Session 127.5

Meany has connected.

 Ghostwish has connected.

 Liatai:You guys have your PCs' tokens, right?

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'Sszeyl:Shazamo.

Ghostwish:ooo

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'Tasher1::3

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'Tathi:Hihihihi

Tathi:Gonna be making supper. :3

Sszeyl:Lia is still shopping for Tokens.

Sszeyl:Do do de do.

Tathi: (( hewwo???? ))

Liatai:Hewwo!

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Aloha.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Lia has a token.

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( but there is -lavender everywhere.- ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( And she's shy about using it. ))

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( I'm adding it to my birthday gift that she has to use it. :3 ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">On the contrary, it reminded me of a Vocaloid and I'm stuck in a fanart loop. XD

GM:<font color="#000000">Right, so!

GM:<font color="#000000">Where are we picking up?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">I'

* Tathi shrugs. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Popping into the desert?

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">ACK PFT SAND IN MOUTH

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I think you've got something of a leadup to that that needs to be done. XP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Can Tathi even teleport today in-game? Where are you teleporting to? Are you giving any advance notice?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">argh this dog is whining up a storm =w=#

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">It was said in-game to be the day after. ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">When? I recall no such announcement. ^^;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( looks up with mouth of sausage. nor did i. thought we were discussing it at the table ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( Hmm, on log review, it looks like it was. ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Shall we resume from there, then?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Discussing it at the table? Okay.

* Liatai is dristracted by needy dog. ^^;;;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl chews on an apple. &quot;So.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Tim. Will you be going with us to negotiate with Keri?&quot;

Tim:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sorry, Keri?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I can't pronounce his full name.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Bronze Dragon, Archmage.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Brass, I'm sorry.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I...don't know metallic dragons that well. Chromatic, yes, but not metallic.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Kerioshak I think is his full name? He is an eccentric mage; with connections to clans of Gold, Bronze, and Silver dragons.&quot;

* Tim nods and smiles, lapsing into Draconic. &quot;Kerishorak. (Not a surprise if you know Nath that you know the Flame-Father of Artifice.)&quot;

Tim:<font color="#000000">&quot;(Not a bad choice, but how are you planning to get in touch with him?)&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl just stares.

* Citrine lounges on the table.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I can understand snippets of what you're saying.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;But I don't speak the dragon tongue.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Mmmmm. I wonder how much he'll be able to buy.&quot;

* Tim stares at Sszeyl quizzically. &quot;This involved in dragon business, and you haven't picked it up yet? Ah, well... (Is this any better?)&quot; he attempts in somewhat rough Elven.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;I haven't had time to learn properly. Adventuring leaves little room for book reading.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Plus the dead dragon in my head gets huffy if I start speaking a tongue I'm not fit to comprehend.&quot;)

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi giggles. (&quot;Your accent is horrible.&quot;)

Tim:<font color="#000000">&quot;(As I'm sure yours is in the dragon tongue, ma'am,)&quot; the merchant says cheekily in response. |P &quot;(Back to the matter at hand. How are you planning to get in touch with the Lord of Flames, hm?)&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">(&quot;I was honestly thinking of sitting on his tail.&quot;) Tathi says with a grin.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;We know the password to enter his lair, unless he's changed it.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Plus, he should be expecting us.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;By 'we' I mean Tathi because I never actually heard the word.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;I was polymorphed into a red dragon at the time.&quot;)

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">(&quot;He means announcing before we arrive, Sszeyl, not after.&quot;)

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">(&quot;And.. well.. I have no idea. Recon is my suite, not communication.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Well, we could always see if Terri happens to be scrying us at the moment.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Terri, you there? :V&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">No response aside from the general chatter of the tavern.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">THE ONE TIME SHE RESPECTS BED TIME.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;The last time we visited him was with the truck train.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Which caused enough noise to be heard for miles.&quot;)

