Session 86.5

Meany has connected.

TMG has connected.

Dr. Hatari has connected.

Liatai:Hallo~

Dr. Hatari:Good evening.


 * Meany arranges teapot, two-litre of soda, and lemonade pitcher.

TMG:So, hatari, what's going on, and when does it happen?

Liatai:Who needs tokens?

Meany:I have all of mine.

Dr. Hatari:Tom just has a cute idea he wants to carry out at HQ. Timing isn't particularly relevant. Some point in the &quot;past two&quot; or future day, during our little Edquisition we have going on. :B

Gnogglebolt:Oooookay.

Meany:So we need Ed, and who else?

Dr. Hatari:It shouldn't be particularly big of a deal.

Gnogglebolt:I suppose this would be at those indeterminant times when Gnogglebolt's in his workshop building away on...something.

Thomas Lazarus:Let's say Ed is at the Talespinner for the time being.


 * Thomas Lazarus returns to the VGHQ building, cradling his chin.

Thomas Lazarus:Your secretary is gone FIRE THAT SLACKER *bricked*

Liatai:I was just looking for the token XD

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

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

Violet Vesav:<font color="#000000">&quot; Good day, sir. &quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So. This is an older map than when we named/engraved, but, am I recalling correctly that Ed's room is the one to the east of Tathi/Aelian's?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Good afternoon!&quot; Tom replies cheerily.


 * Elros is, as always, silent, but nods.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yep. Ed's room is to the east of the wooden one.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">-- Oop. Hold on.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Correct.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">5.

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


 * Thomas Lazarus makes his way upstairs swiftly.

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

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


 * Thomas Lazarus shifty-eyes, then raps upon the door a few times.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There. Ed turned the bed after coming back from the Talespinner -- or -- wait he's supposed to be at the Talespinner.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Then time-shift.


 * Liatai shifts the bed around again. &quot;You hear ghostly noises of moving furniture~&quot; *brick'd*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">This will be after that. And during some other moment when Ed isn't here.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I would be re-writing history otherwise.


 * Liatai flips the bed again. :B

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">And as fun as that is.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Renia:<font color="#FF0000">YOU'VE DISRUPTED THE NATURAL ORRRDAAAR

GM:<font color="#000000">No reply. The room is empty.

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

GM:<font color="#000000">The door is also unlocked.


 * Thomas Lazarus cracks the door open and peeks within. &quot;...&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">http://naturalorder.ytmnd.com/

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Why am I loading this *bricks self*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Anyways!


 * Thomas Lazarus creeps inside and blinks about. &quot;...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus takes a moment to examine the north wall and window. :9


 * Thomas Lazarus seems to be making some mental calculations. His expression grows conflicted with the many quickly corrected and repeated errors. &gt;:9


 * Thomas Lazarus steps out and trundles downstairs quickly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom once again knocks, this time on the workshop door.


 * Liatai 's music currently - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mt9qJqj3wQw

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">X3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh? Come on in!&quot; Gnogglebolt calls out...before remembering the walls are muffling his voice too much. Cursing lightly to himself, he goes and opens the door.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, hello, Tom.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You can always walk in, you know.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Unless you've heard a muffled boom in the last three minutes.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I figured I probably could. I just wanted to be polite. You've been at work a lot lately.&quot; ^^;


 * Dr. Hatari shifts music over. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Speaking of which..&quot; He cranes his head slightly to peer within for a moment. :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I was wondering.. are you terribly busy? In the middle of anything important?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Uh...depends, I guess. What's up?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There was a little thing I was, ah.. hoping to get some help with.&quot; {:3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...And that would be...?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't think I could do a good job alone, and you're definitely the go-to guy for building things.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Spit it out, man!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh. Come right upstairs, I'll show you exactly what I had in mind.&quot; :3

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

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


 * Thomas Lazarus peers at the quiet pair.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh. Uh. Okay.&quot; Gnogglebolt follows.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;On second thought I guess the secret's safe enough to talk about freely.&quot; |B He heads back upstairs and talks along the way.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Take that quiet-people.


 * Violet Vesav does paperwork. =3=


 * Elros will never tell. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ed has just really looked out for me a few times. Done me some good turns when I needed support. So I thought I would try to do something nice for him in return.&quot; He opens the door to Ed's room and steps in.

Ezer:<font color="#000000">I might... &gt;:3 *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;See.. I think.. maybe with the two of us, we could do this fast enough.&quot; He gestures with both hands at the far wall.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A balcony. With big wide doors.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt meanders in after Thomas, wondering what the heck he's going on about.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And wood panels on the floor and walls.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think I can shape the stone really fast with a spell, too. Kind of crudely.. but enough to do the hard part quickly. Right?&quot; {:3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...A balcony. And wood panels?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So he would have some more space. And a big opening to step outside. A little veranda if he wants.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yep! Give it a more familiar, homey feel.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I did kind of design this building so it would be harder for assasins to attack us, and Tathi's room is the only one with wood panels for a related reason...but...hmm.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ed is a pretty great guy. You really think he'll like it that much?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I know..&quot; ^^; &quot;But.. well.. he could always alarm the veranda?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... I think he will. I hope so.&quot; {:3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Okay. So, er, you mentioned a spell to shape stone? Tell me how that works.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom lets the lion's share remain unsaid. Priestly confidence.


 * Thomas Lazarus raises index finger. &quot;Yes! I can move a pretty good bit of stone around. Like.. I dunno.. way more than just this wall's worth.&quot; He gestures to the north wall. &quot;I used it once on the ride to Blackwood. Shift the structure around like it's clay. So I could atleast spare the mason's work of getting shaped stone in and out and foundations for the ledge and all that. It just.. well..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It would look crappy and crude if I did that by myself, I'm not a designer.&quot; ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Hmm. And you say you only... 'move' stone around? Not create it out of thin air with some magic mumbo jumbo?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Nope. Just move it around. Like.. I figured, I could open up a big hole here (after taking the window out) and use some of the wall to create a little balcony. Maybe a railing. Overhang for the rain too maybe? I'm not sure.&quot; ^^; &quot;But something like that.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What do you think?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hm, and some sort of doors would need put in.. it's cold..&quot; &gt;:9

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Well, in that case, you'll be taking a chunk of the structure out entirely. And the walls are reinforced with metal, as well. But...I think I can figure out a way to guide your stone-shaping so it's done in a precice manner where I can have it filled back in with new stone.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Or.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Go out, and find a boulder.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">:|

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">YoRam.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Just as long as it gives a big access and he can enjoy hanging out outside. Or maybe leaving it open. Screen-doors for warmer weather later, maybe..&quot; :. muse muse.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, how big do you want it, precicely?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Do you think with magic helping we could pull something off before he tries to get back in here next?&quot; :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh. Uh. whatever we can pull off, I suppose. Just a little.. ten by five balcony to chill out on maybe?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, no matter how we do it, there's gonna be a hole in the wall of the bottom floor until I can patch that up.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">In the bottom floor? :.


