Session 121

Ghostwish has connected.

Meany has connected.

VAE has connected.

RAM has connected.

Dr. Hatari has connected.

Meany:Ladymen.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">One of these days I'm going to sit down and memorize the armor tables. &gt;:d

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">No you're not. ^_^

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Sooo...

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Cyral isn't dead? :v

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">He had Tathi-Insurance.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Not at this present moment. We'll see.

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

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

</i>Railock:<font color="#000000">I am here just got home, still settling in

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;4+9d4+20 = 4 + 27 + 20 = 51&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No worries. I'll keep stattin'. :3


 * Meany pats Railockz.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Jeez. This guy would be a great mystic theurge if he felt inclined. &gt;:d 18 Int 18 Wis.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">I wonder if there's a big fat list of celestials somewhere...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Celestials as in full celestials, or celestials as in celestial creatures?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Full celestials.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And how do you define celestials? Just outsiders, or creatures that are divided along the guardinial/archon/eladrin/angel lines?

VAE:<font color="#000000">heh. Mystic theurge is fun.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Thanks to a feat you can get into the class lots earlier

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Er.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Agents of gods and goddesses. ^_^;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">I'm making Bree's call center list okay? :P

VAE:<font color="#000000">Southern Mage - gives you the ability to prepare arcane spells as divine and opposite. Means you need just one divine class level x3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Lia; actually, Celestials includes any Good-aligned outsider, even a few that don't fit into Guardinal/Eladrin/Archon/Angel

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That's why I was asking, Glitch.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Justicars. for instance (in like, MM 4 or MM 5)


 * Liatai pushes Glitch toward Ghostwish. &quot;Here, have a celestial expert. :B&quot;


 * Ghostwish sits on Glitch's head. Skunk hat get.


 * Ghostwish whips out notepad.


 * Meany has just gotten through several playthroughs of ME.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;8+3d8+4 = 8 + 17 + 4 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;


 * Meany hears Justicar, thinks of Samara.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Okay we're dealing with the Brawler here, so think aggressive, good-aligned celestials.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Hound Archon?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You realize the only purpose of him taking Divination was to talk to Kord for lulz, right

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Already on the list.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The entire point is negated otherwise. =w=;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Ayup. And I take lulz very seriously. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You're ruining it

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171;&#160;5d6d2 = 18&#160;&#187; &#171;&#160;5d6d2 = 17&#160;&#187; &#171;&#160;5d6d2 = 17&#160;&#187; &#171;&#160;5d6d2 = 14&#160;&#187; &#171;&#160;5d6d2 = 14&#160;&#187; &#171;&#160;5d6d2 = 17&#160;&#187;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Kord? Yeah, you'll want Eladrins and Angels, probably. (Guardinals are NG, Archons are LG, Eladrin are CG, and Angels are any G, they work for everyone)

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(anyway, let's take this to irc, ghost :U)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">This is a boss-quality set of stat rolls. XD

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">You know what you must do.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">This character.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Must be.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Big Boss.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">so ... two 18s and two 17s ?

VAE:<font color="#000000">That's better than Sandor's stats.

VAE:<font color="#000000">(Original, D20 modern Sandor)

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">*writerywritewritey* And which MMs should I be digging through?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hell, Burmy and Sandor don't have so many high scores between them and they got great stats

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Hatari, you'll see how much I'm ruining it when the spell is answered initially by hair band music.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We'll see. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Blame Arcalane.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">This is really my main problem. A bunch of my MM copies don't have proper table of contents. ^^;;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">And they don't list types.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">You.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Might want to get BoED too.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">It has a bunch of new types of celestials. :V

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">I has. New celes- oh awesome.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">However. It is locked.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ghostwish, irceeeee

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Game hasn't started yet. :P

VAE:<font color="#000000">the celestials are like, the only good thing in that awful, awful book

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


 * Meany sets VAE's lunch on fire.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Too late

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I wonder if this group could take out an osyluth. Hatari, what's your estimate? Should I swap it out for an erinyes?


 * Meany sets VAE on fire then.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Of course they could.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Osyluths aren't that strong.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">My gut feeling says no, but I'm unsure.

VAE:<font color="#000000">(even the smaller groups. I mean, each has at least one 11HD character)

VAE:<font color="#000000">and Lyle's a malconvoker

Liatai:<font color="#000000">This isn't Lyle's group.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well, Thomas has a Blessing of the Righteous prepared, so its DR would be thwarted. The main thing would be its irritating terror aura sending people running. Buuut Thomas also has Remove Fear.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">So yes they could probably take an Osyluth.

Rhoda Rosalyn:<font color="#000000">I would likely have that on standby as well, knowing what we're up against. Okay, lemme adjust some things.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Fear effects. &gt;:|

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

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ram, Vargoth just ninja'd me

Glitch:<font color="#000000">totally ninja'd me

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">brb MUFFIN LOAF &gt;:O

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Muffin... loaf? :o

RAM:<font color="#990000">I think DM of the Rings said it best, right here. http://www.shamusyoung.com/twentysidedtale/?p=1168

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well I don't have muffin tins so I bake it in a loaf.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Muffin bread. :o

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


 * RAM jealouses.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hmm, hmm. The cats have all been locked in the stables for further processing... now then. For the tricky bit.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">How to get Tom back with the rest of the party. &gt;:d

VAE:<font color="#000000">for further processing. ..

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well.

VAE:<font color="#000000">We have prisoners

VAE:<font color="#000000">they need checking for possession

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Lets go upstairs and check on the rest of the party!!! D|

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes. Examining to make sure there are no more devils hiding in them looking to jump ship. :B

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">ach, whar be railock :o

Glitch:<font color="#000000">He's not responding :o

Glitch:<font color="#000000">roll call?

Fang:<font color="#000000">This one was hiding in the forge and jumped out when the door was opened. Sneaky little feline.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">They're probably arguing with each other and being idiots and on the cusp of PvP :E *bricked*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">But yeah, that sounds most viable. :3

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">They'll manage. We need to secure the basement door. Unless one of them calls for backup that's what we're gonna do.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Can I level up yet? &gt;:|

Rhoda Rosalyn:<font color="#000000">But sir, plot.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">when did you gain enough XP to?

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, it was probably back *under* yoriver

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What level will you be going to, first?

VAE:<font color="#000000">which means you should be able to

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">A while ago.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Lia just wouldn't let me last session. &gt;:|

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Level 11.

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

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl doesn't level until Start of a New Day.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Since there seem to have been some strange problems with tokens reverting XP amounts -- actually, one moment.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">So stop yer bitchin'.

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah, Lia

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Not my fault you took a race with a LA.

VAE:<font color="#000000">If I didn't *know* I levelled up, because I rn throught the paperwork, I'd have been short over 5k XP

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&#171; &#160;1d8 = 5&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187;

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl has no LA anymore.

GM:<font color="#000000">Since there seem to have been some strange problems with tokens reverting XP amounts, I'd recommend that you guys also record your XP in a separate place. If anybody's not ECL 11 by the end of Yoriver, something's gone wrong. Please alert your friendly neighborhood DM if that's the case. :3

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">He just leveled twice in one day.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">:E

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">The most important day of your life that you don't care about.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">That I can't actually remember.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">I am mostly here now

GM:<font color="#000000">Right, Glitch, you said you had some business to discuss before we started?

Gamal-Junayd whispers: glitch wants to push gamal against a wall and shout at him but gaml isn't likely to allow that and doesn't want me trying to slip out

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh, there's rail

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

</i><font color="#FF0000"> is that the issue? People are recording xp on their tokens..? Isn't it well known enough by now that maptools does a 3-5 second delayed token revert at random intervals that we should never presume to track things on the incredibly unreliable tokens?

You whisper to Railock: Clarify? ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Uhh... I recorded XP on tokens throughout the game?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Like, since forever?

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


 * Dr. Hatari double facepalsm.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I've been recording EXP on tokens the entire campaign, too. :B

Gamal-Junayd whispers: glitch wants to push gamal against a wall and shout at him about running ahead. but gaml isn't likely to allow that and he doesn't want me trying to slip out but sit there and listen to him do a speech

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I was just gone for three weeks and never got a chance to level Shankfang when he actually reached level 11.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The fact that you've been doing it a long time.. isn't an argument in its favor.. =w=;;;;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Maybe that's the reason Tom's so far ahead.

VAE:<font color="#000000">He's the only one whose XP doesn't get randomly fucked

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I only ever record XP on a 3rd party sheet.

You whisper to Railock: So then, have Gamal push back. If all else fails, some more level-headed characters will realign the focus.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Same.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Anyways, I'll start recording elsewhere when Burmy shows up. I can't be arsed to switch quite yet.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">I update token exp when I feel like being nice to the token.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">gamal is getting up there cause I record on other sites

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Otherwise, no, it doesn't get shit.

Gamal-Junayd whispers: from him Glitch whispers: if Gamal reacts, the scene is broken

You whisper to Railock: Hooboy. Okay.

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

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Chatting with Rail

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Would you please care to make your plans public?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I have a question, Lia.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes, RAM?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">One of my new abilities uses hero points.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Actually, nevermind it, because it seems Rail doesn't like the plan. :B

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Should I just strike that bit, or chenge it?

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

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">I have no problem with you doing things

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">but I'm going to react

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Blunderbuss Skill (Ex): At 3rd level, the gunman is adept at firing a blunderbuss in the most effective way, naturally loading the weapon and using the environment and angle to get the most effective blast possible. When he fires a blunderbuss, add his gunman level to the Reflex save DC for half damage. If the gunman spends a hero point while firing a blunderbuss, increase the DC by a further +10, and the blunderbuss also deals an extra +1d6 points of damage.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">when you said &quot;Glitch whispers: if Gamal reacts, the scene is broken&quot; it really isn't rp at that point but you telling a story by yourself

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">You don't get to script others' actions

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">I can react. And it might acvtually go better. if your a bit more flexible

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Chenge -- slipping into the accent a bit early? Lemme read.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">VAE: You don't get to script others' actions

RAM:<font color="#990000">I'm bekoming more Jaeger by de day. :P

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Did with Meany once, planned out beforehand.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">I really want you to do this rp. but this isn't cinema it's table top

Glitch:<font color="#000000">When Holdart and Domino met, we planned out Holdart cutting off Domino.

RAM:<font color="#990000">If he agreed to it, great.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">That's the point of planning it.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah, I'd just strike that bit out. Shankfang's not really a blunderbuss type, anyway. :3 We can do some more rule tweaking post-game.

RAM:<font color="#990000">But that doesn't give you carte blanch.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I am telling you guys.. precedent of doing something wrong is not a supporting argument.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Quit it. =w=;;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Sounds good to me, Lia.

RAM:<font color="#990000">That's the only problem I have with the Gunman class. A lot of the abilities are...useless.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Glitch - the fact that it worked with that particular character of Meany doesn't mean it works with every

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Still, if Gamal is going to react, Gamal is going to react, and Vonain, as a Dynamic, should be able to roll with that. Think you're up for the challenge? :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Hm. That must be a system where AP are much more valuable than usual.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">+10 DC is great.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Danman; which would be the entire point of why I'm asking before hand. But rail says no, so no it is.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Blunderbuss Skill, Pistol Swap, double-barrel blast...

VAE:<font color="#000000">Cutting someone off, as itself isn't something rare. But, like all RP, it has to come from the characters and situation, not external fiat.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">If Vonain has something to say, he should say it, but he shouldn't expect that people will sit back and just take it, unless that's how the Trinity does things. If it is, that's interesting RP. :3

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">If your char would get mad. then get mad, play it out. my char will react he's not a manikin to sit there and be yelled at. that's more szeyel's stick of ignoring the world

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">spot on.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Still confused about Hip Shooting, whether he gets to make AoOs at range using it or not. If not, then it's also useless. &gt;:|

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Besides, cutting someone off can be done unscripted, too. Remember the mini with Serrierr and Masabel? :3

RAM:<font color="#990000">Buuut yeah, rule tweaking can wait.

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

Glitch whispers: not how the trinity does it, just Vonain in this instance because something really hit Vonain deep. But you can't speech to someone if they don't stand there.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I had Masabel start a sentence, but stop, because I expected another one was coming. In the log it reads very organically.

Glitch whispers: since Rail doesn't want to do that, it's just not going to happen.

You whisper to Glitch: So don't speech. Just discuss. :3

Glitch whispers: except that's not the point.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Basically, I think the lesson here is...

You whisper to Glitch: If Vonain's mad enough and hit deep enough to do so, feel free to have him react. He SHOULD.

Glitch whispers: Nevermind it

RAM:<font color="#990000">Don't scrap what you wanna do just because you can't be guaranteed it'll go how you want.

RAM:<font color="#990000">That's dumb.

You whisper to Glitch: Just don't expect people to stand there and take it, especially not a warrior type like Gamal. It's a give and take. ^^;

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

You whisper to Glitch: Please, have him do SOMETHING if he's hit that deeply.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean... if I played like that, Miron would never do anything

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I'll scrap whatever I want that I make up. :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">Then you're dumb.

RAM:<font color="#990000">End of story, moving on.

You whisper to Glitch: I'm practically begging you here, have your character react with emotions if he's hit emotionally. D|

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hell, there were times that I had no idea how will go that almost got him killed. More often than not, in fact. Did it stop me? No. Because it was what the character would absolutely do then

You whisper to Glitch: It doesn't matter if it's not the scene you had pictured. Just have him react SOMEHOW. Please. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">I am breaking the taboo.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">I am listening to Danny Boy.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">what taboo?

VAE:<font color="#000000">and what danny boy?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oop, be back in two shakes.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">It's the stereotypical 'irish song' for America.

VAE:<font color="#000000">link?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's not a good listening song.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Jgma--0WYU

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Meany is just being all hipster again.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">I am trying to be unhipster.

RAM:<font color="#990000">When is Meany not being all hipster?

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">By actually listening to the song.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">I will choke you to death, Ram.

RAM:<font color="#990000">You will try.

RAM:<font color="#990000">And you will fail.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's not a recreational music song. It's fucking Danny Boy. It's the definition of being hipster. :P


 * Meany throws up hands.

VAE:<font color="#000000">The song is meh

RAM:<font color="#990000">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QK8mJJJvaes

RAM:<font color="#990000">For your amusement.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Didn't say it was good. Just said I was actually listening to it for the first time, because I hadn't done that before.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">CELESITAL CALL CHART MADE. *farts*

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">http://randomgifs.net/?p=5982

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">VAE, what did we tell you about letting your experiments out before their faces grow back?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">http://randomgifs.net/?p=1463

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">This is an awfully long two shakes.

VAE:<font color="#000000">More like five and half a shake

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Pardon, yeah. Trying to work out a few things.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Liatai.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Be honest.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Do you need us to drive up there.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">And help you hide the bodies?

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


 * VAE sigh.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">aww you never let us help you with the fun stuff!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Always remember to burn the evidence.

RAM:<font color="#990000">You sure?

