Session 39.5

TMG has connected.

Ghostwish has connected.

TMG:...huh. This isn't the campaign file saved from the actual session we had. I'll have to manually track gold spent and enter it into my real token on the real file. :B

Liatai:It isn't?

Liatai:... Ghoooooost. :B

Ghostwish:Yes it is?

Liatai:Did you not save the campaign file. :B

Ghostwish:I saved it!

Liatai:Why are the tokens not in the graveyard, then? ^^;

Ghostwish:.. oh god damnit it didn't save. -.-

TMG:Our tokens are still where they were in HQ, and graveyard has nothing new

Liatai:It's OK. I have a backup.

Ghostwish:Thank goodness. I hate it when maptool fails. &gt;_-

Meany has connected.

Liatai:OK, I've got it open in another tab. If you want gold values, just let me know. :3

Ghostwish:Meany - Map didn't save. Blame java and all its shakieness.

TMG:<font color="#000000">No worries, I know I've got plenty of cash for whatever, I'll just manually track for now.

Meany:<font color="#666666">Aww.

Meany:<font color="#666666">Testing.

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

Meany:<font color="#666666">Yo. Good, not lagged up.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Whenever you guys are ready, paste your tokens to the Zairith and Lethiriss' Place map. Let's do this. :3

Meany:<font color="#666666">Wow, weirdness.

TMG:<font color="#000000">what, me too? o.o

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">... oh god.

Meany:<font color="#666666">I right click Sszeyl token, and suddenly am looking at mules. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That's where the NPCs are.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">You know what else didn't save?

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">MY TOKENS. XD

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">MY MACROS. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Lia to the rescue. :3

Meany:<font color="#666666">And the Sszey token is already here. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I know, I just put it there. x3

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Ready. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh, and just to be sure, since this -isn't- the real file, this one isn't going to be saved to avoid a fork, right?

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( -!! ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Nice Wood Elf. :B ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">SQUEEEE! Liatai I love you. XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Which one? :B Doesn't she look like Ms. Frizzle? XD

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Both of them. :B ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Saved token.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">... THAT IS SO MRS FRIZZLE

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">TAKE US TO THE MAGIC SCHOOL BUS

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay! Start whenever you're ready. :3 I put Densharr there if there was something you wanted to talk with him about, too.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Right, so.. what am I doing? XP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... what ARE you doing? :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">I'm sorta watching a Portal2 webcast right now, so I'll take my minisession last ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I have no idea what you're doing. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Sowing the seeds for Seeds! :&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I can multitask sessions. :3

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Also going to See the Wizard. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Okay, so I'd be looking for any of the local wood elves I know. Preferably displaced ones like Tathi.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">-- CRUD

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Ghost, don't forget. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I forgot to name the elves. XD

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Old ELven woman who breeds the hounds. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">She's one of the considerations too. :&gt;

TMG:<font color="#000000">for records purposes and preparation, Gnogglebolt is on Cuthon 3rd, right after the meeting with Commander Ashmore and out buying supplies, and before returning to HQ and waiting for Flint&amp;Richter

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... so? Go. Talk. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">but the portal! GlaaaaaaaDOS! D:

Aelian:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I'll be frank. I don't know many members of the wood elven community... outside of you, of course.&quot; &gt;.&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Someone talk? :B

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Mmm, on that note.. I guess this should be a fair warning. Remember the little bit of heat I gave you when we first met, for being half-human?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Expect that.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;A thousand fold. I am humble, for a wood elf.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;... and stop making that face.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( If only the Kung-Fu Drow was there. :. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Violence solves all our problems these days. ))

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi wouldn't allow it. They'd likely try and kill Sszeyl.

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Try being the key word. =3= ))

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">So which should Tathi go after first, audience? ;)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Cat on keyboard D:

TMG:<font color="#000000">(for records purposes, Tathi is looking for wood elves to recruit them, when? At what point in the timeline is this taking place, DM?)

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">Cat!? WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The cat is now in my lap. We may proceed. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hee. x3

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">The hound breeder was a.. high elf, right?

Wood Elven Woman:<font color="#000000">The two wood elves are together, conversing in Elven. &quot;... So it ended in cake. But then...&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">okay okay okay XD

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( &quot;Old Elven woman&quot; was all you got from the cat. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Now, does Tathi know these two?

Wood Elven Man:<font color="#000000">&quot;I didn't think you could reduce a person to that size...&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( They're her offspring. *shot* ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">If she does, you make up a name. My name generator it elsewhere. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">:&gt;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">&#171; &#160;1d2 = 2&#160; <font color="#6600CC">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">&#171; &#160;1d10 = 7&#160; <font color="#6600CC">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Roll once on Table 4 and once on Table 5, add an apostrophe, then roll again on Table 3.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 5&#160; <font color="#6600CC">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Alea

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 34&#160; <font color="#6600CC">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">ettln

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Aleaettln

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 21&#160; <font color="#6600CC">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Aleattin sounds like a name, at least... What's the last segment?