 * Liatai is reading the plan as &quot;use the northern wall's stone to build the balcony, then put a door in the gap left behind.&quot; :.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The bottom floor?&quot; D:

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">To clarify, Tom's idea is simply; transmute 2nd story Ed wall into door-accessable balcony.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Uh..yeah. Where else do you think the stone is coming from, if you're just moving it around? Better one of the bottom-floor walls where it's easier to patch up than putting a hole in the wall of someone else's room, don't you think?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">^ Tis the plan.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think I can manage with just this.. maybe..&quot; {:9

RAM:<font color="#990000">Aaand bafroom. Back in a bit!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Take some measurements and cut some boards and get your tools and lets go!&quot; *_*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh. Um. Well, lucky for you, I insisted the windows that the masons insisted on installing be small...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus gets all hot-blooded!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think...maybe this can work...yeah. Gimme a minute.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*_* !!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">So yes, indeed. Tom's whole meta-plan is to make Ed's room a bit less stark and cold and stoney, and give it some space with the addition of hardwood surfaces and a balcony.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt whips out a parchment, quill, and one of mis measuring tapes and goes around the north wall of the room, then runs downstairs and outside to observe the wall from the street below, then runs back into the room. Knowledge(Architecture &amp; Engineering), taking 10 (not usually allowed for K skills, but it should be okay for this time), &#171; &#160;10+17 = 10 + 17 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;. Gnogglebolt comes up with a sketch.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Naturally, he never lets on entirely why this is, other than the fact that he thinks Ed will enjoy the change. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt comes back into the room with his plan all ready to guide Tom through the process. &quot;And by the way, if this is a surprise gift for Ed, don't forget to give me credit, too.&quot; he says with a smirk.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay. You ready?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus beams

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

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He also nods.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ah.. we better take the glass out by hand. I'll probably break it on accident if we don't. I'm not as good at this as a wizard or anything..&quot; ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(it doesn't really matter if we edit the map now since it's not going to be saved until it can be done on the real campaign file Lia has...)

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thought of that. Just do what I tell you with the stone, I'll catch it.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Right, I figured that was too tall an order.

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


 * Thomas Lazarus takes a seat on the floor, and casts his Stone Shape spell.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's pretty easy for Gnogglebolt to observe exactly how it works, and even participate. A clay proxy of the wall is manipulated, and the true wall mimes the changes.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Indeed -- just describe away and I'll map away on the actual campaign file. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;OKay, get your spell ready...start by....&quot; And Gnogglebolt goes through using his expertise to guide Thomas's actions. It's probably difficult going, not only because Gnogglebolt keeps talking in terms Thomas may or may not be able to keep up with, but also because Gnogglebolt isn't familiar with the 'tool', so to speak, but they start by widening the stone around the window so Gnogglebolt can remove it, then Gnogglebolt guides Thomas into pushing the stone wall out and putting it into the appropriate shape, though the stone had to be pushed through what looks like a metal grate crisscrossing the empty hole where the wall used to be.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt instructs Thomas to make adjustments here and there as needed, until it's all done to his satisfaction.


 * Thomas Lazarus plays with clay. :9 *bricked*


 * Liatai pictures Tom getting bored at one point and just making a clay/stone dinosaur or snake or something. :B *brick'd*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Gnoggle: TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY &gt;:O Tom: But.. stone ponies!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Wow. There's metal inside the walls?&quot; :. &quot;Did magicians build this place to begin with?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I kept telling you. The walls. Were made. Reinforced.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;On the inside??&quot; ^^; &quot;I thought you meant they were just really heavy masonry with good stone, or ... iron reinforcements on the inside, or something! How did you do that?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt seems to be chuckling more than iritated.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Iron reinforcements on the inside. That's exactly what it is. It's not that hard, it's a common technique to anyone in masonry or architecture...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But, now I gotta cut this out myself, so lemme go get a bigger tool...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's not how we build castles around here.&quot; :O &quot;I meant.. like.. inside the..&quot; ^^; &quot;Nevermind.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let me know if I can perhaps help with the wood or anything.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But yeah. The only thing is that this kind of wall is really expensive. And...are you sure? I've looked at architecture for some buildings around ehre in Akellon, you guys do it, too...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;.. But I probably can't..&quot; ^^;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well maybe.. I've never build a castle..&quot; {:3

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Really, it's a standard technique. I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it due to how expensive and seldom used it is, though. Don't worry about it.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt goes to retrieve a bigger metal-cutting tool and starts cutting the crisscrossing rods of metal out.

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Yo?


 * Thomas Lazarus simple observes, cradling his chin, but now with a pleased look. :3c

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

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Ah, good.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Wifi borked for a minute.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Eventually, Gnogglebolt has the rods of iron cut out. &quot;Alright, I'll take these down to my shop, no sense wasting...and now we need to go out and purchase some wood and doors from a carpenter.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think there's magic that can shape those, too.. but.. we don't have any.&quot; ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So lead the way.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Well then, one stop in town later, and the duo comes back with a cartfull of lumber and doors that were already measured to be the correct size. (gp deduction at DM's judging)


 * Dr. Hatari is now picturing Construction!Kan and Frisk in a hard-hat.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">and Gnogglebolt has big strong Tom move the furniture out of the room while he goes in and whips around the room, affixing wood panelling to the floor, walls, and ceiling of the room.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Luckily Aelian and everyone else have chased Ed away so we can pull it off. :9

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Shouldn't be much, GP-wise. I wouldn't put it over 50 GP. 10-25 would be an even better estimate. Let's go with 15 GP.


 * Dr. Hatari has been scaled by climbin'-cat &gt;:O

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hi Kitty!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">15 gp it is. Recorded to deduct.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Is that Krunk? :3 Fatcat?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Eventually, Ed's room is put back together.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I didn't know you knew his name. Yes it is. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He says mrow-purr-purr-merow-purr-purr. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You said it way back when sometime. *remembers animal names, forgets people's. That's a socially-awkward penguin meme right there. :B* *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hm!&quot; :3


 * RAM is similar, except he forgets all names.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Thanks again, Gnogglebolt. This looks way better than I had hoped for. I just hope it's okay..&quot; {:3 &quot;.. I don't want the guy feeling any more patronized.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Unless they're special to me somehow.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Chewin' on mah headphones &gt;:O

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alrighty. Well, he'll be back sometime, so we'll know soon enough...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's just wait for him to notice.&quot; ^^

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt heads down to the common room.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I appreciate you taking a break for me. Feel free to let me know if I can maybe help move anything again.&quot; :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Do you want me to bring in Ed during the mini-session, or would you rather wait for a session proper? :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Mission Atomplished. 

