Session 44.5

Drayco has connected.

Meany has connected.

Drayco2 has connected.

Meany:Loadin' loadin' loadin'.

Liatai:I have a recent Sszeyl, just give me a few minutes to move people to where they would be. :3

Drayco:Huh... I should pay more attention to the desktop...

Drayco2 is disconnected.

Meany:Yo.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Yoyoyo.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Sorry, loading just finished. |D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There you go, Meany, have a Sszeyl. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Whenever you're ready. :3

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Gotcha.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Tromp tromp tromp tromp. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It is the day after the failed Helvirahel attack on Guardian HQ... You're welcome to come in. :3

* Sszeyl appears. &quot;Hello again.&quot;

Papa:<font color="#000000">&quot;Woof!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Apples and pettings for Papa.

Papa:<font color="#000000">Thank you for your kind tribute. :3

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, and here you are. Good day, Sszeyl.&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Please, come in.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Hello, Sir Torris.&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;One R, if you please.&quot; |3 /OOC

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Sorry, it's the natural urge to roll the r's. =3=&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;My grandson tells me that you had a matter to discuss with me... regarding unusual visions, I believe.&quot;

Brian:<font color="#000000">&quot; -- right, the tea. I'd almost forgotten. Excuse me.&quot; Brian heads upstairs for a moment, returning with a mug of the same tea Sszeyl had yesterday.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Yes...very disturbing visions, that are manifesting slightly now.&quot;

* Brian offers the tea.

* Sszeyl takes with thanks. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Sip.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;When I say manifest...I mean.&quot; He holds out one hand, which is violently twitching, the digits working of their own accord.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Would you care to sit and describe them to me?&quot; The old man stands slowly, making his way toward the front of the counter... and that's when Old Red gets the scent of it. It was distant before, but the scent is unmistakeable now. Dragon. Gold dragon. The Healer. The Warder. Nathokokasprithion.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Crash.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">The teacup is dropped as the twitching hand lashes out, to be caught by the other one and held back.

Drayco:<font color="#660099">...I'm GM, I don't need audience.

Drayco:<font color="#660099">I SEE ALL AND KNOW MOST.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;In all accounts, there is a burning hatred. Anger so great that it would biologically kill me to experience it myself.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;As right now, I am overcome with the desire to strangle you....Please step back?&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">The old man raises an eyebrow, but currently stays where he is. &quot;Do these visions give any clues as to the source of this anger?&quot; His voice is calm, level, and soothing... except possibly to Old Red.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I have seen...fire.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Huge fire, so great it reaches across the horizon.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Dragons, fighting me while I am also a dragon.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;The simple joy of flying...the searing pride of eggs nearing hatching.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;And Salishea.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;A tiny little copper dragon...so weak and yet she murdered me!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Uhoh.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Eyes are turning more and more red, as the Drow holds his temples.

Sszeyl:<b><font color="#8B4500">&quot;That weak, miserable little thing murdered me!&quot;

</b>Liatai:<font color="#000000">One moment...

Sszeyl:<b><font color="#8B4500">&quot;Me! A great name before she was a twinkle in some wretch's eyes!&quot;

</b>Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Waiting. ))

Drayco:<font color="#660099">He oughta be glad it wasn't anything WORSE...

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Silver hacthlings have an ECL of 11.

Drayco:<font color="#660099">I think their Alter Self has something to do with it, though...

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( :45 Lia, you lagging? ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No, trying to think of how to word this.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Ah. ))

* Nathaniel Toris 's eyebrow had steadily been rising at that... before he draws himself up to his full height, looking the drow in the eye. His voice takes on a deep resonance that speaks of great power and age as he intones one word... or perhaps it's a name. &quot;Vargachixeniejir.&quot;

Sszeyl:<b><font color="#8B4500">&quot;Nathokokasprithion.&quot;

</b>Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">The drow's hands fall away, and he looks much more relaxed, with a wicked grin, and shining red eyes growing orange.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">He begins to speak in Draconic... &quot;'''This behavior does not become you, be you spirit or figment implanted into this boy. Your time has passed.'''&quot;

Sszeyl:<b><font color="#8B4500">&quot;Your witch Salishea bound me to this long dead carcass and gave it new life.&quot;

</b>Papa:<font color="#000000">The other Torises in the room seem to tense, eyes locked on the drow.

Sszeyl:<b><font color="#8B4500">&quot;Take it up with her.&quot;

</b>Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Also in Draconic. =3=;;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;'''Even if Salishea possessed such abilities, she is not to blame for your current behavior. You are dead, Vargachixeniejir. This is merely a shadow, a figment. It is not your time.'''&quot;

Sszeyl:<b><font color="#8B4500">&quot;It is now.&quot;

</b>Sszeyl:<b><font color="#8B4500">&quot;That fool half-thing could not bind me as his lord did, and now I have ground a permanent hole into this carcass' false mind.&quot;

</b>Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">He holds a hand up, which begins to arch lightning.