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Alea'Ettlndrim

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Good grief, the keysmash. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">But it's somewhat pronouncable, so have at it. x3

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">'Traders in Magic wait I was on the wrong table XD

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Alea'Ettlnian

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Traders in Magic (lord/lady)

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Ooo.. she might've been a noble in a merchant family! :&gt;

Aelian:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know either of those two?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi smiles. &quot;That one, Alea, calls me her favorite customer. I think she just likes braiding my hair, really.&quot; She says, and then raises her voice. &quot;Alea!&quot;

Wood Elven Woman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm? -- Tathi!&quot; :D &quot;What brings you out this way?&quot;

Wood Elven Woman:<font color="#000000">Completely ignoring the half-human. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Not noticing the dogs? ))

Wood Elven Man:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are those... elven hounds?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Quite an interesting story that.&quot; Tathi says, beaming. &quot;I've got this wild notion in my head. That maybe, just maybe, we can undo all the damage the drow have done.&quot; She says, and then smiles to the man, scritching Amadre's ears. &quot;The very best. And who may you be?&quot; She asks politely.

Wood Elven Man:<font color="#000000">&quot;Falion. A longtime friend of Alea.&quot; The man gives a shallow bow and a smile.

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Testing. :. ))

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Oh good. Not lagging yet. &gt;&gt; ))

Wood Elven Woman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ohh? What's this notion? ... And who's the half-human?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Her husband.&quot; *shot back into OOC*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Meany, question. Who did Sszeyl take with him to see the wizard?

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi does a polite little curtsey (knowledge nobili-*brick'd*). &quot;Tathi Eyllisaearsithek. former student of the Academy.&quot; She says, and then promptly introduces. &quot;This is Aelian-&quot; And the DM fills in the last name. :P

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Brb for sacred canine duty, and food. ))

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Never gave Aelian a last name.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'll come up with one later. For now, onward. XD


 * Aelian mimics the wood elf's bow.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Right, well, the inspiration may have come from a bad source. I'm sure both of you have gotten repeated requests and pleading from the numerous anti-drow groups? My own mentor has contacted me on the occasion.. But, I got to thinking about this. There's all these fanatical groups out for revenge, but where's the more sensible one looking to restore our home and gather the refugees?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Ohhh.. Tathi should totally use that knowledge nobility and teach Aelian proper court etiquette. Whacha think?

Aelian:<font color="#000000">I have a negative Cha modifier, you're welcome to try. :B

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 9 + 5 = 14&#160; <font color="#6600CC">&#187;

Wood Elven Woman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go on, go on...&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Not terribly bad?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Come on, folks, let's go, I've got another batch of critters to take care of tonight, too. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh dear. Um. Okay.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">(Smaller batch, two dogs, two cats, two goats, and five horses, and the horses and goats are all set for the night. But still. :B)

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi nods a little. &quot;So, perhaps I've finally gone mad, but I have the idea of founding a new group, one I've decided to name 'Seeds'. The name is no coincidence. I want to regrow our home from the ashes. And to start, I'm gathering together whoever I can find. Your name popped up first Alea. You were a prominant merchant before the Burn. And my shopping has shown me you've still got the nack for it. I will need someone with a good head for finances..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">After buying up on the supplies for the coming battle, the sun is still high in the sky at around noon. Plenty of time to take care of the other errand... (and pretending Elros is following along, but customarily silent. :B )

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt asks around for some blades-for-hire, preferably ones good at tracking. Bounty hunters would work. Gather Information heck, taking 10 (10+3=13) if possible, &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 2 + 3 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; if not...

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">suddenly, elros blurts out &quot;YOU MUST CONSTRUCT ADDITIONAL PYLONS&quot;

Wood Elven Woman:<font color="#000000">&quot;An admirable thing to try and do! But... where are you going to try and regrow things? You know as well as I do how the humans snapped up the burned land.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">.. oh owch.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Nothing this hour.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You can try again? :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">YIKES. They did what now!? Criminey, think fast.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Land free of trees? Humans saw farmland ripe for the making. XD

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Unfortunately, no one in this area knew any, so Gnogglebolt tries a different street of Castleton. Just looking for some merc not currently on a job, and not trying to be covert about anything. Perfectly legit job--oh! Crap, almost forgot.

TMG:<font color="#000000">you...didn't know this, ghost? xD

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;That is where I am going to need a political strong arm. Hopefully, we can find some peaceful resolution to the problem. If not? Fine, two can play that game.&quot; Tathi says with a mischievious smirk. &quot;There are a lot of unclaimed forests in human lands. Afterall, isn't it easier to convert an existing forest instead of regrowing one from scratch?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Has anyone told me? :P

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You know those humans, they don't let a thing lay fallow. Short-sighted creatures. :B */elf*

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( No mention of Drowtrees? :U ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( And legal custody battles for them? ))

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">O BY DA WAY I KNOW DIS DROW HE'S AN OKAY GUY UH HUH no.

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Demand your back pay on that child support! ))

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Trying NOT to get shot here, black elf.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Anyway, -before- the gathering information, Gnogglebolt visits the law office he did before the goblin trial. While there, he gives the slightly odd request of filling out a legal IOU...of an undeclared amount (I have no idea if this is really possible, but I can't think of any other way to pay David :B Or at least, Gnogglebotl can't IC. )

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Then move out da 'hood. |B ))

Wood Elven Man:<font color="#000000">The man smirks deviously. &quot;Now that's a thought.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Then Tathi's demeanor gets a little darker.. &quot;And if they take issue with that, well..&quot; She says, holding up a hand which a wisp of fire dances about. &quot;Alea knows how I often solve my problems..&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Now I'm going toget all in-char and shiz. ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He explains the situation as needing the IOU delivered to a specific person, which for extenuating reasons Gnogglebolt cannot do himself, in order to purchase some items of unknown price from that person. ANd yes, Gnogglebolt knows he's -reeeally- going on faith for that and could be ripped off very easily. &gt;.&gt;

Wood Elven Woman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that why you brought the half-human along? Leverage?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He just says 'he's got a plan'

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi actually giggles. &quot;Allright, time to let this hound out of the bag.&quot; She says, smiling over at Aelian. &quot;Aelian is my lover. We met when our adventuring parties converged. I also saved his butt once or twice.&quot; She says, playfully poking the poor half-elf.