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ram, how much time do you have here?

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Don't gotta be up until late tomorrow.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tom has gotten his plans taken care of. It depends entirely upon how much time Meany and Ram have.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, might as well. Go ahead and bring in Ed if you want, Lia.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Question, when exactly does this take place?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I'll say..

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Like, when Gnoggle/Shankfang got back from Redtree.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ram; that;s what I asked. :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">:3

RAM:<font color="#990000">Can has Shankfang token, plz?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Let's say Damarron 4th. Yep, after Gnoggle/Shankfang return from Redtree.

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


 * RAM still doesn't have it on his laptop.


 * RAM keeps forgetting.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Thanks, Lia. You're an angel.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Can't find Adelaide's token, will these do for now? :3

RAM:<font color="#990000">One sec...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Found it!


 * RAM was just about to go looking for it, as well!

RAM:<font color="#990000">|3

RAM:<font color="#990000">Danke, Lia.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There you go, move as you please. :3

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">A curious ninja peeks out of the dining room. &quot;....?&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#990000">SUDDENLY!

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

Adelaide:<font color="#990000">'Sup, homies?

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why is there sawdust trail on floor?&quot; :.


 * Thomas Lazarus is simply sitting in the common room right now, enjoying a comfy chair while reading.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">What minisession is going on right present? :v

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Chust got back from schowink Talfeera de nev house.&quot; :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Damarron 4th evening time.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You're going to play Under The Sea during your mini.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Aren't you.

Talfeera:<font color="#990000">&quot;It's great! I can't believe we have our own house!&quot; :D

Talfeera:<font color="#990000">&quot;Have any of you seen it yet?&quot;


 * Swallowtail fetches a broom.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Too peppy.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">I want something...mellow.

Talfeera:<font color="#990000">Talfeera, by the way, is happily perched on Shankfang's shoulder.

Adelaide:<font color="#990000">While Adelaide has taken up residence between Shankfang's horns.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh.. that's just from some work that got done upstairs.&quot; Tom replies to the ninja. ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh.. that's just from some work that got done upstairs.&quot; Tom replies to the ninja. ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Meany: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AUyqvUG0ypA&amp;feature=relmfu

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Ninja sweep. :.

TMG:<font color="#000000">? :. (keeping with the earlier theme. ;) )

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Oh? Vat kind uf vork?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A little renovating on rooms is all.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Not quite right.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Speaking of which.. no, I haven't seen your place. Where is it?&quot;

Talfeera:<font color="#990000">&quot;It's near the markets, so we have easy access to everything we might need.&quot; :3


 * Thomas Lazarus nods. |3


 * Swallowtail sweeps up the sawdust and throws it in the fire.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vould hyu like to see it?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Iz onfurneeshed right now, but Hy hope to hef dat fixed before long.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Maybe in a bit, I'm tired and it doesn't have a map! *bricked!!*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I've never made a map before! D:

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">www.youtube.com/watch?v=WY3vzBarKT4


 * Edaric comes in. &quot;Mmm, smells good in here.&quot; :9

RAM:<font color="#990000">Link is borked, Meany.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Neither have I, but I have a mansion. Here's a tip: ''NAG CREATIVE PEOPLE. :B''


 * Thomas Lazarus is bricked again.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh Lia~

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Should. Gamal has been making sweets all day.&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">How big is the house again and made out of what material? =3= *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh~ that reminds me. I want to try making chocolates with toffee and almonds for the festival.&quot; :9

RAM:<font color="#990000">Were you asking seriously?

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

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">It cost 4k.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">So presumably wood.

RAM:<font color="#990000">^ That.

RAM:<font color="#990000">It was one of the higher end houses available. I believe the upper limit was 5k.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">:o &quot;Wow... fancy. Do you have the chocolate yet?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;With the festival getting so close and it being an import and all, you might wanna act fast.&quot; :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Kan Hy help?&quot; :D

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

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I didn't think of that.&quot; ^^; &quot;I better go get stuff, then~&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Fortunately.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">You have Bard friends.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Gather Information, go~

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;I know supplier if you want.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I don't need a roll to tell me to go to the market district. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh, really?&quot; :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Kan Hy help?!&quot; :D

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Made hot cocoa for the Guardians once. Remember?&quot; :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">(oh come on just get Ed up to his room so we can finish this and Ram and I can do our minisession! :B )

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Kan Hy kan Hy kan Hy?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=w=; &quot;Really?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">To Shankfang.

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


 * Thomas Lazarus scoffs in amusement. &quot;Tell you what.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">But -- but there are people down here and social interaction D: *brick'd -- go upstairs, you!*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm pretty sure I heard Terri ask if she could help make cookies. Why don't you go see if she's free and we can all fail at cooking together!&quot; \o/

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom is pretty much just idling.

TMG:<font color="#000000">SOCIAL ACTIVITYYYYYY~

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Piccolo, what are you doing here?

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... hmmmmm...&quot; :3

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dat's right!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Talfeera, hyu hef yet to meet Terri!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">|3 Tom returns his attention to his book for the time being, now that that's that.

Talfeera:<font color="#990000">&quot;Terri?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ja! Hyu'll like her!&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know... I wonder if I could... There's an old bard trick that helps make things easier to do, wonder if it could apply to cooking...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We need all the help we can get.&quot; :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang rushes out the door, Talfeera and Adelaide riding atop him.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">There's silence, then...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Well, I don't have a Deffbike token on me...

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Haven't played the guitar in a while.&quot; :3 &quot;I can try it with Gamal right now! He's cooking.&quot; He rummages in his pack. &quot;... left it upstairs, right.&quot; :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">But, VROOOOM!

Dragula the Deffbike:<font color="#000000">VROOOOOM!

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">as Edaric heads upstairs, Gnogglebolt winks at Thomas.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">There you are!

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">And then a resounding crash.

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I'm far too good a driver to crash.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">As Ed steps onto the balcony which you did not reinforce.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh, that crash.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Excuse me. Liscenes engineer and architect. Right here. Made the roll for it and everything.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas bites his lower lip in hysterical yet subdued glee.

