Session 55.5

Meany has connected.

 Ghostwish has connected.

 Meany:I smell a Ghostwish. :U

Meany:And a Liatai. :U

Ghostwish:Honk!

Faerie has connected.

 Faerie::U

Meany::U

Liatai:Got to fix some tokens right quick... You can pre-load the Temple of Vandria Gilmadrith map, if you like.

* Meany preloads.

Sszeyl:Loaded. :u

Elros:<font color="#006666">Hey look, I exist.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Searching for music...

Meany:<font color="#996600">Somehow, the music from Ace Attorney seems appropriate...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm sadly very short on that. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#996600">:x

GM:<font color="#000000">All right, take it away whenever you're ready. :3 The date, for the timekeeper, is Cuthon 24th. The weather is... &#171; &#160;1d100 = 61&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

GM:<font color="#000000">Chilly, but clear.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Perfect.

</i> Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi's found a nice outfit for the court case. She's still not certain why she has to come, but whatevs, amirite?

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">That gives me grounds to use my Cold Weather Outfit, which hides maximum aside from outright illusions. :U

* Sszeyl shakes off. &quot;How can you Elves tolerate such fluctuations in the temperature?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Anyway, are you ready for this?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros is...in the same boat as Tathi here. He's found something decent to wear, surprisingly enough given that he's a woodsy sort. &quot;Clothing, in various layers. And no sense delaying this.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Alright.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Miss Coralline may have invoked her right to bring guests as well.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;And given her history, violence might break out.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Violence? And here I thought I was going to be bored.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;I suspect they would appreciate if their building remained unburnt.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;So use Cold.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Or those magic missles.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Or just throw Kor at them, maybe we'll get lucky and he'll eat them.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;But regardless, let's get gong.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The temple of Vandria Gilmadrith is not a temple in its own right, per se, but a treelike tower attached to the larger temple of Corellon Larethian. Many of the temple armaments are stored either under or in the tower, and you can see many suits of armor around the rear entrance that Sszeyl has been instructed to use to avoid the ire of Corellon's faithful.

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Shh, don't anyone mention the cat. It's totally legit for me to be in here, k?

Ezer:<font color="#006666">&gt;.&gt;

GM:<font color="#000000">This is an elven temple, Ezer. You passed no less than two dire wolves, ten cu sith, and five hawks on the way in. You're fine. :P

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Speaking of animals, where -is- Kor? :u ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( And them pups? ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( There they is. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hidden under their owners. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Good afternoon.&quot;

Old Elven Guard:<font color="#000000">The guards nod shallowly to you, but do not speak.

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Kor's too heavy to move like that. :y ))

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Oh, well then. &gt;.&gt;

Kor:<font color="#000000">Huff, puff, umph, squeak!

Ezer:<font color="#006666">I could totally move Kor, if you need me to.

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Hey. Hey Kor. Hey. Kor. Hey...Hi. n.n

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Holy. :U ))

Kor:<font color="#000000">DOOM UPON YOU, FELINE.

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( It's been forty minutes. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Sorry fae, this might be a bit longer than hoped. =3=; ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( You can poof to dinner, and come back, yes? ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Well, we didn't start until half past. :P

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Or is it a perma-poof? :x ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Nah, I could even bring my computer with me.

GM:<font color="#000000">Well, we can progress faster once everyone gets to the door. :P

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">Grrrrrr.

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( :u ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Mut might be hard to type if I'm doing food-prep.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Here we go...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Le door open.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Good afternoon.&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">You open the door to the base of the tower... to see a familiar face. You can roll Spot checks if you want, but it's probably a given he has his usual assortment of hidden weapons of various quantities. :P

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, if it isn't about half of the Guardians,&quot; he says with a smile.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Slightly less.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You got pulled into this as well hrm?

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;We've gained new members.&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;What brings you to Steelheart's temple?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;A hearing, and settlement.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Yourself?&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;Work, as usual. Though your business sounds far more interesting.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Yes. Dealing with children who enjoy flinging fireballs. :/&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Cough cough.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Not you, or Tathi.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Coralline Amalthea. :/&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Cough cough the one next to me cough.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&gt;.&gt;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;The art shop owner, Lady Aramathea?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Yes, for the life of me, I cannot pronouce her name right.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi smirks a bit. &quot;It's an older name. She probably thinks of herself as what the humans call a blue blood.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Nobility?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Hah. Then she is, what they call, a royal brat.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;You are free to come along, Sir Silverthrush. I have more guest slots than elvish company.&quot;

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Hey now, just because I have big ears...

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( For the record, Zairith wasn't invited because Sszeyl didn't want to risk him being found out as Ebonwood, which he has been pushing far too close. ))

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're in for a fight, then. She went upstairs about fifteen minutes ago with a lawyer in tow. Selanine Melithrae, if my eyes didn't decieve me... don't mind if I do.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Then let us be off. A fight...joy.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;You know this lawyer?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Good afternoon.&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's bound to be more interesting than waiting for that package to finish being made up.&quot; |3

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Up up up the stairs we go, once the DM is done typing.

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;By reputation only. Sharp wit, sharp tongue, and a very strong voice against the dark elven race. There are other rumors, of course, but they would be impolite to discuss.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">In position for vworping. :u

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Good afternoon.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Lovely.&quot;

* Wizard Worshipper clearly makes space and doesn't look to Sszeyl, pointedly.

Priest of Vandria Gilmadrith:<font color="#000000">&quot;You would be the drow, Sszeyl?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Yes. I have a hearing on the case of miss...Ara-ma-thea? Did I pronoucne that right?&quot;

Knight of Vandria Gilmadrith:<font color="#000000">&quot;This way, sir.&quot;

Priest of Vandria Gilmadrith:<font color="#000000">&quot;You did. She awaits up the stairs... Are these your guests?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Yes.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;We are.&quot;

Priest of Vandria Gilmadrith:<font color="#000000">&quot;This way, then.&quot; The bottom of the stairs is north of the knight.

GM:<font color="#000000">Please arrange yourselves for going up the stairs. :3

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Lia's too fast for us. :u ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Or I'm slowing down. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( *sips tea* =3= ))

Meany:<font color="#996600">Testing testing.

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

Meany:<font color="#996600">Can you hear me?

Meany:<font color="#996600">Yay. :D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... are Aelian and Tathi just leaping up the stairs? XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm trying to make it so I can see who the people up the stairs would see first. :B

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">OH. Couldn't tell which way they were facing XD

Meany:<font color="#996600">They're using Kor as a hot air balloonl.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Flying like Mary Poppins.

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;And there he is -- Vandria's shield. You brought... quite a number of guests, and animals.&quot; o.o

* Coralline Aramathea has her arms and legs crossed, sitting in a chair... though her eyes do widen a good deal at the sheer number of elven people following Sszeyl.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;A fine morning to you too.&quot;

Female Elf:<font color="#000000">The elf leans over next to her and whispers something... you can roll Listen if you want to eavesdrop.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">(I may be on and off sporadically as I try to cook food, incidentally.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 15 + 2 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 18&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; listen!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 4 + 11 = 15&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; spot and &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 17 + 10 = 27&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; listen!

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Hello.&quot;

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Please, come in, take a seat. Sszeyl of Orgolloyss, if you would be seated here, on this side of the room... Who are your guests?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 14 + 5 = 19&#160; <font color="#996600">&#187; Listen check!

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Sorry, kitten got outside. :x ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( We got her, but I was afk for a bit. ))

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Tathi Eyllisaearsithek.&quot;

Female Elf:<font color="#000000">The whispered words were, in Elven; &quot;Do not fear. This is an intimidation tactic of superior numbers. Some of them may even be coerced.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Aelian Cyadarith.&quot;

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, I remember you -- you brought the cooshee!&quot; :D

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Over here?

