Session 46

Ghostwish has connected.

Ghostwish:And I shall brb to get some lunch. :&gt;

Faerie has connected.

Dr. Hatari has connected.

TMG has connected.

TMG:hey guys

TMG:not here yet

TMG:got another chore to do, and if I don't do it now, it -will- come back to bite me later during the game

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

</i>Faerie:<font color="#006666">Okay, and our starting map is...Leaden Mace?

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

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Grah.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">My browser language changed on me.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Brb.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... The language changed? O_o So is everything now in German or something?

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Fixed. =3= Getting sheet now.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Yep.


 * Dr. Hatari performs sacred canine duties.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">How do you do that.

</i><font color="#000000"> :O

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Was a non-Latin alpabet language. =3=;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That would be an awesome way to study -- oh. ^^;;;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Also.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Windows 7 auto-downloads languages.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">You could switch yours? :.


 * Liatai scowls at Vista.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'll have to look into it sometime when it's not gametime. :3


 * Dr. Hatari eats cookies. =3=


 * Ghostwish returns, having slain a PBJ, and attained a ginsing fruit drink. ^_^


 * Ghostwish pops open the Cold War file. He's only got about 300 ambushes to plan during the RP session.....

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">.. that is what RP sessions are for, right? Right?

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

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

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Keep up the arms race at your own peril. I can keep upping the damage. There are plenty of ways to triple-cast in a round that I've been neglecting to use in good taste... &gt;:3

GM:<font color="#000000">-- Oh, that's right! I think I forgot to roll the weather for this day in Akellon. &#171; &#160;1d100 = 91&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

GM:<font color="#000000">... is that what I think it is. :B


 * GM checks the DMG.

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

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Wb.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Oh lawds.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Just need some time to get set

GM:<font color="#000000">... that's a thunderstorm.

GM:<font color="#000000">What is this I don't even. XD


 * Dr. Hatari can't wait to see context for the gendercheck token. *brick'd*

Tokens dropped onto map 'Leaden Mace Society'Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">ROFL

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Yes!! We must make Liatai whip out the gendercheck oken!

Xilocent:<font color="#006666">Not on me. You know mine. Shush.

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">I know!! We need to ask about lots of obscure references in obscure tomes.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Leaden Mace Society'GM:<font color="#000000">Fortunately, the way I cropped it cuts out the hands, so it could just be working on something. :B

Dorf Aias:<font color="#9900FF">WHAT IN BLAZES ARE YU DOIN ERE!?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Cheater! :&gt;

GM:<font color="#000000">See token. :P

GM:<font color="#000000">Anyway! Shall we get this ball rolling? :D Roll call!

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">(also checking my autosave of last session..)


 * Dr. Hatari eats the final cookies. &gt;:E

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Yo.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Loading maps.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">A not-horizontal colored face? INTOLERABLE.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d2 = 1&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">...don't know whether that means I'm here or not though.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Meow!


 * Ghostwish pounces Aelian. &quot;C'mere! I need to token the hell out of you!&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Right, where were we...

GM:<font color="#000000">Oh right. Brain full of dragons.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Popularity contest. =w=

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">DRAONZZZZ. IN MAH BRAINZ.

GM:<font color="#000000">Such as it is, after the meeting with the Leaden Mace commander, the rest of the day is free for the Guardians to do what they will. So... what will they do?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Calrach: &quot;So...where are you guys going next?&quot; Aaand with that...cut? :U

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">PREPARE FOR THE AMBUSH.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Because DM's always plan ambushes. Right? Right?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Guys?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Hello?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Undead warforged are a thing, for the record.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">:B

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Necrons!? In my eberron!?

GM:<font color="#000000">I make no promises. =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">No,

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">... I'm not sure if I hate it or love it.

TMG:<font color="#000000">&quot;Woeforged&quot;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">They're mentioned in Five Nations

TMG:<font color="#000000">even the Lord of Blades stays away from them

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

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Anyway.

TMG:<font color="#000000">However, there are no stats given

GM:<font color="#000000">Well that's all fine and dandy for Eberron, but shall we stay in Akellon? =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">So, your guess is as good as mine as to how the hell they actually work. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">OHHHH. Now I remember reading about those! Is THAT what they are? Undead constructs?

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Well... I've already done- oh! Sorry! :&gt;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Pardon. I was just exercising my marionette skills.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">As it turns out, they're still sharp. *_*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well...I need to go talk to the landlord, but that should take too long. I'll need at least one someone to come with me, of course.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well, I'm still intent on getting my Seeds project rolling.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;You certainately are intent on that.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And after that...I don't know. I think we should continue our efforts at trying to track down the ones out to kill us. Tathi, you still have that plan of using magic to trace on that piece of evidence the castleton guard recovered, right?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;As only a wizard can be.&quot; Tathi says with a smirk.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian gets a blank look, ponders for a moment, and then says, &quot;I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Gnoggle~&quot; The cat dances, and jumps out of the dog's way multiple times.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yes, a handy little spell called Locate Object. One moment while I try to recall it's range..&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I'll come with, since I helped pay for the rent, and all. .3&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">&quot;Long&quot; range.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Little use in this context.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Or is it? :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, you did make an appointment with the guard to come in and look at it yourself, so we should probably take advantage of that and hope it doesn't wind up a dead end.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yes, if I am standing anywhere near where it was last, and it hasn't skipped town or some such, I should be able to find it.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Unless we were within a suspected hideout's vicinity. At present the search perimeter is 'the city'. :P

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Do you feel you would be alright if you got attacked, Barbarus, or would it beneficial to have one more along?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">wait. OOC, because Gnogglebolt wouldn't know to ask this.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Right, I suppose I'll be off to the guard house then. Coming, Aelian?&quot;


 * Barbarus points at Gnoggle.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;As if I'd leave you along around a bunch of burly guards.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">The guardhouse got a piece of metla/dagger recovered from the crime scene. The idea was to use magic on it to see if we could find the -owner-

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;He's going too. .|&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Aw, how sweet, thinking of the guard's safety.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">I... do not know if a spell like that even exists.

TMG:<font color="#000000">so...how does Locate 'object' fit into this?

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Scry.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Well, there was the idea of taking it to Cadamon, for scrying.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's a piece of adamantine, likely from a spider. Maybe you can find the spider it came off of? :B

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Scry scry scry.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Because if you've got a focus or personal object of the person you're trying to scry, you can do so

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Scry scry scry.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I hope you mean commander Ashmore. &gt;:

TMG:<font color="#000000">That's what I thought the plan was

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

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah, Cadamon can't scry just yet. x3


 * Thomas Lazarus is as good as Cadamon. You're going to make him start feeling jealous. =3=

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Nor can Tathi. :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">So yeah, that's what I thought the plan was.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Borrow the evidence, take it to Ashmore, see what he can make of it

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Well.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">He's kinda miffed right now.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">He would make you pay, since it's non-Mace business. In which case, any priest may as well do it.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">And we have our pick of churches.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Any priest then

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Vandria~

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Let's go get that evidence, and then I'm sure one of those whackos at the Leaden Mace can scry for it. What about that stone-faced fellow who looks like he's always losing at poker? Can he scry?&quot;

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

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Gilmadrith~


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs lightly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Commander Ashmore can, yes. However, I doubt he can today.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright. And will anyone come with me to talk to the landlord? And whoever is not coming with me or Tathi, where are the rest of you going to go?&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;He has been running reconaissance for us on Pamela with the spell.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">Bombing run.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Best catch him early then. No need to worry if his door is locked.&quot; Tathi says with a mischievious smile.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Cat I SWEAR TO GOD.

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

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">The cat makes a bee-line for Gnoggle.

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">SPRITZ.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Brbarus said he'd come. I missed that among utter nonsense. :B

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's also that mercenary work the Torises were talking about, if we're looking to secure a little extra fundage for repairs, projects, scrying fees, what have you.&quot; Edaric idly strums a tune. &quot;Maybe Calrach and I could do some asking about that, and the assassins while we're at it?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">And I offered to come, too. &gt;.&gt;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Well...of sorts.

TMG:<font color="#000000">...Okay, barbarus and elros. Sorry, you two. ^^;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;That is, if you're interested.&quot; He glances toward the halfling.


 * Thomas Lazarus nods slightly.

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">'Pardon me I'm hard of hearing' is spritzed onto Gnoggle's head. =3=

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Ah! I'd nearly forgotten about that, thank you Edaric!&quot; She says, looking to Aelian. &quot;Let's go bother the dog and dragon folk after we get the evidence.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course! I'm going wherever the most action sounds like it's going to happen.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I'm up for it. :3&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I -am- here to write stories about the Guardians, after all.&quot;


 * Sszeyl posses the question to Swallowtail.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Dastardly assasins! A desperate plan to counter-trace them!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;All the while trying to do odd jobs to stay afloat!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;We call it 'fun' actually.&quot; Tathi says, giggling.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm..&quot; He smiles a bit awkwardly. ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;..Well. I'm not much for investigating, and I wasn't there for the first parts. I suppose I'll accompany our fine bards.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He strums a banjo a little. &quot;I'll go with Edaric and everyone else looking for jobs for now. Miss Tathi, you'll meet up with us once you've found whatever information you can off the evidence?&quot;

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

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Brb bio.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well rats.&quot; Kor perks up. Squeak? &quot;I thought I was going for the jobs afterwards, but allright. See you after I see if I can't find these fellows.&quot;


 * Swallowtail looks between the three groups, then decides to follow Tathi and Aelian.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She reaches down and scratches Amadre behind the ears. &quot;Well come then, let's get going.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">The backfire of an enormous party. It's actually impractical to do non-Main quests together, so we split the GM between maps. XD

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Quick! Let's make her forget her own gender!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">READY SIR

Liatai:<font color="#000000">One moment, we shan't be on different maps just yet.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">I actually don't see a 'Guard depo' map, so it looks I get to go to imagination land! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">AGH WHO THE HELL ARE YOU. *Shoots*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Anyway, dunno if you want to actually roleplay out the meeting with the landlord. Minimum info necessary is now much needs to be paid for repairs. If you want to roleplay it out though, DM, that's okay too ^^

Landlord:<font color="#000000">100 GP will be needed for repairs, and about two days.

TMG:<font color="#000000">wow that's actually pretty cheap :o

TMG:<font color="#000000">deduct'an....

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">not really, when you consider the non-adventurer economy. :P

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I dunno. 100 gp in non-adventurer dollars is, like.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Good point. xD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">A million non-adventurer dollars. :P

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Where people use currency less often than they use barter. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">We probably look like enormous assholes everytime we give our %5000 tips. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">All right! Who's searching for odd jobs? Get ready to roll Gather Information or assist checks. :3

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Heh, makes me think of EVE, and what I heard about ISK exchange.


 * Thomas Lazarus holds his dice with baited breath. :o

Guard:<font color="#000000">Meanwhile, at the guardhouse... &quot;You're the ones interested in the adamantine spider case?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Gather information? Well!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;That would be us! It's my understanding you found a smaller peice of one?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 15 + 9 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Gather Information...

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Gather information! &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 7 + 10 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Guard:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right this way. It can't leave the evidence room.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus attempts to assist with the effort, but even if he weren't working with bards, he's kind of dundering. Bless his heart. (:3 &#171; &#160;1d20 = 8&#160;  &#187;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">You stole my 15, Edaric. D:{

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Nyeh. :P I've got to do something around here aside from be the security guard.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;It can't? We were actually needing it to help track down those who made it. Anything I can do to help expediate it's way out of the evidence locker?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Assis'd, then. x3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">*assist'd

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Nyoro~n. (:3

Guard:<font color="#000000">&quot;Solve the case.&quot; The guard shrugs.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">back

Guard:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sorry, regulations. Evidence in open cases needs to stay in the evidence room.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well, this is a lovely tangled knot. You need to keep it here to solve the case, I need to take it to solve the case.. Want to flip for it?&quot; Tathi says, smirking.


 * Guard does not seem amused.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She ponders. &quot;Wait. Do you have anyone who can scry?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Tathi can go get a priest and bring him back, you know... &gt;.&gt;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi fireballs TMG back through the fourth wall. Shoo!

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Assist checks? :o

Guard:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not currently on the premises. We usually hire a priest or arcanist when a case requires divination to solve.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 15 + 1 = 16&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Cha check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Assist. :o

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi smirks. &quot;Hold that thought. I might be able to convince someone from the Leaden Mace to come here. One of their own members was attacked in this, you see.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">28 info gathered? Bardtastic.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">I'd say a total of 28 is sure enough to learn about some odd jobs.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Hey, you stole my 15, too!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tathi trying to convince Ashmore to do anything. I look forward to the lulz. :P

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Yes.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Yes I did.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">My humiliation will never end.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Do it or the Leaden Mace is going to need a -lot- of doors.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">More seriously. It seems Calrach was a tad too bubbly around others, which put them off. Calrach is now pouty.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Would you like a candied apple?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">^^

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, there are three jobs in particular that seem like they'd be right up our alley.&quot; :3

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi heads for ground zero- I mean, the Leaden Mace.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Excellent.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And after speaking with the landlord, Gnogglebolt goes back to meet with the others...and let's presume, for the sake of expediency, a meeting area was already said and agreed on, and we head there

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">Cough.

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">The property our friend owns outside the city.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Oh hey I'm already here that was fast. :P

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">Or luethil's place, if you need more security. .|

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi walks up as the Leaden Mace starts barring the doors and boarding up the windows? :P

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;One's at your old hangout -- where the guild was formed, as I understand it, Cal.&quot; :3 &quot;Sstheric at the Bronze Boot is looking for some people to help get rid of an infestation of rowdy troglodytes, and is offering 1,300 gold and some free meals to anyone willing to lend a hand.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">No no no, not outside the city xD

TMG:<font color="#000000">We need to be IN the city to actually start on these jobs

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Why would we meet an hour's walk one-way outside the city to discuss our upcoming business in the city :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">^ What Hatari said

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">BECAUSE WE'RE ADVENTURERS

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Derp. Repost. :B

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;One's at your old hangout -- where the guild was formed, as I understand it, Cal.&quot; :3 &quot;Sstheric at the Bronze Boot is looking for some people to help get rid of an infestation of rowdy troglodytes, and is offering 1,300 gold and some free meals to anyone willing to lend a hand.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Oh, thought this was an end of the day meet place.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Where we were going to camp.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">No no, meet up and compare notes before deciding what to do with the last few hours of daylight

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">As the Tathi gang approaches its victims, Tathi knocks on the door.

TMG:<font color="#000000">-then- we figure out where we're going to stay.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Not the commander, Tathi! Not the commander! xD

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">ZAIRITH.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ahh, the Bronze Boot. I've heard of it, and been there.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Zai is less likely to accuse you of witchcraft.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;The second is at a warehouse in East Mess. An odd box has shown up there, and a gaggle of gargoyles has followed it, it seems. The building owners want them gone, and the box taken care of.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mmm. That's something, I suppose.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Though I wonder how that smile sketch worked out. :.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;..Although I must confess, I've no idea what a troglodyte is.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And...the guardians were formed there? That wasn't in any story! This is facinating!&quot; Calrach toots a few notes on his trumpetpipes

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;The last is a bit on the strange side. Ever heard of the Southside Snatcher?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;No.&quot;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Wait, lemme think...

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Also Calrach, for your notes...Founding members were myself, Elros, and Gnogglebolt, but we do not formally hold command. ^^ It is a cabal of friends and accolytes.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I see, I see...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;We -do- have a symbol now though. :V&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oho! Do show?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;The best sample is at our guildhouse.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Ten copper says they're hiding in the basement now..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;But I have the initial sketch here.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I didn't think you the gambling type, Aelian..&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's a local name for a creature supposed to be living in the sewers of South Mess, with pinching claws as long as a man is tall.&quot; Edaric holds up his hands like crab pincers -- snip snip! :3 &quot;I'm not surprised there's a reward out there for its head. It's been making off with people and their goods lately, and the guard thinks they've pinned it down, but they're offering the chance for adventurers to go in and take a shot at it.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway...nope, nothing's coming to mind about a Southside Snatcher.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Wasn't gambling.&quot; Aelian says simply.


 * Sszeyl hands the sketchpad, opened to the page, to Calrach.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come in!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I see..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;That sounds like some good fun. :3&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi opens the door. Cadamon: Get out!!!!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach peers at the sketched sigil. &quot;Simple, robust, descriptive. Good!&quot;

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, gargoyles, troglodytes, or sewer monsters.&quot; :3

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi opens the door, peeking in. &quot;Hello? Is Commander Ashmore about?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway, so we have three possible jobs...let's go meet up with the others and see what they think.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;In his office, I believe... Has something happened?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;We have three days. Let's do them all. :3&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">TOM WAS SLAIN BY DIMENSIONAL BACKLASH.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think you're our first non-kidnapped honorary member in months.&quot; He smirks slightly at Calrach.


 * Edaric laughs!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Not yet.&quot; She says, letting that ominious statement hang. &quot;I was just going to ask if he could do us a service.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;...Tom, please reflect on the nature of your wording? ^^&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of what sort?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;You almost sound to be implying we conscript. :B&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, which order we should do them in, then.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's wrong with that?&quot; He teases. |3

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Stockholm syndrome takes months to develop.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I'm sure you heard about the rather whacky incident involving a number of adamantine constructs? The way I understand it, one of them left a peice of itself behind.. and very likely returned to its creators. If you know the ins and outs of Scrying, as I am sure Commander Ashmore does, you'll understand what this implies.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Edaric wouldn't be allowed outside. :V&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach is giggling at the jokes.


 * Thomas Lazarus is simply walking along with the others, en route to wherever it is that the group decided to rendezvous at.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's practically the case...&quot; :P

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">TRAVELLING MONTAGE~

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Doo doot doo dooo!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">For the sake of situational realism, perhaps town square, or a market.


 * Edaric leans down and says in a stage whisper to Calrach, &quot;Never let them know if you can cast Alarm.&quot; :B

Kor:<font color="#9900FF">I HEARD THAT.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach chuckles. &quot;I shall keep that in mind!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Some time later... &quot;Ah, hello everyone!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Howdy.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">quick macro test

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+fortitude = 7 + 4 = 11&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187;

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Repairs'll take two days.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">excellent. Thank you. ^^

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well... given that it's not for a Mace investigation, you would need to pay full market price for a scrying service.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Greetings, etc.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The building issue was taken cae of. Landlord was understandably irritated at the damages, but the cost was completely covered, and should take two days before it's as good as new.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you have the focus with you?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But by then, I don't think we'll need it.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Very good. Had we more time, I imagine you and I could've just done it ourselves. But, of course, we don't. Not really. Speaking of, the bards found some good, dangerous, safety-forging work in the city. (I got in the way. ^^;)&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;(No he didn't.)&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Oh joy, the best kind of work. But it's our type, it seems. Do tell.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;As I am prepared to do so.&quot; Actually, let the player check to see how much that costs. I'm near certain Scrying is in its own little catergory. XD &quot;But of course, if we find out there's witchcraft and undead and necromancers involved, I will expect a full refund with interest.&quot; Tathi says with a joking smile. &quot;But as for that, no. The guard is refusing to relinquish the evidence on the grounds it is an open case. So, I will perhaps have to convince Commander Ashmore to come with me.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Edaric, lay it down. :V&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">50*caster level.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">50 GP, I mean.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So 450 for Ashmore casting it.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... That could be problematic.&quot; ^^;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">What a pimp.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Oh dear.. is he one of those leaders who is in love with their chair?&quot;


 * Edaric repeats the job selection. :3

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">^^; &quot;Miss Tathi, he's currently working on the Lundy case and researching Castle Osyluth.&quot;

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pulling him out to the guard for an unrelated case won't go over well.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's a troglodyte?&quot; =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sounds ike we may have time to pursue them all, assuming the assasin-hunting doesn't take up all our time...&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 11 + 7 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Knowledge check...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But what order to do them in...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi sighs, crossing her arms and thinking. &quot;Well there must be some way to convince him that doesn't involve unorthodox ways of opening doors..&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Unorthodox what?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Let's just leave it at don't ask me to cast identify too many times.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;People-eating lizard creatures that give off a wicked stench when they're frightened or angry. Or drunk, apparently.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oop! One moment!