Dragula the Deffbike:''' <font color="#990000">VROOOOOM! '''

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Instructed Thomas on how to reinforce it. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">... it's been an awful long time and no sign of guitar-bard.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Put a stick or two under it&quot; does not count.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">*shot so many times*


 * Thomas Lazarus suddenly stops smirking, and grows a bit pensive &quot;...&quot; {:3c

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">http://chzmemebase.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/internet-memes-anti-filter-revolution.gif

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think I'll go take a look..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good idea..&quot; Gnogglebolt gets up and follows, but hangs near the stairs.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">DISTRACTION GIFS XP

Edaric:<font color="#000000">... this has got to be an illusion. :o ... why am I not being required to make Will saves? :o


 * Thomas Lazarus sneaks (well, with the aid of soundproofed walls anyways) up to one side of the doorway. :.


 * Edaric is walking around the room running a hand over everything, looking awed. :o

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You ah.. you doing okay in there? Get lost?&quot; {:3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Tom! Is -- are you seeing the same thing I'm seeing?&quot; :o &quot;Is -- how -- Tathi's not an illusionist is she?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;No, I'm pretty sure she's told me she can't do invisible stuff once.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Thanks to the door being open, Gnogglebolt hears the conversation from down the hall, and approaches.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Why? Isn't this how it always looked?&quot; |D &#171; &#160;1d20-5 = 7 - 5 = 2&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Right, that's why I've got the invisible wand -- but how --&quot; :O

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt, still out of sight, has to stop himself from snorting.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">I was hoping you'd get a negative roll.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 3 + 9 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Sense Motive. :B


 * Thomas Lazarus smirks. &quot;Well.. we are in a school for miraculous building.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;A good architect can made any modifcations he needs to his own structures.&quot; Gnogglebolt says, appearing in the doorway.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You sense that Tom is dumb correctly.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He's got a wide smile.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">^^ &quot;I hope you don't get too chilly.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... You two did this? But how?&quot; Ed is starting to chuckle. {:3 &quot;I can't have been gone longer than a few hours -- &quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Drow Assassin with Fire Arrow: &quot;Let me fix your heating problems for you.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, uh...&quot; Gnogglebolt glances to Thomas.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...it seems magic is good for something...&quot;

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

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">&quot;Damit! I broke through the window and lodged into the stone!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh don't worry. I CAN ALSO FIX DROW ASSASSINS. *_*

Edaric:<font color="#000000">I have BLANKET-FU your fire means nothing to me! |D *brick'd*

Talfeera:<font color="#990000">Somewhere down the road, Talfeera shutters, as if she could feel the very fabric of the universe screaming in protest.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">D.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Shudder.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Sooo~ apart from it being fast~...&quot;

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">*fireball'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">{:3 &quot;How is it?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I... don't know what to say other than thank you.&quot; :D &quot;It's --&quot; Ed actually laughs. &quot;It'll definitely get the inquisition off my back! Hopefully.&quot; X3


 * Thomas Lazarus beams warmly. &quot;... I'm glad.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...speaking of, what was that about? I kept hearing it from my workshop.&quot; :B


 * Thomas Lazarus says nothing. ^^


 * Edaric waves a hand. &quot;Eh, it was nothing.&quot; ^^ &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 15 + 12 = 27&#160;  &#187; Bluff~ &quot;-- Hey! Now that I'm thinking about it -- c'mon down to the kitchen. It's poor thanks, but it'll be something!&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(and seriously, I looked through the logs on the wiki hatari, I couldn't find any part where Edaric told Thomas whatever the heck the whole thing was about. :B )

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well. As long as it's just meta.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ed was claustrophobic and felt stifled and reminded of his weeks spent petrified. Small stone room with no sound and all that.


 * Edaric rummages under the table and opens up the mini-fridge. :3

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;You two missed out on the cake and ice cream a few nights ago. Here we go -- last of it left.&quot; :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ah-hah!&quot;


 * Edaric hands out cake and ice cream to Tom and Gnogglebolt. :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That was when I was getting everyone at the Mace falling-down drunk.&quot; |B &quot;Thank you! That sounds wonderful.&quot;


 * Edaric then gets out of the way of invisi-Gamal. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt laughs and graciously accepts the treats.

TMG:<font color="#000000">and.....anything else? Or cut?

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


 * Thomas Lazarus noms the fanciness. &quot; I loerv this holiday&quot; |O

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That's it for me. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And cut, I think. :3

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mind if we just knock out Sszeyl's scene quick while Meany's connected?

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hokey dokey. Ram, shall we--ah.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Yay, I did a good deed. For someone I owed good deeds to, no less. :3

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">No worries.

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">That can segway into next session.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I'm not likely to freaking BE here. &gt;:[

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now that there's nothing in that cold-box thing anymore... how do you turn it off?&quot; {:3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I'll pop out for work in about 30 minutes. But by all means, continue.

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

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Not that.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh, okay.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Shankfang introducing Terri to Talfeera.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Meany's scene shouldn't take more than half an hour or so when he's here.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">FRAAAAAAAAANCE!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, that. C'mere, I'll show you.&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Just speak up when you're ready, Meanster. :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I wonder. Is that expensive to run? You could probably sell ice in the summer. Not.. you know, right now, obviously. But.&quot; :B

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'Cower In Fear:<font color="#A14D7F">I'm ready for my close up, Mr. Deville.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">and aid another to an untrained Use Tech Device check, (net modifier of 0, not counting Int mod), and if Ed takes 10, should be enough to safely turn it off.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Post yer token. :3

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'RAM:<font color="#990000">Gotta roll!

RAM:<font color="#990000">It might malfunction!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It fired freeze rays everywhere if you unsuccessfully turn it off.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh. Um. It eats about a vial of incidigas a week...which takes me a day to distill a couple of vials by hand of now, but once I get some apprentices in here and get a Collector built, I can have vials every hour.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 4 + 2 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; untrained... {:3

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Y hello dere.

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Imma have to bum some vials off of you for Dragula!

TMG:<font color="#000000">ah, malfunction. Good point. Roll it, ed. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Might be something for your shop. We usually had to have mages or artifice whip up ice out in Lorellon.&quot; :o

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Lucky thing Gnogglebolt's dad built this thing with a minimal malfuction rating.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'll bet a lot of people would like those.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 3 + 2 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; untrained...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt grins. &quot;That's the plan, Thomas. That's the plan.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Very good thing.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 10 + 2 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; untrained.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">:D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">OH NO FREEZE RAYYYYS

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Noticed yet how there's still one closed and unused room on this floor? That'll be the shop, once I can get apprentices making stuff like this.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:04 lagcheck.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Nah, he simply fails to turn it off.