Tim:<font color="#000000">&quot;(Either way, probably best if I'm not there. Business to be done here, after all! And someone needs to keep an eye on the worms in question. Where are they, anyway?)&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Underneath the Mace Headquarters; in a tunnel connecting the basement to the Count's Castle.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">)

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">(&quot;Luckily, they're all close together, so it'll be a cinch to locate them.&quot;)

Tim:<font color="#000000">&quot;(Very good, very good, relatively secure area. Think you can contact the Archmage before the meat starts to spoil? Time is of the essence!)&quot; :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl produces... a rock.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Barbarus, pass a message to Nathaniel to pass to Kerishorak that we will be visiting in the next few days.&quot;

</i> Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I was about to suggest we drag Thomas into this mess. He looks like a little boy at the light show inside of a dragon's lair..&quot;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Grasslands'Barbarus:<font color="#333333">&quot;Passing it along.&quot;

</i> Citrine:<font color="#000000">The pseudodragon nibbles on a slice of cake. Mm. Think the teleport ban's lifted?

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;It ultimately does not matter.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Dealing with ghost dragons takes priority over local ordinances.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;As well as side-busineses.&quot; =3=

Tim:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ghost dragons? ... .... Hahaha, you really had me going for a minute!&quot; |D

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Erm... let's keep that dire tiger in the bag of holding, Sszeyl..&quot; Tathi says with a nervous laugh.

Tim:<font color="#000000">&quot;If someone or something had been strong enough to kill that mage, it would have made the bardic news circuit twice over!&quot; |D

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Hmm.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Ask Ed about it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;A tavern is hardly the place to talk about this topic, apparently.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Across the bar, a bard sneezes. *brick'd*

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Wait, what we're talking about is old news by almost a century.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Who were -you- thinking about?&quot;

* Tim looks at Sszeyl quizzically again. &quot;(The Archmage, of course.)&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Kerishorak is alive, yes.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Though he did look alarmingly thin, for a dragon.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Maybe it's just being Brass.&quot;)

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">(&quot;They're desert dragons, Sszeyl.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;And?&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Gamal wasn't a twig when we found him.&quot;)

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">(&quot;Gamal is HUMAN. They don't have environment types!&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Not ones that Elves can see, no.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;But anyway.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Shall we visit tomorrow, Tathi?&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Or can you manage it tonight?&quot;)

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">(&quot;I could do it tonight. Shall we?&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(&quot;Let's.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Are we going to teleport while toasting wine glasses, or something cheesy like that?

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">*brick'd*

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Shall we have a toast to future business?&quot; :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;To business.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;To business!&quot;

Citrine:<font color="#000000">Ching ching!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">ZORT. Wine glasses and all. |P

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mmkay, so! Teleportation. Where to? :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Ghost? =3=

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( sorry, got a call ))

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Zairith's house. *BRICK'D*

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( That's why god gave you phones you can shoot guns into. ))

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">To the entry way of the archmage's chamber. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Roll 1d100, please. :3

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 44&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Lucky! So, you're teleporting tonight, with both you and Sszeyl... Anyone else?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tim didn't want to come, right?

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Si.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl left gold for the bill, btw.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Care to narrate the teleport spell's beginning, Tathi? Set the scene a little? :3

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Welp, right as the glasses tink together, Tathi makes a quick gesture.. and Sszeyl and Tathi vanish in a sparkle of.. wine bubbles. Sszeyl might not with some relief that Tathi finishes her glass AFTER they arrive in the sandy desert. She drops her glass, and says, &quot;Well! Shall we get with that nifty greeting spell again?&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">No need. You've teleported into... what appears to be a black void.

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Oookay. This is a bit odd..&quot; She says, and glances about. Spellcraft?