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Geh. And the large monster living in a sewer, no less.&quot; He hums.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway, the Southside Snatcher seems the most genuinely dangerous. I think we should go after that one first, the rest sound like they can be negotiated...with...what?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;..Might I suggest looking into that gargoyle business first on the basis on not spending the whole day reeking?&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt's eyes go wide at the mention of people-eating.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;What's a gargoyle?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks surprised.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Even I know that. They're gruesome statues, that decorate buildings.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;I suspect they eat fewer people who wield weapons than those that don't.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;..Or, in this case, beings that mimick them.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You...don't have gargoyles down in your underground cities?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Why do you decorate buildings with gruesome statues?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">o-O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well.&quot; He speaks more softly. &quot;I don't do it. But some people.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gruseom statues on castle walls to frighten invaders. Or so they're supposed to, but of course, they don't really do anything like that.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Oh, we have no need for those.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But there are living stone-creatures that look just like the kind of ordinary gargoyle statues.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Suppose I'll just have to go ask then. Where might he be?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We just call those creatures gargoyles, too.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Our defenders are Horrors, Terrors, Nightmares, Boggeys, and Monsters. In order of threat level. ^^&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...rather unimaginitive, that, I realize.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Ah.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;As I said, in his office.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;One moment...&quot; Cadamon looks back at the table full of inquisitors.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Allright, I'll head up there, i- hrm?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Would one of you care to escort Miss... (oh dear. ^^;;;)&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#9900FF">Amadre pads over to Smoke. Hi! Sniff sniff.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;What? There's not any locked doors in the way, is there?&quot;


 * Smoke is snoozing under Flint's chair. He lazily lifts his head and reciprocal-sniffs.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Protocol, ma'am.&quot; ^^;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She smirks. &quot;Is this just for wizards or everyone?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyone who isn't a member of the Leaden Mace.&quot; ^^


 * Landon Skar stands.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, thank you, Brother Skar.&quot;


 * Landon Skar nods.&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#9900FF">Oops! We're leaving! Bye!

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">TATHI GANG! ATTACK THE STAIRS

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Ge'off me!!!

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Good riddance. Dogs. &gt;:[

Amadre:<font color="#9900FF">&gt;:D


 * Landon Skar pauses at the door, looking at the group. &quot;... Full names, please.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But anyway...I must strongly say we should go after the SNatcher first, sewer or no.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#0">(( This should be a jolly larf. ))

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Tathi Eyllisaearsithek. He might turn a little red when you mention me.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Very well.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Aelian Cyadarith.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The other two jobs sound like they aren't immediately urgent, and are just unpleasant things congregating where people would rather them not.&quot;


 * Landon Skar looks like he remembers that all too well.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;But let us wait for Tathi.&quot;

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;We might need firepower.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Wait for the explosion you mean, Sszeyl.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;This 'snatcher', Edaric said it's been taking &#171; &#160;i = Invalid expression: i.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;people&#171;  &#160;/i = Invalid expression: /i.&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright. They all sound pretty serious to me, but, no reason to nitpick either.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;This 'snatcher', Edaric said it's been taking people].&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Elros, who are you talking to?&quot; :.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If there are people who need saving, we shouldn't keep them waiting, you know?&quot;

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


 * Landon Skar knocks. &quot;Tathi Eyllisaearsithek and Aelian Cyadarith to see you, sir.&quot;


 * Faerie is just confused, as usual. &gt;.&gt;;

Alberic Ashmore:<font color="#000000">&quot;Send them in.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;What!? CALL THE GUARDS.&quot;


 * Landon Skar holds the door open.


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns. &quot;... Agreed ... but ... I severely doubt such a creature will have any living captives to save.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Suddenly, the room is full of Tathi gang. Ashmore has a stroke.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Also...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt sighs. &quot;Well then, we should take it on first to make sure that it has no time to add any new victims to its list.&quot;


 * Alberic Ashmore 's desk is fairly covered in papers. &quot;Lady Tathi of the Guardians. Do you have some additional news on the Lundy case to share?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;We need someone to watch Barbarus.&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">*angry fluff*

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;I watch.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Where did that ninja come from? O_o

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Can I watch...darn you, woman.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Suddenly. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Excellent. :3&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you, ma'am.&quot;

Barbarus:<b><font color="#CC3300">&quot;I am not an invalid.&quot;

</b>Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Not quite, Commander, although I am not entirely certain that all of the Guardian's enemies are completely seperate. This concerns the attack just (last night? few nights ago? nice derp, ghostwish). I was actually hoping to hire you as a scryer concerning our spider problem.&quot;


 * Swallowtail bows. The elves were boring, I came to see what you were doing. =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">Last night.

TMG:<font color="#000000">It's still the day after the attack.

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( thanks ))


 * Alberic Ashmore steeples his fingers and seems to be waiting for more details.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">-- oop, carry on, I'll be back in a few.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;With all due respect, you may not be an invalid, but you're hardly at full strength, either.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;One of the spiders was apparently ever so kind as to leave a peice of its own body behind after being damaged but managing an escape. I'm certain I don't need to bore you with the details of how this is a boom to tracing the construct culprit back to its maker, and thus the problems currently assaulting the Guardians.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's see, let's see...&quot; He ponders for a moment. &quot;I've spells prepared for a generic battle, with a bias towards undead. Mmm.. and enough dynamic mana to fuel a new prayer of choice, should the need arise.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Ah, and before you say so, there's one final issue. The gaurds are refusing to relinquish this said peice, and thus I would also have to ask you to come to the guardhouse to preform the service. Is an extra cost in order for that?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks puzzled for a moment. &quot;... But I don't really know anything about giant crab-things, trogs, or gargoyles and how they all fight.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Raw concussive force?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't think any of us do. But, now's a good time as any to learn, huh?&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Urg, I need food.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">brb, looking for vending machine

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm certain I don't need to bore you with the details of how this is a boom to tracing the construct culprit back to its maker...&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Freudian slip, Tathi? XD

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">.... dog gucking fammit. XD

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">BOON. I SO MEANT BOON.


 * Alberic Ashmore looks down at his desk covered in books and papers, then flatly back at Tathi. &quot;... Yes, it would be in order.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Uh-huh. Sure. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Ashmore: Did.. you say boom? *Tathi turns red*

Alberic Ashmore:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have you attempted to requisition the help of other arcanists or agents of the divine?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Are your services per the standard rate for spellcasters then?&quot; Tathi says, beaming. Wow! I didn't have to blow anything up! Is this what the rest of the party was going on about?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;The impression that my fellow party members gave me, one of your own included, was that you were the most reliable and thus the most favored for the task.&quot; That is, of course, unless a certain drow who shall not be named or implied had spoken up about someone else. :P

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">I told you he would be busy. =3=;;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Whup, that was a soda machine, not a snack machine.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Sodas? Snacks?


 * Dr. Hatari clotheslines Fae and goes afk for soda and snacks! &gt;:O

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">SENTIENT FOOD.

Alberic Ashmore:<font color="#000000">&quot;At the moment, Lady... Eyllisaearsithek, was it? As you can see, I am rather busy with other work. It would be easier on both your pocketbook and the Leaden Mace for you to seek another scrier. If you are uncertain of where to turn, I can direct you to several churches in the area that offer scrying services.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Zairith.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Zairith can scry.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">:V

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Bug him, and pay good money.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">WHAT'S THAT DROW? SCREAM LOUDER.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">x.x

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm being pulled AFK to scrape windows. ^^;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Ah, pity that then. Sorry for wasting your time.&quot; She says, getting up to leave.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm going to be gone a while, talk amongst yourselves.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Aye, cap'n.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Good luck to you, Commander.&quot; She says, heading out with the others. Then that fireball loving mischievious streak gets into her, and she pauses in the doorway. &quot;Oh! And might I say, lovely door you have on your office here!&quot; She says, drumming her fingers on his door.. harmless little blue bolts zip across the immediate area of the tapping. She smirks, and walks out.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">You guys are going to nom for not burning the ENTIRE PLACE DOWN. &gt;:O

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

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Yes.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Controlled burn.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">:V

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">you guys want to assume she gets to the meeting spot without liquifying someone and then RP a bit amoung ourselves?

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Kay.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">But.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">It's just you me and tech.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">But where's the fun in not liquifying someone?

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

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Oh, there's fae.


 * Faerie chews Meany


 * Meany tastes fatty.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Meany Gras


 * Faerie nods

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Yo.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think that's them down the way. Unless some other couple around here is flanked by green four-legged things.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Like Foie Gras, or something.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Leaden Mace Society'Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aha, I do believe so! Welcome back, miss Tathi!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Hello everyone!&quot; She says, and then turns to Thomas. &quot;You can stop looking like you're expecting a child or someone's death report. I didn't cast a single spell on any person or object while at the Leaden Mace.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Well, actually, I'm more interested in what information you could get from that piece of metal.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's not that..&quot; =3=;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;However, I could not pull Commander Ashmore away from his work, and the guard is refusing to relinquish the bit from the spider. We are going to have to hire someone else to come to the guard house and scry from there.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Hmm.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...So, why aren't you? Isn't there an arcane university around here?&quot;

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 4 + 4 = 8&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Knowledge Local. :V

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 10 + 6 = 16&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; knowledge local!

Barbarus:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I don't know anyone.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">(is there?)

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">There is.

TMG:<font color="#000000">yeah, there is

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">A scrying -shop-.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Tathi's been there before, in fact

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">For this purpose.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">wait, what? When?&gt;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Back time of Magic District map.

TMG:<font color="#000000">It was back when we were researching the Spindlethorns and Francis York.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">.. that was a LIBRARY. XD

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Either she was possessed, or she didn't go. :P

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">No.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">distracted

TMG:<font color="#000000">Tathi visited the arcane university to see their student records, found them, and then Gnogglebolt visited Master Destraliss

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">cartalk

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">No it was not.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">I helped build the ma.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">map*

TMG:<font color="#000000">I don't remember any scrying shop, though.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Ohhhhh. I see why it didn't stick to memory. XD

TMG:<font color="#000000">But there is an arcane university, and Tathi's been there before.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">There was a scrying shop to the right and up of the antique shop.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">And below the garden shop.

TMG:<font color="#000000">although Meany's insistence of a crying shop is a good place to go, too. :B

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well of course. The academy. I was not, however, about to make you wait here for hours without an update.&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( crying shop? XD ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well. Father Trebedis can perform a scrying spell. He's often busy, himself, but a service such as this is quite worthy of the effort. And I imagine Zairith can, too. He has scried on us, afterall, to deliver warning of the spiders in the very first place.&quot; He frowns.

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

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

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( XP ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;..Not that I would want to bother a private individual over it, if we could help it.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">the keys on this keyboard stick all the time

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Agreed, and if someone is going to the university, it is not me.&quot;

Alberic Ashmore:<font color="#000000">:/

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">YoLia!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Popping in briefly.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Welcome back Liatai! Ohhh, here's the reaction I've been waiting for. :P

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">How'd ya like my self-declared nom? :P


 * Dr. Hatari noms Tathi for Ornery: Like Garnet and Otto spliced in a teleport accident.

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

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


 * Faerie could picture dirty things being sold at a &quot;Crying shop&quot; :B

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">I TOOK YOUR AWESOMES AND COMBINED THEM.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">... you are one sick little monkey, you know that? :P

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

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

</i>Alberic Ashmore:<font color="#000000">Saint Cuthbert, you who weigh all wrongdoings in the balance... I trust there is something apt waiting in the future. -.- Back to work.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Don't demote me past minimum. D:

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">CHAMBER POT DUTY. THANK TATHI.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 2 + 7 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Knowledge check...

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Derp. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Just keep strumming, you zoony bard. :P

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...ANyway. Let us not delay. Who can we go to for requesting a magic trace of the evidence?&quot;

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

</i>Edaric:<font color="#000000">Ooh! &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 10 + 8 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;...

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why not a compromise between a temple and an academy?&quot; :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;As I understand it, it's actually a very formidable spell. Only somone pretty accomplished is going to be able to pull it off.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He then mutters, not caring if anyone hears him or not. &quot;ANd this is another reason why I dislike magic. Only certain people can do it. anyone can use any device...&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's a little shrine to Boccob in the back of a bookstore around here, I've heard.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;What sort of a thing would that compromise be?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sheesh.&quot; He doesn't pry further.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Oh do tell Gnogglebolt.. what if a small child got their hands on that ear popper thing of yours?&quot; Tathi says.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Sure, don't listen to the bard. =3=

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#0">(( Suddenly, WHAT HAS SCIENCE DONE. ))

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Didn't I tell you to keep strumming!?!?

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Edaric, please continue.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Actually, I do like the Boccob idea. A fine flock that wizard-god has. I'd be glad to go there.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods simply. &quot;That seems most likely.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;If you think it's possible, anything would be worth a shot.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Liatai, I'm curious. Are you using the stock-Boccob, or the good-flavored one?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Stock-Boccob, I believe. PHB one.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;It should, atleast, be less congested than Pelor's hall, and less intrusive than bothering our spectacled friend.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Aw, okiedokie. Good wizards and sorcerers are on their own. Le crai.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d2 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;And if this turns up something, we may as well use the daylight we have left making good on it. Money can wait on safety..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;..But barring that, I doubt we will ever find someone who doesn't want to be found in a city.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">It dons on me that Thomas is a member of the leaden mace, church of pelor, AND the vigilant guardians. What, collecting membership badges there? :P

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">He's pretty much stealing everyone's support NPC cast.


 * Thomas Lazarus looms over Aelian. *_*

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Oh please. I so know Kor is on your list way before me.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Well, he probably also has to pay the most in dues. :P

Edaric:<font color="#000000">The bookstore Edaric points out may be identifiable by some members of the group...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, so...is it necessary for us all to go barging into the Boccob temple?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">What? Preposterous. ^.^

Edaric:<font color="#000000">An old bookstore labeled &quot;Moloi's Books.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or shall the rest of us stay behind, maybe try to get more information...&quot; Gnogglebolt looks where Edaric's pointing.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, I went there once.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can wait nearby, I suppose. I'd rather not we go charging off on some combat errand at half-strength.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Besides, the scry may change things. Shall we?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The onwer is quite a strange fellow.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;He only moves when you look away, even if it's only a blink, the stories say.&quot; =3=

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...strange?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oop. Be back in a few. More windows. ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can attest that's rather true.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus runs into an invisible 'area loading' wall. &quot;D:&quot;


 * Tathi lags out! Damn you, lag demon!

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Heh. Weeping Angel? xP

TMG:<font color="#000000">Alex; Yes, actually. ^^

TMG:<font color="#000000">Alrhgouth, the chain's a little more convoluted than that.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Inumo made a race of creatures in Deathtrap Dungeon called the 'Moloi', who work just like the weeping angels

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">And so, as a joke, Liatai borrowed the name and made the little bookstore keeper, Mr. Moloi. x3

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Heh x3

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Does he turn to stone when being seen?

TMG:<font color="#000000">He doesn't actually turn to stone, though

TMG:<font color="#000000">http://i581.photobucket.com/albums/ss260/Liatai/InumoJioColor.png

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Ah. Cool though. o.o


 * Liatai pops back in.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Yo.

GM:<font color="#000000">The bookstore seems empty...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">We were boring while you were gone. =w=

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...if he cannot move while being observed, does that mean he cannot communicate, either?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh no, you can talk to him. He just stands in one place, maybe shuffles around.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Are we all at the bookstore?

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's a mysteryyyy.&quot; Edaric makes a 'spooky' gesture with his fingers. o3o

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But i you look away, suddenly he's in an entire different aisle.&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( sorry, got called away. ))

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*but if you

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Vworp. =3=!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Why are we stopped here thoug, edaric?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Allright, now, everyone look away from one corner for a second and look back. That's sure to summon him.&quot;

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

</i>Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was nearby?&quot; Edaric shrugs.

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

</i>Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;We can always come back another time, I was just pointing out where it was.&quot; =3=

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, well, let us continue to the Boccob temple, then...&quot;


 * Edaric points at the bookstore.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's in the back of the store.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Good idea. I don't suppose anyone is curious as to why I didn't want to go to the academy?&quot;


 * Edaric looks at Calrach. ? :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nope.&quot; =w=

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

</i>Edaric:<font color="#000000">I imagine both bards are. :B

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She glares. &quot;Two words for you, Thomas. Lightning Bolt.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">D;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;I thought your thing was fire, not electricity.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;A girl's gotta have choices..&quot; Tathi says, humming to herself.


 * Thomas Lazarus heads into the library himself, atleast. o.o;


 * Edaric pokes Calrach. &quot;Oi, story potential.&quot; :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">and gets swallowed by the Tathi Gang. ASSIMILATION COMPLETE.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">I HATE DOORS NOW.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(sorry, was afk)

GM:<font color="#000000">The bookstore is quiet...


 * Thomas Lazarus looks around at the various aisles. He folds his arms into his robe sleeves and allows the others to go about the scrying service business.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. Well, Tathi, if you feel like telling about why you don't like the academy, I would be delighted to hear...&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Listen check, Tom.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I know libraries are usually quiet.. but this is a bit too quiet.&quot; She says, looking about..

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She smirks, glancing over at Calrach. &quot;Five words. Socially awkward male magic students.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh, you're saying we have to go -through- Moloi's bookstore to get to the Temple?

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

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( it's in the back. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">aha, now I get it

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Thomas begins looking around for some books on the dark arts, infernal lore, and demonology. He takes 20 to search. For.. 19.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">He's methodical atleast.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Forgoing the Listen check, Tom? :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh-ho-ho-ho..indeed? Well, I'm sure I can infer, but a full story would be much appreciated, too...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Oops, I missed that. I shall listen. &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 4 + 2 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

</i>Mr. Moloi:<font color="#000000">The voice is coming from right behind Tom.

Ghostwish:<b><font color="#9900FF">WHAT?

</b>Liatai:<font color="#000000">XD The check was to hear his approach.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">oh XD


 * Thomas Lazarus jolts in surprise! o.o

Faerie:<font color="#006666">&quot;And then TOm jumped into the ceiling&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">*Tom

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt enters the store with everyone else.


 * Thomas Lazarus looks over his shoulder. IT'S A HIGHLANDER. D|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah. Good afternoon, sir.&quot;

Mr. Moloi:<font color="#000000">A rather short older fellow is here, holding some books.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros enters with Gnogglebolt, looking at the fellow...then remembers what he was told earlier, and looks away.

