Session 54

TMG has connected.

Ghostwish has connected.

Dr. Hatari has connected.

Liatai::O

Liatai:Stealth Doktor. :o

Faerie has connected.


 * Dr. Hatari feels crappy. T_T

Liatai:D:


 * Liatai gives chicken soup.

Dr. Hatari:Work didn't let up until 6:00. So I get home and rush to bed.. but, of course, for no good reason I wake up at 10:00. &gt;:O

Dr. Hatari:Been awake since then grumbling.

Liatai:Umph. &gt;:

Liatai:Well, we have a lynx missing in action at the moment, and Meany's said he'll be late or absent today...

Faerie:We're doing well. :B


 * Liatai pounces the Ghost!

Liatai:Ghost!

Liatai:Have you levelled Aelian yet? :3


 * Ghostwish faceplants.

Ghostwish:Leveling now. :&gt;

TMG:...wait a second...

TMG:<font color="#000000">where did the Castle map go?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">We cleared the castle.

TMG:<font color="#000000">We left off in there last session, didn't we? o.o

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So the map is gone to make room for Castleton maps. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">2nd favored enemy. UNDEAD. XP

TMG:<font color="#000000">Chronos the Timekeeper is enraged! &gt;:O

TMG:<font color="#000000">(no, just kidding. x3 )

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">It's a noble profession, A -- what's your name, crap. &gt;.&gt;;;;; Adam?

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&gt;:O!! &quot;Oh clerics! Flint just sneezed!&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">*Metal Gear alert sound!*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Good golly holly his skill points are all over the place. XD

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Well, you've gotta remember, before we met you guys we were a two-man adventuring group. We had to cover a lot of bases ourselves. :3 My skill points are just as spread-out, if not more so.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oho! Hold up!

TMG:<font color="#000000">We never found out what was it that was operating the forge!&gt;:O

TMG:<font color="#000000">Unless we are to believe it was supposed to be the mimics. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Want me to lift the screen and tell you, or let you sit on that suspense?

TMG:<font color="#000000">GRRRRRR.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I dunno. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'll tell you. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I've never been a firm believer in the dungeon as being a static environment. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">On Cuthon 15th, you took out the boss and two very strong ghouls, yes?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Free-loading neighbors used the forge I KNEW IT. &gt;:O

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What do you think the minions with any brains are going to do when the bosses are gone? XP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">(a) Throw a party, (b) pick a new boss, or (c) vacate the premises quicklike. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The ghasts at the forge chose option C.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Uhoh. So some asties -did- escape into the woods?

TMG:<font color="#000000">*nasties

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">If they were humans, I would've picked A. If they were Orks, I would've picked B. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Did you -want- Castle Osyluth to become a five-session-long dungeon? XP

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Nuuuu thank you~ =3=

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Well, for the mind of the characters IC, can it be said that after we searched the castle high and low for something smart enough to operate the forge and found none, oneof the trackers noticed some tracks leading away from the castle intot he woods? And so our party knoes to notify Blackwood to keep their watches vigilant?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I don't know,did you IC? :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">You're the one controlling all our trackers, GM. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">Unless Aelian counts as one...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No, I'm not. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You have Elros and Aelian.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">I AM the tracker, you doof. :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh, and elros. Okay, well.

TMG:<font color="#000000">did THEY notice anything?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Did they search?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt would have insisted, at least.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I could roll a search, and say Elros did. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... though I guess Flint is the zombie tracker. :B http://www.mooseheadstew.com/2011/10/12/

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Rangers are bad for macros. X_@

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Then yes, you do find evidence of undead exodus.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Just for giggles, &#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 14 + 11 = 25&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; search

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">After the tracks into the woods are pointed out by Elros, Gnogglebolt sighs. &quot;Ah, that's not good. Was hoping that wouldn't happen until -after- Pamela was executed. We'll need to tell Blackwood to tell travelers in the area to stay alert.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well. While I was planning to do express loot dividing idea at the beginning of this session, I guess Meany and Vae should be here for that. =3=

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Until then, you can all tenetively assume you've got about 10,200 gold worth of loot or currency with which to plan your purchases.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Well, you could turn in your mini-quests and get rewards for those in the meantime. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ohyeah =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">Going to officially open up the session, or waiting on that?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Also, something that -may- happen before the Pamela visit for thomas

GM:<font color="#000000">Depends. Is everyone ready?

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

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Updating macros for new favored enemy. Good to go.

GM:<font color="#000000">Oh, Ghost, which favored enemy gets the improved +2 bonus? Magical beasts, or undead?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sheet open, music going, soda in hand. Good to go!

GM:<font color="#000000">One of those two bonuses goes up by 2.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Undead. ^_^

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">OH

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Magical beasts. They were first.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Though we could skip it all if nothing of note happens, we do have to inform the local morge of Blackwood that we've cleared out Castle Osyluth, and there are a -lot- of bodies that will need a mass grave. While we did clear out the castle to the best of our knowledge, Gnogglebolt at least would inform them that some escaped into the woods. Do they want us to escort?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">TAKE THAT, UNICORNS.

TMG:<font color="#000000">er, *would they want

GM:<font color="#000000">The city guard can manage that just fine. You've earned some respite from the castle.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Righto.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, thanks. We're used to video game guards who can't move. *brick'd*

TMG:<font color="#000000">Welp, I'm ready to start at any time.


 * Helmed Guard paces three feet left, pauses, turns, paces three feet right, turns... :B

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Let's call rolls, then! Tech and Hatari, I know you're here reading. Fae? Ghost, how're the macros coming?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hello there, MGS Genome Soldier. :B

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 10 + 5 = 15&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; sense motive on the undead! Sneaky, sneaky zombie!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 18 + 14 = 32&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; spot and &#171;  &#160;1d20+14 = 10 + 14 = 24&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; listen for &quot;Braaaaaiiiins!&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+15 = 5 + 15 = 20&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Survival, to find those shuffling, scraping tracks.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">That's all for undead macros. Checking animal companion.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I'm here

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No update yet.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Ah. Half level. It wouldn't have changed.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That happens at level 3.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*6

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

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Divided too quickly. :P

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Ah, HP.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Half-die? :&gt;

GM:<font color="#000000">Right then! Let's -- oh sure, half-die. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Yaaay! 4+1+-*spittersput!* CON PENALTY!?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You need to eat more, mister.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Anyway! Last session on Akellon...

Aelian:<font color="#000000">There's a reason I'm a sniper, dear. &gt;.&gt;;


 * Tathi shoves chicken soup at him.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Tathi says you need to be bigger, Aelian.

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Oh no, he's plenty-.... *FIREBALL*

GM:<font color="#000000">-- dangit I can't write the summary snickering too much. XD


 * Faerie innocents

GM:<font color="#000000">ANYWAY!


 * Thomas Lazarus smolders. ^^;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Let's see if we can keep Liatai from ever finishing the introducition. :&gt;

GM:<font color="#000000">Last session in Akellon... Castle Osyluth Clearance Sale! All loot and pit traps half-off!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">ACHIEVEMENT GET: You're all wankers.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Nah, I don't think Aelian needs to wank. That's what he has Tathi for.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">K-chunk is now the scariest sound in the world.

GM:<font color="#000000">There were surprisingly few enemies left in the castle; it seems that many of the undead made for the woods as soon as -- *SNRK*

GM:<font color="#000000">You guys are terrible. XP


 * TMG looks up. o.o;; ?

GM:<font color="#000000">As soon as their bosses were turned out, turned into the guard, or just plain turned.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">You ever tried to cook jelly? It's not easy, let me tell you.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">And somewhere, there's a joke about &quot;fireballs&quot; but it's not coming to me.

GM:<font color="#000000">Though there were several interesting moments, including a battle with laundry... which had some -- you had to didn't you. Aelian's red-haired. XP

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Well, there you go. Fireballs.


 * Dr. Hatari noms Faerie for Punisher.

GM:<font color="#000000">Though there were several interesting moments, including a battle with laundry... which had some unforeseen consequences. Namely, it alerted your inquisitor allies to Sszeyl's little... &quot;condition.&quot;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Blackwood - Market'GM:<font color="#000000">We'll have to see how that turns out.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">I AM NOT HEARING THIS. LA LA LA LA. FAILING MY LISTEN CHECK.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 15 + 11 = 26&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; spot and &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 10 + 10 = 20&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; listen!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">SHITFUCK.

Faerie Alex:<font color="#006666">Yay, does that mean I can has EXP?

GM:<font color="#000000">In the meantime, the city guard and morgue workers are at work to -- XD

GM:<font color="#000000">You guys are wrecking the mood. XP

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Kind of a moot point anyway. Half-elf. Barely a hair down there.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">GODDAMNIT TATHI. &gt;:O

Faerie Alex:<font color="#006666">Hey, I haven't even told you where this icon comes from.

Faerie Alex:<font color="#006666">Cough.

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

GM:<font color="#000000">I give up. =3=

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">lolololololol we crashed the GM. Do we win?

GM:<font color="#000000">You're loose in Blackwood. Go to it. =3=;;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Alright. Enough with the mood-wrecking.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Aww

Faerie:<font color="#006666">:P

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">As soon as the party's back in Blackwood, Gnogglebolt steels himself for the grim discussion of informing the Blackwood morgue of what needs to be done.

TMG:<font color="#000000">and brb

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's about this time that Thomas makes his way back to the White Stag.

GM:<font color="#000000">You are free to move yourself to wherever you like in Blackwood.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh hello Ed. You're looking slightly more one-shot resistant. That's good. (Trust me. &gt;.&gt;;)

Edaric:<font color="#000000">What's that supposed to mean? &gt;.&gt;;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... How'd it go?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus holds the door open and glances back.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Well ... I'm not really sure how to answer that.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi, Lover and Dogs follow along behind, although they seem to be in their own discussion. &quot;- but a tree of sufficient size. No, a grove of the right size, we might as well go druid hunting!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But I didn't find out anything everyone else didn't already know, I suppose.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Druid.. hunting? How exactly does that work?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach, meanwhile, with probably some pestering from -someone- gives up the Hand of the Mage he'd been borrowing to put back in the main haul.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Not very well. They don't leave tracks.&quot;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">In exchange, he takes out the White Stag statue and runs over to the inn of the same name.


 * Edaric shrugs. &quot;Well, at least she didn't try to attack you or anything. Did she?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">The inquisitors seem to be having their own discussion outside.

Ghostwish whispers: Hmmm... when should I slip the prank beads Clarach's way? :&gt;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach bounds up to the bartender.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;No. That would've been rather an anticlimactic moment, I imagine.&quot;

You whisper to Ghostwish: You need to buy them first. :P

Ghostwish whispers: Anywhere in Blackwood? :&gt;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I got a present for ya!&quot;

You whisper to Ghostwish: Poke around the shops, I'm sure you can find one. ;3

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well hello there -- oh?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi glances over at the halfling.. and gets a mischievious smirk. &quot;Come. Time for a certain prankster to get his due rights.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach grandiosly reaches under his large, billowing cloak, then whips out...the small White Stag statuette, presenting it (as) high (as he can).

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hello there!&quot;


 * Kyle Talrain 's tail suddenly flicks! &quot;-- You found it! Where was it? Who had it?&quot;


 * Kyle Talrain reaches out his hands for it.

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

Valerian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hello!&quot;

Valerian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Here for more scrolls?&quot;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">* Kyle Talrain 's tail suddenly flicks! &quot;-- You found it! Where was it? Who had it?&quot; * Kyle Talrain reaches out his hands for it. Calrach: &quot;Was sitting in a box somewhere in Castle Osyluth.&quot; Calrach lets him take it. You have disconnected.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh gracious no. I was wondering if you carry a.. &quot; she smirks, &quot;.. particular item. Have you heard of, I'm not sure how to translate this to common, but prank-spheres?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">what'd I miss?


 * Kyle Talrain sets it behind the bar on the shelf reverently. &quot;It's good to see it home at last.&quot; :3

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; He looks back toward you. &quot;What of the half-elven woman? Did you happen to find her as well?&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Derp derp, I do need to level Elros :BBBB

Valerian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. Usually strung on a necklace?&quot;

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


 * Ghostwish flying kicks Faerie.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Umm...mind if I roll for HP now?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Go ahead!


 * Thomas Lazarus glances aside to Calrach. He's wearing a neutral expression.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I thought I checked and I didn't, but then I checked and I did. :x

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Quite. They look a lot like something else, but, well.. entirely different effect.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Today is supposed to be mostly roleplay and little rollplay, after all. :3

Faerie:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d8 = 3&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Less than the half-die, but it's not 1 at least.

Valerian:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm sure we have some somewhere. Do you want the standard ones, or the laughter-inducing deluxe ones?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Always happy to help!&quot; Calrach says bubbly.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">She claps happily. &quot;Laughter inducing! And could you throw in a fake, dud set as well?&quot;

Valerian:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'd be better off asking Mr. Breton or the town blacksmith for that. But as for the necklace itself... 900 gold pieces will get you six beads.&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... Did you find the woman?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Perfect.&quot; Tathi says, smirking, and pays out in gold.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which woman....oh...the one who you said stole it?&quot; Calrach winces.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;We...-think- we did.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(Unless I'm misremebering the story.)


 * Kyle Talrain 's ears droop. &quot;Say no more. I know what that means when dealing with necromancers.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(In which case ignore what Calrach just said)

TMG:<font color="#000000">(ah, okay, I got it right. Cool.)

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did you put her to rest, at least?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(wasn't she one of the three who had yet to be raised?)

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Oh, and I think I get improved two-weapon fighting.


 * Kyle Talrain doesn't know that. :B

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( I believe so. ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">...from...6th level. :B

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Liatai, no, I'm asking if -we- knew that.

Valerian:<font color="#000000">And lo do necklace and money exchange hands!

TMG:<font color="#000000">I honestly can't remember if the description of the woman who stole the stag is the same as one of the three

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Elros as suddenly swing four times. Out of nowhere, NINJA DERVISH.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I -think- it was, but I'm double-checking

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Squee! Tathi thanks the shopkeeper, and scurries to.. who the heck is Mr. Burton? XP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes, it was.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Oh. BReton. Sorry.

Mr. Breton:<font color="#000000">Breton. Just click the doors!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Le enter. That is the fashion around here. Right?

