary.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl: (( I'm amazed Glitch hasn't pounced him yet. ))

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">The crap I drink is legal crap!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I -did-. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Areas where people may come to escape from pursuit for any reason, from any source, for as long as they remain inside.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">What was up with that, anyways

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">One law I would make?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh wah.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">My poisons would be legal if my law would be passed too. =3=

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

* Thomas Lazarus is the worst inquisitor ever.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">Ha ha.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Legal doesn't mean jack cept that someone didn't like it

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Would really rather not. I don't have such a great head for actually forming legal administration, and I wouldn't want the power to go to my head.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">I'd pass the duty onto someone else I can trust.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">but you could change the speed laws gnoggle!

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Can I issue a counter-law? Something repealing Braxton Falls' licensed-entertainer laws. =3=

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">Party gains power to make laws. Most popular choice: Repeal laws.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Everyone should have the chance to express themselves, not just people who paid for a slip of paper! \o/

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">,...what does that say about us, TeenyRin? :B

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">yep, were chaoticly bent

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I don't know I don't want to get into government I can't lead anyone I'm just a simple servitor leave me alone AAHHH D: Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Shall we begin?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Let's let's shall. :U

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Your english is slipping.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">that was supposed to be &quot;Yes, let's shall&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">I don't know -how- I typed Let's twice. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Anyway. Thomas! You remember what you wanted to talk to the party about before we all climb back into the trucktrain?

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">...I take that as a 'no'. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Talking to the party about &quot;Okay, now that Red knows -anyway-, everyone, here's your new priority. Sszeyl must not die.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Yes but let's start first.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Right! right.

* Glitch sits and waits for DM. :&gt;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Not exactly, but, close enough.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sorry sorry, sacred canine duty.

GM:<font color="#000000">Last session on Akellon, there was talking! So much talking.

GM:<font color="#000000">The Guardians came to the lair of Kerishorak, the brass dragon archmage, and Sszeyl's seals became reinforced. There was also a whole lot of talk about the seals, and what they actually do. Also, about what may need to be done once the five seals are finally in place; the old seal must be undone, and a tie to Vargachixeniejir's remains must be found.

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">ARE YOU TAKING NOTES TATHI?

Sart:<font color="#000000">But for now, the sun is beginning to rise over the desert as the elevator platform rises back up to the surface. &quot;Thank you for visiting. Please come again.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebotl frowns as he sees the cresting sunrise and checks his pocketwatch. &quot; I could've sworn we had another hour or two...&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus sweatdrops at the illusion. &quot;...&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">The illusion bows politely, then vanishes.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;That was fun.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(hey lia, since Ram's gone, shall I auto shankfang?)

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl dons his disguise again, and enters the train.

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">You could probably just stick a 'HWEEEE' macro on him and tap it every few minutes and no one would be the wiser. *shot!*

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

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I kinda need token ownership. ^^;

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

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

* Thomas Lazarus also frowns at the horizon. &quot;..I guess the dawn is almost nigh.&quot; He glances to Gamal. &quot;How should we wait out dusk?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt goes to lean up against the trucktrain as he checks his maps and charts again.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...That's a good question. I was just going to ask you Gamal, do you know this area/ Or do you know the general signs to look for shelter?&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Or do we need to go back into the dragon's lair.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Spot checks?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 2 + 5 = 7&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+5 = 11 + 5 = 16&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*Look for shelter nearby

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 1 + 7 = 8&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Spot check!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Useless spottan. [1d20=

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Useless spottan. &#171; &#160;1d20 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">TERRIBLE!!1!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;: Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 1 + 10 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">=3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">..No, she's right.. =3=;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 16 + 3 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Blue fire.&quot;

* Swallowtail points north-ish. &quot;Gamal, what does blue fire mean?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">It means drive faster.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 3 + 7 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 5 + 10 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Time for the bard to step in since the desert guy is AFK. :B

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Say, Gamal, didn't you say something about how all safe oases are marked by a blue flame?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 11 + 10 = 21&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Knowledge Religion check.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">On religons which feature blue fire.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Or not. :b

Glitch:<font color="#000000">* Swallowtail points north-ish. &quot;Gamal, what does blue fire mean?&quot; Sszeyl: It means drive faster.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Snerk so much. xD

* Dr. Hatari launches steam, checks friends list. :T

* Anise Berilan walks up to Swallowtail and taps her on the shoulder.

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

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

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hand over the poison, girlie.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus watches the exchange keenly. &quot;...&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why? If poison is illegal, you will get in trouble for having it too. Can I claim it back from you?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">sorry, had a phone call unannounced afk. I'm back

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm an officer of the law. You're not.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt likewise peers in Anise and Swallowtail's direction.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Just prior to a dangerous assault strikes me as a lousy time for weapons confiscation, Anise.&quot; Tom looks fairly indifferent.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;You are an officer of the law outside of your city.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Blue flames means a safe oasis. we could drive on as long as we stop before it gts too hot, but an oasis makes a fine place to rest at during hte heat of the day.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;A dangerous assault?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;And spotting those flames gets harder the lighter it gets.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt spares a glance in Gamal's way. &quot;Then I guess that's where we'll go.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Less standing around waiting for the sun to get higher.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;More moving, if you all want to sleep today.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hold your horses, Sszeyl, we can wait a few minutes...&quot; He turns his head back Anise and Swallowtail's way.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I sold my horses weeks ago.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Oh. Right. Yoriver... but what the hell makes you think they'll be okay with her carrying poison?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I'm in the cattle and sheep business now.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Figure of speech.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus raises a hand. &quot;Somebody's running Yoriver hot and red with devils.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus knits his brow. &quot;?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Thomas means she'll be using those poisons on the devils.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd whispers: oasis are safe zones of no fighting, right? it's na often a unspoken but never violated rule in deserts I believe. fighting, dead bodies, lots of spilled blood can ruin an oasis by poisoning it

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Devils can't be poisoned.&quot;

You whisper to Railock: Correct.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Then you're not using the right poison.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Really? That's interesting to know...&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well diabolists can. This just seems like a poor time to be raising qualms over your fighting company.&quot;

* Swallowtail fades from view while Anise's back is turned.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Devils immune to poison? THat's knowledge planes, yes?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000"> I wonder if I can make Holy Water into an injectable 'poison'...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000"> I wonder if I can make Holy Water into an injectable 'poison'...

* Anise Berilan raises her hands. &quot;Fine. But this isn't over, chi --&quot; She turns back to where Swallowtail was. &quot;-- Where the hell did she go?!&quot; &gt;:|

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just remember everyone...when we get to hte oasis, under no circumstances get into a fight. Oasis's are sanctuaries from all problems, fights there can poison an oasis if theres too much blood spilt, and theres not enough of them as is.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Ninjaaaaaa. =3= *brick'd*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes, that is Knowledge (planar).

* Edaric says nothing, just shakes his head and tries not to look too amused as he clambers back into the carriage.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 1 + 9 = 10&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; knowledge planes!

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt covers his grin with a hand as he sees Swallowtail has vanished. &quot;Alright then, everyone pile in, and let's get to this oasis.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Nope.jpg

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">K:P &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 19 + 10 = 29&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &gt;83

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">LOOKS LIKE THEY DRINK IT.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl is scribbling in his notebook again.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">... wait a damn second.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That means you too, swallowtail!&quot; Gnogglebolt calls out. &quot;And I think there are a few more things to talk about when we get there...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt climbs into the trucktrain, and starts up the engine. Use Tech Device: &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 10 + 18 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">No malfunction. :U

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Yeah..&quot; He looks to the rising sun. How strange to have to hide from it, today..

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;S&#236;,&quot; says a voice from the rear carriage. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We can chat when we arrive. No time to lose, I suppose.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;You of course know,&quot; the 'old man' addresses Anise without turning from his book, &quot;that she will have hidden all of those poisons by the time you next ask, and you will have little, if any chance of finding them without that construct to tell you.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's why I was trying to get them now.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt then hops out of the trucktrain, leaving the engine idle for a moment, rushes over to Thomas, pushes a small slip of paper in his hands, then rushes back to the trucktrain.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nice going, 'brother.'&quot; :\

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">GHOST CLAN.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">GET IN THE DAMN CAR.

* Thomas Lazarus plays innocent. =3=~

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">Ninjas before law enforcement agents!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">The slip of paper says Give this to Swallowtail, and underneath is something in a completely different language. (Auran)

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl finishes writing. &quot;I will be back in a second.&quot; And he easily climbs out the window, onto the roof, and onto the roof of the rear car.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Tathi, you in here?&quot;

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

* Thomas Lazarus suddenly feels crowded. o_o;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl holds down some sheets of paper through the ceiling hatch.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;When we get some downtime remind me to give you a crash course on how to deal with people hiding contraband --&quot; Anise frowns. &quot;-- What, do I suddenly stink?&quot; :\

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;These contain what magical information I was able to rip out of the dragon's head. Might interest you.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi takes them, and peers at them quizzically. &quot;You did.. what now?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Remember the Pelor temple?&quot;

* Anise Berilan pouts. =w=

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;How I ripped into the dragon's sense of linear progression?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Oh yes.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I acquired some of his memories. Those pertaining to magic are recorded here.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And Gnogglebolt puts his headwraps back on.

* Thomas Lazarus peers aside with one squinted eye.

GM:<font color="#000000">... at who?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well. Anise is in a whole different carriage. Surely she won't notice even though I'm terrible at this. &gt;.&gt;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">He's obviously checking out Swallowtail.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">DAT NINJA.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I suppose it's worth clarifying; is she there? Or is the token misleading?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Is there a ninja there, or is there a ninja-shaped empty space in the crowded carriage? :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Furthermore, here are some notes on the process those gnomes in Resca used to make that window tattoo. Might interest you or your elves if they ever get into dual transmutation and divination.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">More papers down the ceiling hatch.

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Also, here are some pamphlets.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Also, here are some pamphlets.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;On Spider and Scorpion combat, if any of your elves are interested in looking into unarmed combat.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi is flooded in paper. _&gt;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">And the old man walks across the ceilings again, and into the first car.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">You're a wizard! Your home is -in- paper libraries!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">She's a Loremaster.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Even BETTER!

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Swallowtail is there. Chilin'.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">I still prefer the world of digital media. So many books in one little device. *_*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">We're elves.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">We'll probably live to see that age.

* Edaric attempts to hold the dogs back and keep them from eating the fluttering paper.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 3 + 6 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; untrained Handle Animal check...

* Thomas Lazarus coils the paper he was delivered into a cylinder, and slips it over to Swallowtail between two fingers, now that pamphlets are flying everywhere. &gt;.&gt;

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;?&quot; Swallowtail takes it and reads it.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">What's on it, Glitch?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">In Auran, the paper reads ''Whether or not Anise takes your toys, come talk to me later. If devils really can't be 'poisoned' at all, I might be able to solve that problem for you...''

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">:02

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( 4:02 ))

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">With that business taken care of, Tom settles in for the short trucktrain jaunt to the visible oasis pyre.

* Swallowtail crumples and pockets the paper.

GM:<font color="#000000">I underestimated the size of the trucktrain. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Vroom vroom!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">The trucktrain approaches the oasis and slows down.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">It comes to a stop just outside the treeline, and Gnogglebolt cuts the engine.

* Gamal-Junayd takes a look outside. anyone he happens to recognize or it look safe to exit?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're here! Disembark at your leisure.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus drops back onto the sand and offers a hail gesture at the other nomads. They're probably giving the trucktrain weird looks already.

GM:<font color="#000000">As you get closer, you can see a stone spire sticking out of the sand, and many trees clustered around a small pool of water. A few people are clustered near the water, and someone near the blue flame quickly shouts and raises a hand.

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">WHOOSH!! The cloud of sand kicked up by the trucktrain is deflected by a wall of wind before it can reach the trees.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh boy. As usual, our arrival is a bit dramatic for our own goo--!?&quot; Oh. They just didn't want to get sanded over. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sorry about that! My bad!&quot; Gnogglebolt calls out across the oasis.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No one Gamal recognizes.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah. should slow down before approaching oasis, dont want to flood them with dust and sand.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I did slow down, though...not enough, it seems.&quot;

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">GREETINGS FROM MAZIO *dumps oil and heavy water everywhere*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl hastily leaves the truck train.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Anyone injured?&quot;

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">The priestess lowers her hand, then bows in greeting. &quot;... now that that's taken care of. Welcome.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Return bow.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Good lords this narfing technology is going to alienate everyone we meet..&quot; Tathi says as she keeps looking over the papers Sszeyl gave her.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway, now that we're all here...&quot; Gnogglebolt thumps the outside of the carriage. &quot;Everyone stick around here, I think Thomas has something to talk about--er, after this greeting is handled..&quot; Gnogglebolt trots back.

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you all well?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I'll leave the details of Vargie's magic to Liatai to hammer out.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you for welcoming us, terribly sorry about that sand. Thought I slowed down enough, I misjudged.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus shrugs slightly. &quot; There's no rush.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, we're all fine, just looking for some shelter to wait out the day before we move on. We not looking for any trouble, just a place to sleep.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">But Sszeyl's tattoo is done throuh inscribing the skin with silver ink to the point where it's viable as a scrying pool, and tying the power for the spell to the person's body, and the location scried.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi twists her mouth at the tattoo info. That's wild elf business.

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're certainly welcome to stay here, as everyone else is. Be courteous of others and of Solanil's gifts, and you may stay until you're ready to move on.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">True, but not needing food is always useful.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">So, if we ever lose your mirror, you can just have Sszeyl lay down and oil up his back and *ARROW'D*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 8 + 10 = 18&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Knowledge Religion check.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">On Solanil.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you kindly. Is there anything we should offer to the oasis so that it remains maintained?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi and Aelin hop out, along with releasing their two dog missiles.

You whisper to Meany: The desert folk have a goddess of oases they call Solanil. A benevolent goddess, Solanil is said to be responsible for the creation of oases, and she protects those who travel in the wastes. Her worshipers often make pilgrimages from oasis to oasis, ensuring that those who enjoy Solanil's hospitality do not squander it by taking more than they can use.

Catfolk Wanderer:<font color="#000000">Wonderful. Dogs.

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

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">Why don't you just slab yourself down in bacon because here they come.

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii~

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Tathi, your dogs are attacking people again.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I don't see any blood, so you're apparently wrong.&quot;

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">&quot;You don't need to offer anything. However, if you feel the need to give thanks, the customary offering is burying a fruit-bearing seed, or however you would prefer to offer it.&quot;

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

* Catfolk Wanderer hisses, trying to fend off the green beasts -- &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 12 + 6 = 18&#160;  &#187; Climb check.