Wood Elven Woman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your --&quot; O.o

Wood Elven Man:<font color="#000000">o.O

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( The only thing that could have been more akward. ))


 * Wood Elven Woman starts to giggle!

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Aelian, be a dear and pick their jaws off the floor, would you?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Was if this woman was her mother. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( And Aelian was a woman. ))


 * Aelian smirks tensely.

Wood Elven Man:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- But -- he doesn't look like he's got wood elven blood in him.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Done, Gnogglebolt. :3 Ready to try searching again?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Righto. Asking around somewhere else: &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 19 + 3 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Akellon has the most charmingly racist people of any campaign ever. ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Ooh, looks like he hit Merc Street. :.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And what luck, there's a group of four just itching for a job.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi smirks. &quot;Hold on to your jaw for a moment, Falion, because he doesn't.&quot; Tathi says, wrapping an arm around Aelian's waist to help him relax. &quot;It never donned on me, but I don't choose my lovers for their blood, but their deeds. And Aelian here could easily outpreform any of the archers from our home.&quot; She says, and then smiles up at the half-elf.. Uh oh, there's that gleam in her eyes again. &quot;He could out preform them in a number of other areas too.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Try not to go TOO red, Aelian.


 * Wood Elven Woman keeps giggling, and indeed, Aelian is turning just a little red. x3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt walks into a tavern somewhere in the city, sees a group of four people around a table, nods at them matching the descriptions he was given, and approaches. &quot;Hello, good citizens.&quot; he says as he approaches. &quot;Ah, I understand your blades are for hire, from what I've been told?&quot;

Wood Elven Man:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Well, your business is your business.&quot; The man clears his throat. &gt;.&gt;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Oh, Lia, did any of the names I suggest work for your muse? :U Never got a clear answer due to lag. ))

High Elven Bard:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sounds like your reputation's spread far, Joanna.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( That works. :B ))

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Oh quit it Alea!&quot; Tathi says, giggling too. &quot;Did you really think I was going to settle with that stuffy noble?&quot; She said, and then went poker face.. &quot;Is he still alive?&quot; She asks, nervously glancing at Aelian for a moment.

Human Wizard:<font color="#000000">&quot;So to speak! Am I to understand you've got a job in mind for us?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( A nomination for the people who spot the puns in the names of two of these mercs. :B ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll take that as a yes.&quot; Gnogglebolt takes a seat for himself. &quot;Ah, yes, I do have a job of sorts. It's going to be, well, slightly unusual, though.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Sir blastalot and sir singsalot?

Half-Elven Druid:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mark, remember, ask for names before taking any jobs. Remember what happened last time.&quot; ;3

Human Rogue:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ugh. Never again. Too much sand. It's not a desert job, is it?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Darn. :B ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, and of course. I am Gnogglebolt Sparkgear of Mazio. I'm with the Vigilant Guardians, though your probably haven't heard of us. And no, not a desert job.&quot; He says, chuckling.


 * Aelian scowls. &quot;Yes, I'm alive.&quot; :/

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Ivhans Won; last name is Now spelled and pronounced backwards, first name is an anagram of Vanish. ))

Human Rogue:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank the gods. Ugh. I'm still cleaning sand out of my boots.&quot;

Human Wizard:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mazian, huh? So what is this job?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Ni Return, when pronounced in a certain way, sounds like &quot;An' I Return.&quot; ))

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi giggles, covering her mouth for a moment.. &quot;No, no, I meant an old aquintance. This noble that was intent on wedding me. He was a bit pushy, and terribly jealous, or so I heard.. I'm not sure if he lived through the Burning.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Then she glances over at Alea, and pokes the elven woman. &quot;Breath, girl!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Heh heh. Well, I'll cut to the chase. I was looking for people decent at tracking down other people. You can do so, yes?&quot;

Wood Elven Woman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Heeheehee! Okay, I think I'm done~&quot;

Wood Elven Woman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tell you what, I'm intrigued! Where is this group meeting, this Seeds?&quot;

Half-Elven Druid:<font color="#000000">&quot;Through wildland and urban land alike.&quot;

Human Rogue:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who owes you money?&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah. Well, this is where things get unusual.&quot;

High Elven Bard:<font color="#000000">&quot;People can be looking for other people for non-monetary reasons, Joanna...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi ponders for a moment. &quot;You know, I hadn't considered. I suppose I had it in my head to gather at least a small group first. The adventuring company I am with does have a headquarters, but I would have to ask the rest of them first.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Or perhaps you could use the presently unused Mustering Cave? :B ))

Wood Elven Woman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, when you have a place, send the word along the vines, and I'll start passing it on to any other wood elves I come across.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( I don't think Luethil would mind visitors to homely House either. ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;See, there's no bounty on the person I need to find. I don't want him taken out, nor do I need him brought in. Rather, I need a business trasaction with him of utmost importance. Unfortunately, I have other business, and there is a difference between importance and urgency...and my current business exceeds in urgency.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">... a freakin' yuan'ti!? What are you, the devil on my shoulder? XD

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Luethil's a wild elf. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Lethiriss is the yuan-ti. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">oh.. damn L names. XD

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">.. so now I'm drawing a blank. WHO is Luethil again? XD

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Wild Elf Barbarian. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( The lizardfolk's secret wife. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Luethil and jalzar, we rescued them from the gigantic pack of wolves

Luethil Aellonor:<font color="#000000">Me! &gt;:O Remember?

