Session 8

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Meany:Boom shakka lakka lakka.

VAE:woohoo!

VAE:meany is here

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Meany:Yo.

VAE:when did everyone come here?


 * Ghostwish pounces the VAE!

Meany:Quite a bit of time ago.

Faerie:You didn’t really miss anything though.


 * VAE mrows, and scratches him

Ghostwish:We’ve all just been sitting around, swapping DMFA porn and smut.

VAE:XDMeany:I never would have guessed Alex had such a colorful collection.

Ghostwish:Shall we spam the server with stat rolling now?

Ghostwish:Oh. btw, do you allow half-dice for HP?

Faerie:Meany: Oh, you don’t even know. >>

VAE:you can if you want... half/dice? nope, i don’t think so

Ghostwish:Doh.

VAE:at least not in current version

VAE:oh, what race are ya thinking of?

Ghostwish:Demon.

VAE:haha.. there’ll be a lot of demon NPC’s

Ghostwish:I figure since it’s a test run, we oughta see how all the races do.

Ghostwish:« 1d6 = 6 » « 1d6 = 5 » « 1d6 = 1 » « 1d6 = 5 »

Ghostwish:« 1d6 = 2 » « 1d6 = 2 » « 1d6 = 4 » « 1d6 = 1 »

Ghostwish:« 1d6 = 6 » « 1d6 = 6 » « 1d6 = 4 » « 1d6 = 4 »

Ghostwish:« 1d6 = 5 » « 1d6 = 6 » « 1d6 = 5 » « 1d6 = 3 »

Ghostwish:« 1d6 = 6 » « 1d6 = 5 » « 1d6 = 3 » « 1d6 = 5 »

Ghostwish:« 1d6 = 2 » « 1d6 = 5 » « 1d6 = 1 » « 1d6 = 4 »

Faerie:So I’m curious, is this DnDMFA something that someone is planning to implement?

VAE:if you try to seduce Regina, i’ll probably fall out of chair laughing

VAE:yes, me and a few friends

Meany:Right now it’s in the mechanical phase.

VAE:me, saphroneth liatai meany, in order of magnitude of work

Meany:Worldbuilding hasn’t begun yet.

Ghostwish:16, nice, 8, ow, 16, nice, 16, nice, 16, nice, 11. Pretty damn good! I’ll take em.

VAE:oh, what species?

VAE:you have some boons and few drawbacks based on species too

Ghostwish:Hrmmmmm.........

Meany:Waiiit.

VAE:see the aptly titled Species page

Ghostwish:....

Ghostwish:... *cackle*

Ghostwish:Which one is Regina?

Ghostwish:Goat?

VAE:regina so far falls under Equine and bovine

Meany:I thought Derish didn’t want to be anywhere near the cart.

VAE:since goats are cow relatives

Meany:She’s a gazzelle.

VAE:and gazelles are also cow relatives

VAE:so far i am using it for everyone hooved

Ghostwish:Sweet. I am so going gazelle.

VAE:the -4 to dex will hurt a little though, for your class

Ghostwish:Erk. Just saw that.

VAE:but yeah, they do make excellent mage classes due to upgraded hit dice

Liatai:I return! With bacon!

VAE:yay!

Ghostwish:Oh well, so much for the -perfect- boyfriend idea.

Meany:Yo.

VAE:you’d wonder Ghostwish

Ghostwish:About what?

Ghostwish:Musteline & Lagomorph - I forget what those are???

VAE:heh, about what the above can do .. .sadly as you are in, i dunno

VAE:Weasels and Rabbits and related

Meany:Weasles and rabbits.

VAE:like Wildy

Meany:Gah, ninjaed.

Ghostwish:Part of me wants to say skunks... O.o

Meany:Skuns are mustelides.

Meany::^VAE:haha.. you’d get a breath weapon

Ghostwish:‘breath’.

VAE:well.. the other breath

Meany:Fart attack? :V

Liatai:A breath weapon, from the other end.

Ghostwish:PERFECT. Someone spots him hiding, FRRRAAPPP, and he’s gone. XD

VAE:really! can use once per hour... 1d4 poison, target must roll DC 10+BAB Fort save against being nauseated for 1d4 rounds

Ghostwish:Noted.

VAE:a LOT of your foes will be undead though, or worse

VAE:so i don’t think you will find too much application

Ghostwish:... so does regina like the strong one, the good looking one, or both?

VAE:Both... prefers a harem

Meany:Of Slicks in harem costumes.

Meany:Mmmmmm.

VAE:uncle Aliph taught her some nasty stuff during the time though

Meany:Greater Geas?

VAE:i gotta shower.. brb

VAE:nah, she’s only lvl 8 total

Ghostwish:before mods: 16 int, 16 str, 16 con, 8 wisdom, 16 cha, 11 dex

Ghostwish:after mods: 16 int, 16 str, 14 con, 8 wisdom, 16 cha, 15 dex

VAE:there’ll be one more major NPC, at least one so far

Ghostwish:Wait, forgot the demon mods. XD

VAE:since you are level 14, +4 str +4 con -2 wis

VAE:level 13 pardon

VAE:DP is level 14

Ghostwish:16 int, 20 str, 18 con, 6 wisdom, 16 cha, 15 dex - level 13

Liatai:The bacon has been devoured. Who’s here? :3

Meany:I live.


 * Dr. Hatari has completed his health management studies. He shuts down the gloomy post-apocalyptic strings ochestra soundtrack.

Ghostwish:I be making madness. XD

TMG:okay, I’m here

TMG:sorry for the delay, everyone!! :TMG:>:Liatai:It’s OK!

Ghostwish:He was gettin’ buttplugged by the puppetmaster.

Meany:Shall we get this horror show started?

Liatai:So, just waiting on Danman, then.

Faerie:I’ve actually hopped on Skype with my parents.

Faerie:TMG:anyway!

Faerie::xTMG:Liatai;, quick thing

TMG:did you remove all the dialogue from our little min-session?

TMG:ready for posting here for everyone else to see?

Liatai:-- Oh, shoot!

Liatai:I’ll do that now.

GM:Prepare for incoming text wall, guys...

TMG:Oh yes. This is going to be a -massive- wall of text

Ghostwish:RAISE SHIELDS

TMG:speaking of, ghost

TMG:The.... the Puppetmaster....it cannot be killed ;~;

TMG:I pounded that thing with so many Det AM Torps...

Ghostwish:Can to. Gonna start tractor beams, ASAP.

TMG:*pounded

VAE:me’s here

TMG:then he just sailed right in the middle of my formation ad hit all my guys with his freaky capture beam ;~;

VAE:so... liatai... will roll stats?

GM:Gnogglebolt continues to talk to the goblins as they walk. Drit blinks, and he gives a low whistle. Slat, the other goblin, also looks surprised, then starts to speak. Gnogglebolt’s face is grim, though the goblins can’t see it. However, he does slow down his pace, and walks next to the two goblins so they can see each other. Drit and Slat look at each other, then Drit starts quiet whistles and clicks. The other goblin returns them with a mutter, but Drit cuts him off with a shake of the head and a few more whistles. Gnogglebolt narrows his eyes on Drit as he cut Slat off.

Ghostwish:I’m gonna abuse this fusion system, and take all the rare knowledge skills.

VAE:haha

Faerie:(Sorry, I’m gonna be nonresponsive for a little bit. )

GM:Slat mutters, then Drit makes an exasperated hiss and whistles again. Gnogglebolt shakes his head slightly. Slat turns to Gnogglebolt and speaks; if his hands weren’t tied, Drit would be facepalming. He whistles loudly again, drawing out the notes. Slat seems to catch on to something, and Drit breathes a sigh of relief.

VAE:i won’t do anything against it sincce the idea of this session is to find gross bugs like this

Ghostwish:Yah, see, I think you should make em per what class they intend to be.

Ghostwish:Cuz.. giving anyone access to the wizard’s skill set? That’s knowledge skills that maybe only 1 or 2 other classes get.

VAE:in theory they should be getting their own sets... but i was lazy to do it

Ghostwish:There’s a reason there’s a class called loremaster.

VAE:technically, demons are old as dirt, so they might

GM:Gnogglebolt hums for a minute. Then, he speaks again, pulling out the ledger. Slat looks at Drit, who nods. Then, Slat starts speaking for quite a while. Gnogglebolt nods again, then raises an eyebrow... then facepalms.

Ghostwish:This is true.

VAE:also.. did they have wizard as favored class?

TMG:(by the way guys, this is all stuff that’s going on while we’re walking to Castleton)

TMG:(All the other characters can see this)

GM:Slat keeps talking, then Drit whistles sharply and then starts whistling and clicking. Gnogglebolt looks down, considering what he’s heard. There’s still something he has to tell them...but it can wait just a little longer. He looks back up, and then speaks. Gnogglebolt then focuses one eye on the goblins. Slat looks a little surprised. Drit hesitates, then nods curtly.

VAE:wait.. demons have fighter and sorcerer as favored classes

VAE:angels have wizard

GM:Slat stares. Drit clicks, then whistles; it’s hard to tell with the mask, but he might be smirking. Gnogglebolt narrowed his eyes at Slat when he spoke the first time, then raises his eyebrow the second time. Slat glares somewhat irritably at Gnogglebolt. Gnogglebolt points to Fredirck.

Ghostwish:Huh?

Ghostwish:....

Ghostwish:Okay who changed the page? XD

VAE:not me

Ghostwish:I refreshed it and now it says sorcerer. XD

VAE:WTF

GM:Gnogglebolt nods to Drit. Gnogglebolt looks to Slat. Slat spits, looking rather brown in the face. (Green skin plus blush...) Drit remains silent for now, letting Slat have his outburst. Underlings, sheesh.

VAE:demons were last edited 1st october

Meany:Guys, your making it hard to follow the GM text.

VAE:come to my IRC channel Ghost

VAE:#argument_atrium

GM:Gnogglebolt speaks again, holding up a hand. He narrows his eyes at Drit yet again. Then, he sighs... and reaches into his backpack, pulling out Granch’s skull.

GM:Drit’s eyes widen, and he whistles. Slat’s jaw almost hits the floor. (Well, the forest floor. The path.) Gnogglebolt nods grimly, then puts the skull away.

GM:Slat rounds on Drit. Drit shakes his head quickly and starts whistling, seeming to deny something. Gnogglebolt, knowing a heated situation when he sees one (and the rest of the party might react to this, too), steps in between them and urges them to continue walking so the others don’t get too curious and stop.

GM:Bad choice, Gnogglebolt. Now Slat’s rounding on you. Drit stands back and continues walking, keeping an eye on Slat, but not keeping direct eye contact. Gnogglebolt rolls Diplomacy.

TMG:(disregard that comment about the rest of the party reacting)

TMG:(it was rendered unecessary)

GM:Slat growls, then falls silent for a moment. Gnogglebolt keeps talking. Drit starts whistling a little tune, half to himself, listening in. Slat looks confused. Gnogglebolt, yet again, raises an eyebrow at Drit. Slat looks baffled. Gnogglebolt hums, and asks a question. Drit pauses, shuffles, shrugs his shoulders a little, glances down, and then makes some dark-sounding hisses and clicks. Slat translates.

GM:Both Slat and Gnogglebolt pay attention to Drit. Drit whistles sharply, then clicks twice. Eight more clicks. Slat says one word, then Drit hisses and shakes his head. Of all the times for a henchman to suddenly decide he’s good at math, honestly. :/

GM:Gnogglebolt says something; Drit nods at Gnogglebolt. SOMEONE got it, no thanks to the henchman. Sheesh. Drit whistles sharply again. Looking somewhat frustrated, Drit clicks twenty-eight times. Gnogglebolt, sounding somewhat confused, says something, and Drit nods quickly.

GM:Gnogglebolt makes (yet another) long speech in Goblin, and Drit nods, whistling another musical phrase.

GM:Something else occurs to Gnogglebolt, and he asks a question. Drit tilts his head back for a moment, then whistles. Gnogglebolt nods again, says a long speech in Goblin... then pauses. He looks at each of the people walking with them. Gnogglebolt looks them all over carefully, one by one, looking them up and down, as if really seeing them for the first time. Gnomes loved mysteries. And and idea just blossomed in his mind. Gnogglebolt smiles, and starts talking to the group...

Liatai:Whew! DONE. XD

You whisper to Liatai: ... and now for the stats

TMG:One sec, trying to fix my mouse...

Ghostwish:Yah, it’s a good thing that was a mini session.. Derish would have likely drawn his sword and threatened to kill the next person who didn’t speak common. XD

Meany:Game on?