* Catfolk Wanderer clambers up the nearby tree. &quot;BACK!&quot; &gt;:E

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt checks our food supplies. Do we have anything other than trail rations?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(...oh man that is amusing to picture. xD )

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">Well, at least it's amusing these two humans. XD

* Thomas Lazarus can't help but =w=;;; at how much trouble the party always causes. He feels like he's becoming some kind of Shankfang by association.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Tavia, Amadre, HEEL.&quot; Aelian calls at the pooches. Tavia had just started to make the climb too.

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Awwww..&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">I DID NOT SPEAK.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Your dogs talk now? *brick'd*

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">YOU SAW NOTHING. *FLASHY*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;:O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..In any case.. let's get our little area set up for the day, and then I have a matter I'd like to discuss with everyone about the days to come. It's important, but let's settle in before it starts becoming sweltering.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Afk 1 shake ))

GM:<font color="#000000">That would be a question for Gamal. The trees near here are pretty well-laden with fruit, though. Namely, lemons and dates.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(anyway, are there any seeds in our food supplies? Or is it all trail rations? Or do trail rations include seeds? :B )

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">--oh. Well then...hmm.

* Swallowtail is looking around with wonder. :.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Oh my god I am so sooore x_x ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Lay down! ))

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Our rations consist of some trail if were away from town for a long time, but mostly cookables. fresh bread/meat. we haven't been out of castleton that long have we? Gamal cooks he'd try and keep to fresh or preserved cookable items as much as possible

* Liatai offers a heat pack.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">I'll take that as a no for seeds, then. Well then, Gnogglebolt leaves the carriage and walks to the base of one of the lemon trees, and stares up at the leafy branches laden with the yellow fruit.

Catfolk Wanderer:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 19 + 6 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Catfolk Wanderer leaps down from the top of the tree and lands silently in the sand.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He unshoulders his cargo pack and sets Snarky aside, and looks up again. If his head weren't covered in wraps, eceryone would see that his face looks determined.

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">... that's a date tree, traveller. =3=;

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">There's a lemon tree. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">-3-

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">At any rate.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">The dwarf hops off of dragula and ambles over.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh yeah well YOUR TOKEN IS MALE &gt;:O *smote*

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;I thought trees could not grow in the desert.&quot; :. &quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Actually, no, there are boobs. :B

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">He walks over to the priestess. &quot;So! Whit huv ye git tae dram in thae parts?&quot;

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right here? Water.&quot;

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">&quot;Though I suppose you could make lemonade if you felt creative enough and had some sweetener.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">With all the grace of an amature (his leather armor and buckler are fortunately masterwork and confer no ACP), he attempts to climb! Untrained climb, ; &#171; &#160;1d20-1 = 6 - 1 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;! &quot;That's why it's an 'oasis', Swallowtail..he says over his shoulder as he leaps onto the treetrunk and tries to clamber up it.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Got anythin' that kin tak' th' lip aff th' day?&quot; The dwarf asks.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">....not even knowing the DC, I bet that was a fail.

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Dorf translation check.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 17 + 7 = 24&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Climb check!

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">&quot;... sorry?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whuf!&quot; With a puff of sand, Gnogglebolt lands back on his rear.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl looks down from the top of the date tree.

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;Need a hand there, halfling?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt gets back to his feet and stares up the tree again. He removes his headwraps to see bette.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;He's a gnome.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">What we say... &quot;I said, dae ye huv anythin' that cuid tak' th' lip oot o' th' day? Ye ken, hulp ye relax, unwind, git wasted?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Speaking of halflings though, seen any caravans around?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Also the dwarf wants alcohol.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thanks, but no thanks, I want the satisfaction of doing this myself.&quot; Determined look! &gt;:[

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">&quot;You would have to speak to some of the other travellers. Alcohol dehydrates you. This isn't a bar.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He leaps up again! Climb check: &#171; &#160;1d20-1 = 20 - 1 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Also the dwarf wants alcohol.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Ignore that.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">I'll assume that's good enough. :U He manages to grab a few good pieces of bark as handholds, until he lifts himself up to one of the branches! He triumphantly plucks a lemon and drops back down to the ground.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Dorf, if you want something to take the edge off, I'm sure Barbarus left some canibus in his carriage.&quot;

Celia:<font color="#000000">Hello, fellow dogs. :.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yay! Got it through the work of my own hands.&quot; Gnogglebolt looks very pleased with himself. |3

Amadre:<font color="#9933FF">Ooo! Ooo! Hi! Youza puppy. You so small!

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;So you did!&quot; |3

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">Play? Wagwagwagwag.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Nonsense! Dwarves aren't made oot o' cooncil juice! We're made oot o' rock, spirit, 'n' ale!&quot; He says, and eyes Sszeyl.

Celia:<font color="#000000">Wag wag wag. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(brb afk)

* Edaric helps set up the shelter for the day.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, Dorf!&quot;

* Dr. Hatari can't even begin to imagine what cooncil juice is. :B

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi and Aelian help as well.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Silliness everywhere.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">What we say... &quot;Do ye huv ony idea howfur easy it's tae set a fluff oan fire!? Heck na. A'm needin' tae fin' some spirits.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Aye?&quot;

* Anise Berilan holds up a gallon jug of ale. &quot;Never leave home without it.&quot; |D

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(uhoh. Okay, it's -possible- I might have to leave soon. &gt;.&gt; Hope not though. Continuing anyway.)

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;That's me girl!&quot; The dwarf hollars, and ambles over.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot; And you give me trouble for carrying poison. &quot; =w=

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 17 + 8 = 25&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Jump check!

* Thomas Lazarus shakes his head faintly and sits in the sand. He folds his legs and rests his palms on his knees. &quot; Silliness.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">The old man leaps from the date tree to the next one over.

Sorcerer's Horse:<font color="#000000">He startles the horses beneath it a bit, but luckily their owners are on hand.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Alright.. ... ..I'd like to call a formal meeting to discuss something before we reach Yoriver.&quot;

* Swallowtail leans out of the carriage.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Sorry about that.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;about?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt finds himself a small bowl or goblet, peels the lemon and squeezes it out the juice, which he mixes with some of the water from the pond, and drinks the resulting hand-squeezed lemonade. After that, he takes some of the seeds of the lemon and goes to find a good spot to bury them. He digs out a small hole in the sand, covers it over, and then as an afterthought, goes back to the carriage to the big barrel of holy water, cups a little bit in his hand, then goes and sprinkles a few drops of the blessed water over the buried seeds. Just because.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Looking up at hearing Thomas, he trots over with his work done.

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">You're lucky this is an oasis tended by a priestess of Solanil, or else I'd be asking you to make Fort saves from drinking water straight from a pond. =3= *lemon'd*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Don't need water.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It dawns on me that we'll be in combat again sometime soon. Probably the most dangerous sort we have ever been in. ... And although I have some means of dealing with life and death now, they haven't all been revealed to everyone. So that's what I want to do. Make it utterly clear, in no uncertain terms, how I can save folks from death, and what we can do to help each other.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Hey, she said the pond water was drinkable! Dx

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">Drinkable, yes, but you're not used to desert microorganisms. :B

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

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Well normally you boil it first, but, magic. :B ))

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( It's a lynx. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">A lynx!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt tilts his head. &quot;Oh...kay. That's good.&quot;

* Edaric nods. &quot;... come to think of it, we have all gained a lot of new powers lately.&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">i'm back from slovakia, just popping in and checking that i'm not needed

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Not needed. Next session would be the first where a VAE character might be called for. You're welcome to hang out, though. :3

* Thomas Lazarus frowns and lays out an array of scrolls. &quot;..It's important that I do this.. because there are strict stipulations. If the slightest circumstance is amiss or anything goes awry, my efforts will be for naught, and the reaper will steal another soul..&quot; He looks very serious.

VAE:<font color="#000000">see above

VAE:<font color="#000000">and not just a lynx, a bobcat, too

Liatai:<font color="#000000">A bobcat? :.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">American slang for bobcat.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Also his bot.

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

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

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

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">American slang for lynx.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;First of all, there are these.&quot; He lays a finger on three scrolls. Revivify, for the record. &quot;A spell that can undo mortal wounds and save a soul from death -- if it is applied by hand and within seconds. I can move a good.. forty feet, thanks to magic boots, while still getting the spell ready. But any further than that...&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Named for the shot tail.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Actually a lynx and a bobcat are different species -- *brick'd*

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt nods. &quot;I think I remember you using this once before...&quot;

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

* Edaric leans closer to look at the scrolls curiously. :.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I can carry you an additional thirty feet with my strength.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;But you're too heavy for me to zip.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But message undertsood. Stick close to you if at all possible.&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">well, lynx lynx / lynx canadiensis and lynx rufus

* Thomas Lazarus lets the pause speak for itself. He points to a second set of three scrolls. &quot;Delaying death. It doesn't need to touch its recipient. But it has to be invoked before a deathblow.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">the first two species are called lynxes, the third isn't

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Different species, same genus. My point still stands. :B *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">anyways, in that case, i'll gtfo most likely :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">It's more like, a lynx isn't even a single species

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..And lastly..&quot; He makes a simple gesture and speaks a word. There's a blue flare in the air. The Close Wounds spell. &quot;..A small but quick healing spell I have learned. It's the least likely to save a life, but I'll always have it available.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">but anyways ;3

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, a snap-reaction curative. Okay.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;From the Lundy estate.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus folds his arms. &quot;Our dwarven friend may be able to use these scrolls as well. If so, I invite him to take a few, in case.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;That one's seen a lot of use with us, hasn't it?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">He looks over the top of his mug.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">-- Ack. Sorry, guys, but could I duck out for a few minutes here? I need to run up the hill and let a pair of dogs outside for the evening. Shouldn't take more than twenty minutes.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..And, of course.. if someone dies and we fail to apply any of the above measures.. I can perform a lengthy and expensive ritual of ressurection. But it drains the vitality of the person so saved.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">No problem. I've got plenty of PC-to-PC dialogue anyway. :&gt;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Laddie, ye worry awfy much. Huv a dram. We've git twa braw clerics, 'n' a whopping lot o' metal oan oor side. Ony fiends that come o'er us ur gaun tae regret th' day thay wur spawned.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That's fine.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I trust I don't need to explain my situation again.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Remind me when I get back Ed's got a few things to talk about too. *BRB's!*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;With my speed, and strength, I can bring fallen people to you, if possible.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus knits his brow and frowns. &quot;I am not worrying too much. We have been worrying too little. This is just something we all ought to understand, for emergencies. It has happened before, and it is now more likely than ever to happen again.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods faintly.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt nods. &quot;I understand. I wasn't there, but I heard about what happened to Aelian in Braxton Falls.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas is right, what we're about to walk into is probably going to be the toughest thing we've done yet.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There've been more close calls.. ... ..but, yes..&quot; He looks at the sand guiltily.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not all of us may come out of it, especially if we're not careful.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well.&quot; He pauses. &quot;..I suppose that's the most of it.&quot; He continues watching the sand. &quot;..I know a little spell to flash to a new location, in a pinch, and deliver a spell.. but, it's picky.&quot; ((Knight's Move only lets Thomas teleport to a spot that would be flanking an enemy.))

* Thomas Lazarus sighs. &quot;I suppose that concludes the meeting. I just wanted you all to know. Exactly.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I suppose I don't need to ask that everyone present is committed to what we're going to do. That said, if anyone wants out, now would be your last chance.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#000000">(Insert 'har you kiddin? Hy get tah shoot defils!&quot; here. :B )

* Thomas Lazarus huffs in amusement, and offers a faint smile. &quot;I can't even imagine one of our company considering backing down from anything.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Perfect. :B ))

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;If Barbarus were here, he might.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;We've experience death before. We'll be more prepared next time.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;To get in position and stab someone in the back better.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt grins. &quot;That's what I thought, but you know what they say about assuming. I just didn't want to speak for anyone.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus maintains his meditative sitting stance in the shade. &quot;May the preparations be unnecessary..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;One more thing.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.&quot; Gnogglebolt nods.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;If he's smart, he won't come with us willingly, or alive, to answer his charges.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I think in this case, this is one of those 'we'll deal with it when we get there' things.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus cracks an eye and frowns. &quot;If brother Miron were here, I imagine he would be pointing out that we have no idea what has actually become of the count of Yoriver.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I hereby submit that he is long dead.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This is also an investigation, remember.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;And has been replaced with a fiend.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Aelian quirks an eyebrow at Sszeyl.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...For once, if Miron were here, he would be right. I agree, we don't actually know what's going on, but that's why we're going there; to find out.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's possible. It's also possible he has been colluding with devils. It's also possible he is in hiding and usurpers are controlling the government and media. It's also possible he is innocent and under fel possession.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We'll just deal with things as they come up.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We simply do not know anything except that there are devils and evil is being done to the people.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;And is that what you will tell the people?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;When they shout and mob for his head on a pike?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We'll deal with it as it comes up.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Seriously. Even I have to admit some things just can't be planned for.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We'll see.&quot; He frowns. &quot;Besides.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I learned this lesson weeks ago with brother Miron already.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(...wow, hatari's typing something big. &gt;.&gt; )

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;'Not my jurisdiction' is a blessing, sometimes.&quot; He remarks somewhat jokingly. &quot;..We're not going to utterly remanage the entire government and handle every trickle-down problem this affair has caused. There are others in place that will be helping sort things out. It is the matter of an entire town, afterall. We simply need to find out what's happening and get things under control.&quot; He closes his eyes. &quot;..After that, frankly, I leave the political quagmire and civil relations to the politicians. We have more crucial business even further north, still.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;So we do all know where we are headed, or at least the hints and riddles as to where we are headed?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Speaking of that.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus sighs. &quot;I think I remember your father suggesting we try to learn something at the liveries.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Before we go to the citadel after this.'