GM:<font color="#000000">Anyone going further back into the bookstore will notice that the decor seems to change as you go deeper, from darkish and somewhat dusty...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;My friends were just making use of Boccob's hall and services, I believe. I was just taking the time to peruse some books, while I had the chance. I was looking for anything you might have cataloguing lore of the lower planes. Beastiaries and peer-reviewed theory, and the like.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">brb!

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">... to better-lit, cleaner, and much more occupied. There are several people in robes browsing the stacks, and a comfortable seating area.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt meanders around the shelves, contemplating a few titles, before following the others into the temple.


 * Mr. Moloi nods shallowly. &quot;You're in the right section for lower planes lore. Baator, Hades, Carceri, the Abyss, Gehenna?&quot;

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">Anyone asking for directions into the temple itself is pointed to a door in the back, which seems to have a faint layer of some shimmering grey mist obscuring vision beyond it. Who is brave enough to step through?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt eyes the the strange, certainly-magical anomaly leerily.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach skips through it.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros looks curiously at some of the books, but wanders with the others to the back of the store.

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">Calrach, after going through the mist, you find yourself in a round room with a number of portals in it that resemble doors much like the one you just stepped through. In the center of the chamber sits the central altar of Boccob, and the walls, except the areas about an inch around the doors on all sides, are covered in laden bookshelves full of arcane lore.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Is sszey or barb there?

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Up to you.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">I disconnected several times.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Very good. Thank you, sir. I've a few journeys on the road in the near future, and I'm sure I'll have time for reading in abundance. ... How long might it be permissable to have a work checked out, for?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">No idea what's going on. ^^

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I thought Barbarus was staying back?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Oh.

Mr. Moloi:<font color="#000000">The man tilts his head almost imperceptibly. ''&quot;Check out? This is a bookstore, sir, not a library...&quot;''

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Well. They're probably both there. We decided to try and get a Boccob priest to scry the spider bitz for us. That's why we're at a library temple now.

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">&quot;Welcome. What brings you here?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah-hah. I should pay more attention to where the bards lead me. :9&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus begins collecting tomes.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">When suddenly.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, nothing from me, in particular. The people behind me have some business to discuss, then they catch up...&quot; Calrach looks over his shoulder.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 4 + 4 = 8&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Move silently check!


 * Sszeyl tries to be quiet in the store.

GM:<font color="#000000">The door you just went through? Is displaying the same greyish mist you saw when you approached it from the other side.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">back!

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Wb. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">thanks!


 * Sszeyl taps the Moloi on the shoulder.


 * Mr. Moloi doesn't move.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Where might I find information on monster species?&quot; Quietly, of course.


 * Mr. Moloi doesn't turn to look. &quot;What varieties of monster?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Troglodytes-I think they're called, gargoyles, and...has the Southern Snatcher been identified yet? ^^;&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">The other bard materializes from the mist into the temple. &quot;... Never actually been in here before. Wow.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Interesting place, indeed...&quot;

Mr. Moloi:<font color="#000000">&quot;Two shelves to your right.&quot;

</i>Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Would a spellcraft be applicable on that strange grey mist?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt, meanwhile, is still eyeing the mist suspiciously.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Thank you.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">If you like.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 10 + 11 = 21&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; spellcraft! -5 if its necromancy or illusion, +2 if it's evocation!

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros just shrugs, and enters the mist. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( How much for those books? :V ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's a combination of an anti-scrying measure much like Mordenkainen's Private Sanctum, and some short-distance teleportation magic.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">How many are you getting?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi raises her eyebrows and smiles. &quot;To be expected of Boccob's lot.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( One for each? ^^; ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Dimension Door? ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Gargoyles are pretty common, troglodytes are everywhere, and you can find a book of local lore on the Southern Snatcher. 15 SP.

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Thankee. ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Deducted.

GM:<font color="#000000">Is Tathi going to step through, or just admire the spellcraft some more? :B

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">&quot;I take it these are the others you spoke of.&quot;

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


 * Dr. Hatari should probably not be cycling through epic boss music in the bookstore. =3=;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">ANIMATED BOOK. &gt;:O


 * Thomas Lazarus attempts to read it into submission. &gt;|O

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Book defeated! You have gained 1 Knowledge Point! :P

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Liatai: Like that book from Harry Potter?

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I think we'd have to roll iit if we were dealing with that. xP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">But it was a non-canon joke, carry on. XP

Faerie:<font color="#006666">*roll init

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Well?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus spends the knowledge point on something irrelevant and impractical. +1 graphics design. |3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miss Tathi? Your business?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tathi is apparently still admiring the spellcraft. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">gyah, forgot to set afk

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi jumps a little, yanking her gaze from the grey mist. &quot;Sorry! Sorry! Was admiring their handiwork. You needed something?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Calrach is on the other side of the mist, so... :B

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">so, who followed Calrach in aside from Edaric?

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Either he just poked his head back through and you're speaking to a disembodied Calrach head and shoulders, or... :P

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi did. XD

TMG:<font color="#000000">If no one, then what was the prest smoking when she asked &quot;re these the other people?&quot;

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">She? &gt;:|

Elros:<font color="#006666">I'm here, thank you.

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">Elros wandered through. :B

Elros:<font color="#006666">Unless I'm not a person, which I think I'd know about.

TMG:<font color="#000000">He! Sorry, I didn't bother to zoom in, couldn't seel. xD

TMG:<font color="#000000">*couldn't tell

Faerie:<font color="#006666">And then suddenly, plot twist. He's been dead th whole time.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">*peeeeeers* Are you a boy... or a girl?

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">Do you want our help or not? &gt;:\

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">I'm.. behind here. Sorry. XD

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Ghost, who are you asking? xP


 * Thomas Lazarus follows suit behind Sszeyl, and purchases a few volumes on the ins and outs of demonology and folks of the infernal persuasion. -15 SP!


 * Mr. Moloi inclines his head slightly in thanks.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oop. Going to be popping in and out. Installing windows.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Will someone who's not calrach or Gnogglebolt go through the darn mist and tell the person why we're here already?!? xD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Software or hardware? :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Seeing as this will be the most boring session of all time if someone doesn't, Thomas finishes his muckin' about and impromptu-enters the temple. &quot;=3= I finished my browsing. The owner was staring at my shoulder the whole time.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, then.&quot; He looks about at the blank faces.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;... If I recall, Ms. Tathi had a focus we were hoping to ply on you for a scrying. Does the temple have that service prepared, today?&quot; He looks back. &quot;I think the focus in question is also barred from leaving the evidence stores of the town guard, for the time being.&quot; ^^;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;That's quite correct. We need it to finish a case, but it cannot leave until the case is finished. Interesting catch that.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">We would be better off living in a magocracy. =3=

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">=3=

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Having technical difficulties.

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hardly a problem. Standard scrier's fees are 450 gold pieces per casting. Is ths acceptable?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I think we can agree to that.&quot; Tathi says, looking to the rest of the party.


 * Thomas Lazarus shuffles. &quot;..Ah.. if someone else could foot the bill.&quot; ^^;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;.. you spent everything on holy water, didn't you?&quot; Tathi teases.


 * Thomas Lazarus scoffs. &quot;I haven't even got a drop.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt shrugs. &quot;If I have to, I can. Got quite a purse stored up in the local bank.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;We could always decide who pays with a game of cards.&quot; Tathi says,.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;You'd be the poorest wood elf in a matter of weeks.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Hush you!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Searching for books. &gt;:9 History books.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hmm. History on the Underdark War from surfacer perspective, perhaps? :U

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Hey, if I drop off, it's because of weather.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">And on Vargy too.

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Understood, fae. ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Just letting you know. TV just went out.

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh geeze. o.o

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Oh, yeah.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Is it storming yet? =w=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Really, I'll pay for it.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Oh yeah, it's storming pretty good.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, can you come with us to visit the courthouse, sir?&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Power is fie though, and apparently so is internet.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I meant the Akellon's storm. :P

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Oh there, the TV is back.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Oh. xP

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course. Lead the way.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">NPC party member get victory music!

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( Let's loot all his equipment! ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And because we've been distracted and meandering so far, let's get this back on-track ^^ (though meany, go ahead and figure out books, then retroactively catch up?)

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( GM? :3 ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Right. ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">doo doot doo to the courthouse, and bringing the guy to the evidence (also, Gnogglebolt went to get some money to pay. Deductan 450 gp)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm. Hopefully, we can get some of this business sorted away. I feel like this particular thorn has been in our sides for months, somehow.&quot; ;P

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">So, DM. The man scries, and sees...?

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">M'think she was summoned.


 * Meany makes tea for her.

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">she was. windows, remember?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">software or hardware we don't know.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">She mentioned scraping windows earlier, didn't she?

Faerie:<font color="#006666">So, it could be hardware.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">However, I'm thinking I might run to dinner.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Because, hungry fae is hungry.

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

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Ta.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">:3

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Back soon-ish, but we're going to the restarunt downstairs.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Not sure how long it'll be.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Back when I can though.

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

</i>* Meany pokes Ghost.


 * Kor squeaks!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I am so, so sorry, guys.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I did not expect window difficulties. ^^;;;;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">It's okay.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Hey! Whachu apologizin' for!?


 * Meany offers tea.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">All of us pop in and out of the game as IRL heckles the pixies out of us, but you have to apologize? Pfffffft. :P

GM:<font color="#000000">So... who's still around? ^^;;;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Yo.

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

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Check and see who's still here. *winkwinknudgenudge*

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And yes, hardware.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I'm here.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Took a moment to put fish on the oven. =3=

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Fish?

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Suddenly, cats.

Kor:<font color="#9900FF">WHERE!? =O.O=

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Beer battered fish fillets. Cat wouldn't touch them.

Kor:<font color="#9900FF">Yes, of course. Cats never would. *hic!* &gt;&gt;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Ping. :V

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">djhm

GM:<font color="#000000">Okay. Where were we. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Spamming Tech.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">=3=

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Carting our expert Boccob off to the guardhouse evidence room. With a dish and holy water in tow. =w=

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">At first, the scrying... &quot;I see a dark space... metal... a box...&quot; He pauses for quite a while, and gives a flat look to the guard. &quot;... Am I seeing the inside of an evidence locker.&quot;

Guard:<font color="#000000">'Possibly, sir. We do have a partially melted adamantine spider in storage here.&quot; &gt;.&gt;;;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait a minute... oh, great&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So the spider that helped take part in the thefy of alchemist's fire was one of the ones we smashed at our place. Of course.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus actually offers an amused huff.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi.. facepalms. &quot;Greeeeeat.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, service rendered is a service rendered, even if the results aren't what we hoped. Here you go, sir.&quot; Gnogglebolt hands over a small clinking pouch.


 * Thomas Lazarus bows to his fellow brother of the cloth. Relatively speaking. Clank. |3

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Also, when you have time, Lia.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Prices for some Underdark war and Vargachixeniejir history books?:o

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I just made up my own price. =3=

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">We're dumbly rich for purchasing mundane goods.


 * Priest of Boccob bows in return. &quot;For what it's worth, I'm sorry it didn't reveal what you hoped.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Except these should be relatively old. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">It happened a century ago.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Underdark War, 1 GP each for good ones. Vargachixeniejir? Rarer. 10 GP, and there's only one copy.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Two human lifetimes, possibly three, ago.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi suddenly starts giggling. Even Aelian quirks a brow..

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Gotcha.

Priest of Boccob:<font color="#000000">?

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Deducted.

Mr. Moloi:<font color="#000000">&quot;We had five books on that dragon a few months ago... a half-elf bought most of them.&quot;

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Is that so. :.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Was he blond, had a cat, and slightly grumpy?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Meanwhile, Calrach is leaning against a wall behind everyone, and amused grin on his face as he taps away on a set of mini-bongos. &quot;Blunders abound: Vigilant Guardains wind up in a circular investigation thanks to their own efforts. Much groaning is had.&quot;

Mr. Moloi:<font color="#000000">&quot;No. Gray hair, wore a cloth around his head.&quot;

</i><font color="#000000">

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;So it seems. Perhaps next time I'll try to let one go.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...No, that's a terrible story. Needs an ending. Hmm.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Of course, they're pretty much just suicidally aggressive ... D|&quot;


 * Sszeyl arches his brow in surrise.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He continues tapping on the bongos as he looks up at the ceiling.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;So... what now?&quot; ^^;

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


 * Sszeyl pays for the books, collects Barbie who was cleaning dust off of everything in the store, and links up with the party.


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs. &quot;Well. We ought to occupy our time in the next few days doing what we can about what we can. Sorta-speak.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I have information.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Even though we're no closer to these assasins, we....might as well just get started on one of the three jobs.&quot;

Mr. Moloi:<font color="#000000">Is there a decanter of endless dust in this store or something? =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We've only a few hours of daylight left, should be enough time to take care of one thing.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Information?&quot; Ping!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm? Gnogglebolt looks up at Sszeyl.


 * Sszeyl holds up a stack of books.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Lore on each of the monsters.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;And also something disturbing.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Likewise, Calrach...does not react. Mostly. If someone was looking closely, they'd see his head cock ever-sos-lightly towards Sszeyl.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He puts away the bongos and starts playing odd notes on an ocarina.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;A 'gray-haired half elf who wore a cloth around his head' purchased four of the five books on Vargachixeniejir last month.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That 'mysterious messenger'? Hmm. Well, he is mysterious, and works for many people, from what we can tell.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow slightly. &quot;..Someone you know?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We couldn't find him if we wanted to anyway, though. I doubt whatever he wanted them for, it probably doesn't concern us. And if it does, well, then...he'll give us a mysterious message when we need it.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">He's more purple-haired, isn't he? =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway. Lore on the monsters? I know some of troglodytes and gargoyles, but more information is always a boon, and this Snatcher is completely unknown.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... though he has been seen at the Talespinner a lot...&quot; &gt;.&gt;

TMG:<font color="#000000">No, he's grey-haired

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Well, his token is purple-haired, so you can't fault me. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Grey, purple, the token image has a purple tint to the whole outfit/ensemble. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">'Oh yeah. But still, probably nothing work disturbing him over. The other books, Sszeyl?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;For gargoyles you want 'Help I'm being ripped apart by architecture!' Troglodytes; 'Help, I'm being eaten by reptiles!' and the Snatcher is 'Help, I'm being eaten by-what the hells is that anyway?!'&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Poker face. :|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">=3=;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi giggles wildly at Sszeyl's interpretation.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;What a morbid author.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Mm, sorry, was still rather mirthful at a silly though.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach suddenly bursts out in loud laghter.

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She looks to Aelian slightly. &quot;Imagine if we had managed to convince stone-face Ashmore to come and find out the spider was inside the evidence locker?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach laughs harder.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;So yeah.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus draws his face a bit. -.-;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, really now Sszeyl. SHow us the books, pass thema round.&quot;


 * Sszeyl passes them around.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Presumably, they are -not- titled as Sszeyl claims, I would hope. x3

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Three books on the monsters, two on underdark war, and one on Vargy.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Reading comprehension/Knowledge check. =3= &#171; &#160;1d20-1 = 20 - 1 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;


 * Thomas Lazarus immediately opens to the relevant pages!

GM:<font color="#000000">You may make untrained Knowledge checks or trained ones at +2 -- :O

GM:<font color="#000000">.... orrrrrr Tom can find the relevant info on one of the monsters. =3= Which one, Tom?

GM:<font color="#000000">Southern Snatcher is dungeoneering, gargoyles and troglodytes are nature.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Big crawdads and frogs? What research even needs to be done on those, really? You beat them up. =3= He reads about animate gargoyles.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt studies the book on the Snatcher.

GM:<font color="#000000">MM page 113 for you, Tom. :3

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( And Elros takes Trogs? ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Fae is AFK at dinner. ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">considering how book-oriented Gnogglebolt is anyway, does he -really- need a check, or can he just get whatever info is in the book on the Snatcher, whether it's complete or not? (probably not)

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Oh ho ho ho. What knowledge checks are we making? Tathi finally stopped giggling.

GM:<font color="#000000">Southern Snatcher is dungeoneering, gargoyles and troglodytes are nature.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 16 + 6 = 22&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; knowledge dungeoneering!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 3 + 6 = 9&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; Knowledge, nature!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 20 + 6 = 26&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; Knowledge, nature!

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 17 + 3 = 20&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; dungeoneering

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 11 + 7 = 18&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; knowledge nature!

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 10 + 7 = 17&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; knowledge nature!

GM:<font color="#000000">Roll a check, yes. It'll determine how useful the book is in uncovering -- one moment.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">^_^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Great. If I even -try- to roll now, I know I'm gonna get a 1. Curse you, everyone else! Dungeoneering check: &#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">hah. You took a 10. :P

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 12 + 4 = 16&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Dungeon. &#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 7 + 4 = 11&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Nature. &#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Nature.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Showed up by the wilderness archer. Reading books is supposed to be part of my life, dangit!


 * Thomas Lazarus flip-flips. &quot;Hmm..&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">MM page 246 for Tathi.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;It says here that the faker-gargoyles are really just as tough as true statues, unless you use a magic weapon. And they're reasonably tough and agile, at that. They can still fly, and if you let one sit on top of you and open up, they'll tear you to pieces with half a dozen strikes.&quot; o.o;

GM:<font color="#000000">And the dungeoneering results were high enough to tell you that the Southern Snatcher... is no ordinary giant animal. It's a chuul, and a very irate chuul at that. Chuul are most known for ambushing prey and for their paralytic mouth-tentacles.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; A... 'chuul'? Can't say I've heard or seen of that thing before...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;My fists are magical, so no problems there.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Ah yes, troglodytes. They're reptiles, but don't share the draconic affinity of kobolds. Awful, stinking creatures, and yes, they are cannibals of all stripes. Oddly enough, they prize steel above all else. Even gold. And their god is this twisted thing called Laogrzed.&quot;

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

Aelian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Different from Jalzar and his ilk, by far.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, Edaric said the description of the troglodytes that were bothering the Bronze Boot was 'rowdy'. I doubt an adjective like that would be used if they were actually coming in and eating people, and I imagine that would provoke an actual city guard response anyway.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well. I think I understand now why these jobs weren't handled already by the citizen-adventurers around here.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Extremely. Mentioning the fact that lizardfolk, dragons, kobolds and trogs all share the same type of being? That's sure to bring scowls and anger ffrom three out of four. No one likes trogs.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Likewise, the report on the gargoyles is that they've taken over a building with a box, nothing about them being outwardly agressive.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;However, accordint to the description, this 'snatcher' has actually taken people. I still say we should pursue it first.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Actually, yes, there has been, about the gargoyles.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus wags a finger. &quot;Oh, no, make no mistake. They're terrible creatures. Worse than orcs. Viciousness is bred in their bones. &gt;:o&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;They're sadists to the last. ... Or so this says.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wha--really? You didn't mention that, Edaric...&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;The reason the building's owner wants them gone is that they've attacked several workers trying to repair the building.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...But only if they -approach- the building, yes?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I say we deal with the chuul first.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's as far as the reports go.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;An individual is weaker than a group.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right then. No -outward- agression, they've just claimed terriroty that isn't theirs. I think they'll keep until tomorrow.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's simply go about one of the jobs. They're all dangerous, eh?&quot;

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">Gee, thanks. Now I've got to put up with these guys stinking up the place for another day. :/ (:P)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right. I say chuul, Sszeyl says chuul...and the rest of you?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi ponders for a moment. &quot;Who's got some dice?&quot;


 * Edaric checks his pockets. :d

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Truly, I don't care. Something's going to explode.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus rubs the bridge of his nose. ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;....I have dice...&quot; Gnogglebolt says slowly.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(No seriously, he does. 2 d10s, from an old loot hoard xD )

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;One to two, the trogs. Three to four, the gargoyles. Five to six, the thing that goes bump- Oh.. those are ten sided..&quot; She says, thinking for a moment.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Our decision making skills are, as usual, burdened by second-guessing and out of place democracy.&quot; Someone's impatient today!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Let's not leave this up to chance.&quot; Gnogglebolt says quickly.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Okay, one to three, four to six, seven to nine, and on a ten we go running around town naked as the day.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;We know where the sewer block is, no?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian grunts, and peers at Tathi.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Yep.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come on, unless anyone has an actual objection, let's just go to South Mess.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shall we away?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Oh, fine, let's go.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sounds good.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Usually it's Barbarus that calls for unwanted votes.&quot; =3=

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll come with you guys! A good chance to prove myself, and another story to write about.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Flipping fish~

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Vigilant Guardains take on Kidnapping Chuul! Battle beneath Castleton!&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Righto! When everyone is ready, head over to Sewer Tunnel. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">oops, copied mah tokens fer nothing

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So...this is the area the people said it's been spotted.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Ahem.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">DM, clarification.. cohorts have their own initiaitive or act with PC?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The tunnel is dark. Prepare your light sources. :3

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I move for people with magic weapons up front.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt takes out a sunrod, ignites it, then sticks it on top oh his backpack.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi brings out her everburning torch.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Objections? ^^&quot;


 * Aelian checks his pack...