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( *cue Our Love Can Never Be meme* ))

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Don't worry, he forgot me, too. :| Guess he just has a tendency to forget people whose names start with L...

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">ah yes. now where did they go? XD

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt takes out a piece of paper and starts writing things down. &quot;So, I cannot find this man and take care of this business myself yet. However, I don't necessarily need to be the one doing it, so I thought could get someone else. However, there's a lot of exact instructions for this, so...anyway.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Luethil is managing one of the hunting lodges. Jalzar went back east with his tribe. :B

Human Wizard:<font color="#000000">&quot;What kind of 'business' are you looking to conduct, anyway?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The man's name is David Morian. He's a traveling salesman with a reputation of...well, being disreputable. However, that has nothing to do with what I want with him. It seems that one of the products he sells actually works, and it is very important I acquire some. It is a balm that is called 'Stiffness Panacea'.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Actually.. now that I think of it, there IS this hunting lodge. A wild elf runs it, and I don't think she'd mind too much.. But I'll check. Eventually we'll need a proper, wood elf establishment, so on that note, would you happen to know of any tree-shapers still with us?&quot;

High Elven Bard:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've heard of him. He's a rail-riding champion, so to speak.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;However, as far as I know, David Morian is on the other side of the country, near the western coast. From two sources, he's either hanging around Rescan or Moscran, or he's somewhere in between the towns of (can't remember their names).&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Braxton Falls and Thalinde. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">thank you ^^

Human Rogue:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not Moscra again!&quot; DX

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;However, I'd, ah, really rather not wait for him to come back out this way.&quot;

Human Wizard:<font color="#000000">&quot;Calm down, Jo, he said it wasn't a desert job.&quot; :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway. Because of his reputaion, if you approach him strongly, he may get the wrong idea. It's important than you -don't- spook him, I really want legitimate business conducted.&quot;

Wood Elven Man:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can ask around, I suppose.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt's still writing things down as he talks.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Anyway... Meany, you with us?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I've forgotten. Who did Sszeyl take with him to go see the wizard?

Meany:<font color="#666666">Do do dee do.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, when you find him, here is what I need you to do, in this order. Ask him about his Stiffness Panacea product. I need at least...six vials.&quot;


 * Liatai pokes the Meany. Can't move forward with seeing the wizard unless you tell me... :B

Meany:<font color="#666666">Aelian and Tathi.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Wonderful! I still have a few people to ask, in particular..&quot; Tathi says, reaching down and scratching the ears of the pup who'd been sniffing Alea. &quot;.. there is apparently an elderly elven woman who breeds cooshees.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#666666">:B

Meany:<font color="#666666">Lagspasm.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">what about us???

Meany:<font color="#666666">Sszeyl was waiting for y'all outside the Mace to go see the Wizard.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;-If- he has them in stock, ask him what the price is. Then, and here is...well, a bit where I'm going to have to trust you on. You are to endorse the total cost on this IOU...&quot; Gnogglebolt pulls out the second parchment. &quot;And give it to him, so the next time he comes this direction, he can collect full payment from me.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is -imperative- I get that Stiffness Panacea, I just don't know how much he sells it for.&quot;


 * Human Rogue has a face that looks very much like &gt;:3 ... until the half-elf gently whaps her on the back of the head.

Human Wizard:<font color="#000000">&quot;That does bring up a good question, though. What's in it for us?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;After you have the vials, return to me, speedily if you can.&quot; Gnogglebolt says.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, well, I was simply just going to ask you what your usual rates are. However, I still have a few more exact instructions, for contingencies, hear me out first...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Well, if there's nothing else to discuss, I suppose it's time to go find that drow.

Wood Elven Woman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, I wish you all the best of luck finding here. They really are beautiful.&quot; She scratches the hound's headfur idly.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*finding her

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, if he -doesn't- have any Stiffness Panacea in stock, ask him how he gets it. If makes it himself, request that he makes it, and he will be paid for it. Once he does, then follow the previous instructions, giving him the IOU and returning the vials to me. If he instead acquires them from a different source, just find out where, then return to me without giving him the IOU, obviously. I'll have to get them myself later in that contingency.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt finishes writing down those instructions. &quot;Now. Payment for you, of course. What do you usually charge for tracking someone down?&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">Happy barking! ^.^

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What's that price from the DMG again?

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">Drow/Elf Fushion dance? :B

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Is he.. having a seizure?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">eh heh...well, for 2nd-level fighter 'merc leader', 6 sp a day. for 1st-lvl fighter merc, 2 sp a day. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Actually, yes I was.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Terrible tarts in this part of town. :/&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Since you went and made an adventuring party, you may want/have to change the values slightly ^^;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Dreadful. So, what are we doing now?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Ready to see the Wizard?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;He probably will not be there, but if so, we can gain a lot of information.&quot;

Human Wizard:<font color="#000000">&quot;Given how it's just tracking someone down... travel expenses should cover it. Feed for the horses, plus trail rations for each... six silver pieces a day for each person, minimum.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;And a warning for dear Aelian who has not had the joy to meet him previously.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#000000">&quot;What wizard is this, anyway?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#000000">&quot;... what. Is he fond of polymorphing. :/ &quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;He better not be unless he likes fireballs.&quot; Tathi says.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Zairith, the wizard we are to see, is an Enchanter. He is also a terribly skilled wordsmith.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;He will try to trick you into giving more information than we need to for his, so stop to think about any answer you give him before you do so.&quot;

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I'm totally lost. I've forgotten why we're going to see hi- OH, is it about the trees?