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I'd like to go further north.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Agreed. Let's just go in, kill devils, maybe find out whats going on and pass it along to who's job it is to actually handle it, and leave everything else to those who's job it is to manage the aftermath.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Perhaps we ought to simply re-scry them and rendezvous when we arrive.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We do know that Yoriver is locked down and the gates are barred. We'll have to sneak in.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I can scry whenever you (*And the GM*) like.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And with that, I think I can guess who our frien'ds mysterious message was referring to. But we'll see.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;At any rate. Anything else? Besides the fact that we have to make sure Sszeyl stops taking stupid risks with his life because of--&quot; Gnogglebolt glances aside at the oasis. We -should- be set up out of earshot of the other travellers, but still, &quot;-Red?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Nothing I can think of.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">To Sszeyl, &quot;...... Further north.. where?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Back, and reading up.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;And why?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt flatly glances at Gamal. &quot;Weren't you listening back at the lair?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(oooshit. -if- I have to leave today, it will probably be soon...wanna wrap this up so I can get Gnogglebolt and Thomas alone. :U )

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well... while we're in the vein of sharing spellcasting secrets, I have a few new non-combat tricks that might help us out, but that's not urgent to talk about.&quot; {:3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Further north can mean a lot of places, so where and why are valid questions.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">B-b-but, aren't you supposed to atleast buy me a drink frist?! *BRICK'D*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, that. Um...huh. Not sure what the topic is then.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">@_@

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:08 lagcheck?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">5:08

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:08 at :08. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Why can't we get good ping on Tuesdays too &gt;:O

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I know Aelian and Thomas know about one of them... and I'd be surprised if Tathi hadn't figured that same one out.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Yeah, uh, where is it you want to go other than the citadel, Sszeyl?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Please tell me you haven't figured out that silly dancing spell yet..&quot;

* Edaric snickers, then looks contemplative. &quot;Hmmmmm.&quot; :3

* Thomas Lazarus glances to Ed.

* Thomas Lazarus pauses for a moment before returning to his meditative stance and closing his eyes.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, I haven't. But I do know a trick that'll let two people speak to each other no matter how far apart they are, as long as they're close enough to touch when the spell's cast.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh, scratch that, can deal with it after Yoriver...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances at Edaric. &quot;Huh. Sounds almost like Sending.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not quite. I think... I can link myself and one other person to talk for over an hour that way.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;The Red's corpse.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances to Sszeyl. &quot;Oh, that, okay, okay.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sounds useful for scouting.&quot; he looks at swallowtail

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Could come in handy if we need to split up.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus opens one eye. &quot;... Going there is part of the plan. After all the seals are done.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh, would probably be better for after the citadel, but we'll see.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Any sooner would just be courting disaster.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;The other one's trickier... but if we're dealing with possession...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway, if that's all..&quot; Gnogglebolt yawns widely. &quot;Staying awake all night was tiring. I think all the ugent stuff is out of the way, shall we retire?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm?&quot; Gnogglebolt looks at Edaric.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's a mind-reading spell I know now.&quot;

* Swallowtail instantly looks more guarded.

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That is...wait, like what Zairith did that one time at the Pelor temple when Red almost got Sszeyl for good?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;For good he says.&quot;

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Maybe? I'm not really all that good at identifying spells...&quot; ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 12 + 3 = 15&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Knowledge Arcana check.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances at Sszeyl and grimaces while unconciously rubbing his chest. &quot;It was the furthest he'd ever got.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Detect thoughts was the spell, yes.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;No it was not.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't know what it's called, I just know I can read people's minds with a spell now.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Blasting me across the room was not the furthest he'd ever got?&quot; Gnogglebolt looks incredulous.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;The furthest he ever got was several months prior, when he massacred a contingent of Akellon soldiers who released the seal Zilvudar put upon him, and forced Zairith to apply a weaker version which ultimately failed.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Lovely.&quot; He frowns without opening his eyes.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Detect Thoughts.&quot; Tathi comments while reading her spellbook.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just looks bug-eyed at Sszeyl for a moment before shaking his head and turning back to Edaric. &quot;Well, that's very interesting...definitely something to remember, but sounds like you should be careful with it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;We're very close to where it happened, actually.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I wonder if they remember me.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt forehead meets his hand. &quot;Great.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;For all intents and purposes, 'you' massacred soldiers of the crown.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'd be amazed if you're not a wanted criminal!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Thomas, Anise, am I a wanted criminal?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You mean 'some drow' is a wanted criminal. It's a matter of national security that we ecourt him to these dragons and have the seals put in place. The true perpetrator will be free until then. ... So everyone please just relax.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I guess you're right... but still, someone could recognize him.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Besides, the knight seemed to understand the situation.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt lets out a breath. &quot;Yeah. Definitely can't worry about this now.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;He is disguised.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I even asked you about him, Thomas.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Sszeyl is disguised as an old man, remember. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;At least Sszeyl is in disguise now. Just keep it up. At any rate...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sleep. Who wants it?&quot; Gnogglebolt yawns again.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I remember. A sir Comescue.. if I recall. But I've never heard of him.&quot; He shrugs faintly. &quot;Knights by trade tend to travel far and wide when not at their courts. We'll probably never see him again.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus is already settled in pretty comfortably.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt stands up and stretches as much as his wraps will allow.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(wow, -I'm- yawning like crazy. :B )

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;Excuse me; but do you mind if I have a word with the man with two scimitars?&quot; One of the travellers approaches curiously from the oasis.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt immediately freezes.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Oh no, this is what Gamal was worried about.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Gamal, you have a guest.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd looks up at the warrior

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He turns in place. &quot;May I ask who wants to speak with a man in my company?&quot; Gnogglebolt says. Well, might as well put on the 'leader' face...

Gamal-Junayd whispers: anything indicatinga tribe I might recognize?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Despite his tiredness, Gnogglebolt stands straight and puts on an official-looking posture and expression.

Snarky:<font color="#000000">Ssssslightly mitigated by strange lizard on shoulder. But eh.

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fahd-Samir of the Vutha-Tonash. I've just heard rumors of a powerful warrior covered in wraps to hide burn scars who wields two scimitars, travelling the world, who originally came from here. A student of the Four Beasts, I think. Are you him, or have you heard of him?&quot; :.

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;A former Vorel-Svent, the stories go, if that helps.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fahd-Samir of the Vultha-Tonash. I see. Well...&quot; Gnogglebolt glances back at Gamal to read his body language.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Is Gamal tensing up or relaxing?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am Gamal-Junayd, of the Vorel-Svent &quot;

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Really?&quot; :.

Gamal-Junayd whispers: is that a hostile or friendly or unkown clan?

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">'Flow like water' ~=3=~

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt lets that answer for him. &quot;Yes, he is. Well, carry on.&quot;

You whisper to Railock: Friendly. Though usually they stick near one of the mountains on the outskirts of the desert.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt walks &quot;away&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(given nonreal token orientation)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He passes by Thomas, and whispers something in his ear.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">This is the shadiest spot I don't wanna conspire elsewhere D| *bricked*

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Sorry. It's just not often you meet such a storied warrior in the flesh.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; ''By the way, I turned up something when we stopped in Tarova that I've been meaning to talk to you about. It's not terribly urgent, and can wait until dusk.&quot;''

* Desert Warrior bows.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Meditative Thomas replies quietly, &quot; Certainly. Any time you wish. I'm only resting and thinking.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Alright. We can talk after resting. See you at dusk.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am not all that great, I simply work hard at practiceing my skills.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">With another yawn, Gnogglebolt heads off to the shelter to sleep.

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't suppose you'd be up for a spar? -- On second thought, forget it, if you're really Gamal-Junayd of the Vorel-Svent, you'd likely be able to cut me to ribbons before I could even draw.&quot; The nomad chuckles nervously.

Gamal-Junayd whispers: I can't find tonash, it's the black what clan? heh

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl gets out his paints.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 19 + 10 + 2 = 31&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Mr. Cat gets the first one. A painting of him, at this time, and this place, with a look of mild surprise on his face.

You whisper to Railock: Black Rock. :B http://draconic.twilightrealm.com/mini.php

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">By the way, what time is it now o'pocketwatch, Liatai?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Still a few hours before noon?

Catfolk Wanderer:<font color="#000000">... I'm a woman.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">It's ooc, you silly.

* Thomas Lazarus rests away the day in the shade of the rockspire and under tarp cover.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">And you're using an anime token.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">And expect people to tell the difference.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Glitch - It's about eight or nine AM.

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

Catfolk Wanderer:<font color="#000000">Fair enough. The DM couldn't tell the difference at first either. *brick'd!*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 9 + 10 + 2 = 21&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">And a followup. :d

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 16 + 10 + 2 = 28&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sunboiled gets the next one.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am always up for sparing...it is the best for of practice, and who knows, perhaps I might learna new trick from you.&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#9933ff">(( *hangs a sign around Liatai's neck that says &quot;GURL&quot; and points up* ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt tries to get some sleep despite the shake to his circadian rythmn and get eight hours in...which would put him waking up at sometime around 4 or 5 pm.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi begins to trance, and Aelian lies down besides her. He's out like a light soon.

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not in the oasis, I think the good priestess would give us grief... What brings you back to the desert?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 1 + 10 + 2 = 13&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">Plus the DM didn't stat out my token all the way |D;; *brick'd*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl burns this bit. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 7 + 10 + 2 = 19&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">So, that should leave a wee bit of crafting time until dusk...and, despite Chronos-screwing with myself, I'm gonna say Gnogglebolt goes over to Thomas at that time, while Gamal is still in the past. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Better, but let's make it even more.

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">Not statted?!

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000"> WHO'RE YOU

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 20 + 10 + 2 = 32&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Dear priestess gets number three.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">By this time, it should be reasonable to assume no one is around Thomas. Gnogglebolt trots over to the lone cleric.

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">I just don't have equipment and maneuvers! I'm MOSTLY statted! D: *brick'd*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 19 + 10 + 2 = 31&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Lenwood is #4.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; ...Hey Tom, you awake?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 8 + 10 + 2 = 20&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Once more with feeling.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 9 + 10 + 2 = 21&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

* Thomas Lazarus rolls his neck and rubs his eyes. &quot;Mmhmm.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">D. Warrior gets the fifth.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mkay. Gnogglebolt takes a seat next to Thomas. He has some pieces of parchment in his hand. He looks around to make sure no one is within earshot at the moment, and starts talking.

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe another time, if we cross paths again... but isn't this a common place for the Vorel-Svent to travel through? Are you looking to rejoin your old tribe? -- Am I being too nosy?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">--I just realized I haven't been tracking noms. :o *quickly scrolls back so as not to need to do this later*

* Thomas Lazarus raises his brows a little. &quot; Something wrong?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Is Sszeyl actually handing out these paintings?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm just traveling through on other buisness&quot;

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

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">and caught up

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;... You may not want to be here by tomorrow evening, then. Kaffir-Nasir is on the move.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have you heard of anything about my tribe? it has been a long time since I've been in the deserts, and news from here rarely goes far.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah. What is he on the move for this time?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not really, no.&quot; Gnogglebolt says. &quot;More like I'm curious about something you might know about.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So....we're going to Yoriver. Where there's a bunch of fiends. Fiends who are there because...mortals have magic to pull them through the planes?&quot;

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

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;Meeting up with a coming caravan, for winter supplies... but if you're here, I doubt he'll think anything of going out of his way to challenge you.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 11 + 10 + 2 = 23&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 11 + 10 + 2 = 23&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Gamal's long overdue painting is drawn up.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Here, Gamal.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Something like that. It's begun to sound to me like the work of a Hextorite cult infiltrating city officials and law enforcement. Whether they brought along devils or the devils brought along a cult is anyone's guess now. But, yes. Without a doubt, there are diabolists and malconvokers at work.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd is startled by the painting suddenly in front of him while he speaks with someone

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">When Sszeyl hands over the painting to the sorcerer... &quot;-- What's this? ... Oh, wow. This is incredible! ... How much do I owe you?&quot; ^^;;;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;... who are you, anyway, sir?&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#9933ff">(( brb! ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I believe that area had some working for the Mace to begin with. Whose fiends are whose will probably grow into quite a troublesome ordeal when we arrive..&quot; He frowns and looks as though he isn't looking forward to that.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's this for?&quot; to sszeyel, &quot;I doubt we'll be here by tomorrow unless something goes wrong&quot; to the warrior

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So...What kind of person has that power? To reach through the planes and bring something, -anything- from there to here? What kind of power does that take? I saw Richter once--he conjured a bunch of golden dogs.&quot;

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that the same power, or something completely different?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I'm a wandering warrior-philosopher.. No charge.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you for the warning though. any other news of the vorel-Svent? how have they been doing?&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;A warrior-philosopher and quite the skilled artist... don't suppose you'd be looking for a patron? My family's involved in the spice trade -- I'm sure I could put in a good word for you if you're looking to make a little money to support your warrior-philosopher ways.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Indeed. What you saw was called a summoning. A lot of spellcasters can do that. Tathi, probably. I did at Braxton Falls, once. It is brief, and the creature called from the outer planes is only conditionally present, by virtue of a sort of magical contract.&quot; He pauses for a moment and smiles. &quot;..It's all a lot of confounding magical nonsense that basically means, they appear for minutes at best, and cannot truly die while here. ... To answer your question, what those people do is not summoning.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I'm vaugley aware of different ways of doing it--there's a way to bring something here that's sort of 'temporary' and they're not 'really' here--it's what my Banisher grenade was supposed to disrupt.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It is calling. Contracting, beguiling.. whatever word you use for it. They stick around for longer. And they can die while here. But still. Almost all magicians can learn the rituals.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, that's it. But there's another way, isn't there?.... So that's it. I see.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;....Can you do that?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Gamal's painting is a mess of action and movement. Gamal is in the air, his scimitars out and at full battle preparednes, in the midst of one of his dances. Around him, great ropes of sand whip at him, while a black-skinned man in desert ware brandishing a staff flings spells at the airborne Gamal.

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;They've... changed since Kaffir-Nasir took charge. Always preparing for a new conflict. The word is that they may be preparing for another strike on the Sthyr-Rhyaex within the next few months. I hope they don't. It never ends well for the Vorel-Svent... It would be so much better if his son took command of the tribe. Not that I'd be looking to get involved. Kaffir is -- I don't suppose I need to tell you about Kaffir.&quot; ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">On the back is the title, 'Dance to the Death.'

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I never have, before. But I believe I could try.&quot; He considers a bit. &quot;..I've never really had occasion to concern myself with the likes of angels. All my studying has been on their enemies.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Oh, the black man has an arrow with a silk ribbon shaft wrapped around his staff.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I am a foreigner to these parts, what exactly incurrs patronship?&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;... you don't know?&quot; :.