TMG:oooone moment...

Liatai whispers: « 1d6 = 6 » « 1d6 = 1 » « 1d6 = 5 » « 1d6 = 3 »

Liatai whispers: « 1d6 = 1 » « 1d6 = 5 » « 1d6 = 3 » « 1d6 = 3 »

Liatai whispers: « 1d6 = 3 » « 1d6 = 4 » « 1d6 = 1 » « 1d6 = 3 »

TMG:must fix mouse...

Liatai whispers: « 1d6 = 2 » « 1d6 = 2 » « 1d6 = 2 » « 1d6 = 3 »

Liatai whispers: « 1d6 = 4 » « 1d6 = 2 » « 1d6 = 6 » « 1d6 = 2 »

Liatai whispers: « 1d6 = 6 » « 1d6 = 2 » « 1d6 = 4 » « 1d6 = 6 »

Meany:Also, why is Derish still in front of the cart? :U

Liatai:I don’t know. You guys can move your characters around if you want. XD

Liatai:And you can start dialogue whenever you want, too. :3

GM:Game on!

Sszeyl:“Did the trail become longer since we last walked it, or are we lost?"

You whisper to Liatai: 14 11 10 7 12 16 ? not bad at all

TMG:It’s a half-hour walk x3

Liatai whispers: I

Liatai whispers: I’ll take it!

TMG:PM on the forums, plz?

Meany:?TMG:aw, shoot, that was supposed to be whispered

Liatai:Sure, Tech. One sec...

TMG:in the meantime, yes, game on

Gnogglebolt:“Companions, I have learned a great deal of information."


 * Sszeyl switches holds on the cart, pushing with his legs and back, while rubbing the javelin wound.

Derish:Derish doesn’t stop eyeballing the cart for a second.

Barshal:“From all that code speak, I suspect?”

Trofim:What code speak?

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods to Brashal. “Well, if you want to call it that.”

Terri:Terri, on Papa, trots up to Sszeyl. “Do you want me an’ Papa to pull that, Mr. Sszeyl?”

Barshal:“All that silly whistling. I could barely hear it myself, but I knew they were doing it everytime Derish tucked his ears. The goblins were horribly off key, it would seem.”

Gnogglebolt:“Our suspicions confirmed, there was indeed a larger operation running.”

Derish:“Slavery?”

Gnogglebolt:“And Drit is unable to speak normally, which is why he whistles and clicks. SLat has to translate for him.”

Trofim:Lie mages! they must be behind it!

Trofim:I knew it the moment i found the book!

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks to Derish. “Not...quite. For so it seems, this tribe of goblins was frequently assaulted by another.

Gnogglebolt:“After every battle, they would gather up the bodies and cast them in a pit for animals.”

Gnogglebolt:“But that changes when ‘a strange lady’ approached them one day...and bought the corpses off of them.”

Sszeyl:Looking down at Terri. “While I appreciate the offer, no. I’m still able to push it for a ways.”

Terri:“If you say so, Mr. Sszeyl.” The girl and dog step back a little.

Gnogglebolt:“Granch Redmaw, then leader at the time, apparenty saw a lucrative business when he saw one.”

Gnogglebolt:“And the strange lady brought friends.”

Trofim:Who were the lie-mages!

Gnogglebolt:“All of them, buying corpses. Eventually, Granch got bolder and started kidnapping live subjects.”

Barshal:“A necromancer?”

Gnogglebolt:“It’s very obvious now; the ones buying the corpses were most likely necromancers.”

Derish:“Foolish goblins. They were buying your corpses. Soon, they would be buying YOU.”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl returns to a more conventional way of pushing the cart. He honestly doesn’t care about the goblin’s organization, he just wants to get his rent money and get under a roof.

Gnogglebolt:“Granch and the two humans in the cave were most likely turned at the same time as well, they seem to have happened in the same time-period. In between two days and twenty-eight hours ago.”

Gnogglebolt:“They had several clients come through during that time.”

Papa:*starts nudging the cart from behind with his head; look, I’m helping!*

Gnogglebolt:“While they all are most likely necromancers, any one of them could have turned Granch and the humans right in the cave.”

Barshal:“So the question is, when can we ambush them?”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl reaches down and pets the dog lightly. He hadn’t done it before, so probably wasn’t doing it right. “Good dog.”

Gnogglebolt:“They said their next expected client, the original strange lady, normally comes on Loda, day after tomorrow. But then, they also said that she had come within the time-period specified above, which was unusual.”

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 4 + 2 = 6 »

Sszeyl:Int check on petting dogs correctly.

Terri:Terri slides off the dog’s back and walks closer to the rest of the party.

Liatai:XDDerish:Derish scrunches up his nose. “Are you trying to rip his ears off, drow?”

Gnogglebolt:“but then again, that’s future investigation...That could be handled by the castle guard. On the other hand...”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shakes his head.

Papa:Papa stops pushing the cart for a moment to look up at Sszeyl. Baroo? What are you doing?

Sszeyl:“Sorry. Not many dogs up in the mountains.”

Terri:“... The guard didn’t do much for Mr. Henderson...” Terri mutters to herself.

Barshal:“I believe we should handle them ourselves. City folk cannot be trusted with the simplest of things, and this is not simple.”

Gnogglebolt:“It’s difficult to concentrate on some things while walking.” Gnogglebolt looks up to all of the group. “After we have dropped off Drit and Slat...I would like it if we all found somewhere to sit down and talk.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks oddly at Barshal. “I am what you would refer to as “city-folk”. And the more complex, the better.”

Sszeyl:“Some of us,” Sszeyl not so subtly gestures at Derish, “require medical attention, first.”

Gnogglebolt:“But yes. We should--” Gnogglebolt stops as he hears Sszeyl. “Ah yes, of course.”

Barshal:“Yes, you are city folk. That is why I am here.” The wildforged says in a very smug manner.

Fredrick Henderson:“If you need them, I have a few curative potions. The goblins didn’t search us very well if we didn’t cause problems.”

Gnogglebolt:“Very well then, while I any anyone else who wishes to come drops off these two goblins, anyone who needs it can seek medical attention, then we should all meet back up. Agrreable?”

Derish:“Sounds good!”

Trofim:Hmm *mutters to beridze* Seems allright!

Terri:“Where are we meeting, Mr. Sparkgear?”

Sszeyl:“As long as you and I get to chat, as agreed previously. Very well.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt glances over at Sszeyl. “Of course.” To Terri, he says “Ah, as soon as the city is in sight, we should be able to pick out a landmark.”

Gnogglebolt:“Now, let us focus on getting there...”

Sszeyl:“Anyone who’s getting tired can ride in this cart, if they wish."

TMG:(DM timeskip, if there are no objections? )

Trofim:*Trofim boredly kicks a rock as he marches forwards*

Liatai:The city starts to come into view as your group crosses over the next hilltop.

Trofim:*thinks* hmm, finally...

Liatai:The guards, now somewhat accustomed to seeing your group arriving with goblins, only gives you some odd looks.

Liatai:*only give you some odd looks

Trofim:Trofim treads carefully, remembering his latest misadventure

Gnogglebolt:As the group nears the gates, Gnogglebolt looks as high as he can, then points. “That tower over there. Shall we meet at the base of it?”

Trofim:allright

Terri:“Sounds good to me!”

Derish:“Of course.”

Papa:*Woof!*

Barshal:“Suits me.”

Sszeyl:“Sure. I assume we’re dividing the spoils there, too?”

Fredrick Henderson:“If you don’t mind, I’m going to go back to my family’s shop... I’d be happy if I never saw another goblin again as long as I live.”

Gnogglebolt:“Very well. Anyone who wishes to accompany me to dropping off the goblins, come along. I will also need to hand the rented cart and pony back and sell back the spare, but that can be done later.”

Barnabus:*me too!*

Gnogglebolt:“One moment, mister Henderson.”

Fredrick Henderson:“Hm?”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt goes to the cart that Sszeyl is dragging, and pikcs up two sacks that he filled up while they were back at the cave. He hefts the two things, the bulk of which nearly overwhelems the small person, and waddles over to Fredrick with a grim expression.

Derish:“I don’t have much else to do, so I’ll tail you in case the goblins get upity.”

Barshal:“I am going to.. avoid the city. I do not like the stares.”

Gnogglebolt:“These sacks contain the bones of the two living skeletons we destroyed. As they are most certainly the ones who were captive with you, only you may be able to identify them and ensure they are returned to their families for proper memorial services.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks over to Barshal. “We are meeting -in- the city, that tower is in the middle of the commercial district.”

Fredrick Henderson:“...” Fredrick takes the two sacks gravely. “I... I will see to it.”

Gnogglebolt:“But if you wish, you could lay low for maybe half an hour until we meet up there...”

Sszeyl:Spot check on potential treasure poachers. :U

Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 11 + 5 = 16 »

Gnogglebolt:Gnoglebol nods to Fredrick, bowing solemnly. “I am deeply sorry for what has happened here.”

Barshal:“I will be at the tower at the time. No earlier.” Barshal says simply, turning about, and heading off the trail into the wilderness.

Trofim:Allright, Come Sszeyl!

TMG:okay, one sec

Gnogglebolt:“Who’s coming with me to drop off the goblins? I’ll need someone to pull the cart in Sszeyl’s stead until I can sell it.”

Derish:“That will be an easy task for me.”

Fredrick Henderson:“Uhm...” Fredrick bows, a little more awkwardly since he has a cat on his shoulders and two bags of bones under his arms. “It’s nothing you need to apologize for, I should be thanking you all. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn’t come along?”

Sszeyl:“Trofim, I am staying.”

Fredrick Henderson:“Stop by the Clear Vial sometime... we’re in the arcane district. I’ll tell my wife to give you a discount.”

Derish:“You would be walking about with neither mind nor flesh.”

Gnogglebolt:“Indeed...” Gnogglebolt says thoughtfully to Fredrick.

Trofim:You COME with me! *trofim looks irked*

Sszeyl:“I need my share of the spoils for rent money.”

Trofim:allright.. we wait for the share.... and then we go

Gnogglebolt:“Do not worry, sszeyl, all the spoils will be divided when we meet.”

Gnogglebolt:“And we meet after I drop off the goblins and you get medical attention.”

Trofim:Then, let’s go

Gnogglebolt:“If you wish, count what is here now. I will even write it sown for you if you wish.”

Terri:“Papa and I can watch the cart if you want!”

Gnogglebolt:“And you can double-check that everything is there when we meet back up.”

Sszeyl:“One moment, Trofim.”

Trofim:Trofim watches him, brow clenched

Gnogglebolt:“Is that agreeable?”

Sszeyl:“Very well.”

Sszeyl:The drow seems sluggish, possibly from all the excitement today, out in the open air to which he is not accomodated.

Gnogglebolt:“Okay.” Gnogglebolt stands by the cart pulled by the pony, where all the valuables are, and stands aside to let the drow cast a careful eye over it all. Gnogglebolt also tosses the strange fan onto that cart.”

Gnogglebolt:(taking the fan from the found cart with the sacks on it and placing it with the rest of the valuables)

Liatai:So, just to make sure I have this straight... Trofim, Sszeyl, Terri, and Papa are staying with the cart, Gnogglebolt and Derish are going to drop off the goblins, and Barshal is off in the wilderness... wait, where’s Elros? O.o

Trofim:*they go again, to the Secret House (TM) where hopefully Zairith awaits*

TMG:oh, actually

TMG:the cart’s meant ot be going with Gnogglebolt

Ghostwish:Naked, in the middle of the street.

TMG:because he has to give the pony and first cart back and sell the second one

TMG:after dropping off the goblins

Faerie:Sorry, I just got off the call with my parents. My fault this time. :x

Liatai:It’s OK! XD

TMG:anyone can come with Gnogglebolt, and anyone else can seek medical attention or take care of other personal things

Faerie:I was like “oh, nothing’s happening with DnD, I’ll place a quick call” And then as soon as I do that, you guys start, and it turns into a longer call. :x

TMG:Gnogglebolt’s actually going to dump all the valuables in the sacks and carry them around that way after the carts and pony are returned

TMG:alex; oh, ouch xD

Liatai:So, just to make sure, what is everyone doing (aside from Gnogglebolt, since I have a pretty good idea)?

TMG:hate it when that happens

Derish:Derish is accompanying Gnogglebolt.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl picks up the chest, and shifts it around to get a feel for its weight.