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Did you defy the laws of reality again.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Are we in the gap between universes -again?-&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">A white shape appears in the darkness, shedding a little light. &quot;Unauthorized teleportation attempt detected.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi squints. &quot;It would seem he had defenses up outside his home. Isn't that in bad taste?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hmm, then I may have misunderstood you.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Were you trying to teleport to the red rocks, or the actual entrance of the lair?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Red rocks! XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Entryway of the archmage's chamber implied actually being in the lair. Strike that. XD

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">SORRY SSZEYL I BROKE REALITY AGAIN.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">DAMNIT WOMAN.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You're now under the desert sky, in the red rocks.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">MOVE OVER, I'M TAKING THE WHEEL.

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;Elven presence detected. Adjusting ambient light levels.&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">A few small dancing lights appear nearby, hovering around the rocks. &quot;Is this comfortable? Please say 'yes' or 'no' now.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Yes.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Don't you say fishcakes, Tathi.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Don't do it.

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;Greetings. Welcome to Charir Tonash. You may call me Sart if you wish. I will be your guide through the entry process. Commencing initial scans.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Sart, do you have our previous settings memorized?&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;One (1) wood elf female, adult, hair olive, eyes blue, skin olive. Detecting magical anomaly. Scanning. ... Magical anomaly identified. One (1) gem, carnelian, moderate aura of necromancy.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Olive?

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Olive green maybe.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Olive doesn't come in any other colors!

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;One (1) drow elf male, young adult, hair white, eyes green, skin black. ....&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">BLACK OLIVES, WOMAN.

Sart:<font color="#000000">BONG

</i> &quot;Intense magical anomaly detected.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I guess not. At least he doesn't go listing measurements or something silly. &quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">The little shape reels through the air a bit before blinking, and making discordant chiming sounds.

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well that's one way to ring the doorbell..&quot; Tathi mutters.

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;...... Is this correct? Please say &quot;yes&quot; or &quot;no&quot; now.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Yes.&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;Welcome. To better serve you, we ask that you please state your business.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Dual purpose. Request repairs for a product produced here; discuss a buisiness of acquiring Purple Worm products for Kerishorak.&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;Understood. Marketing and evaluation. Please wait.&quot; The sprite hangs limply in midair, playing a chiming melody.

Sart:<font color="#000000">Its head snaps back up after a moment. &quot;Thank you for waiting. Scans indicate adequate levels of hydration and nourishment. Would either of you like a complimentary drink or snack, regardless? Please say 'one' for water, 'two' for snack, 'three' for both, 'four' for a surprise, or 'five' for none.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;One.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Hrm. Four!&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">Pop! A simple, somewhat shoddy clay cup filled with clean water appears in Sszeyl's hand -- and a rabbit appears in Tathi's.

Sart:<font color="#000000">The rabbit looks at Tathi, quacks like a duck, leaps into the air, and explodes in a shower of bright confetti. A coconut thuds to the ground below, with a straw poked in the side.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well that IS a surprise!&quot; Tathi says with a laugh, picking up the coconut.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sip.

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;Would you like to make use of our complimentary cleaning service during your transport? This noninvasive arcane process will remove dirt, grime, stains, damage, and sand from one's body and clothing. Please say &quot;yes&quot; or &quot;no thank you&quot; now.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Yes.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;No thank you!&quot;

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

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;Please dismiss all dimensional anchors and other anti-transport magic from your person now. When you are ready, please say &quot;tlush.&quot; &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Tlush.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Tlush.&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;Scanning... scans do not indicate magic which would interfere with the transportation process. Please stand upon the red rock platform in the center of the circle. If you cannot fit upon the stone with your belongings, please say &quot;letoclo.&quot; &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl moves to the rock formation.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi heads up too. (brb)

Sart:<font color="#000000">The rock, once everyone is on it, rises slowly into the air -- and Tathi, remember your elf sense going haywire during this part of the process? Sszeyl gets a dose of it, too, as the elevator platform rises out of the sea of sand and throws its covering layer off. The rock descends when the platform stops spinning, and vanishes, letting you down softly.