RAM:<font color="#990000">I could be there in six hours.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm sure. XP They're making pizza.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Mmm, pizza...

GM:<font color="#000000">So, how are folks doing today?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Me: http://randomgifs.net/?p=4518

GM:<font color="#000000">All caffeinated if that's your preference? Fed, watered, used the facilities?

VAE:<font color="#000000">fine.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Good here!

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Enduring complaints about the lack of bacon.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">BUT I CAN IGNORE IT.

GM:<font color="#000000">No BACON?! That's a catastrophe! *brick'd*

GM:<font color="#000000">Who's ready to roll?

RAM:<font color="#990000">\o/

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Rail still isn't, apparently. :B

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">I'm on hold on a phone

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">but I think at this point he may be suggesting continuing anyway

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I was ready two hours ago. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Go on, go, take care of phone, get that mental hook out of your brain so you can get into char mindset

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

GM:<font color="#000000">... Okay, really quick, can I get a roll call? :B

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

GM:<font color="#000000">I'm timing you, starting... NOW! :09

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Present.... no, rail, you should not be, go take care of phone &gt;:O

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Don't want a distracted dude &gt;:O

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">FRENCHMEN.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">and oh look. the random talking things tell me that my problem is now taken care of over an internet form. stupid phone.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Where's Ghost?

RAM:<font color="#990000">He's on hold, he might as well be here.

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

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">blizzard must of had lots of people lose their authenticators it's now autimated

GM:<font color="#000000">Hatari, I know's here. GHOSTWISH!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Thought he meant -he- had someone -else- on hold. &gt;.&gt;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">no I was on hold

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">So, um. Not on hold anymore, then?

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">no, filling out their internet form

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

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Everyone.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Join the summoning.

GM:<font color="#000000">Okay, guys, help me pelt Ghost with waffles.

GM:<font color="#000000">He's being an ass on Steam. :P


 * GM is brick'd.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">XP

RAM:<font color="#990000">When is he not being an ass?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Liatai trying to get me into the game: http://randomgifs.net/?p=5179

GM:<font color="#000000">Anyway! Last session on Akellon, the party assisted with taking back Mace HQ! So far, results have been mixed.


 * VAE nods

GM:<font color="#000000">The commander's office was taken -- but the commander wasn't in it. There have been no fatalities so far, but there has been at least one close call. To make matters worse, Thomas had to be called off to go take care of a sudden possession problem.

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

GM:<font color="#000000">We resume the session in the commander's office, shortly after the party brought down the &quot;lieutenant...&quot; Miron has a cure spell ready to go.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;So who else saw an inevitable casuality by bringing a evocationist along coming?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Couldn't you like.. tone down the power of your spells a little, love?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Indeed. As disgusting as it is, I did touch this &quot;lieutenant&quot; fellow.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Never.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fuck you, Tathi.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait,&quot; the actual lieutenant growls, a bit raspily. &quot;Interrogation will be difficult if he is possessed.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is he stable?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If I don't do anything, he'll kick the bucket and then it'll get difficult, Lieutenant.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vell hyu vouldn't be de first, Taddi.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Didn't you say there was another place the commander might be? Shouldn't we be checking there?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He is stable.. but not looking too well.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl sets the desk down on the ground back where it was. Aside from the scattered paperwork, and finger dents, it is back to normal. :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy hef...tvo so far, Hy tink?&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Provided he's not handled roughly, he'll keep.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you think, brother..&quot;

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

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bring them.&quot; The lieutenant stoops, picking up the heavily-armored inquisitor with difficulty, and a metallic cacophony of armor on armor. &quot;The other groups should have taken the mess hall by now.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl has no difficulty grabing these three, trying to keep the Cyral from being tussled too much.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">OM NOM NOM

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;What bird?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Raven, in the lieutenant's storage room.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;There is a bird on the shelf here, watching.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;....A small animal watching us, in a den of magic users.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;....Yeah, that's someone's familiar.&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Green-eyed?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Did you forget the weasel in the lounge?&quot;


 * Dr. Hatari snrks at chair clickable.


 * Swallowtail peers. &quot;....&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">What chair?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes! Someone noticed! XD

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">The stacked chairs. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">oh there they are |D

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Dark, but yes.&quot;

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

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot; Rakka. &quot; The inquisitor stands. &quot;Sir?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whose bird is it?&quot;


 * Roy Stanford sighs, looking around at the Guardians. &quot;... How confident are you in your bird-catching abilities?&quot;

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

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Silas'. Our head analyst.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lieutenant, uh.. I'm not a cat, let's say.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy kould certainly 'katch' it, dependink on how hyu define 'katch.'&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;If he's possessed, or his master is, we could be feeding the enemy intel... but we have no way to be certain.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt suddenly crouches down and starts searching around the floor. Search: &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 19 + 18 = 37&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; to find the failed Tangling Net

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, here it is, still packed in a ball, good.&quot; Gnogglebolt holds up what looks like a ball of wires and springs.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, Shankfang, you want to take this one?' Gnogglebolt says as he packs the ball into the Bombchucker.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl idly activates his hat o' disguise.

Rakka:<font color="#000000">The bird hops about, hiding behind a book.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're a better shot than I am, might as well go for a guarantee.&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Le take~

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Yes we do!&quot; :o

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt hands over the bombchucker to Shankfang.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;We have Tom! I'll go see if I can find him --&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Uh... catching a bird with a cannon like that?'

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Ranged Touch Attack

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not alone!&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Is this 'bombchucker' MW or anything similar?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you *sure*?&quot;

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

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;Help!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Masterwork, duh.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">oh, no, nothing like that

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">COMMENCE DOUBLE-TAKE MONTAGE.

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( I return. :3 ))

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(masterwork is usually abreviated mwk )

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 9 + 3 = 12&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Knowledge Arcana check.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">On talking birds.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh, talking bird, huh?

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

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;I surrender, help!&quot; The bird waves its wing over the books.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">DC 10: http://www.paperspencils.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/1311763417814.jpg

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Worth more points. &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 19 + 17 = 36&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Ranged Touch Attack on the bird.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Caught like a baws. :|

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;What in the world are you doing to that bird?&quot;

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

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;THAT DOESN'T HELP!&quot; The bird squawks, flailing around in the net. &gt;8V

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Netted bird get!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">The net quickly tangles around the bird and shrinks! Reflex save to avoid immobilization, but entangled anyway, and flight is gone

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who do you serve?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Quick, or you're going to the cats!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Call me Shankfang, Bird Catcher.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Definitely a familar. Some wild crows and ravens have been known to mimic human words every now and then, but only familiars actually know what they are saying.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's half a dozen of them outside the compound and they look hungry&quot;


 * Rakka is squawking indignantly. &quot;I never even liked this book --&quot; A pause. The bird peers at Miron. &quot;... They're still around?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What do you think&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyh, Adelaide kan't talk.&quot; :.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt steps into the room, and shoots Miron a dirtly look. &quot;There's no point in threatening the familiar, is there? It's the master we want. Alive, that is.&quot; Gnogglebolt turns back to the net'd bird. &quot;Okay, calm down...talking bird thing. We just needed to make sure you couldn't escape.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">A sack is tossed across the room to the crew near the bird. &quot;Don't waste time. Bag him. We'll have him checked with the others.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Or, Hy hef nefer heard him talk, hennyvay.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The familiar is a part of its master.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They are linked. Remember, the drunk snake?&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, everything will be okay, bird. We're gonna take you, but we don't have any reason to hurt you.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We can get useful information from it, just like we would out of the master.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'll be reunited with your master as soon as possible.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can, anyhow, if you wouldn't mind, Lieutenant?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">You realize you're talking to a sack now, right? :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Said before going into the sack. :

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh no no no not the bag --&quot; Flump. &quot; Of all the indignities, I'm telling you, help! &quot;

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Man, that bird obviously peacefully surrendered.

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot; Sorry, Rakka. &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Uh...okay, Shankfang, go ahead and give the bird to Stanford, I suppose. He'll know what to do.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;So, vat now?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Gods of the forest, I'm glad Kor can't talk.&quot;

Kor:<font color="#9900FF">HEY. &gt;:|

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I would be happier if the rat talked and you were mute.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Adelaide is dummkopf.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">He is not!

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;We bring our prisoners to the mess hall, to the exorcist.&quot; The lieutenant picks up some of the other inquisitors as the group passes, since Sszeyl has these ones, somehow.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Adelaide is spiffy!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;And that is why I talk. Because making you unhappy is very fulfilling, pug nose.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Have you not seen his shades?!

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">I'll bet if he could talk he would sound like Bebop from TMNT anyways.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You mean more fulfilling than that stick up your arse?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Okay okay, enuff fighty, more doey.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;So, we're secure now? Are we assuming Whitaker has rabbited?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Or is there anything left to check?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyu tvo kan rip each odders heads off later.&quot;

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think there was one unopened door in the hallway. Where does that one lead?&quot; Gnogglebolt asks, looking up at the local inquisitors.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;We will secure the rest of the building when our prisoners are secure,&quot; the lieutenant growls. &quot;Whitaker possesses healing skill.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Move.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;As ordered, Lieutenant.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah. Very well.&quot;

Rakka:<font color="#000000">The bird is still raising a ruckus inside the sack.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain falls in line...but not before glancing at Gamal a few times, looking slightly antsy before he settles down.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hush, bird. Hyu are annoyink.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( Back. ))

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I could always knock the bird out. wouldn't hurt him. much.&quot;


 * Teeny Rin read that line as 'falls in love' at first.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">You can imagine I read that twice.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">what line?

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

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">After some trials and tribulations, the prisoners are brought downstairs, and the door to the mess hall is opened.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Had fun?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You missed on a lot, Lyle.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Is everyone okay?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cyral got his head stirred by his own desk.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">A number of inquisitors within are bandaging wounds. &quot;I would say we had a fair share of excitement...&quot;

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


 * Thomas Lazarus exhales and raises a hand in greeting.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;That, we will need to ask you about, inquisitor.&quot; The lieutenant hefts an inquisitor, bringing him in.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Said he was &quot;Lieutenant Cyral&quot; now, but Sszeyl here whacked it out of his head. And that's not even saying about the ball lightning. The bugger's beaten up, fried and ready to serve by now &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">... And being particularly on-guard, he searches the group over with his slayer's sight, before even being asked.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes?&quot; He's distracted by his task.


 * Grant Warner moves to assist. Let the DM move everyone to where they need to be.


 * Roy Stanford notices Tom's eyes glowing, and reconsiders. &quot;Carry on.&quot;

Leila Cooper:<font color="#000000">The dead kyton is shoved under a table to make room.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Too many of us share titles now, this gets confusing. |D;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Uh, excuse me, Stanford sir, will be we checking that last room upstairs?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">He already said not. :P

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">You might not want to bother him right now, Gnogglebolt. He's carrying inquisitors.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It shouldn't take Tom more than 30 seconds to check the whole room. If there are fiends successfully hidden in here, they must actively be trying to hide their auras.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;A fine mess this is.&quot; The elf comments quietly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Any deaths..?&quot; He murmurs.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, not so far.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tathi came close to frying Cyral though.&quot;

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

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Every one of them, except the raven and Rum, manifest strong evil auras. Some have dual auras -- faint and strong for Hanson, Cyral, Greybourn, Moore, and Tremain. Dual strong, for Branston. The raven manifests no evil auras. Rum... has an overwhelming evil aura.


 * Roy Stanford straightens. &quot;... We will, once the situation has been made clear, gnome.&quot; He looks to Thomas, waiting for his report.

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I first thought he was addressing Miron &quot;We will be frying Cyral? Wat?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs in dismay. &quot;... This is hard to read. ... But I believe many of the inquisitors here have minor fiends possessing them.&quot; He points at Rum. &quot;..That.. feels like an Osyluth, though. Or something close to their aura.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Phone. &gt;:| ))

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm not possessed, I'm telling you, help!&quot; squawks the bag. &gt;:V


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow at the bag. &quot;...??&quot;


 * Grant Warner starts. &quot;... Rakka?&quot; &gt;:.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A bird. Some bugger's familiar.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Well ... whoever that is, I believe them.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Captured familiar.&quot; Tathi says at Thomas' look.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Careful. Fiends can be deceptive.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Archimedes, no!

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl frowns.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">It's filthy in dere.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Just a second.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Aelian, could you come with me real quick?&quot;

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you, someone with sense!&quot; the bag squawks. &quot;Get me out of here, we need help!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">In which case, he turns his (slightly gore tarnished) blade around, and bumps the sack with the pommel.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">De-bagged?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;There can be a hidden devil.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">No de-bagged.


 * Ansramil Hawkin winces. &quot; Sorry, Rakka. We need to be careful. &quot;

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Hey, what just hit me?! Easy on the wings!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">If Holy works through plate armor it can work through bags. \o/

Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( Ghost? :V ))

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Bah.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian blinks, but follows at Sszeyl.

Rakka:<font color="#000000">The bag hops and flops a bit. &gt;:O

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;We forgot a familiar upstairs.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Best go collect it.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Which one?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Weasel, I think.&quot;

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who's poking me, I'm telling you, stop it and let me out of here!&quot; &gt;:E

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Hrm. Where did we see if, if we did?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">^^; &quot;He's definitely fine..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;It was last seen in here.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">. . . Are Archivist's Branston's family into making pickles by any chance?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There would've been a reaction if he were secretly possessed.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian carefully scans the room. Spot?

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Also, pffffft. XD

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Still, what was it doing there?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Assisting spot.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 15 + 11 = 26&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Spot check!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It can't hurt to keep the bird in the sack.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 9 + 13 = 22&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; spot

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll tell you once you let me out of here! We need help, I'm telling you!&quot; &gt;:E

VAE:<font color="#000000">Cheese and branston pickle makes for awesme.


 * Thomas Lazarus gives Miron a flat look. &quot;... Jailing the world would technically make it safer, yes.&quot;


 * Roy Stanford nods. &quot;Let him go. Report in, men.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;My arse. You can talk in a sack, besides, we're here to help.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Re-de-bagged!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack, I'm being called.

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

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( CURSES. ))

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think the bird is trying to tell us something.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Let's give the enemy another pair of eyes, why not?

</i>Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shankfang, take him out again and let's hear what he's trying to say.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Are you blind? I already did. &gt;:|

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And stop telling me what to do! &gt;:O

VAE:<font color="#000000">he's just short

VAE:<font color="#000000">and say it IC

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">My bad. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">PUT A SHIRT ON.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy already did. Stop tellink me vat to do. Iz annoyink.&quot; &gt;:|

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">NO U!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">SHIRTS ARE FOR THE WEAK!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, um. Bird. What were you trying to say?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">(lia is gone0

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">In the meantime YuGiOh abridged updated. |D

RAM:<font color="#990000">I like Yu Yu Hakusho Abridged, myself. :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">&quot;Say 'I can has cheesburger!'&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">&quot;I can has cheeseburger?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nature calls, be back in a pinch

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">ZGonna pinch one off eh? :P

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hey, I couldn't help notice you're not being mindfucked right now. Thought I'd pop over and fix that.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Well, I need to take mom to dinner, on account of not havin' nothing here suitable for her. Mothers. :P

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">We're gonna be leaving at 50. :3

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Estimated afk time? :V

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">in 50.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Ah, coo'.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">brain. XP

Glitch:<font color="#000000">afk getting a snack

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

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">No you're not.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">You're pretending to be back.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">But in reality you're off solving world hunger to prove you can.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ugggh, too much cheeeeeeese. @.@

VAE:<font color="#000000">No

VAE:<font color="#000000">There's no such thing as too much cheese.