 * Aelian swears.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach...steps to the front of the line.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Problem?&quot; Tathi asks, peering at her lover.

Aelian:<font color="#000000">&quot;I had oil to give my bow magical properties this whole time.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus clears his throat, and takes point.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He pulls out a spear from underneath his oversized cloak. It has a slight sheen to it.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;..You're all a little too brave, sometimes.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Oh? And who's a silly forgetful git now, huh?&quot; She says, playfully nudging Aelian.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Right.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm... Hey, Sszeyl.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I'll keep any eye open with my darkvision. =3=&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hid that book on chuuls say anything about them being intelligent?&quot;


 * Sszeyl removes sunglasses.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then I suppose I'll handle morale,&quot; Edaric says to Calrach with a grin, unslinging his lute.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;...You're the one who read it, Gnogglebolt. ^^;&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I could scout ahead, if need be.&quot; Aelian offers. Ranger get!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Tathi, whups.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That...is actually a very good idea, Aelian.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you find it, do -not- engage it, but come back to us. We'll follow a little bit behind you.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus hangs his head promptly. &quot;...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi prods the half-elf. &quot;You bolt if it spots you, understand? And not too far ahead!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But, Tathi, Aelian. You were looking at the books longer than I. Did it say anything about chuuls being intelligent?&quot;

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

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yes, mother.&quot; Aelian says sarcastically.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I was studying the trogs, but yes.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 2 + 6 = 8&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Listen, &#171;  &#160;1d20+6 = 14 + 6 = 20&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Spot.


 * Thomas Lazarus mutters, trying to steel his temperance. &quot;I really need more platinum rings.&quot; ^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You currently see nothing, Sszeyl.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Allright, Aelian will stay ahead of the party by 30 feet, sneaking.

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

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 5 + 11 = 16&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; hide and &#171;  &#160;1d20+11 = 17 + 11 = 28&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; move silently!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm...well, useless though it would probably be, when we -do- find it, I wonder if it understands Common. Maybe it will surrender.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus lays a hand on Aelian's shoulder as he passes.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">BAD TOUCH

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Brian's eyes light up with PP signs. $_$

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Friend.. here.&quot; He hands the half-elf a platinum ring.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt is quiet for a moment. &quot;Yeah, right. But I want to try anyway.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;This was for an Inquisitor, but it may keep you safe just as well.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's a warding spell's focus.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 16 + 11 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+11 = 17 + 11 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

GM:<font color="#000000">Roll a Listen check, Aelian...

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 2 + 13 = 15&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; spot and &#171;  &#160;1d20+12 = 9 + 12 = 21&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; listen!

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Does.. does Aelian put the ring on? =w=;;

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

GM:<font color="#000000">You hear a wet slurping sound in the darkness... that suddenly stops.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">And son of a biscuit, that was the wrong macro XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Some day, our parties will learn not to scout. Some day.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian holds up his hand to stop, and carefully tries to discern where the noise came from.

GM:<font color="#000000">There is a clatter, and then the sound of sloshing water... Roll Spot and Listen again.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">what is your allergy to scouting? XD

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 7 + 11 = 18&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; spot and &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 3 + 10 = 13&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; listen!

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">oh hells. XD


 * You roll to yourself: 1d20+13 =&gt; 8 + 13 = 21GM:<font color="#000000">You neither see nor hear an indication of where the noise is coming from.

TMG:<font color="#000000">-that- is Hatari's allergy, methinks. :B

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;There's something up here.&quot; Aelian says, and wisely moves back to join the partywhatareyoudoingyousillydog!!! :O

Tavia:<font color="#000000">Following Master. o.o

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Now.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Shall we go do murder?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Brb, bio. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">I think I understand.. Hatari has no doubt been the victim of many scouts who believe themselves to be the first-strike role. They are -not-. They are to search, spot, and RETREAT. XD

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt, meanwhile gets...the blunderbuss ready.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi -winces- at even seeing it. XP

GM:<font color="#000000">Let me know when you're ready to move forward.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I'm ready

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">ADVAAAANCE.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach grips his spear, and prepares to advance, knowing something's ahead. He keeps both eyes and ears forward, ready to react at a moment's notice.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">...Actually, in addition to his spear in one hand, he reaches under his cloak...and pulls out a thinner, more balanced kind of spear, a throwing javelin.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">As we move forward, readied action to hurl javelin at anything that feels like popping up all of a sudden.


 * Aelian applies one vial of magic weapon oil to his bow as the party advances.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt winces at Calrach holding his javeling up, in a very readied throw angel. Well, there goes his idea of maybe negotiating surrender.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... with a chuul? :B

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oop, one moment, dinner. Care to get init out of the way?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+floor((dexterity-10)/2) = 8 + floor((17 - 10) / 2) = 11&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; initiative!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Init! &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 5 + 1 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 19 + 4 = 23&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; initiative!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Init! &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 17 + 2 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 6 + 1 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Liatai; Gnogglebolt did say aloud he doesn't expect it to -work-. :P

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 16 + 7 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

GM:<font color="#000000">The tunnel opens up to reveal two walkways surrounding a channel of brackish water. A makeshift bridge made of a plank of wood is south of your current position.

GM:<font color="#000000">Which way do you go, Guardians?

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where did you spot it, Aelian?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Something has to have built that bridge. I say south..&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Couldn't tell.. it's likely hiding up ahead.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Spot checks, all.


 * You roll to yourself: 1d20+13 =&gt; 8 + 13 = 21Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Um, I believe the bridge was probably put here when the sewers were first made.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;..Hmm..&quot; &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 2 + 2 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 2 + 11 = 13&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; spot and &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 3 + 10 = 13&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; listen!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 2 + 2 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 5&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; Spot!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Spot! &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 14 + 1 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for the lulz.-3-

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Spot! &#171; &#160;1d20 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">.. yeeeah, that macro is a bit much. XP

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... not seeing anything, but the animals seem worried...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Rolling for Meany. &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 5 + 2 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Anyone doubt it's seeing us right now?&quot; Gnogglebolt says, turning in place and looking everywhere.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm.&quot; Thomas closes his eyes and clutches his holy symbol.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">He invokes a prayer of shield of faith.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well. If it is, and it's an animal, it's probably waiting for a chance.&quot;

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

</i>Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">Because not two second later, a form EXPLODES out of the water, covered in all manner of city refuse. From beneath the masses of sodden paper and various other unidentifiable things, you can see a creature with a mottled carapace and snapping pincers, with an array of slimy tentacles below its clacking mouthparts... before it tries to use said pincers on the shiny thing before it!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Like I said, I don't expect this to work, but...&quot; Gnogglebolt raises his voice and calls out. &quot;Creature who resides down here! If you can understand me, you stolen people and property! Surrender now, and we will take you to face justice, or we will dispense it ourselves!&quot;

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">o.o

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

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

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

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Oh hi we were just OH NOOOOOOOOO

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">what a perfect thing to log in to see. XD

TMG:<font color="#000000">Worst for me, best for you. xD

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Hello. What. x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Roll init, Fae. XD

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hang on, lemme get you a log, alex.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Oh good grief, this will be a wall of text.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">One sec, need to get my sheet up...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Well, Tom's init is low... (:3


 * Dr. Hatari goes to cook bacon, brb!

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Back.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">-.-

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">More dex than me!? Blasphemy!!!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You too!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Roll init! :B

Elros:<font color="#006666">Init &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 12 + 3 = 15&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">...yeah. That was a -wall-. ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 9 + 1 = 10&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Dex check!

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Dang, my dex macro is old. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Add one to that. ))

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">And Readied Action go?

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">As the thing explodes out of the water, Calrach, who had been holding his javeling high waiting for exactly this, hurls it with all his...halfling might? &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 1 + 6 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; attack!

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">heeeeerp-

Calrach:<font color="#000000">It sails right over the rhing and hits the back wall? :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">NO

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">IT HITS TOM

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">YOU KNOW THE RULES &gt;:O

TMG:<font color="#000000">...You're absolutely right. x3

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">It attempts to snatch Thomas! &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 17 + 12 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;2d6+5 = 3 + 5 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; and &#171;  &#160;1d20+12 = 5 + 12 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;2d6+5 = 12 + 5 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; with its two claws... and if that's not enough, if either hits, roll a Grapple check.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">I smell macro inspiration from Cold War. :P

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That's not a macro.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Tom happened to be too close to Calrach and in front of thim, and the small person just harpoon'd Thomas's armor-plated tooshy. x3

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">... not like I stole a map or anything.. &gt;&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I hand-type most of my monster attack routines. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... darnit Hatari's AFK for bacon. XD

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 17 + 17 = 34&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; will be waiting for him as an opposed check when he gets back.

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Even with a twenty...I couldn't beat that. :B ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Well, maybe he'll crit? ^^;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Being summoned. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Afk. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Oops.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Not done yet, but

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+4+4 = 9 + 4 + 4 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">The creature has Thomas held fast in its grasp!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Aelian's turn!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Back to laying out bacon before fatcat gets it &gt;:O

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Here's hoping that sucker doesn't have a long reach- oh! Is it is magical beast, by chance?

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 4 + 3 = 7&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; dungeoneering

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">Sorry, aberration. If I was a magical beast, you'd be rolling Arcana.

TMG:<font color="#000000">...Aleian's the one who got the 20 to read about it. :B

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Derp. Welp, here goes!

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian quickly fires off a pair of arrows in the span of a heartbeat! &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 4 + 7 = 11&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8 = 2&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; and &#171;  &#160;1d20+7 = 16 + 7 = 23&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8 = 5&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187;!

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">CRAP. Wrong one again! +1 to all attacks and damage!

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">I make so many good macros.. but can I keep track of em all? Hellll no. XD

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">And end turn, by the way. :&gt;

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">One arrow lodges firmly in a space between the creature's chitinous place, and it burbles angrily.

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

Calrach has received initiative.Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">brb

TMG:<font color="#000000">crap, DC'd from irc. One sec.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Make it quick, it's your turn. :B

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach moves to the side to allow others room, and stabs at the monster with his spear! &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 11 + 7 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;!

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">K-tink! The spear point is deflected by the creature's hide.

Elros has received initiative.Faerie:<font color="#006666">Ah, so, has the creature already used its AoO?

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Hmm...

Faerie:<font color="#006666">&quot;Eh, fuck it.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No AoO, that was a five-foot step. :3 You can full attack if you want.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros moves forward, in attempt to help, drawing his sword on the way. Steel +1 longsword &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 2 + 9 = 11&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+4 = 4 + 4 = 8&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">Your sword has much the same effect as Calrach's spear.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Slithery damn thing.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- !!&quot; Edaric does what he can... inspire courage! +1 morale bonus on attack and weapon damage rolls!

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Edaric~ Buffs~ ))

Tathi has received initiative.Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Roll preform~ See if an Outsider comes to listen. =3= ))

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi hrmphs, watching it grab a hold of her spell magnet, and immediately begins chanting.

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Also. ))

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Meh, just for lulz. &#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 17 + 13 = 30&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Wow. :B

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi shoots off a series of dazzling bolts, each one zipping through the air shaped and flying like autumn leaves! &#171; &#160;1d4+1+1d4+1+1d4+1 = 1 + 1 + 2 + 1 + 3 + 1 = 9&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; for the big stinker!

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Doesn't Tathi have a necklace of fireballs? ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">It would generally be ill-advised to fireball a single creature. Holding your dude. In a sewer. :B

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">Now THOSE punch some nice holes in its chitin. &quot;Khsssssss!&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( 8B ))

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">STFU NOOB FIREBALL *BOOM*

Sszeyl has received initiative.Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+6+mod = 6 + 6 + 1 = 13&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Drow strike! &#171; &#160;1d8+3 = 6 + 3 = 9&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Magical damage.

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">That had to have hurt your hand.

Thomas Lazarus has received initiative.Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Very.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Thomas, having been clamped up and tugged off his feet, but protected from most damage by his iron carapace, is giving the chuul a terrible glare. He's too close to get the leverage for swinging his bastard sword, and in no condition to invoke any spells, nor presume to overpower the creature's grasp. He speaks hisses through his teeth, &quot;..Ohhhkaaayyy..&quot; He drops his blade to the ground, and his armor suddenly resounds with a trio of 'CHING's. (&#171; &#160;1d20+12-2 = 6 + 12 - 2 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+8 = 5 + 8 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)


 * Thomas Lazarus extended his hidden blades, thanks to Barbarus, and attempted a knee-strike into the not-so-well dodging Chuul's gut.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">However unlikely that seems to pierce the carapace regardless.

Southern Snatcher:<b><font color="#000000">KHSSSS!

</b>Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">The creature was NOT expecting that! Prey is supposed to sit still, not be spiky! &gt;:O

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">That knee blade now has some deep black, inky blood soaking it.

Gnogglebolt has received initiative.Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Domain power'd, also, I forgot to mention. :o

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Haaah.. remind me to thank our feline friend for these.&quot;

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">&gt;:E

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">It continues to wrench Thomas around as it flails its pincers.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt doesn't let the size of this thing deterr him.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He takes a quick step forward, sticks his blunderbuss up, and fires at poit-blank range

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">With the now-familiar bang/THOOSH, make a DC 15 reflex save, chuul! &#171; &#160;3d6 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; blunderbuss damage

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 4 + 6 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And end turn.

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">The water near the creature is starting to turn black with its oily blood.

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">Though that doesn't stop it from trying to yank Tom around. &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 3 + 17 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Grapple!

TMG:<font color="#000000">You can make it, Tom! You can make it!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Sorry, bacon'd again. ^^;;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+4+4 = 16 + 4 + 4 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Properly cooked bacon waits for no man. There is a fine line between fatty horribleness, perfect, and dried up crisps of terrible.

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">The creature had been edging back, trying to pull Thomas into the water, but the cleric seems to have stood firm! &gt;:E

TMG:<font color="#000000">Not out of it's grip yet, but you were wriggly enough to prevent it to do anything this time :o

Aelian has received initiative.Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian doesn't stop his relentless barrage of arrows.. hope he remembers to try and retrieve them later..

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian quickly fires off a pair of arrows in the span of a heartbeat, and at point blank range to boot! &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 13 + 8 = 21&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; and &#171;  &#160;1d20+8 = 6 + 8 = 14&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+1 = 8 + 1 = 9&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187;!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">GM, am I in a threatened square?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghost, does that include the +1 from Magic Weapon and the other +1 from Inspire Courage?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Thomas manages to oppose the direction of each yank, and rewards the creature's efforts with a greave to its face. &gt;:O

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Oops! Ity does not!


 * Southern Snatcher wiggles its tentacles fiercely! &gt;:EEE

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Thanks for catching that. :&gt;

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">And yet again, one arrow lodges in the spaces between its plates!

Calrach has received initiative.Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Depends on the creature, Meany. Under ordinary circumstances, if something grappling someone, it doesn't threaten squares anymore.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Giant crabs may be an exception.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">It would probably be hard to tell IC, in any case.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Giant Enemy Crab! :O

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">ooh, myturn.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Attack its weak point for massive damage! &gt;:O

Calrach:<font color="#000000">I think I'll try just that, thank you.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">crud, brb, gotta start a fire.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach reaches beneath his cloak, pulling out... a small vial of green fluid, which he drinks immediately.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach is still for a moment...then begins to take a deep...deep breath. Green ichor begins to leak around his nose and mouth...and suddenly, he leans forward and exhales, and a huge gout of acid is expelled forth!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8+1d8 = 6 + 7 + 7 + 6 + 6 + 7 = 39&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; (because rolling 6d8 would be terrible, like 3d6. :B )

Southern Snatcher:<b><font color="#000000">&quot;KHSSSSSREEEEEEEEE!!!!&quot;

</b>Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">The creature squeals and burbles as its very shell begins to dissolve!

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Does that allow a Reflex save?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt suddenly loudly explaims something in another language

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;That's...unusual. Should we be concerned about dissolving, you think?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Not a good day for you, is it you freaky monstrosity?&quot; Tathi says, admiring the halfling's work..

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Oh! Shiesses. DC...12 reflex save.


 * Edaric ... to his credit, does not play a sour chord. O_O

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 16 + 6 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Still, 19 damage. Respectable. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gods and little fishes!&quot;


 * You roll to yourself: 54-19 =&gt; 54 - 19 = 35Calrach:<font color="#000000">end turn, anyway

Elros has received initiative.* Thomas Lazarus has less time to be awed. He continues wrestling the mechanical bull. To the credit of his family name, he is doing pretty good. &gt;:O

Elros:<font color="#006666">Well...since the thing doesn't seem to be dead yet, Elros swings his sword at it again, trying to aim for an un-melted bit. &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 20 + 9 = 29&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+4 = 1 + 4 = 5&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; (And is there suppsoed to be another +1 in there somewhere?)

Elros:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 1&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Erlos: Extremes only.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">...despite the 1, do remember when rolling a confirm, you -do- add in all normal bonuses

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes, there's an additional +1 from Inspire Courage.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Welp, no crit there, either way.

TMG:<font color="#000000">But still, auto-hit

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">Your sword carves into the socket of one of the creature's pincer arms... unfortunately not the one holding Tom, but it still damages it nicely nonetheless!

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Edaric drops his lute as gently as he can, the chords of the song still reverberating through the sewer tunnels in a surprisingly hauntingly beautiful way, as he draws his rapier and jumps into the fray! &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 2 + 6 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d6+1 = 3 + 1 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;!

Edaric:<font color="#000000">His caution in putting the lute down gently seems to have cost his aim something.

Tathi has received initiative.Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghost, you with us?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">No.

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Still holding on, hrm? Let's see if this loosens your grip..&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi makes a series of quick movements with her hands, and then points her open palm towards the tentacle-rape-monstrosity, at which a dark green orb of acid rockets towards! &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 3 + 6 = 9&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;3d8 = 6&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; acid damage!