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;I thought patroning the arts was -- hmm. Where do you come from?&quot; :.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, see, that's exactly what I turned up in Tarova. I met with a priest for some spiritual guidance...and I also asked him about the beings of light.&quot; Gnogglebolt looks more exited and animated as he starts leafing through the pieces of parchment in his hand. They look like handwritten notes. &quot;Thomas, I think we have the potential to call on some real backup here.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus frowns slightly. &quot;..Although.. I am, as I said, not so experienced at such a thing. I'm not sure I could call down a creature of much power.&quot; He stares at the sand.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Do you remember how we turned Terri away from this journey?&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">The dwarf elbows Anise. &quot;Oie, whilk god urr ye follaein, anyway?&quot; He asks.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt squints his eyes. &quot;...Refresh my memory?&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;You don't look Kaduan... nor Aldusian... I know they have extensive traditions of patronage...&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Huh?&quot;

Dorf Aias: <font color="#9933ff">(( JUST NOTICED THE TRAVELER. SON OF A SNITCH. ))

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, no you don't. But Kaffir is a skilled warrior, and not likely to fall in battle anytime soon.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus folds his hands over his lap. &quot;Well, it's simple; she wanted to come, and we said, 'no, of course not. It's too dangerous for you'. ... Even knowing how strong she actually is, that's probably true.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...What does that have to do with this?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He sighs. &quot;..I'm honestly not sure I could attract the attention of a being even as strong as she is. That's all.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;The Girn Mountains.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Not many people there at all, let alone patrons.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Well, hear me out anyway?&quot;

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

Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( As an OOC aside, Bralani are like the most OP level 6 creatures I've ever seen lolz *bricked* ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(hey, whady'a know, theyre -exactly- who I'm going to ask for. x3 )

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;From one of the monasteries up there, then? That would make sense.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Ye heerd me.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, well...the priest told me that there's three general classes of...well, 'celestials'. Archons, Guardinals, and Eladrin. He said Archons are the orderly crusaders who champion the causes of the more structured gods. Guardinals are...like the defenders and aids to the weak and poor. In fact, he said a lot of them were associated with Pelor. And then there were the 'Eladrin'...who are the wild champions of freedom who hate tyranny with a passion.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'd hope it'd be pretty obvious. Heironeous.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( :00 ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The preist showed me some myths and stories; the Archon and the Farmer; the Trickster, the Tanner, and the Truthsayer; the Soldier's Angel...and some excerpts from an illustrated tome on a few of them.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:00 at :02. ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:03 lagcheck?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm passingly familiar from church studies.&quot; He listens.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas, we're going into a situation where Devils, the fiends of methodical evil, have Yoriver in a--by all accounts--tyrannical grip.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It wasn't obvious at all. =3=;;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why don't we ask for the beings of light who are specialized in combatting exactly that?&quot; Gnogglebolt puls out two of the pieces of parchment and reads from them.

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( :x :02 ))

* Thomas Lazarus leans a little and observes.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( :03 ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:03 at :04.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;He told me of two 'kinds' of Eladrin-- first, the 'Bralani'. They're wild elementalists of a stripe.&quot; Gnoggleolt glances in the direction of wherever Tathi is sheltered, and raises an eyebrow. &quot; Someone after our wizard's own heart. And then there are the 'Ghaele'...these ones seem to be more like powerful lords who actually aid mortals in guerilla techniques and how to subvert a tyrannical regime.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Really noo? Ye shuid switch ower tae th' All-Father. Ye dram enough fur him tae lik' you.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, I thank you for the news, hopefully we'll be gone well before he gets here on the morrow. Shame he's acting foolish again...one can only hope in the fortunes of war he'll be the one struck down this time.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks up. &quot;It's basically exactly what we could use. I know you said you don't think you'll be able to call upon any of much power...but, maybe you could try? And see if any answer your call?&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Patronage is basically support, whether financial or otherwise. A patron will commission art from you, or put in a good word for you and draw more people interested in your art, or pay you in return for services. They can help you become well-known, get you a nice studio, help you pay for art supplies, and above all, provide a steady source of income.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus rubs his chin.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is...there any problem with just trying? Could it hurt? And how many times could you do it?&quot;

* Anise Berilan laughs. &quot;I don't think I've got enough of a beard for ol' Moradin to take a liking to me.&quot; |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglbolt looks down again. &quot;And my thoughts keep going to Jolenta...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;A decendant of a being of light.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">He grins. &quot;Then whit's stopping ye frae grawin one?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Maybe.. ... ..my only concern is pulling a lesser angel into a conflict well over their head, and getting them killed.&quot; He looks sadly at the parchment for a moment. &quot;..Angels live for all eternity.. unless they die at war with fiends. Then they are gone. Utterly, and completely. It would be a tragedy beyond even the loss of mortal life.&quot; He sighs through his nose and keeps considering. &quot;..But.. perhaps having such an advisor and rear-line support on such a crisis would be something..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm sure it's not like they would be...well...forced to help us if it's a bad idea...right?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you can't get one really powerful enough to make a difference, then yeah, we'd probably just do best with advice and let them go back home...&quot;

* Anise Berilan laughs, and waves her hands at Dorf in an impression of waggling a beard. &quot;Think I could pull it off?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Honestly, my suspicion is that they would help us in this situation no matter what. Even if it were certain death for them. It would not be the first time we find an ally in that position wishing to help. Tis also our responsibility to look after them.&quot; He knits his brow in thought.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">He laughs. &quot;I think you'd keek smashing wi' one!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks down and frowns.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's see..&quot; Knowledge: Planes &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 1 + 10 = 11&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He simply knows nothing about angels at all, except the basics. &quot;Hmm.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... hey, Dorf. Was I really being too hard on the Amayan chick?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well...if at all possible, if you don't think it will go too badly for simply trying, I'd like that. If you think the risk is too great, I understand.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But if you do try, I wanna be there.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Even if I decided to turn a blind eye, which I won't because that would be dishonorable... the people in Yoriver won't. If that girl gets caught carrying contraband, it'll come down on all our heads, and it'll be the gibbet for her beyond a doubt.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I can try. I still fear the profile we will be wearing by having an angel with us, when our enemies are a hive of devils. But perhaps it will work out.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's rendezvous with our allies inside the city and reach a safe location first, though, shall we?&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can get away with carrying them by saying I was confiscating them. She can't. What's worse... being hanged or losing a few vials...?&quot; Anise leans back in the carriage with a groan.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;All I'd like to see is an attempt, whether it works or not. We could still learn something valuable, potentially...though of course, it would probably be a good idea to do it before getting to the city.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That way, if the angel really is in over their head, we'd be in more of a position to send them back. You can do that, right? You didn't answer...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Although beings of pure good, an angel mmmmay not be entirely sensitive to the particulars of our mortal politics.&quot; He smirks faintly.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Hmm. I do have people who rely on me for income...Would I be obligated to stay in certain locations? I am currently on a pilgramidge with my colleagues for reasons of my health, but I often roam further south of here.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;And my talents with art are limited to the painting of things, I'm afraid.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh. Can I send them back..?&quot; He considers.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( *checks* ))

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Well. Tis a streenge line, isnae it? A'm a law abiding dwarf, na doubt, bit ah realize a ninja lik' her is gaun tae huv poison.&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;As long as you have a permanent address somewhere, I don't see why it would be a terrible problem... Though a patron might call on you to paint something in a specific location. Like the roof of a chapel or something.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;A wha like her?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(I think at worst, you can choose to not actually give them a 'task' and just give them their trigger to go home....which is then at their purview to use. &gt;.&gt; May need a DM-check on that.)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He shakes his head. &quot;Once the contract is struck, it's struck. If they were summoned.. then yes, I could. But what you speak of -- a contractual calling, with drawn ritual and all.. no. Tis not so simple.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Do they ever go back, then?&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;And, aye, thir's th' chance o' bein' caught, bit that's whaur A'd be relying oan her ability tae keep thaim hidden. Hopefully, thay dinnae huv mad rocket poison scanning illusions, ye know?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If not, then I'll have to agree, it's a bad idea...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Eventually, yes. I believe you need to parlay with them first. Establish some rules. An agreement; a task, and a return tithe.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Afterwords they may be here for minutes. Or days.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It all depends.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I guess that -is- a risk to consider...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;....You also didn't say how many times, hypothetically speaking, you could do it.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh. Sorry. I was only distracted. Let's see..&quot; He frowns.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's like a normal spell where you can just cast it as much time as you have the power for, right? Or is it...something more?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I know Tathi has all kinds of little esoteric symbolic objects in her little pouch that she uses to call on her magic...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What would this one entail?&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well no, I doubt they'll have the same protections a dragon archmage'd have.&quot; Swig. &quot;... but it doesn't take an illusion to find a poison on somebody.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I suppose I could enact that ritual seven times a day -- if I were really inclined to only do that and nothing else. But it would be quite a drain. These are powerful rituals. Summoners are weary and leather-skinned folk for more reasons than just their age. Nevermind that all the called angels would request some sort of return for their service. Probably a donation somewhere, or good deed, or the like.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl provides his address to the man, which is the Guardian HQ. &quot;Excellent. I would know the name of my new dear friend. I am Sszeyl.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's how it supposedly goes, anyways. I've never met one in person.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Well. Except that lion.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;A ninja. Ain't ye ever heard o' thaim? thay be some manner o' smoukin, blood-thirsty rogues, yit they're honorable as cuid be. Some streenge amayan thing. That's aboot a' ah ken aboot it.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It...would actually drain you?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm. It's a hard spell to invoke. Magic has its price.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Cosmic forces aren't to be trifled with. Although there are worse spells than this one.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks even more downcast. &quot;Man, this really does keep sounding less and less of a good idea...&quot; He signs.

* Thomas Lazarus pats Gnogglebolt's shoulder.

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Joshua Farusca. If anything comes through, the patron will be somebody in the Farusca family.&quot; The young man smiles and holds out a hand for a handshake. &quot;Pleasure to meet you, Sszeyl. I hope your pilgrimage goes well and your wallet stays full.&quot; :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;One calling would be nothing for me. Let's try when we find shelter in the city and meet our friends.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, I'd still love to see an attempt, just once, if nothing more than to learn about it firsthand. But it's your power, use it at your own discretion. I cannot, will not command you to do it.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Also, she strikes me as th' sort tae jook th' authorities 'n' whit huv ye. Nae exactly trustworthy whin it comes tae th' law, ye follow?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Wallet stays full, he says.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Especially knowing the cost...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl shakes the sorceror's hand. Holy hell, you can feel this man could -crush your hand to powder- on a whim, in that shake. |D

Glitch:<font color="#000000">And that, naysayer meany, is how I let in-game interactions and dialogue determine whether I -actually- go through with a plan or not. :P I'm only stubborn in the hypothetical stage. :P

Glitch:<font color="#000000">And now, I think I need to read back, there's been a lot of other dialogue I suspect is nom-worthy...

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">Especially mine, I'm an arcane spellcaster -- ow. |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ohhh I don't think it's that bad, really.&quot; 100xp, as you're no doubt aware. &quot;More the contract with the angel itself that'd probably come with a burden. Who knows what would be asked of us?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Maybe even nothing. Guess it depends on the angel.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(indeed, indeed, but can't quantify that in-character without totally breaking foruth wall and going meta. :B )

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I follow, I follow. But I'm an ordained officer of the law.&quot; Anise frowns.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Pff, laws. =3= *cudgel'd*

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't think it would cost me my badge or anything, but letting a crime go unpunished doesn't sit well with me.&quot; Swig. |\

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;My companions will be at rest a while longer. Shall we acquaint ourselves with each other while you are still around? :3&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Well, allow me tae follow this avenue o' pursuit. Huv ye ony licenses fur poisons?&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sure, if you like!&quot; :3

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm a registered ratsmith, I've got a license for that poison!&quot;

* Anise Berilan thinks. |\ &quot;... some. Like rat poison and things like that.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oil of taggit and carrion crawler brain juice are restricted, though. They won't kill somebody, but it's very easy to kill somebody who's had a dose of one of those. Or mug. Or rape. Or whatever you please.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oil of taggit's got a nasty reputation toward that end. Especially because it works best if someone eats or drinks something with it in it.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus seems content to let the issue settle. &quot;We will do what seems best to do, friend. If it's anything like that force of demons.. ... ..perhaps a little more help would be wise. But otherwise, we'll see. We are honestly pretty darn well equipped for the challenges ahead as is.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;So. Why are you out here in the first place, and why do you look like you're recovering from heatstroke?&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Ah ha. Sae, some poisons ur illegal na maiter whit? That cuid be a bawherr troublesome.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Read up and nom'd.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;It occurs tae me that we dwarves ur mibbie a bawherr lenient whaur poisons ur heavy goin. Seeing howfur thay barely effect us.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( It's more like 'OH GOD NPC GLUT LIKE NEVER BEFORE D:' :B ))

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hmm...actually, Imma go afk for a bit. Lunch. (and maybe walking right into a familytrap, but at least I got out of the way what I really wanted to.)

* Sunbroiled Sorcerer chuckles. &quot;Because I am, thanks to the priestess over there. I'm taking a shipment of spices to Galan for my family, and trying some of the local foods and such for inspiration along the way... plus my friend Fahd-Samir and I do a little adventuring on the side. Have you heard about some of the ruins around here?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Brb also while I prepare meat for the oven.

* Anise Berilan chuckles. &quot;Yeah... maybe. At least she wasn't carrying anything like black lotus. That stuff'll get you the death penalty, anywhere. That's the assassin's best friend.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 6 + 4 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Eavesdrop~ *brick'd*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Rainshower, might lag.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Really!? That's something. That's th' yin that requires a class 3 license.&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;They say a pretty strong wizard from Castleton went to go check some of them out with a team a while ago. I wonder if they found anything yet.&quot;

* Anise Berilan peeks at Dorf. &quot;... so what kind of licenses do dwarves have for this kind of thing?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oven heatin'

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Well, class yin is easy. That's th' bartender's license. Ale is th' finest poison o' thaim a', afterall.&quot; He doesn't mention that they're practically driver's licenses amoung the dwarves. Everyone's got one. XP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3

* Anise Berilan chuckles. &quot;I hear you on that. What's class two?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus rises and dusts himself off. Stretch, creak.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Class twa is th' lik' that alchemists 'n' rogues forordinar gets. Lets ye handle juist aboot anythin', save fur th' pure, pure nasty stuff.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas decides to contribute back to the life of the desert during his stay, and walks close to the oasis pool. He waves a hand over the water, and twenty gallons of pure H20 manifest close to the surface, so as not to splash. He bows to his fellow priestess after. &quot;Thank you for your hospitality.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Forodinar?&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;That's class three. 'N' ye bonny muckle huv tae be th' Throne's assassin tae git yin o' they. Anythin' goes at that point, thir's na cap.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Er, typically. Forordinar. Maist o' th' time.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aha.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;So the things the Amayan chick's got would be... class two under your licenses, yeah?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Say, Dorf. Sorry for eavesdropping. But I just thought of something.&quot; :.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;What does it take to get one of those dwarven licenses?&quot; :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Ruins? No, I have not. :v&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;What is their story?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;If Swallowtail had one, she wouldn't be breaking the law anymore, would she?&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Sounds tae be. Then again, they amayans ur a richt bunch o' nutjobs lest ah heard o' them.&quot; He says, and then glances at Edaric.