VAE:<font color="#000000">There plain isn't.

RAM:<font color="#990000">There is for her.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nop.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nuh-huh

VAE:<font color="#000000">Such concept is alien to me

Rakka:<font color="#000000">The bird flops around gamely on the table, still wrapped up in wires. :|

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">De-wired!

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Results on the spots? :V

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh! Spot checks. Lemme scroll up.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">YOU FIND NOTHING! &gt;:O

Lucky:<font color="#000000">-- Yep, there it is, you just saw a tail disappear under the bookshelf!


 * Ghostwish returns.


 * Ghostwish shakes off water on entire table.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Under the bookshelf.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I saw it. You go left, I go right.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Right.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian starts peering carefully under the bookshelf. As soon as he sees it, he's gonna grab it.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;The forge and armory have been retaken, sir. ... There were a few... difficulties, but thanks to Inquisitor Lazarus, no permanent harm was done. We encountered no fellow Macers, just a few chain devils and a... what'd you call it, an osyluth?&quot;

Lucky:<font color="#000000">Touch attack! &gt;:E

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 2 + 9 = 11&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; CMERE YOU

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">.................. it never fails.

Fiona Clementine:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Lazarus was amazing! Can we hire a Pelorite, sir?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Sorry darling. I already have dibs on him.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Oh that smirk.


 * Roy Stanford huffs with some small amusement, before turning to Warner. &quot;Difficulties of what sort?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 11 + 12 = 23&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Touch attack.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Pardon me another minute =w=;


 * Grant Warner looks down and away, arms folded, and after a long pause, says, &quot;.... Inquisitor Forrest was right. There was an erinyes in Fang. It decided to hop ship, sir. .... I'm sorry.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;....&quot; The lieutenant looks aside to Thomas. &quot;Countermeasures have been taken, I assume.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus smirks faintly at the praise! &gt;|3

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">THE FIRST TIME WOMEN HAVE EVER FOUGHT OVER THOMAS.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Did ze touch attack make it?

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">^o.o^ Big green dog comes up and sniffs at Swallowtail's foot.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Should I continue on to grapple?

Lucky:<font color="#000000">You now have an angry weasel. &gt;:E

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Ah, you got the little bugger. Go easy on em, familiars are tougher than normal animals, but still animals.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes sir. The incorporeal fiends have been banished back to Hell, and a corporeal, yes, Osyluth was slain.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl has an angry weasel in hand. &quot;I'll try.&quot;

Lucky: <font color="#0">(( I'm going to assume you got him. I literally have &quot;horrible&quot; written under his Grapple modifier. :B ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">My grapple mod is +16.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">So yeah.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Do I sense evil on this weasel?

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Got another one.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">./studio audience laughtrack


 * Roy Stanford nods, looking back to Warner. &quot;They have managed to ensnare minds better-trained than ours. What matters is that the fiend has been vanquished, and no permanent harm was done.&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">The laugh track...

VAE:<font color="#000000">That did it. This is M*A*S*H

VAE:<font color="#000000">and now I can't stop imagining Tom as one of the doctors there


 * Grant Warner looks the lieutenant in the eye, and nods seriously. &quot;... Yes, sir. The rest of the cats have been locked in the stables for evaluation once things get under control here.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">MASH but with nightmarishly alien and horrible monsters skulking around the corridors trying to kill people.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">So Alien: MASH.

Lucky:<font color="#000000">The weasel is evil! DOUBLE evil! Faint and strong.


 * Thomas Lazarus flinches.

VAE:<font color="#000000">@Tom - you mean the Vietnamese?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Wait, M*A*S*H was gulf war


 * Thomas Lazarus squints at the weasel. &quot;Sszeyl, that creature is possessed.&quot;


 * VAE seen it s long ago he barely remembers

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Please hold it still for me.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Slovak TV used to run it when I was, like, six

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl does so.

Lucky:<font color="#000000">The weasel suddenly convulses... You see a wisp of smoke rising off it.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Double evil with a large order of cackles?

Rhoda Rosalyn:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Get back! It's like the cat!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Gun loaded!

Lucky:<font color="#000000">The smoke rises up, and assails Sszeyl's face -- Sszeyl, roll a Will save!

RAM:<font color="#990000">Quick question.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+11+mod = 6 + 11 + 2 = 19&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Will save!

RAM:<font color="#990000">What's it mean if it has a double evil aura? :.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Added 2 for enchantment.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Their own, plus devil

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">--Wait what the.. YOU JUMPED BODIES WHILE I WAS LOOKING UP THE EXORCISM RULES!

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Bast, this happened in Buffy.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">CLEVER GIRL.

</i>* Thomas Lazarus is bricked.

VAE:<font color="#000000">A demon possessed a vampire

RAM:<font color="#990000">So a bunch of these people are evil anyway.

VAE:<font color="#000000">The demon inside a vampire killed it

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Oh hells. Of all the people it could have tried to possess...&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">A bunch of them have evil allignments

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Oh no, it's going for Sszeyl--wait. It might have to fight for it, there's already to many minds in that head... &quot; Gnogglebolt desperately starts looking through his betls for something useful.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Can I execute them? 83

VAE:<font color="#000000">No.

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

You whisper to Meany: You get a fleeting image of a cackling erinyes... and then the image of a very LARGE red dragon, GRINNING at it from behind. Hello. &gt;83

VAE:<font color="#000000">It. .. doesn't imply them being traitors *yet* Not before interrogation

VAE:<font color="#000000">Besides, the Mace can execute its own just fine

Sszeyl whispers: And then there's First oozing around. Hi.

You whisper to Meany: The erinyes flees, the red dragon snapping at it -- SNAP.

You whisper to Meany: Gulp.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl blinks.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;That was totally expected.&quot;

You whisper to Meany: '''... hrm. Fiends always taste overdone.''' The dragon licks his chops.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Sorry, oven went off. ))

Sszeyl whispers: Good to see you have your appetite back.

Miron:<font color="#000000">For example, I have a vaguely evil allignment, yet there's not much grounds for executing me, is there?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas, I hope you still have some tricks up your sleeve!&quot;

You whisper to Meany: More.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;No need.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;The dragon ate her.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;!?&quot; Thomas scans Sszeyl immediately. &gt;:|

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

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Some smoke furls out of Sszeyl's nostrils.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">so this is Angel vs. . . what the fuck was the demon in Giles called?

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... a dragon... ate it.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming for the reference

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He huffs in slight dismay.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;He hungers for more.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Long story, no time at the moment.:&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Just so you know.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well. .. I haven't ever seen a double possession, myself.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I guess this is why.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I would watch who you ask that, Miron.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Just Vargie's overwhelming aura there.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't sense it anymore, so your claim checks out. ... I guess it isn't surprising.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Just be careful around here.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's pretty easy to tell, Thomas; you can see his image overlaid with Sszeyl's, licking his chops. He looks tremendously pleased with himself. (Only Thomas can see it.)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;They could be in anything. It doesn't even need to be a living creature to be possessed. Don't lower your guard, alright?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. . . Doesn't need to be a living creature?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's right.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;They just have some obvious advantages as hosts.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Yup. Fiends can sometimes possess inanimate objects. I've actually seen that one before.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tiamat's three arses, now that's some news I could have done without.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Dangit! &gt;:E

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Gotta go be social again. Carry on.

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

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;If you leave a personal possession alone, the demon can hide in it, then when you pick it up, it's easier for it to hop to you.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">poor Lia

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Nasty business.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. There is a host of undead parasites I know, but it never gets quite this bad.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Kan dey possess magic tings?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't think they'll be trying it forever. Not now that they're losing ground so fast. They have to leave their bodies behind somewhere when they go out haunting.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;But I think they can't actually hide their auras in an object like they can a living creature...lemme think... How did that passage go again... &quot; Knowledge: Planes &#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 13 + 13 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Fuck .. . if one of them hid in my book...&quot;

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Can I let go of this thing yet?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus shrugs. &quot;..As far as I'm aware, yes. It's probably harder, but they can possess bishops and kings.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Put it in a bag.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What about pawns, rooks and queens?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor does a complete deadpan

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, scratch that what I said, just remembered, yes, they can 'hide' in objects as well.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns and folds his arms. &quot;... Well, to tell you the truth, it's still an evil little creature. But that doesn't necessarily mean it's an enemy or anything.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It'll probably just try to bite you and escape.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;True. Best put it in the sack.&quot;

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

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


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs and rests his blade up over a shoulder. &quot;Well... now that that excitement has been taken care of...&quot;

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tie that guy up in cords. He deserves it.&quot;

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;Belongs to that rat fink Cyral.&quot;

Lucky:<font color="#000000">The weasel chitters angrily at the raven. &gt;:E


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow at the now free raven. &quot;..Who's your master, Mr. Raven? What were you crying help about?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Can we trust the bird, Stanford?&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;To round out the report. The other side of the compound was relatively clear. Only three inquisitors. The problem lies in the fact of the hidden door.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's Lieutenant Stanford, you arse.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Namely, it appears to have been sealed.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;He's a civilian, he can say what he wants.&quot; =w=;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;He ain't our kommander, ve kan kall him vatefer ve vant.&quot; &gt;:|

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

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">=w=;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He isn't my commander either, but a measure of.. &quot; *sigh*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ve ain't Mace, eidder.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Quite a few of our number are proving low on spells, however. A kyton and several summoned barbazu were in this room.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, if the 'hidden door' has been sealed, I guess that cinches it; Whitaker probably scrammed.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Why do I even bother with this scum. Igor was right in one thing. I am getting old for *this* sort of bullshit.

</i>Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Though there was that one room upstairs that hasn't been opened, should we be worried about that?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Look, it took an effort to get them to not be outright hostile with them before. =w=;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's more than one way to skin a cat.&quot;


 * Grant Warner frowns automatically. *brick'd*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You still need a knife to do it.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Enough. Rakka, report.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hrmmm.. if only Sis would've come along.&quot;

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;Finally!&quot;

Rakka:<font color="#000000">The bird flaps about on the table. &quot;I trust you now to know that you're not with them, and so does Master. He could really use some help. Fast. They've got a couple free souls held in the second floor holding cells.&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mom's unplugging the router!

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

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

 You have disconnected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

</i>VAE:<font color="#000000">wb

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay, sorry, back. ^^;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah. Accidental unplugs suc

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The drama queen guest wanted to watch TV. So the TV was getting wheeled out into the kitchen. Problem is, it's connected to the same power strip at the router. ^^;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well, good that it's just that.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Did you slap her?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Where were we? &gt;:9

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No, the parents also want to watch TV. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Come on. You learned martial arts for a reason x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes, where were we, one moment...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes, for self-defense. If she attacks me I'll use it, and probably snap her like a twig with one hand. :B

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">We can only hope

Rakka:<font color="#000000">The bird flaps about on the table. &quot;I trust you now to know that you're not with them, and so does Master. He could really use some help. Fast. They've got a couple free souls held in the second floor holding cells.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Rakka was just reporting.

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Eeeh she sounds like too much of a prissy to attack you.

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Hold on.&quot; The bird's eyes flash a brighter shade of green for a moment. &quot;I'll getcha a more detailed report, lieutenant.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...In this building?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Now who the hell is this thing's master?

</i>Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt asks the raven

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Didn't someone already say who his master is?

VAE:<font color="#000000">I. . must have missed it

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Holding cells.&quot; &gt;:o

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">A few sessions ago, in exposition, Inquisitor Steelsprocket.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Eh. Even Miron has a finite memory.

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">That's Analyst Silas Blackwater's familiar.


 * Thomas Lazarus just in-character doesn't remember. \o/


 * VAE headdesk.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">No I mean earlier this session.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Like, an hour ago.

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


 * VAE goof'd

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Back from laundry run.

VAE:<font color="#000000">'s coming to the point where even I can't quite keep the detail in my head. Prb'ly will be really needing to make notes.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">He thought it would be okay to talk to me about bananas when I came back up.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Lolno.

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Okay, it's really fuzzy. Master's not in good shape. Hold on, need to get closer.&quot; The raven crouches, then flaps over to the mantle, as high as he can get.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bird, did you say second floor holding cells in this building?&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tell us on the way. Guardians, with me. Anything that can keep Blackwater contained is something that will require adventuring expertise.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well yeah they're right above us.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Sounds fun.&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;And us, sir?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods! &gt;:.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt checks his belt one more time--still running--and follows.


 * Thomas Lazarus pauses!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Drat.. if any of these folks regain consciousness, their fiends may try to escape..&quot;

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

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Secure the basement stairs. Sheythsanthi, archival team, watch over the possessed ones. We'll return shortly.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;On it, sir.&quot; The archivist is already drawing out some powdered silver.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*facepalms* ''Blackwater. Right. .. . Silas Blackwater, analyst, I think. He told us.. Bloody hell, the idiot again, I used to have a good memory. What *is* happening with me, anyhow? ''

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; Tom seems to recognise the gesture, and leaves it to Lyle.

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, they've got him in some kind of cage. Can't move. The shuffler's with him. There's something big and white in the way of the door, got a big sharp tail -- hard to get anything solid.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;White one.. that'd fit.&quot;


 * Roy Stanford is already moving off. Better keep up!

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Abishai. Devil of Tiamat.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*Pet devil

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We had the honour with one of them a few months ago, and then again 'round these parts.&quot;

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look, you try getting clear pictures from a wizard's head.It's something bald, white, sharp tail -- and it's gone.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Shit.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shit's brown.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hurry! If there's any others, my belt can stop them!&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;This way.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt quicky shuffles into position and aims his belt at the door. &quot; Okay, if there are any still in there, I've got them locked down.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Roll init, please.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Init: &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 11 + 1 = 12&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 14 + 3 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+0 = 4 + 0 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">(Initiative Roll : &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 8 + 9 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Is it time for fightink now? &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 5 + 5 = 10&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Initiative!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Init: &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 10 + 1 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Swallowtail:<font color="#FF0000">Init: &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 2 + 9 = 11&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 11 + 2 = 13&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Dex check!

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 7 + 4 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Quick question regarding physical ability score damage.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Can one still speak while, say, damaged to Dex 0 or Str 0?