Faerie:I mean, I didn’t mind it, but it seems like I’m never on DnD. :x

Barshal:Barshal is going back to the forests. He’ll be at the tower at the pre-determined time.

Liatai:It’s a little over 40 pounds.

Liatai:Faerie; Believe me, it’s OK. Real life has a way of sneaking up on you.

Sszeyl:“Forty pounds, give about ten to the trunk itself, so thirty pounds of gold.”

Sszeyl:And he sets it back upon the cart.

TMG:yeah, um...have you bee keeping a GM-notes list of the stuff, Liaai? ^^;

TMG:*Liatai

Liatai:I have. ^^

Sszeyl:Sszeyl looks down to the gnome. “You intended to take the foodstuffs back to their owners, correct?"

Faerie:I mean, RL just seems to have a particular habit of striking on Sundays for me. :x

TMG:okay, just double-checking. Can it be said that Sszeyl just knows what’s on the list?

Liatai:Sure, if Sszeyl’s player is okay with that. ^^

TMG:...question.

Liatai:Yes?

TMG:Did charities exist in medieval times?

Meany:I think so.

VAE:church ones

Meany:It was mostly religious groups asking for donations.

VAE:the monks helped

Faerie:I would imagine through churches, yes.

Liatai:The closest thing would probably be to donate money to an organization or cause you support. In this case, the churches are probably the closest things to real-life charities.

VAE:generally who came to a church or convent got asylum and some food etc

VAE:and some set up hospitals, like in OSaS

TMG:Hum. So there’s no one who hands things out to the needy, unless they’re one of the churches of a Good-aligned diety?

Liatai:You’d be looking for a temple of Pelor, Yondalla, Fharlanghn Ehlonna, Corellon Larethian... Some others, too.

TMG:ah, right.

VAE:yep, something like that tech

TMG:Alrighty tthen.

Liatai:So... Gnogglebolt is taking the carts and goblins. Barshal is off in the woods. Derish is going with Gnogglebolt. Who else is where?

Meany:Sszeyl is going to go with Trofim wherever he’s going, when the inventory is taken.

VAE:Trofim practically dragged Sszeyl away to go check whether Zairith is back

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks up at Sszeyl. “Ah yes, about the food. considering it won’t last long until it spoils, and there are always people down on their luck, I was thinking of donating the food to those who need it. Very few merchants would buy it, anyway, and we certainly can’t eat it all.”

Papa:*You sure? I can eat a lot. Papa licks his chops hopefully.*

Sszeyl:“Very well.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt notices Papa licking his lips and giving the “begging” dog-face at the food, and he reaches into a crate, pulls out a random item, and tosses it to Papa. “Of course, we can have a quick meal ourselves right now, too."

Faerie:(Also, where is everyone? I’m just seeing a black screen.)

TMG:ack! Why didn’t you say earlier, alex? o.o

Meany:I see joo, Sherry!

Faerie:Sorry, that usually gets straightened out. :x

Liatai:« 1d4 = 3 »

Papa:*oh boy, sausage! Nom nom nom*

TMG:so, Elros gonna say anything?

Elros:“Anything."

TMG:where’s he going/who’s he going with?

TMG:x3Elros:Elros goes with Gnogglebolt, in case he should need any help carrying the supplies.

Barshal:“Go fish.” Barshal says to the nymph.

TMG:pfft xD


 * Sszeyl picks up the fan, and turns it over in his hands. “What value would you assign this?” He holds it down for Gnogglebolt to inspect.

Terri:*peeks in one of the crates and takes out an apple.*

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks at it. “I’m not sure, but then again, I’m not selling anything potentially valuable yet. We’ll do that after we’ve divided the spoils.”

Gnogglebolt:“The only things I am relieving ourselves of are the carts, pony, and food.”

Gnogglebolt:“Everything else is kept for when we meet back up.”

Dog:« 1d20 = 7 »

Liatai:... er. Don’t mind that. XD

Sszeyl:“That is not what I meant.” Sszeyl then places it back in the cart. “But very well. Lead on, human."

TMG:Hokay! doot dee doot, timeskip? Gnogglebolt & co at the courthouse, Sszeyl and Trofim wherever they need to be?

Liatai:Indeed!

Faerie:Sounds good.

VAE:sounds fine

Gnogglebolt:Assuming no trouble along the way, Gnogglebolt approaches the courthowse from earlier with Drit and Slat in tow. “Hail, guardsmen!” Gnogglebolt calls to the person manning the entrance.

Guard:“More goblins for the work force, I see?”

Derish:“Or stew pot.”

Trofim:Trofim and Sszeyl in the meantime, reach the familiar house. Trofim knocks quickly, and tries to look unsuspicious, like only he can

Gnogglebolt:“Eh...possibly. Their sentance has yet to be determined. As is their exact crimes. That will be in a few days."


 * Sszeyl rubs his shoulder, following Trofim. Not bothering to try not looking suspicious.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt accompanies the escort of Drit and Slat in, to check on the other goblins.

Lethiriss:“Coming, ssss, I’m coming!”

Elros:Elros follows Gnogglebolt. Not as if he has other things to do at the moment.

Trofim:Listen « 1d20 = 12 »

Guard:The guard follows them in, jabbing a thumb toward the rows of cells to the left. “They’re in there. We had to separate some of them out, though. That Common-speaking one’s a biter.”

Gnogglebolt:When he sees the large group (minus Nintrok, Dosemz, and Schink, prewsumably, as the first two need special care as magic uses and the third -should- be getting taken care of...Gnogglebolt will be checking that out)

Meany:Pause.

Gnogglebolt:“Common-speaking...Dosemz? Oh dear."

Ghostwish:I have to leave in about 30 minutes. :TMG:(pausing!)

VAE:pausing

TMG:(and well, crap. The whole next bit is going to need input from all players/characters :/ )

Liatai:We can leave that off for next time, then... Get the goblins taken care of, get Trofim/Sszeyl’s mysterious business out of the way, and pick up next time.

Ghostwish:I’m perfectly fine with reading a log! Gods know my players do it.

Liatai:XDLiatai:Well, what do you say, guys? :3

VAE:well... do as you like

TMG:well, er, the next part is going to be all the characters sitting down in a circle, and every individual making decisions :/

VAE:i am allright either way

VAE:since i have some more floors of the castle to design

Faerie:Does that mean we’ve given up on Sofox?

Liatai:It seems that way. He hasn’t really shown any interest in wanting to come back...

TMG:actually, I’m trying to talk to him right this momet o.o

TMG:if I’m unlucky...

TMG:I LITERALLY just missed him by one minute

Liatai:I’ll keep Tadrim’s character sheet up to date in either case -- oh, OUCH.

Liatai:XDTMG:(-if- I’m unlucky, that is...)

Faerie:Ouch is right.

Liatai:If all else fails, Ghost, we can assume Barshal and Derish went off to do their own things and were a little late for the meeting.

VAE:yeah.. that sounds good

Ghostwish:I am assuming it is whether or not to go after the bad guys?

TMG:eh...very well. Doesn’t sit right with me, but it’s ghost’s decision.

TMG:Ghost; partially.

Ghostwish:Both Barshal and Derish would be in agreement to chase them.

TMG:that’s one of the things Gnogglebolt’s going to bring up

Ghostwish:The other?

TMG:several things

TMG:can’t list them all offhand at the moment >.>

TMG:Gawdammit. I really did miss Sofox by one minute >.

TMG:graaaah.

TMG:Okay! enough delays, what do you want to do, Ghost?say Derish and barshal wandered off and missed the meeting?

Barshal:“Miss Terri.”

Terri:“Yes, Mr. Barshal?”

Barshal:Barshal points down at an unusual sight. A collie with a blue collar. “This domestic found me in the woods, and bears a most unusual regelia.”

Terri:“-- MAMA!”

Barshal:Barshal blinks, a mere flicker of his glowing eyes. “You know this animal?”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt turns around at this, looking at what’s going on.

Terri:Terri runs up and hugs the dog; Papa and the other dog’s tails are wagging a mile a minute. “Of course I do! It’s Mama!"

Meany:Sorry.

Meany:Family drama.

TMG:meany; aw, dang o.o

Liatai:>: Sorry to hear it...

VAE:aww sucks

Meany:S’alright.

VAE:i know it first hand

VAE:it usually is pretty annoying

TMG:wait a sec

TMG:where is Barshal and Terri?

Liatai:By the tower they agreed to meet at.

TMG:because, didn’t Gnogglebolt and the others already leave to get inside the city?

TMG:and didn’t Terri come with--ah.

Liatai:Unless you’d rather they met somewhere else, Ghost? :3

TMG:Terri did not come along?

Liatai:Terri didn’t come along.

TMG:Ahh. So gnogglebolt’s not seeing this >_-

TMG:sorry

TMG:continuing at the courthouse;

Barshal:“A relation of papa then? May I ask why it bears the emblem of the Dragon Father?”

Lethiriss:Lethiriss opens the door again. “Trofim and Ssssszeyl! You are back ssso ssssoon?”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl shrugs. “Just for an hour. The human wanted to stop by for something."

Meany:Why am I continually being force-zoomed out?

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt follows the guard into the temporary holding cells, looking ahead for the group of goblins

TMG:yeah, what the heck’s going on?

Lethiriss:“Sss, I hope it issss not the chaliccce. I only jussst got it cleaned...”

Trofim:Yes... it’s.. whether Zairith is back?

Lethiriss:“No, he issss not... ssssstill out at the marketplacccce, I’m afraid.”

Trofim:Ah *bleep*

Trofim:It’s.... we were back in the dungeon, and the goblins had a lot of caged animals and people, like the two wolves in the northeastern cage who were all skinny and sickly beforeYes Beridze, i know!

Liatai:Most of the goblins are in one cell, while Dosemz is in another, farther down the line. You can hear him swearing from where you are. Grapmak is also in a seperate cell.

Trofim:I mean... they were apparently trying to make skeletons from them, and could carry worse penalties than i thought

Lethiriss:“... You’d besssst come inssside.” Lethiriss holds the door open and steps back.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl sighes at the human having no subtlety, and enters.

Trofim:Trofim shakes and walks inside

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt understands Dosemz being separated, but grapmak? “Why is that one not with the others?” Gnogglebolt asks, pointing to Grapmak

Trofim:So as i was saying... the goblin who knows true magic could serve a far longer sentence since that’s who the gnome suspects

Guard:“He was making noise yelling at the others. We thought he was the leader... It’s usually best to seperate the leader from his underlings so he doesn’t try to stage an escape plan.”

Trofim:Content? *he speaks to the skull*

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt frowns. “Actually, you have part of that backwards. If he continued the behavior he has displayed to me, he was most likely actually trying to keep the others -in line-. He’s the smart one, and does seem to command some respect.”

Gnogglebolt:“One moment, I’m going to talk with them.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt steps forward to the bars of Grapmak’s cell, and speaks in his tongue.

Lethiriss:“Sss, isss that sssso?”

Trofim:Yes, yes

Grapmak:Grapmak looks up as they pass, and he has something of an ugly look on his face as he sees Drit.

Trofim:so.. it would be good if you let him know

Trofim:also.. did you find anything about the book?

Trofim:Oh ... book... lie-mages! i know why it was there

Sszeyl:Sszeyl stands quietly, content with having a roof over his head instead of empty air.

Lethiriss:“Alasss, I am not a wizard, ssso no... Oh?”

Trofim:the gnome said! the goblins were dealing with lie-mages!

Trofim:selling them corpses!

Trofim:that’s who left the book in their dungeon!

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt sighs.

Grapmak:Grapmak lets out a sharp, barking laugh.

Sszeyl:“Is that it, Trofim? I do have to get my rent money, you know.”

Trofim:Oh.. true true...

Trofim:So.. in that case... that should be all

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shrugs.

Trofim:Rent money.... cart.... *suddenly grows angry*

Trofim:and one more thing! Beridze had to heal a wolf faced friend... this bastard hit him with a cart

Sszeyl:Sszeyl looks over at Lethiriss. “Are all human adults this excitable?"

Ghostwish:Gotta fly!

Meany:Seeya.

VAE:see ya

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks up o the guard. “And on another note, where is the sick goblin? He is getting treatment, yes?"

TMG:seeya, ghost...

Lethiriss:“Sss-sss-sss! Trofim issss... unique.” And then Trofim tells his story. She laughs. “A wolf-facccced -- oh sssss -- you sssssimply MUSSSST tell me more!"

Liatai:See ya, Ghost!

VAE:bwhhahaha

Ghostwish is disconnected.