* Jadrimme Meliamne clears her throat. &quot;Priestess Liadon...&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">Woof! :&gt;

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, sorry.&quot; x3 &quot;Yes, over there is just fine. Who are the other half-humans?&quot;

* Ruamilae Liadon surreptitously holds a hand down to try and invite the pups over... x3

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Faerie you alive? :u ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Or rather, in transit? ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Haron Silverthrush, and Elros (insert last name player cannot remember here).

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;Haron Silverthrush, milady, a curious messenger. I'm only here as a spectator.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Saline! :U

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">*shot*

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">^o.o^!

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">:D

* Ruamilae Liadon starts to scritch the hound happily while the knight next to her has her back turned. x3

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">^_^!

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are any of these people here to advocate on your behalf?&quot; Scritch scritch scritch :3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;All of us.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;I chose not to bring a litigator. This issue should come to agreement without need for extensive legalise.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;They were all witnesses, in one instance or another, to the events that preluded Miss Aramathea's disagreement in her store.&quot;

* Coralline Aramathea looks increasingly uncomfortable. Whispered to the woman next to her in Elven; &quot;Elven hounds...? This has to be a trick, they despise the drow --&quot;

* Female Elf nods shallowly, listening. She gazes coolly at Sszeyl.

Female Elf:<font color="#000000">&quot;I shall introduce myself, as well. Selanine Melithrae, attorney. My client, Miss Coralline Aramathea, requested my counsel at this hearing.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">I -am- saline, but that's not my name. :U

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Please, come in, Mister Saelian. Once everyone is seated, I'll erect the wards.&quot; :3

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

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

</i> Meany:<font color="#996600">Any of my stuff make it in?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl: &quot;I chose not to bring a litigator. This issue should come to agreement without need for extensive legalise.&quot; Sszeyl: &quot;They were all witnesses, in one instance or another, to the events that preluded Miss Aramathea's disagreement in her store.&quot; * Coralline Aramathea looks increasingly uncomfortable. Whispered to the woman next to her in Elven; &quot;Elven hounds...? This has to be a trick, they despise the drow --&quot; * Female Elf nods shallowly, listening. She gazes coolly at Sszeyl. Female Elf: &quot;I shall introduce myself, as well. Selanine Melithrae, attorney. My client, Miss Coralline Aramathea, requested my counsel at this hearing.&quot; Elros: I -am- saline, but that's not my name. :U Ruamilae Liadon: &quot;Please, come in, Mister Saelian. Once everyone is seated, I'll erect the wards.&quot; :3 Meany is disconnected. Meany has connected. Meany: Any of my stuff make it in?

Tokens dropped onto map 'Temple of Vandria Gilmadrith'Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Retroactively deducting some GP.... ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;I have also brought more flowers. I know the ones in your store will have withered by now, and the ones given to you in your cell lacked opepertunity to...well, be appreciated.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;A dank jail is hardly the place for roses.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Should I pass them through the neutral parties, to ensure they are not poisoned?&quot;

* Sszeyl offers a boquet of pink, blue, yellow, and white roses.

Coralline Aramathea:<font color="#000000">Both elves on the other side of the circle stare coldly at Sszeyl. &quot;I will not be taken in by the games and deceit attempts of the drow. Keep your flowers.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Very well then.&quot;

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miss Aramathea, please keep in mind that this is to be a neutral zone, free of prying eyes and ears and of harsh judgements. Our goal here is to reach a peaceful resolution.&quot;

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mister Saelian, would you mind coming off the stairs? The wards have a strange effect if someone is half-in and half-out of them.&quot; ^^;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Yay, my potatoes are smelling like potatoes.

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Testing testing. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Can you hear me? ))

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;There we are...&quot; The priestess holds her holy symbol in both hands and closes her eyes, chanting in Elven. A silver-grey mist descends upon the room, clinging to the walls and filling the staircases, leaving behind a faint silver shimmering wall of translucent magic. &quot;Let it be known that what is said in this room is free from both magical and mundane prying. You may speak freely in pursuit of a resolution to this conflict that is agreeable to all.&quot;

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Yay. :D ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Thank you for that.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;So. Where do we begin?&quot;

Selanine Melithrae:<font color="#000000">&quot;As Orgolloyss was the one to suggest this meeting, I give the floor first to him and his advocates.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Thank you, Miss Melithrae.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( How much time has it been? Three weeks? =3=; ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Let's check. :3

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Since the party...checking calender. ))

* Faerie wonders how long potatoes are supposed to boil for.

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have to admit some curiosity in regards to this. Why did you come to us instead of the human court system, Sszeyl of Orgolloyss?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Until you can poke them with a fork and it penetrates easily. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There's no real hard, set time. It's just until you can poke them with a fork and they feel done. :B

* You roll to yourself: 24-17 =&gt; 24 - 17 = 7Liatai:<font color="#000000">Thirty-one days since the party.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Because the human courts would view assault with intent to murder, and the possible punishments associated with it, harshly. Here, in this locale, there is more understanding of the tangled mess that is this entire affair.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Twenty-seven since Coralline's incarceration.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;And ultimately, Miss Aramathea did not do anything that I would wish her dead for.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;So, settling the matter outside the human courts seemed prudent.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Divide by six to get the number of weeks. :3 So, about five since the party, and four and a half since the attack.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&#171; &#160;31/6 = 31 / 6 = 5.166666666666666666666666666666667&#160; <font color="#996600">&#187; &#171;  &#160;27/6 = 27 / 6 = 4.5&#160; <font color="#996600">&#187;

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( :U ))

Selanine Melithrae:<font color="#000000">&quot;For assault in self-defense, as my client believed herself to be in danger from Orgolloyss, the death penalty is not generally levied.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Conspiracy to commit multiple acts of murder, some of whom are respected community members and children does. Your client hired people who, while some of them were reasonable beings, at least one was a raving lunatic who wished only to cause death and destruction.&quot;

Selanine Melithrae:<font color="#000000">&quot;I beg your pardon?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Now...where was I?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;I suggest you confer with your client to confirm that part, while I tell tell my side, and then propose my offer of settlement.&quot;

* Ruamilae Liadon is listening closely to what is being said, though her left hand does sneak down to scritch Amadre's ears occasionally. |3

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;About five weeks ago, I hosted a party to celebrate the opening of a business I was to manage on behalf of a Halfling Caravan. Many community members were invited, as well as Miss Aramathea, because we two had...dissagreed in the past. I hoped to reconcile with her.&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">Mrrrrrrr. ^_^

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;About half-way through the proceedings of the party, there was a clamor from the upstairs, and we learned that a party of adventurers had broken in, and holed themselves up in my bathroom.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;However, some were found at the front door, and reasoned with by a human priest of Pelor who was attending.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;My guests, three of whom are here, recieved for-warning about possible aggressors, and so were prepared.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Myself, Elros here, and other guests confronted the adventurers, and a gnome diplomat was sent in to negotiate with them. He was moderately successful. In the negotiations, we learned they had been hired to assassinate what they believed to be a Drow mind-controlling several members of the community. They assumed I was this individual, but I corrected them.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;However, they were not convinced, and entertained the notion of killing those they thought were my mind-slaves in order to break through and kill me. They were talked down, however.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;And all members except that raving lunatic I mentioned then proceeded to enjoy the rest of the party. One of them even winning the drinking contest.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;My fellows can confirm this, if you disbelieve.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;And here is the part you want to here; my settlement proposal. I will withdraw all complaints against Miss Aramathea, on the condition that in the future she only hire potential assassins professional enough to avoid killing innocent third parties in the attempt of assassinating myself.&quot; :/

Selanine Melithrae:<font color="#000000">The general expression on the faces on the non-Guardian elves is one of slightly shocked disbelief. Even the half-elf in the corner has a raised eyebrow.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;You are confused. May I lucidate upon this?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Look at the Priestesses.