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">They mught, but hard t make out

Glitch:<font color="#000000">None of the rules specify that as far as I know.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Remember lia

Glitch:<font color="#000000">So, DM's call.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Str 0 is botulism, Dex 0 is tetany

VAE:<font color="#000000">Soft vs hard paralysis.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I'd bet that dex 0, they have trouble not breaking their teeth by clatter.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 16 + 9 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Str 0, I'd be inclined to allow slurred speech

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Aw, drat, Ghost must be at dinner.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">oh yeah, ghost ran off after you DC'd. :B

Aelian:<font color="#000000">Ghostcharacters go to watch the prisoners.

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

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 4 + 2 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Here.&quot; Anybody doing anything pre-combat? &quot;Get ready.&quot;

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


 * Gamal-Junayd has weapons drawn and at the ready

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Nope, weapon ready.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Does Miron sitll have that inflict critical wounds charge that didn't get expended when he missed Hanson?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'd say no, he's touched things since then.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Fair.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl slips into Giant Killing Style, just in case.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">hope he didn't touch himself with that

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Let's see..

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor mumbles and a pale ,sickly light flickers around him.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Light of Lunia with Fell Drain cast.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, I still have 2x Mass Aid. &gt;:. Alright then! Thomas casts a bolstering prayer on everyone just before they barge in. &#171; &#160;1d8+11 = 8 + 11 = 19&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; temporary HP, and +1 morale bonus to hit/saves against fear.

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

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hold on, master, we're gonna get you -- hey, nice.&quot; :v


 * Roy Stanford looks around to make sure everyone's ready, then throws open the door!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;In the name of Saint Cuthbert, HANDS UP!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">*snrk*

VAE:<font color="#000000">Archivist Moss is *such a hipster*

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Lieutenant?!&quot; There are six people in prison cells in this room, and only one of them is standing. &quot;I-it's on the ce--&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Ceiling it is!

Osyluth 4:<font color="#000000">Something whips down from above, a wisp that turns into solid white as it impacts the man's chest. &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 16 + 12 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;3d4+2 = 8 + 2 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Oh, not an Abishai.&quot;

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

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

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">He staggers back, as the osyluth's bloody tail withdraws from the gaping hole it made. He coughs, weakly, and falls to one knee as the creature hovers above you.

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">oh shit I thought the thing was attacking Roy D:

GM:<font color="#000000">Well that's a right bloody mess... Gamal?

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 19 + 6 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Fort... Carry on...

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;''Mumbles! Master!''&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Tom?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;This one is immune to fire, correct?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">Okay. dodge on osyluth. gamal spins into the room, running under the beast as he then launches himself and runs up the wall, to the ciedling, striked at the beast as he jumps off the cieling to spin in the air, righting himself before he lands on the floor and and spins out of the room. tumble, jump, spring attack, and fluff.

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

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">(d20 Roll: &#171; &#160;Roll = 1d20 = Roll = 2 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Attack Roll : &#171;  &#160;Roll+18+AMod = 2 + 18 + 1 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Damage Roll: &#171;  &#160;Dam = 2d6+6+DMod = Dam = (9 + 6 + 0) = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) ''

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">was there a bonus on damage as well form aid or only attack?

Osyluth 4:<font color="#000000">That swipe swishes past the creature's gangly arms!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Every Baatezu is; Hell is a set of worlds too full of fire for anything else to prosper.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I see.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">oh well doesn't matter, done.


 * Roy Stanford barges into the room, and reaches up for the osyluth's ankles -- &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 9 + 18 = 27&#160;  &#187; touch attack. What the --

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+21 = 1 + 21 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Grapple check versus &#171;  &#160;1d20+19 = 1 + 19 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Can he even reach? o_o

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'd be surprised, Tom. There's few colder places than Stygia and Cania, and Malebolge 's not all that warm either.&quot;

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

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">..... Duel of the ones. XD

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

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh, it's not 10 feet up anymore.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Do I reroll or just allow fluff to take over?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well technically it's a tie and Roy has the higher modifier?

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Both fucked up

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Also, Tom.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, this is the opportunity for epic lulz

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Think of it. Both Roy and the defending devil did something very very very wrong

VAE:<font color="#000000">And I don't mean the sort of things that'd go in doujinshi

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">The creature yanks an ankle up, dragging Roy off his feet and trying to wrap its tail around to stab him -- but in doing so, seems to trip on thin air. The inquisitor loses his grip in midair, and makes a desperate grab for the tail -- They end up CRASHING to the ground in a tangle of limbs and black coat.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Prob'ly tripped on its own tail

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

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">He's still got a hold on the tail, though!

Sszeyl has received initiative.Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Let's see.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl just calmly walks up. &#171; &#160;1d20+24 = 7 + 24 = 31&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Jump check with the DC being the Osyluth's AC.

Osyluth 4:<font color="#000000">It's prone, and grappled. You've got it. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl calmly jumps into the air, turns, hits the ceiling feet first, crouches with the momentum from the jump, and pushes back the direction he came, crashing the osyluth's head with Sszeyl's own. Soaring Raptor Strike+Giant Killing Stance.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d120+12+1+2+4 = 16 + 12 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 35&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Attack roll, &#171;  &#160;1d10+6+4+6d6 = 10 + 6 + 4 + 20 = 40&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Damage.


 * Roy Stanford is trying to hold that deadly stinger away from himself -- though he rolls out of the way quickly seeing WTF flying old man?!

Osyluth 4:<font color="#000000">CRACK!!!!

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">. . . wat

VAE:<font color="#000000">1d120

VAE:<font color="#000000">he rolls a 16

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">XD I didn't even notice.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl calmly flips in the air, and lands on his feet, arms outstretched and hands slightly up. Completely ignoring the blood creeping down his face.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Nor did I.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Should I...reroll?

VAE:<font color="#000000">it's what I'm good at. Noticing misspellings and things that don't look written like they should be

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Nah, it's cool. x3

VAE:<font color="#000000">yep, cool enough

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Ta da.&quot; Total deadpan.

Thomas Lazarus has received initiative.Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">What a weird attack.. =_=;;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+14+4+1+1 = 4 + 14 + 4 + 1 + 1 = 24&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d10+7+2d6 = 5 + 7 + 11 = 23&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+14+4+1+1 = 17 + 14 + 4 + 1 + 1 = 37&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d10+7+2d6 = 5 + 7 + 8 = 20&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+14+4+1-5 = 13 + 14 + 4 + 1 - 5 = 27&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d10+7+2d6 = 1 + 7 + 8 = 16&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Tom quickly steps in and sets to work slashing at the fallen monster! The edge of his sword glows a faint blue as the enchantment violently reacts with devil flesh.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas! Is the man who was attacked in immediate danger of death?&quot; Vonain calls forward.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom had previously trusted that the man wasn't dying, but as long as it's his turn, a heal check is kosher. &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 16 + 17 = 33&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">How's he doing?

Osyluth 4:<font color="#000000">The creature had been attempting to shake off the embarrasing white-haired lamprey -- and then SCREAMS, as the holy brand rips holes through its hide! Its clawed arms flash out at Thomas futilely.

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">It's something of a wonder he's still conscious. 0/30 HP.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hold on.. we'll get you out of there!&quot; Done.

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">There's a pretty clear gaping hole in his chest wall, but his eyes are still open, and he still seems aware. Somehow.

Swallowtail has received initiative.* Junior Analyst Victor Fyth mumbles something in reply.

Swallowtail:<font color="#FF0000">With a downed beast before her, Swallowtail skips the fanfare and goes for a quick kill. Tessen out with a snap, and a dash for the neckline. &#171; &#160;1d20+12+2+1+4 = 1 + 12 + 2 + 1 + 4 = 20&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+2+1d6+4d6 = 3 + 2 + 2 + 12 = 19&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Swallowtail:<font color="#FF0000">... She joins the pile!! *bricked*

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">All them ones in battle

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron, Roy, now Swallowtal

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

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Careful, Swallowtail!&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Yikes, watch out, Swallowtail! You almost got the wrong neck!

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Avoid the spike!&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Horray, A-Team!

Vonain (Goldeneye) has received initiative.Swallowtail:<font color="#FF0000">I BLAME ON HIT DICE. :E

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll presume the man is fine, so...&quot; Vonain rushes around the corner, with his greatsword raised as potent energies begin to crackle along it.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">If he gets a one.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Just saying, I will laugh. So hard. XD


 * Swallowtail yelps, trying to dodge the tail, and ends up stepping on the creature's leg! It rolls out from under her -- CRASH!

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">(the osyluth is in grapple, so osyluth loses dex to AC against people outside of grapple), Vonain raises his massive cleaver and tries to bring it down on the bulk of the osyluth! &#171; &#160;1d20+10+2 = 11 + 10 + 2 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Osyluth 4:<font color="#000000">HIT!

VAE:<font color="#000000">why s there a white square around Miron btw?

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">The sword erupts with eldritch and bane energies! (hideous blow + outsider bane) &#171; &#160;2d6+3+2d6+5d6 = 4 + 3 + 7 + 21 = 35&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Who knows, its a token effect.

VAE:<font color="#000000">oh, Halo


 * VAE turned off

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

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


 * VAE never seen it before

Osyluth 4:<font color="#000000">The tangle of limbs JERKS violently, and then lays still.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">OH COME ON!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I didn't even get a turn! &gt;:O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It was just one devil. There are like a million of us.


 * Shankfang the Deffrider Tomflips! &gt;:E


 * Thomas Lazarus rests hands on hips - begins rotating in air. =3=

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Another notch for Hellcleaver. &quot; Vonain whispers to himself with a small smirk.


 * Shankfang the Deffrider looks rather put-out.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Haah.. very good.&quot; He looks up and approaches the cells.


 * Roy Stanford pulls himself upright, catching his breath. He looks around, with a small cough. &quot;... Status?&quot;

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

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

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Are you well, Stanford, Swallowtail?&quot;

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;Master!&quot; The raven flaps to the bars, squeezes through, and alights on one of the men's knees.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's see...&quot; He knits his brow, and his eyes glow. The captives get scanned, just incase.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Injured man over here? Eesh.&quot; Vonain says as he looks at the inquisitor with a hole in his chest. Vonain whips out his CLW wand, points it Victor, and fires it off. &#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;


 * Shankfang the Deffrider pokes the dead devil with his boot. &gt;:|

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">(...er, ambuguity note; Vonain's going &quot;eesh&quot; at the hole in the guy's chest, not that no one else is helping)

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">(er, yet. :B )

VAE:<font color="#000000">So?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'll treat everyone at once, in just a second. But first.. I need to make sure it won't awaken a devil.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Depending on the results of his Detect Evil, he'll fire off a CLW: Mass.

VAE:<font color="#000000">It doesn't xplain anything ,because the characters IC dunno it unless it was obvious from what he did

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">At any rate, Victor's wound should be closed just enough for him to breath easily again.


 * Junior Analyst Victor Fyth coughs violently as the spell goes off, wiping his mouth of the blood. The hole looks significantly less gaping. The other people in the cells look at you, but don't move.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain steps back.

VAE:<font color="#000000">The hole looks significantly less gaping.

VAE:<font color="#000000">This strikes me as hillarious and awesome

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Fyth, for later.

Inquisitor Aeravel Waylan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Lieutenant... who...?&quot; No evil detected.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000"> &quot;Dis vun vent down vay too fast.&quot; &gt;:|

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lieutenant Stanford.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">In that case, Tom doesn't hesitate anymore. He sweeps an arm outward, and everyone around who was injured recovers &#171; &#160;1d8+12 = 7 + 12 = 19&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; HP. Including himself and Stanford.


 * Junior Analyst Victor Fyth mutters. &quot;.... help... the others.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;'s what brother Thomas 's doing.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Got enough to go around, don't you worry.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Keep calm.&quot;

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- ?&quot; The man looks with wonder as his wounds swiftly close under the blue light, and a man in the far left cell awakes with a gasp.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The Aid spell will last for 11 minutes (probably 10 now) if we need it in that short a timeframe.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's get everyone out of here. Probably with Lyle.. I believe he's setting up a little insurance, if there are any more hidden surprises laying around.&quot;


 * Roy Stanford is searching his coat pockets. &quot;Everyone, stay calm. We'll get you out.&quot; He draws a heavily-laden keyring out of his coat, taking it to the doors.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom peers at the ones still incapacitated. &quot;...&quot; He glances to Victor. &quot;Poison?&quot;

Rakka:<font color="#000000">&quot;Uh, white-hair, we got a problem.&quot; The half-elf with the raven on his knee mumbles something unintelligible, still unmoving.

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">Thanks for the reminder. &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 2 + 6 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;


 * Junior Analyst Victor Fyth doesn't make eye contact, despite being nearly Thomas' height. He nods, trying to stand as the lieutenant tries a key. &quot;... Think so... atrophy --&quot; He stumbles. &#171; &#160;2d6 = 4&#160;  &#187;

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">-- but catches himself on the bars.

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">(remember he prob'ly doesn't see into the room much. Short and people in front)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Probably Osyluth poison..&quot; &gt;:| &quot;Atleast it isn't lethal..&quot;

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Some kind of cursed manacles, too.&quot; The man holds up bloodstained wrists -- those should look familiar to anyone who was at the prison. Cold iron spiked cuffs.


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain growls at the sight of the manacles. &quot;Get'em off, quick.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Those things are horrible.&quot;


 * Roy Stanford is swearing under his breath. &quot; He changed the locks. Someone, go to Whitaker's office and search for keys.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">'As ordered, Lieutenant.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll go!&quot; Ed starts to head off.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">However, even as he said so, Vonain moves forward to start working on his own; he reaches out to hold the manacles on someone's wrist, holds his other hand up to it and collects energy, and starts blasting the manacles off.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Hold still...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Taking 20 on search for 27

Miron:<font color="#000000">As the inquisitor digs through the table's remains.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He grows a bit distracted, watching the cell doors.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">if Aeravel and Kayla cooperate and hold out their manacles for Vonain to blast off, Vonain then backs up and does the same to the cell door lock.

Inquisitor Aeravel Waylan:<font color="#000000">This man doesn't have manacles, but he is able to lift the woman to the bars, who flinches and gasps with pain at the touch. &#171; &#160;2d8 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;What the--&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain frowns and examines the manacles closer. Do they actually look damaged from his first blast?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;??&quot; He assists right away.

Analyst Kayla Hilton:<font color="#000000">-- Uh-oh, Tom. The manacles are off... in pieces. The spikes are digging almost straight through the woman's wrist, and she's unconscious.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Oh, you'

Inquisitor Aeravel Waylan:<font color="#000000">&quot;What did you do?!&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Oh, you've gotta be kidding me. Clever fuckers.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain pulls out his CLW wand again and points it at the girl. &quot; Sorry.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 1 + 1 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; CLW heal

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">second 1, isn't it?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Cruel.. stay calm and hold her still. It'll be alright.&quot; Heal check: &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 1 + 17 = 18&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Mostly to safely remove the metal debris. Then a CLW to close the wounds. &#171; &#160;1d8+5 = 2 + 5 = 7&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain glares at the wand as it sputters again, like it was before. He shakes it a few times before putting it away in disgust.