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">For a moment I thought you were going to try one of your new spells.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Weeellll.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And Grease Tom. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">It *is* flat footed and large.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">She didn't prepare that XD

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">But I am SO going to do that one day. XD

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">MUST.. REMEMBER.. PELOR DOGMA. MUST NOT HEADLOCK UPPITY WIZARD.

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">Hey! HEY! I am not meant to be basted in vinegar prior to cooking! &gt;:O

TMG:<font color="#000000">i KNEW i should have gotten that bottle of Grease when equipping Calrach!

Sszeyl has received initiative.Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Clever. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">The Drow walks...onto the water?

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">How deep is that water, anyway?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Deep enough to hide a chuul.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">~ 10 feet.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Excellent point.

TMG:<font color="#000000">So....Sszeyl really does have boots of water walking or something? o.o

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Ring.

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

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Ring of water walking.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">His ring he got oh so long ago from the Blacksword den. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Ring of shouldhavebeensold, back with a vengeance.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Jesus drow?

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Speaking of which.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+6+mod = 1 + 6 + 3 = 10&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Drow strike! &#171; &#160;1d8+3 = 7 + 3 = 10&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Magical damage.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Ff.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">End.

Thomas Lazarus has received initiative.TMG:<font color="#000000">Don't forget flanking bonuses!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It was a one. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">I didn't.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">That's just mean, at this point. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">I know it was a one, but just reminding everyone, actually. xD

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( +1 bard. +2 flank. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( 1+2=3. ))


 * Thomas Lazarus continues to fuss and resist the clawed creature. He does not seem to have any interest in going down into that turd-water. D:

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Knee-blade strike! &#171; &#160;1d20+4+4+2-2+1 = 1 + 4 + 4 + 2 - 2 + 1 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+4+1 = 5 + 4 + 1 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">1's. D:

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Let me see that d20. XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... It's cursed. D:


 * Liatai gives the players a new d20 and exorcises the old one with fire. :B

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 11&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187;

Gnogglebolt has received initiative.Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Jesus, you're a bad driver.

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">Your flailings do not touch me! &gt;:EEE

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tech, Gnogglebolt's turn!

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">shite, sorry.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Since the thing is too busy wrestling with the surprisingly-tough-to-crush temp-lar, Gnogglebolt takes his turn to reload his blunderbuss. End turn.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I need to wash up. Bacon e'rywhere. D: (Tom's grapple is +8 if I'm gone for that again)

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 11 + 17 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; versus &#171;  &#160;1d20+8 = 5 + 8 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;!

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">The creature slides back, with Thomas still in its grasp, into the water! D:

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">On the downside, it's holding your heavily-armored friend in deep water.

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">On the upside, it's not underwater yet, and everyone above water level (even Sszeyl) gets a +2 to attack due to higher ground.

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">On the painful side, &#171; &#160;3d6+5 = 12 + 5 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; damage to Tom as the pincers squeeze shut tightly.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Hmm.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Do Calrach and I flank?

Aelian has received initiative.Liatai:<font color="#000000">I believe so.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Also.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">No AoOs? :o

Liatai:<font color="#000000">5-foot step. Slide. What have you. :B

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">WHY. WON'T. YOU. DIE!? Aelian quickly fires off a pair of arrows in the span of a heartbeat, and at point blank range to boot! &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 20 + 10 = 30&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+3 = 8 + 3 = 11&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; and &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 1 + 10 = 11&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+3 = 7 + 3 = 10&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187;!

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

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

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Damn you, improved grapple.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 15 + 10 = 25&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Roll that crit! &gt;:D

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


 * Thomas Lazarus thrashes with an agonized yell! He's also splashed with sewage of the worst sort.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">... A CRIT AND A CRIT FAIL IN THE SAME ROLL

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">THANK YOU JESUS, ALLAH, BUDDAH.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">He kills the mother... and hits tom. XD

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">That arrow.

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">That arrow.

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Next -- time -- we go for -- the not -- putrid -- lair!&quot; Dx

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">DM, can we rule that it was WITH THE SAME ARROW? XD

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">Lodges straight in the creature's mouthparts as it rears back to try to bite Tom... straight into its brain.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">...

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">All our treasure.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Just sank.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">=3=

Southern Snatcher:<font color="#000000">With one final unearthly SCREEEECH, it sinks beneath the water. Roll Reflex, Tom.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Treasure.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">you're getting it.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">It's made out of poop and newspapers and chitin. =3=;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">You're weird.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 6 + 3 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 8 + 6 = 14&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Assist on Reflex?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl, you caught Tom's arm before he slipped below the surface.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;You are an elven archer.&quot; Tathi says with a warm smile.

GM:<font color="#000000">COMBAT OVER! :D

TMG:<font color="#000000">(later, to Tathi) Aelian: &quot;Sooo...have I earned a some..extra fun tonight? ;D &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">(THIS IS THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN)

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian smiles, turns, and PEPPERS TMG WITH ARROWS. &gt;:O

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Great honking weregeese, you're heavy. D|&quot;

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 4 + 3 = 7&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Strength check!


 * Edaric goes to grab his lute from the wall.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">No tossing. =3=


 * Thomas Lazarus whiiines.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Heeelllp&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl... falls over and sits on the water. :B

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Get him out of there!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach...alsom moves to help grab Thomas and pull him out.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 18 + 3 = 21&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Strength check!

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 14 + 1 = 15&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; strength to assist.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">TOSS.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is horrible&quot; T_T

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Clunk, drip.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">And--oh, nevermind


 * Edaric is already playing a song of prestidigitation.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Though it will take a while at this rate to clean it all off of Tom. ^^;;;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Let's go find Barbarus.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;And collect our reward.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sits on his armored butt, propping himself upright with his hands. T_T!

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros puts his sword away. &quot;You might want to concentrate on getting him healed, first.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;But first. We need proof.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;You have.. an aroma.&quot; Aelian says, covering his mouth and nose.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Someone with rope, toss me some.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;2d8+4 = 7 + 4 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; healing for Tom...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I know~&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Wait, when did the bard learn to heal? O_o

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">WHAT. LIATAI. What kind of ranger doesn't have rope!? :P

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Rope's in my pack, Ael, like always.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Guh..&quot; He carefully retracts the three hidden spring-loaded blades into his armor.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Oh har har, a likely excuse. :P

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No, seriously. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am definitely cleaning this before we do... anything else!&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">http://www.thetangledweb.net/forums/profiler/view_char.php?cid=52139

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">WE BELIEVE YOU. XP


 * Edaric is cleaning it as fast as Prestidigitation can go!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Get Barbarus to clean you.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;He has a ring of infinite cleaning.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;And smells.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't want to. T_T&quot;


 * Edaric doesn't pause playing, but looks at Sszeyl and Tom blankly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;He'll put graffiti all over me. T_T&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;In this case, a proper wash would be best, yes.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's almost done, hold onto your britches for a moment.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach goes to help Sszeyl with the rope and pulling the creature out of the water.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thanks, Ed.&quot; T_T!

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

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 10 + 3 = 13&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Strength check!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Cleric wand action. &#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 5 + 1 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Over on the other side.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Some more! &#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Strecngth check: &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 17 + 3 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think I see something shining.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Me?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl immediately notices--there's a lot of strength in that little halfling.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Guys, make way! It's coming up!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 2 + 6 = 8&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Spot.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">...

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">I..take ten.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Sixteen. =3=;;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Sonuvatwo.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Spot &#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 17 + 11 = 28&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; ?

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">The Drow prowls around. Looking. &gt;:o

Calrach:<font color="#000000">...does Calrach pull the thing out of the water all bu himself? xD

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">I helped you get it upp.

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh yeah, right

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">You gotta pull it ashore.

TMG:<font color="#000000">well, no one else is -moving out of the way-...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Orison orison orison. A trio of blue blinks and Tom is back in fighting shape.


 * Sszeyl whistles.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach finishes pulling the entire thing up out of the water.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Found something~&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;So...I could probably drag this whole thing topside as proof. But do you folks want that?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;or do you just want to take a head or something?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Well...perhaps just its head would be easier to manage?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 2 + 5 = 7&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Singing of wondrous loot.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;HACK.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns. &quot;Let's not cause a panick and drag that horrible creature all over the place. It's bound to start reeking worse after the sun has settled on it for a few minutes.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Gah, of all the times to have a logey.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;So we're sure this is the only one?&quot;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, we aren't actually.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Thomas tenetively attempts the bridge. =3=;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;But there's no way of knowing now.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 3 + 6 = 9&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Listen.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;We'll have to wait and see if stories of the Snatcher pop up again.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 20 + 6 = 26&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Spot.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">I SEE INTO THE INFINITE.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No more threats spotted. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">But you do see loot!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Loot loot loot.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Does the bridge support the ex-templar a-okay? :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach perks up, and cocks his head to the side.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Surprisingly, yes.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He acquires a silly grin after a moment.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;No gold.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's rather sturdy for just a piece of wood and some supports. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Odds and ends from victims.&quot;


 * Sszeyl brandishes an oar.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Are you sure?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">135 gp, 4954 sp, 10 cp, an aquamarine (300 gp), a piece of banded agate (12 gp), a chrysoprase (20 gp), a deep green spinel (110 gp), some golden yellow topaz (200 gp), some lapis lazuli (11 gp), a star rose quartz (50 gp), a turquoise (13 gp), a violet garnet (600 gp), a pair of platinum earrings (500 gp), a set of horsehoes (Horseshoes of a Zephyr (6000 gp)), a chan shirt sized for a halfling (100 GP), two bolts of linen cloth (10 GP), a chisel (5 SP), a merchant's scale (2 GP), a pair of oars (4 GP), a riding saddle (10 GP), a rope net (10x10, 4 GP), a sickle (1 GP), a small cask of ale (perfectly sealed, 2 SP), a small cask kof spices (5 GP), a box full of wax for candles (2 SP), a small glass rod (1 SP), a small wooden chest (1 GP), a waterskin (1 GP), and three scrolls.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You caught me mid-making the list. XD

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;...Scratch that.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The scrolls - an arcane scroll (Charm Person), a divine scroll (Chill Metal), and a divine scroll (Daylight x2, Dimensional Anchor, Spike Stones)

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;The dragon messed with my eyes out of spite. &gt;&gt;&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Ow, my retinas.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And here, you can hear the rare mating call of the night-bodied hoardelf. This specimen has just stumbled across a decent hoard, and is warning others away from its find.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">*Saved*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Total value 10,910 gp, 5 sp

Calrach:<font color="#000000">*referring back to &quot;Loot! Loot loot loot.&quot;


 * Edaric chuckles.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 3 + 5 = 8&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Poorly proclaims &quot;LOOOOOOOOOT&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">To go with the joke.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">:B

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah yes, this specimen will dine well tonight...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus rubs a hand over his hair, frowning. He checks around to make sure everyone's okay. But, he has a feeling he had a pretty good view of everything the chuul was up to. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;There's another gap down there.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;One sec.'

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach leaves Aelian to take off teh Chuul's head. &quot;Go ahead, you've earned the honor.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Found a box.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">sorry, keep getting called off

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just a box?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;And..something else.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">afk a bit longer..

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Just a box, one sec.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">'&quot;A hidden room.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hidden room?&quot; Calrach suddenly perks up.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Can you telll if there's anything dangerous within?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Over here.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Nope. =3=&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros goes to help Sszeyl then, just in case there is.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Down there, and through the wall.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Movin' box.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 6 + 3 = 9&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Strength check!

Box:<font color="#000000">It's full of Snakes. :B


 * Thomas Lazarus sputters distastefully one last time.

Box:<font color="#000000">Just kidding.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well..&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">...wait, which corridor?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hardly our most dangerous foe ever.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Aah. I lost Elros.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shall we take its head back to the captain and collect that bounty?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Approaching a..moing box?

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Vision blocking isn't clearing.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You need a light source.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 1 + 3 = 4&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; &gt;:O

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;...Ow.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">You don't roll strength checks to move things within your encumbrance rating. You just do it. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Seems I dislocated my shoulder throwing Tom.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Oh, well then. It's a good thing Elros has a hooded lantern.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">It's showing off. And keeing in form.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 1 + 3 = 4&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Trying this one more time before defaulting. &gt;:o

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Default time. =3=


 * Thomas Lazarus facepalms.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Planting box.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's all this then?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Planting it where?

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Next to Elros.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Oh, hello there box.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Okay, who has a bag?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;We're looting this place. :O&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus dons a flat expression.

Box:<font color="#000000">The Akellon Science Center would like to remind you that the Companion Box cannot speak. If it does, the Center encourages you to ignore its advice.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;I have a backpack, i that counts.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;That should be fine. The items appear to be small. But, what's with this box?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Le open le Companion Box.

Box:<font color="#000000">It's a box. :B

Box:<font color="#000000">But there is something inside.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;This doesn't seem like something a ... a 'chuul' would bother with.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Found it. Thought it could be useful.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Le fishing it out.

Box:<font color="#000000">A round pink plush toy.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...now what's this, then?&quot;

Box:<font color="#000000">It looks like a pink egg-shaped creature holding a white oval stone disc.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#0">(( Wow. :B ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Tom, this screams you.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...cute.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus seems skeptical.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;When you're not so stinky.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;What in the world is that supposed to be? I'm much too old for dolls and things, you know.&quot; |O

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Something to have next time we need to calm down a child.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Apparently, the Tom can't be fooled by anything but the genuine article.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;For crying out loud, it came out of a myserious unmarked box in a sewer beast's lair.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;You can have it.&quot; &gt;.&gt;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Very good. =3=&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Now, back to looting.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Tom is out party's Jorge-052

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Into the box~

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

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


 * Thomas Lazarus recollects his bastard sword.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Possibly. I was amused.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Jogre-052?

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#0">(( The wut. =3= ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">http://halo.wikia.com/wiki/Jorge-052

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Big guy who's good with people.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;...Hmmm.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Hey, Aelian.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Or Thomas.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hm?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Possibly Elros.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Which one of you can ride a horse the best?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus promptly impales the Chuul's neck with his blade, and attempts to wrench and saw through the thing's great plated neck as unmessily as he can. :d &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 9 + 10 = 19&#160;  &#187;

Aelian:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've never formally trained, but well enough.&quot; +4 modifier.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Hmm. Hard to say. Can't say I've ever tried to compare myself. Why?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Found a saddle, and set of shoes.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've never really ridden, before. Except on a few guided ponies when I was younger.&quot; (+1)

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros gets +3 to ride, but +9 to handle animal.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Tathi, come over here and look for magic? :o&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyways, daylight's burning. Just dump it all in the box and let's be on our way, please.&quot; ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghost is stll AFK.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;All loaded. :3&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, let us depart.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Loadin' box.

GM:<font color="#000000">Daylight is burning and fading into rain, it seems. It's drizzling now.


 * Thomas Lazarus collects the Chuul's head. He then gives the body a brief look-over for sentient effects before distastefully shoving it back into the sewer muck with his greave.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Very good.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Alertness check, how's everyone doing?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Pretty alert.

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Good. :3 ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Bacon &amp; fish *_*

Faerie:<font color="#006666">A bit tired, but can keep going.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">aye yi yi, if it wasn't for IRL, I'd be 100%. X_@

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">what I miss? Quick summary please, I have 100% weakness to wall'o'text element.

GM:<font color="#000000">Curse that pesky IRL thing. =3=

GM:<font color="#000000">Looting.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Sszeyl then? And lots of him? :P

GM:<font color="#000000">So, Guardians, what now? It's starting to rain.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Take the head to the proper authority

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Yes. He would probably still be trying to RP looting, left to his devices. :P

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Hmm.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">what map should we move to?

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;We have wagons for tonight...but..&quot;


 * Edaric continues to strum idly, still letting motes of light flicker over Tom to help clean. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Perhaps we should consult an inn. =3=&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Like the Bronze Boot?&quot; :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Quite.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;But first, who wants to go make Brian Toris' day? :3&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, it's either that or the gargoyles if we're planning to do more tonight.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus still seems demoralized. T_T

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I could actually do more.. obviously, I didn't expend a lot of magic in that fight.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Up to you all.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh! By the way!&quot; Calrach suddenly jumps in front of everyone.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I've hardly done a thing. Plenty of arcane wrath left in-&quot; She stops and peers at Calrach.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;That. Was. Awesome.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">'Especially you!&quot; he points to Aelian.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm going to spin such a story out of this, yes, I am!&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus shrugs slightly.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian smirks a little sheepishly.

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">(meant to do this waaaaay earlier, right when the thing went down, but eh)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;A dramatic killing blow, to be sure. My proverbial hat's off for the skill. But that was just a meddling foe, really.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nothing like the minotaur and chimera those Blackskulls sent at us.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach gets back into line, muttering things to himself, starting to construct a story out of it.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I'

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I'll go whereever you guys go, if you take on another job tonight. I can keep helping.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">By the way, chuul are CR 7.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The minotaur and chimera have lower CRs. :B


 * Thomas Lazarus nods a bit. Somewhat getting over his peckish mood. &quot;..Anyways.. what was that thing you burned it with? That was quite an attack.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Enjoy the power high from levelling, I suppose? :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Meh. The Minotaur's score was like 3 times higher. ;3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Trade secret.&quot; Calrach says, grinning.


 * Edaric raises his hands. &quot;Don't look at me, if it is, I don't know it yet.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hum.&quot; =3=


 * Thomas Lazarus simply tucks the icky crustacean's head underarm and makes for the surface! To Captain McKeith!

GM:<font color="#000000">The party gains 100 GP each in bounty money!

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">YAY!!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;A bard's gotta have his secrets, you know. Suffice to say, I wasn't planning to show you guys until we got to Castle Ossyluth. I...uh, don't have much of it.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">&gt;&gt; Cohorts included? :P

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Done. =3= ))

GM:<font color="#000000">By the way, er... Ghost...

GM:<font color="#000000">I owe you an apology.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">meow!? o.o

GM:<font color="#000000">It's 25 GP per level of spell to scribe spells in your spellbook, not 100.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">How can you stay mad at a face like that?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">WHAT!? I- URK- erg... you can't. x.x

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">defeated anger tastes like stroke. x.@


 * Dr. Hatari deposits Ghost into a coffin.

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">So... geezus.. how much gold is that retroactively?

GM:<font color="#000000">((My masterful plan. =3=)) Would you like a few levels of free spells to make up for it? Say, let's see... 18 levels of spells you can scribe for free in your spellbook, without paying, since you already paid?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Ooooooo, yes please! I am very much for future investments. ^_^

GM:<font color="#000000">Done! :D

GM:<font color="#000000">Okay, where are the Guardians headed next?


 * Dr. Hatari tears the tokens off the chat and hugs them. =3=

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Yaaaaaaaaaaaay!

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Hmmm.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Meanwhile, at the guardhouse.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So....well, if we're going to stay the night at the Bronze Boot, might as well take care of this troglodyte problem the owner has?&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">So apparently, the storage company wanted to deliver my stuff at 7AM. On a Sunday. In the middle of a hurricane.