Trofim:Well... Sszeyl was carrying the cart we took from outside the goblin lair, where he found the fan he found and tried to STEAL

Guard:“One of Pelor’s priests is looking at him... some apprenticeship program.”

Trofim:the bastard! he almost got the party turned on him then!

Sszeyl:“Excuse me?”

Gnogglebolt:“Where is he? I’d just like to check up on him, just to be sure.”

Trofim:I remember! and Beridze does too!

Trofim:You tried to take the metallic fan!

Guard:“At Pelor’s temple, I’d imagine.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt frowns. “Oh? Not here? Hmm. Well, good thing I was likely to stop at the temple next anyway...”

Grapmak:Grapmak, meanwhile, is making several gestures at Drit through the bars.

Gnogglebolt:“One moment, there are a few more things I must take care of.”

Trofim:And the elf.. no the rockpile... someone saw him

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt walks over to Dosemz’s cell, looking oddly at Grapmak’s gestures, asking something in goblin

Sszeyl:Sszeyl looks almost murderous for a minute, then calms down. “I am not a sibling you can tattle to mother on.”

Trofim:and slapped him for it... i thought they will kill him for thievery

Trofim:Trofim looks angry! SSzel

Trofim:Zairith and Letris put you to my responsibility

Lethiriss:“Sssslow down. The rockpile?”

Sszeyl:“Mechanical druid.”

Trofim:you are important to them... and it seems a part of the goal that you won’t get killed

Trofim:they have plans for you... and you do not DARE break the plan itself!

Trofim:*Trofim seems burning with holy anger for a moment*

Grapmak:Grapmak says a few things as Drit whistles something back.

Trofim:*suddenly he calms down* The rockpile!

Sszeyl:Sszeyl looks about to make a retort, then shakes his head. “I am not perpetuating a childish argument. If you need me, I’ll be at the tower.” And off he goes.

Trofim:when we were at the city gates! the rockpile the guards tried to arrest for some reason, then he helped them catch me.. then he joined us, and he had a falcon

Trofim:....

Trofim:WAIT!

Trofim:*chases behind him when he notices he has left*

Trofim:Goodbye letris.. i must rush!

Dosemz:Dosemz huffs as Gnogglebolt adresses him.

Lethiriss:“Jusssst remember to closssse the door behind you!”

Trofim:Trofim slams the door as he chases behind the drow

Trofim:Allright!

Grapmak:Grapmak continues to gesture as Drit whistles and clicks.

Dosemz:Dosemz doesn’t say anything.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl continues to walk, not saying one word.

Gnogglebolt:gnogglebolt also looks worriedly over at Grapmak and Drit again

Trofim:Wait! I have to make sure you don’t get killed!

Sszeyl:“Great job so far.” Oooh, Mr. Snippy.

Elros:“Gnogglebolt, should we be worried about what they’re saying? And in any case, do you think it’s anything the city guard can’t handle?”

Trofim:Hey! you nearly killed that wolf man! and now you ran away before i could explain Letris everything!

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt stats to reply to Dosemz, but then stops and sighs. He looks back to Elros. “Possibly, one moment.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt walks over between Grapmak, and Slat and Drit.

Slat:The goblin jumps.

Elros:Elros nods, and watches.

Trofim:Our goal is important... i don’t know if Zairith told you all... we have spent months at this

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods at Slat.

Slat:The goblin looks back and forth between Grapmak and Drit, and promptly clamps his mouth shut.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt presses a hand in his face.

Trofim:and if he considers you important enough to make me guard you instead of doing more obvious things, you are important in some way... i don’t know how

Grapmak:The big goblin looks somewhat irritable.

Trofim:but still it means you must not get yourself killed

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt replies.

Meany:Danman, may I have a bit of time to formulate a reply before you continue on? :>

Meany:Hint hint.

VAE:heh... but trofim is rather oblivious

Grapmak:The big goblin draws himself up proudly.

VAE:he gets to talk... he doesn’t stop.. .you might actually end up speaking at the same time for a while

VAE:that is, before he notices

TMG:danan; that’s not what meany means

VAE:i know

TMG:I think meany is saying that you are typing too fast

VAE:i am just mentioning that it might as well have happened that way

VAE:trofim is rant-prone

VAE:anycase i gotta write a short dndmfa page, so meany will have time for a reply

Sszeyl:Sszeyl stops walking, and tries to remain calm. “I am a Terror of Orgolloyss. I can handle myself without your help. I know for a fact Zairith did not ask you to guard me, because he asked me to guard you. Now kindly, give me some metaphoric breathing room before I do that which I will be sorry for.” And off he goes again, walking a bit faster this time.

Grapmak:Grapmak says something, and Drit nods, making a sharp whistle, almost as if to say “I told you so."

Meany:Sorry about the venting.

Meany:Can’t find stress ball.

VAE:NP!

VAE:it’s realistic!

VAE:i guess it’s half the reason Letris sent trofim off... hearing him is tiring sometimes

Trofim:Wait.. so you are to guard me... i am to guard you... *looks confused*

Guard:The guard looks confused. “You speak their language? Should we separate these ones, too? If they’re plotting trouble...”

Sszeyl:“This is what my organization calls ‘the results of bad management.'"

Liatai:XDTrofim:But.. Zairith and Letris AREN’T BAD MAGEMENT! They aren’t lie-mages at all!

TMG:Gnogglebol’s been speaking in thir tongue this whole time.

TMG:whups, supposed to be whispered

Sszeyl:“Not everyone who isn’t a lie-mage is perfect....Oh no, he’s got me using that word now.”

Trofim:True... their thralls sure aren’t ... like the guards who threw me in jail...

Sszeyl:Sszeyl pinches the bridge of his nose.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks to the guard. “Yes, it is my negotiations that’s been getting them here peacefully.”

Trofim:but... Zairith and Letris understand our cause!

Sszeyl:“-Your- cause. I’m here because I’m incompetent.”

Gnogglebolt:“By the way, he is a small goblin. Hold for a moment, and take his bindings off. He can’t speak normally, and he seems to be trying to communicate this Grapmak--err, that one. I want to know what’s going on.”

Guard:The guard looks shocked."That’s against protocol! I can’t remove bindings until prisoners are in their cells!"

Liatai:(I foresee exposition on Sszeyl’s part coming up. :3 )

Gnogglebolt:“Oh. Alright then, just put him in the cell.”

Trofim:You are inco... what? Ah, right beridze, he can’t do stuff properly

Sszeyl:Sszeyl promptly makes the disillusioned Fa’Lina face.

Guard:The guard pauses. “... That’s acceptable.” He moves the two goblins into a cell and takes off the bindings, growling to them “Now you stay here.”

Trofim:I’d have thought so, with what he did..... but... you can’t be.. otherwise you wouldn’t be important for Zairith and Letris... *grabs his head*

Trofim:This is all confusing

Sszeyl:“Most everything is.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt stands by, watches, and listens to see what’s going on between Drit and Grapmak

Sszeyl:“As I explained before, Zairith is helping me set up topside as a favor to his cousin, who is my superior.”

Drit:Drit takes a moment to click amusedly, but as soon as the bindings are off, his fingers are flying, making similar gestures back to Grapmak. The guard stumbles back and starts to reach for his sword --

Elros:Elros looks over to the guard. “Easy now, they don’t seem to be making any moves at us yet.”

Guard:The guard looks at Elros, then glares at the goblins, still keeping one hand on his sword.

Gnogglebolt:“Wait a minute...” Gnogglebolt’s eyes go wide. “Does that look like magic?”

Trofim:Oh.. so .. you are a little like hired help.. except you don’t know to do stuff and he didn’t pay you....

Grapmak:Grapmak makes an odd choking sound.

Faerie:...force choke?

Trofim:*looks confused*

Faerie:Grapmak:He quickly turns it into a cough.

Liatai:XDGnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shouts in Goblin.

Sszeyl:“Incompetent does not equate inept, at least not in my nation."

Liatai:All of the goblins go quiet. Drit and Grapmak stop moving their hands.

Trofim:Huh?

Drit:Drit makes a few gestures to Grapmak, pointing at Gnogglebolt.

Trofim:*takes out Beridze* Can you explain now?

Guard:“I KNEW it! More magic-users!”

Sszeyl:“I’m a student, who questioned the teachings of the masters. And what the hell is that skull supposed to do?”

Grapmak:“No... magic. Dosemz. Nintrok. Only.”

Trofim:What skull? You mean Beridze?

Gnogglebolt:“Wait...you can speak Common?”

Guard:The guard starts.

Trofim:He is supposed to hear you out, and help me understand, since you like to use a lot of strange words.

Grapmak:“Common enough I speak --” The goblin switches back to Goblin.

Sszeyl:Another disillusioned Fa’Lina face from Sszeyl.

Trofim:Questioning his masters, Beridze? Oh, i see.. so he wasn’t obeying them, just like he isn’t obeying us now

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt spits out some words in Goblin again.

Drit:Drit facepalms.

Sszeyl:“You are -not- my master.”

Trofim:Letris told me i am! And her word is more than yours!

Trofim:I am to make sure you won’t die, and so you sho...

Sszeyl:“Lethiriss has no authority over me, either. Zairith is the one with all the real power over me.”

Sszeyl:“And his will is that I protect -you-.”

Grapmak:Grapmak looks somewhat frustrated.

Trofim:Letris has the same authority as Zairith! It was she who first helped my cause when i was just few months out of prison!

Grapmak:The goblin looks at Gnogglebolt oddly.

Gnogglebolt:(Gnogglebolt is carrying on an involved conversation with Grapmak

TMG:oh great.

Sszeyl:“My arrangement is with Zairith, if he chooses to extend it to Lethiriss, then she can grant you authority over me, but not until then. Oh, look. We’re here.”

Trofim:LETRIS IS.. Oh.. we arrived!

Meany:I assume they have been walking long enough to reach the tower?

VAE:haha, i guess so for so much babble

Gnogglebolt:Sense Motive: « 1d20 = 11 » (and I know there’s some modifiers for situations like this, if there’s a “lie” that’s hard to believe)

Liatai:... I’ll be back with you guys in a moment.

VAE:alright!

Liatai:Okay, folks, I’m back. Sorry about the sudden split. My father stopped by for a surprise visit.

Meany:Oh. :U

Meany:Yay?

Liatai:And by “sudden visit,” I mean “drop off leftover pizza for my brother ane yell at me.” -.-

VAE:haha

VAE:nice family

Liatai:Except for him? Yes, it is a nice family. -.- But anyway! Enough drama.

VAE:yep... we have enough drama in game

TMG:Gnogglebolt puts a hand in his face.

Liatai:Yep, Sszeyl and Trofim are at the tower... but a little early. Terri and two dogs are the only ones there.

Sszeyl:The drow walks up to the tower. “Hey, Terri. I assume we’re early?”

Trofim:Trofim forgets about everything

Trofim:Papa!

Trofim:and you have a friend here!

Terri:“Yep! Mr. Barshal stopped by, but he went somewhere...”

Papa:*Woof!*

Trofim:Trofim scratches the dog behind ears and on neck

Mama:*Woof! The new dog tilts its head at Trofim and Sszeyl.*

Trofim:Trofim taps his leg

Trofim:Come! both of you!

Sszeyl:Sszeyl sits down. “I have been on my feet for far too long today.”

Trofim:He takes the dirty pouch he used to hold rat pieces and shakes out any last bits for the two dogs

Grapmak:The goblin looks serious.

Trofim:they are a bit stale after the march, but nothing the dogs wouldn’t like

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks carefully at grapmak.

Mama:The collie doesn’t come, but gives a doggish grin as Papa trots over and begs for a treat. Terri giggles, watching this happen.

Terri:“Do you want an apple, Mr. Sszeyl?” Terri holds a green apple out. “One of the halflings was selling some!”

Trofim:The pieces fall to the ground in front of Papa

Papa:*OM NOM NOM SNARF*

Sszeyl:Sszeyl takes it, and inspects it. “Um..thank you...How do you eat this...I assume it’s a vegetable?”

Mama:The collie yips.

Terri:“You don’t know how to--?!” Terri stands up. “I’ll be right back! I’ll teach you!”

Trofim:Well, easy - you don’t come you don’t get

Trofim:*trofim laughs*

Terri:Terri trots off down the street, and the new dog, watching her for a while, stands up and follows.

Grapmak:Grapmak makes a harrumphing sound and makes a curt nod.

Guard:“... So... Should I separate those two or not?”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks up.

