Session 109.5

Glitch has connected.

Railock has connected.

RAM has connected.

Liatai:All right, lemme move some NPCs...

Gamal-Junayd:I think I was about to talk to ennis down below


 * Gamal-Junayd wonders who will spot the one troll first

Liatai:Har har. XP

RAM:Where is it? :.


 * RAM just finished loading.

Gamal-Junayd:I'm sure you'll find it unless lia removes it

RAM:I haven't found anything. :.

Liatai:Look for Shankfang.

RAM:Oh there it is!

Shankfang the Deffrider:'sup Cthulhu?

Shankfang the Deffrider:Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!

Gamal-Junayd:the dm label makes it better. mwahaha

Shankfang the Deffrider:Aww,where's Cthulhu go? &gt;:

GM:Mmkay, so. Where were we?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Hi Mink! :D

GM:<font color="#000000">Sorry, the squiggly that's easier on the eyes had to step up. :B *BRICK'D*

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I was looking for ms baker to ask about more oil of taggit

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Excuse me, Ms Baker?&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Mmkay; let's say Shankfang encountered Gamal on the way down there. :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">HUG'D!

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hm? What is it --&quot; And then a half-orc missile rockets out of nowhere. Who's he hugging?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Both? :B

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I was told by your daughter that I might...OOF! Shankfang...those hugs are dangerous...&quot;

Nils:<font color="#000000">SQUEAK! Can't -- Breathe -- D8

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">sorry, that you might not I might


 * Gamal-Junayd slips out of the bear hug before it's too tight (Escape Artist Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 3 + 20 = 23&#160;  &#187;)

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oof! Well -- hi there --&quot; ^^;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">...I have no idea what opposes an Escape Artist check. :B


 * Swallowtail drifts by. &quot;... You should know. He is a hugger.&quot; =3=;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">grapple

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">if you really wanted to keep me in

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I can see that,&quot; a half-elf observes quietly from the corner.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Grapple...I can never remember, does that add dex and strength?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Or just strength?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">str

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Nope, just Strength and BaB, unless you have Improved Grapple.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 6 + 12 = 18&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Grapple~

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Or are a size other than Medium.

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Gamal escapes, but theinkeeper is held fast!

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 3 + 4 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Grapple attempt to get out -- fail incoming!

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">Nope. Wizards. =3=;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Epic fail.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Aaand...you are spared the squeeze, because you are a squooshy wizard and he would robably break your spine. :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Releas'd!

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">I don't think my husband and children would appreciate it if you had, anyway. You don't smell like you've been drinking. *brick'd*

Nils:<font color="#000000">AIR! D8

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And pet pet pets for the rodent. :3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well then..Ms Baker, your daughter said you might help me out. I was thinking of cooking the next meal, and thought it would be nice if we could add something to it to put those above on watch to sleep. Ms swallowtail had a vial of..what was it..oil of taggit? Yes, I think that was it, and your daughter said you might know if theres more around, as the one vial would not be enough. Also, I had wondered..is there something we can give to our people to resist, or awaken them after? So as to cause less supicion that they are eating something different than the rest.&quot;


 * Ennis Baker raises an eyebrow. &quot;... Let me get this straight, you're asking me to help you drug people's food?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ooh, goot idea.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Drug the food of those who might interfere with the ritual at least, yes.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ugh, Hy chust hope Hy kan schoot dem soon. Hy me gettink sick uf all dis pussy-footink around.&quot; =3=

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's not a bad idea, but I'll warn you it's not likely to work on the big ones unless you pump their food full of it. Warrior types always take more drugging than most before it works.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nothing long lasting or harmful, just let them have a good night sleep while we do what we must.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then the real question is, is there enough available?&quot;

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oil of taggit doesn't necessarily cause sleep; it knocks people out. But I don't know if my magic's strong enough to put them all to sleep for real... tough people like that, you'd need a symbol spell. Even that might not work, the baron's a tough nut to crack.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Be back in two shakes, sorry. ^^;


 * Ennis Baker drums her fingers lightly on the table. &quot;... Martin would know more about our poison supplies, but he's conducting the ritual...&quot; &gt;:\

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack phone ^^;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">The Universe just don't want you to have this mini, Rail. :B

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


 * Ennis Baker steals a quick look at the lawmen to the north.