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Dafuq is wrong wiff yer memory? :B ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I do too much XP

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Barbie's mauling. And yes, the trees if you want. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Especially if the conversation turns toward a certain Knight. :B ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">... what knight? XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... what knight? :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt nods. &quot;I see. And, since I don't think any of us know how long it will take to find him...&quot; Gnogglebolt reaches into a small pouch, and pulls out four...platinum pieces, and lays them on the table. &quot;And since I want this dones as quickly as possible, that's 'half now.' When you return with either six vials in hand or the location of where to get them, there will be more where that came from. Is this acceptable?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Comescu. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Who?

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;That is all the warning you need, let us be off.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Re-read Safe Passage Chappie 2. :B ))

Human Wizard:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; Mental math time... &quot;That's more than enough, I think.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">Le knock.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And Sszeyl completely didn't mention the drowness or snakeness. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Need to know beforehand information. :B ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I think Tathi's met them before. so she does. She reassures Aelian with the fact she could level the house. :&gt;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt nods, and slides parchment with information &amp; instructions, and the IOU, towards the four.

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sssss! Who issss it thissss time?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( She's totally forgotten Zairith's 'stronger than two of her'. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( :B ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi;s a wizard. No one's ever more powerful than her. Wizard rule #1. Look it up. *sage nod*

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;The young terror plaguing your life. :B&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Druids. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( :B ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">what.

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ssssssszeyl! One moment, the door issss locked.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;The preechers again?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">(I wonder how she doesn't have a fit trying to say his name...)

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ssssso ssssssorry. Encccccyclopedia sssssalessssmen.&quot;


 * Tathi flinches.

Aelian:<font color="#000000">:|

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Oh, those poor souls.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Is Zairith at home? Or the food-thief?&quot;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Zairith keepssss buying them -- oh? Who'ssss thisss?&quot;


 * Sszeyl points at Tathi. &quot;Wood Elf who's rat got into a fight with LiNeer about a month ago.&quot;

Human Wizard:<font color="#000000">&quot;Liris, you take it. You're the most responsible.&quot;


 * Half-Elven Druid accepts the papers.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;And her mate.&quot; He points at Aelian in turn.

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ssss, I remember. Zairith ssspoke with you about treating your familiar properly.&quot; Lethiriss nods to Tathi.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi just smirks, and points at the rat.

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;He lookssss much fatter than lassst time I sssaw him... &gt;:3~&quot;

Kor:<font color="#6600CC">BUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRP. Yes, that was from the cheese. Still.

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pleasssse, come in. Zairith issss in the basssement.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Thank you.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Aelian, close the door behind you.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you, good citizens. Our business here for the moment is concluded then, and I have other matters to attend. Farewell, and I hope to see you again soon!&quot; Gnogglebolt excuses himself, waves good-bye, and walks out.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;He still refuses to clean up the books, doesn't he..&quot; Tathi says, tsking.

Tavia:<font color="#000000">This place smells like cat. :/

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Come now, sit.&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">Let's find it!

Tavia:<font color="#000000">-- Ow! Snakes! D:

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">What? Where!? :O

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Control them.&quot;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">You hear a muffled *bap* and an &quot;Ow!&quot; from behind the door, and a hissed reprimand from Lethiriss. Looks like someone was reintroduced to the thesaurus.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Or the master of the house will put them in time out. :B&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi smirks. &quot;Amadre, Tavia, heel!&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">Awww. T_T

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Stole more food, did he?&quot;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;He'sss on hisss way up. Did you want to ssspeak with the sssneak-thief in the meantime? &gt;:|~&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Yes, if he has time.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Who is the sneak thief again?&quot;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sssss, he hassss nothing but time. Sssspendsss all day doing nothing. &gt;:/~&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">Rrrrrr. &gt;:O

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Down. He's only as half as bad as he looks.&quot; Tathi says.


 * Rhylinar steps out of the study, still rubbing his head where the book made contact. &quot;You only think I'm doing nothing -- oh hey, Sszeyl.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Good afternoon.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#000000">RrrrrrrRRRRRR. &gt;:O


 * Aelian tenses immediately at seeing the other drow. &gt;:|

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">The Drow clears throat.


 * Lethiriss busies herself making tea. :3

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Easy now.&quot; Tathi says, patting Aelian's shoulder.

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nice to see the cu sith haven't changed in all this time,&quot; he says flatly.

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">Evil glare of chewing knawing death. &gt;:O


 * Rhylinar skirts the edge of the hound perimeter.

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, what brings you here with elven hounds?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Business of death.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;We're here on two topics. Assassins, and trees.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Which must wait for the master of the house.&quot;

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">You rang? .3

Kor:<font color="#6600CC">NEMESIS #1!!! &gt;:O

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">DINNER! &gt;:O

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">How many are you up to now, Kor?