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Freeze rays come when you roll a malfunction.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; I could get one of those stopwatches.. :9&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">He turns it on more.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Maximum burn.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Lia, we need to put the Keepfresh Box on the wiki. xP

TMG:<font color="#000000">Dragula as well!

RAM:<font color="#990000">Come on 1.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Come on 1!

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

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">:05

TMG:<font color="#000000">:06

RAM:<font color="#990000">42.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:06 at :05. :B


 * TMG smacks Ram. :B


 * RAM catches and shoulder-throws.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So a momentary lagspike that's gone now hopefully. :05


 * Meany no-scopes Ram.

TMG:<font color="#000000">04:33, April 18, 2013 (UTC)VAEisenberg (talk) DX

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It appears I used up all the Lia.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">and... :07 for me.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:07 at :06.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">:07. Our small minute differences are baffling. :B


 * Meany uses Liatai's time energy to power a continous loop of Ram getting shot in the lung.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Did my clock somehow go two minutes ahead of everyone else, or is everyone else two minutes behind?

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">:07

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


 * RAM is wearing body armor.

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

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">What kind of body armor?

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Hopefully not ceramic.

GM:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl, tonight, Damarron 4th, the river is, as always, cold and wet. Please roll two things for me; a Search check, and a Will save.

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

Tokens dropped onto map 'Tinker Workshop and VG HQ'Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">:3

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">:3

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">:3

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">I just found out my sunburn has started peeling.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">By stratching an itch on my ear, and pulling bits off.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Ow.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You and your grossly situation-inappropriate usage of smilies.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Can't remember what it's called, but it'sa type of gel.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Aloe Vera?

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">Used it to relieve pain earlier.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Rolling.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... :10 lagcheck. ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 5 + 2 = 7&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Int check!

RAM:<font color="#990000">The force of the bullet impact causes it to harden and essentially trap the bullet.

RAM:<font color="#990000">It then turns back into a gel.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 16 + 7 = 23&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Will save!

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">You find the Fallout 2 Pariah dog. IT IS NOW CURSE-BOUND TO YOU FOREVER. Your luck stat drops to 1. But it is adorablly ugly and pathetic, and will never leave your side no matter how much you abuse the poor thing. EAT SYMPATHETIC PANGS OF GUILT.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ooh, non-newtonian fluids :o

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">+2 against enchantment.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">:11

Sszeyl: <font color="#a14d7f">(( :12 :E ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:12 at :11.

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Hello, meat. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Finally woke up?

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Good to hear from you.

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">That was a nice nap, but I feel like a walk now. Give me your limbs. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">In exchange for what?

TMG:<font color="#000000">(I swear, if Sszeyl goes &quot;Okay.&quot; ...okay. x3 )

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Perhaps you misunderstood me, meat puppet. '''

Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">You feel a forceful push from inside your own mind, an overwhelming vertigo, and then --

Sszeyl:'<font color="#000000">That was not'' a request. '''

TMG:<font color="#000000">...a 23 will didn't save? o.o

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Someone's being miffed.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Do I need to get involved in this?

Sszeyl:'''<font color="#000000">Of course I am. You don't do that silly elven sleep thing anymore, so I can't control you that way anymore. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">No no, go back to your corner.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Eisen is level 8 and can force DC 23 will saves. Vargie is a lot worse than Eisen. ^^; So maybe.

Sszeyl:'''<font color="#000000">Now both of you shut up for once and let me take you on a little journey. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">No Overland Flight.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">The seals suddenly flare -- '''-- kehehe. '''

Sszeyl:'<font color="#000000">So that's'' what that pesky little enchantment was... clever, Salishea. But not enough. '''<font color="#000000"> Sszeyl takes 5 points of both Strength and Dexterity damage.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Considering the old stuff hasn't healed properly yet.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Dex is now 7.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Str 14.

Sszeyl:'''<font color="#000000">This meat puppet can still move. '''<font color="#000000"> &quot;You&quot; start walking along the bottom of the river, heading downstream.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">You are damaging the central nervous system again. Keep us out of combat.

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


 * RAM contemplates...

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">A laugh, and you get an image of a fanged feral grin. 'You have no right to tell me'' what to do. Now be a good little multifaceted puppet, or I'll send you to sleep instead of letting you watch.'''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Completely forgotten what a First and it's incarnation can do, eh?

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Very well.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Play your games as you wish then.

Sszeyl:'''<font color="#000000">Will you be quiet, or will I have to force you to be? '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">. ..

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">You're going quite far away from Castleton on the current.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Why exactly is he walking, instead of trying to swim? :B


 * RAM is no longer contemplating. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Eventually, &quot;you&quot; pull yourself ashore. It's a damp little stretch of rocky shore, pitch black, though that means little to your drow eyes.

Sszeyl:'''<font color="#000000">Back-soul driver. '''

Sszeyl:'<font color="#000000">Maybe I will'' knock you out anyway. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">This is... very strange, to feel your mouth and lips forming words that you have no knowledge of.

GM:<font color="#000000">And then, from the darkness, tens of pairs of glittering eyes, clinking metal, the dry rasp of scales.

Ratty Kobold:<font color="#000000">Kobolds. And no small number of them, either.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Oh no.. he's..

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">INSTIGATING A LOW-LEVEL CAMPAIGN HOOK *bricked*

Sorcerer Kobold:<font color="#000000">They encircle &quot;you,&quot; weapons drawn as &quot;you&quot; continue to speak, beckoning, drawing them closer. One eventually steps forward, and bows. &quot;Wyrmseed.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You&quot; laugh, continuing to speak with the creatures. You get a sense of gloating pride from your controller, and mocking superiority.

Sszeyl:'''<font color="#000000">Now. This is the part where you close your eyes for a while. So to speak. '''<font color="#000000"> A deep chuckle sounds in the back of your mind... Will save.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">''Ha. Ha.''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 20 + 7 = 27&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Will save!

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Epic will save!


 * Vargachixeniejir growls. Roll another.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Damn.

TMG:<font color="#000000">...an automatic success, even :o--dangit

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 15 + 7 = 22&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Will save!

RAM:<font color="#990000">Good roll, at least. =3=

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">That tattoo was a horrible idea. '''


 * Shankfang the Deffrider shoots Vargachixeniejir in the face!

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">''So was forgetting what we can do with your sense of linear progression. We all make mistakes.''

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Not as though you can understand any of this. Haha. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">What exactly is the ability check to remember? :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">83

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You&quot; lower your voice, speaking with the kobolds in more depth... Roll another Will save.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 3 + 7 = 10&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Will save!

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Nighty night.