RAM:<font color="#990000">This is nothing.

RAM:<font color="#990000">I could always go steal her laptop and lead her on a merry chase. :B

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did you hear anything, Ansramil? I didn't hear anything about poison supplies or underhanded plots.&quot; |3


 * Ansramil Hawkin is frowning quietly, but not saying anything. I suppose that's enough for begrudging approval.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Amazing, since this entire town seems to be one underhanded plot against decent people.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy hate dis place.&quot; &gt;:E

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">BURN IT DOWN!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&#9835;We'll go until the world stops turning while we burn it to the ground tonight!&#9835;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're not seeing it at its best, that much is true, Mazian.&quot;


 * Glitch now can't help but imagine all of our forces fighting the devil forces in the street in a music video battle to the tune of that song

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy chust don' like not beink able to fight de enemy ven it is right in my face.&quot; :/

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, I'm pretty sure we chose just about the worst possible season to visit. Towns that are having devils practically rain out of the sky thick enough you can't see your own nose half the time are generally not at their best. Terrible weather.&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's about to change, I believe.&quot; He nods toward the table, with the deciphered notes.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy vouldn' mind it so much if Hy kould kill dem, instead of lettink dem sit in my house.&quot; &gt;:E

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt is pouring over the notes and forming battle plans with the others, taking passive note of the side-conversation.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Figuratively speakink, uf kourse.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dis is not my house.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyu get de idea.&quot;

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Given it's Sorenoc, I wouldn't be surprised if he had twelve proxies and escape plans for that situation. We're getting off track, though. How much oil of taggit do you need? It's better if you can just sneak it into their food; it gets expensive after a while, and antitoxin just as much. The Pelorites might be able to stand by for accidental poisonings, but it'll look suspicious if they have antivenin kits ready to go before a meal.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy hef yet to see sumvun who kan outsmart boolet.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">That one's for you, techy!

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">I guess I need to use More Gun to solve this devil problem, eh?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Well...theres what, 8 of them up ther if I remember right. (6 guards, baron, mage) If it doesn't do any lasting harm, we could always let some of the others be knocked out, and then after they are asleep, we can wake em up later. Myself if I must, as I'll probably be the one giving it to them, I can't really be seen to be not eating my own food now can I? Perhaps miron as well, we can always forget to wake him up untill we actually need him....&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Or little gun. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Sounds almost like the class features to a prestige class. &quot;Use A Gun&quot; and &quot;Use More Gun&quot;. :B

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">This needs to be a thing.

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Make this class!

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


 * Glitch will see if he can get around to it...

RAM:<font color="#990000">And make it awesome.

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;It'll probably take something like three doses to get any effect on those knights... Might as well be safe and assume a double dose or more on the good baron, he'll be a hard one to get for sure. That mage, though? He looks like he'll fall over in a stiff breeze. It's going to be a bit difficult to get proper dosage if you make a huge pot, and if you overdose someone, it can cause serious problems.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">http://calitreview.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/More_Dakka_by_MajesticChicken.jpg :B

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">http://calitreview.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/More_Dakka_by_MajesticChicken.jpg

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy kan dose dem.&quot;

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

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">A heaping dose of LEAD! &gt;:O

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;No shankfang, that might alert the watchers that theres something wrong. Well, I could make the food, take it out, and eat it with them. If Mine is dosed strongly as well, if they demand a trade of food, it won't matter, as well both be heading to sleep.&quot;

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;How many doses do you already have?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;One, donated by swallowtail&quot;

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Twenty more, then, minimum... I think we'll be lucky if we can scrape together ten, but I'll see what we can do.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">174 doses.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Of hot lead! &gt;:O

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">My, he is a violent fellow, isn't he. =3=

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;My thanks. I'll start the meal. I'll do my best to make it so appetizing they won't have a thought that there might be something wrong with it. Or should I wait untill we've gathered it all?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I haven't been allowed to be violent in days.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And there are devils on the roof.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I'm getting twitchy.