* Anise Berilan frowns. &quot;Sounds back-room-dodgy to me...&quot;

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">OCH, WHO'RE YEW?! *bricked*

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hard to say! That's what the archaeologists are looking at. Tribes that came before, ancient civilizations, things from before the Moscra was a desert, even.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Well, th' foremaist one's juist paperwork, 'n' haein a braw fluff helps. Th' seicont yin is a wee bit o' a run aroond. Typically huv tae state yer stowed oot intent oan th' uise o' th' poisons 'n' whit not.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Stowed out?&quot;

You have disconnected.

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

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

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

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

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I LIVE. \o/

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Teeny Rin of the Wastes: OCH, WHO'RE YEW?! *bricked* Sunbroiled Sorcerer: &quot;Hard to say! That's what the archaeologists are looking at. Tribes that came before, ancient civilizations, things from before the Moscra was a desert, even.&quot; Dorf Aias: &quot;Well, th' foremaist one's juist paperwork, 'n' haein a braw fluff helps. Th' seicont yin is a wee bit o' a run aroond. Typically huv tae state yer stowed oot intent oan th' uise o' th' poisons 'n' whit not.&quot; Edaric: &quot;Stowed out?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But thr problem is--&quot; Gnogglebolt dangles his arm to the side, &quot;--Is my dinky little arm can't throw enough of it to really matter.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">YAY I was just about to tell them about your text. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt then goes next to the barrel and lifts a small tarp wrapping some lumpy object. When revealed, it's...some inscrutable machine thing. But there are a few general shapes Thomas recognizes.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He nods faintly.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">One, it seems to have a wide barrel on the end. Like a gun. And out the back-end is a rubber hose.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The rain's gone, so I should be able to stick around.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So this thing is going to throw the water for me. I'll drench them from head to toe in holy water!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;In one shot!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Of course, that means it's also used up much quicker.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Lia; need whisper?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">brb 1 shake

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

Glitch whispers: Teeny Rin of the Wastes: OCH, WHO'RE YEW?! *bricked* Dorf Aias: &quot;Well, th' foremaist one's juist paperwork, 'n' haein a braw fluff helps. Th' seicont yin is a wee bit o' a run aroond. Typically huv tae state yer stowed oot intent oan th' uise o' th' poisons 'n' whit not.&quot; Liatai is disconnected. Dr. Hatari: Thought so. Dorf Aias: &quot;Class three a dinnae ken aboot. A'm bonny sure th' crown haes tae mair or less gie ye one.&quot; Glitch: Back. Took a lot longer than I thought to make a sammich. :B Glitch: aw, I wouldn't have come back it it meant Lia dropped. D| Curse you, karmicly-capricious universe! Dorf Aias: Welp, I need to make supper. AFK. Gnogglebolt: ...hmm. hatari, you still here? Dr. Hatari: Yep. Dr. Hatari: Futzin about Gnogglebolt: Might as well do one other mini-roleplay while waiting for the DM to return... Gnogglebolt: Gnogglebolt comes trotting over to Thomas after seeing him conjure water into the pool. &quot;...By the way, that's another question I have for you.&quot; * Thomas Lazarus half-turns. &quot;Oh..?&quot; Gnogglebolt: &quot;How often can you...well, not make water, but...make blessed water? Assuming you had the silver dust you needed?&quot; Gnogglebolt: &quot;How many times a day can you do that under the best circumstances, and how much can you make?&quot; Thomas Lazarus: He considers a while. &quot;...&quot; Thomas Lazarus: &quot;I'm not sure exactly..., but, I could probably dedicate a whole day's effort to just that and summon up the mana for almost two dozen rituals.&quot; ((22 castings with all but domain slots dedicated.)) Thomas Lazarus: &quot;Would take a serious pile of pure silver, though.&quot; Gnogglebolt: &quot;Hmm...oh, you'd be using all your high-level power for it...&quot; Gnogglebolt: &quot;How about if you only commit the appropriate power for it?&quot; Thomas Lazarus: &quot;Oh.. six, or so, without impeding on anything really tactically important, I suppose.&quot; Gnogglebolt: &quot;Hmm. Just enough for one shot, by my estimations...&quot; Gnogglebolt: &quot;If things go well though, I won't run out before we're done...&quot; Gnogglebolt: Gnogglebolt seems to be talking to himself. Thomas Lazarus: &quot;Had something in mind..?&quot; Thomas Lazarus: &quot;Holy water is wise to prepare, but we've certainly stronger weapons at our immediate disposal. Unless you're inventing?&quot; Gnogglebolt: You can hear the grin from under the wraps. &quot;Reloads.&quot; Glitch: (...what are you typing that's longer than &quot;Gnogglebolt, what have you done?&quot; :B ) Glitch: ;P Thomas Lazarus: &quot;Hmm.&quot; He smirks faintly. &quot;There are many days I spend with spells unused. I'd be happy to make holy water for the Guardians anytime we're not in a combat zone. Just help me find the material for it, I don't even know -where- to look for it outside a temple store room, and I'll take care of it. It doesn't take very long.&quot; Glitch: oh. :B Thomas Lazarus: (( Was looking up a cast time. )) Thomas Lazarus: &quot;..Haven't you already got quite a staggering supply on hand, though? What in the world is it all for?&quot; Gnogglebolt: &quot;Well. We'll see. If I need some, I'll hit you up. Incidentally, your own temple didn't really have much silver on hand--I had to go to all of their suppliers to gather enough for my order...&quot; Gnogglebolt: Oh, you can tell he's having his gnommish fun now. &quot;Wanna see?&quot; Thomas Lazarus: &quot;Probably not much by your industrial standards.&quot; =w=; Thomas Lazarus: &quot;Very well.&quot; Gnogglebolt: Gnogglebolt leads Thomas over to the carriages and climbs into the middle one. Among everyone else' Gnogglebolt: else's odds and ends, there's one barrel in the corner labled &quot;Do Not Drink!&quot; in multiple languages, enough to cover at least two languages that everyone individually speaks. Ghostwish: Just got a text from Liatai. Narfing rain. She's still trying to reconnect. Gnogglebolt: He pats the barrel. If Thomas detects of 'senses' it, it is of course a huge concentration of the aura associated with holy water. Gnogglebolt: *detects or senses Dr. Hatari: Blah * Thomas Lazarus shakes his head. &quot;Sheesh..!&quot; Thomas Lazarus: &quot;Never wanted to run out of holy water in combat again, huh?&quot; Gnogglebolt: OOC: it's fifty units worth Gnogglebolt: &quot;Sort of...&quot; Gnogglebolt: &quot;See, holy water is effective against the nasties we typically go up against. Liatai has connected.

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">Repost - &quot;Hard to say! That's what the archaeologists are looking at. Tribes that came before, ancient civilizations, things from before the Moscra was a desert, even.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm... so who issues the class two licenses?&quot; &gt;:d

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;And you are exploring these ruins as a side-venture?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus muses thoughtfully. &quot;I see..&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;It depends. We can't attach ourselves to a whole expedition for months on end, but if an archaeologist needs some extra protection from bandits or monsters, we'll take on the job.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I mean... you're a priest of Moradin, right? Could you do it?&quot; :3

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think I see what you're doing, there...&quot; :\

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I don't like it.&quot; :|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Interesting. Their resistances and tough hide shouldn't be able to resist that.. it may be even more effective than holy spells.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Quite clever.&quot; &gt;:.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;By my math, I have enough here for ten shots total before running totally out.&quot;

Ghostwish: <font color="#9933ff">(( back ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And it will take five castings of water-blessing to refill one shot.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;What don't you like about it?&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Stated. Expressed. Stowed.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus huffs in amusement. &quot;You'll need to open a silver mine just to fuel these devices. But if it works, it'll be quite a weapon against the Damned and the fiendish.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sure, she might be all well and good by dwarven law. But in case you've forgotten, this is the kingdom of Akellon.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Which reminds me. Who is the companion you mentioned? The other human, or the catfolk?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I look forward to it.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And that would be why I had to hit up every one of your temple's suppliers in Castleton to just get this much.&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Moscran fellow over there.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Well o' coorse ah cuid. Bit how come- och. Yi'll waant me tae gie her a license?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...If I was actually a magician, maybe I could come up with a way to...Iunno...mass-bless water?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'd imagine it'd cause problems for travellers if there wasn't some way that the kingdom of Akellon could acknowledge other countries' laws.&quot; 0:3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Wait, can you make your own magic?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that even possible?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Can you make your own magic.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Is he serious.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;She's no dwarf, not a dwarven citizen.&quot; &gt;:\

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">oh shut up. :p

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;... citizenship is the problem?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">He's a -cleric.-

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">He wields -Pelor's- magic.

* Thomas Lazarus raises his hands and waves them. &quot;It can be done, yes. But that takes experts in dweomercraft and magic theory and this and that..&quot; ^^;;; &quot;I would be in way over my head. But it can be done.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(actually, clerics can invent new spells just as wizards can.)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Maybe brother Miron or brother Richter could look into it.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(-anyone- with magic can invent a new spell.)

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

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">What we say... &quot;See, that's th' pairt ah wis wondering aboot. Wid th' laws o' mah fowk extend here?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( You also need to make spellcraft checks, if I recall. :B ))

* Swallowtail looks at Anise. &quot;Officer of the law. Does the kingdom of Akellon honor licenses from other countries provided their holder is a citizen of that country?&quot; How... unusually eloquent for Swallowtail.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Yes, there's that.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Excuse me a moment.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas with his adorable two skillpoints per level has put all of his knowledge into the healing arts and learning about fiends.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;It'd be a diplomatic headache if they didn't... but the person has to be an acknowledged traveller and have declared their --&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">''&quot;Ed! It doesn't work like that. I tried it with some of the laws I was bound by, but Akellon law takes prescedent they said.&quot;''

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Shouted at the bard. :v

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Now where were we.&quot;

* Swallowtail hops out of the trucktrain and displays a document written in Amayan. &quot;This work?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, maybe I'll ask Richter when we get back to Castleton, then.&quot;

* Anise Berilan looks flatly. &quot;I can't read Amayan, chickie.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But yeah. Just in case, while we're in Yoriver, we may need to look into acquiring some silver if the cost-benefit is in favor.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">The dwarf thinks for a moment, stroking his beard. &quot;I cuid mak' her a citizen.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Oh -god.-

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Citizenship by marriage.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">SO. MANY. BRICKS.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">My mom-is-leering-with-that-wants-grandkids-sense is tingling.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;License to carry restricted items. And this is passport.&quot; Swallowtail shows another Amayan document. &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 7 + 8 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; versus &#171;  &#160;1d20+6 = 3 + 6 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">It's actually a laundromat reciept.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">But Anise doesn't need to know that.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">That's why Comprehend Languages exists.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well......&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">The dwarf raises his bushy eyebrows. &quot;Chickie? Whit's that?&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... I guess that works.&quot; &gt;:\

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">You're always like, &quot;Oh there's Wish for that~&quot; *bricked*

Glitch:<font color="#000000">The officer of the law been out-law'd!

* Swallowtail nods and stows the 'documents.' (One of which was, yes, a random letter from home. :B ) &quot;Thank you.&quot;

Dorf Aias: <font color="#9933ff">(( Techie, that was terrible and you should feel terrible. :P ))

* Glitch giggles

* Glitch cackles

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Meanwhile the old man has been regailing the sorcerer with a tale of goblins and wolves. &quot;...and so I jumped onto the wolf, and almost had it as a mount when it turned around, and bit me in the chest. It's head was big enough to get the whole thing in one bite.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Chick. Girl. Person of the young and female persuasion.&quot; =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Fortunately we'd replaced our group cleric by that time.&quot;

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">That kind of story catches the warrior's attention. :3 !

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who then also got his ass bit, and then our gnome had to drag both our bodies out of the way.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Leave me out of this, I was being valiant and tanking, he just ate an AoO to try something bro-awesome. =3=;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">At any rate...to get the -last- puttering-about idea I had for this scene out, Gnogglebolt trots around looks for Swallowtail, or wrapped-up-person-with-a-pink-sash.

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">ITSA SAME ATTA END OF THE DAY

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(Her sash was pink, right?)

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">As though it could be any other color? *brick'd*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">BBQ spare ribs complete \o/

* Liatai jealouses. :o~

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 1 + 19 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; The oasis begins to fill with lute music as the night begins to fall... someone's taking full advantage of the quiet of the desert minus trucktrain.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">TWANG. DX ... though he manages to make the rest of the song sound okay, even missing the string, before stopping to replace it.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 13 + 19 = 32&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Let's try this again... :3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Much better.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;By the way, Swallowtail. Might we talk for a moment? I had an idea for you...&quot;

Dorf Aias: <font color="#9933ff">(( *munches on sausage, steamed carrots, and buttered toast* :3 ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;It turned out the wolves were bewitched by a druid witch to attack the goblins, as they had sold her cadavers for zombies in the past, and she didn't want them to talk.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Our catfolk made them into cloaks.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;The wolves, not the goblins or cadavers.&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;... good gravy. Is that another member of your band? Are you travelling artists as well as warriors?&quot; :. The sorcerer seems distracted by the lute music.

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">More like they fill with TWANG

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

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:54 lagcheck?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Master. Master. Master of TWANGS are pulling the strings...

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(...I'm sorry, I don't know where -that- one came from. :B )

* Glitch has the strangest urge to listen to Metallica now.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I swear, if we do not up and leave this pointless oasis and get to Yoriver RIGHT NOW, I'll... I'LL... I'll ''say something nasty! /Muriel''

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That was re: pointless oasis, by the way.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">alright, alright, no alchemical distillation on holy water to make it into an injectable poison. Dx

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Lialagcheck at :54

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:54 at :56

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;We are a formal guild of adventurers, still in the first stages of activity.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Our catfolk remained behind to command our new recruits and recruitment efforts in Castleton.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( :55 ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:55 at :57

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm expecting a Gamal recruitment attempt any second now... *BRICK'D*

Gamal-Junayd whispers: I had been considering trying to ask the party to stay and see if we could deal with the leader. but I think that would be a bit one person set up. and I think dr at least wants yo-river bad. do you have any preference?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Uhoh. Looks like Lia -is- lagging. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">:57

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:57 at :58

You whisper to Railock: I'd prefer if you headed to Yoriver, honestly. :3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Meh, probably is a pipe dream anyway, would need on-the-spot DM fiat. With her lagging, that's even less likely. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( :58 ))

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;A formal adventuring guild? What do you call yourselves?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Unless you actually say- this is possible, Lia (That is, distilling holy water into a form where a tiny dose injected directly into a fiend will cause devastating effects equal to or greater than a normal splash of holy water), scratch Gnogglebolt approaching Swallowtail, and we'll move on. I'll just have him make another banisher grenade or two. :58

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:58 at :00

Gamal-Junayd whispers: then gamal will run from this. he doesn't think he's ready for it still.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Assume Ginyu Force poses;

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

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you're Castleton-based, we are headed south. Maybe we'll cross paths again.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;We are the vigilant guardians. And we could always use people seeking a name for themselves.&quot; looks over atht e desert warrior &quot;If you were with us, you'd probably have more opportunities than you could want to spar.&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Vigilant Guardians... Maybe, maybe! It all depends on where the future takes us. ... Say, I don't suppose you're interested in buying any spices? Useful for adding a little zip to ordinary trail rations, if you're on a journey --&quot;

* Desert Warrior chuckles. &quot;Always the salesman, eh Josh?&quot; XP

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, it's the family business!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus smiles.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;What do you have? If you have anything interesting, at a decent price...Just nothing prone to making the food get up and walk away.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus keys BBQ sauce all over keys :E

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;... get up and walk away?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes. Had enough of that already.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Lialagcheck? :04

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:04 at :04

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh, you -are- with us again. Cool.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Could be our haunted kitchen hearth.&quot; =w=

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can't say we've had any reports of that happening with Farusca spices, so I think you'll be fairly safe.&quot; :3

* Liatai opens up the AEG. =3=

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well what do you have, and what prices are you looking for?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">So, what do you think? nick a fiend with a dart coated in distilled holy water 'poison', watch it turn their insides to mush like spidervenom as it courses through their veins directly instead of eating through their hides first?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Or is that &quot;hell no&quot; or &quot;Too much of a headache to invent on the spot&quot;?