Gnogglebolt:“No. Not for now. They’re fine where they are.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt walks by the guard towards Elros.

Trofim:Trofim looks for a stick, to play with Papa for a while

Terri:Terri returns, collie at her heels, carrying two apples. “Here, Mr. Trofim! You can help!” She holds up the apple for Trofim.

Trofim:Oh! What do you need?

Elros:Elros looks down at Gnogglebolt. “Have they told you anything interesting?”

Trofim:*walks to Terri*

Terri:“We’re gonna teach Mr. Sszeyl how to eat an apple!”

Gnogglebolt:“But...maybe having a few extra guards on duty may be prudent. Just to put your own minds at ease.”

Papa:Papa flops down next to Sszeyl and yawns.

Trofim:Teach.. how to .. eat apple?

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks to Elros. “Well, I learned most of the interestign things on the way here. I was just now trying to make sure they were all keeping well and not causing trouble. I’m a little worried...but I’m giving them some trust at the moment.”

Terri:“Mm-hmm!” She nods enthusiastically.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl tries to pet Papa again.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 4 + 2 = 6 »

Trofim:He said he is inconti... erm that he doesn’t know to do stuff but i didn’t think this much

Gnogglebolt:“They deserve a chance. But if they betray it...they will have to suffer the consequences.”

Gnogglebolt:“I just hope it doesn’t come to that...”

Sszeyl:“Yes, how stupid of me not knowing how to eat food that doesn’t grow several hundred feet underground.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt walks back outside, and meets with the ead guardsmen from earlier.

Gnogglebolt:“So, that’s the whole gang.”

Papa:*moves a little. No, no, don’t scratch there, scratch here.*

Elros:“Fair ehough. I should hope the city guard will handle them. I can’t imagine these are the first goblins they’ve seen.”

Gnogglebolt:“A bounty for each individual goblin, a bonus for the leader, and a bonus for the complete set?”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl continues to scratch, in the place specifyed by Papa.

Trofim:*Notices the failed attempts* What are you doing to Papa?

Trofim:*comes over*

Sszeyl:“I’m attempting to learn about animals.”

Trofim:*scratches pap under the neck and behind ears* See? this is how you do it

Trofim:this is where he likes it

Trofim:did your family not have a dog?

Trofim:who protected your livestock and house then?

Liatai:The fat guard nods. “Yes, that’s... « 640+40+40 = 640 + 40 + 40 = 720 » for the goblins and Granch... And a bonus for the whole gang. That comes to « 640+80+500 = 640 + 80 + 500 = 1220 » gold pieces.... One moment.” He ducks behind the counter.

Sszeyl:“...I did not have a house, or livestock.”

Trofim:Oh.. you were a beggar?

Sszeyl:“I am a Teror of Orgolloyss, a monk. We live in monastaries.”

Sszeyl:terror*

Trofim:But... i saw a monastery once

Liatai:The fat guard comes back up with 100 gold pieces. “There’s a start... I need to run down to the vault for the rest. Justinian, watch them.”

Trofim:they had a dog too! a black one!

Sszeyl:“Underground.”

Sszeyl:“Several. Hundred. Feet. Underground. Where Drows live.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods and waits patiently

Trofim:you lived in the cellar? were you a storage guard?

Guard:The guard from before snaps to attention and watches as the fat guard waddles off to fetch the rest.

Trofim:Oh... that sure is a deep cellar!


 * Terri giggles.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl looks at Terri. “Please tell me you’re having a better time understanding this than he is."


 * Terri nods, starting to munch on the apple.

Trofim:Oh, i see@

Trofim:You were in jail!

Sszeyl:Sszeyl mimics the motion. “Mmm. Crisp.”

Sszeyl:And promptly spits the apple junks out.

Trofim:Don’t worry... i was there too.. nothing to be shamed of

Sszeyl:“Excuse me?!”

Papa:Papa yips, then slaps a paw over his snout and shuts his eyes.

Sszeyl:Oooh, now you’ve got an angry drow on your hands.

Trofim:Well.. you said you lived underground and weren’t allowed to have a dog

Trofim:you were serving jailtime in the monastery’s dungeon

Trofim:like when the guards took me away!

Sszeyl:Sszeyl crushes the apple into juice in his hand.

Sszeyl:“-Oh! Look what you made me do.”

Terri:Terri meeps as a few apple chunks fly her way.

Trofim:No need to be angry now... i understand you.. i say i was arrested myself

Trofim:that’s the lie-mages’ doing!

Papa:Papa shakes. The collie comes over and licks an apple chunk off the white dog’s head.

Sszeyl:The drow tries to wipe the juice away. “I’ll have Zairith explain it to you, and leave you with the knowledge that you are grossly incorrect."

VAE:haha.. the dog likes fruit! like one of ours

VAE:well, several

Trofim:Hey there! you didn’t even tell what did they take you away for!

Terri:“Um, Mr. Trofim... I don’t think Mr. Sszeyl was in jail...”

Sszeyl:“I. Wasn’t. In. Jail.”

Trofim:Mine was “insulting a scholar” and then 12 charges of resisting arrres...

Trofim:ohSszeyl:“The monastaries were built underground. I was born there. I was raised in those monastaries.”

Sszeyl:“Several hundred feet underground, where all Drow live.”

Trofim:*looks at beridze, mumbling*

Sszeyl:« 1d20 = 10 »

Trofim:Oh... so you drow live in monasteries, which are build under the ground for some reason

Sszeyl:Juice cleaning check.

Liatai:The fat guard returns with three sacks of gold. “1120 gold pieces. There you go."

TMG:...it’s mentioned specifically that skill checks aren’t needed for things like “tying your shoes”... >.>

Trofim:why didn’t you speak clearly like this before?

Sszeyl:Sszeyl pinces the bridge of his nose. “I...no, that is as close to correct as you are going to get."

Liatai:I’ll be back in two shakes, letting the dog outside. ^^

VAE:did you ever try cleaning juice off you without water?

Liatai:XDVAE:it DOES require a skill check

Meany:And as I said last session.

Meany:I like peppering non-necessary rolls in for some believability.

Meany:“Failure is always an option.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt “oof!"s as he takes one of the bags. “Thank you...” he says uneasily as he hefts the bag into the cart."

VAE:also, liatai, can you and meany edit the wiki, or do i need to do something?

Meany:I’m registered on Wikia, so I should be able to.

VAE:meany: but d20 means it’s something which at best fails 5% of the time

VAE:tying shoes for example isn’t such thing

VAE:cleaning juice without water IMHO is

Meany:Danman.

Meany:“Failure is -always- an option."

TMG:well, then that’s just your quirk, meany xD

TMG:I have no problem with it, but eh...

VAE:but not 5% of the time

VAE:you don’t mess up every 20th time you tie your shoes, i hope

TMG:it’s oky danman, it’s just a game

Meany:Danman.

Meany:Stop arguing. :U

VAE:it’s not just a game...

Meany:Yeah. It is.

VAE:there’s clearly a correct and an incorrect way

VAE:and liatai’s away anyways

Dr. Hatari:Weren’t you talking about tensil strength of linen bags for two hours, once?

VAE:yes, me, him and liatai were


 * Dr. Hatari chuckles.


 * VAE scratches Dr. Hatari

Liatai:Hey, no scratching the audience members.

Mama:« 1d20 = 8 »

VAE:If they chuckle at me!

TMG:oh!

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt finds the guard from earlier, and asks him for the directions to the temple Schink was taken too

Mama:Sszeyl, you now have a dog getting very close to your face and licking. You’ve got a little schmutz there, let me help. :9

Gnogglebolt:then he heads off, presumably with Elros (Derish wanders off?)

Guard:The guard looks quizzically at you, Gnogglebolt -- “You an out-of-towner? Just go northeast and look for the giant sun.” -- and then gives you directions.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl remains perfectly still while the dog licks. Though is obviously disturbed by the forward behaviour.

TMG:(well, there could have been more than one temple x3)

Mama:*You has a flavor. An appley flavor. :9 Here, I help clean you up. Lick lick lick.*

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt finds his way to the temple of Pelor as directed. He walks up the steps of it, and greets the first official he sees.

Trofim:Hmm, the dog likes apples more than meat?

Trofim:How come? *looks at Terri quizzically*

Gnogglebolt:“Hail, follower of Pelor. I am Gnogglebolt Sparkgear, hear on two accounts of business. First, I am told that a captive, yet sick goblin was brough here for treatment?"

TMG:*here

Sszeyl:Sszeyl speaks out of the corner of his mouth. “I athume thish ish normul behaviar fer dogs?”

Priest:“Welcome, sons of Glittergold and Larethian...” The priest blinks. “A goblin?”

Trofim:Not really... dogs usually eat meat

Mama:*>:9*

Trofim:I haven’t seen a dog to take fruit before meat yet

Trofim:Cats eat meat too

Trofim:but you had cats underground, right?

Trofim:to deal with rats and such

Gnogglebolt:“Yes, a goblin. I and others have been capturing a gang of goblin theives earlier today, but one of them was sick, and needed treatment. I had to leave after dropping him off, and when I returned, the guardsmen told me the goblin was brought here.”

Sszeyl:“We hath spidas. Big. Spidas.”

Trofim:Spiders? but a spider doesn’t eat a rat

Trofim:far too small for that

Sszeyl:“Big as Pofpof.”

Trofim:Rats are *this* (shows with hands) bi...

Trofim:Oh!

Trofim:such big?

Mama:*There you go, nice and clean. Now I’m going to go give the same treatment to Terri. Lick lick lick.*

Trofim:how could the webs hold them?

Sszeyl:“Thumbtimes bigga.”

Terri:Terri giggles. “Mamaaaaa! I’m cleeeeean!”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl shakes himself.

Mama:*No you’re not, I still taste apple on you. Lick lick lick.*

Gnogglebolt:“He mentioned something about an ‘aprenticeship’ program.”

Trofim:Hmm.. you come from a strange place, sszel

Sszeyl:“I’m going to let that argument pass by.”

Priest:“Ah, yes, I recall. There aren’t many goblins coming to the temple of Pelor for treatment...” The priest gives a sad smile. “The goblin was given to one of our apprentices, Brother Mazera. He and Father Locke are tending to the goblin now.”

Gnogglebolt:“Excellent. May I see him?”

Terri:*trying to push the collie’s face away, giggling* There are really spiders that big in the Underdark?

Gnogglebolt:“In addition, we have a few crates of food on that cart over there. Since we don’t know how long they will last, it’s bets they be dirstrubuted quickly, but of course, no merchant would buy secondhand food. I’m donating it to you to spread amongst the hungry.”

Sszeyl:“Mhm. Nasty things. Skilled seamsters, but nasty.”

Priest:The priest raises an eyebrow. “An acquaintance of the goblin...? Unfortunately, that would not be advisable. They are currently dealing with the goblin’s decayed foot... it is not a sight for the unaccustomed.”

Elros:“We did bring him in. It’s not as if we haven’t seen it before.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt listens to what the priestess says, and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “It is imperative I check on him.”

Gnogglebolt:“And yes, we have already seen his deteriorated state.”

Trofim:oh, so you used them for threadmaking? that’s smart!

Priest:“It is... a delicate process. They are... removing the infected limb,” the priest (MALE priest, thank you, it’s not my fault my robes and token make me look feminine) replies, blanching a little. “I must ask you to wait or to come back later. Your donation is appreciated, however; we shall distribute it to the poor of this area.”

Terri:“That’s so cool! But don’t they get mad when you steal their webs?”

Sszeyl:“The Monsters use them for threadmaking. No one else has the power to go near them.”

Gnogglebolt:“I do not intend to disturb the process, but I do have more errands to run. I should take care of this now.”

Trofim:Monsters? aren’t the spiders the monsters?

Trofim:*confused*

Priest:“I implore you, son of Glittergold, have patience. The goblin is in no state to speak to others right now...”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl sighs. “In the Order of Orgolloyss, the ranking system is as follows.”

Sszeyl:“The younglings are Horrors, students are Terrors, Apprentices are Nightmares, adepts are Boogeys, and the masters are Monsters.”

Sszeyl:“Of course, that’s a loose translation at best.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt pinches his nose and sighs heavily. “very well. I will be back in a few hours, at the most.”

Trofim:*thinks deeply*... why don’t you simply call them Masters, apprentices and adepts?

Priest:“Thank you.”

Trofim:*Trofim’s “revelatory” face makes you want to punch him*

Sszeyl:“Because those names help inspire fear on the populace easier than simple titles.”