Sszeyl:<b><font color="#8B4500">&quot;Which reminds me...&quot;

</b>* Sszeyl attempts to lash out with this lightning'd hand at Nathaniel. &gt;8O

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">Suddenly, the man's hand snaps out to Sszeyl's wrist -- and good gods that grip. His eyes begin to glow golden, and waves of power seem to slough off him... You know how it feels when Thomas is using holy power?

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">Multiply that by a good ten to twenty times. The lightning crackles and fizzles away.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">A low hisss at this.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;'''Perhaps. Perhaps some figment of you is within the boy's mind. But consider this, Vargachixeniejir.'''&quot;

Nathokokasprithion:<b><font color="#000000">&quot;You are dead, having died nearly a century ago, and yet still maintain some semblance of life. This classifies you as one of the undead. And I am certain you remember full well the power that the servants of the gods command over the undead.&quot;

</b>Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">The drow bares fang at the old man, but his eyes are slowly changing back to red.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I will be free, Nathokokasprithion.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;When you are not there to force me back.&quot;

* Sszeyl slumps.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">The old man remains silent, steadying Sszeyl.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I apologize for not being able to stop him.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;But he would have let the rage induce cardiac arrest to force me back if I had gained more ground.&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">The old man gives a tight smile, leading Sszeyl over to the chair behind the desk. &quot;No, it is I who must apologize.&quot;

* Sszeyl allows this.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;How long have these visions been plaguing you, Sszeyl?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Since about the time I saw a dragon in what would become my fireplace.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;So...a couple of weeks.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... you know, it's funny, in a way. ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I actually only intended that to be foreshadowing for the School of Four Beasts. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( So did I. :B ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Hence the 'I understand.' After the Swallow appears. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( But it was too good a point to pass up. ))

* Nathaniel Toris nods. &quot;Stay seated for a few more moments. You've had quite an ordeal.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Very well.&quot;

* Sszeyl holds his head, and rubs the temples a bit.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Will you be in Castleton, or nearby, in about three days?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Blackthorn.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Is that the town? ^^; ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Or is it blackwood? ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Blackwood. x3

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">blackwood*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Though Blackthorn is the Pokemon city where the dragon trainers are, so it's not a bad Freudian slip. XD

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;We're going to Blackwood to capture a witch.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( :P ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( brb ))

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then I will send it there to have it waiting for you. Given three days, I will be able to craft you an amulet to reduce the severity and frequency of the visions.&quot;

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Blackthron City gym with... What's her name...

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

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Gives Dragonbreath TM.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Her Kingdra was a beast.

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Fairly powerful move.

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Water + Dragon. They ARE Beasts.

* Liatai has fond memories of a Lugia with Dragonbreath... :3

* Drayco has fonders ones of Aerobeam.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was an idiot in my Silver game and got rid of Aeroblast for Fly. ^^; I didn't think at the time it was as useful.

Drayco:<font color="#660099">...

* Drayco beans Liatai with a Pokeball.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was in my early teens at the time, understand XD

Drayco:<font color="#660099">I saw the movie.

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Like HELL I was getting rid of THAT...

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Looked like Hyperbeam's older brother...

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Back. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Still. Recover, Fly, Psychic, and Dragonbreath... That Lugia was a powerhouse. Good memories... I think I trained it up to level 97 from 40, and it regularly took out Level 100's...

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;...Thank you...&quot;

Drayco:<font color="#660099">What -I- regret is tossing Rainy Day on my Lampras...

Drayco:<font color="#660099">...Evolved form of Mareep?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I remember one time my friend pitted her level 100 Lugia against my level 97... too bad that battle never resolved, we ran out of time.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ampharos? Flaafy?

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;And before you ask, I don't know what you said to it...but I was allowed some information that I don't know if it shared with you.&quot;

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Ah, that one.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Mareep&gt;Flaafy&gt;Ampharos. ))

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;...?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( I remember because it's reversed of real life. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Mareep is a sheep, but Ampharos is a lamb. ))

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Ampharos is a giant, bald thing.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Yep. Look it up on Bulbapedia. ))

Drayco:<font color="#660099">And is damn good at electric attacks.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Comescu, a half orc of some importance of the military.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;It fought with it at some point, I cannot recall. People died.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">to the military*

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">He fought with it*

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;And...Ebonwood. Ebonwood lied to it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;It was so angry, it nearly killed him with a spell, but he forced it out.&quot;

* Nathaniel Toris simply listens calmly.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;...A spell.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;A spell in a book Ebonwood has with him.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;That's how it got out.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I was forced to read a spell Ebonwood had with him, and that's how it got into me.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;But..it remembers Zilvudar...so much hate for him.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;So confused.&quot; x-x

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Rub rub rub.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brian, perhaps a cup of the restorative tonic, if you would.&quot;

Brian:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Yes, Grandfather.&quot; Brian seems to snap out of deep thought before heading upstairs.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who is this Ebonwood?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Half-elf. He runs a magic items shop.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;There is more to tell, but he would be upset if I shared it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;You'll need to ask him yourself. ...I'm sorry.&quot;

* Nathaniel Toris nods. &quot;Do you have the address of the shop?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Yes...It's-&quot; Rattle off le address.