Mr. Breton:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good day to you.&quot;

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

Mr. Breton:<font color="#000000">&quot;Can I help you find something?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach dips his head. &quot;Well, fortunately in her case, her 'rest', such as it was, hadn't been interrupted yet.&quot; He pauses &quot;...It wasn't any more pleasant, though.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Liatai: So let me check that I'm reading this right. I now get another attack with my offhand weapon in addition to one on-hand and one off-hand attack, but the second offhand attack takes a -5 penalty?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Would you happen to have beads that match this style?&quot; She says, holding up the beads.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">You also should have a second attack with your primary hand.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You also get an extra attack from having over 6 base attack bonus. Everyone does, two-weapon user or not.

TMG:<font color="#000000">For having a high BaB. Rangers get full progression if I remember.

Mr. Breton:<font color="#000000">&quot;We should have some. Five copper pieces per bead, please.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">The second attack with primary hand, and you'll probably notcie a trend here, is 5 less than your first attack.


 * Kyle Talrain sighs. &quot;Such a waste... the caravan should be relieved to have her body back for proper burial, at least.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Squee! 30 copper!


 * Thomas Lazarus nods slightly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I imagine there are gloomy days ahead. A lot of remains to be identified.&quot;

Faerie whispers: What do max skill ranks track with, again? &gt;.&gt;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;(A whole lot.)&quot; He frowns.

You whisper to Faerie: Class level +3 for class skills, half of that for cross-class. So 10 for your class skills, 5 for cross-class. :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think the gnome of the party went to inform the local morgue that the castle's ready for cleaing. Many bodies that had been raised as abominations were skeletal, so no way to tell who they used to be, but some were still relatively intact. Those will probably be able to be retured to their families for a proper burial, but for the rest...&quot; Calrach rubs his wrists. &quot;A mass grave will be the only way for them.&quot;

Faerie whispers: Just making sure. Also, why do rangers have multiple attack bonuses? &gt;.&gt;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach shakes his head. &quot;But much too gloomy things to talk about!&quot;

You whisper to Faerie: Oh! You may want to ask that in the chat. :3

Faerie whispers: Here or Liatalk?

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;The necromancer is vanquished, none else will suffer at her hands, and we are still here to continue on.&quot;

You whisper to Faerie: Here, sorry.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let us toast, to continuing on!&quot;


 * Kyle Talrain nods. &quot;And that is worthy of toasting. -- Speaking of which, before we toast. There's the matter of your reward.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">So, question. Why exactly do rangers past a certain level have more than one attack bonus?

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can give you the stag's value in gold... or give you this instead.&quot; The bartender reaches down behind the bar and brings up... a wooden goblet with a blue gem on it.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Has Kyle ever seen a halfling make a 8D - face? Well, now he has. My, what turquoise eye!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">*eyes

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi and party come in through the doors.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That's for all characters, actually. It means, when you full-attack, you get an extra swing. The first being with the first number's bonus, the second with the lower second bonus, etc.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oooh. The goblet looks like more than what it seems.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Ah, I see.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So when a high level fighter full attacks, he can swing four times at progressively lower chances to hit.


 * Kyle Talrain chuckles. &quot;That's one way to put it.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What's going on here then?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">But Elros gets double that number thanks to his two-weapon fighting feats. (Atleast, double so far.)

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cole, you might as well say hello, at least.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Now, for improved two-weapon fighting, does the second swing on the offhand weapon take the lower attack bonus, with the -5 on top of that?

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Is...is it?!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Can it be? :O

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Good question. I have no idea. :B


 * VAE yawns and mroweth!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Is 'Cole'....

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Alex; oh!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh no, no it does not.

TMG:<font color="#000000">They didn't make it as simple as it could be

VAE:<font color="#000000">sory for lateness - fell asleep.

VAE:<font color="#000000">(neck pain)

Cole:<font color="#000000">The blue gem lights up with a milky white glow that seems to coalesce into a white, owl-like shape. It peers out of the gem at you and blinks.

TMG:<font color="#000000">but basically, your Imp-Two-Wep feat mirrors your regular progression

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


 * Thomas Lazarus seems surprised. :O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;H-hello.&quot; ^^;

Cole:<font color="#000000">The voice sounds like a tired male human -- you're almost sure you heard it yawn.

TMG:<font color="#000000">So your second off-hand attack is at your 'highest' bonus, but with only -5. Which, basically, is exactly like a normal progression where each new attack goes at a successive -5

TMG:<font color="#000000">SO, you have two attacks at full bonus, one main hand and one off hand.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">So I get...4 attacks, one on-hand and one off-hand with a high bab and -4 penalty, one on-hand with low bab and -4 penalty, and one off-hand with high bab and -5?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Now you have two attacks at a reduced bonus, one off hand and one main hand, both at -5

TMG:<font color="#000000">er...

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Okay, I think I understand

TMG:<font color="#000000">-5 and the -4

TMG:<font color="#000000">the -4 applies to all attacks no matter what.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Oh, so -9, and the lower BAB. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">No no!

TMG:<font color="#000000">the -9 -includes- the lower BaB.

TMG:<font color="#000000">That's where the -5 is coming from.

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cole was left here by a customer that skipped out on his tab a few years ago; I've been making use of his ability to warm and chill beverages, but there fortunately hasn't been much call for his true purpose here.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh now this is curious..&quot; Tathi comments, walking up to the cup.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach examines the cup very intently. 8O

Faerie:<font color="#006666">...I thought the -5 comes from two-weapon fighting like the -4 for the first attack that stacks with BAB.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">:B

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hello, little cup!&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">The owl-light in the gem peers around slowly. &quot;... Who are you all, then? Customers? Welcome.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi blanches. &quot;He paid his tab with a magical device!?&quot;


 * Kyle Talrain chuckles.

TMG:<font color="#000000">The lower BaB is like taking -5 to your highest BaB on your second attack

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;More like he ran out and left the cup behind.&quot; |3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Please just write his attack routine out. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">In summary.

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;He wasn't exactly keen on taking it back, either.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">You start with two attacks one off-hand and one main hand.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi covers her face with her palm. &quot;Gracias. What daft fool was this?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">The both operate at your highest BaB, bt with a -4 to both because of two-weapon penalties.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Alright, that much I get.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;... please stop staring at me...&quot; &gt;.&gt;;;; The cup yawns again.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Now you get two more attacks, one off hand and one main hand, and you tack on a -5 to both of them for a total of -9. In the main hand, this accounts for the lower BaB. In the off hand, this accounts for the description of the feat.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Makes sense, alex?

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach pokes the cup instead.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're going to make me warm an iced tea the way you're going...&quot;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Blackwood - Market'* Thomas Lazarus tomposes. =3=

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;So, what do you do, Cole?&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">One last thing. When you say total of -9, am I adding -any- BAB to that, or is it a flat -9?

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I like him already. :D &quot;


 * Cole is poked. &quot; -- Excuse me, little one -- whoa --!&quot; Clatter clatter. The goblet falls over.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Alex; for simplicity's sake, use the highest BaB score, plus str bonus and magic, -then- tack on -9

Cole:<font color="#000000">The owl has a flat look. =.=;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach quickly rights the goblet.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Alright, that I can do. :B

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, what -does- he do?&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;It would hardly be a good mystery if I told you the ending, would it?&quot; |3 &quot;He can warm and chill beverages; beyond that, you'll have to find out for yourself, if you take him along instead of the gold.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;... oh, so you're the adventurers.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;A mystery?!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll take him! :D &quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;A mysterious magic item then?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi glances over at Calrach. &quot;Now hold on. You're not the only one making a decision here.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus just smirks a little. Clearly, this person knows how to sell anything to a Halfling.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now hold on here. How do I know you're not a bunch of hooligans out to sell me?&quot; &gt;.&gt;;;;;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach looks up at Tathi like a kicked puppy. &quot;Awwwwwwww~!&quot;


 * Dr. Hatari whistles. =3=~

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;After all, you seem less a bard and more a spider monkey. Let me think for a moment..&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've been in dusty old warehouses before, it's not pleasant.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll make sure you're put to...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Whatever use it is you d, as soon as I figure it out!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I promise!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hm. Allright Calrach, you want the cup? How about we gamble for it?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gamble?&quot; Calrach scrunches his nose.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;It?&quot; =.=

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi smirks. &quot;Edaric! Come over here.&quot; She says, then glances at Cole. &quot;Sorry, I can't tell if you have a spellwoven gender.&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;You are a cup, Cole.&quot; |3

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;... fair enough.&quot; The male-sounding voice yawns, and the owl-image yawns as well.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Huh? Me?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Awww, she didn't mean it!&quot; Calrach pulls the cup a little closer to himself, protectively, then looks back to Tathi. 'I thought you meant that we'd haveto ask the rest of the group if they want the money or him as reward for giving back the white stag.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I guess I am a tagalong, so I'll have to abide by what they say.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Carach, during our adventure, I saw you scramble up walls, belch acid, and pretty much act like a rogue. I wonder how much of a bard you really are. So, I propose you take on Edaric in a juggling competition.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">*calrach

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whoa hold on now -- &quot; &gt;.&gt;;;;;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You do juggle, don't you?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">That's not my Perform skill! *brick'd*

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian smirks at Edaric. &quot;Chicken?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Nnnnnnot really.&quot; ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We have plenty of money from the Lady's ill-gotten gains. If you'd like a friendly cup, we certainly wouldn't mind.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not my forte, but somewhat. And now, hang on.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;You want to know if I'm 'really' a bard?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach starts grinning....

Calrach:<font color="#000000">very, very widely.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Want a proper demonstration?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You can stow whatever mad plans you have. I've witnessed bard stand offs before, and I rather like the ones involving dexterity.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Meanwhile, Gnogglebolt ambles in the back, looking rather dejected and out-of-sorts.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then you'll want Ael for dexterity.&quot; ^^;


 * Edaric nods to Elros and Gnogglebolt.

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Cats are totally welcome in bars, right? 0:3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I'm sure you're not anywhere near an elven bard's level, but we'll see.&quot; She says, producing two handfuls of beads. &quot;It's so very easy to juggle heavy things. Even I can do it. But can you keep six small, light things in an array?&quot;

Ezer:<font color="#006666">...oh wait, I level too. :o

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Woof. :&gt;

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


 * Thomas Lazarus just shakes his head a little. He was part of Tathi's last gambling sortie. =w=;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway. EVen if the rest of the Guardians decide they want money instead of the cup, I'll just buy him with my share....&quot; Calrach looks at the beads.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He looks aside to Miron. &quot;Well, brother. Did you come all the way out here alone?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Small, light things?&quot;

Ezer:<font color="#006666">...what's the hd of a cat? o3o;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach holds out a hand, palm up. It's empty. he turns it over. He then turns his hand back up.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">There's a small coin in his palm.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can do small things. &gt;:3 &quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Rogue.&quot; Tathi comments casually.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Probably 1d8. I think most creature hit dies are. I'll check.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">And then she smirks. &quot;Shall we? Should be a show for the tavern, I think.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Yep, it's a d8.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">(And by now, Barbarus' ears are probably on FIRE)

VAE:<font color="#000000">what map, even?

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmph. So, you want me and Edaric to juggle these six little beads?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Easy-peasy.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We're chilling in the tavern trying to get our quest reward. :B

Ezer:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 7 + 1 = 8&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach snatches up a cluster of beads at random.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;For as long, and as fast as you can. I believe that's the rules. I saw this wood elf and wild elf go at it with about twenty of these. Let's see how you all do.&quot;

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Okay, wtf. I only have two fewer hp than Elros. :[

Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( I completely forget who wanted us to kill the Allip. =3; ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">Alone.. if you don't count the bit of forced transport by the bloody bird corpse...

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi hands Edaric six of the beads. &quot;Good luck there, Edaric. Try not to put an eye out.&quot;

Ezer:<font color="#006666">I is invincible cat. o3o

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi takes a seat nearby, intent on watching.

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach bombastically gets up to stand on one of the barstools.


 * Edaric whispers to Tathi, &quot;Tathi, throw me a bone here.&quot; ^^;;;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well. Atleast that's over and done with. I'm rather looking forward to getting back to the hostel, now.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It'll be kind of fun rubbing Anise's face in it.&quot; |3


 * Edaric glances over to the barmaid he'd been talking to and back to Tathi. &quot;I can't juggle woth beans.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">And he just starts juggling, without even asking if Edaric's ready yet. Slieght of Hand for small-onbject juggling! &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 3 + 8 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh come. It's just for fun.&quot; She chides. &quot;Give it a go! Aren't bards always adventurers at heart?&quot;

Tathi whispers: You want to describe it or me? :P

You whisper to Ghostwish: You go ahead. :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nng!&quot; Calrah seemed much to over-exicted, and one of the beads goes flying...

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros thinks Calrach ought to be more careful. &gt;.&gt;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're not the one with -- fine...&quot; &gt;.&gt;;;;;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Calrach does well, but the moment the beads get airborne.. BOOM. FRRRRRT. FAAARRRRT. BRAAAAPPP. And Calrach is now in the middle of a cloud of stinky, gas.. and he needs to make a will save to -stop laughing-.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Sleight of Hand check...

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Will save!--...

Edaric:<font color="#000000">CRITICAL EMBARASSMENT. =3=;;;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Ah, heck with it. Intentionally fail. x3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi made a natural 1 apparently. She's in stitches.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach goes clattering to the ground, rolling around, laughing uncontrollably.

Elros:<font color="#006666">...you people, I swear.

Emily:<font color="#000000">As did the barmaid, who's giggling. Edaric is chasing beads all over the tavern. D:

VAE:<font color="#000000">. . . isn't Calrach tech's ?

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

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;He he he he! You can-&quot; She chokes out between laughs, &quot;- have the cup. That'll serve you for - ha ha ha- spiking my skin!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt can't help but watch the shennanigans and cover his face with a hand. He's shaking slightly, however, trying to hide chuckling.

TMG:<font color="#000000">....I thought that never happened? :/

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Never leaving this corner. D:

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">''Poor Ed. ^^;''

TMG:<font color="#000000">I mean, if nothing happened, how would Tathi even know?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">ehhh.. I'm getting retcon lag. I can't keep track of what is retcon what isn't.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It wasn't retconned.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just roll wiff it. =w=

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hey, you're the one who refused to play along with it point-blank. I figured that meant it never happened. :/

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;... is this really the company you want me to keep, Kyle?&quot; &gt;.&gt;;;;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">She finally sits up straight. &quot;Curious? More than a few human nobles have tried to slip me that potion. You get to recognize it after a bit.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach is, of course, still laughing.