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;You may now step onto the stone platform. Please make yourselves comfortable. Initiating transportation process. Please silence all communication devices. Refreshments are available in the lobby. And please, keep our lair clean by disposing of all trash in designated receptacles.&quot; The platform begins to shift, sinking downward into the earth. &quot;Enjoy the show.&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">The show is much the same as last time the party visited the lair; session 97 for reference. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Cue Firework by Katty Perry.

Sart:<font color="#000000">Including the blinding flashes of white light at the end. FWOOMPH K-KRACK!

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;Scanning... scanning...&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;Scans indicate that all members of the initial party are present and unharmed.&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you for using the Charir Tonash transportation system. Please proceed through the northeastern portal to the Hall of Stars. We hope you enjoyed your transportation. We value your feedback. Please adress all comments and criticisms to Kerishorak, Charir Tonash, Moscra Desert.&quot;

Sart:<font color="#000000">A little chiming melody, and the image bows before sinking into the center of the platform.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Le walk.

Sart:<font color="#000000">And yes, Sszeyl is rendered clean, albeit smelling a bit like fresh dew.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">I smell like Mountain Dew.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">My life is complete.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">*single tear*

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">...Huh. Your head really does look kind of like a shovel.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">A thunderous yawn greets you as you enter the glittering chamber, and you might catch a glimpse of humongous teeth before the dragon focuses on you, and smiles. &quot;Hello, hello! This is a pleasant surprise, I didn't expect you for another --&quot; O_O

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl waves.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">The chamber shakes a bit as the dragon crosses it in two bounding leaps to stare at Sszeyl close-up, a claw reaching out for his amulet. &quot;What did you do to it?!&quot; D8

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nathokokasprithion told me it was cracked, not that you'd been bathing it in acid!&quot; D8{

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Okay dragon closing THAT fast is just a wee bit startling. o.o;;;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">I should have had you roll Will versus fear, come to think of it. *brick'd*

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I found a gap in the riveting that was larger than normal, and attempted an experiment with it. It caused electrical feedback.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Nyuck nyuck nyuck!

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Also for some reason, the scales weren't hardened sufficiently, I apparently have the physical strength to damage them on my own. ....Or Salishea's add-on malfunctioned.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;An experiment? What kind of experiment did you do to cause this much damage?&quot; the dragon booms much too loudly for this close of a distance.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot; Ow. &quot; Tathi mutters, covering her ears.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">He snorts a bit, leaning back. &quot;It smells like the inside of a purple worm, too.&quot; &gt;:\

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I was seeing if I could free up the Dragon's spellcasting long enough to ply a first-level spell to translate something for me. We're getting along rather well.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Ohhh, right.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I was eaten this morning.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;That's probably it.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well, yes, that's where the acid came from.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">The dragon just kind of stares at you a moment, mouth half open.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why...&quot; he rumbles, wings unfurling and tail twitching, &quot;'''In Aasterinian's name... would you deliberately work to undo our boons -- our hard work for your sake!'''&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;'' Ow! ''&quot; Tathi mutters, hands shooting for her ears again.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I wanted to know what I could do with the seal. As I said, Vargie and I are getting along increasingly well, the closer we get to Ca...the Silver Dragon's seal.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I have gotten him to admit he is afraid.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">It's probably doubly uncomfortable for Tathi, because the arcane aura around the dragon would likely blind anyone looking at it with detection spells.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot; Sart, are you here? I could use some earmuffs and eyeshades.. &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;And, at the time, I wasn't thinking too clearly. Mostly from the bickering of my fellows over how to best translate the language.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;But I did damage it, and if you don't want to repair it, I will understand.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl, I'm going to ask you to roll a Will save, DC 34. Tathi, too.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">GODDAMNIT SSZEYL

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+will = 2 + 12 = 14&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; +2 if its enchantment!

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&#171; &#160;1d20+11+mod = 19 + 11 + 0 = 30&#160; <font color="#333333">&#187; Will save!