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah. Sealing the debris in the wound would seriously suck

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well that might need a second try. :E

Analyst Kayla Hilton:<font color="#000000">Between the two of you, you get the woman back to consciousness, and the largest metal shards are out -- but the wounds are bleeding freely.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;These stupid manacles are worse than I realized...my apologies, miss.&quot;

Inquisitor Aeravel Waylan:<font color="#000000">&quot; Hang on, sister, hang on -- &quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; I know what it's like, I had them, too. Never had that happen, though.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom has a healer's kit. He draws that out and gets some bandages for a retry. &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 8 + 17 = 25&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Work, work.


 * Edaric looks around as well, idly strumming a chord or two...

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Six dicks of Hextor, where the fuck did he keep them...&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Hey, Miron, look at this.&quot; :.


 * Shankfang the Deffrider sits back and waits. This is not his area of expertise.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Huh?&quot; *lifts his head*

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">YOU COULD TRY SHOOTING THE WOUNDS CLOSED. *shot*


 * Edaric kneels and brushes aside some papers. &quot;This bit of floor looks strange to me. What do you think?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I'd try shooting the locks, but we all know how well that works. &gt;:|

Teeny Rin: <font color="#ff0000">(( That is actually a Gunslinger trick in Pathfinder, by the way. ))

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look, under the desk.&quot;

Teeny Rin: <font color="#ff0000">(( I shit you not. ))

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I know it is.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It. .. the colour..&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I've played several.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Shooting locks, or shooting wounds closed? ^^;

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Wounds.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 16 + 5 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Arch + Eng

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">It's one of the things I love about the Gunslinger.

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">It's useful for more than just 'shoot people'

Miron:<font color="#000000">(knowledge Architecture &amp; Engineering. Because no matter what they say, I'm still a gnome)

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">It's a stupid idea that arbitrarily incorporates the gun when other tools are better.. =w=;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Hey, shooting locks is legit.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And it really works, dammit. &gt;:|

VAE:<font color="#000000">Shooting *wounds* closed?

VAE:<font color="#000000">TF2 medic?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">It's not -that-

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shoot the gun in the air, press the hot barrel to the wound.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hatari; given Ram's constant frustration at not being able to do much useful aside from shoot things, I can understand exactly why they put it in. :B

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Then don't play a character like that, duh.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack, one moment.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, I know well how &quot;i have nothing to do&quot; gets frustrating.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Excuse me but there is no real barrier keeping him from using medical supplies, having other interests, using tools, or making plans that do not revolve around 'shoot gun' and I'm not going to put up with hearing otherwise.

RAM:<font color="#990000">I had originally been under the impression that Shank would be able to do -more- than just shoot things.

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">hell, these things can be refluffed even.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Except the fact that there is -nothing- I can do that other people in the party can't already do better, except shoot things.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hatari; except, you know, spending skillpoints. That's a barrier. :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">Build things? Gnoggle.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ehh. Perhaps, though, the person that does something best is not the one always available.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Medical supplies? We have a freaking Cleric.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You have some thing you're best at. You want to do more. You can. Everyone does.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Use tools? On what? With what skill?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">What about Ed?

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, asides from Knowledge Religion, all of Miron's skills someone knows better.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Does it stop him from trying? Nope.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You have skill points like anyone else. Tom has freaking two. &gt;_&gt;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">It looks like there's a trap door under the desk! Unfortunately, Sszeyl's put the desk right on top of it.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's a door.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have seen a few constructions like these.&quot;

Ghostwish: <font color="#9900FF">BELCH

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Hi. ^_^

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We .. we just need to get the desk off it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You keep on looking, I'll notify the lieutenant.&quot;


 * Edaric evaluates the desk. &quot;I can try, hold on.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait. It might be dangerous.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Trapped, even.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The gnome dashes off.


 * Edaric rubs his hands together and puts his shoulder against the desk, getting ready to push -- &quot;... The desk? Sszeyl picked it up and didn't set anything off...&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">.... Alone in the office. .... &gt;.&gt;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;8|

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Need help with that?&quot; FROM BEHIND.


 * Edaric looks left and right a moment... then sits in the commander's chair. |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lieutenant Stanford. I report that while we have not found the keys to the cells, a trap door was discovered under Commander Whitaker's desk. I request further orders, and possibly assistance.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- GAH!&quot;

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

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian is just grinning from ear to ear.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Well, party, you just heard Ed shout in alarm from the office. :B

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain doesn't even hesistate, he's immediately rushing off.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Assistance. Immediate assistance.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Doh ho ho ho ho~&quot;


 * Gamal-Junayd heads to ed

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--FFffFF--&quot; Tom was waiting for that from the moment Ed ran off.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;A trap door -- Go!&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">He skids around the corner, energy in his palm and ready to shoot...and just sees Ed and Aelian.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">The bard is glaring at a half-elf. &gt;:\

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">|D


 * Thomas Lazarus skids into the doorway. &quot;WHAT?&quot; D:

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Malcanthet's winged cunt, what the hell...&quot;

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

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well, when Tathi taught me that trick, she didn't warn me about that part.&quot; ^^;;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Sorry. Pulling a wood elf trick on Edaric. He's a jumper, did you know?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">He closes his palm and the energy dissipates. &quot;Gods on high, don't scare us like that.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy like trap doors. Dey lead to fun places.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You utter fucking halfwitted moron tit.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This could have cost fucking lives.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;You went off alone, we thought you were actually in trouble.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hi.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus huffs in dismay. :|


 * Edaric looks around at the doors with an air of faint awe. &quot;... Yeah, false alarm, just a half-elf who thinks he's a ghost.&quot; He thwaps Aelian's shoulder.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Next time this happens, I'm wracking him.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">He laughs heartily. &quot;And I thought it was some kind of magic! Boy was I wrong.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Alright..&quot; He heads back off. He was in the middle of making sure someone's wound was treated.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Idiot. Utter idiot.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;And then your soul belongs to me, gnome.&quot; FROM BEHIND.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And what the fuck are you even doing in that chair?&quot;

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

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;...Alright. Trapdoor, I heard?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Uh, sittink?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's a trap door under here. Wanna help me push?&quot;

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">You know one of these days we're going to start calling this party on its bullshit and ask for actual stealth checks that you damn well cannot make.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The only thing that may once belong to you of me, Tathi is the hair off my arse.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">But not this day.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;...Sszeyl, and Shankfang, was it? I believe this may be your areas of expertise...&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Rule of Funny, Hatari

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Moustache, Miron, that's called a moustache.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">This met it.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Expertise, no. Buuut, Hy kan move tinks.&quot;


 * Edaric once again prepares to push. &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 17 + 2 = 19&#160;  &#187; Strength check!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fuck you, and your little twat of a sugar boy.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl looks behind the desk.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+0 = 18 + 0 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Strength check

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">And casually lifts the desk, and bard, up into the air.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">And gnome.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Strength check how the hell does Ed have the same mod as me?


 * Gamal-Junayd helps push the desk (Strength Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 14 + 2 = 16&#160;  &#187;)

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Ooor not, nevermind.


 * Swallowtail looks around a bit.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Still haven't rustled up the nerve to ask out that what's her face, have you?&quot; Tathi teases.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ghost? By the way, that was an awesome response

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Tathi for Moustache. I laughed.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">..... &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 10 + 10 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Open Lock. &gt;.&gt;


 * Thomas Lazarus returns to helping the captives as he can. Treating the wounds of Analyst Kalya and trying to remove the other manacles as he can.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">I just looked at the token a second. XP

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;--Yeah, that's what I meant, Sszeyl could move the desk, and, Shankfang? Can you open the trapdoor if it's stuck or locked?&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;How about ask sszeyel to...open it. permanently.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">The desk gets moved, between all these muscular folks! Watch out, Miron. Also, something rolls off the desk, landng at Miron's feet...

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Thought so.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">A keyring.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">It's his soul.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Last time Hy tried to open a locked zumtink it just got stuck vorse.&quot; &gt;:|

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt steps forward himself. &quot;Hey, um, you there.&quot; He says to Silas. &quot;Come over here, I can try and remove those manacles. I can work them delicately, I'll...do what I can to make sure they don't keep digging into you.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The archivist becomes the colour of strawberry ice cream.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Those were all magical devices, quit being such a crybaby about it.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt pulls out a few of his tools.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000"> &quot;Still say dat should hef vorked.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I... The keys! Here they are!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Edaric?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">He picks up the keyring and rushes off.

Rakka:<font color="#000000">The man's eyes flick to the bird, though he makes no other motion. &quot;No can do, little man,&quot; the bird translates.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Gamal?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Please move.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;This desk is very heavy.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lieutenant Stanford, I report the finding of what appears to be the keyring in question which is here.&quot; *hands to him*


 * Junior Analyst Victor Fyth looks up, and kneels, putting one of the analyst's arms across his shoulders. He drags him over to the bars.

VAE:<font color="#000000">By the way. Reason for him being nervous is &quot;why and how the fuck does Tathi even know&quot;

Swallowtail has received initiative.Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">When Miron returns with the keyes, Gnogglebolt steps back and aside.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">ack, mom callin' brb

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Because it's blatently obvious?

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Ed?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The same reason elves can teleport.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">I'm helping push the desk, what?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Shank shank. Love is like pissing yourself. Everyone sees it but you alone feel it x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Because Ghost doesn't pay attention for more than half of the game and just jumps into shit. :P *bricked*

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">I'm -lifting- the desk.

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Well, you confused the heck out of a bard. :B &quot;Wha -- Just put it down that way! The door opens on this side!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I see.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">back

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">And he casually tosses it toward the office door corner.


 * Thomas Lazarus plays it safe. Heal: &#171; &#160;10+17 = 10 + 17 = 27&#160;  &#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">45, -12

VAE:<font color="#000000">If it is try playing it safer, drink the wine and chew the wafer Two four six eight time to transsubstantiate.


 * Roy Stanford turns around and seems to take a moment to parse that statement. &quot;-- You found the keyring. Give it here!&quot; He takes it, and proceeds to unlock the cell doors.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Cookie for whoever recognises

Junior Archivist Robert Irving:<font color="#000000">The junior archivist is trying in vain to lift up his cellmate like the others did -- and is failing terribly.

Miron:<font color="#000000">What disregard of proper procedure. . . he didn't even let me finish.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's heartening to see new faces that aren't out for blood.&quot; He speaks softly while working at wounded arms.

Analyst Silas Blackwater:<font color="#000000">Heal helps stanch the wounds, but bracers are trying to click tighter and jab through the arms they're attached to if you try to remove them. They'll need some help to remove.


 * Thomas Lazarus seems confounded. &quot;..??&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;.,..Waitm, do those--do the manacles not come off, even with a key?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Gnogglebolt.. how do we get these off without injuring them?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt examines closer. Where's the latching mechanism?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Disable Device might be an apt choice. The lieutenant is looking at the keyring, but there don't seem to be keys that match the manacles on them.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Oh, but there -is- a latch--oh for christs sake I accidentally hit the keycombo that puts text on the wrong side again

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">How the hell do I keep doing that??

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom is here to help. He's strong and can hold a device, atleast. &gt;:. Aid: &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 9 + 1 = 10&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;


 * Junior Analyst Victor Fyth kneels again to get the arms down to Gnogglebolt's eye level, with a quiet groan. Up, down, up, down. It's hard on the knees.


 * Thomas Lazarus is a helper.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Brb, need to reset.

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

</i>Miron:<font color="#000000">In the meantime, the inquisitor loiters around, gaining a rather more healthy hue in the process.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;What news of the trap door?&quot;

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

</i>Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Those present have removed the desk, and I expect they are awaiting further instructions.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I miss any lines?

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Swallowtail'd be able to tell if this was trapped, probably. Ael, could you track her down with your newfound ninja skills?&quot;

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

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">How the fuck does Tathi even know ?The only person I have told it to is Thomas, and he would never. ..

</i>Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Glitch is disconnected. Miron: In the meantime, the inquisitor loiters around, gaining a rather more healthy hue in the process. Roy Stanford: &quot;What news of the trap door?&quot; Glitch has connected.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Well, at any rate...so, the manacles -do- have a latching/locking mechanism, but we just don't seem to have the right key?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(ah, thank you)

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Swallowtail?&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">They do, but it's, pardon, a devil of a thing. Disable Device or Open Lock, as I said.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Oh heck no, I am not sneaking up on her.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;We need your skill with the trap door.&quot;

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">Eh. Maybe she was just fishing. In which case. . .I just done fucked myself over and then some.

</i>Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;? I come.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm missing something. What does Tathi &quot;know?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Well then, Gnogglebolt gets his tools ready and sets to carefully hacking apart the mechanism and deconstructing it. Disable Device, taking 10; &#171; &#160;10+22 = 10 + 22 = 32&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor follows.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Referring to her comment all the time back.

Analyst Silas Blackwater:<font color="#000000">Are you sure you want to take 10?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Whether he had any luck with the what'shername

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh she just metaknows all of the secret crushes that's all. &gt;:O


 * Thomas Lazarus is bricked.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">oh come on....

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+22 = 13 + 22 = 35&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; -_-

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Remember my Aid another. &gt;:

Analyst Silas Blackwater:<font color="#000000">Nicely done, that's one set off. Tom's healing expertise kept the wounds from bleeding too extremely.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">oh -that's- what you did. +2, then.

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">Three more pairs to go. Luckily the cell doors are open.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Thought you were going on about the Aid spell as a safety net or something. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">No, that's not a d20 roll. |D;

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, Swallowtail. We've got a secret trap door, here; what do you make of it?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">At any rate, Gnogglebolt sets to work on the next set of manacles, whoever still has them.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 6 + 10 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I wonder if you can take 10 on Aid.. &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 1 + 1 = 2&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Teeny Rin 1:<font color="#0000FF">It has secret traps.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">and you know what, yes, I -am- taking ten, because I want to know what the problem is with that. &gt;:/ &#171; &#160;10+22 = 10 + 22 = 32&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is locked, and untrapped.&quot; &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 14 + 10 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(You explicitly cannot take 10 on Aid.)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(probably because the DC -is- 10.)

VAE:<font color="#000000">that makes little sense. You can have modifiers in excess of +10

Glitch:<font color="#000000">that....has nothing to do with taking 10

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">The junior analyst grits his teeth and draws in a sharp breath -- &#171; &#160;2d8+2d8 = 9 + 11 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What in the??&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">What just happened? :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">FUS RO DAH!


 * VAE brick'd

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">The DC is higher than 32.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well if I had to guess it's a DC 35 check and we just punctured the hell out of him.

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">The spikes drive in tighter -- but you manage to get them off eventually, and Tom is able to do a good job of pulling the spikes out of the wounds.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">What precicely does it look like, though?