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go ahead, we'll bring them up when we've got them.&quot;


 * Gamal-Junayd nods and heads upstairs. taking 20 on cooking check, gonna be a nice and slow, try to get the little kids to help waft the scents out to the baron and company. (Profession(Cook) Check : &#171; &#160;20+13 = 20 + 13 = 33&#160;  &#187;)

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Ugh, this wouldn't be so bad if I could just set up a target. But that would probably be frowned upon. =3=

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I took 20, so wasn't a crit roll

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


 * Shankfang the Deffrider fiddles with Rose on the table,trying to keep from going stir-crazy.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt, mind filling Shankfang in, perhaps? :3


 * Glitch blinks. Pardon?

Choir Leader:<font color="#000000">&quot; Uhm... not that I'm not sure you have a plan or something... but do you really think it's wise to be wasting this much food? We've got nearly a hundred mouths to feed here -- I mean, I know we just got a shipment, but what if they try to -- you know -- &quot; The volunteer looks around nervously, wringing a towel in her hands.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Shankfang doesn't know about the most recent discovery with the codebook.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The dungeon?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">All that business? ^^;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">The table is now a mess of disassembled gun and carbon. :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Clean clean clean~

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've supplemented it with things I brought, and if all goes well, it'll make sure we have a tomorrow to worry about. Because if things go wrong. we won't.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Well, Shankfang's been standing right there, and I said Gnogglebolt is basically 'planning the attack' with the others 'offscreen'. So, if Gnogglebolt could hear their conversation about the poison plot, then.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Shankfang, out the corner of your ear, you hear everyone -else- around the table making references to a raid on an underground dungeon in the very near future.

Merrash of the Stalking Claws:<font color="#000000">The door to the basement cracks open. &quot; Pssst. Desert-son. You seek the goods? &quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Tinks to schoot?&quot; :o

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh gods the mess is spreading.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(though as this involves other characters besides mine and Ram's... -3- hate carrying out conversations with missing people. oh well.)

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Carbon dust and gunpowder residue now cover a good quarter of the table.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances up at the disassembled gun. &quot;Ah. Yes. Things to shoot, very soon. Put that back together.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hym cleanink her!&quot; &gt;:/


 * Shankfang the Deffrider blows down the barrel.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You want to get left behind when we go to kill things because Rose is still in pieces?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Nils, enjoy being covered in carbon. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're leaving very soon, Shankfang! Be happy.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy kan put her back togedder in sekonds, Gnoggle.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyu aren't de only vun who kan make tinks, remember?&quot; :B


 * Merrash of the Stalking Claws holds up a pouch containing clinking vials. &quot; All we could spare. You are fortunate. This would cost a small fortune on the markets. If it does not pay off, we will set up a payment plan, yes? &quot; The catfolk gives Gamal a wolfish grin.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;If we are alive we are thinking with our own minds? Certainly.&quot;


 * Gamal-Junayd bows

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;My thanks. This is neough for just them, or myself as well to allay suspicions?&quot;

Merrash of the Stalking Claws:<font color="#000000">&quot; It is thirteen vials. An auspicious number, yes, desert-son? &quot;

Merrash of the Stalking Claws:<font color="#000000">&quot; They say you will not need to dose one; the mountain woman has laid him low with drink. &quot; |3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Ah, Tomi. x3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Hmm...with the one I have...that's 14. 2 per guard, 1 each for baron and myself. less than she thought would be best, but we will have to try. My thanks.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...why is Gamal trying to knock himself out? :B


 * Merrash of the Stalking Claws nods. &quot; I wish you luck. Be careful with the vials, yes? &quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">It's a precaution. I'll take out enough, and eat with them. if they get suspicious and ask to trade food...it won't matter.


 * Gamal-Junayd nods, and adds it to the food.

Merrash of the Stalking Claws:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 69&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 34&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 75&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 63&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 67&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 81&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Merrash of the Stalking Claws:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 55&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 54&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 86&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 33&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d100 = 73&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Merrash of the Stalking Claws:<font color="#000000">You've avoided poisoning yourself!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">woo! Cept wait, I'll be doing that on purpose in a moment!

Merrash of the Stalking Claws:<font color="#000000">The cat melts off into the darkness like a sugar cube in coffee. Now for the moment of truth, eh?


 * Gamal-Junayd takes the food out to them. he lets the normal kitchen staff pass out the non poisoned food to refugees, while taking the poisoned food out himself, he starts putting it out on the benches, before approaching the baron.