Trapper Kobold:<font color="#000000">The kobolds look a little concerned, and one asks a question.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You&quot; laugh. And then everything goes dark -- you are trapped in your own subconscious, unaware of anything going on in the real world until it's almost dawn and you're walking along the river back toward Castleton.

Sszeyl:'''<font color="#000000">Ahh. Good morning, meat. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Had some pleasant plotting?

Sszeyl:'''<font color="#000000">A pleasant stretch of the legs. I'll have to do it more often. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">I hope it fared better than your last attempt.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">That reminds us...

Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">The dragon chuckles. '''Fools. You think I was ever a part of you? That you have some control over me? Let me tell you something...'''

Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">Your vision fills with images of leaping flames, and the dragon in the center, face no more than a few inches from yours, with a wide grin. '''That platinum-hoarded imbecile was right to tell me to reflect on what that little bald elf did to me. To sort the falsehoods from the truth. And the truth is, you are not going to be allowed to try to harm me anymore with your metaphysical tricks.'''

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Go ahead. Play with your scales. It won't make any difference. '''

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">But... '''

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">I will need an excuse for the damage the seals did to this body. Perfect. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You&quot; reach out and grab ahold of a passing pike.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Oh, I am so going to enjoy dissecting his mind.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d4 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; bite damage as the fish flails.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">First, let him monologue.

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">SLAM. '''<font color="#000000"> Make a Will save.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 18 + 7 = 25&#160; <font color="#A14D7F">&#187; Will save!

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

Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">Ooooh. Nice indeed. You only take one point of Wis damage.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Stepping out to perform epic baking. Thanks~

Vargachixeniejir:'<font color="#000000">Perhaps you're deaf as well as a set of fools. I don't need this body in prime'' condition. '''

Sszeyl: <font color="#a14d7f">(( Good luck. ))

RAM:<font color="#990000">Bai Herr Doktor!

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">''And we hardly need this body at all. Or have you been sleeping through our debates.''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Which I still object to, by the way...

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Oh shut up.

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Then at least two of us are in agreement. '''

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Oh. Meat. You were seeking trinkets, weren't you? '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Side venture, but yes.

Vargachixeniejir:'''<font color="#000000">Take that bottle of ink over there along with the pike. I'll be you again someday soon. '''

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Sure.

GM:<font color="#000000">Guh! Being shoved back into full conscious control of your body is like being woken up by being dunked in a bucket of ice-cold pincushions.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">And while he goes, a Millions-of-years old cornucopia of memories and pissed-offedness follows.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Woo, I have motor function again!

Vargachixeniejir:<font color="#000000">... the spirit is laughing at First. This is not a good sign. But it does curl up and .. &quot;sleep.&quot; At least you think so.

GM:<font color="#000000">And scene, unless Sszeyl has something else he wants to say or do.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">I need to see a cleric.

Sszeyl:<font color="#A14D7F">Or seven.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I do. :B Sheeeeeit. Seals are not working as advertised! D: I can only hope Sszeyl deigns to inform the rest of the party asap when next session starts. :B Gnogglebolt will definitely have to be -absent- if I am...ah well.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Anyway. Ram, you still here?

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hokey-dokey. So.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Ridin' to Redtree?

GM:<font color="#000000">To Redtree!

GM:<font color="#000000">Lemme grab some tokens!


 * Gnogglebolt boots his sister off the bike. -3-

GM:<font color="#000000">And recover from mood whiplash! ^.^

GM:<font color="#000000">Ow. ^^

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Can I shoot him in the face?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh, goodness, right. Yeah, that can't be conducive to good roleplaying. o.o

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">He's a dick. =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">five, ten minute break or the Liatai to tea up and mentally refocus?

TMG:<font color="#000000">*break for

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">I am happy with that Mini.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">My will save is now reliably enough to at least slow him edown. :3


 * Shankfang the Deffrider needs to get deeper into the plotz so he can have awesome minisessions like that.

Meany:<font color="#A14D7F">And First still has that trumpcard of not needing the mortal body anymore, while Vargie doesn't know if he's the same.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... man, I wish I'd actually done that research I was plannng to and gotten that cleric a better token. :B Ah well.

GM:<font color="#000000">Everyone ready? ZOOOOOOM!

GM:<font color="#000000">... man, what a bumpy ride this is.

Dragula the Deffbike: <font color="#990000">VRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 

GM:<font color="#000000">Kellon dirt roads are not meant for Deffbike racing. =3=

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Bumpy, but awesome!

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

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang makes a point to get as much air as possible during the ride.

Calvin Hart:<font color="#000000">You can only imagine the stir made by something like the Deffbike roaring into a little farming town like Redtree.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I don't have to imagine it.

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

Brenner Fox:<font color="#000000">Horses panicking, and the people not looking much better. o_O

Dragula the Deffbike: <font color="#990000">VRRRRRRRR 

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt has Shankfang slow down and stop so he can be let off before too much of a commotion is caused...

Rachel Fox:<font color="#000000">Well. Most of the people. This one's got an expression of &quot;DO WANT&quot; to rival a dog staring at a biscuit. *_*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">You kidding?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang doesn't slow down until they get to their final destination.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Where he screeches to a halt.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">The entrance of town IS our final destination. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt doesn't know where to go from there, he has to talk to the folks.

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Ruin all my fun,why don't you.

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">At any rate! Gnogglebolt dismounts when Shankfang comes to a stop. &quot;Ah...hello again everyone! Sorry for the sudden appearence, let's calm down now, nothing to worry about...&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Wave wave wave!

Brenner Fox:<font color="#000000">Natually, the town militia shows up. &quot;Ho there -- Mazians? What brings you to Redtree -- Gnogglebolt Sparkgear?!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang kills the engine, thankfully silencing the loud machine, before dismounting as well.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt strides forward, counting on the townsfolk to remember him...

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


 * Brenner Fox quickly puts his bow back on his back.

Brenner Fox:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is a surprise! In more ways than one.&quot; He eyes the Deffbike and its rider.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, it is I, Gnogglebolt Sparkgear! I apologize for my abrupt appearance, I told someone to slow down, but noooo...&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy like goink fast...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Seriously, shankfang, these people have been through the nine hells and back, I -really- didn't want to alarm them like this.

Shankfang the Deffrider: <font color="#990000">&quot;Oh hush, dey're fine. It's chust a liddle noise.&quot; <font color="#990000"> =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt follows Brenner's gaze. &quot;Oh, don't worry about him. He's a new member of the Vigilant Guardians.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Besides, Hy tink dat vun liked it.&quot; :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang motions at Rachel Fox.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Haloo dere. Hy'm Shenkfang, de Deffrider.&quot; :3

Dragula the Deffbike:<font color="#990000">I'm Dragula, the Deffbike! But only Miron can hear me. He's crazy like that.