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;It'll do you some good.&quot; |3 &quot;You'll get dusty back here sitting on a shelf.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">However, he does manage to shakily point a finger at Tathi.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gonna....get you...&quot; He says in between convulsions of laughter.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">^^;;;;

TMG:<font color="#000000">How long does the laughter last?

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Mkay, Calrach is getting it together by now.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">She smirks broadly. &quot;Oh, I'll wait for it. You have been a victim of prank-beads this day, Sir Calrach! And the elves have a lot of time to come up with long-winded pranks while frolicking amoung the trees.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Material Component Tiny tarts that are thrown at the target and a feather that is waved in the air. &quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros wonders if minimum safe distance is going to be a consideration here.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Most delicious spell components ever!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He unsteadily gets to his feet. 'Whoo. I feel lightheaded. Why's the room spinning?&quot; He stumbles about.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:9

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Thwump. On the ground again.

Jack:<font color="#000000">Oh, look, Ezer, here comes a dog. =3=

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Medicine.&quot; She says, smirking.

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">DOG! :O

Jack:<font color="#000000">PUPS! :O


 * Thomas Lazarus helps Calrach into his seat. He slides Cole over on the banister. |3

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

Jack:<font color="#000000">-- Oop, oooooone moment. Gotta deliver the mail. :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach clambers back up onto the barstool, and gets his bearings.

Jack:<font color="#000000">Hi, gnome! :D

Miron:<font color="#000000">Ergh!

Ezer:<font color="#006666">... :[

Miron:<font color="#000000">W..whose dog are you

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">Oh! Do you want to play with the gnome!?


 * Jack wags his tail, expecting petting. :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...So, that was just to mess with me. Alright. but, back to the subject of little Cole here.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's a shame Meany isn't here. Remind me to tell him I found a good EA theme. :O

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">He's fun to play with!

Ezer:<font color="#006666">You stay away from me, mangy member of the canine faamily.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Why is he hypnotising me?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also, afk 2 shakes.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt leans back and looks over, grinning as Miron is beset by canines again. He really sets himself up for it...

Miron:<font color="#000000">*carefully steps back*

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay...are all members of the Vigilant Guardians here?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;We missing anyone?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">''What order. Wild beasts running around the pub unrestrained ''


 * Thomas Lazarus intervenes. =w=

Miron:<font color="#000000">''If it was Smoke at least.. ''

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Jack is ruffled.

Jack:<font color="#000000">The dog is wearing a harness bearing several envelopes and packages. :3

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

Jack:<font color="#000000">The tail starts waving faster. :D

TMG:<font color="#000000">Maildog!

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


 * Thomas Lazarus examines. &quot;Are you here on business?&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">Hey! Hey gnome!

Jack:<font color="#000000">Wuff!

TMG:<font color="#000000">WHat do other dogs do when he comes walking up to the mailbox? -3-

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Play with us!

Jack:<font color="#000000">But petting come first. |3

TMG:<font color="#000000">Heck, what do other mail-men- do when they see him?

TMG:<font color="#000000">SOMETHING SEEMS WRONG HERE.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Ummm

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">The mailmen bark at him when he shows up at the post office. And the great cycle goes on...

VAE:<font color="#000000">DC to climb the bar bult?

VAE:<font color="#000000">there, i mean

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

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come on, Jack. Got the orders?&quot; :3

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Pre-nomming VAE just for that idea. :P

Liatai:<font color="#000000">5. Easy. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">WATCH A 1.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Untrained check

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


 * Jack leaps over the bar with ease.


 * Thomas Lazarus sweatdrops at Miron's extraordinary bad luck with animals. ^^;

Miron:<font color="#000000">THe gnome jump-climbs the bar pult.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Now, that looks better.

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Ooo! Ooo! He's like a squirrel!

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">Get him! Get him!

Jack:<font color="#000000">Squirrel? :O

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


 * Kyle Talrain chuckles. &quot;Not a fan of dogs, sir?&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">Who would be a fan? They are huge ,horrid, salivating beasts.


 * Kyle Talrain hooks a hand under Jack's harness to keep him in place.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Besides, their firespewing cousin almost killed me.

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Uh oh Miron. Tavia is coming up after you.


 * Thomas Lazarus mumbles a clarification, &quot;Hellhounds. Inquisitor business.&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">*Tries walking on the pult to get away from them*

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Boing! Play!

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">Hop! Play with us!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=w=;;;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">So a gnome and two dogs are on the bartable.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Jump &#171; &#160;1d20 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; to step down.

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

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ahp!&quot; The bartender raps out an admonishment and snaps his fingers at the dogs. &quot;Down.&quot; &#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 10 + 14 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Handle Animal.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Reflex. &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 9 + 3 = 12&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; =3=

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">Weeee! *CRASH*

Miron:<font color="#000000">Argh!


 * Thomas Lazarus grabs thin air. Sorry Miron. :B

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Get off me you shtuffith... bletch pff!

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whose dogs are those?&quot;

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

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Hi! Your face tastes funny!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi and Aelian poker face.

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

Meany:<font color="#B22222">Yo.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Two elven hound pups. Do you really have to ask?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#B22222">Map, and place? :o

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not even Jack is allowed on the bar. I'll let it slide this time, but consider it your warning, you two.&quot;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We have been shenaniganing.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sszeyl is in the far corner, but not too much of any significance has occurred.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Imma be away, updating macros.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You can slip in at your leisure.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach has out a piece of paper and is writing in it. &quot;Vigiliant Guardians dwarf beset by canines! It's a scene of tragic face-licking, oh, the horror!&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Sorry, they're a bit wild.. but at least they're not full grown.. Probably would have just knocked the bar over.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*haz mouth full of fur*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_scbziJUEog

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Totally E.A. flavored theme music. =w=

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Amadre! Tavia! Get off of him you sillies!&quot;


 * Edaric had been hesitantly talking to the barmaid who came over... only to facepalm. I don't know them... =w=;;;;

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

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Wuff.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*gets up, spitting*

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach gives scritches as they pass by him.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Fuck you and the horse you came on! And yer bloody killer dogs!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I really really want this goblet here. Are all the vigilant guardians present?&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">*wipes himself off*

Elros:<font color="#006666">I had no idea you were into that, Miron.

Elros:<font color="#006666">COugh

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cuz I want you guys to decide if we take him or not. :U &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There, there.&quot; =w=

Miron:<font color="#000000">Why, Tom? Why do they always go for me?

Miron:<font color="#000000">As if the bloody creatures knew somehow!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Probably height, i guess.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think it's a dog thing.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, looks like we've got most of the group here, Calrach. The Vigilant Guardians, anyway, don't know where Flint and Cadamon went.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alrighty!&quot; Calrach stands on the barstool again to get what little height he can, and scoops up the goblet and holds it high. &quot;VIgilant Guardains!&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Forgotten again. =3=;;;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mhmm?&quot; He looks up calmly.

Miron:<font color="#000000">''I wish i was six feet like Tom... bloody dogs would leave me alone ''

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Uhm -- excuse me -- please put me down?&quot; D:

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well, I do still have Enlarge prepared in my domain slot... :B *brick'd*

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Since we have returned the famed White Stage to it's proper home, we've been offered a gracious reward by the owner! The White Stag's value in plain, ordinary gold, or this fascinating, mysterious TALKING goblet!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Talking goblet?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Totally not biased in that description..&quot; Tathi says with a smirk.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*suspicious inquisitor is suspicious*


 * Thomas Lazarus rolls his eyes and smiles.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">What a surprise!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;If I have to, I'll pay for him out of my share of the gains we acquired from the Castle. But I really really want him.&quot; Calrach holds the goblet close.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Hello.&quot; The goblet sounds embarrased. =w=;;;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Calrach.. better be wary.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I shall call him Cuppy and he shall be mine and he shall be my Cuppy.&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">I have heard of such things manipulating their owners towards their own goals.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Excuse me, my name is Cole, not Cuppy.&quot; =w=;;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">If anything, you should have my brothers at the Leaden Mace check what makes it talk.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Please put me down?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Mkay.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, Cole. then.&quot; And Calrch finally puts the goblet back on the table, and sits down himself.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I suppose that is worth asking, isn't it?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...dare I ask -why- the goblet is talking?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Doktor, do you have the loot slice I should have?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mr. Cole? Are you ... the cup? Or a magical awareness anchored to the cup?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros looks...mildly surprised that an inanimate object would be capaible of speech.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's a difficult question to answer.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The last thing I want is having it posses or enthrall someone.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;I would never!&quot; The cup sounds insulted.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sure. Sszeyl should expect 10,218.9gp, in either raw gold or items value. Whenever we actually do loot.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt rubs his chin. &quot;Eh, I don't suppose I care much for it mysef\lf, but if you want it that bad and you're willing to pay out for it, I see no problem.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Like I believe you.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Afk again, pizza.

Miron:<font color="#000000">We had cases like this, back before I moved into Castleton even.

TMG:<font color="#000000">We're gonna need another mini-session dedicated entirely to lootsplitting at this point. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Or. ))

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;I make it a point to speak the truth as often as possible.&quot; &gt;8|

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( How about this. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( We do it off-screen. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( =3= ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">That;s the same thing, meany. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( I mean, we don't do it at all. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Las time wasn't necessarily IC

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( We just say we did. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">but we -did- need everyone

Miron:<font color="#000000">Bunch of people cutting their own veins to fill a possessed receptacle with blood in some odd attempt for whatever was closed in there to break free.

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( and leave it at that. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">and it was big enough it practically counted as a minisession

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;If it is such an issue, I can inspect the cup to discern its magical properties.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Must you?&quot; ^^;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I'd reccomend doing so, Tathi.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aww, Tathi! You heard him, it's supposed to be a mystery!&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm rather shy...&quot; ^^;;;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Besides, I'm the one who wants him. If anything goes wrong, it's all on me.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I'll be sure to publisize my findings to the world in the most embarassing fashion then.&quot; She says with a playful smirk.

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( My vote is we not waste a minisession day on -loot- and just have it done once we get to Castleton. &quot;Oh hey, I just ran and liquidated all this loot, here's your cut. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Like that. :B ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">It's not that simple, unfortunately.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't even know who you people are aside from adventurers.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Aside from the raw goldables, there's a bunch of potentially useful items that the characters need to decide if they want or not, then make up the difference to everyone else.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Remember?

Miron:<font color="#000000">I am Inquisitor Miron Steelsprocket of the Leaden Mace Society.

Meany:<font color="#B22222">Nope. =3=


 * Kyle Talrain is reading his mail.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">(Documentary narrator voice) And now, we arrive at that point that happens every session, where the players spend half an hour debating something ooc. (/voice)

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I shall introduce you then!&quot; Calrach sweeps Cole off the table again into his hand.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pleasure to meet you, sir -- oh?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">And i'm afraid we *will* have to examine you, whoever makes the cup talk.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach holds up the cup to Tathi. &quot;This group is the Vigilant Guardians, a new and upcoming troupe of adventurers! Here we have Tathi, an elvish wizard with a penchant for setting things on fire!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Amoung other things.&quot; Tathi comments.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And next to her we have her boytoy and bed-thrall, Aelian! Halfelf ranger, and fine with a bow!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I've devised a new method to our looting, tech, that should take about 2 minutes tops. I already counted out the value and determined what everyone's share is worth.

Cole:<font color="#000000">All players now have ownership of Cole to move around.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">They can 'buy' any item from the loot out of their share and absorb the impact of the sales difference personally. No adjustments for the others needed.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Should help things.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nice to meet you both.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;How.. how am I bedthrall first and ranger second!?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach moves onto Sszeyl. &quot;Sszeyl! A drow with fists of fury and a mysterious past!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Complaining?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#B22222">Doktor, if I weren't so terribly insane, I could kiss you. =3=

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;My word. Hello.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;.. no.&quot; ^_^;;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gnogglebolt! A gnome who likes to build silly contraptions!&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Tathi, hold your hands still. I'm trying to paint.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Elros! Another half-elf stalker of the woods, a whirling dervish with his swords! Very quiet, too.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&#171; &#160;1d20+8+mod = 10 + 8 + 0 = 18&#160; <font color="#B22222">&#187; Craft (painting) check!


 * Dr. Hatari noms puzza :9

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Well, thank you.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nice to meet you.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros is totally going for the Coolidge Memorial Award. :U

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas! A Priest of Pelor! With his heavy armor and divine might, he's the one who takes all the team's hits!&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;A pleasure.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">A fun thing. Our Machine Design lecturer's name is Dr. Cole. Now am imagining the cup with his voice.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Edaric! A bard like myself, he helps the Vigilant Guardians here and there!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Likewise.&quot; ^^; He still seems uncertain whether he is talking to a spirit, or an advanced cup.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hi -- can't say I've ever met a... cup before.&quot; ^^;

Sszeyl whispers: Has the Cadamon conference happened yet? |.

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And over here we have some dwarf who has an unusualy persistent run of bad luck concerning canines.&quot;

You whisper to Meany: Nope.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">What the

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;I must admit, it is a tad...odd to be talking to a cup.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I am not a dwarf any more than you are a human with a glandular condition.

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

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I take it you are the team jester, sir halfling?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And me!&quot; Calrach makes full circle back to his seat at the bar, and sets COle back down on the table. &quot;Your future owner, one way or another!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Now Miron, just because you were born a Gnome, doesn't mean that with some potent Wizardry, you couldn't someday fufill your dream of being a Dwarf.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What an introduction. I'll have to remember that line.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Yes. I guess you are speaking from experience.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;And your name?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">After all, your dream of being an utter asshole was clearly fulfilled.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Bubblebutt!&quot; Tathi calls.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;His name is Bubblebutt!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">|B

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Kyle do I have to go with these people?&quot; ^^;;;;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach then looks away and rubs his chin. &quot;Although 'owner' maybe isn't the right word...I'd much like you as a friend. I also can't wait to figure out your mystery! And..oh, hmm? Oho, right.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">^^; &quot;Cadamon would be scolding you by now, were he here.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm Calrach Lightweave.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&#171; &#160;1d20+8+mod = 20 + 8 + 0 = 28&#160; <font color="#B22222">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Speaking of which. We should probably report to him before long, brother.&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not if you don't want to.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Critical painting!