Sszeyl:in*

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt then helps the unloading of the crates of food, helping himself to a few bites before they’re handed over as he hasn’t had lunch yet today, and bids the preists farewell

Trofim:hmm...

Terri:“Why do you want people to be afraid of you, Mr. Sszeyl?” Terri tilts her head.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl struggles hard to remain calm. “I don’t. The Order in general does.”

Sszeyl:“Which is why I am here, and not at home.”

Trofim:I dunno... lot of people are afraid of me because i was in jail... but he doesn’t want anyone to think that

Terri:Terri looks confused.

Trofim:but.. you are from the order, right?

Trofim:Ah, i see!

Gnogglebolt:Lastly, Gnogglebolt returns to the stableowner he rented the pony and cart from initially. He hands back the pony and first cart, and sells the second to him for keeps. He also works with Elros to organize all the valuables in the sacks.

Trofim:He said he didn’t obey his masters!

Mama:The collie lays down with her head on her paws, watching lazily.

TMG:(the original fare to rent the pony and cart was 5 gp, how much is buying a whole cart worth?

Trofim:so.. they probably kicked him out! We met a monk like that!

Liatai:(... I need to check, one moment. XD)

Sszeyl:Sszeyl covers his face with hand. “This is what I get for sharing my history with loose-lipped magicians. ...And now my glasses are smudged. Joy.”

Elros:Elros helps to sort the valuables, and hefts a couple of the sacks, leaving a lighter load for Gnogglebolt than for himself.

Liatai:A cart costs 15 GP.

Trofim:He was drinking with us in the Bottomless Barrel once! He even spoke with Beridze nicely

TMG:and when the PCs sell something, it usually goes for half...

Mama:*I can help with that! :9*

TMG:so, 2 gp profit xD

TMG:or, 2 gp, 5 sp

TMG:And with that...Gnogglebolt and Elros go to the designated meeting place?

Faerie:I assume?

Mama:*There is a long tongue trying to snake its way around your hand to clean your glasses, Sszeyl. And this would be a good time for the party to approach...*

TMG:alrighty!

Gnogglebolt:“Hail, companions!” Gnogglebolt calls out as he approahces the group with a few of the sacks

Terri:“It’s Mr. Sparkgear and Mr. Elros!!” Terri stands and waves, holding an apple core in one hand.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl lifts his hand to look at the approaching gnome, freeing up his glasses for a direct assault.”

Sszeyl:-”Mama:*SLURP*

Trofim:Oh! Really!

Gnogglebolt:“Shall we move indoors? As said, we have much to discuss...”

Trofim:*goes to meet with others*

Terri:“Where?”

Trofim:I don’t know either

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt heads for the nearest open public or commercial building, presumably a tavern/inn

Sszeyl:Sszeyl remains sitting, letting the new dog go about her business. “Could somebody help?”

Gnogglebolt:And presumably, “nearest” as in “across the street”

Trofim:Help with what?

Mama:*mwahaha, there is no escape from DOG SLOBBER! :9 *

Trofim:You aren’t carryng anything

Liatai:Directly across the street lies a textiles shop.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl tries to reach for his sai and get a bead on Trofim. It would be so easy. Just a flick, and his suffering would end...

Liatai:People are passing by on their way to the marketplace.

Liatai:XDVAE:ahahaha

TMG:Ehh. Okay, we do just head for the nearest inn/tavern like place, where everyone can sit down at a table

Sszeyl:Sszeyl instead stands, lifting the new dog up with him, and trots after the group.

Liatai:« 1d20 = 8 »

Liatai:« 1d20 = 6 »

Liatai:There are three taverns nearby; the Bronze Boot, the Drunken Rat, and the Thief and Lion.

TMG:... >.> Bronze boot.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 19 + 3 = 22 »

Meany:Strength check on carrying Mama around.

Liatai:This tavern’s floors are made of well-polished wood, and a number of halfling traders sit around sharing stories over tankards of a light ale.

Mama:*YIP!*

Meany:One would think Papa would have warned her about that.

VAE:XDMama:*wiggle wiggle what are you doing, I can walk by myself!*

Papa:*He does that sometimes. You should have seen it earlier... just roll with it...*

TMG:Gnogglebolt heads for a large table that’s out-of-the-way, setting down his sakcs on top of it, as well as taking his backpack off, sighing contentedly as the burdens are removed.

TMG:(He doesn’t open any of the sacks yet, though)

Liatai:A halfling barmaid bounces up to the table. “Welcome to the Boot! What can I do for ya?”

Trofim:Trofim walks into the tavern *A pint of ale for me, and the drow with the dog!*

Elros:Elros sets the sacks he’s carrying down on the table as well. He takes off his backpack, and leans it on a chair, before sitting down.

Sszeyl:“What is...ale?” And he sets down Mama by Papa.

Trofim:Ale is the dark stuff those folks are drinking

Liatai:“Do you want the Blackstrap ale, or the Golden Light?”

Sszeyl:“So it’s a type of tea, then?”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt smiles at the enthusiastic barmaid. “Ah, we just needed a place to sit down for a little while, but I’ll have a glass of fruit juice, non-alcoholic.”

Trofim:Blackstrap for both... He should get a proper drink at least once in his life

Terri:“Me too!”

Trofim:Not tea... it’s made from barley

Papa:*Can I get ale?*

Sszeyl:“Barley?”

Mama:*bonks Papa’s shoulder with her nose. They don’t serve dogs, silly. :/ *

Trofim:And you add in hops too

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 17 + 2 = 19 »

Trofim:Barley... like the stuff bread is made from, only different

Sszeyl:Int check on major plants.

Sszeyl:“It’s either like wheat, or it isn’t.”

Trofim:Yes! you got it!

Elros:Elros motions to whoever seems to be serving drinks. “Some tea for me as well, please.”

Trofim:Like rye or wheat, but different!

Liatai:“What kind of fruit juice would you like? We have grape, apple, and a little bit of cranberry just in from the Deepfoot area!”

Sszeyl:“...I don’t think you have quite as firm a grasp on your language as you would like to believe."

Liatai:The barmaid notes down Elros’ order. “Any milk in that?”

Gnogglebolt:“Surprise me, anything that’s unusual. I always like to try new things."

VAE:Just as a mention... rye bread, or mixed flours would be probably a lot more common than wheat only at this age

Elros:“No milk thank you, just a hit of sugar."

Liatai:“That’ll be the cranberry, then! And you, little miss?"

VAE:even my grandparents ate a lot of rye, in fact

Terri:“I’ll have the cram-berry too, please!"

Liatai:“I’ll be right back with your order!” The barmaid bounces off.

Trofim:Grasp.. on language? I said you!

Trofim:There’s rye, wheat, oats and barley

Liatai:« 4+4+3+3+2 = 4 + 4 + 3 + 3 + 2 = 16 »

Trofim:they are.. .similar, but different

Trofim:*speaks with beridze*

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks around at the assembled group. “Well, it seems we lost that unusual mage, and the gnoll and the strange golem never showed up...oh well.”

Sszeyl:“Either they are similar, or they are different. They can’t be both.”

Trofim:I know!... it’s like... i am tall, Gnogllebolt here is short.. .but we are all folks

Trofim:see what i mean?

Liatai:The halfling returns with a tray full of drinks. “That’ll be one silver and six coppers all in all!”

Sszeyl:“Not in the slightest.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt fishes out some coins, and covers the whole tab

Liatai:“Can I getcha anything to eat, too?”

Trofim:Eat? ... what do you have?

Liatai:“The special today is rabbit stew!”

Papa:*perks up -- mmm, rabbit!*

Trofim:Rabbit stew it will be! Finally i have some money on me, so i’ll eat like one of the lie-mages in their big houses!

Sszeyl:Sszeyl raises his hand. “I would like some too."

Liatai:“So that’s two orders...” The halfling writes it down, then nods when Terri raises her hand. “Three! Can we go for four?”

Sszeyl:Spot check on the hungry Papa.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 8 + 5 = 13 »

Liatai:Success!

Sszeyl:“Um...two for me, please.”

Trofim:Two? you must be real hungry!

Liatai:The halfling raises an eyebrow, but then writes it down cheerily. “You must be new in town. Haven’t heard about the portions here, have you?”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl frowns and pulls out a handful of gold. “Portions, you say?”

Sszeyl:Whoop. Retcon.

Sszeyl:>> Didn’t quite read that last GM post through.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl:Sorry. >>

Liatai:“We’re renowned for our giant stew bowls!” she chirps. “In fact, we’ve got the Tall Boot Challenge. You finish off all the stew in a bowl as big as the chef’s boot, and you get it for free! If you don’t, though, you’ve gotta pay one gold!"

Liatai:*"we’re the home of the Tall Boot Challenge” sounds better. ^^

Trofim:Really? Sounds good!

Sszeyl:“Suddenly this tavern’s name makes sense to me.”

Trofim:Unless your chef is one of them giants

Liatai:The barmaid giggles. “Do I hear the hint of someone wanting to take on the Challenge?”

Trofim:Sign me in... i haven’t eaten today.. and yesterday was poor too

Liatai:“I’ll go tell Sstheric to make it for ya!” She bounds off again.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt chuckles. “Now, I know there’s gotta be a clever catch to this, but I suppose it will be amusing to see one of my companions try it anyway...”

Sszeyl:“Indeed.”

Gnogglebolt:Watching the barmaid leave with a grin on his face, he then turns back to the group, his expression getting serious again.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl takes a deep breath. Better to be blunt. “Do you have the money?"

VAE:am barely seeing the keyboard for laughter

Elros:“It should be good to watch, if not to try."

Liatai:Ready your Constitution checks, Trofim. >:3

Dr. Hatari:(More like OMS NOMS checks D

Trofim:‘Course i have! remember the pouch the goblins tried to steal?

Liatai:XDGnogglebolt:“Yes, it’s all in these sacks, we can begin dividing soon."

Faerie:There totally needs to be an “eat food” check.

Faerie:Crit fail is choking.

Trofim:Told you... now i have money like them rich folks... i gotta live like them!

Gnogglebolt:“Anyway, I think we all have things to talk about. We just met a few hours ago at noon, but in that time, we have completely shut down an entire gang of goblin theives. We all have decent skills, and we seemed to work well enough together."

Liatai:It should be a skill. Eat checks. XD

Gnogglebolt:“Now, as you know, there is actually more going on. There are some unsavory characters who were behind this gang.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt leans back. “I, for one, have a vested interest in bringing them down.”

Trofim:You mean, the lie-mages you talked about?

Trofim:who bought the corpses and left the book behind?

Gnogglebolt:“If by that you mean necromancers, yes.”

Sszeyl:“...I am not as interested in the suppliers as you are, I’m afraid.”

Gnogglebolt:“Anyway. We all worked together simply because we all happened to be inconvenienced by these theives at the same time."

TMG:(er, does Sszeyl really mean the goblins?)

Mama:The dogs curl up under the table, ever watchful for scraps.

TMG:(or did he mean the necromancers?)

VAE:he failed a wis check i guess

VAE:it seems trofim has a bad influence on him

Sszeyl:“Point of order, I worked with you to cement my reward, nameley the promised chat, my rent money, the fan, and my making sure the human here didn’t kill himself."

Meany:The necromancers.

Meany:He has a very keen interest in a few of the goblins.

TMG:ah. Because the necromancers weren’t supplying anything, it was the other way around

Meany:Nameley the ones that got shots in.

Elros:Elros leans an elbow on the table. “Well, what are you getting at?”

Trofim:It’s the other way around! Letris assigned me to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed!

Gnogglebolt:“Um...right.” Gnogglebolt says, giving a sideways glance to Trofim.

Gnogglebolt:“So, you are saying you are not interested in pursuing this avenue further, Sszeyl?”

Trofim:Avenue? We.. aren’t walking anwhere!?

Sszeyl:“I am saying, I am in need of an occupation, from time to time, to keep my rent paid, and to periodically establish new chats with you, provided our scheduled one does not answer all my questions.”

Sszeyl:“I merely wish my motives known clearly.”

Terri:*sips cranberry juice and listens*

Gnogglebolt:“Well, I’m willing to chat with you as long as you want, but I cannot guarantee this path will be lucrative.” Gnogglebolt glances at Trofim. “A figure of speech, human.”

Gnogglebolt:“Anyway.”

Trofim:*takes a big gulp of ale* Allright...

Sszeyl:Sszeyl picks up his drink and sniffs.

Sszeyl:*siiip*

Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 7 + 1 = 8 »

Gnogglebolt:“And about you, Elros? Are you or are you not interested in continuing down this path?”