Brenner Fox:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- So! What brings you back here to Redtree? Here on business, or just to visit? We've had no problems with fiendish animals since you took care of the witch to speak of. The spring's guardian will be sad to have missed you, but... better not to risk taking that thing into the woods.&quot; &gt;.&gt;; &quot;The inn has free rooms if you need a place to stay!&quot; :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Oh, nein.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Here on business, actually. Unfinished business.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ve hef de healink potion tink.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Part of the reason why I arrived with the mode of transportation I did. Didn't want to keep them waiting any longer.&quot; Gnogglebolt reaches into his pockets and pulls out the three orange vials.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I finally found David Morian.&quot;

Brenner Fox:<font color="#000000">The innkeeper's eyes widen. &quot;Is that the same stuff Restren had in his basement...?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is. Or at least it by all rights should be.&quot;

Brenner Fox:<font color="#000000">&quot;We've been keeping the statues in the town hall.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Den vat are ve vaitink for?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt winces. &quot;.... Well. Let's get this done with.&quot;

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

John Holland:<font color="#000000">The mayor swiftly unlocks the storeroom doors when he sees who you are.

Statue of an Elven Sorceress:<font color="#000000">There they are. Three statues, one a halfling with an outstretched poking finger, one a female elf with her hands extended in a spellcasting motion, and one elven man with the sign of Corellon Larethian held aloft in one hand and a silver longsword the other.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">In his mind, Gnogglebolt is spinning. How is he going to explain this to these people?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I can explain it for you. :3

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

Gnogglebolt:'''<font color="#000000">NO. '''

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Why not?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">You'll try to sugarcoat it and drag it on into this long explanation.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Don't even try to deny it!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt sees the three statues lined up in a row. &quot;...Alright. Remember everyone, the last thing these people saw was the cockatrice that froze them, so they'll likely be a little...uptight upon unfreezing. Everyone stand back.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Especially you, Shankfang. No hugs. I mean it.&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider: <font color="#990000">&quot;Hy bet dey kould use a goot hug...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is going to be disorienting enough, the environment must be calm and not abrupt. Maybe later, not not right after unfreezing.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt steps forward to the first statue, the one of the male Corellon cleric. He takes a deep breath and unstoppers one of the vials, squeezes out the orange fluid on to the stone, and quickly takes many steps back to get out of reach.

Cleric of Corellon:<font color="#000000">Very wise, for as the color begins to seep back over the statue, turning it to flesh again, the silver symbol in the elf's hand flashes dangerously. Luckily, being turned to stone... well, let's say it's one heck of a Concentration check needed.

Cleric of Corellon:<font color="#000000">The elf blinks, closing his mouth for the first time in months, and slowly looks around.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hi!&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt talks once he's sure the man is looking around and taking in his environment, speaking slowly and clearly, enunciating every sylable in a reassuring manner. &quot;It's okay. There's no cockatrice. Calm down. Please, have a seat. You must be confused.&quot;

Cleric of Corellon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cockatrice...?&quot; he says thickly, then clears his throat and shakes his head. &quot;... That explains... quite a bit. ... He was not a sorcerer, then?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. I will explain everything and answer any question you have. Go ahead, sit down, look around, count to ten. Get your bearings. Take your time.&quot;

Cleric of Corellon:<font color="#000000">&quot;What happened to the others...&quot; His eyes fall on the other two statues.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dey're right dere.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt likewise sits down on a chair (say he had the mayor bring a couple in, or heck, it is a storeroom.) &quot;Ask your questions in any ordern when you're ready..&quot;Gnogglebolt follows his gaze.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Either already freed, or...well. You can see.&quot;

Cleric of Corellon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tend to them first. How long has it been...?&quot; The elf does sit down, though he still hasn't let go of his sword.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Those are the only two left.&quot; Except for at least two that were missing... Gnogglebolt thinks guiltily.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyu kan relax hyu grip dere. Hyu're among friends.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't know when you were first frozen, but...&quot; Gotta get it ut sooner or later. Gnogglebolt takes a deep breath. &quot;It's the Fourth of Yondallon right now. 11...(insert year here, will take too long to check wiki :B ) &quot;

Cleric of Corellon:<font color="#000000">&quot;... The goblins... it was late Heironon. So it hasn't been a year.&quot; The elf finally sheathes his sword.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Oh, dat's goot.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Not dat long, den.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt nods. &quot;Alright. Next..&quot; Gnogglebolt looks ath the statues, and decides to take care of the girl this time. Even he, however, recognizes spellcasting gestures when he sees them.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Um...can someone, uh...help 'aim' her at the corner? Just in case?&quot;


 * Cleric of Corellon peers at Shankfang, trying to decipher his accent.

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shuffle shuffle, scrape scrape.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dere ve go.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt gestures everyone away to be out of her line of sight, then moves forward t unstopper the second vial and pour the fluid on again. This time, when he steps back, he makes sure to not be in front of her this time as well.

Evoker:<font color="#000000">This one is much louder when the ointment dispels the enchantment. A stream of shrieked Elven obscenities comes forth, followed by a quick motion, a stumble, a flail, and a faceplant. Thud. &quot;OW.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Hyu hokay?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt...decides to just hold his tongue this time and let her get up and look around herself.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Hand offered, smile on face. :3


 * Evoker scrambles back and starts to yell at Shankfang in Elven before the cleric on the nearby bench speaks up in Elven as well. She looks around, confused and dazed. &quot;... Dizzy. That's all. Who are you? Where am I? What --&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Iz hokay. Hyu vere petrified. Ve chust fixed hyu.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Erk, shanfkang, I think the best idea is to give her some space.&quot;

Evoker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that 'sculptor' dead?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And shut up. Please let me handle this. I'm sorry, miss, please have a seat. Your confusion is understandable. I'll explain everything.&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And rude Gnogglebolt is promptly ignored.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I'm sorry if I want to do more than act as a glorified taxi service. :/

TMG:<font color="#000000">^^;

Cleric of Corellon:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will try to fill her in -- please free the halfling.&quot;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">and I'm sorry too, it's just that shankfang has all the subtlety of a nail-bat. ^^; But anyway!

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt walks forward and squeezes the final vial's contents onto the halfling.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I apologize if I don't think the best way to explain something is to pussyfoot around it.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(that's just cuz you've gone through the military. For us civvies not used to crisis situations, there is such thing as 'shock' ^^; )

Halfling:<font color="#000000">The halfling is also rather animated when you depetrify him, hopping around and shaking out his bitten finger. &quot;Ow! Heyyy! Jeez! That's not a parrot! Ow!&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">These are adventurers, not civvies.