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;By all means.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Your client has justification to be as vehment in her beliefs as she is. However, when her predjudices spill over and risk harming others... I am not a monster. But she believes me to be one. That is her right, and in the interest of being a decent sentient being, I will not prevent her from doing what she think she has to. All I am asking is that she see to it that no innocents are harmed in so doing.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Anything else needing cleared up?&quot;

Selanine Melithrae:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes,&quot; says the elven lawyer, but she's competing for soundspace with Coralline, who said &quot;No&quot; at the same time.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi smirks, raising a slender brow at Coralline. &quot;Dissent with your attorney?&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">...dammit, I think the large burner isn't working.

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( :C ))

Selanine Melithrae:<font color="#000000">&quot;These are bold accusations, drow; conspiracy to commit murder on multiple counts, hiring assassins. What evidence have you that my client was the one involved? After all... it is no secret that there are many in this city who harbor hatred for the drow, and rightly so due to the events of the past. You may have threatened and pulled an innocent woman through the justice system.&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#ff">(( Didn't she openly confess it? ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Not in front of witnesses.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;The assassins own testimonies. Their contact information was provided, but I could not locate them for today's trial myself. They -are- adventurers, after all.&quot;

* Sszeyl hands a sheef of parchement with names and mailing addresses to the Priestesses.

Selanine Melithrae:<font color="#000000">&quot;There was an assault at Coralline's Crafts, and my client did throw spells. This is undeniable. The assassin business, however, is far less so. Have you anything beyond the word of adventurers to support your claim, Orgolloyss?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Be back in a bit, carry on.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;The eye witness testimonies of several businessmen of Castleton. Primarily of the Toris shop Pearldust. And the door they broke down to get in.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Brb, bathroom and garbage to take out. :u ))

Tathi: <font color="#ff">(( Guh. My memory fails. Who started the fight in the shop? ))

Tathi: <font color="#ff">(( Are you all checking your notes just to make sure? XP ))

Tathi: <font color="#ff">(( I didn't ghost out did I!? ))

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

</i> You have disconnected.

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

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

</i> Liatai:<font color="#000000">Last I saw: Sszeyl: (( Brb, bathroom and garbage to take out. :u )) Tathi: (( Guh. My memory fails. Who started the fight in the shop? )) Tathi: (( Are you all checking your notes just to make sure? XP )) Tathi: (( I didn't ghost out did I!? ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Coralline started the fight in the shop, though Sszeyl sure didn't help by threatening to report her to the guard.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Last I saw too

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

</i> Meany:<font color="#996600">:U

Meany:<font color="#996600">Tathi: (( I didn't ghost out did I!? ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">BRB, must man the stove.

Meany:<font color="#996600">:u

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

</i> TMG:<font color="#000000">someone gotz logs?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Not I. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#996600">One sec.

TMG:<font color="#000000">thankyas

Meany:<font color="#996600">Testing.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Testing.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Can you hear me, Queen Latifah?

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

Meany:<font color="#996600">Yo.

Selanine Melithrae:<font color="#000000">&quot;The door who broke in?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Oh, I'm sorry. I got the evidence mixed up. The door doesn't prove your client hired those assassins, but that the assassins trespassed on private property.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Welcome back, Lia. :3 ))

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Does it matter?&quot; Tathi comments cooly, crossing her legs. &quot;I believe he's forgiving you of all charges. Charges, by the way, that would not exist if not for these testimonies. And there's this assualt business, of course. Why, exactly, did your client begin suddenly slinging spells about?&quot;

Selanine Melithrae:<font color="#000000">&quot;My client felt as though she was in grave danger from Orgolloyss, due to his threats and manner when he approached her in her place of business. Given how most drow swiftly act upon given threats, and that the vast majority of them give little if any warning at all before they attack, it is certainly justifiable that she would be rather... jumpy.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">BRB, taters and onions. :o

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;You are correct. But I did not threaten her.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;I arrived, offered her flowers, as I did earlier, asked her if she sent the assassins, and then attempted to leave.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Furthermore, I am willing to be the subject of a Zone of Truth, or perhaps Elixir of Truth to prove such.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">...damn, this took a while.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">...and I'm not done yet. @.@

Faerie:<font color="#006666">...my cooking, I mean.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;My, aren't we the experts on drow psychology. Hrm, last I checked, they prefer not giving any warning at all, being creatures of surprise. And yet here is Orgollolly, flowers and all. Maybe he was confused that morning, and couldn't decide between poisoned daggers and kindness.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Sorry for poofing like this. :x

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Whatcha makin'? :3

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( :b ))

Jadrimme Meliamne:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Orgollolly?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">XP I giggled as I came up with that. :P

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( It's okay, Fae. ))

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi actually ^_^'s. &quot;I couldn't help it. His last name sounds so silly to me.&quot;

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;An elixir shouldn't be necessary, but a Zone of Truth isn't a bad idea at all. Do you agree to this as well, Miss Aramathea, Lady Melithrae, all others present?&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I do.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Very well.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#996600">By the power vested in me, by the church of Hatari, I know pronounce you Man, Wife, and Second Wife.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#996600">You may kiss the brides.

* Haron Silverthrush seems to be calculating distances in his head...

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

* Coralline Aramathea nods.

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">The priestess whispers some words over her holy symbol, then nods as a field of grey light spreads over the floor, covering the room. &quot;There.&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 2 + 7 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">And let's watch as Coralline rolls will.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Also sonuvatwo.

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

* You roll to yourself: 1d20+9 =&gt; 19 + 9 = 28Coralline Aramathea:<font color="#000000">Surprisingly, she doesn't resist. Seems even she knows better than to fight a zone of truth in a pseudo-courtroom.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Shall I repeat myself, then? :3&quot;

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Please. What happened in Coralline's Crafts on Rada, the 21st of Ehlon, 1221 CA?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;I entered the store, and offered Miss Aramathea a boquet of flowers. Then I asked her if she had sent the assassins, and asked her for a reason not to go to the Guard with it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;And, due to her rash behaviors, and the violent stereotypes of the Drow, I insulted her, and warned her at once by saying: &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;'You are lucky I am not a murderer of children' as I was leaving.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Immediately after which the spells were thrown.&quot;

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is this true, Miss Aramathea?&quot;

* Coralline Aramathea visibly seems to fight speaking... but then with a scowl, says &quot;Yes.&quot;

* Selanine Melithrae starts to say something in Elven, but is cut off by Coralline.

Coralline Aramathea:<font color="#000000">&quot;I accept your terms, drow. Though I'll tell you this; I will not stop until you and all your kind are driven from Castleton. And know that this is the truth.&quot; If that hateful gaze was any stronger, you'd need to roll a Reflex save versus spite damage... I'm sorry. That was terrible. =w=;;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Then we have an accord. Amen.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Do our hosts accept this reult?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">result*

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;It would be better if it didn't contain the promise of more bloodshed to come... but it is acceptable to both parties.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;A pity you don't press the charges fully, Sszeyl. She'd make a half-decent slave, I think.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Nah. She's too wilfull.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;She'd die before being a true slave.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Backhanded compliments, for the win. =3=

Coralline Aramathea:<font color="#000000">Either she took hateful-glare lessons from Miron or they had the same teacher. &gt;:[

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Pffft. I will have to teach you tricks one of these days.There's ways to turn without breaking.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Well then, is that all?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Well, there is a bit of formality left.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I hope you don't mean the flowers again..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Of course not.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;If, in the highly unlikely event that Miss Aramathia does not keep to the terms of this accord...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;I will not only resubmit my charges against her, but also return her oath against me, to her and her family.&quot;

Coralline Aramathea:<font color="#000000">The elf pales... are you trying to see just how much hate can be held in one elf's glare before her eyeballs combust? :P

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Maybe. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Perhaps some blindness would do her good.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I will assist in this.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Even Tathi blinks, and turns her head towards her lover in surprise.

Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">Pfft. What an amateur she is.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">I know, right?

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian very cooly looks over at Coralline. &quot;You attack someone who attempts to use the law against you, and then make threats against his entire species when bested, threatening death and murder.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">She's not even as scary as Yazagh.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You act like a drow.&quot;

Coralline Aramathea:<font color="#000000">&quot;We must adopt some of their tactics if we are to stand a chance against them,&quot; she replies cooly, automatically.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">So do her eyeballs pop out of her head, leaving trails of sparks in their wake? :P

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Awwww. :&gt;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;She was threatening murder? I assumed she meant forcing us to move.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Small little smile.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">c: Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Mimic the monster, become the monster.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">gotta go, dinner, but before I do..

Coralline Aramathea:<font color="#000000">&quot;No drow have been sighted in Castleton that have not been summarily driven out in twenty-seven years. I don't intend to see that record broken.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Yes? :. ))

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Well, if that's all then.&quot; She says, standing up. &quot;Oh, and in closing, a few bits of advice. Whispering is highly unadvised around elves, as they are known for their hearing. Also, it is very difficult to coerce a wizard, a profession elves are also known for. Since this seemed to slip your minds.&quot; She says, smiling as she turns about to leave, but her final statement is no whisper. &quot;Idiots.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Amadre! Come!&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Meanwhile, far away, a wizard is stricken by a random flicker of amusement.

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">Aw. Scritchies. : Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will lift the wards, then.&quot; And the magic-lights fade.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;It was lovely to see you all today. ^.^ Have a good afternoon, and thank you for the conversation.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">HAY HAZ YOU SOME DIAMOND DUST? I NEEDS TA SCRY AND FIREBALLS AND STUFF.

TMG:<font color="#000000">man, Gnogglebolt is gonna be SOOO mad when he learns about this.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">afk now. :P

Sszeyl: <font color="#996600">(( Ta. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack! BRB, sacred canine duty.

TMG:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait, you made a stettlement with her that dictates she's allowed to keep trying for your life as long as no one else is involved? I'm supposed to just stand aside and let her do this in order to not break the settlement?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">&quot;Goddammit Sszeyl!&quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">&quot;Look at her. See all that imbecility in those eyes?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">&quot;Do you really think she would have accepted anything less?&quot;

</i> Meany:<font color="#996600">And Gnoggle, you misunderstand.

TMG:<font color="#000000">&quot;But you worded it so the rest of us can't look out for you! Have you learned nothing of friendship yet? :[ &quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">The agreement was made by elves, in the shrine of an elvish deity.

Meany:<font color="#996600">If Coralline keeps to form, and uses Elvish assassins...

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

Meany:<font color="#996600">The agreement is only truly binding for Elves, I think. :3

Meany:<font color="#996600">Yo.

Selanine Melithrae:<font color="#000000">The Burning Mountain elves slip out.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Sszeyl places the flowers on one of the empty seats, and bows to the priestesses.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;Blessed be.&quot;

Ruamilae Liadon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Walk with virtue.&quot;

* Liatai ... fights... the urge... to add.. the word... &quot;outlander...&quot; to that... XD

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;A risky venture, this agreement.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">A sigh. &quot;But hopefully one that pays off with time.&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;Speaking of ventures. It's a shame your whole group isn't here.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;You've got two of the founders here, perhaps we can be of service.&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have a message for your group; not with me, currently, unfortunately.&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is there a day and location where we might meet to do business?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;I believe tomorrow is good..we're shceduled to depart soon, and we're still preparing for the trip.&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where and when?&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where to meet, I should clarify.&quot; |3

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;I believe the Headquarters is where we'll be...given that our third founder is busy on some project of his. All day tomorrow, so come in at your leisure.&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;You have a headquarters? How official.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">&quot;It's temporary. And I'm fairly certain the rent is due. =3=&quot;

Haron Silverthrush:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's the address?&quot;

* Sszeyl rattles it off.

* Haron Silverthrush writes it down on a scrap of paper, then pockets it with a nod. &quot;See you tomorrow, then.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">And scene? :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Unless you had more to do. :3

Meany:<font color="#996600">Aside from buying ducks and random food stuffs? =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh, the Ghost returns. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;buying dicks and random fluffs&quot; WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY BRAIN.

Meany:<font color="#996600">And his brain hates him.

Meany:<font color="#996600">This was fun.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Did you have any Seeds business you wanted to take care of? :3

Meany:<font color="#996600">A lot longer, and a bit more difficult than expected. :U

Meany:<font color="#996600">Ooh, Seeds.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... also. Is it bad of me that I smirked every time Selanine made a reference to Orgolloyss doing something? |3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Orgollolly? :P

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sorry, wrong drow, he's thousands of years dead.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Apparently everyone knows everything about everything except us PCs.

Sszeyl:<font color="#996600">Why should this surprise me by now? :U

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... wait, what? XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I purposefully had her do that to show her ignorance. :P

Meany:<font color="#996600">It's a reference to many things Sszeyl thought were secrets were well known or untrue.

Meany:<font color="#996600">=3=

Meany:<font color="#996600">And yes, ignorance for the win. &gt;:P

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Anything else before I axe the server? :&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Seeds?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Do you have any Seeds things you want to do?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Might as well get those out of the way.

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

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

</i> Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Hmmmmm...

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Naw. A bit tired as is. Maybe next week? ^^

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">That all? ^^

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That's all. :3

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

</i> You have disconnected.

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

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

</i> Drayco:<font color="#6600CC">Although... I'm more of a Xellos, really...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yay! Thanks for the rolls :3

Meany:<font color="#996600">:v

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

</i> Meany:<font color="#996600">So, what is this mini for?

Meany:<font color="#996600">Hatari doing random acts of ASSKICKING?

Meany:<font color="#996600">YoDoktor. =3=

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I hadn't completely decided.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Tom taking the path to the Heirophant PrC?

Meany:<font color="#996600">*shot, repeatedly*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I don't like that idea. It sounds too much like Elephant. I'm not fat. D: * Thomas Lazarus is bricked by the gods.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Silly Thomas.

Meany:<font color="#996600">=3=

Meany:<font color="#996600">Hmm.

Meany:<font color="#996600">As an aside...should Cadamon, Landon, and Flint get ports too? |.

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

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

Meany:<font color="#996600">Slang for portrait.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Though I did double-take for a moment.

* Dr. Hatari instantly thought of WoW teleports. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Or ship windows.

Meany:<font color="#996600">...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And I thought of USB ports. &quot;Wait what since when are the Mace members cyborgs. =3=&quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">Cursed Item: Scroll of Blink.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Maybe you should just not shorthand portrait. :B

Meany:<font color="#996600">Curse: Causes permament uncontrolable use of the Blink spell.

Meany:<font color="#996600">&quot;I-Can't-turn-it off! He-lp!&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Permanent Blink would be such a troll spell.

Drayco:<font color="#6600CC">What does Blink do again?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*lifts food to mouth -- blink! Ethereal. Food crashes to floor. Sadface.*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It would basically be terrifying if the user were inclined.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Nice living room.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Fire roaring. Comfy chair. You're reading with feet propped up.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Out of nowhere *electric poof* &quot;BAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!? &gt;:O&quot; *electric poof*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And after 3 seconds, it never happens ever again.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And you're just like, &quot;O_O&quot; for life.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Anyway... It's up to Sszeyl, really.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Though I can't really think of anything Landon would have done to stand out to Sszeyl. (Which is a little sad in retrospect. :B)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Landon holding pitchfork, straight-faced, in front of farmhouse. Standing next to also straight-faced Pamela.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... though the idea of a Richter portrait surrounded by books and Corgis makes me chuckle.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*snrk!*

Meany:<font color="#996600">Landon- In focus as a barfight goes on around him out of focus, eating a nice loaf of buttered bread.