 * Thomas Lazarus winces a little, but the middle of an operation is no time to get antsy. He does his job.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Is this some mechanical action in resposne to tampering, or is it magic the-metal-is-reshaping-itself?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Have &#171; &#160;2d8+10 = 3 + 10 = 13&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; HP back, brother.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Every failed check drives the spikes in deeper. Taking 10 requires taking the consequences of ones through tens. The DC is 30.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">--what???

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">That's not how taking 10 works!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">That's taking 20!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mechanical action combined with magic; they're infernal cursed manacles.

VAE:<font color="#000000">*nod*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Give me quotes. How does taking 10 work?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">How is it different?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yeah. it's an average, qualified attempt, but too, it has to be done under conditions where repeating is possible

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;Taking 10:When your character is not being threatened or dis-tracted, you may choose to take 10. Instead of rolling 1d20 for the skill check, calculate your result as if you had rolled a 10. For many routine tasks, taking 10 makes them automatically successful. Dis-tractions or threats (such as combat) make it impossible for a character to take 10. In most cases, taking 10 is purely a safety measure &#8212;you know (or expect) that an average roll will succeed but fear that a poor roll might fail, so you elect to settle for the average roll (a 10). Taking 10 is especially useful in situations where a particularly high roll wouldn&#8217;t help (such as using Climb to ascend a knotted rope, or using Heal to give a wounded PC long-term care).&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">hence it includes fucking up and trying again

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;Taking 20:When you have plenty of time (generally 2 minutes for a skill that can normally be checked in 1 round, one full-round action, or one standard action), you are faced with no threats or distractions, and the skill being attempted carries no penalties for failure, you can take 20. In other words, eventually you will get a 20 on 1d20 if you roll enough times. Instead of rolling 1d20 for the skill check, just calculate your result as if you had rolled a 20. Taking 20 means you are trying until you get it right, and it assumes that you fail many times before succeeding. Taking 20 takes twenty times as long as making a single check would take. Since taking 20 assumes that the character will fail many times before succeeding, if you did attempt to take 20 on a skill that carries penalties for failure (for instance, a Disable Device check to disarm a trap), your character would automatically incur those penalties before he or she could complete the task (in this case, the character would most likely set off the trap). Common &#8220;take 20&#8221; skills include Escape Artist, Open Lock, and Search. &quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">This is not a routine task

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hence you wouldn't have been able to take 10 at all

Glitch:<font color="#000000">It's not &quot;just&quot; routine tasks.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Taking 10 is possible as long as there are no distractions

Liatai:<font color="#000000">See, this is why I don't like people taking 10 and 20 on things outside of Search checks. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ehh. There's a few other skills where it makes sense

VAE:<font color="#000000">In this case? Nope.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Taking 20 is only possible when there's no penalty for failure, and in that one you -are- literally trying over and over until you gtet it right.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Then just designate that it isn't a task easy enough to take 10.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Why does it not make sense?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Takign 10 is not that, it's just slowing down, deep breathing, calmly focusing, and keeping steady and average.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">and only a single attempt

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ehh.

RAM:<font color="#990000">You're being slow, careful and methodical.

RAM:<font color="#990000">It would most certainly work in this case.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Keeping it average makes little sense with a thing like this.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There's a penalty for failure here -- but fine. We'll assume that these bracers were extra-cursed.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Not trying for stellar performance, just &quot;playing it safe&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Too tired to argue, move on.

VAE:<font color="#000000">uhh.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Okay, anyway. Next manacles...and alright, I'll roll for it.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's not like there aren't any other skills or situations where taking 10 is prohibited.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">it's also not allowed in a lot of situations where damage is involved if failure occurs, unless you have special abilities

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Like use magic device.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">As we disable magic devices. &gt;_&gt;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+22 = 15 + 22 = 37&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; disable device on next manacles

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">normally. tumble, jump, escape artist, stealth.....plenty of stuff you can't take 10 on

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Hatari's that's use magic device, not disable device.

Junior Archivist Robert Irving:<font color="#000000">Click! These fellow's manacles come off without a hitch, following, Tom?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Totally different things.

VAE:<font color="#000000">So?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I know, quit whining and telling the DM they're wrong.

VAE:<font color="#000000">It makes no more sense to do it here

Junior Archivist Robert Irving:<font color="#000000">*this fellow's

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">as disable device is for traps usually, shouldn't allow it there

Junior Archivist Robert Irving:<font color="#000000">Tom? Following along? -- Ah, there you are.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Taking 10 is mainly for routine tasks. Things you could do all bloody day

<i> You have disconnected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

</i>VAE:<font color="#000000">wb. What happened? Modem?


 * Liatai flumps. &quot;When are these people going hoooooooome. T~T &quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What did I miss?

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

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Lia; only important thing you missed:

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt: And last manacles; &#171;&#160;1d20+22 = 17 + 22 = 39&#160;&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">They were being courteous and trying to turn out the lights. But, they didn't realize our house's electricity is wonky.


 * VAE facepaw

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And turning off the light switch in the room with the modem cuts the power to EVERYTHING in that room. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Kicked the fuses, did they?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Including the modem. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">That's how my mother bork'd a machine of mine

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well, Gave it booting disease.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Anyway, okay, lemme see. Is Tom going along and doing Heal checks on everybody? Just to be sure?

RAM:<font color="#990000">x3

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He takes ten |D *bricked*


 * Dr. Hatari is being facenuzzled by distraction cat.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">distraction cat is best cat


 * VAE waves to kitty

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Diagnostics;the diamonded ones are sitting at 0 Strength. *dusts off hands* Fyth has 4 Strength damage due to the osyluth poison in his wound, and is sitting at 15 out of 30 HP now. The half-elven fellow, Waylan, is at 19/29 and had no bracers, but he was pretty severely beaten up and is missing &#171; &#160;2d6 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Strength points. The junior archivist was wounded, but is wounded no longer.


 * Roy Stanford hovers in the background, touching people's wounds up with a light curing wand. &#171; &#160;2d8+2 = 6 + 2 = 8&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;2d8+2 = 5 + 2 = 7&#160;  &#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Definitely getting that AoE fast healing feat when I level. :T

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;How are they, inquisitor? Will they recover?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes, sir. It'll be alright, now.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Shall we help move them below with the others and then investigate further?&quot;


 * Swallowtail unlocks the trap door eventually... to reveal a rope ladder, rolled up in a compartment.

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


 * Roy Stanford nods. &quot;That would be best. Let's get this sorted out at last.&quot;

Inquisitor Aeravel Waylan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I knew it couldn't be true. You're no traitor... ... lieutenant? .... What is your rank, now, sir?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom goes to help move those Macers that are helpless from strength loss. &quot;Don't worry.. the army is in the city now, and it's turning around fast. Things'll recover soon.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anytime...&quot; Gnogglebolt replies to Thomas.


 * Roy Stanford smiles sadly. &quot;That... is for the high command to decide.&quot; Roy also helps carry the immobile Macers. &quot;-- Victor, you had a gaping hole in your chest not two minutes ago. I'll carry Silas.&quot;


 * Rakka is perched on the analyst's shoulder. &quot;You can pay me in fish later for the translation job, boss.&quot; |3


 * Junior Analyst Victor Fyth mumbles an apology and lets Roy take him. The prison party returns downstairs... in time to notice the ceiling of the mess hall opening.

Gamal-Junayd whispers: from the stairs. did it seem like there was enough room between first floor cieling and 2nd floor floor for a...crawl space?

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

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hello.&quot; O.o


 * Swallowtail pokes her head through the trap door, peering down through a hole in the ceiling into the mess hall. &quot;Hello.&quot; :.

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;An escape hatch, huh?&quot; :.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh.. is that all..&quot; &gt;:.c

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Something like that. Makes sense, though.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell, if I had a top floor office, I'd want one too.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;What about the secret door, sealed and all...Sszeyel...think you could open it up?&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Boccob's books. Moss, Irving, you look as though you've been through at least two of the Nine Hells.&quot;

Junior Archivist Robert Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot;Something like that, sir, yes.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Escape hatch? I guess we know where Whitaker went, then...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hmm.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Should we...go on to the shrine now?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I believe we should wait for orders from the Lieutenant.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come on, let's climb down.&quot; Ed unrolls a rope ladder from the ceiling with a flump.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Climb climb climb!

Junior Archivist Robert Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did something happen yesterday? Did you find Whitaker yet?&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not yet -- why the mention of yesterday?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, hello again everyone.&quot;

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


 * VAE repeats. Irwing is a hipster

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Irwing? Look at Moss!

Inquisitor Aeravel Waylan:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's when they threw us in there, sir. Shortly after your... disappearance. I don't remember anything between going to report to Whitaker that day, and the next thing I knew, around midday, waking up in the middle of a patrol.&quot;


 * Gamal-Junayd just steps off and lands on his feet a story below

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Moss ,I meant

VAE:<font color="#000000">me facepaw

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">this is what arguing with RAM does

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also tirededlynx is tireded x3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That was when the gate was destroyed. An ancient Duergar artifice, deep below the city. Montclaire's 'sanctioned summoners' were using it to bring in huge volumes of Baatezu.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;So...can it be declare the headquarters is secured, now?&quot;

Inquisitor Aeravel Waylan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... the next thing after that was Hanson hitting me upside the head and waking up in the holding cells. They've had... things in there, every day.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm, likely trying to weaken your mental defenses to repossess you. Devils, for the less acquainted with fiendish lore.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">A plain silver circle has been inscribed on the floor in the middle of the room, and the unconscious inquisitors have all been crowded into it.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">Some folks are going to have kinks in their necks when they wake up, but them's the breaks. ^^


 * Thomas Lazarus offers a nod of approval.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Neat work.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">(I do assume they're all in if their tokens are)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Indeed.. what of this 'hidden shrine'?&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not yet. Have any of you seen Charles Whitaker, or heard any indications of where he may have gone?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If he hasn't taken the streets out.. its where I'd expect him.&quot;

Junior Analyst Victor Fyth:<font color="#000000">Those who can shake their heads. &quot;Hidden shrine, sir?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I saw as much as you; that Cyra rube was a decoy and a diversion to keep us busy while Whitaker took off. Coupled with the report that the 'hidden door', whatever that is, has been sealed...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are there any analysts capable of casting Locate Person?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We have *plenty* of Whitaker's belongings..'

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, I can say with high probability that Whitaker is not on the premesis. I'd guess he went and holed up with the Count.&quot;

Sszeyl whispers: Question. Was Vargie eating the devil from a successful save, or a failed one?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If Senior Analyst Thorngage was with us, she would have done just that.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;'Sealed', huh..&quot; He frowns.

You whisper to Meany: Can't tell you. That might influence behavior in a meta way.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come, then. Let's catch up with the basement securers. Guardians, can you get to the door?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you show us to it, I suppose...&quot;

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


 * Roy Stanford indicates the southern and western doors. &quot;We're going that way, to the armory stairs.&quot; Point to the west.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">For some reason, Vonain starts grinding his teeth.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;If they've sealed the entrance, we'll create one.&quot;

Stephen Arianis:<font color="#000000">Two of the younger inquisitors are out in the hall, one of them dousing his hair in a palmful of water from a waterskin. &quot;That's it. I'm spent.&quot;

Rhoda Rosalyn:<font color="#000000">&quot;Commander -- any luck?&quot;


 * Roy Stanford shakes his head. &quot;You?&quot;


 * Rhoda Rosalyn shakes her head. &quot;The basement's sealed up tight, and I'm just about out of spells. I gave my last to Ansramil and Grant; they're down there cleaning up the evidence lockers.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Where the devil are the Guardians? :/ *brick'd*

Sszeyl whispers: Question. Was Vargie eating the devil from a successful save, or a failed one?

You whisper to Meany: Can't tell you. That might influence behavior in a meta way.

VAE:<font color="#000000">uhh move?

Sszeyl whispers: Did our whisper conversation just repeat?

VAE:<font color="#000000">And MIron has one Dispel Magic left

Sszeyl whispers: Weird.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh, over here.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What is the nature of this seal..?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I was expecting GM move. :B

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

Stephen Arianis:<font color="#000000">&quot;Seal?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Detect Magic and &#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 13 + 20 = 33&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spellcraft

Miron:<font color="#000000">We shall see.

Stephen Arianis:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Oh, the way into the shrine. Brick, best as we can tell. The whole thing's been walled up.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain looks over at Thomas. &quot;...Huh. I thought 'sealed' as in 'blocked up with debris' or something...&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh. So it was.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;We'll see if we can't do something about that.&quot; The lieutenant opens the door -- those of you who are here? Well, I guess we'll see who vworps.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oky, Lia

VAE:<font color="#000000">soften earth and stone

Swallowtail has received initiative.VAE:<font color="#000000">would it help ?

VAE:<font color="#000000">getting rid of the debris.


 * VAE ... bricks are earth, technically

GM:<font color="#000000">You'll have to see it for yourself, won't you?

GM:<font color="#000000">Those of you who are here, please vworp to Yoriver - Mace Basement!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I ... might try something, if you allow me, commander.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It would take quite a force to move, then..&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Copy your tokens, I'm taking attendance.

Sszeyl has received initiative.Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Present.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, where's the blockage?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hmm..&quot; He looks around.

Gamal-Junayd has received initiative.Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">oh shit more rats. dont let kor go gathering a following again

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom gestures at the many locked doors. &quot;..What are these used for? Cells?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They certainly look like that&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Rat over yonder.&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">Two rather injured inquisitors sakute you as you enter the basement. Please hold...

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">Narration pending.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also I didn't realize they weren't with us earlier. |D;

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">Striga would probably enjoy herself here.

</i>VAE:<font color="#000000">Also, due to minor oversight, Miron prob'ly still has that Detect Magic active

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Blah. Ghost was asleep. Could someone give him a cliff notes version of what just happened while I type? ^^;

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Matt's makes the best damn mexican food ever. ^^;;;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Find him?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">No.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;No. You?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Stuff happened. Some folk went somewhere.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Then it got a bit more complicated.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And that's how the map transition took place.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Damnit.&quot; To Thomas and Miron; &quot;Evidence lockers. We keep all the sensitive stuff in there, so delinquents can't get their noses in it and blow us all up.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You have. .. this many?&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hennytink goot?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't suppose there's any chance of someone we're looking for hiding in one of them?&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;They held a fair number of devils, as well.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bloody hell, we had a single safe in Castleton.&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;We've checked them. They're clear... now.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Less work for us, then.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Even in Braxton we don't have this large ones.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Castleton is not the disciplinary capital of the Leaden Mace.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, where's the wall that needs opening?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas uses Detect Evil on the errant rat to make sure it's just that.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell, I could prob'ly stuff two suspects in each of them, an still got-&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">He goes silent at Lieutenant's cut-in


 * Grant Warner jabs a thumb toward the eastern wall. &quot;Somewhere over there. That's the side of the building the shrine was on.&quot; Spot check, Tom, and Listen checks, all?

Miron:<font color="#000000">(they do look small room-sized)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 16 + 5 = 21&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+5 = 16 + 5 = 21&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 19 + 12 = 31&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Listen check!