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;... well, I suppose one round of drinks won't hurt, at least.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Suddenly, Calrach does a complete about-face.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He sits down fully and properly in his seat, sists straight up, and puts his hands together on the table in a polite and proper way, looking at Cole.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">*sits

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Wow, where did all that energy go? he looks like a perfectly ordinary and non-excited patron.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Sir, are you all right?&quot; &gt;.&gt;;


 * Cole sounds unnerved.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Do we have to split loot and XP with the cup now, too? =3=


 * Thomas Lazarus is bricked.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Okay.. what the hell is happening./

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, Kyle just said that you don't have to leave if you don't want to. So, I'm trying to act in a way that doesn't make you not want to.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Tathi has a canvas handed to her. Of a portrait of herself, hands up above her head, weaving magics, while red energy surrounds her, then bursts into flames all about, while Kor brandishes a knife and fork threateningly from atop her head. In the corner is a little arrow with the shaft made of a silk ribbon, and on the back is the title of the piece. 'Goddess of Fire.'

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;I'm doing one for everyone, here's yours.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Although, if you don't come with us, you'll probably be put underneath the counter and be stored away for who knows how long...&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mr. Talrain makes sure I see use every now and then...&quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. This order reminds me. Have you seen Jerrash about the black spectre yet?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi looks at her painting, and her gaze goes wiiiiide. And she covers her mouth as she giggles. &quot;Oh goodness, Sszeyl! This is incredible and hilarious at the same time! Kor, wake up and look at this!&quot;

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">Snnnooo- huh? What? What are you going - =O_O=

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;You don't sound like it's enough.&quot; Calrach smirks knowingly. &quot;I'll make sure you get properly used with us. And think of all the new things you'll see! You won't have to keep staring at a dusty wood cubbord all day.&quot;

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">WHAT THE HELL.

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">WHAT THE GODDAMN CHEESY HELL.

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

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">Who did this plagerism of my noble spirit!?

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Yo.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Huh. I don't think he likes it.&quot; Tathi says at the poofed up black fluff of fur.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach looks up at Kyle. &quot;Hmm? Ohhh, yes, that, almost forgot about that...&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Weird, I think it suits him well.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian leans over, quirks an eyebrow, and then smirks. He leans in close and whispers to Sszeyl. &quot;How much for a nude portrait, minus the rat?&quot;

Ezer:<font color="#006666">No, Kor is right. He doesn't eat cheese with a knife and fork. He just dives right into it.

Ezer:<font color="#006666">o3o

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Perhaps a round of drinks before the final decision is made. What would your pleasure be, Mr. Lightweave?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Aelian!&quot; Tathi exclaims, whapping him on the back of the head. Ooo, she's almost as red as her spells!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm?&quot; Calrach looks down at COle. &quot;Ahh, okay. Hmm. Got any western halfling firebrandy?&quot;

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Well, I'm always nude. Would a portrait of me count? o3o

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Exotic tastes. We have a few bottles; seven silver a glass.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Excellent!&quot; Calrach slides eight silver coins over the counter.


 * Thomas Lazarus intervenes. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We haven't. Who is Mr. Jerrash, again?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Point to consider: Before clever drawing techniques, like perspective were invented, all of the world's porn utterly sucked.

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">the knowledge made him drop

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">The more you know! *rainbow*

Faerie:<font color="#006666">But you know that some one, somewhere, must have a fetish for porn from that era.


 * Kyle Talrain expertly pours a glass into the goblet. &quot;He'd be the owner of Spirit Stables in town here. Take a right when you walk out the door, go past the fountain, and it's the first door on the left. You'll see the horses.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Because it exists. Ergo, there is a fetish for it.

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

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cold or warm, sir?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, I'll go take care of informing Mr. Jerrash.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Thank you, sir.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus stands. &quot;I'll go with you.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm feeling restless all of a sudden.&quot;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nice and warm, if you please.&quot; Calrach says to the goblet.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros wonders if he ought to go to. Because the alternative seems to be where ever tathi and Aelian are... &gt;.&gt;;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( The VBL is weird near the door. o3o ))

Cole:<font color="#000000">The gem glitters a little, and a little steam starts to rise from the top of the goblet. &quot;Here you are.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Hope you don't mind if I join you. I was doing naught else.&quot;

You whisper to TMG: Have Calrach roll a Will save when he takes a drink.


 * Thomas Lazarus waves it off. No problem.

Halfling Merchant:<font color="#000000">&quot;Care for some soup, gentlemen?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach takes the goblet in hand and drinks heartily.


 * Thomas Lazarus stares at the Brixashulties. He's never seen such a beast before. :o

Halfling Merchant:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or perhaps some goods from across the kingdom and beyond?&quot; :3

Calrach whispers: will save: &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 14 + 5 = 19&#160;&#187;

Alert Brixashulty:<font color="#000000">The goatlike creature nickers and keeps grazing.

You whisper to TMG: Darn. Success. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm?&quot; Gnogglebolt looks over to the halflings. &quot;Oh, we're just here to talk to someone. Mmm...I'll take a look when I'm done there, sure.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods. :3

Halfling Merchant:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay!&quot; ^^

TMG whispers: weeee-ll, didn't we talk about how the imbiber gets penalties if they're fooled into drinking it, a custom thing?

TMG whispers: and heck, I'll say I intentionally failed, again

You whisper to TMG: He did. The DC was 17, boosted. ^^;

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

TMG whispers: ahh. Well, intentionally failed, then.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh, welcome back, meany. Last line you saw?

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, what did you say your name was, again?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#B22222">Thomas Lazarus: &quot;We haven't. Who is Mr. Jerrash, again?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach downs half of the firebrandy, and sets Cole back down, wiping his mouth. &quot;Aaaaah. Love that sizzle.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm? Oh, Calrach Lightweave.&quot;

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">A gnoll looks up from a ledger at you as you enter. &quot;Welcome. Are you here to board your animals, or perhaps rent some?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Neither, actually. We bring tidings.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus folds his hands into his robe sleeves and offers a curt nod. He's content to stand aside.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're the group that cleared out Castle Osyluth. You're the one who wanted to know if the black spectre was vanquished, right?&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;What brought you to Blackwood?&quot;

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">The gnoll puts aside his quill and looks very serious for a moment. &quot;... So. You're the ones.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach shrugs &quot;Oh, just tagging along with the Vigilant Guardians here. Chronicle-ing their story and everything. New group, wanted to be the first to write about them.&quot;

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">&quot;... you look very different from how I thought you would.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros thinks that looks a bit more like a dog than a gnoll, but doesn't say anything.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&#171; &#160;1d20+8+mod = 9 + 8 + 0 = 17&#160; <font color="#B22222">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is the deed done?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The deed is done, yes. The black spirit, and everything else in the castle for that matter, was returned to rest.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;I see... would you care to share this story with me? I have all the time in the world.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, not much to tell, actually, this is the first romp I've been with them on. Well, unless you count that breif stint in the sewers back at Castleton where we took down a Chuul aberration...&quot;

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

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">The gnoll sighs. &quot;At long last... my former master will find his proper rest. You saw what that seductress did to him?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus simply nods.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Calrach sags ever so slightly. &quot;Yeah. We did.&quot;

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">&quot;He was a noble man; you've done a great deed.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;By the way. Since the castle is cleared out, and there's a lot of valuable things left behind even with us taking the things the witch hoarded...we heard rumors that there was a living heir?&quot;

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's one other person who would like to know Lord Lundy's fate here...&quot; The gnoll pauses. &quot;Please close the door.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus glances aside and reaches over. He does so.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt turns and nods to Thomas

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Stay out, you.


 * Teeny Rin raspberries.

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">&quot;Understand. If he had revealed himself openly, the lady would have spared no expense or trouble to bring him into her thrall.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Meany; are you here?

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Yes? ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">did anyone send you a log of what you missed, yet?

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Nope. ))


 * Cole listens to Calrach's story patiently.

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( And it doesn't look interesting enough to warrant one. =3= ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">What was the last line you saw before your disconnect?

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Nah. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">..... :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">Alright then...

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

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'd like your oath to keep this confidential until we're certain the witch is dead.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus reflects momentarily on some things he heard said in the past few hours. &quot;...&quot;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach looks at the goblet quizzically. &quot;Well, not counting the Chuul, since it wasn't what I was hired for, they approached me to aid them for their attack on Pamela. I agreed, and so we headed out here to Blackwood. After getting some information and resting, we set out to the Castle. And...well...&quot;

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">So no reaction to Aelian's little joke? :&gt;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;We saw a lot of horrible, horrible things there. If you don't mind, I'd rather not retell most of them. But we did get Pamela! I helped with that. I'm a good illusionist, and I conjured the illusion that I summoned a great big ghostly angel of vengnce on here...not to -attack-, but to make sure she didn't run a direction we didn't want her to. It worked pretty well, actually.&quot;

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll call him in. I'm sorry we don't have many chairs.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You have my word.&quot; (delayed)


 * Thomas Lazarus looks pensive. He watches the door the Gnoll left through for a while.

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">You hear the gnoll bark outside; &quot;Michael! Some people here to see you!&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=go43XeW6Wg4&amp;feature=related Liatai

Human Stablehand:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll be there in a few moments!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Related to Liatai? How interesting. |B

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah, thought she'd like. Someone linked it in on site 19

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( What joke? |. ))

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

Human Stablehand:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's up?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So...you're the heir to Castle Osyluth, I presume?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'll be happy to know it's been cleaned. Everything in it put to rest...including the spirit of Lord Lundy.&quot;

Human Stablehand:<font color="#000000">&quot;What? I'm sorry, you must have the wrong man. I'm just a stablehand.&quot; Someone didn't train his Bluff skill very high. &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 13 + 3 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sir. It's all right. Listen to what the gnome is saying.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pamela's in the Blackwood jail awaiting execution.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus offers a nod.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Currently, the morgue workers are getting the bodies out of the castle....but it will be some time before it's livable again. If ever.&quot;

Human Stablehand:<font color="#000000">The young man pales, and swallows before answering hoarsely; &quot; ... so you were there, huh. ... Is it true? Has Dad really -- finally -- gotten his rest?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The things that happened in there...it just never goes away. But for what it's worth, the castle is yours again.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt nods. &quot;Yes. We were there. We were the ones who cleaned it. Your father haunts the halls no more.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Oh, that. |B

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Yeah, no reaction.


 * Thomas Lazarus offers another solemn nod.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Aelian, unless you have a major wondrous items stored somewhere, I'm not going to invite Tathi to burn me to death.&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;That cursed place can go back to the crown for all I care,&quot; the young man says vehemently. &quot;But that's... that means more than you know. I tried to go in there many times, myself... to set things right... but...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;That's your job. |B&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Quite clever. So where are you from, Mr. Lightweave?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You needed worry over the souls trapped there any longer, sir. The Leaden Mace and our Vigilant Guardian friends have seen to it.&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;All of them?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;All of them that we encountered. There may be some ghouls ranging in the wilderness yet, but the castle is clear.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;From the northwest, mostly to the west. Cute little halfling village.&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;And you don't need to call me sir, my name's Michael.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&#171; &#160;1d20+8+mod = 9 + 8 + 0 = 17&#160; <font color="#B22222">&#187; Craft (painting) check!


 * Thomas Lazarus bows slightly.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">And Aelian's painting is done, too. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh yes, it seems a few of the accursed abominations escaped into the woods, but we've informed the Blackwood authorities of it, and they'll warn travellers.

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Believe me, I'd love nothing more than to get rid of all those titles and castles.&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot; -- Which way did they go into the woods?&quot; Uh-oh. *_*

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Aelian is given a canvas with him blowing smoke off his fingertips, as leaves fall around him; each and every one impaled with an arrow, and around his bowstring is wrapped an arrow with a shaft made of a silk ribbon. On the back is the title: 'The Freeshooter.'

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are some tracks. There weren't many, maybe two or three. We have some trackers with us, but I don't know if they're good enough for that.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Does it particularly matter? They could always have gone around in another direction after they left.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...though, if you really want us to, we can try. What do you think, Elros?&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;True enough -- but that's even worse! No, no, don't worry yourself. I'll get 'em.&quot; *_* &quot;It's the least I can do.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I understand that you've a special interest in putting the last of those souls to rest, Michael.&quot; He grows slightly stern.

Jerrash:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'll do no such thing.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;I can track them if we wish to take care of them ourselves. But the fresher the tracks, the better.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..But do not hunt Ghouls alone. Not ever.&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why not?&quot; Curiously, to Thomas.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;If we ought to, we should be going as soon as we can conclude our business in town.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian's eyebrows shoot up as he examines his painting. &quot;Wow. I mean, thanks! This is so good..&quot;\

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Now how about a nude one?&quot; Tathi says with a smirk.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Right then. Vigilant Guardians, I think we've some unfinished business. What do you think Thomas, Elros?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You'll become one.&quot; He remarks evenly. &quot;..They can render you helpless with a touch. Not even Aureate Knights can afford to be alone when they engage a Ghoul. One slip can be the end of that duel.&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, you've done enough. More than enough.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So banish any thoughts of it from your mind post-haste.&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then I'll ask some members of the Palm to come help!&quot; *_*


 * Thomas Lazarus doesn't protest to that. He simply falls quiet.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;If you insist, Michael, perhaps you would wish to accompany us? But, there is strength in numbers.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Out of canvases, for now, the Drow stands.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt nods o Thomas, and wags a finger at Michael. &quot;If we go out to take care of them, you may accompany us. Or, indeed, if you can convince a squad of Aurate Palmers of it, you can accompany them. But listen to Thomas.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;In fact, I rather want to indeed go out there myself, if the other Guardians are okay with it, just to make sure you don't do anything foolish.

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... listen, I don't think I could live with myself if I just let some adventurers clean up the messes left behind in what used to be my home. I'll ask the Palm.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Miron, as hard for you to do something polite, inform your Lieutenant Commander that I will be at the tailor if he wishes to converse before nightfall.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">as hard as it is*

Miron:<font color="#000000">I shall. You can sod off in peace.


 * Thomas Lazarus nods slightly to Gnogglebolt.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt stands straight, for what it's worth given his height, and puts his hands on his hips.