Guardsman 5:<font color="#000000">The guards look at the food warily, somewhat confused, perhaps.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, sicne your going to be with us for who knows how long....dinner, Lord Baron, is served.&quot;

Kelsey Alfarson:<font color="#000000">... UH-OH. Danger, danger, Gamal Robinson. The Kordites have spotted the food!

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, no thank you, I brought my own.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">EAT IT! &gt;:E

Gamal-Junayd whispers: that's why I said I'd have the regular kitchen staff serve food to everyone else

You whisper to Railock: I know, but you can't expect Kordites in a rationed situation to see food near them and not think, &quot;sweet, seconds!&quot; *brick'd*

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you saying my cooking is not good enough for a baron and his men? It isn't often the chance I have to serve nobility, and wanted your opinion on the dishes.&quot; (Diplomacy Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 10 + 8 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">What is Diplomacy opposed by, again? Diplomacy or Sense Motive?

RAM:<font color="#990000">Shadow makes a great footrest, Lia. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Diplomacy isn't opposed.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">whatever you prefer for the situation I'd say.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">It's flat DCs depending on the situation. :B

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">yeah the diplomacy in the book. sucks

RAM:<font color="#990000">...Maybe a bluff roll would be more appropriate?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Not the least of which if you really -do- want to call for opposed, then the check you're looking for is Bluff, not Diplo.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Bluff is if you have any reason to -oppose- the target, diplo is just to get things done.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">he has diplomacy, not bluff why I phrased it in such a way he's not lying. it would be nice to hear a nobles opinion of his cooking

Glitch:<font color="#000000">^ though I have used that trick before, too. :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">Bluff isn't just for lying.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Thing is, either way, you're trying to trick him into eating drugged food.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">The better question is

Glitch:<font color="#000000">does the target have any reason to -believe- there's something up?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Arguably, it depends more on the target than what you're trying to do.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">At the end of the day.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">this guys probably almost as paranoid as miron

Glitch:<font color="#000000">This is greyness, and it's up to the DM to make a call. :B

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">Either way, as the DM just looked up the DCs and the baron's modifiers are already higher than Gamal's roll... &quot;I would imagine not. However, I would not dare add strain to your already stretched food stores. Simply bad ettiquette, that.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">yeah yeah...if only I'd built this guy for diplomacy from the ground up.


 * Glitch wonders if he should link Lia to Rich Burlew's custom diplomacy rules again...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Diplomacy has failed.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Is it time for aggressive negotiations yet? :3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, most of this came from my own personal supplies. a cook is never caught without food. Including some very choice Chiles I bought from a merchant I met traveling through Moscra.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">wouldn't matter glitch, gamals only got a +8. it's...nowhere near enough to really be using diplomacy to overcome enemies unless they do something like roll a 1 on sense motives :)


 * Glitch now can't help but imagine a chibi Shankfang look up with big eyes and the meme caption &quot;Is it can be gunz tiem nao plz?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">x3

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've never been fond of spicy food, though you have piqued my curiosity. It must be difficult, providing for this many mouths.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">No thanks to you, ass. &gt;:E

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;How do you manage?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is nothing. Easier than trying to cook for troops, at least those here in the temple are respecitve of those who seek to feed them. Though it does take up time to provide for so many, cooking multiple batches, many times one has to cook and let them eat in shifts.&quot;

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;Respective?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;The respect those cooking. Often troops would shower abuse on those cooking for them, rather than the supply seargents who seemed to think giving the cooks only gruel to feed the troops.. One can help food a lot with how you cook but gurel...can not really be helped much at all.&quot;

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;You've served in the military, then?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've served in my own tribe when it has gone to war, as well as a mercenary before. Many companies were willing to pay extra for a soldier who could also cook, but peace doesn't make for many mercenary companies prospering, and so I've changed lines of work, as it were.&quot;

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, yes, that makes very good sense... a mercenary to an adventurer is not a grand leap, I suppose. I would imagine an adventurer who cooks is well-valued by his team... as much as a soldier who cooks is to a military company, I'd imagine, if not more.&quot; He smiles, pleasantly enough. &quot;Trail rations do get boring after a while.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Dammit Lia stop making him seem human you're gonna make it hard to kill him! &gt;:O