Sszeyl:Constitution check.

Liatai:Fortitude save, if it’s to avoid drunkenness.

TMG:(oh, the drinks were already dropped off?)

Liatai:Yep!

Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 »

TMG:oh, whups xD

Liatai:... oooooooh. XD

Sszeyl::BVAE:aahhaaha

TMG:oh damn

Elros:“Well, it’s been an interesting journey so far. But I’d hate to leave a job half-done. Count me in."

VAE:you get drunk

TMG:weelll..."getting drunk”, in any explicit system, is multiple checks

TMG:because getting drunk is in no way instantaneous

TMG:but continuing on

Sszeyl:Except in anime.

Liatai:Once he finishes this tankard, he’ll be pretty tipsy.

Trofim:Am in as well... if it’s with the lie-mages, i need to find more out

Sszeyl:The con check was for him to stand the taste.

Gnogglebolt:“So, that’s it then. We do want to continue working together? Well then, in that case, as I said before, we only just met at noon today."

Liatai:Trofim should roll a Fort save, too.

Trofim:And... this pays a lot too

Gnogglebolt:“We haven’t even properly introduced ourselves to each other yet.”

Trofim:« 1d20+3 = 17 + 3 = 20 » Fort

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt sips his cranberry juice, savoring the taste, and spreads his arms.

Sszeyl:“I can’t promise a smooth working environment with the human. He quite frankly makes me wish to do violence.”

Terri:“I’m Terri! Terri Toris! An’ these are Papa an’ Mama!"

VAE:Trofim is a natural ale drinker it seems

Gnogglebolt:“I am Gnogglebolt Sparkgear. I am of course a gnome, and I hail from the land of Mazio. I have come to this land of Akellon for two reasons.”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl blinks solidly. “Sorry, slipping into Undercommon grammar.”

Trofim:Am Trofim Kabakian, from the marshes to the northwest... and i am learning true magic

Gnogglebolt:“You should know that Mazio is a home of great devices of steam and clockwork, wondrous contraptions that fulfuil many tasks.”

Trofim:but.. why are we introducing ourself

Sszeyl:Int check.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 2 + 2 = 4 »

Sszeyl:“Nope, never heard of them."

VAE:he IS drunk

Gnogglebolt:“I am here because I am a crafter of these devices, and I wish to spread them to Akellon.”

Trofim:What devices?

Trofim:you make clocks and watches?

Terri:Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks very oddly at trofim. “I just said, devices of steam and clockwork.”

Gnogglebolt:“But anyway!”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl gives Gnogglebolt a flat look. “See? This is why he makes me wish to do violence.”

Trofim:Well, clock work! Working with clocks, no?

Trofim:am not deaf

Gnogglebolt:“That is only one of my two reasons for visiting Akellon.” Gnogglebolt looks to SSzel, and just shrugs (though his expression almost indicates agreement)

Gnogglebolt:“I am here for another reason. A reason that, interestingly enough, indirectly involves you, Sszeyl.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt’s expression gets very sollemn.

Mama:*Does the gnome always make long speeches?*

Papa:*Papa yawns. You get used to it.*

Sszeyl:« 1d20 = 10 »

Gnogglebolt:“You would have to have been a hermit to not know there was a great war one hundred and twenty-four years ago. A war between the underground and the surface.”

Sszeyl:Er..wait.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 2 + 2 = 4 »

Gnogglebolt:“At least, the surface of Akellon."

Liatai:XDLiatai:Poor Sszeyl. He really is getting drunk.

Gnogglebolt:“As you all should be well aware...gnomes are quite uncommon in Akellon nowadays.”

Gnogglebolt:“This is because the primary settlement was caught in the middle of this war."

Liatai:« 1d20+4 = 6 + 4 = 10 »

Sszeyl:Sszeyl struggles to remember, holding his head, and looking at the drink. “What is this stuff? My head feels all fuzzy inside.”

Trofim:I told you! Barley, hops and yeast

Terri:“Kemmer, right? Grandpa told me about that...”

Gnogglebolt:“I am here...because I want to gather my remaining kin that my countrymen have neglected, and with them, establish a new settlement, a safe haven.”

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 8 + 2 = 10 »

Trofim:Not Kemmer, yeast!

Gnogglebolt:“Yes indeed. The fallen city of Kemmer.”

Sszeyl:Is a ten enough to remember the war vaguely?

Liatai:Indeed it is.

Sszeyl:“Oh, right. That war."

Liatai:Especially since it was such an earth-shattering event in drow culture... no pun intended.

Gnogglebolt:“But yes...my ultimate objective here in Akellon is to unite my scattered kin. This may take many years, but that is my goal.”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl shakes his head. “Yeah, because of that war you don’t see Lolth worshipped in the Underdark anymore, either.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebotl raises an eyebrow at Sszeyl. “Really, now? Intriguing.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt is quiet for a moment, then speaks again.

Gnogglebolt:“Well, that’s me.”

Sszeyl:“Who’s turn is it?” *siip*

Gnogglebolt:“What about the rest of you, who are you, and why are you here? If you don’t mind sharing,t hat is.”

Mama:“Is he done?”

Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 »

Mama:Whoops!

Mama:*Is he done?*

Trofim:I.. said you

Dr. Hatari:(The great conspirators slip up!)

Papa:*Yeah, it’s someone else’s turn now.*

Trofim:I am Trofim Kabakian, from the marshes... i am learning True magic.. i discovered it..but everyone can learn it

Liatai:Oh come on, dogs? Great conspirators? Surely you jest.

Trofim:and fighting the lie-mages, who don’t want it to spread

Meany:Beware the shifty-eyed dog.

Terri:“Ooh! Like the thing you did with the stick!”

Trofim:Letris, and Zairith who is family of Sszel, but SSzel says he isn’t, are my friends

Trofim:Yes! like what i did with the stick!

Trofim:Bright girl!

Trofim:I might even teach you to do it yourself

Terri:Elros:“I am Elros Saelian. I lived for a time with my parents around this area. After my mother died, I went back into the woods with my father. Though after a while, I desired to return, perhaps see what else occurs in life.”

Trofim:the only thing you need is will.... wasn’t much older than you when i learned that spell

Trofim:Beridze helps me a lot with the spells, but you can do it alone if you really want

Sszeyl:“Considering my family tried to sell me into slavery, I’m fairly certain that when I say they aren’t my family that they are not my *bleep*ing family.”

Trofim:you must think about it... and.. sort of really believing it will come together

Trofim:then it will happen, just like when i dd it

Liatai:Liatai:I think that’s a first. :3

Sszeyl:Trofim’s a terrible influence.

Trofim:Not with “talent” or what would the li...

Trofim:*turns to sszeyl* But didn’t Zairith say you are?

Sszeyl:Sszeyl is blinking furiously now, trying to get his vision to clear up, and swaying slightly. “No, he did not.”

Trofim:Ah well...

Liatai:« 1d20 = 18 » « 1d2 = 1 » « 1d20 = 9 »

Liatai:« 1d20 = 5 »

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt merely has been watching the group silently, taking in the information. Finally, he speaks up.

Terri:“... Are you okay, Mr. Sszeyl?”

Gnogglebolt:“You two did seem to already know each other ahead of time, and I’ve heard these names “Lethris” and “Zarith” before. What is the story behind this?”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl rubs his semi-bald head. “Kinda getting hard to see and think. “

Trofim:Oh.. Letris.. i met her in a bar once... it was after they released me from jail.. about two month or what

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt frowns at Sszeyl. “You should abstain from that drink. I despise it, because when under it’s influence, my mind for clockwork is no longer as sharp as it needs to be.”

Terri:Trofim:She wasn’t drunk.. and listened to my story... what’s more.. she offered to help

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt turns back to Trofim and continues listening.

Trofim:i met Zairith, his .. his not family as well... they live together, but i can’t tell you where

Sszeyl:Sszeyl looks blearly at Gnogglebolt. “Why would the drink be making me like this?”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt Makes a weird face. “Why, it is alcoholic, of course. Don’t you--” Gnogglebolt’s eyes go wide, and his jaw drops. “Oh dear. You don’t. Please, give me that drink, now. You’ve had enough.”

Trofim:They taught me how to speak the language of the lie-mages and...

Papa:*can I have it? :9*

Trofim:Leave that to him! He never had an ale, poor guy!

Gnogglebolt:“It is a beverage made with a substance that clouds one’s mind for a brief feeling of contentment.”

Mama:*nudges Papa’s shoulder hard with her nose. Be a good example, you. :/ *

Sszeyl:Sszeyl numbly hands the drink over, while struggling to remain calm. Alcohol. He’d been drinking brain-killing liquid. ...

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 12 + 2 = 14 »

Sszeyl:Will save to keep from decking Trofim in blind rage.

Liatai:... oooooh. XD

Dr. Hatari:(A valuable weapon against the Illithids.)

Liatai:What would you say, folks? DC 10, or 15? :3

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks left and right as he accepts the drink, and surreptitiously put it off to the side.

VAE:Ahahaa

Dr. Hatari:(DC 15 to not deck someone? Sounds like a berserker!)

Meany:Well he is drunk.

Trofim:As i said... they taught me how to speak the lie-mages language... and how to read things on paper without thinking very hard

Gnogglebolt:More like base 10 with a +2 modifier fro drunk?

TMG:er, whups

TMG:not im[personated

Liatai:Yeah, you’re right, and Sszeyl is a monk-in-training. Let’s say... that’s just what I was about to say, Tech.

Meany:So punchy or no punchy?

Liatai:So, he succeeded on his Will save!

VAE:fun fact: before the two taught him, Trofim’s ability to read came entirely through the level 0 cleric spell

Meany:Woo.

Liatai:Spot check, Gnogglebolt.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl lays his head down. “I’m going to be here, trying to repair the damaged portions of my brain for a bit.”

Gnogglebolt:Spot Check: « 1d20 = 3 »

TMG:oh geeze x(

Meany:Blind as a blink-happy bat.

VAE:it seems he drank some of the ale

Liatai:You hear a clunk.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks towards the source of the sudden clunk.

Liatai:The tankard he pushed to the side has fallen off the table... fortunately, it was empty. Papa is now licking the inside of the tankard.

Gnogglebolt:“Oh, “ *words in languages no one else recognizes*

Mama:*walks over to Sszeyl and puts her head on his knee, with a soft whine*

Gnogglebolt:“Give me that, you silly pup.” Gnogglebolt picks up the now-empty tankard, though the damage is done.

Papa:« 1d20+4 = 15 + 4 = 19 »

Papa:*That was tasty! :9*

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt sets the down-empty tankard on the table along with one of his elbows, and rests his face in the hand. Oh, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Gnogglebolt:He then looks up, wondering if the barmaid was on her way yet...”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl tries to pet Mama correctly.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 10 + 2 = 12 »

Liatai:She is, in fact, with three bowls of stew. “The Tall Boot Challenge is taking a bit.. Here’s the rest while you’re waiting! That’ll be nine silver."

Liatai:There is also a loaf of crusty bread on the tray.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl numbly rolls a gold coin over to the barmaid.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt passes an even gold coin over to the barmaid. “Perchance you have any tonics to help ease the effects of alcohol?"

TMG:oh xD

Mama:It seems Trofim’s lessons did some good! The dog just closes her eyes happily and wags her tail.

TMG:eh...so who gave the coin?

Liatai:« 1d2 = 1 »

Liatai:Sszeyl.

Liatai:When all else fails, roll dice!

TMG:Alrighty

Liatai:The barmaid catches it. “You wanna... ease the effects? I’ll talk to Sstheric. He probably knows SOMETHING about it!"

Liatai:She skips off again.

Sszeyl:The drow shifts slightly. “Oh, my turn now?”

Gnogglebolt:“Yes, if you please. What is your story? I, for one, am very interested to hear why a drow is here on the surface.”

Trofim:*looks hungry at the others eating*... Takes ages

Gnogglebolt:“And a relatively decent one, from what I’ve read.”

Sszeyl:“I’m Sszeyl, of Orgolloyss. Terror, and politically correct exile.”

Trofim:Can you .. speak in common?

Sszeyl:“My order of monks has commisioned me to come up to this hell-hole you call the surface to find a method of government that allows for the back-stabbing and violent tendancies of all Drow to be controlled without the government becomming a tyrannical police-force.

Sszeyl:+”Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt stares at Sszeyl with a weird look on his face. “Ah...are you feeling at all strange from that alcohol?”

Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 »

Sszeyl:“I’m feeling less inclined to make my situation sound better, if that’s what you mean.”

Gnogglebolt:“No, it’s not that, it’s just...that’s very interesting.”

Gnogglebolt:“And it does explain a few things..."

Liatai:The barmaid approaches again, holding a vial of purple liquid. “Sstheric says this might help, but he says normally his people drink it BEFORE they drink... an’ it ain’t cheap.”

Gnogglebolt:“How much?”

Sszeyl:Sszeyl draws out a handful of gold, and drops each coin on the table seperately.

Liatai:“Forty gold.”

Sszeyl:Retcon. :U

Liatai:Retcon machine, away! :3

Gnogglebolt:“And fortunately, my companion has not had too much to drink, but--” Gnogglebolt’s eyes go wide again at the price, and he whistles.

Liatai:“I told ya. It’s magic medicine, an’ you know how much mages like to charge.”

Trofim:Forty gold? For that?

Gnogglebolt:“Ah...exactly how debilitated to you feel, Sszeyl? I mean, it was only half a mug...”

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 6 + 2 = 8 »

Trofim:If there was a barrel of it, i wouldn’t say

Sszeyl:Int check on accurate description.

TMG:(seriously, did the monk-in-training, the one who conditions his body, get THAT hammered over half a mug of ale?)

VAE:he failed several rolls

Liatai:He did roll a one.

VAE:and he wasn’t used to it

Meany:Considering he’s not the legal age to drink for a Drow?

VAE:and it was strong one - what trofim drinks

Meany:And the Underdark lacks most forms of producing alcohol?

Liatai:Except mushroom wine, but I’d assume that’s rare in the monastery. >.>

Meany:Only if you’re not a Monster.

VAE:though i’d gguess majority of that’s effects don’t come from alcohol

Liatai:XDVAE:especially since mushrooms have little sugars

TMG:alright, I get it, now...

TMG:Sszeyl’s response?

VAE:something like what they think about ancient greek wine

Sszeyl:“Feel? I feel this powerful urge to beat the human over the head with a chair, if that’s what you mean."


 * Mama yips a little and presses her head further onto the drow’s knee. Not while I’m here, you don’t. :/

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt winces, and glances down at the sacks under the table. “Ah...since the cost of the tonic is considerable...would you mind terribly if it comes out of your share, Sszeyl?"


 * Papa tries to peek over the table. More ale for the loyal steed? :9

Terri:« 1d2 = 1 »

Terri:“I’ll pay for it.”

Trofim:Where you have so much money from?

Elros:“Or we could just let it wear off. Perhaps just stay out of his reach.”

Trofim:I mean.. normally i haven’t made 15 gold pieces in a year

Terri:“Grandpa gave me some money to buy potions with.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt blinks, and looks around at Terri. “You? Are you sure? You actually have the funds for it?”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt then glances at Elros. “Well...that probably would be most ideal...”

Terri:“Mm-hmm! Grandpa said I should buy a potion with it, but Mr. Henderson was gone an’ --” She stops herself, then smiles. “He’ll be happy I was buying a potion to help people who helped catch some thieves!”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt just shugs. “Whatever works best for the rest of you.”

Trofim:Hmm.. are you sure?... He’s a man, he should handle a drink or two

Terri:Terri waits for the rest of the party to make a decision.

Sszeyl:“By that logic, you’re a man. You should handle a punch or seven.”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt pinches the bridge of his nose again and winces.

Trofim:FIght with ya? not before lunch!

Liatai:« 1d2 = 2 »

Trofim:i don’t wanna be tossed out before the stew is around!

Liatai:Carry on. :3

Gnogglebolt:“Okay, calm down everyone.”

Trofim:Am calm.... he’s just a bit steamed up

Gnogglebolt:“Terri, are you sure, really sure, you want to cover the drow’s cost for himself?”

Terri:Terri looks over at Papa, who is looking over the table. “What do you think, Papa?"

Liatai:« 1d2 = 2 »

Papa:The dog tilts his head, then licks his nose.

Terri:“... Food?"

Faerie:Speaking of, I want to get out to the convenience store tonight.

Papa:The dog barks once... just as a lizardfolk man in an apron comes out from behind a swinging door, carrying a humongous bowl of stew. His digitigrade, clawed feet certainly are large, and a proportionally large tan boot is on one of them.

Liatai:Sstheric: “Who ordered the Tall Boot Special?”

Trofim:I did!

Trofim:*Trofim looks with surprise at the size of the boot, or the bowl, and drools a bit - he hasn’t eaten that day,*

Liatai:The lizardfolk looks down at the human, and lifts one corner of his mouth in a sneering sort of chuckle. “A human? Well, good luck. You’ll need it.” He clunks the bowl down on the table and stands back, arms crossed, to watch.

Trofim:Besides, most of the days, his meals were more akin to “Boiled potato and milk* and less “Tasty stew*

Liatai:Other customers crane their necks to watch.

Trofim:Constitution « 1d20+1 = 9 + 1 = 10 »

VAE:ack

Elros:Elros looks over to watch as well. Doesn’t expect this to end well, but hopes it will at least be humorous.

VAE:but still, means he got through about half of it or so

Liatai:You begin to eat. It is certainly very tasty stew... but after a while, you begin to suspect that the bowl contains a hidden portal to the Elemental Plane of Stew.

VAE:bwhahaha

VAE:the check is a failure since Beridze wasn’t involved

Liatai:XDTMG:How many checks would have been necessary to finish the whole thing?

Liatai:A DC 15 Con check.

TMG:A single one?

VAE:so.. two thirds then

TMG:Not repeated checks to get through fractions of it?

Liatai:Yep. Single one, for convenience’s sake.

TMG:*shrug*

TMG:alrighty xD

Liatai:The halfling starts cheering. “You can do it! Come on!”

Trofim:*unghunghunghunghungh..ungh....ungh...ungh* Trofim’s descent through the boot began to slow down at about half of the bowl

Terri:“Go Mr. Trofim!”

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt’s just leanig way back in his seat, head hanging over with a hand over his face.

Trofim:Contrary to his expectation, his stomach was somewhat shrunk from hunger, and sadly could not take on as much as he has expecter

Papa:Papa looks up at the gnome. Aah, cheer up, they’re entertaining themselves, and the drow’s not so intent on killing the human. Now, how’s about givin’ me some stew? Please please? :9

Trofim:The movement of his spoon slowed down

Trofim:*BURP*

Liatai:A drunk halfling in the corner raises his tankard and yells “GOOD ONE!”

Trofim:Although about a third of the stew remained inside, trofim’s guts accustomed to a diet of moldy bread, spuds and milk could not take on any more

Trofim:The saying that there’s too much of a good thing proved true

TMG:Gnogglewbolt looks down as Papa is pushing against his hand. “Oh, you’re hungry, I suppose? Well, maybe I can get you the leftovers...” Gnogglebolt says,, entertaining the thought that the dog can understand him.

Trofim:I... What a meal..... I can’t ....

Trofim:Trofim dug out a gold coin from his pouch,and handed it to the lizard

Trofim:There... you truly have big feet, mister!

Liatai:“You got farther than most humans I’ve seen take the Challenge, I’ll give you that.” The lizardfolk man takes the coin, laughing, and puts it in a pocket of his apron. “Come back and try again sometime!"

TMG:(man, ghost is going to be so bummed he missed all this xD )

Trofim:And now for you... Taking the huge bowl, and bending over while breathing heavily, he placed it on the floor

Trofim:Come Papa! you get leftovers!

Liatai:Well, we can leave it off here, perhaps, and he can come in, see the tail end of the Challenge...? :3

Trofim:Not even the lie-mages eat like this!

VAE:am for

TMG:ehhh, might as well finish this up

VAE:it’s 4AM and tomorrow i am going to england

TMG:Coming in at the tail-end doesn’t really do much for him

VAE:so travel day again

Papa:*Now I remember why I like you, man. NOM NOM NOM wag wag wag NOM*

VAE:Term starts on tuesday

VAE:also... both trofim and papa are gonna remember this as best meal of their lives i guess

Liatai:It does if he sees the challenge, wants to have Derish take it, perhaps...? >:3

TMG:welll...maybe

TMG:anyway, one last thing to take care of

Gnogglebolt:As the “challege” wound down. Gnogglebolt looked to the halfling barmaid who’d been watching, the vial in her hand, and then to Sszeyl.

Gnogglebolt:“Are you, perhaps, feeling any clearer-headed by now, Sszeyl?” He asks.

Liatai:Pause for a second...

TMG:pausing o.o

Meany:Sorry.

Liatai:OK, all set. ^^

Meany:Family drama again. :/

TMG:aw, dang >:Liatai:Man, this is just a drama-filled night. :/

Meany:Aaand, it isn’t over yet.

Liatai:>:Liatai:As a random question, how are people making their text different colors?

TMG:little box, bottom-right of the chat window

Liatai:Ah, I see now! Nifty!

TMG:smilies button, scroll lock button, and color button

VAE:oh liatai

VAE:you have to roll hit dice too

VAE:for the cubi cleric

Liatai:Ah, why so I do. How many?

VAE:13d8

VAE:since it is a cleric, and cubi take on class hit dice

Meany:I return.

VAE:it’s level 5 cleric/level 8 cubi btw

Meany:Pause for a minute more so I can scroll up?

Liatai whispers: « 8+1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8 = 8 + 7 + 6 + 5 + 8 + 6 + 6 + 7 + 7 + 1 + 6 + 1 + 7 = 75 »

You whisper to Liatai: - Nice! even without con modifier you have almost as much as meany

Player “he” is not connected.

You whisper to Liatai: He has all in all 98 HP

Liatai whispers: Whoo, nice.

Meany:Okay, caught up.

“msg Liatai. which is funny since he was rolling d8‘s and d12‘s” Unknown command. Try /help for a list of commands.

Sszeyl:“Actually...yes. Thank you."

Player “Liatai.” is not connected.

You whisper to Liatai: which is funny since he was rolling d8‘s and d12‘s

TMG:er...

TMG:just to doube-check

TMG:he -hasn’t- gotten the tonic yet, it’s just that time has passed from the challenge...

Meany:“Are you, perhaps, feeling any clearer-headed by now, Sszeyl?” He asks. Liatai whispers: As a matter of fact, he is.

TMG:o.o

TMG:kay, one sec

Gnogglebolt:“Hmm. So, you don’t feel you need the tonic anymore?”

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 10 + 2 = 12 »

Sszeyl:Int check for accurate description.

Liatai:That’s high enough. :3

Sszeyl:“I feel I can manage from here. Thank the nice bar lady for her prompt service, though.”

Sszeyl:The drow tentatively reaches for his twin bowls.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 17 + 1 = 18 »

Sszeyl:Dex check for not spilling bowls. :U

Gnogglebolt:“Alright then.” Gnoggebolt turns to the barmaid. “Thank you, but it seem he just needed time to let it settle. Thank you for the offer of the tonic, anyway."

Liatai:Yeah, you succeeded. XD

VAE:whatever happened to taking 10?

Gnogglebolt:“Yes, it doesn’t seem necessary anymore."

Liatai:“Oh... Okay, then.” The halfling nods. “Anything else I can get you all?”

Gnogglebolt:“I’m fine...” Gnogglebolt looks to the others questioningly

Trofim:*hgrrrrr* Fed and watered, or better said aled, trofim has fallen asleep at his chair, grasping Beridze firmly

Sszeyl:Sszeyl looks around for the sppon/fork for this stew. :^

Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 7 + 3 = 10 »

Sszeyl:Spot check.

Terri:*noms stew quietly*

Liatai:Okay, you don’t need to roll quite so many checks. XD

Liatai:The spoon is in sight.

Sszeyl:Sszeyl is still a fair bit drunk.

TMG:aaanyway...

TMG:suppose this is a good place to leave off, and for Derish and Barshal to wander in?

VAE:i agree!

Meany:Darnit. Another week without mah fan.

Liatai:Indeed, I would say so. ^^

VAE:without what?

VAE:oh, the fan

VAE:hehe... also.. when we’ll hold the test game? sunday or saturday?

VAE:i’ll ask Saph yet, but probably Sat is best, since there’s no need to get up the day after

Liatai:Saturday’s fine by me... as long as it’s not before noon EST. I have a class to go to.

Meany:Agreed.

Faerie:So, is that i for today?

Faerie:*that it

Meany:I guess so. :/

Liatai:Seems to be so. ^^

TMG:alrighty... don’t kill each other while I’m gone next weekend, ya hear?