Kor:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 11 + 3 = 14&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; listen! Someone just unwrapped some cheese!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 9 + 5 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Arch+Eng again

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; Listen!

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 19 + 13 = 32&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; listen!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2+1 = 19 + 2 + 1 = 22&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; listen!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 16&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Listen.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 2 + 5 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Liss'n

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">(Listen Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 16 + 1 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;) (Spot Check : &#171;  &#160;1d20+0 = 4 + 0 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

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

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Erk! Listen: &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 10 + 3 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Even if it is sealed .. . If you show me the place, I.. I know a spell that can weaken the structure of it. You'll be able to open it with a shovel.&quot;

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: Thomas sees what the rat's chewing on, though it's wholly nonevil... a humanoid finger. He also hears a faint noise from the southern part of the eastern wall; a woman's voice, speaking in Common. &quot; Get the fuck away from me, you gods-damned piece of cow shit... Is someone out there? Who's there?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;!&quot; Tom marches over. &quot; Shh.&quot;

You whisper to Ghostwish: All three of your characters hear the scurrying of a rat, and nibbling sounds. Aelian also hears a faint noise from the southern part of the eastern wall; a woman's voice, speaking in Common. &quot; Get the fuck away from me, you gods-damned piece of cow shit... Is someone out there? Who's there?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The rat gets rather disregarded. You eat your.. finger, there. =3=

You whisper to Meany: Sszeyl hears a faint noise from the southern part of the eastern wall; a woman's voice, speaking in Common. &quot; Get the fuck away from me, you gods-damned piece of cow shit... Is someone out there? Who's there?&quot;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Yoriver - Mace Basement'Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">He has good taste.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Sure, let the clanky plate-armor dude say &quot;shh&quot; :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Moving in plate is still quieter than bitching at allies continuously.

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot; What is it? &quot; Ansramil follows. &#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 17 + 11 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">So I would argue Tom is relatively very stealthy.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl follows.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 7 + 8 = 15&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Move silently check!

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot; I hear a woman. Speaking in common.. Southern part of the eastern wall? &quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Somebody's talking, over there. &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Psst! Thomas, what is...ah.&quot;


 * Gamal-Junayd just follows tom

City Rat:<font color="#000000">The rat squeaks in fear and scuttles away, holding a humanoid finger in its teeth.


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs at the wall in dismay. &quot;...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus lays a hand on it.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; So they're right behind, are they? Okay, I can open it up quickly, they won't know what hit them. I just need a few moments to set up.&quot;

Kor:<font color="#9900FF">Kor pops out of Tathi's hood for a bit, and clambers onto her shoulder. ''Oie! You down there!'' He calls to the rat.


 * Thomas Lazarus nods.

City Rat:<i><font color="#000000">You no take meal!

</i>Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;&quot; Alright, stand back everyone.&quot;

City Rat:<i><font color="#000000">My food, mine! The big ones dropped it, so it's mine!

</i>Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;uh-huh.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; How many moments?! They need help now!&quot;

Kor:<i><font color="#9900FF">Pft. Fine and dandy. I eat crackers and fine bread all the time. Who are these big ones?

</i>Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Hey, Shankfang. &quot; Gnogglebolt pulls a spherical object from his belt and underhand-tosses it his way. &quot; Arm &amp; throw that when the wall's open.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who is that? Hey! Who are you? Help me out here!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; --Wait, what? Not enemies?&quot;

City Rat:<i><font color="#000000">The big smelly ones! They pull down other big smelly ones and throw 'em in places, and they drop meat!

</i>Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Le catch~

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Buuut looks like I won't get to use it.

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Alissa?! That's Sister Irving's voice!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Someone tells me what's going on. Friendlies are back there? I don't want to accidentally kill someone we're here to help.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hawkin?! That you!? You're supposed to be dead, you fucker!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;One of ours?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And the voices finally reach Gnogglebolt's ears... -3-

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

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;An inquisitor, yes.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Dat don't sound too friendly.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Probably possessed.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Flash und klear?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Someone. Please. Tell me. What. Is going. On. Before. I open. The wall.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Probably misinformed.. everyone was when we first got here. Now how long will it take?!&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus glowers! &quot; We don't know!!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Oh, ve're ready to blow de vall.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;Get me out of here! They threw me in here and sealed the door -- there's a big -- fucking monster in here -- hurry it up!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Alright, whatever... Shankfang, hold off on the grenade.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Oh shit!&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where are you?&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl passes along the east wall, hoping that Elf senses ping.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt is immediately working, pulling out...some putty-like material and pressing it around the wall.

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

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hold on, I think I can -- GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME I'M TALKING HERE!&quot;


 * Shankfang the Deffrider helps.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Use Tech Device: &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 8 + 18 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000"> &quot;Hyu so dem slow.&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&#171; &#160;1d20+15 = 6 + 15 = 21&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Same~

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; Tom sort of narrows one eye and looks confused.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">This is the strangest sounding assault ever.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And now let's hope he doesn't fuck up again.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">After about twelve seconds, Gnogglebolt then pulls out a box with a T-rod sticking out of it and wires snaking away, which he sticks into the white putty. &quot;Okay, stand back everyone!&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;THAT'S BETTER, YOU STAY BACK THERE! Here, there's a hole in the wall! I'll stick a bit of my bandanna through!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">...What kind of grenade is this?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; And be ready to shoot in case of hostiles.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's going on over there?!&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Electricity alchemical grenade.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Stand back, sister!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt then bellows at the wall. &quot;STAND BACK.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Away from the wall!'

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I bet I do more damage with my gun. &gt;:|

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He then pushes the plunger down.

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;Stand back from where?! What wall?! It's all wall in here!&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;6d6 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; piercing damage on the wall

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor crosses himself

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(bypasses hardness)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Also no actuall &quot;splash&quot; damage, so nothing other than the wall is harmed.

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Technically we're all too close for an HE explosion buuuut Bullscience, so yeah.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Uh, falling bricks?

GM:<font color="#000000">KABLAAAAAAAAAM

VAE:<font color="#000000">And yeah, Ram

VAE:<font color="#000000">There'd be shrapnel all over

VAE:<font color="#000000">sharp chunks of wall

RAM:<font color="#990000">That's a perfect mink for this.

VAE:<font color="#000000">tearing into people

GM:<font color="#000000">The wall emits a puff of dust, and there are sizeable cracks in it -- but it's not down!


 * Dr. Hatari rubs bridge of nose.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Shrapnel? The blast would kill you long before that.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh for the love of...&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hmm, true. We'ere like five feet away

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Can we please find the proper way to open the wall?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Knowledge: Arch &amp; Eng. &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 14 + 18 = 32&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Exactly how tough does the wall look?

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;SAINT CUTHBERT'S LEADEN DICK! WHAT WAS THAT?!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Will one more blast of the same size bring it down, or will it take something bigger?

Miron:<font color="#000000">*sigh* &quot;Lemme at it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Improvised Search.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 9 + 2 = 11&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Int check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Nope.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian's quick to try and find a level or something. &gt;&gt;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That was a moron who likes to toy with things that go boom&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 10 + 7 = 17&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; search!


 * Ansramil Hawkin flinches. &quot;.... that's definitely Sister Irving...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;.. Leaden dick? Really? &quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus is just bouncing on his heels, ready to go and save someone. &gt;8|

GM:<font color="#000000">Search check, Gnogglebolt?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">I did a knowledge arch &amp; eng check, I want to know how much HP the wall has left, like using Heal. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;WHAT?! I CAN'T HEAR A GODS-DAMNED THING BECAUSE THAT BLAST WOULD HAVE MADE A GREAT ALARM CLOCK FOR NERULL!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor sighs, then recites. &quot;And by but one of his word the mightiest fortress shall crumb into dust, for the Saint is justice itself.&quot; as he sweeps his hand all over the wall. Soften Earth and Stone, the section should turn into sand.

GM:<font color="#000000">I know, it's for fluff. Search?

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Search: &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 8 + 18 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Magic saves the day.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Because he kept it in that slot forever.

GM:<font color="#000000">Don't you oy vey me. Sheesh. You find a sizeable crack, where you can see through into a darkened room -- the wall looks about three inches thick. 11 HP left on this section.

GM:<font color="#000000">VAE, how large of a section of wall does that affect?

VAE:<font color="#000000">At most ten cube feet per level

VAE:<font color="#000000">but I think it's controllable

Glitch:<font color="#000000">so.... a lot. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">Could you point on the wall for me where the spell is affecting?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/softenEarthAndStone.htm

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I don't think it works, due to qualifier in the spell..

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Dressed walls.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Then scratch that

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


 * VAE derps

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Three-inch thick stone wall.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">45 max HP.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;45-19 = 45 - 19 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; HP remaining. ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">So...Miron's spell appears to fail?

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt stares for a moment, after Miron touches the wall and...nothing happens.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;.. Gnnnnnnrrrrgggrrr ..&quot; Tom is gritting his teeth and somewhere between glaring at the wall and looking worried.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh get out of the way.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;HEXTOR'S SIX DICKS IN TIAMAT'S THREE ARSES WHY IN THE NINE HELLS OF FUCK BAATOR WON&quot;T IT BLOODY WORK!&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;HOLY GODDAMNED FUCK MY EARS ARE RINGING.&quot;


 * Dr. Hatari snrk

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Swallowtail, Aelian?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; Not messing around this time... &quot; Gnogglebolt pulls out...a much -bigger- package of putty.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;FUCK!&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#FF0000">Macers.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Let's try and find the door before they kills us all?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Use tech device: &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 12 + 18 = 30&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;FUCK!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor plain bangs his head into the wall before he goes.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And in twenty seconds, it's set. He then bellows &quot;COVER YOUR EARS.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;FUCK THIS WITH A STIRGE&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Stick the plunger's wires in, hand on the plunger, and...

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;12d6 = 43&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Seriously though it's a 26 hp wall, I could just shoulder-rush it right now -- *EXPLOSIONS*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Powerful Charge

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait --&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">We need door.

GM:<font color="#000000">KABLEWY

VAE:<font color="#000000">Adamantine door to be specific

GM:<font color="#000000">KABLEWWWWWWM

GM:<font color="#000000">....... how much wall does that affect?

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">-- MEANWHILE -- *sipping tea* =3=

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Ears damned technology!&quot; Tathi belts out in Elven amidst the chaos.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">THE ONE TIME WE NEEDED YOU.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">...I'm going to assume a 5x5 square

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">or 10x10, if you're generous.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">There's a smith in the background adding to the stream of Leaden cussing.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ah, eksplosions.&quot; |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Probably 5x5, as per the rules for attacking a wall.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">can only affect one square at a time, beating the HP of the wall means bashing out that one square.

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot;AGH, ROTTING DICK OF VECNA, THAT DIDN'T HELP YOU FUCKER!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Rotting dick of Vecna?&quot;

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

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot; My gods is this Miron's wife? &quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain strides forward quickly, pulling out his CLW wand.

Thomas Lazarus:<i><font color="#FF0000">That's

</i><font color="#FF0000"> who's swearing like a sailor to match Miron?! She looks like a choir girl! |D;;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Last time I heard anyone else use that one I was still in Starkham!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Vere's de monster?&quot; :.

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Sister! I can see you -- come on, come out of there.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">As Shankfang goes barging in, gun leveled. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor is smiling like he won a lottery.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Hold still, fixing your ears.&quot; Vonain points the wand at her and sets it off. &#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket, Braxton Falls branch.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">He stares at the wand again, and slaps it against his hand five times before putting it away.


 * Gamal-Junayd whispers to tom &quot;Does she check out okay?&quot;

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">There's a... positively childish-looking woman croucing in the dark in there. You can see a dark mass of cloth wound around her right hand, caked with blood.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Friggin cut-rate magic reagents...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lemme fix ya up&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;2d8+10 = 15 + 10 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Cure Moderate Wounds

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom sobers a little at Gamal's question, and knits his brow. Blue eyes aglow, checking for strong auras. &quot;...&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vy is dere no monster in here?&quot; &gt;:|

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl feels around the rest of the wall, looking for additional rooms.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 18 + 2 = 20&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Int check!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Kan sumvun tell me vere de monster went?!&quot; &gt;:O

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That said, using the name of our patron in vain ... Eh, who am I kidding. I'm going to note that one down.&quot;

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">There was an aura here, but it's fading. &quot;-- Hawkin, you bush-fucker!&quot; The woman accepts Hawkin's hand up, and hugs the inquisitor. She looks incredibly disheveled, and the floor of this pocket of wall is covered in blood and filth. You can see rats scurrying away into holes in the wall. Her right hand is wrapped in blood-caked fabric.

VAE:<font color="#000000">(Miron slapped her with a +25 hp worth of curing

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yes.. wasn't there mention of a monster in here?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">+3 healing from Vonain

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;There was.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy vas promised a monster.&quot; &gt;:|

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I was promised a quick arrest.&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot; It's all right. You're safe. We're taking HQ back. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yet I'm here for almost a week now.&quot;

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did you find Charlotte?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That said... Charlotte? Who is she and more so, where is she?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Darn, nothing so far, or the DM is overworked.

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't know! Cyral and his cronies chucked me in here and sealed up the wall -- they were dragging her, too.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Warner!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Unholy fuck.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That finger.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why did they seal you up here instead of the holding cells?&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;On it!&quot; He hefts a warhammer over his shoulder and starts tapping it on the walls.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Hey. Hold up.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Did hyu lose hyu finger?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Her, for that matter. Any clue?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi picks up Kor. &quot;Do it, cheese-breath.&quot;

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot;You found my finger? Don't suppose there's any hope for it. Fuck.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, it's a bit nibbled.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Bekause Hy tink dat rat is munching on it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But it should graft.&quot;

Kor:<font color="#9900FF">You insufferable wench.. Kor gives a lot of angry squeaking as Kor is set down.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well at least from distance it looked fine.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Allright, well, do you want Kor to get the finger back, or find the other rooms first?&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Give up de finger!&quot; &gt;:|

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Grant's looking for the rest of them. Your rat can go on a fingerhunt.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, sister Irving. . .any clue as to why did he wall you in? We found a lot of others upstairs in holding cells.&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">WHAM! The wall suddenly shakes with impact. &quot;Hollow point!&quot; &#171; &#160;1d8+4+20 = 5 + 4 + 20 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Or not. I guess.&quot; She says, picking up Kor again.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Grant hitting, or being hit?

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fuck if I know. He's a sick goddamn piece of shit. He's in league with the monsters!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We know that. He's possessed, like most of your folks.&quot;

City Rat:<font color="#000000">Squeak! ''Noooooo! My meat! Mine! MINE!''

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whitaker sucks six dicks of Hextor and decided to play summoner.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Don't make me use de Choppa.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">A Battleaxe is drawn.