Kor:<font color="#6600CC">Shuddup. &gt;:|

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( And the dogs notice in three...two..one. ))

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">CATCATCATCAT!!! *POUNCE*

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">HISSSSS! &gt;:O

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Tathi-&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Oh forest, no Amadre!&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">Catcatcatcatcatcat. :O

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">SWAT. &gt;:O &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 19 + 8 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">The monk stands up. :/

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">YIPE! &gt;:O *teeth bared*

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;AMADRE! DOWN!&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">But but but but-

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">And picks up the cat himself.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Heel.&quot; &gt;:|

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">T_T... o.o! Drow!

Zairith:<font color="#000000">... does he run into the wizard about to do the same thing. &gt;.&gt;

Amadre:<font color="#6600CC">Rrrrrrr!

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">Yep.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">*headclonk*

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- tch!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi just facepalms at the sheer chaos of it all.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Ow.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Sorry.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Well! We are off to a wonderful spectacle!&quot;

You whisper to Meany: Will save, really quick?

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 2 + 5 = 7&#160; <font color="#666666">&#187; Will save!

You whisper to Meany: You notice nothing. Carry on. :3

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Quite.&quot; The wizard's tone is flat. &quot;Care to explain to me why there are elven hounds in my home terrorizing my familiar?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;There has been an attempt on the female's life recently.&quot;


 * LiNeer clambers up on top of Zairith's head. Hsssss! &gt;:O

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Added security.&quot;

Kor:<font color="#6600CC">Weird. Kor's in the exact same spot on Tathi. Must be a wizard thing. Squeeeak!! &gt;:O

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who did it?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;A thin, blond, womanly man. Who somehow either summoned a giant weasel, or had one as an animal friend.&quot;


 * Lethiriss serves tea politely and formally, despite all this chaos. &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 6 + 9 = 15&#160;  &#187;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">Decent tea. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Thank you.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi takes hers, nodding and sipping it lightly. Kor is almost dislodged.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;You two are in the business of magicks and the underwold. And we have no leads.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Do you know of any such person?&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Far too many for any sort of efficient search.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;These giant weasels are that common?&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Any number of people could fit those criteria. Students of the Art. Animal trainers. Folk of the wild.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;It could have been a dire weasel. Or.. something worse..&quot; Tathi says, pondering a moment.. &quot;No, sorry.. just felt like someone was trying to tell me something.&quot;


 * Ghostwish continues to pound on the fourth wall, failing metagame after metagame check.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;...Thank you for your candor, Zairith.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you know nothing more about this individual?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;He was...predatory in attack nature. Stalking before, but attacking another of our men when Tathi was not a viable target any more.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;And was very quick with his switching of places with the giant weasel, to the point where the victim was fighting the man in one instant, and the beast the next.&quot;


 * Aelian 's tea is growing cold. He's not drinking it. &gt;:/

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Nudge!


 * Sszeyl pointedly sips the tea.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Such a description lends itself better to one of the wild folk than a student of the arcane. There are those skilled with shapeshifting magics among them, and with spells of quick transport and summoning.&quot;


 * Aelian still doesn't drink.


 * Sszeyl gives a quick look to Tathi.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Thank you for sharing that. If you have time, there are some...other mattters.&quot;

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Say... maybe you could ask Quilmice! She's on her way out to help you with your bear problem, right?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;I intend to. :U&quot;

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">&quot;She might know of somebody who likes weasel form.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Owch. Aelian just got an ever so subtle kick in the shin.

Aelian:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- ow!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Tathi, something wrong? Your tea is getting cold.&quot; Didn't see -you- going for it either, missy. :/

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">You're blind then. She's been drinking it.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Other matters, aside from Lethiriss' tea?&quot; A pointed look at the people around the table.

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( &gt;:P ))

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Yes.&quot; Tathi says finally. &quot;Trees.&quot;

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">&quot;... that's more Quilmice's area...&quot; &gt;.&gt;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Not quite.&quot;

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sss-sss. Unlessss you mean making them into paper. We have plenty of that.&quot; x3~

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;With the treachery in play, the Order cannot be relied upon to fufil it's obligation to return the trees taken from the Lolthians.&quot;

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">&quot;And...?&quot;

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

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

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Lethiriss, was that the chamomile tea?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi quietly pulls Sszeyl's head out of his tea. :P

Aelian:<font color="#000000">Tea with sleeping poison?! Now I'm DEFINITELY not drinking it. &gt;:|

Meany:<font color="#666666">Lethiriss: &quot;Sss-sss. Unlessss you mean making them into paper. We have plenty of that.&quot; x3~ Sszeyl: &quot;With the treachery in play, the Order cannot be relied upon to fufil it's obligation to return the trees taken from the Lolthians.&quot; Sszeyl: &quot;Could one of you collect...seeds, or seedlings, when you pass by?&quot; Sszeyl: (( Hello? :. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ah, we missed the collection line.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;... An unorthodox request.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I'm gonna have to leave soon fellas. sorry. T_T

Meany:<font color="#666666">Aww.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's OK, we'll hurry this along. ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Yes. But these are unorthodox times. :U&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Oh, by the way, have you or have you not been contacted by the City Guard?&quot;


 * Rhylinar gives a short, disbelieving laugh. &quot;First talk of smuggling people, and now stealing government property! You're turning into a regular brazen rogue, Sszeyl.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Nyeh.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Regarding the Aramathea case, I assume.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Yes.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;The tale has spread far in the arcane district.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Many refuse to believe that Aramathea could be capable of such violence. I may pay her a visit to confirm.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;It might be moot shortly.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;I am intending to drop my charges against her.&quot;

LiNeer:<font color="#000000">Zairith's expression hasn't changed, but the cat looks very much like &gt;.3.