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">...Well, actually, no I'll still shoot him in the head BUT STILL! &gt;:O

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I brought enough out for all of you as well as myself. We can sit and eat while you watch the courtyard. I wuld be most interested to know what you think of it.&quot;

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;You normally carry around enough food for eighty hungry mouths on a daily basis, though? I can only imagine that would be murder on the knees and shoulders.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Our group often travels with that many or more. If I cannot feed us, I'm not much use as a cook, correct?&quot;

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eighty people? Truthfully?&quot;

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's no adventuring company, my friend, that's a platoon!&quot; =3=

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you so certain you've switched careers?&quot;

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Dinner's ready!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">thomas, tathi, aelion, myself, shank, gnoggle, ed, swallow, sszeyel, I'm probably forgetting someone and that's 9

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Comin'

Liatai:<font color="#000000">8 =/= 80

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, the pay for an adventurer is most definatly better at least.&quot;


 * Gamal-Junayd can go get dinner as well


 * Glitch pops in

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Er, rail, he said &quot;eighty&quot;, not &quot;eight&quot; ^^;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">oh. I misread then

Glitch:<font color="#000000">unless that was a mistake on Lia's part. :B


 * Glitch pops afk again

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Nope, he said eighty and meant eighty. :B But that's an easy thing to mishear, so we can roll with it. :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">So silly. x3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">and you know what.. I see no problem letting him think theres a LOT more of us than there are

Liatai:<font color="#000000">A LOT more. :B

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;I would imagine so. Good lord, your bills must be tremendous.&quot; Gamal, roll Bluff if you're going to try to keep it up on purpose, instead of mishearing. :B

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">nah I misread and misheard. gamal isn't purposly ttrying to lie about anything. cause he's not a good lier. &quot;No, a god cook always makes the food stretch further, reusing anything he can. and really, it's not all that expensive.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">A God cook?! :O

RAM:<font color="#990000">...You're not that good. :B

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">and that's a type. meant good

RAM:<font color="#990000">Yes, that was indeed a type.

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">lia, kick ram for me :)

RAM:<font color="#990000">...She poked me. Is that good enough? :P

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where do you get the supplies to feed eighty people every day on this level? Do you own farms?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There's a dog between my foot and him. :P

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, eighty? I thought you said eight. And one of our members does own a farm.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;While gnogglebolts device would most certainly carry the food should we need to feed that many, we don't travel with quite that many people on a normal basis.&quot;


 * Kenneth Sorenoc laughs. &quot;Ahh, that makes much more sense. I was referring to the people of the temple.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">DON'TTELLHIMABOUTTHEFUCKINGTRUCKTRAIN D8

Glitch:<font color="#000000">that thing is -hidden outside of town- for a reason!

RAM:<font color="#990000">Tell him about the Deffbike!

RAM:<font color="#990000">And the gun!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, I do try to keep enough for us to travela good while on. Our supplies could feed the people here for a bit, but If I had to rely just on our groups supplies, we wouldn't last all that long without magical support.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">And the stir-crazy trigger-happy half-orc that uses them!

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;I always thought that conjuring food and drink was somewhat advanced magic, and limited. How have you been able to keep up this quality of food with this many people for so long?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;While I do strive for quality, I have gone a little all out with these dishes. it isn't everyday one can ask a noble for their opinion on ones cooking. Most meals we stick to simpler, but still filling, fare.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">danger danger gamal robinson &gt;.&gt;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">that's tactical information. &gt;.&gt;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">do not give up more information than you have to. .