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Darn.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">The dragon's long tail SLAMS into the wall, shaking the whole chamber, and sending the scattered floating musical gems spiralling and twittering like confused birds. Smoke begins to rise from the dragon's nostrils as he bellows, &quot;DO YOU NOT REALIZE THE THREAT TO YOUR VERY SOUL AND THE WORLD YOU ARE COURTING, BOY?&quot; You're shaken for &#171; &#160;4d6 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; rounds.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl takes one step back. Congrats. That's more than Salishea got.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The Beatles are not appropriate music for an angry dragon, Winamp. |D;;;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi actually ducks, and hisses at Sszeyl. &quot;Lords you batshit drow! Stop pissing off the dragon!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl narrows his eyes, but lets the Dragon vent, unless he is clearly looking for a response.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+35 = 7 + 35 = 42&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; touch attack, &#171;  &#160;1d20+45 = 9 + 45 = 54&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Grapple -- Kerishorak's neck snaps out and he grabs Sszeyl's wraps in his teeth, hoisting him into the air, and beginning to walk out through the portal with him. The dragon's breath is uncomfortably searing and smoky on the drow's skin. &quot;Clearly you didn't pay any attention last time,&quot; he growls through his clenched teeth.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;There is a reason I called Vargachixeniejir's voice his most dangerous weapon.&quot; Following, Tathi?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She scampers along behind. SHe half wonders if she should have gotten Sszeyl to fill out his will beforehand.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">Might want to duck occasionally, the dragon's tail is still lashing, and he whacks it on the wall at intervals to turn on lights and move walls to make room.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">He leads the way into the arcane laboratory that Sszeyl might recognize from his first visit to the lair. Yep, the stuffed crocodile's still floating through the air, as Sszeyl dangles by his wraps from the angry dragon's teeth. ... Yeesh, might need to repair those afterward, you're not entirely sure if they're burning or it's just the dragon venting.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Hey! Still back here! Watch the butt accessories please!&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mmph?&quot; The dragon's head swivels around, making the drow bobble a bit in midair. He peers at Tathi a bit.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She stares crossly up at the dragon.. and then points at his tail. &quot;That is considered a dangerous weapon, unless you forgot!&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">Ptu. The drow is dropped rather unceremoniously on the floor from about six feet up. &quot;... I have to say, miss... Tathi, was it?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">And cartwheel onto feet. =3=

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yes, that's me.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;That may be the first time in my four-hundred eighty-nine years that I have ever heard a tail referred to as a 'butt accessory.'&quot; =3= The dragon chuckles a bit, though very deliberately places a taloned claw near Sszeyl in case he gets any ideas.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">*taloned paw

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well that's what it is!&quot; She announces, crossing her arms.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">The dragon grins a bit, before whipping his head back around toward Sszeyl. &quot;Now you.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you think Vargachixeniejir managed to live a thousand years and subjugate thousands of people and beasts though might alone?&quot; &gt;8|

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Well, given he was, until recently, quite mentally damaged, I wouldn't know. But I suppose not.&quot;

* Kerishorak nods. &quot;A masterful manipulator. Never take anything he says at its face value, little one. Do you understand? More than anything at this moment, I believe he would love to rip our seals to shreds, kill you, and continue his plans toward lichdom and thousands more years of terror and death.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl blinks once.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Has the...I believe the vernacular is 'memo' gotten to you yet?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Concerning the specific mechanics of how the oversoul thing works.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">The dragon sighs, exhaling a plume of smoke. &quot;Clearly you believe yourself to know more than one who has observed the system scientifically and studied it, but continue while I prepare the repair mechanisms.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;The oversoul departs the body several seconds before impending death, to enter the etheral plane and find a new body to incarnate into.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Thus they have never actually died.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;So when mine decides to pull out, Vargie will have a window to control this shell and possibly save it; thus having a host, and not being immediately outted as a zombie.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">Nnnnnnnnnot the right thing to say, Sszeyl. |D;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Sszeyl.. come on.. you're talking to a dragon who's older than your order, probably.. I'd think HE would be the one to know what's what. Unless it's about elves of course, then I'll run circles around him and his butt accessory.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... So, no matter what we do, you will allow him to continue on his path with your own body as a shell?&quot; &gt;8| Maaaaybe you should have taken someone with Diplomacy along. ^^;;;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Allow?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I do not -make- the rules on how this oversoul works. It has made it clear that -I don't actually exist- yet. I have no say in when it choses to leave.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;''You exist. You are in command over your body, not the oversoul, and certainly not your soul parasite unless you allow it to happen by destroying the boundaries meant to keep you and everyone else safe!''&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I understand the last part. I will be more vigilant with the seals.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;But I have seen what awaits the Red in the five-headed-dragon's realm. He does not deserve that. I will continue to try and turn him toward a... less harsh afterlife.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;You are lucky I am not Salishea,&quot; the dragon rumbles, running his claws over a glowing stone sphere in complex patterns. Clickscrch-scrape-clackascratch.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi watches intently. Spellcraft!?