Meany:<font color="#996600">The title: Eye of the Storm.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Though Hatari's makes me laugh. =3=

GM:<font color="#000000">Shall we get this shenanigan show on the road? :3

GM:<font color="#000000">Finally got most of the tokens updated. Richter will just have to wait a moment, because I have dog-on-lap and can't be bothered to grab Heroes of Horror. :B

Meany:<font color="#996600">:P

Tokens dropped onto map 'Vigilant Guardian HQ'Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Almost~

* Dr. Hatari opens sheets &amp; such.

GM:<font color="#000000">Oh, right. To avoid angering Chronos, does it matter what day this is as long as it's Cuthon 21st, 22nd, 23rd, or 24th?

Meany:<font color="#996600">Chronos? King of the Titans?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Not really. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It could just be any old downtime day, as far as I can imagine.

GM:<font color="#000000">Tech has joked saying something along the lines of &quot;the timeline's not in order? You have angered Chronos the Timekeeper!&quot; :B

Meany:<font color="#996600">Which is funny.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Because it looks like Gnogglebolt will be making lots of watches.

GM:<font color="#000000">All right. Just for the sake of the timeline, let's say the 22nd. &#171; &#160;1d100 = 38&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Meany:<font color="#996600">His title soon enough -will be- Timekeeper.

Meany:<font color="#996600">=3=

GM:<font color="#000000">A nice day for shenanigans. :3

Meany:<font color="#996600">Testing.

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

Meany:<font color="#996600">...Lia?

Meany:<font color="#996600">Did you default all the beds/trunks?

Meany:<font color="#996600">=3=

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">How did that happen. O_o

Meany:<font color="#996600">Possibly from using an older copy of the map. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'll have to reset them later. Right now... let's see, I think I remember at least half of them. Thomas remembered his, I remember Edaric's, Barbarus', Tathi/Aelian's, Miron's, and Gnogglebolt's.

Meany:<font color="#996600">I only remember Barbie and Tathi/Aelian. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's not so bad. I won't suddenly forget which bunk to sleep in just because the labels are gone. :B

Meany:<font color="#996600">So...what's going on? =3=

GM:<font color="#000000">We have two hours remaining... Whenever you're ready, Hatari. :3

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And not necessarily anything important, Meany. Which is why it was awkward that you were building up the ceremony of the mini-session. :P

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">BUT HERE GOES.

Meany:<font color="#996600">I just like seeiing you do schenanignans.

Meany:<font color="#996600">They make me laugh. =3=

* Thomas Lazarus awakens from a long and much-needed night's rest after the Osyluth raid. It hasn't been often in the preceding days that anyone, much less himself, has been able to get decent sleep. However decent you can call half-awake armored sleep, keeping one's ear open for the next assassin strike.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He opens his eyes and sits up. Covers weren't bothered with. He's still in his full kit and ready for battle. Atleast it's warm and comfortable now.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas takes a moment to close his eyes and consider the day's prayers.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Poor Tom.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( *fusses with spellslots for a moment &gt;:9 ))

Meany:<font color="#996600">The universe really hasn't been kind to him lately. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Close enough everyone's in a bed except the people who don't sleep at HQ. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">In a quarter hour, he steps out of bed and stretches.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Suddenly, Edaric wakes up with Aelian in bed. He bolts upright and wonders how he got there. &quot;:O !?&quot; ))

Meany:<font color="#996600">&quot;Tathi puked on your bed, and passed out there. I let you stay over here.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">&quot;...Still not as gay as Twilight.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">*shot*

Edaric: <font color="#0">(( I know I have long brown hair and so does Tathi but -- awkward. =w=;;;;;; ))

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( I should have known better. :B ))

Meany:<font color="#996600">Wait, it's brown?

Meany:<font color="#996600">I always assumed it was lavender. :B

* Thomas Lazarus does his best to keep from creaking and clanking up a racket on his way downstairs.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Yeah, it's brown -- &gt;:O

Teeny Rin:<font color="#996600">Ello 'andsome.

* Thomas Lazarus folds his arms at the meeting table and looks contemplative for a moment. &quot;(Should I.. ... ..too soon? =3=)&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">See, here's another shot of the same character. Brown hair. :B

Meany:<font color="#996600">And some gray. :U

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;:O

Meany:<font color="#996600">Edaric, are you aging prematurely?

Meany:<font color="#996600">*SHOT*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's just reflection.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">As we all know, anime hair is intrinsically well-cared for in battle.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That and Golden Sun likes its shinies. :B

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

Meany:<font color="#996600">=3=

Teeny Rin:<font color="#996600">Are you ever attacked by magpies for your hair?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">In a restless huff, the templar rises again and sets out the door. It's time for some early morning shopping. Luckily, the shopping he has in mind can be done early in the morning! =w=

Meany:<font color="#996600">Fresh bread right from the oven?

Meany:<font color="#996600">&quot;So worth waking up at dawn for. =w= *munch*&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's time to procure... BAKING IMPLEMENTS. &gt;:O

Meany:<font color="#996600">Sorry.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Le flour, sugar, eggs, oil, butter, all that kind of thing. =w=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">For trivia's sake; here's the character Edaric's token depicts. http://goldensun.wikia.com/wiki/Felix

Meany:<font color="#996600">Considering 2 cp buys a chikcen...

Meany:<font color="#996600">Does 1cp buy the eggs? =3=

GM:<font color="#000000">15 CP should cover just about everything for one batch.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">*snrk* The wiki makes him out to be such a mysterious and powerful protagonist-like figure..

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Such a contrast with our Ed. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">Probably for more batches, come to think of it. Sugar's just a tad expensive.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I know. It makes me chuckle how very un-Edlike Felix is. XD

Meany:<font color="#996600">It's 1gp per pound. =3=;;;

GM:<font color="#000000">Oh.

Meany:<font color="#996600">We're adventurers.

Meany:<font color="#996600">We could...buy out all of Cuba's sugar.

GM:<font color="#000000">Then that estimate is a little low. ^^; Let's say 25 CP a batch.

Meany:<font color="#996600">And just give it for free.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well.. I did have more than one batch in mind. And well.. this might be a gigantic disaster a few times. =3=;;;;;;;;

Meany:<font color="#996600">Totally ruin their economy.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">So 1 gp is spent in total!!! &gt;:O

Liatai:<font color="#000000">4 batches' worth of cookiestuff get! :D

* Thomas Lazarus cannot help but reflect on how &quot;poor&quot; he is relative to the other adventurers... yet how easy it is to over-spend with a single coin. =w=;

* Thomas Lazarus makes a mental note to donate some gold to the temple later. &gt;:.

Meany:<font color="#996600">&quot;...Barb....could I borrow money for church today?&quot; *Barbarus, in a woman's church dress and hat* &quot;Oh, fine.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tromp tromp tromp.

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

Meany:<font color="#996600">Reference to how children always ask their moms for church collection money.

Meany:<font color="#996600">And how Barb can be Barbara, and Barbarus.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Or Barbie.

Meany:<font color="#996600">The dress and hat was just for lols.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Sorry. =3=

* Thomas Lazarus sets out the ingredients and gets things ready. He removes his gauntlets atleast. But other than that, he's sort of wearing his templar armor and robes beneath an apron. It's a little comical to see him work like that. &quot;:9&quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">http://www.frenchnovelty.com/mm5/graphics/Womens-Church-Suit-F10-BM-4451.jpg

Meany:<font color="#996600">....