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


 * Liatai gently shoves Glitch under the table ^.^ *BRICK'D*

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;Such as?&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">I'm trying to stop her. It isn't working. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh noes! D8 *is shoved under table*

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">sides create food and waters only level three. thomas at level ten, with 1 casting, provides enough food for 30 people for 24 hours. so...three spells a day and thomas alone can feed us all

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">Most spellcasters aren't level 10. Think about that.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">and it was a level 10/11 spellcaster we needed to do the Hallowing, and they didn't think we -had- that if we lost Mother Selaren.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Soups, can easily use the meat one day, the bones the next, noodles, rice dishes and such.&quot; I really don't know wnough about real cooking...and even a 5th level caster makes 15 peoples worth per cast. theres enough around here I'm sure they'd never actually run out of food between three priests worth of clerics

RAM:<font color="#990000">...Are Gamal and Kenneth shouting at each other from across the room? :B

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;A bit more expensive than gruel and water. Do you have a secret slaughterhouse beneath the temple, to supply all the meat and bones for soup?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I really dont know, I haven't exactly gone poking around the storeroom, but theres been enough as long as I've been cooking here.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">gamal has actually not once concerned himself where the food he cooks comes from...long as it's there

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;Meat is like government money. Everyone likes getting it, no one likes thinking about where it came from.&quot;

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. I was about to say, that's a rather sinister thing to be hiding beneath the temple of the Sun if that were true. How long have you been cooking here?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">*struggles to pop head out from under tabler* DANGER DANGER. Don't let him know we slipped in AFTER the quarantine! D8

Liatai:<font color="#000000">SHADOW, SIC GLITCH.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*dog snuggle attack!*

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Go Shadow!


 * Gamal-Junayd unfortunatly has no clue how long the quarantine has been going on.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... nope, she's just staring at my plate. =3= *brick'd*

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Yer blowin' it, man!


 * RAM tableflips.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">and is trying not to lie

Glitch:<font color="#000000">get back to getting him to eat the damn food! :U

RAM:<font color="#990000">STOP GIVING HIM INFORMATION DAMMIT! &gt;:O

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ah, this will be an amusing log. |D *BRICK'D*

RAM:<font color="#990000">Don't make me drag Shankfang up and have him hug you to death!


 * Glitch wants to nom Rail for this so he can get exp he missed last session, but I won't nom you if you wind up not only failing, but ALSO giving the enemy information they can use against us! D8

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh, though.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Gamal -could- make an Int check to remember information if he ever heard it at all. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(raw ability checks are far underused)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not all that long really, just been doing what I can to help out once it became apparent they needed help cooking for this many. Speaking of food, it is getting cold, Shall we eat before the heat and flavor of freshly served food disapeares?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Meanwhile, Shankfang's work has expanded to take up the entire table.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">''There is not that many pieces in the gun. I would know. I built most of it for him.''

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;I suppose. Cheers.&quot;

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">... though he's not touching the plate. He's taken a sandwich out of his pack.


 * Gamal-Junayd digs in. are the guards eating their shares as well?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">whoops, not eating then

Guardsman 10:<font color="#000000">The guards are. &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 9 + 10 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 19 + 10 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Expect spam.

Guardsman 10:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 15 + 10 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 7 + 10 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Guardsman 10:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 4 + 10 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 10 + 10 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Guardsman 10:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 20 + 10 = 30&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 1 + 10 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">damnit. this'll fail then. but if guards are eating, gamal will eat as well

Guardsman 10:<font color="#000000">Whoop, there's two...

Tokens dropped onto map 'Yoriver - Temple of Pelor'Guardsman 10:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 6 + 10 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 16 + 10 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Guardsman 10:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 1 + 10 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 15 + 10 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Espada:<font color="#990000">SAMMICH! :O

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">that way it'll look like someone else, not him, attempted it

Guardsman 10:<font color="#000000">Three guards, nomming away and looking droopy.

Espada:<font color="#990000">FOX-SNATCH!

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">MY SANDWICH &gt;:O

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">* &gt;.O

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">(Fortitude Save : &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 2 + 8 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)


 * Glitch pops afk again

Espada:<font color="#990000">Got a problem with it?

Espada:<font color="#990000">TALK TO THE MASSIVE SWORD! &gt;:O

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">You're not even native to this universe.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(parting word; great. Now thay have cause to actually -investigate- our temple in the name of our own good to find the 'poisoner' -3- )

Espada:<font color="#990000">I'm an Outsider, obviously. :P

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">... how were you summoned into a Hallowed area, then?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">yeah it's a failure. I tried though

Glitch:<font color="#000000">where's that image....

Espada:<font color="#990000">I can't tell you.