Kor:<font color="#6600CC">Kor is still all rage. &gt;:O

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;And then to turn her over to the church of Vandria Gilmardrith.&quot;


 * Zairith arches an eyebrow.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Which I have joined. :U&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">O.o they said they wouldn't take her, if I recall...

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Cue spit-takes. ))

Zairith:<font color="#000000">That eyebrow rises a bit farther.

Lethiriss:<font color="#000000">&quot;... who?&quot;

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">&quot;... who?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( They said they would...something, with her. :U Once the human justice system was done. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Let's play &quot;who has ranks in Knowledge (religion)!&quot; :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;An Elven Goddess. Of lawful intent, and primarily associated with Diplomacy.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gilmadrith's church is, to my knowledge, most concerned with warfare.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;That too. But more of the despair of it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;And while I was talking to them, I learned a couple of things that aroused questions. :/&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Like, that there are scattered fragments of Drow populations about the surface, and to the...west, I believe.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Some of which still support that spider witch.&quot;


 * Sszeyl calmly sets his tea down. &quot;Is it true?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Hello? D: ))

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

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


 * Zairith looks pointedly at the two elves.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;A precaution of these assassination attempts is no longer travelling alone. And they are the least likely to stick their noses into this.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am doubtful of that.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;The others either have good intentions, are too unknown, or Cuthbert worshippers.&quot;

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's wrong with good intentions?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;They are easily misguided or abused.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Like your crusade to amend relations of the drow and the other races?&quot; Tathi casually comments.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;If I had my way the Drow of Ezzebek could die in their hole when the Elves come for them.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;But presently, my Lord is among them, and while that is so, they are not allowed to die.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Heart warming.&quot;

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your 'lord?'&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;You have not forgotten your cousin already, have you?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;So, back to the question. Is it true?&quot;

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; Rhylinar looks mightily confused.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">Oh, gosh, so surprising, look at this surprise all over my face. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">gotta go x.x

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Seeya. :x ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Crud, it's getting close to midnight. O.o

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Yep. :c ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghost, are you going to keep the server up, or shut it down? ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">I can host

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I shall keep it up while I shower XD

TMG:<font color="#000000">if necessary

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">But make preperations!

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Aye-aye, cap-in. :U ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">here, just in case, give me the GM password

You whisper to TMG: Dance Site

TMG:<font color="#000000">so I can join, save the campaign file, and host it later if I have to

TMG:<font color="#000000">ah, thanks

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

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

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( I see how it is. :B ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Not peeking at any maps, and will delete the file when we're done here tonight

TMG:<font color="#000000">saved, brb again

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

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

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is hardly proper to discuss such things while in the company of a member of the Order.&quot; The wizard's tone is so cold, it could give you frostbite.

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Wb. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">There, carry on.

TMG:<font color="#000000">did I miss a line?

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( No. :U ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;So it -is- true.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 4 + 3 = 7&#160; <font color="#666666">&#187; Sense motive check!

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Just in case. :B ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You sense nada. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Is it proper to tell me if any of these groups are allied with yours?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Because it seems the Church has clashes with them, and I'd hate to kill off your comerades.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You may want to try rolling Diplomacy, or some other social check.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 13 + 3 = 16&#160; <font color="#666666">&#187; Diplomacy check!

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;You tread on dangerous territory, boy.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( TMG, pass for your server when it comes up? :U ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;I have been doing that for months now. A fair bit of it with you. :|&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">dunno yet. o.o

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( I dun have IRC open, so can't easily ask it there. =3=;; ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( But okay. ))

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed.&quot; It's a vague 'indeed.' &quot;Know this, boy.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;As long as you carry Orgolloyss' banner, there are things in this world that you never shall know.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Understood.&quot;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">well, player password is always 'go'

TMG whispers: and GM password is 'stop'

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then I shall make this clear.&quot; The wizard steps closer, cat slithering down to curl around his shoulders.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you are so intent on 'saving' the drow, as you have stated is your intent, you must not be so quick to suggest murder.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Should word reach us of your killing any drow, Orgolloyss, Helvirahel, or Lolthian, know that the same fate will reach you. Extreme, perhaps. But there are many forces at work, and the risk is currently too great.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is this understood, Terror?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( Seeya, Ghost! ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">BEEEE UUUU BEEEE UUUUU BEEEE UUUUU Server coming down! Server coming down! Familiars and NPCs first!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, server name will be akellon, already said passwords!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Shall be up in no more than 15 seconds after this ges down!

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">saving twice this time... stupid maptool

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

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

You have disconnected.

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

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

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There we are.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Shame Ghost had to leave. I'd have liked to see Tathi's reaction to what's going down. :3


 * Rhylinar frowns briefly, but continues to watch quietly, as does Lethiriss.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Meany, when you get here, please roll a Will save before continuing. ^^; &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 17 + 12 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... yep, that definitely bypasses the spell resistance, I'd say. &gt;:3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... and now that I've rolled that, I can finally clear Zairith's &quot;&gt;6&quot; out of his HD.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 8 + 5 = 13&#160; <font color="#666666">&#187; Will save!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Stronger than twice Tathi, indeed. &gt;:3

You whisper to Meany: Keep me updated on Sszeyl's surface thoughts. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh! By the way, Liatai! :O

TMG:<font color="#000000">Now that you're on a -good- connection, can you watch the D&amp;D heroes vid? :o

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Give me the link again. ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">sure thing, will post in irc

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

Sszeyl whispers: Betrayal-would dare strike at Tebryn's servant?-Is he serious? Can't tell...BETRAYAL.