Meany:<font color="#996600">Abron on top of armor...

Meany:<font color="#996600">Department of Redundancy Department? :B

Meany:<font color="#996600">apron*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000"><i>I know it's a little unusual, and maybe a frivolous use of your gifts, Lord... but this is important to me. It could mean the difference between crumbling friendships. (:3

</i> * Thomas Lazarus invokes '''COOKING POWERS! 8|'''

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">... +3 to cook. :B

Barbarus:<font color="#996600">Cheater!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">+3? You're shortchanging yourself. x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Take a +5. :B

* Thomas Lazarus seems more confident after the spellcastings. &quot;&gt;;3 !&quot; ... apparently, though, it's just totally baseless confidence and isn't really helping very much.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Pelor: &quot;I could just conjure some cookies for you, you know.&quot; Tom: &quot;Yes, I know, Lord. But ... well ... you kind of also suck at cooking. I read the spell description. =3=;;&quot; Pelor: &quot;=3=;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Here goes! Profession: Cook &#171; &#160;1d20+2+5 = 5 + 2 + 5 = 12&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">:9 *work, work* ...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; &gt;:. That's just not good enough for Thomas. The normal cookies are set aside.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">You have awoken the ninja. :9

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">D: Meany:<font color="#996600">It catches you.

Meany:<font color="#996600">And eats you.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( *has wildly inappropriate metal battle music playing =w=;* ))

Meany:<font color="#996600">BLOODLINES! I'LL END YOUR LIFE!! BLOODLINES!!!

Meany:<font color="#996600">*shot*

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 10 + 6 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Hide check -- spying on cookies. :9

* Thomas Lazarus portions out ingredients again, making rather a big mess of himself and probably smelling up the HQ with the odor of baked sweets.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Okay, seriously stopping with the messing with.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 11 + 2 = 13&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; :O

* Thomas Lazarus is quite distracted.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Come on Pelor, we can do this. I'll help you. =w=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Pelor: &quot;What. &gt;:O&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Cooking check! &#171; &#160;1d20+2+5 = 11 + 2 + 5 = 18&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Sneak sneak. &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 17 + 6 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Hide &#171;  &#160;1d20+8 = 20 + 8 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Move Silently...

* Thomas Lazarus can't possibly detect such good sneaking.

Barbarus:<font color="#996600">Quiet as a cat, you are.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 4 + 7 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; cookieswipe. :9

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 3 + 2 = 5&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

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

* Swallowtail retreats with her ill-gotten gains. |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Let's see, let's see. Those are pretty good. But.. hmm. It'd probably take a good 20 minutes to make each batch. Aaand it's early.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The others might be jealous. (:3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">MOAR COOKIES. &gt;:O &#171; &#160;1d20+2+5 = 18 + 2 + 5 = 25&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">8O

Teeny Rin:<font color="#996600">Dayum.

Barbarus:<font color="#996600">Dayum.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Rays of radiant light emit from the oven as Thomas opens it this time. &quot;o_o;&quot;

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

Meany:<font color="#996600">The Hallelujah Chorus starts playing.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000"><i>These are the ones I'll use!

</i> Meany:<font color="#996600">But you paid for -four batches.- =3=;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">But I'm getting ti~red =3=

* Thomas Lazarus is bricked by Pelor.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh fine. &#171; &#160;1d20+2+5 = 14 + 2 + 5 = 21&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">More pretty good 20+ cookies! :O

* Liatai just pictured this little lantern archon appearing out of nowhere, bonking Thomas on the head, then vanishing. :B

* Thomas Lazarus has spent a little over an hour baking cookies. There are some not-so-good and some great cookies balanced on various plates and surfaces nearby, now. As well as copious amounts of mess all over the damn place. Including Thomas. :9

* Thomas Lazarus goes through his usual divine cleaning measures.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who's making -- cookies!&quot; 8O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*K-SPLOOSH* =w=;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000"><i>I wish I could cast prestidigitation.

</i> Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Silly, you must be stealthy to get the cookie. =3=

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Forget stealth homemade cookies. 8O

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Morning -- you've been busy!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Sorry about the mess. It's true.&quot; ^^;

Venezuela:<font color="#996600">Wait a minute.

Venezuela:<font color="#996600">I smell cookies.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Teeny Rin block for me. =3=

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... is it a Pelorite holiday of cookies? What's the occasion?&quot; :9

Teeny Rin:<font color="#996600">I CAST FORCE WALL. BACK YON MURDER DEMON.

* Thomas Lazarus offers a slightly sad smile. &quot;No..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I've just been feeling a little self-conscious I guess.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I thought this might be a nice gesture to some folks I know.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But, there are plenty of left-overs.&quot; :3

* Edaric headtilts. &quot;... you bake when you're self-conscious? ... Ohhh.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... which ones are the non-gift ones?&quot; :9

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Goodness, no. I barely even knew what to put in cookies from memory. I'm kind of bad at this. I needed Pelor's help a lot.&quot; ^^;

Meany:<font color="#996600">....Oooooh, I see. |.

Meany:<font color="#996600">It's for Them.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">THE OLD GODS.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Mumzie and Daddums.

* Thomas Lazarus gestures to the funny-shaped batches of cookies. :B

* Edaric munches odd cookies. :9

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Nah. We're like a good 20 days away from them, at least. Cookies wouldn't survive that long without preservatives. :B

Meany:<font color="#996600">Ahem.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Unless I cast GENTLE REPOSE.... &gt;8o

Meany:<font color="#996600">Slice of bread+sealed container.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Less than that, about a week. 6-ish days.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Or Gentle Repose.

Meany:<font color="#996600">|B

* Thomas Lazarus rubs his chin, apparently in sudden thought.

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

* Thomas Lazarus shakes it off. x3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Best breakfast ever. Except pie for breakfast. Omnomnomnom |3

* Thomas Lazarus begins mixing up some icing. &quot;--Say. Now that you're here, I could use your help.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Could you color some portions of this for me with that silly spell Barbarus and Calrach are always throwing everywhere?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm?&quot; Cookie in mouth. c|: Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">XD

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm-hmm.&quot; Cookiemunch. |3 &quot;Any spell-made cookie color will only last for an hour, though.&quot;

* Dr. Hatari is assuming 'food dyes' are a little too much to hope for in a pseudo-mideval economy.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh, really? Darn.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">Not really.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's probably not enough.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">Most people used berry juice to dye foods.

Meany:<font color="#996600">And give some flavor.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">^ That. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh. Then in that case. I uh, I have those. Retroactively. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Deal with it. *mix*

Meany:<font color="#996600">:B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was just thinking, &quot;how could there not be dyes, it's hard to -not- end up with stains when eating some food. :B&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( True! ))

Meany:<font color="#996600">&quot;God damn it, blueberries!&quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">&quot;Why you hate my dress so much!?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Frosting assist? :3 &#171; &#160;1d20 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Thomas Lazarus puts a base coat of icing onto some of the choice finest dozen cookies, and then sets about giving them some finer decorations using a tied-off wineskin as a dispenser. It'll probably taste like sugar and wine later. :B

* Edaric is too occupied eating cookies to be too much help. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000"><i>Dare

</i> I even roll for that part, or just try to lump it into the first check.. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Just lump it in. x3

Meany:<font color="#996600">&quot;...Thomas...&quot; &quot;Yes?&quot; &quot;Was this the wineskin Tathi had her Elven Moondrop in?&quot; &quot;...Oh no.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Okay good. As hilarious as that fail could have been.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was mainly just looking to see if we could get it to a result of 27 on cookies. x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Nat 1 on icing characatures.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Zairith: &quot;&gt;:O&quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">40+: Cookies are considered minor wondrous items.

Meany:<font color="#996600">...