GM:<font color="#000000">There are two other sidequests possible. Gargoyles, or Bronze Boot troglodytes. Or you can go elsewhere and do whatever.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone, please forgive my snippiness earlier. I was letting the sewer get the better of me.&quot; ^^;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">The front desk is going to hold it for me.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Come rain, sleet, snow, or hail? :B

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;For a sewer, it had darn good acoustics. Wonder who the architect was.&quot; =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, not a problem, Thomas.&quot;

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;And yeah, not a problem. Anyone would be a little snippy in your situation.&quot; ^^

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;The smell down here would make anyone a bit loopy.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eheh.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well.. that sounds like a plan. It's getting dark, and we can't spend all night getting rained on.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'd rather our 'friends' not use this as more cover, anyways. Let's head that way.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">You are now on the surface, and it's drizzling. I'll transport you all to the Bronze Boot. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">heeeeere comes that storm. :P

Liatai:<font color="#000000">.... I'll put Calrach on the box, why not. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Tottin' box and halfling.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">LIKE A BAWS.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach is very content. :3

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros ponders a personal device for the deflection of raindrops.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Calrach might want to hold on, though.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">The drow is...waltzing?

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Waltzing through the rain.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Here we are, the Bronze Boot.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;People have told you how unusual you are for a drow, right?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Yes. |3&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;But this is my favorite thing about the overworld.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;This lovely rain.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt heads inside.

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, there's a familiar face!'

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;..Mm.. I suppose it is pleasant sounding. More from inside than from out.&quot; ^^

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt replies likewise in her native tongue.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mind you don't get sick, though. It's chilling tonight.&quot;


 * Cheery Halfling Barmaid greets Gnogglebolt in Halfling. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Bakers.

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:<font color="#000000">&quot;And another! Come in, dry off. What can I get for you?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">BAKERS.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I am the reincarnation of a fire spirit. |3&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">INITIATIVE. &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt hops up onto a chair.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sorry Hatari. ^^;;;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Don't exactly think a 'cold' will hurt me much.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus removes his soggy cloak near the door, where it's still messy, and strains it out of a few droplets. :9

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So! We need a place to dtay tonight, as our usual place is...indisposed. And we've also heard you've had some trouble with trogs?&quot;

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh... so you heard about that.&quot; The barmaid wrinkles her nose.

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:<font color="#000000">Sure enough, there's a pervading undercurrent of some kind of disgusting musk in the air.

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:<font color="#000000">It's subtle out here, but undeniably there.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, had a brilliant thought.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We take care of this problem, we can stay the night?&quot; :3


 * Thomas Lazarus hangs his head. T_T

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;The next job, no doubt, will be dire-skunks..&quot; He remarks in nervous jest. ^^;

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'll have to talk to Sstheric about that. I'll go see if he'll come out of the kitchen.

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:<font color="#000000">&quot;Want anything to eat or drink while you wait?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Totin' Calrach inside. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. A nice fruit salad and spiced chicken would be nice for pre-problem-solving dinner.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Would you take another bottle of red wine off my tab?&quot; :3

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:<font color="#000000">&quot;One moment, I'll check and see how much you have left on there.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(I can't remember, did Gnogglebolt ever get a tab?)

TMG:<font color="#000000">(and I thought the job entailed free meals. :B )

Liatai:<font color="#000000">He did. It's 9 GP 8 SP right now.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You haven't done the job yet. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">Well, promise of doing it. xD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tom's tab, I don't remember.

TMG:<font color="#000000">But verrah well


 * Dr. Hatari was also looking.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Hmm.&quot;


 * Dr. Hatari was distracted by the Seal entries. :P

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your tab's about 7 silver short for a bottle of wine, Mr. Lazarus.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Gnogglebolt, after this is done, I need to stop by the Swiftaxe abode.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Sign lessons.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's quite alright.&quot; He hands over a gold piece.

Winged Mailman:<font color="#000000">&quot; -- !&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I need the treat from that last mission.&quot; T_T

Winged Mailman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey! Wait! You're the Vigilant Guardians!&quot;

Winged Mailman:<font color="#000000">&quot;I stopped by your... guild hall? Earlier this morning, but no one was there. Looks like there was some fire!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt turns in his seat. &quot;Oh yes, that.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We, er, had a little trouble with some folsk who don't like us.&quot;


 * Cheery Halfling Barmaid returns with the bottle and the salad. &quot;The chicken will be a while.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus bows graciously.

Winged Mailman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, it's good nobody was hurt! Right? -- Oh, right. I was stopping by with a letter. Is there a Sszeyl here?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right there.&quot; Gnogglebolt points at the drow.


 * Sszeyl whistles. Hand up.

Winged Mailman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Letter for you from a... Drit born Sawblade now Swiftaxe? Unusual name.&quot; The messenger rummages in his pack, then hands the letter over. :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm.&quot; Thomas pays the letter no mind, not recognizing the name. He takes a seat briefly.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;And postage?&quot;

Winged Mailman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Covered already.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Thank you. :3&quot;

Winged Mailman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have a good night!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;You too. :3&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Le read.

Drit:<font color="#000000">The letter's handwriting is surprisingly smooth for a goblin's, and it is written in Common.

Drit:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl of Orgolloyss:


 * Thomas Lazarus pours himself a small glass of wine before re-corking the bottle with a few careful smacks.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I really need to wash a taste out.&quot; ^^;;


 * Thomas Lazarus sips and savors now and then. It's strange seeing him looking so dignified, contrasted to the fussing sobs earlier. =3=

Drit:<font color="#000000">The difficulties in making a suitable arrangement for communication in the hand-language have been on my mind for some time, but have recently been brought to the forefront by the recent troubles of Ezekiel Chirehan in finding a way to communitcate effectively with me and my men. After a deal of thought, I believe I have hit upon a solution that should be agreeable to all parties involved. If you could come to the Swiftaxe den at some point in the early evening, near sunset, during the next week, it would be most appreciated.

Drit:<font color="#000000">Sincerely, Drit, born Sawblade, then Sharptongue, then tribeless, then Strongfist, then Redmaw, now Swiftaxe.

GM:<font color="#000000">Unusually well-spoken -- er, well-written for a goblin, too. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;...On second thought.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Gnogglebolt, and company.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt leans over and peeks at the letter. &quot;...How very coincidental.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I will be next door.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Call me when we're departing for vanquishing.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus glances aside. &quot;..Will do.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I suppose we should see what the details are, anyways.&quot; He lowers his voice.

Cheery Halfling Barmaid:<font color="#000000">Chicken delivery! :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;For all we know, they're a teenage gang.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Evening.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt accepts his chicken gratefully, saying 'thank you' in Halfling.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Knock knock knock.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Seeing that no one else has really gotten anything, Gnogglebolt tries to eat somewhat quickly so they can go talk to Sstheric about business.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Mmmmm...&quot; Thomas closes his eyes and slides his wine away a few inches. He seems to be entering prayer.

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">After a few minutes, to allow for eating and praying, a lizardfolk man in a brown apron clumps his way out of the kitchen. After closing the doors between kitchen and bar, he pads over to the Guardians' table. &quot;So, I hear you're interested in solving the troglodyte problem.&quot;

Ezekiel Chirehan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who is it?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;The devil Drit sent for, Sszeyl of Orgolloyss.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed! Least we could do.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So...tell us what specifically has been going on?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus parts his eyes afterbit and offers a peaceful nod to Ssthetic. (Open slot filled! Holy Rain get!)

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">&quot;About time. I'm grateful already. None of the others who showed up to take care of it stuck around due to the smell.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We've...had to deal with nasty smells before.&quot; Gnogglebolt flashbacks to ghoul.

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Those troglodytes came in three days ago, took one of the rooms, and have done nothing but raise the Abyss to the surface every day and night!&quot; &gt;:|


 * Thomas Lazarus folds his hands on the table. &quot;Pardon, but.. do you mean they just crashed and are squatting, or they paid for a room properly?&quot;

Ezekiel Chirehan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, that was fast. We must have some swift messengers in Castleton. Come in.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Le open door.

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">&quot;The former.&quot; The lizard man crosses his clawed arms and huffs with a hiss. &quot;It might be barely tolerable if they paid.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. And what do you mean by they 'raise the Abyss'?&quot;

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">&quot;To make matters worse, they've been stealing from customers and threatening anyone who tries to go into the back room. I've had enough.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus smirks a bit. &quot;I suspected. But it's in our 'guild' nature to exhaust every possibility.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, I see...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;They haven't outright -attacked- anyone though, have they? And, er, no cannibalism?&quot;


 * Drit blinks in surprise at Sszeyl's appearance.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;A little while ago we hunted down the Southern Snatcher (that's what they called it, right?). Just as it leapt out of the sewer to try to claw us to death, Gnogglebolt offered it a chance to discuss surrender.&quot; A smirk plies at his face while he muses.

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aside from me and the staff when we refuse them drink, thankfully no one.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't forget the goblins!&quot; Gnogglebolt winks.


 * Sszeyl sidelong looks at Dosemz. Then at Drit. Then at Zeke.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, they're just being totally obnoxious thieves, then. I see.&quot;


 * Drit signs. &quot;You certainly are prompt.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt nods to Sstheric. &quot;Alright. Seems they just need a stern talking-to. And maybe a little thwack upside the head.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;..Well. We can certainly use a softer touch than blades charging in.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Ancient wisdom.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nothing we can't handle, I think.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Speak not of the devil lest he appear.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Spoken and signed.


 * Drit hiss-chuckles from behind his mask. He signs. &quot;I take it you got my letter.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Yes.&quot;

Grapmak:<font color="#000000">&quot;Make some room,&quot; Grapmak barks to the othet goblins, and they do.

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">wtf goblins?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Scene is split

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;There have been developments that you should be aware of.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl wen to visit the Swiftaxes.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">yah I was looking around like what what?

TMG:<font color="#000000">The rest ofus are still at the Bronze Boot, getting the info on the troglodytes

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


 * Drit gestures at the floor and signs. &quot;Would you care to sit and discuss them?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Of course.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway, Thomas, did you ever get to visit those 'swiftaxes' that Sszeyl just went to? I can't remember.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well,&quot; in a quieter voice, mostly to the others, but not so softly that Ssthetic couldn't hear; &quot;As I mentioned earlier, my spells today are primed for combat and defense. And I'm really not that much of a public speaker. I'll leave tricks and convincing to you all and just linger nearby to look tough, hm?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, it was the very first trouble you all got me into. It was pretty memorable, for me. Two lives saved, and mine nearly lost on a dire wolf.&quot; ^^;

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">AND AFK AGAIN DAMNIT. x.x

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, ah, did I ever tell you the whole story about them?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Jeeze. =3=;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Well, perhaps we can avoid a repeat of you almost dying.&quot;

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course, you won't be working for free. Get rid of them, you'll get some free meals and drink. Perhaps free lodging if you're interested, though the rooms may need some airing out for a few minutes once they're gone.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...by you not coming close to dying, of course.&quot;


 * Drit gestures and waits for Sszeyl to sit. Ezekiel is seated.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Are the troglodytes here right now?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm not certain about the whole story. I understand that they're working off a crime and you've helped them a great deal.&quot;


 * Grapmak sits last.


 * Sszeyl sits.

Drit:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now,&quot; Drit signs. &quot;What is this news?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;First, the catfolk who was to teach you the trades of tanning and cooking after your parole.&quot;

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Still sitting in that back room with their monitor lizard pets.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;He has been half-blinded and his left arm amputated.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, I see...&quot; Gnogglebolt says to Sstheric.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt turns back to Thomas. &quot;Something like that. I met Sszeyl, Elros, and a few other people who didn't stick around for the first time during this. The goblins, who used to be the Redmaws, were a band of pickpockets that were getting rather notorious in Castleton.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I had only arrived in this city just four days prior.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;So if you still wish to learn from him, he wouldn't be as hands on as might be needed.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus muses while casually listening.

Ezekiel Chirehan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... What happened?&quot; o_o

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Something involving large ferrets.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">This is the part where the PCs tell the PCs stories.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;And...well.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">:B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;We still don't know, but someone tried to kill him.&quot;


 * Ezekiel Chirehan is noticeably keeping his voice down. Sszeyl may notice two very, VERY small goblns that were not there before. Baby goblins.


 * Sszeyl squints.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Ah, the first born Swiftaxes.&quot;


 * Drit nods. |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Several of the people who were in that first group were pickpocketed by the Redmaws. Not I though, I witnessed one. And that was also the first time I had the great fortune to meet Terri...after seeing her suspiciously asking a guard about the Redmaws, riding a great white dog, and then the great dog tackled me for the first time when they noticed I was following them.&quot; Gnogglebolt gets a grin, thinking of his memories.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Blessed be.&quot; He inclines his head at them.

Drit:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which brings us back to the issue at hand, so to speak,&quot; Drit signs, and you'd swear he was smirking.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway. We all happened to run into each other at the front gate. I to investigate, the others to get revenge and to get their pilfered goods back.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;There is development on that too.&quot;


 * Drit tilts his head.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;My lord should be arriving here within a month.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was decided many people working together was better than any of us running off on our own, so we banded together and moved as one, tracking the pickpockets to their den outside Castleton.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know it as the Mustering Cave.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;And if he consents, the legality of teaching you Drow hand-speek or not will be ignored in your favor.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">At Zeke.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">speak*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm. The former location of Sszeyl's home? It was actually very nice when we visited.&quot;

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;I assure you, anything nice about it was his doing, not its previous residents'.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">*still recalls falling into a pit there.

Drit:<font color="#000000">&quot;And if he doesn't, I think I may have a solution that will satisfy all clauses anyway.&quot; Drit pauses his signing for a bit. &quot;You've stated that I cannot teach the hand language to anyone not born a Swiftaxe, right, Sszeyl?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Correct.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;So that no conflict of interests may arise.&quot;

Drit:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let me tell you a little something about goblins, if you'll listen. Or watch, in this case.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Proceed.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(back) &quot;Yes, Sszeyl has done quite some refurbishing.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway, we approached the cave. The others had blades drawn and at the ready, but, then I got to thinking.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">quick recap please?

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Wb. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">thank ye

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Did your text get pinker? ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Nothing much. The troglodytes are actually chilling in one of the Bronze Boot rooms right now

Ghostwish:<font color="#FF00FF">No.

TMG:<font color="#000000">but for the moment, before we go in, Gnogglebolt's telling the story of the goblins

Drit:<font color="#000000">&quot;A goblin has several names. His personal name, that he carries no matter where he goes; the name of the tribe he was born in, and the names of the tribes he has belonged to since. Personal name, born birth tribe, then next tribe, then next tribe, and so on to now current tribe. Understand so far?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">whoa. we're ambushing these buggers in an inn room? Aweeeeesome. XD

Drit:<font color="#000000">&quot;You saw how I signed the letter.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;These goblins...they were just pickpockets. Surely they didn't deserve indicriminant death.&quot;

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whenever you're ready, here's the key to the room they're squatting in. Farthest one back.&quot; Sstheric places a key on the table.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Yes, I had assumed such. Hence the specifiecs.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Glance at Dosemz, so fast you just might miss it.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Some of your tribe might decide to leave, and spread it out of spite.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Very sudden movements are actually easier to notice than slower ones. Silly motion based vision. :P

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I pleaded with the others who were with me, and fortunately, got them to agree to live capture over slaying. Primarily by promising that the bounties for turning them in alive would be more than brining back heads.&quot; Gnogglebolt looks up to Sstheric. &quot;Oh, thank you. Sorry, this story is somewhat relevant to how we're going to solve your problem. I'll try to make it brief.&quot;


 * Drit smirks. &quot;A goblin with no tribe name is nothing. To not have a tribe name implies that you were never born.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*er, to clarify, telling the story to the others, and delaying actually going in. Ssstheric can listen or not, his choice

Drit:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ezekiel Chirehan. That is a name the human carries throughout life, no matter what tribe he belongs to. He has no tribe name.... yet.&quot; &gt;:3

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;And by your customs, he would be born a swiftaxe.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;So you mean to try and reason with these creatures.. You will have a hard, hard time with that, Gnogglebolt. Nary a creature more unreasonable than a trog..&quot;

Drit:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, you do understand.&quot; Drit nods.


 * Grapmak notes the glance at Dosemz, but says nothing.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;A fine loophole you have found.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Exploit it as you wish.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway. Things were rocky at first... in fact, I was debating with Sszeyl on it at the very time a goblin showed up and skwered him with a javelin.&quot;

Drit:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why thank you, sir.&quot; Drit inclines his head graciously as he signs. |3

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi snrks, just a little too loudly. &quot;Sorry.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, at that time, Sszeyl was 'just a drow'. First drow I had ever seen with my own eyes.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Returned. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And the whole reason I'm here in Akellon is because I read my history on what they did to the gnomes during the war. Sszeyl, however, ran up, kicked the goblin in the head, instantly knocking it out. And did nothing else.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;How are you managing with the parole eating up workable time?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I hadn't even gotten him to -say- 'I agree' yet and he did that anyway. That was where I started to respect him.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...but I'm digressing, I apologize.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's an interesting story, but shall we continue it later in the evening?&quot;

Grapmak:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're managing. We've been through worse.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I believe duty calls.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Also, gather your young.&quot; The Drow reaches into a side pocket, and produces some candied apples on sticks with a flourish. &quot;I have brought candy for them.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We proceeded through the hideout. The goblins were scattared around it, and we engaged them when they were in small numbers. Of course, I tried to get them to surrender with words, but they wouldn't--at first. An overwhelimg display of force, without killing them, ishow we proceeded.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Right. Let's get this show on the road..&quot; She says, blinks, and then glances at Calrach. &quot;I guess it really is a show now, isn't it?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Alright then, skipping over the rest of my story. Here's what I want to try here.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Everyone, I direct your audience token north. -3-

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We'll open the door, and I'll try to talk to them nicely. I expect this will fail.&quot;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Is...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Is the box our audience? XD

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh, there we go. x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Oh. :B

Griz:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl is now surrounded by eager-eyed goblins. *_*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">CANDY FOR EVERYONE. BWAHAHAHAH


 * Dr. Hatari giggles. &quot;Honka..&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">:B

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">.... a drow handing out candy apples to a bunch of goblin children... what is this I don't even-

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

Grizzlemaw:<font color="#000000">Not just goblins or children, either. What is this I don't even -- a worg eating candy apples? XD

Kor:<font color="#6600CC">AM NAM NAM NAM- what?

TMG:<font color="#000000">There you go, Thomas. See the fruits of Gnogglebolt's labor. x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl gains +50 babysitter XP.

Ezekiel Chirehan:<font color="#000000">The crowd disperses only when they're sure Sszeyl has no more food to give out.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Anything is possible when youve got a pacifistic gnome leading the way!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Dosemz.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">One last candy is held up. &quot;Peace?&quot;


 * Ezekiel Chirehan is laughing. &quot;That's one way to earn acceptance!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Ehhhhn I think that's more of a good-luck fluke. :P

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I expect the trogs to be more, like

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Horrendous otaku NEETs with claws. :P

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">They EAT people for pete's sake.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt hasn't said his whole plan yet. x3

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">... but I swear to Gygax if you roll a 20...