RAM:<font color="#990000">They can handle it. =3=

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang snorts once, trying to stifle a laugh.

Halfling:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Who're you?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah...hello, friend. You must be very confused. Here, have a seat, count to ten. I'll answer any questions you have and explain everything.&quot; Gnogglebolt pushes a wooden chair towards him.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Friends.&quot; :3

Halfling:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where's this?&quot;

Halfling:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why is it so badly-lit and dusty in here?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Count to ten first. Then I'll answer any question you have.&quot; Gnogglebolt says smoothly and calmly.

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Iz a storeroom.&quot;


 * Halfling sneezes loudly and takes out a handkerchief.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt sighs. -_-

Halfling:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ugh. I think I sneezed pebbles.&quot; =3=

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy like dis vun. He iz silly.&quot;

Halfling:<font color="#000000">&quot;That wasn't a parrot, then. What was it?&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright. Now that all three of you are...concious, I can explain everything.&quot; Gnogglebolt pulls up a chair and sits in it in front of the three people.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That was a--cockatrice, yes.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You were all petrified by it. We've unfrozen you.&quot;

Halfling:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, what's today? How many years has it been? Are we in the future?&quot;


 * Cleric of Corellon sighs. Halflings.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Technically, ve're in de present.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;De future hes yet to heppen.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The date is Yondallong 4th, 11__. By any measure, I suppose we are in the 'future' from when you were frozen, but for us it is now the present.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*Yondallon

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt, you're a month behind.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's Damarron 4th. :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyu kan never, in fact, be in de future, as de instant hyu are in de future it becomes de present.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">...wait, wha--OH

TMG:<font color="#000000">Right. Replace all Yondallon with Dammaron.

TMG:<font color="#000000">*Damarron.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Scientist Shankfang discusses temporal physics.

Halfling:<font color="#000000">&quot;No flying carpets for everyone yet, then, huh.&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ve hef zumddink even betta!&quot; :D

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt can't help but chuckle at the man's good humor.

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

Halfling:<font color="#000000">&quot;Drat. There's a market to be filled!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do any of you three have any more questions?&quot;

Evoker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that 'sculptor' bastard dead?&quot;

Evoker:<font color="#000000">&quot;He should be. I think I got the fireball off in time.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And actually, to answer a possible one, the man Jonah/Johan/whatevertheflipitwasInevergotright Restren has been dealt with.&quot;

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

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dat vas before Hy joined de group.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Right the first time then.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I...must also admit to something, for which no apology can be made.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...it's been two and a half months since Jonah Restren was dealt with.&quot; Gnogglebolt sighs.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dat long? Huh.&quot;

Halfling:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah well. Two days is still plenty of time to get to Castleton before the Tricksters' Feast!&quot;

Cleric of Corellon:<font color="#000000">&quot;... You're incorrigable, aren't you?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(or was it one and a half? Don't dare open up wiki right now. :B )

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dat's vere ve're goink!&quot; :D

Halfling:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, I'm Cobb, not Incorrigable.&quot;


 * Cleric of Corellon just shakes his head slowly with a small smile.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Dat reminds me...&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy don' tink ve hef given out names yet!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt's slightly surprised there hasn't been a query on why it's taken this long to free them even with the man being dealt with. Well, he's not going to complain for the lack of guilt trip.

Cleric of Corellon:<font color="#000000">Two months doesn't mean a lot to an elf.

Evoker:<font color="#000000">Ditto.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy'm Shenkfang, de Deffrider. Dis is Gnogglebolt,my future brodder-in-lav.&quot; :3

Halfling:<font color="#000000">There's a festival soon. |D

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt smacks his forehead. Shankfang, it's not like everyone needs to KNOW that... He thinks furiously.


 * Liatai scrambles for Elven names. XD

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">We are your heroes for today. :3

Evoker:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... huh?&quot;

Evoker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Future.... brother-in-law?&quot; O_o

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ramblings of a halforc. Pay no heed.&quot;

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

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;He's schtill in denial.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt forces a neutral expression.

Cleric of Corellon:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gaelavel Gysseanea, sworn to Corellon Larethian's service.&quot;

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

Halfling:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cobb'll do.&quot; :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Pleasure to meet hyu hall.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So..yes. You're all still in Redtree, feel free to move about, get used to the new season catch up on your affairs. Any questions?&quot;

Evoker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have you dealt with those goblins, too?'

Evoker:<font color="#000000">&quot;If not, I know where I'm headed.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;....Yes The goblins have been dealth with.&quot; Gnogglebolt says emphatically.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*period after 'yes'

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*dealt

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Any more questions, or do you all want to get going?&quot;

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


 * Cleric of Corellon shakes his head. &quot;None I can't figure out as the days go on.&quot;

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

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Evoker: &quot;Good.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Evoker: &quot;Good.&quot; Gnogglebolt: &quot;Any more questions, or do you all want to get going?&quot; RAM is disconnected. * Cleric of Corellon shakes his head. &quot;None I can't figure out as the days go on.&quot; RAM has connected.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Very well. Welcome back to the land of the ambulatory.&quot;

Halfling:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where's the nearest pub?&quot; |3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Maybe ve vill see hyu in Kestleton for de festival.&quot; :3

Evoker:<font color="#000000">&quot;That sounds like a good idea.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">And... scene?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Aww, I wanted to see their reactions to Dragula...

GM:<font color="#000000">Now here's an interesting question.

GM:<font color="#000000">All of those three were potential NPCs you could have taken along to defeat Briarclaw. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">...that's...not a question...

TMG:<font color="#000000">(/Abridged!Piccolo)

RAM:<font color="#990000">Patience, Techy.

TMG:<font color="#000000">;P

GM:<font color="#000000">Imagine how different things might have gone with some of these other personalties? :3


 * RAM came in after Briarclaw.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Not having Aelian and Edaric...

TMG:<font color="#000000">A very interesting thought, yes.


 * Shankfang the Deffrider would have shot Briarclaw in the face!

GM:<font color="#000000">Mmkay. Let's shut 'er down. :3

RAM:<font color="#990000">Mkay. :3

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


 * RAM enjoyed.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Especially throwing a wrench in Gnoggle's plan.

RAM:<font color="#990000">A Half-Orc shaped wrench named Shankfang.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yep. :&gt; Actually, I was hoping for more description of the general townsfolk reactions to seeing Gnogglebolt again, but was still good. :&gt;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hokay, so...

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