Meany:<font color="#996600">Um.

Meany:<font color="#996600">Aren't nat 1s in cooking resulting in sentient food?

Meany:<font color="#996600">=3=;;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sentient icing characatures.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Heh. Risking derailing a bit... but I remember when we were working on D&amp;DMFA we were discussing how to make potions for gryphons and such creatures without hands that can open potion bottles easily.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Potion candy was born. :3

Meany:<font color="#996600">:B

* Thomas Lazarus draws many faces and creatures of numerous shapes and sizes onto the cookies. Some of them Edaric may recognize, but some he surely wouldn't. &quot;Hmm~hmm. :9&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There is a character further down the line in Akellon that specializes in making potion candy. x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">1d8+1 healing snickers? :B

Meany:<font color="#996600">What about...

Meany:<font color="#996600">Candy potions?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">In their original form, they were a hard-candy shell around a more liquid-like center of potionstuff.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Smarties that give you +4 intelligence! *brick'd*

Meany:<font color="#996600">&quot;...Why am I suddenly made of sugar?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#996600">&quot;So our Druid can Call Rain on you.&quot;

* Edaric has an expression of dawning comprehension.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">It doesn't stop him from munching imperfect cookies, though. Oops, not perfect, must hide the evidence. |3

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">-- hey. I feel gypped. I only got one cookie. :P

Meany:<font color="#996600">You should have taken the whole plate.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Stealthy gets you one cookie. Offering to help gets you lots of cookies. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">In a slightly more somber tone, &quot;I'm.. really not sure this is the right thing to do. Only a couple days ago he was concerned for the life of his friend, directly because of &quot;us&quot;..&quot; His expression wilts a little, but it lasts only a moment. &quot;..but perhaps it's truly the thought that counts.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Atleast Lethiriss will like them. :9&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">... &#171; &#160;1d20 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; insight check...

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

* Edaric apparently has a lightbulb moment :O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Admittedly, I kind of also want to see how that other person will react,&quot; he adds mysteriously. |3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... hmm. Hey, you wouldn't happen to have any mint flavoring of any kind in that bag of ingredients, would you?&quot; :3

* Thomas Lazarus starts.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh my goodness. That's brilliant.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'll go get some. :o&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Admittedly, I don't know the guy as well as you do, but every time Ebonwood or Zairith's around, or we go to his place, it always smells like mint.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You're right! Thanks, Ed.&quot; :3

* Thomas Lazarus collects up some of the finished cookies and stores them away safely, wrapped with plate, in a satchel.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Everyone's free to take the rest.&quot; There are probably four of five dozen extra cookies. Thomas baked for well over an hour.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'll be back later.&quot; |3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll let them know.&quot; |3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Rush rush. :9

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Read: I'll grab about half a dozen and stash them in my pack, then let the others know there are cookies available. =3=

* Teeny Rin watches from the ceiling. &gt;:3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Meanwhile, this person heads off to market. Hopefully some of the more exotic stalls are open, and he can get mint somewhere.

GM:<font color="#000000">Are you kidding?! Mint grows like gangbusters. It's cheap. x3

* Thomas Lazarus perhaps slightly perturbs the shop he purchases from, as he sets down and carefilly mints the ZLR cookies right there in front of them. &quot;:D&quot;

Kid:<font color="#000000">:O

Kid:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mommy! Look! Cookies!&quot; :O

Meany:<font color="#996600">...

Meany:<font color="#996600">I know that girl..

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It does seem to be an uncanny resemblance.

Meany:<font color="#996600">She was in that town...by Osyluth.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Amusingly, upon closer inspection, the majority of the faces on these cookies are ................. mean-looking people and monsters. ^^;;

Meany:<font color="#996600">Blackroot?

Meany:<font color="#996600">Blacktree?

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

Meany:<font color="#996600">Black...something.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Blackwood? :P

Meany:<font color="#996600">Blackwood!

Meany:<font color="#996600">I got it just a moment before you said it. :B

Meany:<font color="#996600">But yes.

Meany:<font color="#996600">She and her mother were there.

Sorceress:<font color="#000000">&quot;Honey, it doesn't look like he's selling the cookies.&quot;

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#996600">Five cookies for the low low price of one smile!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So was her uncle. :B The grizzled mage.

Meany:<font color="#996600">:u

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thank goodness for responsible parents. I was almost forced to be unduely kind. =w=;

* Thomas Lazarus takes his newly seasoned mint cookies and heads off to Zairith's home. Again. |D

Box:<font color="#996600">Don't make me slap you. :u

Tokens dropped onto map 'Zairith and Lethiriss' Place'* Liatai totally doesn't imagine backstory snippets and motivations for background characters. Nope. =3=

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I still think he strikes a very amusing resemblence to Otto. x3

* Thomas Lazarus clears his throat and makes sure to dismiss all earlier magic. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Knock knock.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Sorry to bother. It's just Thomas Lazarus.&quot;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">A garter snake pokes its head out from under the door, flicking its tongue, before slithering back inside and hissing to Lethiriss.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20-1 = 13 - 1 = 12&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; (Internal reference)

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

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ss, what bringssss you here thisss morning ssso early? Did ssssomething happen again? Pleassse, pleassse, come in.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus steps in and closes the door. He offers a nervous smile. &quot;No, no. Nothing ill has happened. Although, in a way, that sort of brought me by.&quot;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">It may be of note that a large, bubbling pot of something that smells like hot applesauce is stirring itself on the stove. :9

* Thomas Lazarus casts a brief look around for garder snakes before taking each step.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Is Zairith.. ah.. 'asleep'?&quot; He offers an uncertain look. (:3

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">There are only three in this room, and most are hiding in the books and woodpile. One is flicking its tongue at you from near the door.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm kind of embarassed to admit, I have.. no idea when it would be usual for him to go to bed. Or for how long. Or.. anything. I feel so ignorant of the outside world.&quot; ^^;

* Thomas Lazarus smells like spearmint and sugar cookies. And cast steel. :B

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ss, no, he'sss in hisss ssstudy.&quot; Lethiriss hiss-chuckles. &quot;Ss-ss! Well, for future referencccce. He tendssss to trancccce while I ssssleep. Ssso, night time.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods!

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

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mind the unssseen sssservant near the ssstove. Ssshall I fetch him?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus considers a moment.

* Thomas Lazarus grins a little. &quot;..Ah.. perhaps it won't be necess--&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;.O He spots a meancat.

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">One slit-pupiled eye peers out at you curiously, though LiNeer just sits near the door and watches with her tail curled around her paws.

* Thomas Lazarus pays it little mind in reality. &quot;--ah, necessary.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus presents a plate from the satchel of goods. :3

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Oh, goodnesssss. Did you make more food, sssilly?&quot; x3 Lethiriss does take the plate when offered with a smile, though.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The now-spearmint seasoned sugar cookies are still warm and a little moist. But most amusingly, they're all decorated with little characatures of Zairith looking all &quot;&gt;:.&quot;, Lineer in &quot;&gt;:3&quot; and Lethiriss in &quot;|3&quot; little chibi faces. It's actually rather remarkably well-done. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm afraid so.&quot; ^^;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">:O !!

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;They're sssso cute!&quot; X3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..As much as I'd love to see his reaction, perhaps I should leave well enough alone if he's in study.&quot; :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There are some other errands I've yet to do this afternoon, besides.&quot;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Isss that ssspearmint I sssmell? Goodnesssss, thissss will be jusssst what the doctor ordered. Ssssilly man'sss been working on Ssssszeyl'sss problem every ssspare moment he hasss, but he can never resssissst mint sssweets.&quot; x3

* Thomas Lazarus brightens. &quot;Really..? I was half-worried it was just something he had around and would hate it. Glad to hear.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus awesomefaces. &quot;Well, I have to be going soon. But it was nice seeing you.&quot; :D

* Lethiriss seems to be musing to herself a moment while putting the cookies down. &quot;-- Sss! And it'sss not done yet. Sss, I'll jussst have to drop them off -- when are you leaving town?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Not for some time yet. I think there were some civil matters the others had to attend to in a week or so.&quot;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sss! Good, good, that'sss plenty of time to finishhh.&quot; :D

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good to sssee you -- thank you!&quot; :D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hmm.&quot; He smirks a little, allowing for the mystery.