 * Dosemz looks up. He is scowling, and Sszeyl may notice he is missing a talisman around his neck... which is now around Nintrok's neck.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Haven't had any evidence yet that -these- trogs eat people, yet. But anyway.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt: &quot;We'll open the door, and I'll try to talk to them nicely. I expect this will fail.&quot;


 * Dosemz silently gets up and accepts it with an air of defeat.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If and when it does, then we can all go in and smack them upside the head until they're unconcious.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then we'll tie them up, take them outside, and I'll talk to them again.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">*tf2 announcer voice* VICTORY.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We'll see how it goes from there.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt sits up, getting out his morningstar. Oh, he hasn't used that in awhile.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, now. You need not warn such things overmuch. Even if they're terribly rude and beliggerant, we're not Aureate knights.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Serious force is only called for if they're obviously after our lives.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, incapacitate, don't kill. Got it.&quot; Calrach stands up, getting out his spear, but instead pointing out the blunt end.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, if my initial attempt at talking to them fails, what would you do?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt seems genuinely curious

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Fireball, followed by lightning bolt, followed by a lot of death.&quot; Tathi says entirely too confidently.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Someone should probably go get Sszeyl.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;The fair thing; throw them out. They're squatting, afterall.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods at that.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Where is that place anyway?&quot; ^^;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll let him know.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just gives her a flat stare, then goes back to Thomas.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;We'll be staying next door for a couple of days.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus waits, because he can see Gnogglebolt talking, but can't quite hear him yet. :BBBB

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Well, how would you do that without knocking them out? The grapple rules make it very difficult to drag someone like that.&quot; :B (/OOC)

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;After that, we'll be moving to a temporary base in the city.&quot;


 * Sszeyl rattles off address.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Oh, well, if you think you can drag them that far that easily, that will work too, I guess.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Call Damien in? :B *brick'd*

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Direct any mail, or requests for help there.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Honestly? I would make myself gigantic and scare the tar out of them into submission. And then throw them out on their butts.&quot; He smirks.


 * Thomas Lazarus waltzes outside.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is actually a brilliant idea.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I have murder to see to next door real quick. :3&quot;


 * Drit writes it down on his now ever-present paper, with the quill he borrowed from Gnogglebolt so very long ago.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Trogs.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Thomas knocks lightly on the goblin abode's door.


 * Ezekiel Chirehan makes a face. &quot;Good luck. That's one culture even I wouldn't touch -- hm?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;That would be my call to arms.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Ta, enjoy the candy everyone.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Bring Ezekiel! BRING EZEKIEL!

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


 * Drit signs. &quot;Farewell. I'm glad we could come to an agreement.&quot; |3

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Though...perhaps....&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus hears muffled discussion, and so waits patiently.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;If either Drit or Grapmak feel up to some old fashioned combat, they could win points with their neighbors, and the guard.&quot;


 * Sszeyl opens door for Thomas.


 * Sszeyl shoulders Box.


 * Drit hiss-laughs. &quot;Tempting!&quot; he signs.

TMG:<font color="#000000">By the way

TMG:<font color="#000000">from the books earlier


 * Thomas Lazarus offers the goblins a friendly smile from the doorway.

TMG:<font color="#000000">After tveveryone read it, it was made mention that trogs speak Draconic as a primary language, right?

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Nope. ))

Grapmak:<font color="#000000">&quot;We need to rest for tomorrow's service,&quot; Grapmak says, but nods. &quot;It is a very tempting offer, though.&quot; He squints at Thomas. &quot;Who is this?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">I mean, assuming it was made mention

TMG:<font color="#000000">not actually roleplayed

TMG:<font color="#000000">but whatever ifnormation someone got, they shared with everyone else, like the chuul

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good evening.&quot; He looks to Sszeyl. &quot;Ssthetic gave us the details. It looks like the trogs haven't done anyone violence yet - they're just being obnoxious thieves and squatters. We're going to try a peaceful approach first.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">You could easily ask Tathi, who made a nat 20 on the check. She WOULD know.\


 * Old Shukek waves. &quot;There's the wolf-wrangler.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">As I was asking earlier if the chuul spoke any language. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Cleric of Pelor who helped with your wolf problems.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh, okay, I'll ask IC then

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&gt;&gt;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;ANyway... to those who were reading that book on the troglodytes, what's their primary language? &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;You let Gnogglebolt tell the cave story, didn't you?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Draconic..&quot; Tathi comments lazily. &quot;It's also rather rare for them to speak anything else.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I had to stop him.&quot; ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. That works just fine, actually.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Gah, got to get this cart back on it's wheels.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Ta~&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">And exit stage right.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;But, really, it's just civil sense. Still. We'd like you along if they get defensive or moody and put up a fight.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Hello again.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sounds like they have 'monitors' with them, too. That's a type of mundane lizard, isn't it?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I see you twitching, initiaitive counter. :P

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I am a literal foreigner to your environment.&quot; ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Ah. I forgot. You've worked out your accent so well, I forget sometimes.&quot; :o

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">He does, however, sound oily.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Still. I lived most of my 28 years in an estate or temple. I've only heard stories of animals.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Thanks. :3&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus presents: a Drow. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, there they are, welcome back.&quot; Gnogglebolt says as Szszeyl and Thomas arrives.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt gets out of his seat.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Traki had her babies.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Twins.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, she did! Wonderful for her.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;And Doesemz was demoted. |3&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I should go visit sometime. Maybe tomorrow.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, he was!&quot; Gnogglebolt cuckles.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Notso-good for him, I guess.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;How's he taking it?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Finally forgave me for nearly feeding him to a bear. =3=&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, that's an excellent step forward.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just to be sure, we're -not- planning to investigate the gargoyle business tonight, are we?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;That's morning work if ever there was some. |O&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Excellent. So, Thomas, as you said, you'd have no problem with using your world-shrinking spell?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm. It's too late.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think we should avoid doing anything in this dark storm. It makes noise, and it's pitch black outside. It would be inviting a visit.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">To Gnogglebolt. He nods slightly. &quot;Not as a first resort, of course.. but.. I rather doubt they have the oomph to overtake me if I did that.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">...awww. I wanted someone to react to that flip of paradigm. x3 &quot;Wait...world-shrinking spell? WHat int he world are you talking about?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Sorry, it just sounded too normal for a Gnome. :B


 * Elros has to admit, he's curious. &gt;.&gt;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(I shite you not. That's how the the technological device version of making someone grow works. It doesn't actually make the person grow, it makes -everything else- smaller. :B )

Elros:<font color="#006666">Magic users. Peh. Wait, aren't I supposed to have spells?

TMG:<font color="#000000">(Or at least, how it's 'described' as working.)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, well, actually...&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'd say second resort. Here's what I'm thinking.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I am not highly interested in finding the nastiest, highest crit multiplier, brutal bow I can find and using that hunter's mercy spell to make a sniper. *_*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I go up and knock on the door, and start talking to them.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If they are unwilling to hear what I have to say, I'll gesture to the rest of you. Thomas, you come in with your spell than makes you seem bigger.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">*now, not.. not. x3

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That should make them think twice about hearing me out.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I thought that was sarcasm. &quot;I'm not looking into it. Really, I'm not. 0-;3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And if they are further unwilling to listen to me, -then- we drag them out.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">It was a typo that worked. x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course.&quot;


 * Edaric looks to Calrach.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, so, let us go take care of this...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;If they're base creatures, as they seem to be, our sheer force of numbers may make them think twice.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Afraid I don't know any sleeping spells that could help with that. Do you?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sadly, no.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I actually can do more illusions than anything.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I -could- make it seem like our numbers are even greater than they are.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;But it's gonna be cramped anyway. Doubt that would actually help.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I can blind them.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;And us. =3= But I've trained in fighting blind.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;So..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not witht hat shadow-thing!&quot; Gnogglebolt quickly hisses.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Actually, hold on everyone. Move...over?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">How big is this doorway, for reference, GM? Could be relevant fast. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think it will be best if we -don't- start strong, if they see only me.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt has lowered his voice.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">5 foot square. Large enough for a medium humanoid.

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Pause? ^^ ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Just in case the trogs aren't being rowdy at the moment

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Need to open gate for sister. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Coyotes about. :V ))

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Well, you have demonstrated the ability to negotiate before. But if anything happens, we should be nearby.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Well, the noise levels certainy sound rowdy. And the STENCH! It gets stronger the farther back you go!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Could a 'squeeze' action allow a Large critter through, as per their movement rules? Or just too cramped for such a thing?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You will be nearby. Just, stand a lfew paces to the side, where they can't see out outside the door.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yah, you can, actually.

TMG:<font color="#000000">There is squeezing into a tight space rules

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Good enough for Tom.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But ready to step -into- view the moment I gesture for you.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus lingers by the doorway, out of the immediate line of sight of the room. He lingers somewhat protectively closeby, but stands still and keeps quiet.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Okay, that works.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt steps forward, and knocks on the door.

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">The door swings open... Reflex save.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">ohgreat they'redrunk xD

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Change of plans! Knock them out! Knock them out!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(/OOC)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">|3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Eeeewww it's like a zergling covered in coral and booze. |O

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Reflex! o.o &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 13 + 7 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt ducks as a bottle SMASHES onto the door over his head. The troglodytes all break into laughter.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt smells not just the trogs...but the stench of alcohol.


 * Thomas Lazarus knits his brow. &quot;...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He pinches the bridge of his nose briefly. &quot;...but even I can't reason with drunks. No one can. No even humans. Oh well, proceeding as planned...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*Not even drunk humans

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt raises his voice, and speaks in Draconic.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Son of a biscuit.. neither one of my characters speak goblin. NOT. FAIR. &gt;:X

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">er, draconic.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">My brain is cooking. x.@

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">HEY XO

Gnogglebolt whispers: &quot;Hello there, troglodytes! Might we talk for a minute?&quot;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">the wizard...

TMG:<font color="#000000">does not...

TMG:<font color="#000000">know draconic.

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

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


 * Thomas Lazarus whispers a bit light-heartedly, &quot;D'awww. Just try. You got me to obey pretty well when I was smashed for the celebration.&quot; |3


 * Drunk Troglodyte 1 blinks blearily, then continues to laugh and hiss in Draconic.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">It's like, the preppy kids language, really.

You whisper to TMG: &quot;Look at the little little human! Thinks it talks pretty, it does!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">The others can see Gnogglebolt grimace at something, before he...acquires a very dumb-looking happyface.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Contact-drunk! :U

Gnogglebolt:<i><font color="#000000">GOnna have to scrub my brain after this...

</i><font color="#000000"> He thinks.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He relies in a loud voice again, and his speech seems...a little less smooth, even from the sample he just spoke.

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

Gnogglebolt whispers: &quot;Yes! Want to talk! About you staying here! Can we talk?&quot;


 * Drunk Troglodyte 3 hisses and licks his lips before replying.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">? =3=

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Is discussion occuring?

You whisper to TMG: &quot;Stupid little no-scales should leave before we eats it!&quot;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Oh. Hmmm. Could you not whisper it and indicate that it is, in fact, draconic? x3

TMG:<font color="#000000">OOC to the otheras; he's dumbing down his speech, since the first thing they noted--and laughed at--was he talks fancy.


 * Drunk Troglodyte 4 laughs hissily and flicks his tail.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">...what's been said so far;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I understand the effect, but it kind of makes us sit here looking at silence for 10 minutes. :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">You whisper to Liatai: &quot;Hello there, troglodytes! Might we talk for a minute?&quot; Drunk Troglodyte 1 whispers: &quot;Look at the little little human! Thinks it talks pretty, it does!&quot; You whisper to Liatai: &quot;Yes! Want to talk! About you staying here! Can we talk?&quot; Drunk Troglodyte 3 whispers: &quot;Stupid little no-scales should leave before we eats it!&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 4:<font color="#000000">(Draconic) &quot;Maybe it WANTS to be eaten! Hah! Stupid no-scales. So little. A snack.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglbolt almost winces again, but goes with the flow

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">(Thanks. :B)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">In Draconic: &quot;Oh, I don't think you'd want to do that! You'd make my friend very upset!&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 2:<font color="#000000">(Draconic) &quot;Little no-scales is stupid. Five of us, one of him. He'll be tasty.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Tom, meanwhile, gets a little magic contingency planning out of the way. He leans against the wall and crosses his legs while waiting, and idly intones Bull's Strength.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt turns to Thomas, whsipering &quot;Grow, now. Step behind me. Look intimidating.&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 5:<font color="#000000">(Draconic) &quot;I want ribs!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone else, step in front of Tom.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt turns to the trogs.


 * Thomas Lazarus opens an eye and mutters, &quot;That was awfully fast. Understood.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">In Draconic: &quot;Oh, but you haven't met my friend!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I have many friends, in fact!&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus quickly casts a second spell, tromps over to the back of the hall, and clears his throat. &gt;:|

Drunk Troglodyte 3:<font color="#000000">(Draconic) &quot;HOLY CRAP!&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">&quot;Big stick diplomacy&quot;

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

Drunk Troglodyte 2:<font color="#000000">(Draconic) &quot;Stupid! More no-scales means more meat!&quot; &gt;:D

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


 * Thomas Lazarus holds a stick threateningly. &gt;:|

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#0">(( :P ))

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">(Draconic) &quot;Big no-scales, LOTS of meat!&quot; &gt;:D

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt whsipers. &quot;Welp, that didn't work either. Almost out of options...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">In Draconic: &quot;Now now! Big no scales would make meal out of YOU!&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">(Draconic) &quot;Hah!&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Back. ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">In Draconic &quot;You really don't want to talk?&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">(Draconic) &quot;Try it, no-scales! Or will you run away like little chickens to catch and eat!&quot;


 * Drunk Troglodyte 3 clucks and flaps its arms.


 * Thomas Lazarus shakes his head. &quot;They reek of booze. I'm surprised Mr. Ssthetic has actually been nice enough to tolerate them so far without just calling the guard.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi taps something on gnogglebolt's shoulders. It's her wand of colour spray.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;(S..Stheric? &gt;.&gt;)&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Welp, I tried.&quot; Gnogglebolt says.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;They...do not seem to be leaving. What is the plan now?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sszeyl, Elros, Thomas? Toss'em out.&quot; Gnogglebolt steps aside, squeezing in with Calrach.

Drunk Troglodyte 2:<font color="#000000">(Draconic) &quot;Chickens! Chickens! Bawk bawk! Yummy delicious chickens!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Certainly.&quot; He tromps forward and stoops through the doorway. &gt;:|

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Understood.&quot;

Monitor Lizard 1:<font color="#000000">AoO &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 6 + 5 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+4 = 6 + 4 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Oh...Gnoggle.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Watch you don't step on anyone. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;The Dragon wants to say something to them.&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 4:<font color="#000000">AoO &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d4 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Alright Trogs. It's go-time. You've got giant fists all up ins. #1 can make an AoO should he like. Verus face-grab. =3= &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 2 + 12 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; versus touch.

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">AoO &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 16 + 1 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d4 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Aren't there penalties for being drunk?

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">&quot;!&quot; The troglodyte is quite drunk, and such has a major penalty to Dex. SNAG!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt rubs his forehead. &quot;What does he want to say, Sszeyl.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">The lizards quickly find they're rolling for 20's as their claws and bottles clatter against the giant templar. Grapple check. &#171; &#160;1d20+6+4+4 = 7 + 6 + 4 + 4 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;It is in Draconic. I don't understand it.&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 19 + 1 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">A valiant failure.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...You'd have to let him control you, wouldn't you?&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Just my vocal chords.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not now. Later, when we're not in the middle of something.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...are you absolutely sure...it will be confined to just your vocal cords?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d3+6 = 3 + 6 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Nonlethal as the creature is comically head-squished in Tom's grasp and hoisted into the air. He looks to the other trogs.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's not going to give him a foothold?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&gt;:|

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">The Seal flares.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Very.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gnogglebolt; you wanna ask them again?&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">Wiggle wiggle wiggle! (Draconic) &quot;-- HEY! No-scales, put me down, put me down!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 9 + 2 = 11&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Init, btw.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fine.&quot; Gnogglebolt turns to Sszeyl. &quot;What do--argh!&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Yeah, should we be rolling init? :P


 * Drunk Troglodyte 1 tries ineffectually to bite. &gt;:E &#171; &#160;1d20-1 = 6 - 1 = 5&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;1d4 = 2&#160;  &#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Not until the DM calls for it. :&gt;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt sticks his head in the crowded doorway.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Now, who's had an AoO?


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">In Draconic: &quot;If you want to talk, we can still talk! Just say so!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#0">(( All of them. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Have all three of the- good.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">All three near the front.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">The Seal flares again...and the Drow's voice changes from oily to harsh, abrasive, and fiery.


 * Drunk Troglodyte 1 keeps trying to gnaw on the metal. Did I mention alcohol dulls Wis? :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Then Gnogglebolt turns back to Sszeyl.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">In Draconic; &quot;What do you want, dragon.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi points her wand and attacks with the power of RAAAIINBOOWWSS!!! DC15 will save, suckahs!


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow and glances to Tathi somewhat flatly. &quot;Can you perhaps do something about these silly creatures?&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20-3 = 4 - 3 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20-3 = 16 - 3 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+2 = 11 + 2 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Suddenly READING RAIIINBOW.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">(Draconic) &quot;So help me, you little maggots keep using my people's language, I will come in there, and rip out your colons through your nostrils!&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">2 HD or less: The creature is unconscious, blinded, and stunned for 2d4 rounds, then blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round. (Only living creatures are knocked unconscious.) 3 or 4 HD: The creature is blinded and stunned for 1d4 rounds, then stunned for 1 round.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">At the Trogs.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&gt;:D

Monitor Lizard 1:<font color="#000000">The lizard stumbles blindly, but the two trogs in the blast fall unconscious.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi doesn't stop there..

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just flatly stares. In Draconic: &quot;That's it? Alright. Go back where you came from.&quot; In COmmon; &quot;Send him back, Sszeyl.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Flare~

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">She pretty much decks the room in rainbows, firing the wand about every time she gets a chance.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;What did he say? &gt;&gt;&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Dear gods...

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">She's tasing the ever loving hell out of them.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">XD

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">So, DM, how many charges expended for a room full of stunned reptiles? :&gt;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, 'parrently, he wants the trogs to stop speaking draconic. Silly thing.&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 5:<font color="#000000">Soon there's only one trog left standing, and he holds up his hands trying to stave off the rainbows. &quot;-- A-a-a-a-ll right! Okay! We talk! We talk!&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 5:<font color="#000000">&quot;You take treasure, we go, we go!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">In Draconic?

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt immediately whips around &quot;Stop! Everyone stop!&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That's all they speak. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">SHAZAM.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;What?&quot; TASE. &quot;Couldn't understand that.&quot; TASE. &quot;Elven, you slimy git, do. you. speak. it?&quot; TASE.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">2 charges total, Tathi.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;LAst one wants to talk!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Gold light pours out of the seal. Exuding a calming aura..

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Aw. Just once more for the road?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">She waves the wand around threateningly like.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, I think I can do something here, now.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">The Drow takes a deep breath, and lets it out.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Fine.&quot; She says, putting it away.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go ahead, just back up, so I can move in again...&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 5:<font color="#000000">&quot;Here! Here! Take treasure! We go!&quot; The troglodyte all but shoves a box into the templar's hands and flees.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Thomas spends a few minutes collecting the unconscious trogs. Considering his lift &amp; throw capacity has reached 2800 pounds, this is probably not difficult to pull off. *_*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's okay, just back out of the room.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;..And don't come back to bother Mr. Sstheric anymore, okay?&quot; He calls after.