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

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Banisher grenade craftan!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Don't they have goofball holy poisons in the BoED anyways?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Yes, but those are magic. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt can't make them. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oshit. I know what you could make with science.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Make holy water into jell-o mix. Rub onto swords. Or just eat! \o/

* Dr. Hatari is bricked

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">That is basically exactly what I had in mind.

* Sunbroiled Sorcerer lists off some prices; mostly Kaduan and northern spices (think jungle and mountain), along with some staples. He recommends the cinammon especially, though it's 1 GP per ounce. There's also some dried chilies, but they're 25 GP per pound. Though he could give you less of an amount for a lower price.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... holy Jell-o. What. XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What would holy Jell-o even taste like? :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">But anyway! Banisher grenade, starting from either 5 or 6 oclock (in-game, Gnogglebolt's chats with Thomas should only be an hour or so. Talk is faster than type. :B ) which gives him about 4 hours of crafting time...so I'll craft by day, and then fraction the day to see if he gets any grenades done.

* Thomas Lazarus grows pensive as the prospect of hyper-spicy meals rises. &gt;.&gt;;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Wanted to make some kind of holy-water-viscous mix that Swallowtail could apply to her weapons and use her poison techniques with.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Like tap water and silver flecks colliding with your teeth painfully.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Also, goodness. *bricked*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">So, craft (Technological Device) &#171; &#160;1d20+24 = 14 + 24 = 38&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;38*30 = 38 * 30 = 1140&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm hoping to pick up some elven vanilla when we get further south. That always sells well in the Veld.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I can imagine.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">^ Progress in gold pieces, and as for how many (hypothetical) grenades Gnogglebolt makes with that: &#171; &#160;1140/370 = 1140 / 370 = 3.081081081081081081081081081081081&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't suppose your elves know any good sources for it?&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">Ping ping, SEEDS peeps. *brick'd*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Our elves are the founders of an elven settlement.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">and as four hours is half of eight hours, Gnogglebolt can make half that, rounded down...so, one banisher grenade made.

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Really?!&quot; O_o

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Perhaps a trade agreement between your groups can be arranged.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And since we're not in town, deducting cost not from GP, but from generic tech materials reserves.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;370/3 = 370 / 3 = 123.3333333333333333333333333333333&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well now we just have to meet up in Castleton again.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;500-123.3 = 500 - 123.3 = 376.7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Tech materials remaining.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Yes. We're going north for the pilgramidge and to investigate demon sightings around Yoriver.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">Guess who's asleep. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Inventory updated.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And Hmmmm.....

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is the address you have me your guild hall, or a private residence?&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">this is a good trading nexus in the desert area...

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Tell the snow elf in our HQ we sent you, and he'll give you a fee treat that might sell well out here, if you can manage to find a way to keep it cold.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh dear, sounds like rain again...

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

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

* Dr. Hatari was randomly remembering the part of the mini where bearded devils attacked using their beards.

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

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aha!&quot; :3 &quot;I've heard of that!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt walks over to the warriors and priestess. &quot;Do I hear people interested in our adventuring troupe?&quot;

Sunbroiled Sorcerer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you think he could use some chocolate to flavor it with? I do have cocoa powder --&quot;

* Dr. Hatari is now picturing Dorf using the spell compendium spell that gives you a holy beard attack. And dueling the bearded devils. Lightsaber impact sounds are played whenever the beards parry.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Help I am retarded

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">DOIN' IT.

* Glitch gasps for breath from laughing. XD

* Desert Warrior chuckles. x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And yes battle beard is a real spell.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*SNRK* XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Well hey. That's how I imagine Gilric got devil chills. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt removes his headwraps as he approaches the warrior and mage.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Beard-to-beard combat with a devil. :B

* Gamal-Junayd buys 1 pound of chiles, and 25 ounces of cinnamon

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or at least making a connection! You seem like very good people to know.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, I hear you folks are interested in the Vigilant Guardians.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's a level 1 Paladin spell.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">... Vorel could cast it. *immolate'd*

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Ghost disallowed the compendium. ))

Desert Warrior:<font color="#000000">&quot;A storied warrior, skilled artists, the leaders of settlements...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Question, are you folks actually from around here? Were you born and/or raised here in the desert?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( And we don't know the source book. ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or are you from elsewhere?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Your beard grows and turns to pure and magically hardened silver, providing you with a +2 sacred bonus to AC. If you do not have a beard, you grow one for the duration of this spell (even if you are a creature that cannot normally grow a beard, such as an elf or a female human). You get a +2 circumstance bonus on Diplomacy checks against dwarves.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">HAH, elves can't have beards! PROVEN. *BRICKED*

Fahd-Samir of the Vutha-Tonash:<font color="#000000">&quot;I was. Fahd-Samir of the Vutha-Tonash. Joshua, here, I met when he was a trader. Where do you come from, anyway?&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">SPELLNAME NOW. XP

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;He has a variety of flavors, but not cocoa, as far as I know. :.&quot;

* Joshua Farusca shrugs. :3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ghost; he already said. It's literally &quot;Battle Beard&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Oh god. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Silverbeard. Page 190 spell compendium.

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Miron can cast any divine spell. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( He can cast it. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Cleric or druid spell.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">--oh, my bad. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I paraphrased, its not battle beard. x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Not paladin. Already checked. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm from Mazio!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">We're totally down to two hours and not even at Yoriver.

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

Joshua Farusca:<font color="#000000">&quot;I thought as much, from your entrance.&quot; :3

Fahd-Samir of the Vutha-Tonash:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Sorry about mistaking you for a halfling, by the way.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">LIATAI. GIVE SPELL TO DWARVEN CLERICS. &gt;:3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway...so, you grew up in a desert nomad tribe around here, right? And mingled with other tribes? By any chance...&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Well I didn't expect you guys to hit it off with the two oasis guys. :B *brick'd*

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">GIVE. &gt;:3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'll have to research it a bit. x3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have there ever been any...odd people in your tribe or others? By odd, I mean...maybe not so great with the survival skills, or even the fighting, but has, oh I don't know...a tendancy to just sit around and think? Maybe had a strange hobby of making clever little moving baulbles and things with their hands, maybe exceptional traps?&quot;

Fahd-Samir of the Vutha-Tonash:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's not generally much time to do that sort of thing in the desert, friend.&quot;

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">I like how Gnogglebolt is all, &quot;Do you have any nerds?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Yes. |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hrm. I was afraid of that. Oh well.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Few people in the desert have time to be idle like that gnogglebolt. desert life is harsh&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt shrugs. &quot;The stories Barbarus tells me seem to suggest there's people like that around...but then again, he's from the plains to the south, not this desert.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That was all.&quot;

Fahd-Samir of the Vutha-Tonash:<font color="#000000">&quot;Only the dragons do, they say.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you for obliging my question.&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Barbarus is from the Charred Veld. :B

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">WE'RE ALREADY AGGROING THE FINAL BOSS FYI

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;The plains around the desert on all sides, Gnogglebolt.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've spent time in the plains..it is easier there. In the desert, you must fight the terrain to live, not so much in the plains.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...I thought he was from the Falaris Plains? Aren't all the catfolk there?

* Gamal-Junayd looks around

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(or most of them?)

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( No. ))

Glitch:<font color="#000000">.....keyword being most. *facepalm.*

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( There are three big population centers for catfolk. ))

Gamal-Junayd whispers: has it been long enough to be past heat of hte day? since gamal expects holstile company soon after the heat, he would be MORE than happy to get everyone moving.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt is confused. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Falaris, Veld, and Kaduar. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( :v ))

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...not even any cause for a genius trapmaker?&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;When are we going? The night is not getting warmer.&quot;

Fahd-Samir of the Vutha-Tonash:<font color="#000000">&quot;The only traps that work well out here are the ones built by the ancients. Maybe some of the archaeologists would know people like that?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;It's night already? :V&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's past time we move. Should we stay around here, we might get involved in a war we probably don't want to be involved in.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is close enough. The sun is setting.&quot;

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

Joshua Farusca:<font color="#000000">&quot;War?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, alright, we're going.&quot; Gnogglebolt nods and bows to the warrior and mage. &quot;Thank you again, may our paths cross in the future.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;My tribe comes this way, and I've heard the fool of a chieften is looking at going to war again....though he'd probably be glad enough to break off and come after me instead. So it's best we not be here when they arrive.&quot;

Fahd-Samir of the Vutha-Tonash:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tribal business. We should probably start heading out, too. I don't want to be here when Kaffir-Nasir decides to come through, either.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Good luck, wanderers.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt gets in and starts the trucktrain. Use Tech Device: &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 4 + 18 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He offers a friendly wave to the other strangers before heading back to the carriage. &quot;Peace be with you.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">It sputters, chuffs, but stars.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*starts

Joshua Farusca:<font color="#000000">&quot;Same to you! Good fortune!&quot;

* Fahd-Samir of the Vutha-Tonash waves. :3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hopefully one day we may meet again and have that sparring session Fahd-Samir&quot;

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">The priestess prepares another Wind Wall spell. =w=

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">&quot;Safe travels.&quot;

Winged Priestess:<font color="#000000">&quot;And thank you for respecting the oasis.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Especially you, grumbly cat woman. =w= *claw'd*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt checks to make sure everyone's loaded up...

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Blessed be.'

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you for your hospitality, and you are most welcome!&quot;

* Winged Priestess readies an action; upon trucktrain motion, cast Wind Wall. *brick'd*

GM:<font color="#000000">Ready? Roll call!

GM:<font color="#000000">... though while we're waiting, do people want to give mid-session noms?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Elves and dwarf, get in or get left behind. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:33 lagcheck. ^^;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#000000">Vroom zoom!

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">Shankfang in botmode just has a motorcycle helmet on and does generic Roadrash bot behavior. He keeps beating the crap out of Dorf with a chain every 4-5 seconds.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt then engages the engine--slowly--, and pulls the trucktrain away from the oasis at a non-sand-kicking-up-pace of 5mph.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(I'm guessing the nautical speed limit for not making a disruptive wake to docks would apply here)

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

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

* Ghostwish blinks. &quot;Da fuq did the new day happen?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ghost; not a new day.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">It's nighttime.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">We're on the move now.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Sun -just- set.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">And why didn't Tathi roll spellcraft on a new spell?

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">:&gt;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Still the same day.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">what new spell?

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">She's run out of new spells?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">I only got one: Thomas - Death Plan

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Tom and Gnoggle for Holy Talks.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Sure! I can blast out all the noms I've collected so far.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Seconding Death Plan.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Anise and Swallowtail - Poisons! &gt;:[ Sszeyl - By the way loremaster have all this lore Tathi/Aelian - Dogs chase the cat up the tree. Too normal?! Thomas - Important Magic Talk Gamal - You have a fan! And news of home. Thomas - I don't know -that- much about celestials, but we'll see. Sszeyl - Doing the artist thing, and ohey, a patron? Anise - I don't feel right just letting her have poison! (also I'm deluded in thinking that this group is actually going to be in any way cooperative with any authority in Yoriver. :B ) Thomas - Giving Back to the Oasis Gamal - New Contact Made!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">:34

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Ed for Licensing.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">:34

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh yes, and Ed for License Scheme.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:34 at :36. =3=;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(and my nom of Thomas for 'Important Magic Talk' was the Death Talk)

* Dr. Hatari thinks.

* Dr. Hatari noms Dorf (Tathi :B) for Dwarven government fluff.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">sszeyel - heres a painting out of the blue swallow/anise - second ont he poisons gnoggle - learning about not going full speed near oasis

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">:36

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(nothing about Gnogglebolt hand-picking a lemon to seed-bury with a sprinkle of holy water? I was kinda proud of that...)

Glitch:<font color="#000000">....oops, that's bad ettiquete, isn't it. :B

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Akellon's first lemon.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">Oh my.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I did forget about that.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:36 at :37

* Dr. Hatari noms for, &quot;I've got it DON'T HELP ME :O&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">It's a double pun.

* Glitch knifes meany! &gt;:O

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Baaaaaad!

* Meany bleeds.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">:38

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:38 at :38

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">:22

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Noms collected. :3 I'll compile them at session end.

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Now! Onward!

GM:<font color="#000000">You can go to Autumn Road if you'd like to do some travel RP.

GM:<font color="#000000">The desert eventually gives way to rocky, sparse plains, and after a while, there starts to be snow cover on the ground again. The night sky stretches out above you, stars and the nearly-full moon shining brightly in the vast open expanse. For reference, today is Damarron 24th, Sei. You'll be travelling into the Dawn of a New Day, and a new month.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Meany, don't make her travel time.

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

Teeny Rin of the Wastes:<font color="#FF0000">Meanwhile, in PLOT TOWN...

GM:<font color="#000000">Bahamon 1st beckons as the clock ticks over past midnight.

* Glitch goes to World Map to measure

* Thomas Lazarus cracks an eye at Swallowtail during the ride. &quot;...&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;132/4 = 132 / 4 = 33&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;132/40 = 132 / 40 = 3.3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">time skip?