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Look, we've already taken the hard part of the job. We may as well finish what we started.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What happened there was not your fault, 'sir'. It may have been your home, but what happened would have happened whether you knew about it or not.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pamela was insidious, and powerful&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;One of our own almost died the first time we engaged her, and his job was hunting people like her.&quot;


 * VAE first misread that as insipid and powerful


 * Thomas Lazarus speaks softly aside to Gnogglebold when a break in his dialogue emerges. &quot;In this specific case.. I actually think we should let Blackwood take care of its own. Not to sound unsympathetic. But those beasts could be anywhere within a hundred miles of here, by now. It could be weeks.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;''So don't get any silly ideas of of a mess you need to clean up. It was a terrible thing, but don't get all stuffed in the head about it.&quot;''

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So don't get any silly ideas of of a mess you need to clean up. It was a terrible thing, but don't get all stuffed in the head about it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Hello again, Madame Guard.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Could you point me to the Tailor, please?&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;The... Pelorite? Is right. We can handle things here now, and it's easier to track creatures in a small group -- excuse me?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron approaches Calrach. &quot;Mind me looking at the cup for a moment?&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was my father's mistake, my family's mistake, and since he can't fix it anymore, someone has to.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And we did. And the only reason we did was because we had the numbers and the power for it. You are just one person, sir. It is not your burden alone, even if it was your father's mistake.&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Listen. You've done enough already. You took out Pamela and most of her servants; that's more than anyone's been able to do so far. You don't need to keep sticking your necks out for our sake. Besides, I'm sure the Guardians have business back in Castleton. I've heard stories about your group.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I know nobles are big on succession and inherritance of everything, good or bad, but this time, just to let it cloud your head.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*don't let it cloud your head


 * Thomas Lazarus speaks softly, &quot;Easy now, friends.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's just a couple smithing ghasts we're talking about. The deed is done. Let's let tensions falter.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh?&quot; Calrach looks over at Miron. &quot;What do you want to do with him?&quot;

Guard:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Madame?&quot; &gt;:\

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Smithing ghasts?&quot; &gt;.&gt;;


 * Thomas Lazarus shrugs slightly.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Basic examination. The usual stuff.. just a few spells. Since Tathi seems more interested in the new painting of hers.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Would you prefer Miss, or Missus? :. Or did I get your gender wrong?&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you mind, sir? I'm in the middle of asking a few questions. Where do you come from, sir halfling?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nooo.&quot; Calrach slides the goblet further away. &quot;I want it to stay a mystery for me to solve! I love riddles.&quot;

Guard:<font color="#000000">&quot;The latter,&quot; says the male guard.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Ah, sir then. :3&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach looks down at the goblet. &quot;I already told you. To the west and sligtly north, a small halfling village.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I got that sometimes before I cut my hair, too. |B

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah. Terribly sorry. The ears go a little in old age.&quot;


 * Guard gives directions.

TMG whispers: You know what's so ironic about this.

TMG whispers: Miron's the most suspicious of Cole, but if he knew what it was, HE would want it the most as an inquisitorial tool!&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why would ghasts be smithing...? Was she hoping to make an army?&quot; the young man muses.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Let me guess, the building just past the General store? |.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Allright, I guess.&quot;

Guard:<font color="#000000">Nah, the DM doesn't have the tailor shop mapped. Imagine. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt deflates some more. &quot;Ah, well...Pamela, in her madness...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Apparently tried to keep the castle running as if it would have been if it were not dead.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Skeletons dressed up as maids doing laundry and things. It was....very disturbing.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">IMAGINATION~

Miron:<font color="#000000">''I don't like this. Don't know him well enough to discern if it's merely his personality, but this could be induced obsession. Watch him carefully&quot;''

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Thank you, Sir Guard. :3&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;You had questions... er. Are you an inquisitor, an archivist, or an analyst?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can only imagine.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Le purchase one fitted Cold Weather Outfit. =3= Holy cripes, it's getting cold. Brr.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot; Inquisitor-archivist. Basically an archivist who gets to see fresh air somewhat more often&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;I caught glimpses of the Mazian servant my father had hired just before I left when I went to scout the castle, but he certainly didn't look to be alive anymore.&quot;

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

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..In any case, Michael, I believe the estate is yours to do with as you see fit now. We just wanted to pass the news along. Regardless of where you live, there is no doubt hundreds of thousands of gold's value left in the property and possessions.&quot;

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

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... She didn't burn my father's books, did she?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I saw seevral things that originated from my homeland in that castle!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;No. Atleast, we saw a lot of intact books.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus hesitates.

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, a married couple. The woman had long red hair... Margaret and Paul Johnson, I think were their names.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Which rather reminds me. The moat is still full of undead sharks. Might want to have your local Palm friends lance those dead before long.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...yeah...we put them to rest, too...&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good.&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;They always scared the daylights out of me.&quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Perhaps we could...drain the moat? Or something? Seems like they might be...difficult to fight.&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Palm should have ideas about that.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If I could be so bold...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What're you going to do now, Michael?&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Get my dad's books, hunt down the remaining servants, and then... probably go back to the woods.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods.

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;The crown can have the castle back for the next group of nobles. I don't need it, and I sure don't want it. Too much hassle, and I... don't want to risk becoming like my dad, surrounded by trophies of bygone days and surrounded by wheedling noblemen and dangerous suitors.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...If you're not going to keep it, I don't know whether the castle goes back to the Kellonite crown or not, but if you do something like putting it up for sale, please do so after we're gone. DOn't want our drow to catch wind of it. He's already got a den far enough away from the rest of us that he's sinking money into. -3- &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, very good then.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus smirks a little.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Good luck with your future endeavors, friend.&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I'm sorry I don't have much to give you but gratitude. But if you ever need a guide in the forests and hills of central Akellon, don't hesitate to let me know.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's alright. Our duty and nothing less.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, who specifically is going to go after the escapees, if you insist on it? You're going to go ask the Palm, right?&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right. And even if they're busy, I'm sure I can find a group of adventurers who are raring to go on a zombie hunt.&quot; The young man smirks.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach looks down at Cole, then picks him up and drinks the rest of the firebrandy. &quot;Ahh. Well then...that was a round of drinks, Cole.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, what do you think? You okay with coming with us if the others let me take you?&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;That it was. Thank you. ... I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Though if it would ease your friend's mind, I would gladly answer his questions. To a point.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt grins. &quot;Precicely. Go ask them now. If you -cannot- secure their help, come straight to us.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whatever you do, just don't go alone.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus just looks faintly amused.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Where's our reward, doggy-person? They're all too nice to ask! &gt;:E

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Just out of curiosity, do you have any kids, gnome? You sound like somebody's dad.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt blinks, then barks out laughin. &quot;That's the second time someone's said that to me!&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll go talk to them once I'm done with today's work. Will you be in town tonight?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, no children. Much too young for that.&quot;

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's hard to tell with gnomes and haflings.&quot; x3

Michael Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;I keep thinking you're all ten or something. -- Sorry.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm.&quot; He unfolds his sleeves. &quot;We should probably not leave the others dangling much longer.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think we might still be in town tonight. Although delaying that long isn't advised, if you are really insistent on getting the escapees.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And yes, we should return to the others...&quot;


 * Faerie brb's, bio

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( There is no way in hell I am doing a miniquest to find one or two clever undead who want to not be found in the woods with a 24 hour head start. :P ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hence my insistence! XP

Miron:<font color="#000000">*Thinks for a while* &quot;Allright. I'll at least hear you out, though so far I have little reason for trust. Let's start. Were you a living being before ending in a cup? &quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&quot;No please don't make me scramble together a map and mini-quest. D: &quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And yes, you tall-legs do sometimes get us normalfolk messed up. I'm barely a man to my fellow gnomes.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;In fact, I left home right after my birthday that signified the transition.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;No. I was given life, as it is, by a priest of Ehlonna of the Forests nearly two hundred years ago.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That was....only three or four months ago.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ehlonna, you say? Any way you can confirm your link to the goddess?&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">The owlish figure blinks at Miron.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's alright. One of my other Gnomish friends is, like, eight times my age. It's a little unnerving to think about.&quot; =w=;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, longer than that, actually...but still not long. No more than half a year.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Back

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Children...goodness! There hasn't been the time, inclination, or even availablity to seek out a nice lady, let alone children...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt starts wandering out.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come on. I wasn't born yesterday. Anyone can craft a semblance of any deity onto an item. Well, perhaps except Erythnuul 's servants, as they are bored by everything not involving blood&quot;


 * Michael Lundy chuckles. &quot;All right, all right. I'll get back to work so I can get to hunting those undead!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Geeze, Miron. Aren't you being a little paranoid?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I mean, it's a cup&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Calrach. Appearances may lie.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Miron being Miron? Goddess forbid..&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;People put designs on a cup all the time.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's quite all right, Mr. Lightweave.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( |B ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( I can sense it. ))

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's much like the last inquisitor I had the pleasure to work with.&quot; =3= &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 10 + 12 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Bluff check...

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I told you - i have seen the most innocuous things do horrid things to people.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And just because a crafstman who prays to Pelor eevry night puts the symbol of the sun god on a nice ceraminc bowl he makes doesn't make the bowl divinely charged or anything.&quot;


 * Teeny Rin chews! &gt;:E

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( The time of Cadamonation is approaching. |O ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 17 + 5 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Sense Motive

You whisper to VAE: It wasn't a pleasure. :B

Miron: <font color="#0">(( Nobody fools the Kelllonian Inquisition! ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">ooh, same result?

TMG:<font color="#000000">One with the higher modifier wins

Faerie:<font color="#006666">...however, I need food. Brb, instant noodles.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Cole fools, but only -barely-

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Though, if you insist. One moment -- umph --&quot; The goblet wobbles -- and falls over.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*slightly suspicious, but believes so far* &quot;Last Inquisitor you say? What order was he from?&quot;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach looks at the cup curiously.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;There. Check just below my stem on the base.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( So close. |B I can taste it. ))

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Leaden Mace -- about sixty years ago.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*approaches the cup, careful not to touch anything*

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Speaking of which, I haz Twizzlers. ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt heads back to the White Stag

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...by the way, Miron.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 19 + 7 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Search, bottom of base whatever

Cole:<font color="#000000">A small, worn symbol of Ehlonna is etched into the wood there.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach points to the bartender. &quot;Kyle here has been using this cup to warm and chill drinks for patrons of this bar for-how long now?&quot; Calrach looks at Kyle.

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Two years.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;two years!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Calrach. What bit of malicious intelligence don't you get, for Cuthbert's sake?&quot;


 * Kyle Talrain just looks amused. |3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't you think that if there was anything wrong with this little guy, the town would be overrun with zombies or something?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">(should have been quotes around the &quot;malicious intelligence&quot; )

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmph. Leaden Mace, sixty years ago? Which branch? And how did he come around here?&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Around here? No, he operated north, near the desert.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 15 + 17 = 32&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Knowledge (religion) - does the etching in any way prove this was crafted by followers of Ehlonna, or could anyone have put it there? What more does it suggest?

Ezer:<font color="#006666">... D:

Cole:<font color="#000000">It's a symbol of Ehlonna. :B

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Ezer hides behind Edaric

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Desert? Hmm. Name and rank? &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, Calrach. How's procuring that cup coming along?&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Harold Brinston, inquisitor.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Slwoly. It's undergoing a full inquisition courtesy of your dwarf.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot; What was his purpose around these parts? &quot;

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


 * Cole yawns.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Thomas.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;I told you, he never came around here.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus glances aside.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Leave the poor cup alone already.&quot;

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

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was sixty years ago.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gnogglebolt. Tell your new friend i'm not a dwarf. And leave this to me&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;How long will you need to rest before you're less like Miron, and more like you?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus flinches. ^^;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;I have not seen you smile in weeks.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's not my new friend, we hired him to help out on this excursion on a recommendation from Tharky.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;You...have become dour, and joyless.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus offers a nervous smile. &quot;..I'm sorry.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So.. I take it you have been up north then? I didn't take it Ehlonna has many temples around deserts. &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;You have nothing to apologize for.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's just been a lot on my mind.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Now that Pamela has been defeated and this is all over, I think I can begin to relax in earnest. Thank you for the concern, though.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Thomas.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;I was made two hundred years ago, and have been handed around the world since. I'm getting tired of re-explaining myself...&quot; ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;You are the third kindest person I have ever met in my eighty-seven years.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">o.o; So precise.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fine. What was the reason of your presence there, and why has the local branch of Leaden Mace investigated you? &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;As a friend, I have to warn you not to forget that you are kind.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Investigated? Lady's horn, inquisitor. I was an aid to them.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;And with that, I go to make your portrait. See you when Cadamon is ready to converse. Have some fun. :3&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">And he ninjas off.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;I worked with them.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh.. uh--&quot; Ninja vanish. o.o;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Worked with them? Care to elaborate?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">What a strange person. =3=;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">|B

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not unless your halfling friend wishes for me to ruin the mystery.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I do not!&quot; Calrach says loudly.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot; We can speak in private, if you require. &quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus glances around a bit.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Blah. You have no sense of mystery, miron.&quot;

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


 * Thomas Lazarus smirks at Ed briefly. |3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fine, just don't tell me what it is he does. And don't take him. He's mine. :o &quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">The goblet yawns. &quot;... I beg your pardon. I have been awake for some time.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach slides the goblet across the counter to Miron.

Cole:<font color="#000000">The light starts to dim. &quot;It's about time for a nap...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;After all, i take it our halfling friend here was with us only for purposes of eradicating heretics and their undead servants from the local castle. &quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus lingers near Flint and Landon. &quot;Have either of you seen Cadamon about?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach giggles. &quot;Oooh, you are a sneaky one, Cole!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shall speak to you later, then.&quot; Turns to Calrach. &quot;As for you.. my sense of mystery is overshadowed by my survival sense.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's at the local shrine of Cuthbert. Meditating, I think he said.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;In that case, I won't bother him.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, if Col's not gonna talk to you now...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach slides it back to Kyle reluctantly.

Cole:<font color="#000000">The light dims and you can hear the sound of snoring coming from the cup. &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 1 + 12 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Bluff

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Vigilant Guardians still have decided whether they want the gold or him.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">It sounds so very fake. :B

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I better get them to do that now.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...do cups...-normally- snore?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Sense Motive.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, Vigilant Guardins!&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">back with chips and dip. ^_^


 * Thomas Lazarus rolls his eyes.