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well fuck I knew that. I saw him doing some kind of ritual. Next thing I know I'm waking up with a monster in my head.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Waking up with a monster in your head? You could .. .. the possession fucked up, didn't it?&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">Grant's hitting the wall with the warhammer. WHAM! &#171; &#160;1d8+24 = 5 + 24 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;


 * Shankfang the Deffrider chases the rat!


 * Ansramil Hawkin looks around the wall to the expert. &quot;Can that happen?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 14 + 13 = 27&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Touch attack!

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

City Rat:<font color="#000000">NO! DX

City Rat:<font color="#000000">MY FINGER! GIVE ME BACK MY FINGER!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Here, have some bread instead.

City Rat:<font color="#000000">THAT'S NOT MEAT. &gt;:O

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">How are you getting +24 damage?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">It's better than meat. &gt;:|

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">Full power attack, two-handed swing.

City Rat:<font color="#000000">IT IS NOT! GIMME MY MEAT BONE!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Try it, you'll like it.

City Rat:<font color="#000000">IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE BLOOD IN IT.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Dip it in blood.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">There's some on the floor over there.

City Rat:<font color="#000000">I WANT MY FINGER!

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">WHAM! &#171; &#160;1d8+24 = 5 + 24 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Too bad, it's not your finger.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;How the fuck, though. I mean.. some of the folks had the nerve to lit their fags from a hellhound's breath. Not obvious targets at all.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">CRASSSSSSSH

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Take the bread and deal with it, before I take it back.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl assists in moving debris out of the way.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;We have a body.&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- fuck. Healer!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you a trained exorcist, s-}


 * Thomas Lazarus rushes over!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That. . . doesn't look good.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 7 + 11 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; The lieutenant kneels beside the fallen inquisitor.


 * Thomas Lazarus dons a grave frown and immediately checks the body. &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 19 + 17 = 36&#160;  &#187;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Uh, ve found de otter girl, Hy tink. Don't look good.&quot;


 * Roy Stanford stands up, with a grave frown. Dead, from a wound in her chest... a bloodied dagger is clenched in her hand. &quot;.... self-inflicted. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">And there's the good mood. &quot;Saint Cuthbert, weigh her soul justly so that she joins the armies of your faithful in everlasting glory of carrying out thy holy work.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Good news, Hy got hyu finger.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The swine. She must have gone bonkers in here.'

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;think there might be more cells like that?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Theres enough room on that wall for at least one more....&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I hope not.&quot;


 * Roy Stanford looks aside to Thomas. &quot;.... Can fiends force their vessels to do such things? ... Inquisitor Winter was a tough woman.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl notes the distance between the cells, and the space inside.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;If there are three, there would be one here, if they are symetrical.&quot;


 * Grant Warner passes into the room, carefully avoiding the body, and tapping on the walls. He shakes his head. &quot;... Solid, here.&quot; He continues to go along the walls.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I doubt they needed to. Alone, in complete darkness, anyone would have ended up this way.&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">Tap tap. ... And then he takes the hammer in both hands. With a shout, he swings it into the wall -- WHAM! &#171; &#160;1d8+24 = 7 + 24 = 31&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot; Oh shit, no. No. &quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain loos somberly into the cell. &quot; How  long was she in there?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">*lloks

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">*looks

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi takes a brief moment to walk along the walls. Elf senses go~

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who knows. I don't think we'd gain anything by questioning her.. and I don't feel like doing it, either..&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot; ... Come on, sister. Everyone else is in the mess hall. We'll get everything straightened out. &quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( shit. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">-- fffff

Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( :X ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl you broke fog. XD

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">&gt;:O

Sszeyl: <font color="#ff">(( My bad. I'll accept a neganom. ))


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs and remains knelt by the body. &quot;...&quot;

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

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

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

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">IS THAT LOOT?!

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl assists in hammering the wall.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Evidence lockers

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d10+6+2d6+1d6+6 = 8 + 6 + 4 + 3 + 6 = 27&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Which could contain loot!

VAE:<font color="#000000">you don't get to loot the FUCKING POLICE STATION

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Fire and rage hammer at the stone.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(Lia, why has Alissa not moved out of her cell?)

VAE:<font color="#000000">Because she's staying in

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">WHAMMMMM! The wall crumples!

VAE:<font color="#000000">She might not want to rush out and look at her friend's corpse

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I'll loot whatever I damn well please. &gt;:|

Miron:<font color="#000000">Fuck yu will

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sir... I'll take Alissa up to the others.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Blood.&quot;


 * Roy Stanford nods. &quot;Go. We'll press on.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Who's gonna stop me, you? :P


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Ladder.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Door.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Yes. I will.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">Sszeyl tries to track the blood pattern.

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">A walking drip, or falling drip?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi takes a brief moment to walk along the walls. Elf senses go~

GM:<font color="#000000">We're going to be wrapping up shortly, so wrap up soon, please. :3 Sszeyl, Search check. Where are you walking, Tathi?

GM:<font color="#000000">What wall are you walking along?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">The perimeter of all the walls exposed so far.. and yeah, into the new room as well.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain walks over to Alissa. &quot; I'm sorry for asking, but... how long did you say you and Charlotte were in there?&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">No secret doors, per se.

Inquisitor Alissa Irving:<font color="#000000">&quot; Fuck if I know... how long's it been? &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor has nothing else to do in the cell, and he walks out. &quot;Understandable.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; I don't know, that's why I asked you...oh well. &quot; Vonain walks away.


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs, and finally remembers himself after standing up.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...and honestly, I'm really confused right now. ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 5 + 2 = 7&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Int check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">NOPE.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">How so, Glitch?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">can someone please summarize/recap all the information learned since busting the first wall down? Because I got lost shortly after that. I have these objects here in front of me, but they're not logically/chronologically connecting in my mind.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;... All the more reason to hunt him down, quickly.&quot; Stanford carefully moves the body out of the way of trampling feet. &quot;Let's move.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Please hold a moment, senior inquisitor.&quot; Tom touches up Warner's wounds. &quot;In the excitement.. ... ..well.. best to get this out of the way before we run into anything else.&quot; Cures pile on. CMW: &#171; &#160;6d8+9 = 22 + 9 = 31&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;


 * Grant Warner nods. &quot; Thanks. &quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(including &quot;who are these girls&quot; and &quot;why they are in here as opposed to elsewhere&quot;, if that;s known)

Sszeyl:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Door or ladder first?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I keep seeing lines that -look- like they are responses to things, but scrolling back doesn't find me what the respond-to was.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And. . . sorry. We'll ... we ..just have to hope that one day, we shall meet in His Basilica&quot;


 * Roy Stanford looks up. &quot;... This is the corridor leading to the shrine. I recognize it.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus starts.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;That ladder leads up to the barracks, if I'm correct.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(but yeah, everything since busting the wall down and everyone shouting about monsters, I am completely lost)

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(So, if anyone who knows what's going on feels like it, a recap/summary would be appreciated. ^^; )

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Hold on a minute. Sheyth, what the fuck are you doing here?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Devils can teleport. They walled everything up and have been porting in and out of here with prisoners. So I think.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I don't know what you're confused about..

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Based on context clues, the monster in question was not a big deal.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Seeing this through.&quot; He says simply.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We can see that they were rats hounding her.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor falls silent after his not particularly eloquent attempt to make Irving feel better, and moves towards the shrine entrance.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Glitch - first of all, people in conditions like that quickly lose track of time

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Things are about to get rough, fast. If you're coming, get in the rear guard.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">In fact, if she was there for longer, it's a small miracle she's sane

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I do believe I already am.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">-how- long? How long has it been? Does anyone know? One day, two, three?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">No.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Heh... I'll clarify what the monster was post-session.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The answer is no..

VAE:<font color="#000000">There was a soviet spy that managed, for a number of weeks - he did it by ripping a button off his prison uniform, flinging it, then searching through the cell for it

VAE:<font color="#000000">All the time, to keep his mind busy with something

GM:<font color="#000000">Let's leave off on that note, and gird up for the taking of the shrine next time.

VAE:<font color="#000000">*nod*

VAE:<font color="#000000">Anyways, noms.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Drat it. No actual stopping and catching breath this session. &gt;:/

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Thomas for all of the praise.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Tathi, for moustache retort.

GM:<font color="#000000">When hopefully guests won't keep unplugging the router mumble grumble. *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">GM, for ossyluth tripping on its tail

VAE:<font color="#000000">(and there was something else I had mentioned up there0

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It just rolled a 1..

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yeah, but the effects were hillarious. Both prone.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Roy for Commanding in harsh conditions. Shankfang for FINGEEEER.

VAE:<font color="#000000">That said, there was something else

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian for Weasel hunt.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seconding Finger.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You nomming another NPC again

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Vargie for snack food.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yep!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Vargie for Angelus reenactiment

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Sszeyl for weasel get. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Nomming Miron for fear of telepathic elves.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Alissa Irving, for Finally, someone worthy of a challenge.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">sszeyel for problems pushing the desk? screw that I'll just pick it up.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Gnoggle for &quot;BIG BOOM!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seriously.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Cuthbert's leaden dick got me laughing

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Well now you know why she said 'thought so'

VAE:<font color="#000000">And there's someone who actually matched Miron.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Wait, telepathic? wat?

VAE:<font color="#000000">And actually, Nomming Tathi for that bit too. Pressing *all the buttons at once*

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">nomming gnogglebolt for making everyone hate tech even more. |D

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hah, yes

VAE:<font color="#000000">If boom don't work, use more boom

VAE:<font color="#000000">And then Grant comes

VAE:<font color="#000000">And takes the walls down like Mario

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi in Miron's head: http://www.hilariousgifs.com/push-all-the-buttons/

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yes ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">She's totally fond of doing just that.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh, right

VAE:<font color="#000000">That was the GM nom

VAE:<font color="#000000">Bridget Branston

VAE:<font color="#000000">Picklemaking.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">Like Mario? I didn't jump on 'em. Though damn, a Koopa shell'd be useful right about now. We could farm 'em for one-ups on all these corners. *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">Not osyluth

GM:<font color="#000000">The GM is losing coherency. =3= Any more noms?

VAE:<font color="#000000">nothing comes to mind

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">wonder if anyone ever found the prank-trolling...

VAE:<font color="#000000">nobody gave a fuck

GM:<font color="#000000">Thomas - 100 XP - Yay praise |D 100 XP - Medic! Tathi - 100 XP - That's called a moustache, Miron. 100 XP - Professional button-smasher. Aelian - 100 XP - Weasel hunt. 100 XP - Hey Ed whatcha doin'. &gt;:D Sszeyl - 100 XP - Animal Control Officer. 100 XP - *desk lift* Shankfang - 100 XP - GIMME THAT FINGER! Miron - 100 XP - How does she know?! Gnogglebolt - 100 XP - KABLEWY 100 XP - Manacle destruction. Alissa Irving - 100 XP - A CHALLENGER APPROACHES. FUCK. Roy - 100 XP - Commanding under pressure.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Heh, actually. RAM for the hillariously IC &quot;Let's loot a police station&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Anything I missed before I save the campaign file?

VAE:<font color="#000000">58800

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">61672

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;54100+100+100 = 54100 + 100 + 100 = 54300&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Alissa Irving - 100 XP - A CHALLENGER APPROACHES. FUCK

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">*YES*

VAE:<font color="#000000">SO MUCH YES

RAM:<font color="#990000">59400

Liatai:<font color="#000000">As a side note, here's what the monster was.

VAE:<font color="#000000">something darkness-loving. Or just her tripping

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">64715/66000

VAE:<font color="#000000">heh. The bar is getting closer

RAM:<font color="#990000">Jeezus fuck Tom stop getting so much XP. :B

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">56200/66000

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I don't.. =w=;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">you're giving Tom stage fright

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I just don't lose it in tokens.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Hatari characters always advance faster than anone else's.

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

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">He's just better than us.

RAM:<font color="#990000">I don't, either.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Alissa is a favored soul. She has Protection from Evil as one of her spells.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, that makes sense.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There was an ethereal devil hanging out in there, waiting for her to weaken.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I figured it was the bold city rats after her.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Favoured Soul of Saint Cuthbert?

VAE:<font color="#000000">*yes*

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">And she made it GTFO?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It got close to her as the spell was about to wear off -- that's when she shouted at it to GTFO. That was her re-casting the spell.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Then explosions happened, and the devil scarpered.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Why is it that whenever I think Lia made the awesomest NPC ever she trumps it?

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">x3

RAM:<font color="#990000">Go explosions.

VAE:<font color="#000000">http://youtube.com/watch?v=CBwPC_UEN-w

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I actually haven't decided on a deity for her, but Saint Cuthbert seems likely. :B

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Wee Jas needs more love.

VAE:<font color="#000000">*yes*

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Just saying.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Doo eet

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Could be Wee Jas.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Some minority eccentric deity no one brings up? :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seriously. She makes for the most hillariously awesome Cuthbert favoured soul.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Wee Jas is awesome, but this'd be...

VAE:<font color="#000000">Especially with her using &quot;Cuthbert's Leaden Dick&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay, you know what I meant to say

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">If the games dictated what religious canon was, Kord would be Torgue, Cuthbert would be Ron Swanson, and Wee Jas wouldn't even be a goddess.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">She would be the High Priestess of Esaleth.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Esaleth?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">so, server going down soon? :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Campaign file saved. :3

RAM:<font color="#990000">Fun times.

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


 * Meany picks up a shoehorn.

VAE:<font color="#000000">log saved

Liatai:<font color="#000000">A favored soul of Wee Jas would be the perfect sort of Yoriver misfit, though. XD


 * Meany savages Hatari with it.

RAM:<font color="#990000">When do ya wanna discuss Gunman abilities and rules and whathaveyou?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sometime after the guests leave. ^^;;;;;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ehh. It would, but her personality makes for an awesome cutthbertine FS

RAM:<font color="#990000">I imagine your tired. :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">*you're

VAE:<font color="#000000">you're


 * VAE tired too

RAM:<font color="#990000">So, how about tomorrow?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Your choice, really - both are LN deities anyways.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tomorrow, they'll still be here. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Holy carp

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">A fish and a guest reeks by the third day.

VAE:<font color="#000000">A very true slovak saying

Liatai:<font color="#000000">We have that here, too.

VAE:<font color="#000000">oh?


 * VAE hoards them sayings

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yep, fish and guests both stink in three days.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">universal time limit

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

RAM:<font color="#990000">Well, whenever they leave, then. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Said, bestest US saying I ever heard was &quot;Doesn't know his arse from a hole in the ground&quot;

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Good luck, Lia.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Let us know if you need help hiding the bodies.

VAE:<font color="#000000">No equivalent in our locales, and it's extremely well descriptive

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, we have a lot of ones involving arses, but not in this way.

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

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">Slovaks and Czechs are ass-people.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">They're like Italians.

Meany:<font color="#0000FF">You're not elidgible for marriage unless you have an ample hind bosom.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">going afk

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghost, server can go down whenever you wake up. ^^;


 * Ghostwish hits the snooze.

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

</i><i> You have disconnected.

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