* Thomas Lazarus smirks a little and speaks pseudo-quietly. Enough to be heard over the ambient machinery sounds, and no more. &quot;..I trust Anise isn't still on your trail too closely.. is she?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:44 lagcheck?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">ETA to Yoriver: Three hours

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And that's after Gnogglebolt pulled a safe distance away from the oasis -without- kicking up sand before putting the pedal to the metal.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Also, given the location to where we're headed

* Swallowtail shakes her head, and there's a faint trace of a smirk. &quot;I think I have taken care of it.&quot; |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt makes -absolutely sure- to stay OFF of all roads.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">We don't want our approach noticed.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I don't know my digimon very well. =3=

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">And weaselcats prowl.

Meany:<font color="#CC0066">:44

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:44 at :45.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I spy with my little eye --&quot;

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;No.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus smiles. &quot; Good. I didn't want you getting a hard time on account of me.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just no.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">x3

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

* Edaric mock-pouts. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Once Gnogglebolt sees the lights of the city on the horizon, he angles his approach away from the city and tries to find the nearest mini-forest, or other thick place of vegetation.

GM:<font color="#000000">It's a little hard to find. The Veld has never quite regrown to its old reforested state. It's much more sparse than central Akellon tree-wise.

GM:<font color="#000000">However, you do manage to find a decent-sized patch of young trees.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt takes 20. *brick'd*

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;So..whats the plan here?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;....Sparse, but this will have to do.&quot; Gnogglebolt brings the trucktrain around the far side of the vegetation slowing the engine down to quiet it, before he maneuvers into a good position and cuts the engine.

GM:<font color="#000000">Yoriver, from what you can see by the light of the full moon, appears to be a walled town.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Silence of the night fills everyone's ears.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">You do realize.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">They'll have heard us regardless.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Lia, are we at least a half-mile away? Preferably a mile?

GM:<font color="#000000">You're the driver. You tell me.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">No, wait

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt would NOT go any closer than a mile. Specifically so they don't hear us,.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He finds as distant a patch of trees as he can while still being within walking distance.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... so, what is the plan, anyway?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;There was a plan?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I thought we'd do what we always do.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The plan is to give me a half-hour to weave a camoflauge tarp to hide our machines. After that, I have some ideas.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Kick down the door, start killing things and keep killing things till we run out of things to kill.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey everyone, help me out, we can get this done faster.&quot; Gnogglebolt directs any volunteers to try and cover up the caravan and dragula with netting, leaves, and grass.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#000000">Shankfang bitches.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#000000">*about it

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas leaves his desert disguise behind, for now.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I do believe we were to try to enter, and if we found the way barred, we were to go to the.. Oh what was it..&quot;

* Edaric looks over at Swallowtail. &quot;Keeping your desert gear on?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt likewise removes his now-stifling desert wraps.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;I like it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl uproots a few trees to help.

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

Tathi: <font color="#9933ff">(( :3 ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt considers the labor done when he's reasonably certain the caravan will be mistaken as some very large bushes at a distance (he's not caring overmuch about impossible-to-cover-up close scrutiny. If someone walks by, they walk by.)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We probably can't just walk in..&quot; He frowns at some of the comments, &quot;And we can't just kick down the door and start fighting everyone who tries to stop us. Not everyone in the city is a 'badguy'. This is sensitive and we don't know what

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">what's what yet.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;From what we know of contact with Tathi's dad and Thomas's sister...&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Shut up before I arrest you, spiritual Shankfang.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Could we perhaps Send to them?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Here and now?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The city is in lockdown. No one can get in or out through the main gates.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I don't see why not, but hold for just a minute so we can review what we do have,.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;They mentioned us following.. what did they call them.. black cloaks.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Folks sneaking into the city with black cloaks and iron masks.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway. We can be certain that if we just walk up to the gates, we'll be turned away. And that's where our friends with the mysterious message come in.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; 'If you find your road impassable...', well, our road is impassable.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, why don't we contact those already here, and set up a place to meet. then we can get new info directly&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; '...Find the lightless lanterns in the coal-black depths.' &quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">how high is the wall?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now...we don't know for sure yet who this was referring to, either. But I have an educated guess.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">How did I guess that question would come up. :B *brick'd*

* Thomas Lazarus folds his arms and watches the horizon. &quot;..Yeah. How's about this;&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( X3 ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;As Thomas said, there are people in black cloaks who have been getting in and out of the city undetected.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, since we can't get in through the main gates, we'll have to sneak in. And those guys know how to sneak in.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">15 feet. But you're still a mile away, and I'd recommend you make Spot checks.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's not airtight, but it's my best guess for who the 'lightless lanterns' are.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's give our insiders a message. Then we can try snooping the perimeter for ... well. What have you.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 19 + 5 = 24&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+5 = 15 + 5 = 20&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 16 + 7 = 23&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Spot check!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt nods at Thomas. &quot;Yes.' And spot check: &#171; &#160;1d20 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 18 + 13 = 31&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; spot

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;But the 'coal-black depths.' What are those?&quot; :.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 3 + 2 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 6&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; Spot!

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 18 + 5 = 23&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; Spot!

Kor:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 20 + 3 = 23&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; spot! Where's the cheese?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, now that we're here, let's get a final update from our insiders. Then, let's try and find the black cloaks and see if they're friendly.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(Spot Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+0 = 20 + 0 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...good question, Ed.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I suggest you start playing eye-spy to figure it out.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;A deep source of water.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Or an underground passage.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd spots everything

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;A coal mine.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Those of you who rolled over a 20... which seems to be a lot of you... can see shapes soaring through the air over the town. Feather-winged shapes. Aerial sentries, perhaps.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;....I'm serious, by the way. Keep your eyes peeled for anything that might fit that description, metaphorically or literally.&quot;

* Sszeyl snaps fingers at Tathi, even though that was blatantly meta.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Oh look, flyers.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wha--Hit the ground, everyone! Cover with leaves and grass, quick! Get under the trucktrain tarps!&quot; Gnogglebolt hisses as quietly as he can.

Tathi: <font color="#9933ff">(( blatently meta???? ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt dives under a carriage.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm...we could always cause a distraction with those flyers...hit em from ranged and see who comes running...Though shankfangs guns are probably too loud, they'd attract attention too soon.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Gnogglebolt.. we're a mile away.. and they're likely watching the immediate town.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;... may I suggest?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Lia asked about names for a coal mine earlier today. ))

Tathi: <font color="#9933ff">(( and you assume I was there instead of playing borderlands 2. :P ))

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;We cannot see in the dark. Evil spirits can. They will see our lights if we move at night.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Yes. When you log into a chat as Ghostwish instead of Borderlandswhatever, yes. ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Or you could all follow me and Shankfang, who can see at night.&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#9933ff">(( Well you're wrong. ))

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Stumbling in dark? No.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's Sword of the Stars. *bricked*

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then who here can see in the dark? We simply allow those who can, to lead those wo can't&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Evil spirits come out at night in the old stories. We may be stealthier moving at dawn.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt peeks a head out from under the tarp.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Getting a scry and communication going will take over an hour, anyways.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, before we do -any- moving, stealthy or otherwise, let's contact our insiders first.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tathi, can you do that?&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... superstitious, but she might be right. All reports say the fiends come out more often at night.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;It's like Thomas said. It'll take me an hour.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright. If you please, might as well start on it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 9 + 10 + 2 = 21&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well... let's get to scrying, then. I can set up an alarmed zone in case anything tries sneaking up on us.&quot; :.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone else...unless anyone's got any ideas, let's just snooze and senty.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 10 + 10 + 2 = 22&#160; <font color="#CC0066">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi nods, and sets up the mirror before she begins casting.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">! Oh yeah

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl's painting....it's strange.

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: This scrying would be just prior to the mini-dungeon, as a heads-up. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt walks over to Thomas in the dark. Can at least see shapes and outlines, even with no lights around our small camp

* Edaric begins to play quietly... &#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 14 + 19 = 33&#160;  &#187; A faint circle glimmers on the ground briefly. &quot;Everyone, say 'I spy' before crossing that line if you don't want to set off the alarm.&quot;

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

* Thomas Lazarus nods at Ed.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... say, dwarves can see in the dark too, right Dorf?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas, I just wanted to check...are you sure that, if you are going to try and call for backup, that you want to wait until we're in the city? It just seems to me that, if you want to have the best chance of making it go home if we want it to, might as well do it here,outside- of the city...but it's your magic, so I'll defer to your judgement.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">The spell will be completed when the DM says so. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">It's a stone room with a massive door frame standing in the middle, the light it emits casting shadows to show that. The double-doors are swept open, and there is a radically different scene iinside the door. It is heavily blurred, but a flowery field is clearly visible, and an impossibly tall and massive structure in the distance. Looking down through the door, with an expression of mild surprise, is Salishea...

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Aye!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus frowns up at the skyline. &quot;..I'm fairly sure. I'm afraid if I do something like that, we may get a creature that just doesn't understand how things work here in Akellon. The last thing we need is an angel all pumped up in righteous fury, firing holy arrows into the sky ... before we're even inside the walls and know who's to blame.&quot; ^^;;;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Alright. Alright then. Good point.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ohmigosh cute lil draggy statue :o

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( *reminded of the Thor movie -- bricked* ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc0066">(( Where? ))

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I've never seen its token before

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;How do you feel about takin' a little watch for us sightless humans?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Could someone with an eye for geography come look at this?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Bralani: &quot;OPEN UP YOUR GATES; THERE'S TYRANNY TO UNDO!! &gt;:O&quot; Guards: &quot;... =3= *aim crossbows*&quot; ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt wanders over to Sszeyl.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">hatari; Noooooo. xD

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(funny thought, though)

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I got some dragonbite bitter to sweeten the pot with.&quot;

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I kin dae that! Ah haven't used up ony prayers anywho.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas most assuredly does not have an eye for geography, but glances to the painting all the same.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;This structure. It's massive, and I can't tell exactly what it is, but if it exists, it must be a marvel of the world, and well known.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Sszeyl shows the painting to Gnoggle.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">.... how can you tell what it is, you two? You no have darkvision. -3-

* Swallowtail is brick'd.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Well, it's oil paint. They could feel the ridges if come to it.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;This...is just something you painted thought.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">But a candle used with the truck train to obstruct it could help. :p

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Is it?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;No. It is the Red's memory of as he was being bound to me.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;It...hurts to look directly at it. Even as a memory. Even as a painting.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Knowledge Architechture &amp; Engineering? &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 4 + 18 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Thomas Lazarus frowns. &quot;..?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Has Gnogglebolt heard of any such a sturcture, as a legened or faraway marvel?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Nothing springs to mind, Gnogglebolt.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;....Can't say I know anything about it.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 17 + 9 = 26&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; knowledge architecture!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;But how can that be.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Nothing for Tathi either.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;It's -massive-.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">And any other checks applicable?

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Something this large must surely be known.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;To have a name, at least.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The world is filled with ancient and forgotten wonders.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I hear rain again...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why, there are whole continents we don't know anything about.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The whole world hasn't been explored. Not by us, at least.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;But Salishea is here, in the painting. In the memory.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Dragons can fly.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;And she hasn't gone over the infinite ocean yet, has she?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;She might have.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus just raises a brow. &quot;Hmm.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;She certainly lives close enough.&quot;

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: But Tom, being the resident planar expert, might know something.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;This could be -anywhere-.&quot;

You whisper to Ghostwish: But Tom, being the resident planar expert, might know something. Maybe Tathi would? 0:3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Knowledge: Planes: &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 6 + 10 = 16&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Of all the times to roll low.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But it -is- an impressive structure.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 8 + 9 = 17&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; knowledge planes!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;....You know what.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We can ask Salishea herself sometime.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I suppose we could... 'send' to her sometime.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Or Tathi could teleport there. :b&quot;

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

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: There are many mountains and structures beyond mortal reckoning in the far planes... they say the Seven Mounting Heavens of Celestia are one such mountain, and who knows what wild mountains exist in the Beastlands, or Elisyum? It doesn't look hellish.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Now is perhaps not the best moment to dwell on such a thing.&quot; =w=;

You whisper to Ghostwish: There are many mountains and structures beyond mortal reckoning in the far planes... they say the Seven Mounting Heavens of Celestia are one such mountain, and who knows what wild mountains exist in the Beastlands, or Elisyum? It doesn't look hellish.

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

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;As interesting as this is, I have to agree.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;If she was there..why don't, when we have time..we takea trip back and ask her about it?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;If it wasn't someplace on another plane or some other almost impossible place to reach.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But yes, Keep this, Sszeyl, but put it away for now.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;You know, that painting doesn't look hellish.. And there's supposed to be some incredible ranges in the celestial realms..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;But that's impossible.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He shrugs. &quot;I've never heard of such a structure in Akellon. But there are more worlds than ours. Especially considering his.. you know.. condition while becoming a part of you.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Nothing is impossible.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;That Zilvudar, a being able to terrify a dragon more than his own evil goddess, has the means to go into the celestial realms is possible?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well, you can. You can because of the company you keep. Two of us could take you. So yes.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But that is neither here nor there.&quot;

You whisper to Ghostwish: Wisdom check.

* Dr. Hatari plays Crazy. Headbob. =3= *bricked*

Glitch:<font color="#000000">http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0497.html

You whisper to Ghostwish: The scrying will commence right after this, so roll away. :3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">If these rubes can invade the celestial realm, zil certainly could. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Just because one -can- doesn't mean it's a good idea. :B

* Dr. Hatari remembers back when there was a mindflayer in the party and astral travel was default method of getting anywhere. Also appearing in random wrong towns since it's wildly inaccurate. &gt;.&gt;

Tathi whispers: :O! Is it detect scrying? I never did hit my macro, but, you know. ^^;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 6 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 7&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; wisdom check!

You whisper to Ghostwish: Carry on. No, it's not scrying detection. :3

Tathi whispers: Darn. :3

GM:<font color="#000000">The scrying is ready!

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Allright, it should be opening up soon.&quot; Tathi tells everyone.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt gathers round.

* Thomas Lazarus perks and looks over.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Good.. maybe they'll have an idea for how to enter without completely blowing our cover right away.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Aelian seems to be sweating a little.

GM:<font color="#000000">The mirror clears... to show... a hayloft. A teeny, tiny, coppery dragon is curled up in the straw, eyes open, while Raerarael is laying with his head on his arm, in trance. Up to Hatari if Tomi's awake or not. It is about midnight.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">ATTIC FILLED WITH HAY.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Hahaha, are you kidding?

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Hey look they're taking a romp in the hay together-*BRICK'D*

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He's probably sick of waiting on her sleeping by this stage of the siege. |D~

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">I KNOW RITE. NARFING HUMANS.

* Tomiko Lazarus is utterly conked out and asleep nearby with a winter coat draped over her.