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

* Thomas Lazarus steps out.

* Thomas Lazarus feels good. |3

Meany:<font color="#996600">Zairith: &quot;Who was that at the door?&quot; Lethiriss: &quot;Nobody, now get back to decoding that map to the City of Gold. &gt;:O&quot;

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

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

* Thomas Lazarus rushes off, tromping. If he hurried, there'll still be time to get to the Mace before the world ends. :9

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

Tokens dropped onto map 'Leaden Mace Society'Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tromp tromp clank.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh. A full house.&quot;

Robin Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now it is!&quot;

Robin Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good morning, Brother Tom.&quot; ^^

Smoke:<font color="#000000">:D !

* Thomas Lazarus offers a friendly wave.

Smoke:<font color="#000000">-- I SMELL FOOD. :O

Smoke:<font color="#000000">FOOOOOOD :O

* Thomas Lazarus firmly pets Smoke's face. Keeping him at bay. &gt;|3

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

* Smoke snuffles at the bag. &gt;:9 !

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;What have you got in there, soup bones?&quot; |3

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

</i> Smoke:<font color="#000000">FOOOOOD. :D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Just a little this and that. I'll be back shortly. I'm sure there's plenty I've got to discuss down here, too. Some matters have been weighing on my mind.&quot;

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

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Food food food :D

* Thomas Lazarus holds his prize away.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'll be back--&quot; ^^;

* Thomas Lazarus retreats.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Go away, go away, quiddit, shoo &gt;:9

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Food? :D

* Thomas Lazarus shoves Smoke at bay with a foot.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Later. &gt;:9

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Food now? :D

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">You hear a whistle from downstairs.

Smoke:<font color="#000000">:O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">(Thanks Flint. =w=;)

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Master has the BEAR BONE from the castle. :O

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

* Thomas Lazarus slowly dons a conspiratorial look. &gt;.&gt;

* Thomas Lazarus cracks the archive door and peeks within.

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

* Thomas Lazarus considers for a moment. &gt;:9

Samuel Hartwood:<font color="#000000">There is a sleeping lump of a druid in this room. =3=

* Thomas Lazarus takes out a bit of card and pen. He uses the bed as a table to write up some things on it.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He pays his estranged doppleganger little heed. Boy, he sleeps a lot. :9

Samuel Hartwood:<font color="#000000">It's hibernation. =3= Zzz...

* Thomas Lazarus slips back out quietly.

* Thomas Lazarus leans partially down the stairwell. &quot;Excuse me, brother Richter? Could I bother you to help me for a moment?&quot;

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;Me? Certainly, on my way.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Thank you.&quot; He leaves no hint of the lulz he has in store.

* Thomas Lazarus smirks a bit and speaks much more quietly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Could you perhaps summon sister Sonya for some errand or another downstairs? I'd like to sneak something past her without being spotted right away. It's a surprise.&quot; |3

* Richter Malino nods with a conspiratorial smile. &quot;I'm sure I can come up with something. Just a moment...&quot;

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

* Thomas Lazarus listens from the other side of the barracks door. :9

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sister Sonya? I could use your help with sorting some of the scrolls from the temple downstairs.&quot;

Sonya Goldworthy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aren't they mostly divine? Uff. Fine. Coming.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Spellcasters are a lot more quiet thanks to the lack of armor, but you can hear the archives' door close and two sets of footfalls going downstairs.

* Thomas Lazarus bites his lip and clenches a fist. &quot;B:&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus slips out.

Samuel Hartwood:<font color="#000000">... I smell cookies. =3=

Samuel Hartwood:<font color="#000000">&quot;...?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas sets out the other plate of extra-nice cookies next to Richter's work area. These cookies are decarated with various leaping happy Talibs going &quot;:3&quot; and... well. Just downright comically super-pissed Sonyas going all, &quot;&gt;8(&quot; but in a kind of endearingly deformed characature. &quot;:9&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He slips a card beneath the plate reading, &quot;A treat for beleaguered Stoats and company. -Tom&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus departs.

Samuel Hartwood:<font color="#000000">A druid is ambling down the hallway in search of cookies. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh, good morning.&quot;

Samuel Hartwood:<font color="#000000">&quot;Morning.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus still isn't fully aware that his impression of Sam as some secret brooding badass is wrong. :O

Samuel Hartwood:<font color="#000000">&quot;Someone cooking?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">^^; &quot;Mm.. I made a little something earlier. Perhaps there'll be leftovers later.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But, please excuse me. Time is of the essence. I could be discovered at any second.&quot; =3=

Samuel Hartwood:<font color="#000000">.3 &quot;Okay.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus slinks off!

Samuel Hartwood:<font color="#000000">&quot;... should I hide too?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Nah, I think you're safe.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus heads downstairs in slight confusion. |3

* Samuel Hartwood nods, then ambles back to the barracks. .3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000"> '''Mission TOMCOMPLISHED. &gt;:O'''

* Smoke is happily chewing on a bear's femur. :9

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

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

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... sooooo?&quot; &gt;:3

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's the big conspiracy?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So?&quot; He feigns innocent far too strictly.

Sonya Goldworthy:<font color="#000000">&quot;I told you they were all divine.&quot;

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, it isn't often at all you see a divine scroll of invisibility.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;In any case..&quot; he rolls into true business deftly, &quot;..there is a great deal of free time on the Guardian's hands this week, and I thought I would spend some days here at the Hostel making myself useful.&quot;

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

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

Richter Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;... you know, there were three invisibility scrolls in there if you're feeling stealthy.&quot; |3

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

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

* Anise Berilan laughs!

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;So what'd you do? Sovereign glue the chair? Swap the cover on her spellbook for another book? I tried the second one, it worked pretty well for a bit.&quot; |3

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;That would be a terrible waste of a pot of sovereign glue.&quot; ^^

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Nothing like that. I suppose it remains to be seen what'll even happen. I've already had my fun.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..But, it's true. I really will be around a while. I feel like some kind of part-timer bum staying away as much as I have.&quot; |3

* Thomas Lazarus is ready to make with the patrols and desk duty, and become a full Inquisitor! It's just a nicer sounding title! &gt;:9

Robin Malino:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tell me about it. We hardly ever see you. Have you even done patrol or desk duty yet?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Not a once. I'd have been around more if not for the whole Helvirahel looming matter..&quot; He frowns pointedly. &quot;Even this week I'm definitely going back to stay with the Guardians past dusk.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But atleast no daylight business is pinning me there.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Afk 2 shakes. Grabbing fish. Although, that about concludes the extent of what I had in mind for the session. And I think Drayco was wanting to drop for bed or whatnot hereabouts.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And now all business that needed to be concluded pre-Saturday is concluded! :D

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oop. Afk five more shakes. Forgot it's garbage night. =3=;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Thanks for the mini, though.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">'Twas cute indeed. x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Also, Sonya's reaction, for posterity...

* Sonya Goldworthy plops down and opens her spellbook again.

* Sonya Goldworthy notices cookies.

* Sonya Goldworthy hesitates.

* Sonya Goldworthy looks left.

* Sonya Goldworthy looks right.

* Sonya Goldworthy snatches up one cookie and nibbles. &gt;.&gt;;;;;

<i>You have disconnected.

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