TMG:<font color="#000000">...Gnogglebolt was talking in common to Thomas and Tathi. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;The Dragon wants to brutally murder them. But I assume you already know that.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Thomas basically dumps the unconscious trogs and monitors outside on the street. =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">which ones are unconcious, and which one's still awake--

TMG:<font color="#000000">where'd they all go? o.o

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

Drunk Troglodyte 5:<font color="#000000">The one conscious one shoved a box into Tom's hands and fled with the lizards.

Drunk Troglodyte 2:<font color="#000000">The other four are unconscious in the stableyard -- since when did the box have vision. o.o

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, wait--&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Since Tech's joke.


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow at the box.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I wanted to talk to that last one.&quot; Gnogglebolt says forlornly as the last one flees.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Sorry Gnogglebolt.. taste the rainbow and all that.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...oh, well. If they've fled, that's good, no?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( About it being an audience token. ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That box, I presume, is their 'treasure'.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;He said 'Okay, we leave, you take treasure!'.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;For the best.&quot; BigTom speaks in a lowered tone. &quot;..This gift reeks.&quot; ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wanted to actually explain no, we don't want your treasure.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi wrinkles her nose.. &quot;Does their 'treasure' smell like that do?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">*they

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, I'

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pardon me a second..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll run it back to them, then.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">That's a window.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">why.. why are you going out the window?


 * Thomas Lazarus snaps his fingers in the air and unceremonious sploosh. =3=

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">You just exploded.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">... It is, isn't it. XDXD

Drunk Troglodyte 5:<font color="#000000">(Draconic) &quot;Go away!&quot; D:

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt goes out the -door-, and around the bend.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I so thought that was a back door the whole time.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey! Wait! Your treasure, you can keep it!&quot; He calls in Draconic.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">IT EVEN HAS A MESSAGE. XD


 * Faerie miiiiiight be going to sleep soon-ish. &gt;.&gt;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We didn't want your treasure!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*In draconic

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Kay. Ta. :3 ))

Drunk Troglodyte 5:<font color="#000000">&quot;No! Go away! Take treasure, leave me alone!&quot;

Ghostwish:<i><font color="#6600CC">stop giving our rewards away

</i>* Drunk Troglodyte 5 flees!


 * Thomas Lazarus drip-drops. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">In Draconic: &quot;Don't want to hurt you anymore! it's okay!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm curious, besides..&quot; He opens the 'treasure' box.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;..I expect this is just other people's stolen things.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">For what it's worth, whatever's in the box jingles... One moment.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt...deflates and droops even more.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, that's not what I was going for.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's...actually quite sad.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow and smirks.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;He was too scared to stay behind.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't beat yourself up over it, too much. Sometimes you have to get tough and throw out a troublemaker. Not everyone is going to be sensible, or your friend.&quot; Thomas harkens back to his templar roots.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, we've still got his four buddies.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;We can, atleast, turn some of this in to the guard to see if anyone around town is looking for it.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What is in the box, anyway?&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Two black pearls (200 GP, 300 GP), a chalcedony (50 G), a golden pearl (130 GP), a bolt of rare cloth (300 GP), a blue ribbon with a blue dragonscale in the middle set with carnelian (1000 GP), a large carpet treaded with silver (5000 GP), a small carper (800 GP), 3 flasks of holy water, and a wand of Burning Hands (15/50 charges).

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;If not, it'll probably fall back to us for funding more life-saving ventures anyway.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">...all that was in the box? o.O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">He lowers the box for the Gnome to see for himself. &quot;Pretty things. Go figure.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Wand-yoink. &gt;&gt;

GM:<font color="#000000">It was a big box. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">*Saved*

TMG:<font color="#000000">No, I mean...that kind of valuable stuff was in the box? o.o

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;..Whoa, that...all that's actually worth a lot of money!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;The stones might -- might -- have come from their real homes. Most of this is obviously stolen from Castleton. Probably even the patrons of this inn.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Well...if it has been stolen, it ought to be returned.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyways. The welfare of those silly drunk roaches isn't in real danger. And they're gone.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;One second.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Knock knock.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's inform the owner so they can atleast clean up.&quot; ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah. Oh well, we'll turn these into the lost and found.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks back at the four in a pile. &quot;Wonder if I can reason with those in the morning.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;They won't still be drunk, at least.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;To what ends, exactly?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I imagine they'll have quite a hangover, though.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Use this?&quot; Tathi says, offering the wand. :&gt;

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">After a moment, a lizardfolk peers out of the kitchen. &quot;Go to the bar if you want service, not the kitchen door -- oh, it's you.&quot;

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">&quot;How did it go?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus replies.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;No one got hurt.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;They have been removed.&quot; ...Why is the drow so serene looking?

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">It's horrifically disturbing. :V

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Alright, sorry, but I think I'd better start getting ready for sleep. ^^;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Well. Except that one Tom hurt. But it was just unpleasant, not an injury. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;To a better life, just like the goblins. While they did make mention of eating me, I don't think they're inhernatly malicious, just supremely selfish.&quot;

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( Ta~ ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sleep well, be safe!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And selfishness I can cure, but teaching them that they'd actually get more if they behave themselves.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Thanks, will do.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Night night~

Drunk Troglodyte 2:<font color="#000000">The troglodytes are starting to stir now that their eyes aren't being blasted with rainbows.

Drunk Troglodyte 2:<font color="#000000">And the air is filling with STENCH. Fort save.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Or I can talk to them right now.&quot;

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

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">Dx &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 9 + 7 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...oh dear--&quot; &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 12 + 3 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&#171; &#160;1d20+fortitude = 2 + 4 = 6&#160; <font color="#6600CC">&#187;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Oh hells &gt;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Ah, they are waking up.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus holds his nose and wafts. &quot;Gnogglebolt.&quot; -.-

Drunk Troglodyte 2:<font color="#000000">Tathi is sickened for ten rounds.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">ACTION POINT- wrong game, sorry.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt gets a cloth to his face in enough time.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I had best go, see that they don't hurt anyone as they leave.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Ta~&quot;

Drunk Troglodyte 2:<font color="#000000">The troglodytes stir... then leap to their feet, snarling!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; Fort save!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl is also sickened for 10 rounds.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Ooh, indegestion~&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">sickened.. any actions possible?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go ahead and go inside, let me indulge myself--oh great.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yep, but most everything is at a -2.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">All actions. It's just a debuff.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Nauseated is where you lose actions.

TMG:<font color="#000000">as far as I know, just -2 penalty to about everything

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi holds up her wand.. quite threateningly.

Drunk Troglodyte 4:<font color="#000000">One leaps at Gnogglebolt! A claw &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 16 + 1 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d4 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;, and a bite &#171;  &#160;1d20-1 = 10 - 1 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d4 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;!

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Hee~ |3&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;You guys gotta go now. Hee~&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt shouts in Draconic. &quot;Hey now! Do you want to go to sleep again? Calm down!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Didn't your parents ever teach you not to pet a strange dog? --- !&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">...you're doing this on purpose, DM. xD

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Hey guys~&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Troglodytes are nasty, I'm sorry. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Gnogglebolt's being eaten.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 20 + 2 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;


 * Edaric backhands the stench. =3=

Tavia:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 4 + 4 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Aelian:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 7 + 4 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Aelian:<font color="#000000">Oog...

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Come help him, and stuff. |U&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Uh, they are dumb, aggressive, drunk pseudo-animals. Gnogglebolt is just objectively being silly about this. :P

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">It is like reasoning with a snarling lion.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;That's it..&quot; Tathi says, striding forward.. She points the wand, chants a simple command word OH DEAR GEEZUS RAINBOWS

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Ooh, pretty. |U&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#000000">You're telling me.... D:

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, now I can say tghey're too stupid to reason with!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+5-2 = 2 + 5 - 2 = 5&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187; And I shall sing~

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Horribly. But I don't care.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Because I feel so great right now. |U

Drunk Troglodyte 4:<font color="#000000">Blarg, I am unconscious. &#171; &#160;1d20-3 = 16 - 3 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Drunk Troglodyte 4:<font color="#000000">Yep. Unconscious.

Drunk Troglodyte 3:<font color="#000000">One leaps at Tathi!

Drunk Troglodyte 3:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 1 + 1 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d4 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;!

Drunk Troglodyte 3:<font color="#000000">And FAILS. :B

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 18 + 1 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">But one does swat Tathi for &#171; &#160;1d4 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; damage!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Party's turn in this pseudo-combat. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... is it quiet, or am I lagging? &gt;.&gt;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Hmm.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Don't get drunk. It does you no favors in comabt.

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Enjoying that dirt sandwhich there?&quot; She says..

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Unless you're Anise.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt: Unless you're Anise. :14 (Anise: Damn straight. =3=)

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">Dose conscrition to dance count as agressive?

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;ERG! Why you little..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;--Alright, I can no longer say no one has gotten hurt.&quot; &gt;:|

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Sszeyl?&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I forgive you~&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNBOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( :15 ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I can just hear the dragon in his head now. &quot;What is this flamingly gay nonsense?&quot; :13

TMG:<font color="#000000">ohgeeze. D;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">laiati :15

Liatai:<font color="#000000">TMG: laiati :15 :15

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">ffffffffffffffffffffff- :14

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I seem to be a minute behind, but you're caught up! :14

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( :D ))

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

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

Drunk Troglodyte 2:<font color="#000000">To save the trouble of horribad rolls, all trogs are unconscious again. =3=

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi just wracked up, what is this the third time(?), of friendly fire. Sszeyl got skittles.

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&#171; &#160;1d20+5-2 = 6 + 5 - 2 = 9&#160; <font color="#CC3300">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I feel pretty~&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Oh god damni-

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Oh so pretty~&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright. Now that is the point where even I stop.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Sszeyl, are you drunk, too?&quot; &gt;.&gt;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;When one has been defeated, and is at the mercy of another, but suicidally tries to fight on anyway&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;The Dragon tried to fire off a spell as the Seal kicked in.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;The magics mixing is causing interesting mood swings and hallucinations. |U&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go ahead and cart them off, do whatever.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;And suddenly I notice just how nice your hair is, Edaric.. *_*&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... so you're...&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... high on magic.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pretty much.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">The drow is now lovingly petting the pretty hair.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Inside, Calrach is snickering.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right. I am sorry, Gnogglebolt, but it would be irresponsible and stupid of me to allow you to continue to attempt parlay with these beasts. They can't even go in the drunk tank. It would be cruel and unusual for the prisoners.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Badtouch. ._. Okay, he's basically high, take that into account... &gt;.&gt; &quot;Let's.... get you inside so you can lay down, Sszeyl. And maybe some water or something.&quot; He tries to direct the drow's hand away from his hair. &gt;.&gt;


 * Thomas Lazarus lays a severe nonlethal smackdown on the unconscious trogs. =3=

Drunk Troglodyte 1:<font color="#000000">Now they really are unconscious. x_X

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;As I said, this is the point where even I give up.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Not me!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I haven't given up on you, Corraline! |D&quot;


 * Edaric tries to lead Sszeyl back inside. ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;But so help me I will rip your skin off if you pull that bullshit again! |D&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">And is lead inside.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... yep. Definitely high on magic.&quot; &gt;.&gt;


 * Edaric tries the door.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Here you go, nice comfy non-stinky beds.&quot; :3

Sszeyl:<b><font color="#CC3300">&quot;Holy crap, I can speak in the Dragon's voice.&quot;

</b>Sszeyl:<b><font color="#CC3300">&quot;Testing, testing, one two.&quot;

</b>Sszeyl:<b><font color="#CC3300">&quot;Awesome.&quot;

</b><font color="#CC3300"> |D

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes you can.&quot; ^^;;;; &quot;Stay here a moment, okay, I'll get you something to drink...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#000000">O_o


 * Edaric edges out the door and looks wonderingly at the rest of the party. What do I do. O_o

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;Seeya, grown up Terri-man! |D&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus gives Gnogglebolt a wand-tap. &#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 8 + 1 = 9&#160;  &#187; And Tathi and orison. (+1!)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright. So, shall we get inside?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas. Pssst. Thomas. What do I do.&quot; o_o


 * Edaric whispered that.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or Tathi, you know magic, that's what you do,&quot; he adds as well in a whisper. o.o

Liatai:<font color="#000000">May be lagging. Last line I saw that wasn't Edaric, TMG: laiati :15

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I mean, Gnogglebolt: &quot;Alright. So, shall we get inside?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( None since. ))

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi heads over, looking a bit concerned...

Sszeyl: <font color="#cc3300">(( :29 ))

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

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Sszeyl, you allright?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">'&quot;Spectacular. 8U&quot;'

* Edaric goes to get water. Water's what you give drunk people, right? ^^;;;;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;I can talk in mine, the Dragon's, and First's voices all at once.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#CC3300">&quot;It's freaky as hell.&quot;

* Edaric definitely looks weirded out by it, at least. O_o

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...let's just go to sleep. He'll be fine in the morning.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#6600CC">Tathi winces a little.. but not as nearly as bad as Gnogglebolt will when a huge, bearded face breaks out of his back pocket.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Bronze Boot and Swiftaxe Residence'Dorf Aias:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;HEY ye PUNKS! Hurry up 'n' finish whatever th' heck it's ye'r daein', fur this server ain't gonna bade up a' nicht! kip time is approaching fur th' Ghost mon, sae unless yi'll waant tae be knitting skirts fur th' neist six hours, FINISH UP.&quot;

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

Dorf Aias:<font color="#6600CC">&quot;Och!&quot; And he vanishes back into the gnome's pocket again.

Sstheric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... right. Well. A night's rest and a day's meals, at least, you've earned, plus the gold reward posted of 1,300 gold pieces.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Now, shall we get noms out of the way if people are still around?

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Yes! ^_^

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Sszeyl, for yet more dragon madness. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Pardon. Railock has been whispering my head off... ^^;;;;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">|3

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Gnogglebolt, for waving the flag of diplomacy in the face of a heavy machine gun going full auto. XD

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Tathi for death, fire, and rainbows.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">There was.. something I wanted to nom Tom for...

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Tom for HULK SMASH.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Why can I not remember. x.x

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Does it have something to do with the sewer business?

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Or smush.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Sewer sobbing?

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Ohright.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Ah, yes, the great sewer dunking. I award him a (smelly) gold medal for that.

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

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Tom for &quot;I don't wanna ask the cat. T.T&quot;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Elros for as ever.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Barbarus' mischief days are officially at an end. &gt;:3

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Quiet competence.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Tom has a contingency plan for dat ring.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Oh?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">BEWARE THE OPEN SPELL SLOT.

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

* Thomas Lazarus prepares '''BESTOW CURSE! &gt;:U!!!!!!!!'''

TMG:<font color="#000000">Danr, I can't think of anything that hasn't already been said. xD

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Calrach for Joker.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Can I ...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I don't know if I should.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Can I nega-nom Alex for actually not posting any lines in an 9 hour game?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Because I'm mad at that. :|

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Am I allowed to nom the DM for everything? :&gt;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">...

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">He did post.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">=3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">Technically, Alex did post during his turns in the fight. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Inquired into the secret room.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You can nom NPCs for things. :P The Guardian tagalongs at least all have EXP.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">And fighting.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Like 3 random things.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ohreally :u

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">One of which was wrong because he was blatantly alt-tabbed and didn't have context. =3=

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I.. have to admit.. I was nearly AFK the entire game, and posted more than he did. :\

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">And some talk.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Aleian for FINISH IT.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">During the Cavestory.

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">XD! I think I get whatever noms Aelian gets, seeing how his level is dependent on me. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">Like, I got 2 hours of sleep. I got awful sleep.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">And there was a phase of the game where I was just alone being attentive. =3=

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">But! Nomming Edaric for the persistent bard! :&gt;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Nomming Commander Ashmore for suffering through yet another encounter with &quot;that damn wood elf&quot;.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It really is getting to be something of a problem, I've noticed... I'm open to suggestions as to how to facilitate Elrostalk.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">.... but when he's AFK enough to not notice when people are talking to Elros... ^^;;;;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Anyveyz. EXP, EXP...

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">All I can do is be my snarky self: http://www.geneticanomaly.com/RPG-Motivational/slides/whichdie.html

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">It's probably just him. It's only marginally different in Dorf Fortress. It's usually a waste of my effort when I try to interact with him, then get silence forever and confusion in like 10 minutes. =3=;

TMG:<font color="#000000">He's not that bad. xD He has a decent grasp of the rules, he just doesn't have his character contribute much

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">But I didn't mean to bitch so much and derail noms.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Well, we avoid Elros in all matters because we know he'll never respond.

TMG:<font color="#000000">and he seems to be a lot better in dorf fortress, from what I see. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Yah.. it's weird.. I thought he'd be awful, but something's snared him.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">He is.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">And I have -no- clue what. Dorf Fortress is a shade of Akellon.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Maybe.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">It's part of his backstory.

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Not dropping out.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Is that what he's looking for? A less intensive game?

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">After the first session?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I.. don't know how you can say that. He's like a 1.5 year vet and has no idea how AoOs or his character works. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">:&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">May be lagging. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">:44

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">:42! Two minutes behind everyone else. XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:44 recieved at :43.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Hey, is he in GreedVerse too?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Time travel. :O

TMG:<font color="#000000">I think I know what the problem is

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I'm listenin'.

TMG:<font color="#000000">As much as I dislike to say it, he's got Elros as too -much- of a 'straight man'

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Rai, Me, You, Ram, Hatari.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Bored with the character, you think?

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">And Inu.

TMG:<font color="#000000">He probably just can't -think- of anything to say for the character, because he's not in the character's head

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... in a party where just in one session the wizard had enemies taste the rainbow, the cleric nearly took a sewer bath, the drow is high on magic... I can see where you might be coming from. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">No, Fae is not. :V

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Ah, yes, thanks Meany. And I narrowly avoided having techcubi in the game, thank -gods-. XD

TMG:<font color="#000000">he does seem to be a bit better in Dorf FOrtress, because Xilo has personality

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I almost lost it that session he slipped and posted a cybering line here from the other windows he was actually paying attention to. &gt;.&gt;;

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">Speaking of.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was a little dumbfounded that time, yeah, to say the least. ^^;;;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;2700+1800 = 2700 + 1800 = 4500&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;4500/6 = 4500 / 6 = 750&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I REMEMBER THAT.

GM:<font color="#000000">I'm probably lagging, so I'll just get this out of the way while I wait for the chat to catch up. 750 XP to all for encounters. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghostwish: I REMEMBER THAT. :49

GM:<font color="#000000">Tom - 100 XP - Taking a dip -- ewwww not in THAT. D: TMG:<font color="#000000">But that's mu take on it. Anyway, let us get back to business. :U

Meany:<font color="#CC3300">I don't.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I think you're onto something, TMG...

GM:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt - 100 XP - Waving the white flag of diplomacy with one hand while the other hand is getting gnawed off. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">Tathi - 100 XP - TASTE THE RAINBOW.

GM:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl - 100 XP - Whee, rainbows~ 100 XP - For coming to an agreement with goblins and DSL!

GM:<font color="#000000">Calrach - 100 XP - That was AWESOME! :D

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">It's a very, very difficult challange to play a.. well.. stone man. The unmovable block. We are, by nature and by society, chaotic.

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">I think Elros doesn't fit Faerie.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Anyway, back on track

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">and shutdown?

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">XD Yes, let's discuss this more tomorrow.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#000000">I have less kind opinions on the matter. But I fear I've built up bitching momentum. :(

Ghostwish:<font color="#6600CC">Saving the campaign file now..