Malachite:<font color="#000000">Why do humans always snore? :\ *brick'd*

Malachite:<font color="#000000">The little dragon appears to be keeping watch, and appears very bored.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">SSNNNAAAAAOOOUGHHH -- |O *bricked*

* Thomas Lazarus blinks. &quot; Atleast they're safe.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">She smirks, and speaks softly. &quot; Malachite's a fat head. &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Testing testing one two.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Did you cast Message?

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">She's quick to cut off Sszeyl. No ruin prank or fireball. :3

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Par for the course, isn't it? ;)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You didn't declare it. :B

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">I also didn't declare that I'm wearing any underwear, but HERE WE ARE.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">What's the word, Aelian?! *ARROW'D*

Malachite:<font color="#000000">The little dragon's head snaps up, and it begins to look around, barbed tail twitching like an angry cat's.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi snrks, cutting herself out of the spell right quick. &quot;That's Malachite, my father's familiar after his ressurection. He's got draconic arrogance and hoarding lust like it's funny. I do love to mess with him at times.&quot;

Malachite:<font color="#000000">She. =3= *brick'd*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;That's a female.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">She reenters the spell. &quot; Stop looking like such a dolt. &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Does she turn into a little girl, too?&quot; O_o

Malachite:<font color="#000000">The dragon begins to sniff around, and you're sure if you were in telepathy range, you'd be getting such a talking-to.

Malachite:<font color="#000000">Of note, this dragon is about the size of a housecat. :B

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi can't help but giggle loudly. That probably carried through the spell.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">A really little girl D: *bricked*

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">She cuts out. &quot;Thankfully no. She's already such a silly.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">... Oh my god, baby gnomes must be adorable. *O*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;We have work to be doing.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tom, focus.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Sorry!

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Hush. I'm having fun with the scamp.&quot;

Malachite:<font color="#000000">The pseudodragon looks flatly at nothing, and appears to be thinking hard.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Oh drat he might be looking for the sensor!!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">*SHE

* Thomas Lazarus stares for a moment.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;I'm all for having fun, but we're at risk of being seen by a flyer with the glare from your mirror.&quot;

* Malachite makes a rude claw gesture at the air. &gt;:\

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">She cuts back into the spell. &quot;And frankly, I don't care what you or dad thought about it, I thought you looked great with hot pink scales.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Mr. Eyllisaearsithek, sir, are you awake?&quot;

Malachite:<font color="#000000">That rude claw gesture is joined by the other paw. &gt;:|

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Er, try again Thomas.&quot; She says, and adds Thomas into the message.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mr. Eyllisaearsithek, sir, are you awake?&quot; ^^;;;

* Glitch cracks up. xD

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Tathi, I have an idea?&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Mention drow. Just offhand. At any point in a sentence.&quot;

* Malachite flaps her wings and lands by Raerarael's head. Nudge nudge.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I don't want to blow up the barn, Sszeyl.&quot;

Malachite:<font color="#000000">.... Nudge. &gt;:|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Come on we only have a few minutes, here.&quot; =w=;;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Your father is smart enough to find a target before firing first.&quot;

* Malachite nips Raerarael's ear.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Or patch me in and I'll do it.&quot;

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">&quot; --ow. Mal, what is it... &quot; Grumble grumble.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt is just staring flatly.

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">There's a pause. &quot;.... Tathi? Is that you?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Well, it could be worse, Dad. It could be like that time I set my bedroom on fire in the middle of the night. Wasn't that fun?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;No, it's Betty White.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">I am now reading Tathi's line in Betty White voice.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">Cannot unhear.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Quite. Sszeyl he can't hear you.&quot; She says. &quot;Sorry to disturb your sleep, but we're outside of Yoriver now.&quot;

* Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek rubs his trance-fogged eyes and sits up. &quot;What'sa matter...? You okay...?&quot; Yawn.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hello, sir. So sorry for disturbing you at this late hour, but we're a mile outside of town, right now.&quot;

* Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek blinks groggily. &quot;... You are?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's right. There are some creatures in the air.. and we're laying low.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Um, hold on.&quot; She says, and looks at the group. &quot;Do you all want to talk to him? I have to add you to the spell.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We were hoping for a status update before we attempt to enter the city and do what we do best.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">lets say Gnogglebolt said Yes, Tathi added him, and Gnogglebolt repeated the lines. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Moving on

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;No. The more voices we add, the more likely someone will hear.&quot;

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right... the 'night angels.' Good idea. Stay covered...&quot; He yawns.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">I think it's safe to assume everyone's whispering.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, as Thomas said, we saw the fliers and had to hunker down first.&quot;

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Tathi, what did you tell Mal, she wants me to lecture you for her.&quot; =3=;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;A question. When are the black cloaks most active? During the day, or night?&quot;

* Malachite looks miffed! &gt;:| !

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We want to try and run into tone.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*into one.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus glares at the skyline for a moment, even though he can see nothing. &quot;Baatezu Erinyes.. probably.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi smirks. &quot;I just suggested she take a diet. She's looking a little chunky.&quot; Tathi says. Father doesn't need to sense motive daughter's prank voice. :3

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

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">&quot;Dawn, and dusk, usually... that's when we see them at least.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well. Our best lead for sneaking in at present is to find one of those black cloaks. Unless you've any better ideas, sir.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I haven't cut in on your ribbing with your father before, Tathi, but focus please.&quot;

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

* Thomas Lazarus squints.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I am focusing, what, do you think this spell casts itself?&quot;

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

* Thomas Lazarus ponders. &gt;.&gt;;

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">&quot;... You've got a Pelorite with you, right...?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We do sir, yes.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus whispers: It would probably completely fubar the timeline if Tom suggested; &quot;We could probably just teleport right there actually \o/&quot;

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you find a way in... maybe we can meet at the Pelorite temple at dusk. Or near it. There's a stable nearby.&quot;

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

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: x3 Why do you think I asked about anti-teleport spells?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that inside or outside of the city?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I suspect the temple has become a fortress in these troubled times, hasn't it?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If it's inside, then we'll meet you there, -if- we can get in.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus whispers: Ohhhhhhhh now your comments in IRC make so much sense. :B

* Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek blinks and looks faintly indignant. &quot;... why would I be telling you to get out of the city if you find a way in?&quot; =w=;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Alright. Keep safe. ... Thank you for looking after my sister. I hope she hasn't caused you trouble.&quot; He sounds a little guilty.

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course it's inside. And it's very busy. A good place to be lost in a crowd, among other things.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">In Elven: (&quot;I wonder how keen his hearing is. Drow.&quot;)

* Malachite makes an amused clicking sound.

* Tomiko Lazarus SNORTS DANGEROUSLY! &gt;|O

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

* Tomiko Lazarus ... snores. D|

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

* Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek chuckles quietly. &quot;She's been much more of a help than a hinderance. Thanks for sending her here.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">(&quot;Not so keen as I expected for him, then.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">(&quot;Oh well.&quot;)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm glad. ... Alright. I suppose our search shall commence at dawn.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;With luck, we'll see you then.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Who told us about coal black depths again?

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I thiiink it was our doppleganger informant.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Cal'Tel's replacement.

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">In Elven: &quot;(And you may want to tell that Elven whisperer that just because someone doesn't react doesn't mean they didn't hear you.)&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Izzyl, saying it was from Cal'tel.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">(&quot;Ah good.&quot;)

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Daddy, know any place in the city that might be called coal black depths?&quot;

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">&quot;Coal-black depths...?&quot; Think, think.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or outside of the city?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Metaphorically, literally...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">(&quot;Though, given how vehement your hatred of them has been exposed, I'm amazed by your self control. Though that's probably the sleep. Has Altonor shown up yet?&quot;)

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">&quot;... There are tunnels all over... but I think there's an abandoned coal mine outside of town somewhere. Why?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Sszeyl.. you are not apparently a drow just by your voice.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's a great lead.. thank you!&quot;

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#000000">&quot;... has who...?&quot; Yawn. &quot;... Elves don't sleep...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;A good contact of ours suggested that if we could not find a way into the city.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;He knows who I am. And he should be able to tell by my accent.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt perks up. &quot;Indeed! Thank you, sir.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think we shall let you rest now.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">(&quot;The drow on the winged horse that you keep shooting at.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">(&quot;But yes. Good night.&quot;)

* Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek grumbles something about showing that drow what-for if he shows his face again, then a good-night, and then he lays back down and closes his eyes.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There are eleven of us. Plus elven hounds. Hopefully we won't make too great a racket on arrival.. ... ..but best to be realistic eh.&quot;

* Malachite looks up at the scrying sensor... then sticks out her tongue. &gt;XP

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks up at snarky on his shoulder. &quot;I really should have left you at home...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Malachite, darling, stay away from the sweets. They're going straight to your wings.&quot; &gt;:3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I think of Castleton as my home now.&quot;

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

* Malachite does her best &quot;But I'm starving!&quot; expression.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom looks to Anise. &quot;For the record, one of our other insiders told us to try and contact the Mace Lieutenant Commander here. Roy Stanford.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Guess we'll play the rest by ear when we get inside.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;The traitor?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Right.&quot; Tathi says as the image fades. &quot;Let's just forget the front gate and go find this coal mine, shall we?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I guess. Our guy said he was honest, though. We'll need to see for ourselves.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;Do any of us know where the coal mine is?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's a big hole in the ground, it shouldn't be that hard to find.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I do.&quot; Aelian says confidently. &quot;I just haven't found it yet.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;At any rate, we'll deal with that in the morning. Let's sleep, everyone.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I could find out if we had someone to ask... but that'd be running a risk, probably.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;You're thinking of a strip mine.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC0066">&quot;A traditional mine is little different than a cave.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;When the sun comes up, and those devils in the sky go back to roost, we can range around for a coal mine site, or scaffolding, or enclosed shaft. Plus, that's when those blackcloaks appear.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt takes out his pocketwatch and tosses it to Sszeyl. &quot;Wake us when the little arrow points at nine.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Might be a good time to look around.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt climbs into the camoflauged trucktrain to sleep.

GM:<font color="#000000">Shall we nom, and begin the infiltration next Saturday?

* Thomas Lazarus looks over at the city lights and stares hard. Finally here..

Aelian: <font color="#9933ff">(( Sure! I didn't find anymore noms though. :3 ))

* Thomas Lazarus tugs the top off an old bottle of wine and pours himself a drink. Not going to get much sleep tonight.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...crap, I didn't write any new noms. :B

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Pour me yin too, woncha?&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not gonna have some of the dragonbite?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;No complaining,&quot; He drones. It's just sweet red wine.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Let's see.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">He grins. &quot;Gonna mix it.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">tathi fr teasing the small dragon

* Anise Berilan has already produced two tankards. Never leave home without them. =3= *brick'd*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I did like that, seconded.

* Anise Berilan flinches. &quot;Ughhhhhh. Why would you do that to a good wine and a great beer.&quot; =3=;;;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also Gnogglebolt for leader wrangling because I don't want to do it full-time, yuck. Freedom! \o/

* Dr. Hatari is bricked.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Wuss.&quot; The dwarf grunts, downing his mix. Dwarves.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...leader-wrangling? :.

* Dr. Hatari considers the duties of D&amp;D leadership to be the same as cattle wrangling. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...but where'd the leadership part come in? :.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">or rather, -which- part?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, I dunno. Just generally doing things, preparing, moving the plot along at times at the oasis, setting goals and stating plan of attack, whatever. I'm not that commited to defining and citing my nom impressions. :B *bricked again*

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Yeah, I guess Gnogglebolt does do that, doesn't he. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">Tathi - 100 XP - Teasing the Dragon. Gnogglebolt - 100 XP - Leadership! 100 XP - Planting a seed. 100 XP - I got it! I got it! Thomas - 100 XP - This is what I can do if you die. 100 XP - Giving back to the oasis. Anise - 100 XP - Poisons &gt;:| Swallowtail - 100 XP - Poisons! &gt;:| Edaric - 100 XP - License Scheme. Gamal - 100 XP - You have a fan! 100 XP - Forging Contacts. Sszeyl - 100 XP - What is this patronage you speak of? 100 XP - Forging Contacts. Dorf - 100 XP - Dwarven license fluff!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's half-ways just an illusion created by you driving the car.

GM:<font color="#000000">Anything major you think I missed? :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Ow!

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;49072+100+100 = 49072 + 100 + 100 = 49272&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">... really, can I nom the party for being pretty chill with the whole mind-reading thing? {:3

* Dr. Hatari ponders.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;47500+100+100+100 = 47500 + 100 + 100 + 100 = 47800&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Yes, yes you may. |3

GM:<font color="#000000">Sorry, Ed, but no.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Aw. |3

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">And you are no longer allowed to play I Spy either. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I decided to not play that up deliberately. He got self-conscious about it enough the last time.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Hey! D|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Plus I know lots of people's secrets.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">LOTS. *_*

Edaric:<font color="#000000">It was not my fault a dragon swooped down on us.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Not any of mine. &gt;:3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">YOU ALL TRUST THOMAS. FOOOOLS.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Maybe. Maybe not. =3=

Edaric:<font color="#000000">... was that a reply to me or Tom?

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Maybe not. |3

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">God-damned ninjas.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">THIS WAS MY PLAN ALL ALONG *O* *bricked*

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Campaign saved! :3

GM:<font color="#000000">... okay, so maybe I -didn't- need to Minkmode the dungeon. *BRICK'D*

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Good session, eevryone!

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

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

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">..... *snort* D| &quot;What'd I miss?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">CAUGHT YOU SLEEPING WITH MY DAD YOU HUSSY.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">THAT'S MOM TO YOU &gt;83

Malachite:<font color="#000000">''Just a scrying from Unicorn Man's daughter. Who's a fathead. Go back to sleep.'' =3=

Malachite:<font color="#000000">''One of these days I'm going to figure out how to make telepathy work through scrying. One of these dayssssss!'' *shakepaw*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So... could someone else send me a log to send to VAE for processing? :3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Yes!

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I have--or, hatari could

* Dr. Hatari leaves it to tech then.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I have autosaved logs anyway

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Time to go unwind.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">alright, I'll send it along after the server's been down

GM:<font color="#000000">Enjoy. :3 Spectral one, server may go down at your leisure.

* Ghostwish goes through the entire log, pain-stakingly replacing every single word with &quot;penis&quot;. Sends to Liatai. &gt;:3

* Dr. Hatari is now imagining hacked logs where Miron just says &quot;Penis penis penis penis&quot; but everyone remarkably understands him and takes the scenes seriously.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Cannot unsee.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Akellon session 98. :.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Two more to number 100.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...two more to go.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Will we do something dramatic, and fight a greater fiend?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... or faff about? :B *brick'd*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Or will the 100th session be coronated by EVEN MORE FAFFING ABOUT?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Allright, server coming down. :3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">free for all anything goes inter party smackdown

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

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