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">...silly question. :B

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">MIRON BELIEVES ALL

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh wow! xD

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...do cups even sleep?&quot; &gt;.&gt;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Just take the freaking cup.&quot;

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

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think they require 8 hours per day&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I must have read it somewhere.. though i have no idea where.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach immediately brightens up. &quot;Oh! Okay then, thanks Thomas! You're the best!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Epic fail

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He scroops up the goblet, and into the billowing cloak Cole vanishes.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">(Man I hate that cup already. =3=)

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And thankyah verra h much, sir. :3 &quot; he says to Kyle.

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay, someone needs many, many points more into sense motive

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also, the cup intrigues me

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Make sure you give him a good home.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's kinda funnier this way.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I want to give it an SCP classification.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will!&quot; Calrach nods to Kyle.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Mmmm. Cole?&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">*snoooore*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyways ... now that this business is over until tomorrow... Is there anything else to take care of? &quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 6 + 17 = 23&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Knowledge Arcana!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Anyways..&quot; He looks a little distant. &quot;We've addressed all our present Blackwood business. I, for one, would like to get an early start on the road tomorrow. Good evening, everyone.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach looks down at his...snoring robes. &quot;...Well, that's going to make sneaking around a bit harder...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">She waits for Miron to be out of earshot, and then whispers &quot;Magical items do not sleep, Cole!&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">The snoring shops.

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

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

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">It's shopped on snoring!

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

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">And as the DM chants stop, EVERYTHING in the universe freezes.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I almost spit my cearal everywhere when I looked up and saw that, Liatai. xD

Elros:<font color="#006666">I hope it's not shopping. Otherwise, it might spend all our loot.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">It's very awkward for the perpetual motion device.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's dark and the T and the H are near each other. XD

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Will deal with this tomorrow. Either way, i'm checking this in the archives and with other members. Even if i'll have to ask the Commander &quot;''

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, yeah, Kyle. How much money -would- you ahve given us, in the value of the stag, if we took that instead of Cole?&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your rooms are on the house tonight. Though don't go spreading rumors.&quot; ;3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Consider Thomas retired. Even though there's no second floor. :B

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'll just have to wonder.&quot; |3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He has a great deal to meditate on, himself.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, I was actually wondering because the others might ask me to cough up the money for it, since the reward was kinda supposed to be for -everyone-...I'll just have to pointedly not mention this again. Maybe they'll forget about it. &gt;.&gt; &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Ahem.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">You think Vargie would let me forget loot?

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Bitch, please.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( I saw the stag when I was crunching loot. It's not that much. :B ))


 * Kyle Talrain chuckles. &quot;The statue is worth about a thousand gold pieces.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( A K divided ten ways is not that much at ECL 7 ^^; ))

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, alrighty.&quot; Calrach nods to Kyle.

GM:<font color="#000000">Right then, ready to fast-forward to the next day?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hmm...

TMG:<font color="#000000">So, Lundy Heir did not come back to find us?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Nope!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Yes ma'am. Or whatever the DM token is. :B

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Not until I copy these scrolls to my spellbook. :&gt;

Tathi: <font color="#ff">(( squiggly, hatari, it's a squiggly ))

Michael Laire:<font color="#000000">Nope. I'm off in the woods with a group of Palm knights. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Oh yeah! And Gnogglebolt will spend the rest of the day tinkering.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">TIMES TEN!!!! *_*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">(DBZ power-up sounds)

Miron:<font color="#000000">*approaches Flint and whispers* &quot;If the halfling doesn't have enough cash for the cup, i suggest we help him. I don't like it one bit so far, and don't like such things to fly around the world without being examined. Best if it's under our watch... and by us, I mean Commander Ashmore as well&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Ah yes! Official stating of house rule!

GM:<font color="#000000">Crafting has now been improved by a factor of 10.

VAE:<font color="#000000">grah, no ending the day while am typing :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">Tinkering is now up to 11

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Oh, Miron.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">You so racist.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">|U

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Craft tech Device vs DC 22 &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 16 + 17 = 33&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;22*33 = 22 * 33 = 726&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">and... -not- dividing that number by ten!

TMG:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1719.2-726 = 1719.2 - 726 = 993.2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 2 + 12 = 14&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; spellcraft! -5 if its necromancy or illusion, +2 if it's evocation!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Round up the remaining progress (so you have less left to do) if you still have CP left over.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">16! Enough to get the lowest level scroll into her book? :&gt;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Wheee, almost done! Two more days like this and it's in the bag!

VAE:<font color="#000000">any scrolls for Miron's perusal were found?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">All our found scrolls were arcane, I believe.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Light of Lunia? I believe so.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">which book is that from?

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

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Spell compendium + something else. Complete Divine maybe.

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( =3= ))

GM:<font color="#000000">All right! With business done, it's time for the DAWN of a NEW DAY - Loda, Cuthon 17th! And the weather is -- &#171; &#160;1d100 = 79&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh yeah, almost forgot.

GM:<font color="#000000">Cool and drizzly.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">To play the LoZ Item Get sound. *Calrach holds up COle* &quot;COle Get!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Good thing I have me this cold weather outfit. =3=

Calrach:<font color="#000000">*Cole

GM:<font color="#000000">Also, time notice; I have about 1 hour and 45 minutes left.

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Whatzabuha? ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Family birthday party. There is cake. ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">I also know exactly what Cole does, because I was there when Liatai got him out of a random loot generator. x3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">CAKE? CAKE IS NO LIE?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 +10 = 19 + 10 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spellcraft to scribe Light of Lunia then

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Cake is an acceptable excuse for ending early.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Wonderful success!


 * Faerie nods

Faerie:<font color="#006666">This was a triumph!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Alex; indeed it is. *nods in agreement*

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I'm making a note here.

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

Miron: <font color="#0">(( HUGE SUCCESS ))


 * TMG ....wonders if someone's either going to shoot Alex, or start singing along. &gt;.&gt; Really could go either way

Liatai:<font color="#000000">SUDDENLY. CELESTIAL LAZERS EVERYWHERE.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Shall we skip to the Cadamon talk?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">WE'RE MAKING A NOTE HERE.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Singing along it is.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I am quite satisfied. It's hard to overstate, really.

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

GM:<font color="#000000">All right you mooks, let's get on the road. :P

GM:<font color="#000000">Kindly move yourself to the south of town when you're ready.

VAE:<font color="#000000">also, did Flint react to Miron's proposal?

Faerie:<font color="#006666">brb, bio. Move me if you need to.

Cole:<font color="#000000">The goblet wiggles a little in the morning, and the blue gem lights up, this time the light taking the shape of a deer. &quot;Good morning, Mr. Lightweave.&quot;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach pulls the goblet out of his robes. &quot;Hey, good morning Cole!&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Where did Calrach sleep? :&gt;

TMG:<font color="#000000">huh?

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Nah. I had other things on my mind. I just nodded.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach just...took any open rooms, I guess, near everyone else. Why?

Tokens dropped onto map 'Blackwood - Market'Cow:<font color="#0000FF">Because as soon as he wakes up, he finds he has one of THESE in his room. &quot;Mooooooooo.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;What on earth --?&quot;

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

Cole:<font color="#000000">The light dims. &quot;I must still be asleep.&quot; =3=;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Is that an illusion, or is it real...&quot; Calrach pokes it.

Cow:<font color="#0000FF">It moos at you.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Will save?

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Best used scroll of silence ever. Price, DM?

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach feels a very real cow.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Well I couldn't exactly get the mooing, clanking cow up the stairs silently. So I had to.. spell it out a bit.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Gotta hand it to that elf, she is -creative-...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... 200 GP. XD

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

Cow:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Moo.&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">How am I going to get that cow downstairs? =w=;;;;

Cow:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Mooooo.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm not going to deal with getting you out of here. I better scram before Kyle sees it...&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">Cows won't walk down stairs... =w=;;;;;;;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach goes out the window with his spiderclimb boots

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;KYLE! THERE'S A COW! A COW! ON THE SECOND FLOOR!&quot;

Cow:<font color="#0000FF">Oh god. It's eating the bedsheets.

VAE:<font color="#000000">MOO ON THE DANCEFLOOR!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gha! Shut up, you stupid cup, you're gonna get me busted!&quot; Calrach runs down the wall, and then off into the street. &quot;Not my fault, I didn't do it!&quot;

Cow:<font color="#0000FF">It was the best day of the cow's life.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He wanders around town before meeting up with the group again at the town's exit.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well it still wouldn't be good to just leave that poor creature there.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Well good morning, Calrach!&quot; Tathi says, -entirely- too cheery. &quot;Have a fine breakfest?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hello again, everyone...&quot; He gives a knowing eye and a fingerpoint at Tathi.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whoever did that cleary doesn't know that cows don't walk down stairs...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">She just grins.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you have any idea how much work you've just put on that poor innkeeper? For shame!&quot; The cup sounds... lecturing, at Tathi.

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">We need a picture fo Calrach accusingly pointing off the screen. It could be a demot poster with the title &quot;TATHI&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I have no idea what you're talking about..&quot; Tathi says, innocently.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good morning, Guar -- who is that talking?&quot; :.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh! Hello, Macer. That's just Cole.&quot; Calrach takes the goblet out from underneath his cloak

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian is covering his face with his palm, and is apparently too embarassed to speak.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">sorry about that. I'm slightly ill tonight, heh.


 * Edaric feels the schadenfreude. =3=

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


 * Liatai offers Fae chicken soup.

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;A... goblet?&quot;


 * VAE too. Some itchy throat

Liatai:<font color="#000000">We'll soon be switching to Forest Road.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yup! Reward for returning the White Stag.&quot;


 * Liatai gives chicken soup to all.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Is everyone there?

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's an interesting and mysteeeerious little guy!&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">A suspicious cup, at that.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... A cup.&quot; ^^;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;he can warm and chill drinks, and apparently can do something else, but I gotta figure out what it is.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Speaking of which.. Cole?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">It still has to answer some of my questions. It claims to be a magic item made by Ehlonna's priests.

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is this your commanding officer, inquisitor?&quot;

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

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You said you were made by a woodland priest. Do your powers, perhaps, involve holy water?&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;No.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Junior Commander Cadamon Gardner&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hrm. A mystery indeed.&quot;

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;An honor to meet you, sir.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He is my direct superior for this mission.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... very nice to meet you, too.&quot; ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">On our way out, Gnogglebolt also makes sure we don't leave our mules and wagons behind...

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Travel montage, and Cadamon chat go? :.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Horses, Gnoggle.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Horses.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Cadamon.. moment, if you can.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">No mules to haunt Tom's dreams.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">=3=

GM:<font color="#000000">Say goodbye to Blackwood, friends!

GM:<font color="#000000">Hop over to Forest Road.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Aww, we don't have Venezuela?

Elros:<font color="#006666">:P


 * Cow waves a hoof goodbye with a mouth full of pillow.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Goodbye to Blackwood, friends!

Miron:<font color="#000000">*whispers* &quot;The cup feels suspicious as all hell. It however has been mentioning meeting our colleagues about 60 years ago up north. Any idea where I can find records of other Mace branches? It might be prudent to check it once we arrive. &quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 1 + 2 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 4&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; listen!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">what the hell we have the UN of horses. O.o

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Since, if I remember, it took several days to get to Blackwood from Castleton, Gnogglebolt gets his equipment set up in the wagon as the day goes on.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; Cadamon rubs his forehead. &quot;Inquisitor, please, this is not the time. Brother Richter should have those records.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#B22222">Are you seriously just now noticing this? =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hmm, one's missing a name...

Meany:<font color="#B22222">It's Laos.

Meany:<font color="#B22222">=3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you. Once we arrive, I shall ask him.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">And yeah, they've been like this the whole time, ghjost. :B


 * Thomas Lazarus settles into a comfy spot at the floor of one of the carts.

Meany:<font color="#B22222">Travel montage~

GM:<font color="#000000">The rain lets up midway through the day... and when the carts pull to a stop, Cadamon pauses, and clears his throat.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">After the whole day of traveling?

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Guardians... do you recall that in the castle, I said I would like to hear the full story behind Sszeyl's medallion later?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Ohcrap.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is sufficiently later.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Alrighty.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Is this at least 8 hours later since beginning the trip?

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Before you begin.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Gnoggle, do you want to be the tactful explainer?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus parts an eye. &quot;...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*Looks VERY attentive*

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I would like to erect a Zone of Truth around the group.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes, it is.

TMG:<font color="#000000">or have we stopped in the middle of the day--okay.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">mkay. More crafty! &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 12 + 17 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; vs DC 22

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Reasonable.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... is that really necessary?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;22*29 = 22 * 29 = 638&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*I have a truth ellixir as well, Cadamon*

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 5 + 12 = 17&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; spellcraft! -5 if its necromancy or illusion, +2 if it's evocation!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">A 19 seems sufficient for the 2nd level light spell? :&gt;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;993.2-638 = 993.2 - 638 = 355.2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..That won't be necessary, Lieutenant Commander. But if you so wish. I'll make the report if no one minds.&quot; He sounds solemn.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*I offer its use on Sszeyl, as unlike a Zone of Truth, it binds the recipient to answer questions'


 * Cadamon Gardner gazes at Edaric flatly. &quot;Yes.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*produces a bottle out of his robes, the one he wanted to use on Calrach*

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">The priest then looks to Miron. &quot;Miron, I appreciate the sentiment, but an elixir only works on one person. We have over ten here.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt disembarks with everyone else for setting up camp, and preparing for The Talk. (no not That one.)

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. Elixir on Sszeyl, as he is the key one in all of this business, and the rest can do with a Zone&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Yah, AT-4 isn't even here.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, Inquisitor.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">We're well versed in the Talk. Thanks, elves. :B

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Welcome!

Miron:<font color="#000000">*shrugs* &quot;As ordered. If you reconsider, though... &quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Welcome!

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Don't you lumb me in with them. =3=

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I still need to speak with you as well, in private.&quot; Uh-oh. There's the 'you're in trouble' tone of voice.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">*lumps on Sszeyl*

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">To Miron, I mean.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas can explain if he wants, or I can explain if Sszeyl wants me to with this 'Zone' thing you're talking about. I presume magic of some kind.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;As ordered, Junior Commander&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#B22222">Uh-Oh, We're In Trouble, Something's Come Along And It's Burst Our Bubble Yeah, Yeah!

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you familiar with how the spell works? ... I suppose not.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;A zone of truth is a spell that makes it difficult, if not impossible, to speak deliberate falsehoods within its area.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Okay, is this *still* about the bloody leave without permission? What was I supposed to do? Just sit there and wait? ''*sighs*

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach just finds a tree trunk to sit up against in shade back a bit from everyone, watching quietly with Cole out.

Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( Is it terrible that I keep picturing Cole Train when we mention the cup ))

Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( Because I think it's hilarious. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( It is. ))


 * VAE keeps imagining one of his lecturers

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt shugs. &quot;I don't have to worry about that then. But go ahead, cast you magic if Thomas is not the one who is going to explain this.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... It's mainly for peace of mind, you understand. There have been far too many conflicting tales flying around.&quot; The lieutenant commander smiles faintly. &quot;After all, this isn't a formal inquisition... yet.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods faintly.

VAE:<font color="#000000">formal *inquest*

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Very well, it will only take a moment.&quot; If for some reason you want to resist, the DC on the Will save is 15.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sorry, I'm not an inquisitor. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">None here. =3=

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Does this magic only allow someone what is absolutely true, or what one believes is true? Because I will say, I don't actually know very much about this and most of it is just guessing and inferring from what little I do know.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But I'll be sure to say where I'm guessing.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Lieutenant Commander, I beg your pardon on Edaric's behalf.&quot; He glances to the carriage briefly. &quot;He's a good man who had nothing but his friend's well-being in mind at the time. Please don't think too harshly of him for that. I've a suspicion you'll understand his motivations were in good will before all is said and done.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;It prevents speaking deliberate falsehoods, so don't worry. It won't force you to say anything you don't know, or don't want to.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, I understand. Cast away.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus hops off the wagon with a clunk.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">He already did. Over to the trees? I'll mark out the zone.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Hey I remember this camp from the last couple trips. =w= *brick'd*

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hello Edaric.&quot; :P

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt feels the slight tingle of magic settling over the area, and shivers.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gheeeh. Magic like this always gives me the willies.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Very well.&quot; He knits his brow and begins to contemplate a starting point.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket, please enter the zone.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#B22222">Or I eat your face.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas, the best intentions can have the worst results, if judgement isn't applied well&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I told myself I'd never give away another secret that wasn't mine after Papa's fiasco with Tathi, but since Sszeyl, and forgive me for being so blunt, cannot tactfully talk about this himself, I seem to have little choice.&quot;

Miron: <font color="#0">(( Was making tea, didn't notice switch of map ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( you so crazy. ))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can respect that. Whenever you're ready, Thomas.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach is still chilling up against a tree trunk, watching quietly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Some time ago when we were beginning our investigation of Pamela's whereabouts, after her first flight, our Drow friend began to show some unusual symptoms of distress that I couldn't rightly identify. Little did we know until a revelation and 'episode' after the fact in Pelor's hall what was really occuring. Sszeyl spoke the truth in Castle Osyluth.&quot; He glances aside to him and nods faintly. &quot;..The particulars of Orgolloyss and its reincarnates, I don't presume to fully understand. But there's no doubt something was coming over him. Something with a malign nature. It rather didn't like something it saw or heard there in the sun temple, and went berserk.&quot;

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Mmmm... warm campfire. Zzz...

Miron:<font color="#000000">*listens, jaw drops slightly*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Fortunately, an ally of ours was nearby. A Mr. Ebonwood. He was able to dispatch Sszeyl with our help and explain some of what was going on.&quot;


 * Cadamon Gardner listens with a neutral look.

Miron:<font color="#000000">''I knew there's something wrong with him, far past being just a drow. But as usual, noone takes my word for it. ''

VAE:<font color="#000000">just FYI the above are thoughts

VAE:<font color="#000000">i always use italics for that

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..At which point, quite naturally, we were too concerned to do anything else but look further into what was happening and how to save our friend. Some sort of inner turmoil was afflicting him, thanks to the insight of a telepathy spell.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus folds his arms. &quot;..So..&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach almost chimes in with &quot;I helped with that!&quot; But thinks better of it and says nothing.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We brought Sszeyl to the oldest and wisest artificer we knew of; Mr. Nathaniel Torris. He apparently had much keener insight on the nature of what was going on. Indeed; a red dragon seems to be one of Sszeyl's former lives. An unruly one, well-known in the north.&quot; He glances aside.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What was it's name again?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Wise choice, especially since you're outside the zone, halfling. Don't think I didn't notice.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Vargachixeniejir.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Varg...varg-something. Damn dragons always have silly long names.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus simply nods.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mr. Torris was able to fashion an amulet from the scale of.. apparently.. one of several of the dragons that defeated Vargachixeniejir.&quot; He juts a finger towards Sszeyl's amulet.

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Hmm... this will make for an interesting report to Commander Ashmore. ''

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Not long ago, in fact, we were summoned by the dragoness Salishea.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Nathokokasprithion.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;One of five, actually.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And Salishea's another.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus hesitates and nods at Gnogglebolt. &quot;Pardon me.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;For the time being, the amulet has kept the manifestations of the Red at bay.&quot; He looks serious.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;He was very formidable when it went berserk at the sun temple. We've all been concerned for the life and soul of our friend. And as much good as the amulet has done, it's still incomplete.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... But our next journey was to the western Kellon coast to answer the Lady's summons.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's no coincidence. She's also able to reinforce that ward to a safer level.&quot;


 * Faerie sighs a little

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Yes, Fae? ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Hey, would i be alright if I left in...about 30 minutes?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So.&quot; He pauses. &quot;..I imagine you can understand why we've been a bit pensive about the whole matter.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">game is ending about that time anyway.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Cake, remember?

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Yep. ))


 * Dr. Hatari pats Fae.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sure. Don't let us keep you if you're feeling awful.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*says nothing, but looks very concerned and rather angry*

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Heh, couldn't recall how late that was.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I'm...alright, but I wanna pick up something for feeling ill, at GNC. Next bus there leaves from the front of my dorm in 43 minutes, supposedly.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">The Drow looks rather mellow about it. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt nods, finishing up Thomas's report. &quot;The five dragons are the five that defeated the Red previously. As we collect more pieces of the amulet, the seal will be strenghtened. Once we have all five and the amulet is complete, everything should be fine.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Elipsis alright is not alright. Flint. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Pensive. Having a dangerous and unstable individual who is also possessed going around on adventures? Asides from his own malice, what if Pamela or someone sensed the evil and simply took his medallion off!?''

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can indeed. It certainly makes the secrecy and deception more forgiveable. The events in Pelor's temple were not unknown to me.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think there was mention of something or other that once the full amulet is collected, the Red can be permanently banished from Sszeyl's head or something.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Screw you, Flint, you havegone soft too? ''

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It is dangerous. And it is alarming. But for that very same reason, some of his friends did not want to immediately tell Inquisitors of the Leaden Mace all about it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*can't take it any longer* Excuse me, Junior Commander, but how does it make it more excusable? You all realise the incredible liability this .. man.. represents?!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If I did not think we were doing everything about it we possibly could do, there would've been no secrecy, Lieutenant Commander.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The alternative is to kill him.&quot; He sounds stern.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your fellows are very good about maintaining the code of anonymity regarding the afflicted, Brother Lazarus. However, tales of a tainted necromantic spell being cast in the temple of the Sun spread quickly.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glares at Miron.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*glares back*

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brother Steelsprocket, this is not the time.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh yeah, that. That was Mr. Ebonwood.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have patience.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;He did so to get Sszeyl back under control. It was noted afterwards that it was not the -best- course of action, and he did get a talking-to from some of the Pelor clergy.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Woulda paid to see that. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Of course, I have no idea what makes one kind of magic 'tainted' and another not...&quot;


 * Sszeyl shrugs.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It didn't cause any harm. Well. Except to Sszeyl. It caused a lot of harm there. But it wore off. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">=3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">*incredible attempt at staredown at the Drow looking like he is above this*

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, well, it certainly spread like wildfire in the clerical circles.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Complete and utter indifference.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, Junior Commander?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Please stop trying to bore a hole in the drow with your eyes.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Cadamon should so put Miron on a time-out. -3-


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns a little and looks aside to Miron.

TMG:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go sit and look at that tree trunk, young inquisitor.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;What would happen should the medallion be removed?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*In a rather cold, indifferent voice* &quot;As ordered.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">....sorry. ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;That depends.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Tech, young? He's at least six times Cadamon'd age

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Danman; yes, I know. ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not...exactly sure.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..It's truly not a secret I was even aiming to keep from you, brother. Our very next course of action involved this whole matter. We found you ass-over-heels in the aftermath of our battle with Pamela. It actually wasn't on my mind until the laundry room.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;The seal should automatically use it's Calm Emotions, giving about a minute to get it back on.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But I know I wouldn't want to take it off, just to be sure.&quot;

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sszeyl -was- holding off the Red all by himself without the amulet for awhile.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*slightly ashamed of the way the group found him, but still angry as hell*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The amulet just gives him a...well...'saftey net', I guess.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;I can cause him extreme pain, provide openings. =3=&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are there any times when the Red, as you put it, is more inclined to surface?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;When things revolving around Dragons are mentioned.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Or Salishea, or Nathokokasprithion.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Um...whenever Sszeyl has suffered serious injury or sees something that that really infuriates the Red, like other dragons. Or Mr. Ebonwood.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Apparently. Or Mr. Ebonwood.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Still don't know what that was about.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Or when he has something to say.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Or Ebonwood, yes.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, rather unpredictable, but tied to memories and perhaps hatred.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Lots of that stuff.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If Sszeyl didn't have the amulet on right now, for example, we'd be seeing another demonstration right about now.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Like, if he was in control for five minutes or more, the sheer amount of it would put me in cardiac arrest.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">=3=;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We must speak to Commander Ashmore as soon as possible, perhaps even to a higher level Mace branch&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... It has been said that the seal can only calm the creature three times per day. Is this true?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;It can force him back, but it keeps him locked up constantly.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miron, let the lieutenant finish his investigation.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*looks slightly happy about the idea of the drow getting a cardiac arrest*

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Even if he was able to manifest, with it on, for example, he'd have no spells. :.&quot;


 * Cadamon Gardner looks... sadly? At Miron, before continuing in that same neutral tone and demeanor. &quot;And you know this through experience?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh...we've seen the Red without the amulet on through experience.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;He is awake constantly. No flesh, no need to sleep.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;And he's rather chatty.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I honesly haven't seen a breakthrough since the amulet went on.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But....he is in Sszeyl's mind, and---yeah. Talking to him.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was -really creepy- to listen to their battle of words after the original berserk episode.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;After he was subdued and we listened to his mind with magic.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'd be inclined to seek an exorcist, if I knew less. But it's apparently a compound soul. It actually belongs where it is..&quot; He raises a brow and sounds marginally uncertain.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Those names were Ebonwood and Toris, correct? Might there be a way to contact them to learn more?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Correct.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's the other thing I couldn't really figure out.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Both operate stores in Castleton.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sszeyl claims to be a reincarnation of the Red, but the end goal of our plan, after getting the complete amulet, is to remove the Red entirely.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But I don't know how that could work with getting rid of the Red if Sszeyl's a reincarnation. I dunno.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;The simplest answer is thus:&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's all over my head.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Perhaps one of those two will be able to shed light on the matter.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;The dragon would cease to exist as an individual.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Regardless, this must be done at all costs. We can't have the dragon running around in a new body.|

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;But become part of First.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who, or what, is First?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It -is- being done, Miron. Our very next trip is Salishea and another piece of the amulet.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;My first incarnation. The one who originally allowed himself to be reincarnated.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's where things get really, really weird. I don't even know how to explain it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I see. But in the meantime, the drow should be contained somewhere, where they can restrain him.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh stop it Miron, there's no need to go that far.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We can't afford to fight with a fifth column in our ranks&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">Le roll eyes. =3=

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Very well.&quot; The lieutenant commander rubs a hand on his face, and his neutral demeanor breaks into his normal countenance. &quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket, it is not your place to suggest that.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Ohsit. ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's why I will be taking this matter to Commander Ashmore&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( He just told his SO 'no.' =3= ))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Ghost, care to share with the class how bad a thing to do that is? ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;An amulet is a fragile item, and as of now, it barely holds the entity at bay. Besides, a skilled mage could glean its purpose, and use it against *all* of us.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sit down and let me finish.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">DO NOT SEPERATE THE PARTY OR I WILL STEAL A SEPTIC TRUCK AND SPRAY YOUR HOUSE IN POO. &gt;:O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We've been with him, brother. It's not a coincidence.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is not only playing with fire, it... Allright. As ordered.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... As I was saying.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*sits down, with a stoneface expression*

Miron: <font color="#0">(( You have all failed the Miron test of sanity. This will have repercussions. ))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket is right, in part, though I'm certain I don't need to tell you that.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns a bit guiltily.

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( =3= ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The ultimate goal is to get Red out of Sszeyl's mind.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;You are essentially dealing with a time bomb with a fuse of unknown length, it seems. It's unlike any case of possession that I have ever encountered, or heard of in the past, though I will admit that reincarnations are outside of my usual scope of study.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">How can I fail? I haven't even said anything. ;x

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And for that we need the amulet pieces. Oh, yeah, did we mention? With each piece we get, the stronger the seal gets, too.&quot;

Miron: <font color="#0">(( Who isn't with us, is against us ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi and Aelian have been quiet too.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So once we get Salishea's fragment of the amulet, it will get stronger and it will buy us more time.&quot;

Miron: <font color="#0">(( Where the good do nothing, evil wins. It's official motto of Cuthbert's church ))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can understand why you felt as though you had to lie to protect your friend. However... know that I cannot, in good faith, keep a danger of this magnitude secret from Commander Ashmore.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Plus, a lot of it's spleen is reserved for Salishea.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Once she's rebuked him, he'll be a lot less violent. =3=&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will be frank with you.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*&quot;Of course.&quot; &gt;:O

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt dips his head. &quot;Tell the commander, yeah. I suppose that's necessary.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;The worst-case scenario would be that the commander would order Sszeyl's death should the spirit show signs of ever loosening its bonds.&quot;

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


 * Thomas Lazarus just nods, stone-faced. Unsurprised.