Espada:<font color="#990000">Plotz, you know. :P

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">apparently the baron has 9/10 mirons worth of paranoia

Glitch:<font color="#000000">http://demotivationalblog.com/demotivational/2009/03/planning-somehow-i-dont-think-you-thought-your-cunning-plan-all-the-way-through.jpg


 * Glitch afkz for realz.

Espada:<font color="#990000">I'm a Lawful Good outsider! :3

Espada:<font color="#990000">Unlike your nasty evil ones. &gt;:E

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">You don't rise to this position in a Hextorian-dominated culture without being acutely aware of how easy people are to kill.


 * Espada noms sammich. :9

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">so yeah, gamal and a number of guards fall asleep

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">cause I doubt a 10 fort overcame one dose

Espada:<font color="#990000">HA! I WIN!

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 14 + 10 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Sleight of Hand... the red-haired fellow swipes some food from the plate into his pack, and maneuvers it around a bit to look picked at.

Espada:<font color="#990000">I can totally enter a Hallowed area! :P

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- my, this is spicy. You wouldn't happen to know where any milk is, would you, good adventurer--&quot; He trails off, looking behind him. &quot;.... chef...&quot;

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I suppose I'll have to find it myself, if there is any.&quot;

Kelsey Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;You didn't eat your vegetables.&quot;

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">&quot;... how...&quot;

Kelsey Alfarson:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm a mother, dumbass.&quot;

Ball of Light 3:<font color="#000000">&quot; Language! &quot;

Kelsey Alfarson:<font color="#000000">=w=;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">least terri isn't listening. I hope

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Shall we fade out, then? Pick up there next session? :B

Espada:<font color="#990000">You left food uneaten?! &gt;:O

Espada:<font color="#990000">HERESY!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">yeah. now I get to get yelled at by everyone for failing

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

Kenneth Sorenoc:<font color="#000000">I thought this temple was full of exorcists. PRIEST~ you have an infestation of extraterrestrial foxes.

Frisk:<font color="#000000">Fox senses... tingling...

Espada:<font color="#990000">:O

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">least ghost isn't here to drop in his

Espada:<font color="#990000">I knew I smelled another fox! :O

Espada:<font color="#990000">HI! :D


 * Glitch pops in real quick

Frisk:<font color="#000000">HI! :D

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I will say one thing, Railock

Espada:<font color="#990000">You're small~

Espada:<font color="#990000">Snuffsnuff.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">You may be a lot better at me in actually being personable and gregarious and diplomatic

RAM:<font color="#990000">That'snot saying much.

Frisk:<font color="#000000">LIES AND SLANDER -- I mean you smell like blue. :.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">but boy, you do -not- know how to play The Art Of War Information Game in a conversation. :B

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I didn't actually give up any information glitch

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">and last time we faced a vecnan, you let a lot slip

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Truth. ^^;

RAM:<font color="#990000">This is true.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">You very nearly did a few times. Let slip several little bits that a smart person could infer from.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">And I was completely unprepared for the Vecnan bit

Espada:<font color="#990000">You smell like druid! Where is your human? :.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">-and- there was everyone else around me raising voices and getting their fingers in it all.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I couldn't control the situation how I needed to.

Espada:<font color="#990000">Have you trained her well?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Every single time I tried to get myself into &quot;not give up information mode&quot;, someone ELSE did.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Which then dragged me back in to try and cover their ass. Which failed miserably

Glitch:<font color="#000000">There was just too many people to play The Information Game then.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Well, Rosario Paz is an expert. :B

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">I still say we should have shot him when we had the chance.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Really, the deck was completely stacked against us there. We were numerous, suffering from minor infighting and lack of cohesion, up against a foe who was an expert at the chosen battleground.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">He used our numbers against us.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">The key to that game was control, and none of us had an ounce of it. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Well, now you have some experience. |3

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*flips open 'Beholder's Eye Belt'* &quot;Try to teleport out of that.&quot; *shoots*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Yes, Gnogglebolt building a belt that mimics the antimagic effect of a Beholder's primary eye is on my to-do list. :B

Rosario Paz:<font color="#000000">Who's to say there's a next time? I've had more than enough of you people. =3= *BRICK'D!!!*


 * Glitch goes afk again

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I think it's safe to shut down, Rail. Good mini. :3

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">cheer!

You have disconnected.