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I'm sure Nathkokakospirithion (did I get that right) also disagrees.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nathokokasprithion.&quot; The dragon huffs, anothe plume of smoke escaping into the air. &quot;Older gold dragons always have such silly long names. The fashion comes and goes.&quot; You can roll Spellcraft if you like, though the symbols on the sphere are floating by awfully quickly.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did you at least use the sealing agent I sent?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 8 + 18 = 26&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; spellcraft! -5 if its necromancy or illusion, +2 if it's evocation!

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">Looks like a crafting array.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;While he's doing this, you may want to pitch the thing about Purple Worms, Tathi.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I'm fairly certain he's in no mood to hear it from me.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I'm fairly certain he's not in the mood to hear anything about a pair of dozens of tons heavy purple worms right now thanks to you..&quot; She says dejectedly.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sszeyl. Sealing agent, did you use it? It was labeled 'glue.'&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Did you say purple worms? Where?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;What Glue?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Well look who was totally wrong, -Tathi-.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi's eyebrows raise.. and then she smirks. &quot;Two of them, beneath YOriever. There's a third, but it's fiend blooded so we're writing them off. We're looking for someone to help sell the goods off... oooorrr buy them even.&quot;


 * Kerishorak sighs. &quot;Well, that means this has about a 30% chance now of locking you in stasis for two days.&quot; Clickaclickaclack.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;That's okay.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I don't need to eat or sleep.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I'll just play count the air molecules again.&quot;

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yoriver, ah yes, what was your business there again?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Uprising.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Local power figure was using Hextorian cultists and devils to usurp power, while trying to pass them off as holy figures.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#333333">&quot;Hate it when that happens.&quot; &quot;Always so messy.&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( and it's bed time for me as I get up at 430. :\ ))

Meany:<font color="#333333">Durn.

Kerishorak:<font color="#000000">&quot;Make yourself comfortable, Sszeyl, and -- do try to hold still.&quot; Two long crystalline needles, tips glowing with arcane energy, float down from the ceiling as Kerishorak plucks a pair of dragon-sized goggles down from the air. &quot;Is that what it was? Truly a shame. If only they were a little more educated, maybe it wouldn't have happened...&quot; Aaaand we can cut off there to pick up later? {:3

Meany:<font color="#333333">Ghost, while you're here.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Want a log of Tech's game tomorrow?

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( no thanks. :3 ))

Meany:<font color="#333333">Kay.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Didn't matter if they were educated; the count, I think, was actively killing off the people who could recognize them.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( I'm good to fade to black here if you want. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sure sure. We could pick up either next session with their return, or in a mini-session later this week if you like. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii gotta admit I didn't expect Sszeyl to set Kerishorak off that badly. |D;;;;

Meany:<font color="#333333">...I have games starting tomorrow, and continuing until next wednesday.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Shit. |D

Meany:<font color="#333333">Also yeah.

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( g'night! ))

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

Meany:<font color="#333333">Ta.

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