Miron:<font color="#000000">''He's too young to be in this business. It shows ''

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Yep.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;He is a staunch believer in the idea that if one can be sacrificed to save the many, it should be done without hesitation.&quot;

Miron: <font color="#0">(( Which is why Miron respects him ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just...please be sure to emphasize to him that we are quite literally in the process of minimizing the risk, to its eventual elimination.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;However, given that the spirit is currently under containment and its bonds are being strengthened... I was just about to get to that.&quot;

Miron: <font color="#0">(( The first one who mentions ashmore miron slash gets clawed ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's our current priority. We just had to take care of Pamela first or we would have gone to the coast already.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Miron and Ashmore sitting in a tree~ ))

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Oh gods ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Alright. If it's alright, I'm gonna get going.

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Ta. ))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;We are likely to conduct a formal investigation and question this Ebonwood and Toris regarding the spirit, which must be done before any other steps can be taken.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">No problem, alex

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Sorry about this, I keep saying I should to to GNC ang get this at some point, and...now I kinda need it.

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cuthbert teaches that we must be certain in our convictions. And at the moment, it sounds as though very little is certain.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right. Well...anything else?&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I'll be on IRC later. Have a good night.

VAE:<font color="#000000">night, alex

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;The most likely scenario, however...&quot; He looks to Thomas, then to Miron. &quot;... is to command one or two inquisitors to watch Sszeyl while the seals are being forged. To inform, to watch, to protect... and to carry out their duty should it prove necessary.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*still looking stonefaced*

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;These inquisitors would travel with the afflicted. I assume that would not be a problem.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks to Miron.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*lifts his hand*U

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Speak, inquisitor.&quot;

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

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;As i have said already. I find it imprudent to allow the afflicted to travel beyond what is truly necessary.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Agreed. However, it is very hard to convince a dragon to do anything it doesn't want to, including travel.&quot; ^^;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Some travel will be necessary, which is why such mobile observation practices would be advisable.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That much more of a reason. Imagine it finding out we want to bind it into obedience&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;So you think the best way to help him is to lock him up like some kind of animal, Miron?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The paladin Salishea, Miron. She is the one on the coast.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;In such conditions, a minor engagement with hostiles can turn into a lfe-and death situation&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tathi, this isn't about him, this is about everyone's good&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He is incredibly dangerous in his present state.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;No. I heard what was said about Commander Ashmore believing in sacrifice.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;And for that, my respect for him drops another bar.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Sacrifice is a sign of weakness.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;It shows that the whole was too weak to save the one.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fortunately, you aren't one to dictate Leaden Mace polict&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*policy.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A partial victory is better than a wholesale defeat.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, let's not let this degenrate into sniping...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I will help Sszeyl be rid of this dragon by bringing him to those who would help him. And anyone who would lock him up, Leaden Mace included, will face my wrath if they do so.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;This is devolving into an infinite argument.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then be it if it must.&quot; *glares*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey. Let's DEFINITELY not have threats.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I thought better of you, however&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Enough.&quot; The lieutenant commander holds out a hand between Miron and Tathi.


 * Thomas Lazarus simply looks at Tathi.

VAE:<font color="#000000">One doesn't simply walk into Tathi

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;No one here has the authority to make any sort of decision regarding whether Sszeyl is to be observed or confined.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, mordor

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">*snnnnrk*

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( x3 ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">At least Sauron was nice enough not to drop a bomb on you from 400 feet away..

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;And to be frank, we don't even have enough definite information to make that decision.&quot;

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Saruman wasn't so kind. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Yah. He was a manipulative dick.

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( But holy hell did he have design sense. =3= ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#b22222">(( Did you see his house? ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright...if that's enough doom and gloom, is there anything else?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm itching all over from this silly magic.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;We must follow the proper investigation methods, as we would for any other case where someone's life or soul was on the line.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Are you certain you're not a sorcerer, Gnogglebolt?&quot; ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;I believe now is the time for us to leave Mr. Gardner, and Miron alone for a time.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've never heard of anyone so sensitive to magic who didn't have it in their blood somehow.&quot; ^^

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;He's allergic.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I am beginning to form an idea he may be a repressed sorcerer.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(Fun fact. If someone were to do a blind placebo test, they'd find it was all in his head. x3 )

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(He's just psyching himself out.)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just groans at the idea that he might have magic.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Very well. Thank you for allowing me to raise a zone of truth; I know that it has a tendency to induce anxiety in some, which is why it's best sometimes to ask first.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;My sister does, but not me--&quot; He suddenl;y stops, eyes wide.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;It's okay. =3=&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Damn this magic!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi's eyebrows shoot up. &quot;Oh ho? A sorcerer in the family?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach, meanwhile, starts guffawing.

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;So. Let's leave these gentlemen to their words. =3=&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;Good luck, Cadamon.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">&quot;You'll need it.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just waddles outside of the Zone.


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs wearily.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Suddenly, the glade is pierced with the sound of a loud, and very, very drawn out scream. &quot;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Gnoooooggleboooolt.&quot; Tathi catcalls, smirking. &quot;What's this about your siste-ACK&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach stops, and looks over at everyone.

Miron:<font color="#000000">WHAT?

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tension-breaker. had to do it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Fuck you too!

Sszeyl:<font color="#B22222">=3=

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi stares.

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He gets up and pulls out his banjo, and idly strums it as he starts singing.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Two cows next time..&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Much as I hate to say it, I doubt we'll have time to finish the Miron-Cadaom talk tonight. So! Noms?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Now, Gnogglebolt.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">aw.

Meany:<font color="#B22222">Aww. D:

Cole:<font color="#000000">&quot;So it was you!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Let's see.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">nomming miron for PARANOIA PARANOID EVERYONE'S OUT TO GET ME

VAE:<font color="#000000">I nominate Tathi for cow prank.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I just wanna jump! Jump! Don't wanna think about tomorrow... jump! I just don't care tonight, I just wanna jump, jump!&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">We can keep roleplaying up until time to go, though. :3

Meany:<font color="#B22222">I wanted to see Miron get slapped about the face verbally.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">... Meany you need to stop fixating on that. :B

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

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't wanna think about my sorror...let's go, whoa-o...forget yer problems, I just wanna jump!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You're not even in it. :B


 * VAE likes this. Means i'm playing him well and right.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Nomming Calrach for COW? EXPEDIATUS RETREAT


 * VAE nominates Cup for falling asleep, and convincing an Inquisitor of it

Meany:<font color="#B22222">Seconded.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Nomming Gnogglebolt for family development! Tathi is -so- going to chase you around for that.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach hops around the glade near everyone, singing his song about jumping.

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Oh yes, nomming Miron again for the whole SLEEPING CUP fiasco. XD


 * VAE nominates Gnogglebolt for family info, seconded. I think Aellan is gonna chase his sister

TMG:<font color="#000000">This has been this way the whole time.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Remember?


 * Ghostwish smacks VAE. :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">Every time Gnogglebolt reveals he knows something about magic

TMG:<font color="#000000">He then says &quot;My sis--someone I know told me.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Nomming Thomas for WORDS WORDS WORDS

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Nomming Gnogglebolt for OSHI-- D: moment of realization. Inquisitors aren't fuzzy friendly purist do-gooders from Disney movies. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">*My si--someone I know&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seconding Hatari's nom

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Words words words is my nom? =3=;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">What does that even mean. What.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Actually.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hatari: Nomming Gnogglebolt for OSHI-- D:

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, the one you proposed

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yes, nominating Thomas for Quality Roleplaying

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

Meany:<font color="#B22222">Seconded.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also, when we're at it

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Nomming Miron again for puppy madness. It's like you're slicked down in bacon grease or something.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Tathi for Cossacks write letter to the Sultan

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">do what?


 * Thomas Lazarus departs the camp circle mutely. He pats Ed's shoulder in passing.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Fighting the whole of Akellon's inquisition at once? Fine but what'll i do in the afternoon?

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Thanks.&quot; :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">The original is better

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Can I nom him for an awesome nom? XD

VAE:<font color="#000000">It' s a threatening letter by the cossacks to the sultan.

VAE:<font color="#000000">In the IRC i can translate it for you from the slovak text i have

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">naw, I'll be assdeep in saints row 2. :&gt;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Nomming Calrach for

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Actually can do now

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He got the cup. :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">huh? :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh. xD

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">What. No prank noms? :P

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I guess that was pretty elaborate.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Again, I know what the cup does, because I was there when it was made. x3

TMG:<font color="#000000">It was hilarious.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Stop spending your major wealth on pranks though, you're up to like 1.1k wasted. :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">Also, yes.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Tathi for Prankbeads.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">SHuddup. Totally worth it. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I could get boots of speed with that! :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Do people want to know what Cole does, or keep in a mystery?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">BOOTS OF WIN!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I PUT A DAMN COW IN HIS BEDROOM DUDE.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tell me~

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hmmm....

TMG:<font color="#000000">I kinda wanna keep it a secret form everyone else. :&gt;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I wanna find out. :&gt;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Aw. :B

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

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Nomming Sszeyl for portraits!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He cost a thousand gold TELL US. :B

Meany:<font color="#B22222">Thankee. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Cole, the Goblet of Truth Int 10, Wis 14, Cha 14. Speaks Common and can communicate via empathy and telepathy (designated owners only). 120 foot vision, hearing. Alignment NG. Has 10 ranks in Bluff, and twice per day can turn any liquid placed in the goblet into an elixir of truth that remains effective for 15 minutes or until consumed. The DC for this elixir is 13, and acts in all ways as a normal elixir of truth. However, if the imbiber drinks the elixir without knowing that it is an elixir of truth, the DC is boosted to 17, and the duration becomes 15 minutes as opposed to the normal 10. Market price 16,000 GP. Ego score 7. Originally created by a cleric of Ehlonna, Cole is a simple cherrywood goblet with an oval-shaped blue gem in it. When Cole is &quot;awake,&quot; the gem glows faintly, and a faint white wispy shape can be seen within that resembles an animal. What animal it is varies depending on Cole's mood and the conditions around him. As an Ehlonnan creation, Cole is fond of animals, especially since they don't lie anywhere near as often as humanoids do. If only people could be as honest as animals, Cole laments, life would be so much easier for everyone... however, he has learned with age that sometimes white lies must be told to protect the innocent, and that to draw out the guilty, a few falsehoods are worth the result they garner. When Cole speaks, his voice is often heavy and tired. He is humble and generally kind, though he has little patience for pathological liars and evil. He is fond of &quot;testing&quot; new owners, making sure that their intentions are genuine... often by tricking them into drinking one of his transmuted elixirs!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Now, as for how this came about.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Liatai rolled a random loot generator.

VAE:<font color="#000000">&quot;You hear, turkish devil, cursed brother and companion to Satan, secretary of Lucifer himself. What the devil are you a knight of, if you can't even kill a hedgehog with your bare arse. Devil eat your whole army. You won't, son of a bitch, rule over christians. We aren't afraid of your armies. On earth and on water we shall fight you, cursed ugly son, fuck your mother!

TMG:<font color="#000000">She got &quot;Intelligent Elixer of Truth&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">I's longer than that

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Hey, it's how Barkwood came about.

TMG:<font color="#000000">It was really weird

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">A sentient bastard sword.. that speaks DRUIDIC.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We once joked

TMG:<font color="#000000">because expendable items are not -supposed- to be able to be enchanted for intelligence.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Since Blaquestone always rolled 1's and threw his legacy weapon across the map every battle

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That he should just get a consumable legacy item

TMG:<font color="#000000">And then I said to Liatai &quot;What if it wasn't the elixer itself, but a flask that -makes- elixwer?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Legacy sandwich&quot; was born.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">And thus, Cole.

TMG:<font color="#000000">And then, hey, danman.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Any further noms? Railock's itching for some saints row 2.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I noted to Liatai.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Best. Co-op. Ever.

TMG:<font color="#000000">What with Miron being so paranoid about Cole being evil...

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">if Miron actually knew what he was, Miron would WANT him as an inquisitorial tool!

GM:<font color="#000000">Miron - 100 XP - SUSPICION!!! 100 XP - Wow. You launched an inquest on a cup. Congrats. :B 100 XP - Dog Madness! Tathi - 100 XP - Cow Prank. 100 XP - Save the many AND the few! Calrach - 100 XP - It's not meeeeee! The cow wasn't meeeeee! 100 XP - Doo doo dee dooooo! You got a Cole! Thomas - 100 XP - Exposition Man. Gnogglebolt - 100 XP - OSHI -- D: THESE ARE INQUISITORS! Sszeyl - 100 XP - Portraiture!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Ooo, the DM nommed me for Tathi's morality. :&gt;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

TMG:<font color="#000000">aw, didn't someone nominate Gnogglebolt for sister reveal? :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I did! :&gt;

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Oh! VAE nommed me. Oops. I was laughing too hard at the nom.

GM:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt - 100 XP - Family Reveal!

TMG:<font color="#000000">...dammit.

Dr. Hatari whispers: Suddenly.

TMG:<font color="#000000">200 EXP from levelup. -3-

VAE:<font color="#000000">You babylonian kitchen servant. You macedonian evildoer. You Jerusalem's beer boiler. You alexandrian skinner of goat carcasses. You swine herder of great and small Egypt. You Kamenec's tomcat. You armenian swine. You tatar sagdajak. You Podolsk thief, and ours. You clown of our Lord God. You pagan log. You horse arse. You dog muzzle. You unchristened bastard. You madman of the world and underworld. Fuck your mother. YOu won't even herd the swine for christians. We end thusly. Date we don't know, as we lack callendary. What month is it, whether full moon or not, moon is on sky, and year in the stars. Day is, however, the same here as at your side. Thus, kiss our arses for that. Ivan Sirko and his company

Dr. Hatari whispers: I'm thinking a certain Gnome sorceress should be a part of a certain hunter group just for laughs.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Sitting at 23065 now.

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: XD Talk to Tech about it!

TMG:<font color="#000000">I motion again, Liatai, that you should start giving general roleplaying session EXP for everyone in general encounterless sessions. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">But oh well.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">It's better this way

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Not really. &gt;:/

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Screw levels

VAE:<font color="#000000">that'd make no sense

TMG:<font color="#000000">Very little in D&amp;D makes sesne.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Screw sense, I have levels.

TMG:<font color="#000000">*sense


 * Dr. Hatari stands triumphant. =3=

GM:<font color="#000000">Because the next few encounters are readied for ECL 7, sheesh. :P

VAE:<font color="#000000">No, but it can be made sense

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I gotta take off fellows. :P

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">laiatai; aw, alright. x3

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">See ya

VAE:<font color="#000000">And Miron levelled i think

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Server going down in 77...

VAE:<font color="#000000">will sort it out next time

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">76...

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