 * Zairith stands quietly, waiting.


 * Sszeyl takes a deep breath.

Sszeyl whispers: Be at peace.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Your blatant threats are noted, and understood.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;They are not threats. They are warnings.&quot;

Sszeyl whispers: Zilvudar spake the same words, and he is far worse-BETRAYAL.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">Another deep breath. &quot;Be that as it may. You misconstrued my show of genuine concern for your allies as a declaration of intent.&quot;


 * Zairith is silent, continuing to watch Sszeyl.

You whisper to Meany: Listening in, silently.

Sszeyl whispers: I don't want to hurt them...-as if we would waste our fists for petty murder-BETRAYAL.

Sszeyl whispers: He should notice the bold text sounds -frighteningly- like the Dragon.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; The wizard continues to study Sszeyl, but his tone thaws slightly. &quot;Perhaps. But it is not time for you to know all of the forces which are at work around you. And until that time, it is wiser to err on the side of caution.&quot;

Sszeyl whispers: CONSPIRATOR!He dares speak down to us?!Shut up, I can't hear him.

Sszeyl whispers: Oops, underlined text not meant to be italicized too.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Be at peace. There are those that would love nothing more than to live their lives in ignorance of such knowledge once they have learned it.&quot;

Sszeyl whispers: Weaklings.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;I see.&quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Perhaps you do. Perhaps you don't. Perhaps you see only faintly. Have patience. You are not ready, yet. Perhaps soon, there will come a day when you are.&quot; The wizard's stance seems... slightly more relaxed.

Sszeyl whispers: Will we ever be -allowed- to know?hoadr of knowledge, heSame with that Pigthing's soldiers.

Sszeyl whispers: Would you shut up about that?


 * Zairith is silent once more, for a few moments. LiNeer's tail twitches.

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;I must go now. There is a raid on a nest of undead scheduled for later today.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;Tathi, Aelian, say thank you to our host.&quot; :|


 * Aelian had been watching in tense silence, but nods curtly as Tathi... &quot;Tathi, are you all right?&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;How many snakes has LiNeer eaten here? &quot;

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Far too many for her own good.&quot; The wizard glances at the cat on his shoulder, who licks at a paw, tail still switching back and forth.

Zairith:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Take care.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;The female is cursed to be possessed by such specters. Come, let us get her out of here before she tries constricting someone. Take care, and thank you.&quot;


 * Rhylinar watches the group leave silently, as does Lethiriss before she starts clearing the table.

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( And scene? :B ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And... scene, unless Sszeyl has any thoughts to share on the way back. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;That went well.&quot; 

Sszeyl: <font color="#666666">(( And scene. :B ))

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

Meany:<font color="#666666">Did my using the different text mods to indicate different personality types work? :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">and will be deleting this file once the server goes down...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Indeed it did. :3 And it'll show up well in our new log system, too!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Any thoughts, audience Tech? :3

Meany:<font color="#666666">Sweet. :D

TMG:<font color="#000000">ah... Oh Sszeyl. You always get so in over your head.

TMG:<font color="#000000">And my belief still stands. Lethiriss does her accent on purpose, and real yuan-ti think she's weird. :&gt;

Sszeyl:<font color="#666666">&quot;It's why the ladies love me.&quot; ;U

TMG:<font color="#000000">er, other yuan-ti

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hey, when you're in Zairith's behind-the-scenes position, risks are calculated and re-calculated before taking them. &gt;;3

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

Meany:<font color="#666666">Also.

Meany:<font color="#666666">Dang his composure! :U

Meany:<font color="#666666">Was hoping for at least a spasm.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... when you're in his behind-the-scenes position, you also have high ranks in Bluff. :B

Meany:<font color="#666666">It's like with parenting.

Meany:<font color="#666666">You never let them see you freak out.


 * Liatai snerks. XD


 * Liatai is now picturing Zairith doing a Kria-style behind-the-scenes freakout.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... though in all honesty, he'll probably just end up hitting the books with even more fervor. Why so deadpan, Zairith. XD

Meany:<font color="#666666">Zairith freak out bubbles:

Meany:<font color="#666666">Tebryn: &quot;Here's a book to use to control my servant, so he doesn't damage himself too badly.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#666666">Bubble two:

Meany:<font color="#666666">Tebryn: &quot;What the flying fnark did you do?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#666666">Bubble three:

Meany:<font color="#666666">Tebryn: &quot;Gah, my super servant is broken, I best scrap my plans for military dictatorship. :/&quot;

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

Meany:<font color="#666666">:B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay. Now I should probably get going. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#666666">Seey'all!

Meany:<font color="#666666">Happy 4th of July!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh, why so it is! :D

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh hell, irc crashed on me

Meany:<font color="#666666">And Tech doesn't get it for another two hours and about seven minutes. =3=

Meany:<font color="#666666">D:

Meany:<font color="#666666">Logging off.

TMG:<font color="#000000">well, some people have been lighting fireworks anyway.

TMG:<font color="#000000">...despite fireworks being -completely outlawed- in my county &gt;.&gt;

Meany:<font color="#666666">Same. :P

Meany:<font color="#666666">Ta~

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Liatai:<font color="#000000">Thanks for the emergency server, Tech. :3

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