* Brian returns with a warm mug of some strongly spiced liquid.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I'll of course pay for the broken cup. &gt;&gt;&quot;

* Sszeyl accepts with thanks. Sip.

* Nathaniel Toris chuckles. &quot;Pay it no mind.&quot;

* Brian is already kneeling by the spill and muttering a spell-phrase... The cup restores itself, and he places it on a shelf.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Handy. :.&quot;

* Nathaniel Toris nods. &quot;Devoting oneself to the gods has quite a number of... what is it the youth say nowadays, 'perks?'&quot; |3

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Pettings and apples for Papa. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I see.&quot;

* Papa ignores the apples for now, leaning on Sszeyl, offering fluffy support.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;It...it wasn't going to kill you...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;It was going to stun you...and make a break for where you kept the children....so much hate.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Pet pet sip.

Max:<font color="#000000">&quot;It would have had a difficult time of that.&quot; |3

Tharky:<font color="#000000">Knock knock knock. &quot;Torises? Everything all right in there?&quot;

* Nathaniel Toris glances to Sszeyl. &quot;How are you feeling?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;The dragon had difficulty controling it's rage enough to not kill itself and me...need to catch my breath.&quot;

* Nathaniel Toris nods.

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Five to ten more minutes, Tharkiel.&quot;

Tharky:<font color="#000000">&quot;All right.&quot; And you can hear footsteps walking away from the front door.

* Sszeyl looks up at Nathaniel.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I'm not insane, right? That wans't some elaborate delusion?&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sanity, in this world, is relative, it's said. But to answer your question in the manner you intended...&quot;

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, you are sane. And it is my hope that you stay that way for the rest of your days.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Thank you.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Anything else? :3 ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Where did that rug come from? |o ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">If you didn't have anything, would you mind timeskipping to a few minutes later, when Tharky's checking back in? :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Which rug?

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( The blue one. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Not at all. :3 ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's always been there. ^^;

Tharky:<font color="#000000">Knock knock knock. &quot;Torises? How fares it now?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( =3= ))

* Nathaniel Toris looks to Sszeyl with an inquisitive glance.

* Sszeyl is more calm now. =3=

Nathaniel Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;The weather is fair, Tharkiel.&quot;

Tharky:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, I'll be back in a few.&quot;

Tharky:<font color="#000000">A few minutes later, a storyteller enters, followed by a collie and three children.

Terri:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Mr. Sszeyl! What're you doing here?&quot; :O

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Medical consultation. ^^;&quot;

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;A-are you okay now...?&quot;

* Sszeyl glances to Nathaniel... &quot;I think so?&quot;

Ian Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Vira, if Grandfather was tending to him, I have little doubt that he is still suffering unduly from a malady.&quot; ^^

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*that he is not

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;Um... th-then if you're here, um... if you're not busy... d-do you wanna do some chalk drawing?&quot;

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">o////o;;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Sure. ^^;&quot;

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">!

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;R-really?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Sure. :3&quot;

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;O... okay! I'll go get the chalks...!&quot; ^^

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Would your siblings like to join us? :o&quot;

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;We gotta go outside, though...&quot; Vira returns with an armful of multicolored chalk sticks.

Terri:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll go, I'll go!&quot; :D

Brian:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I may as well.&quot;

Papa:<font color="#000000">Woof!

* Vira Toris hands Sszeyl a piece of chalk.

* Sszeyl takes with thanks.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Oh, red. How nice. :3&quot;

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's really easy... it doesn't last long, though. You just find a flat... or kinda flat... piece of the street, an'... you draw.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Okay.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;This reminds me of a game that young frescoers would play at home. :o&quot;

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

You whisper to TMG: Tharky: Knock knock knock. &quot;Torises? How fares it now?&quot; Sszeyl: (( =3= )) * Nathaniel Toris looks to Sszeyl with an inquisitive glance. * Sszeyl is more calm now. =3= Nathaniel Toris: &quot;The weather is fair, Tharkiel.&quot; Tharky: &quot;Right, I'll be back in a few.&quot; Tharky: A few minutes later, a storyteller enters, followed by a collie and three children. Terri: &quot;-- Mr. Sszeyl! What're you doing here?&quot; :O Sszeyl: &quot;Medical consultation. ^^;&quot; Vira Toris: &quot;A-are you okay now...?&quot; * Sszeyl glances to Nathaniel... &quot;I think so?&quot; Ian Toris: &quot;Vira, if Grandfather was tending to him, I have little doubt that he is still suffering unduly from a malady.&quot; ^^ Liatai: *that he is not Vira Toris: &quot;Um... th-then if you're here, um... if you're not busy... d-do you wanna do some chalk drawing?&quot; Vira Toris: o////o;; Sszeyl: &quot;Sure. ^^;&quot; Vira Toris: ! Vira Toris: &quot;R-really?&quot; Sszeyl: &quot;Sure. :3&quot; Vira Toris: &quot;O... okay! I'll go get the chalks...!&quot; ^^ Sszeyl: &quot;Would your siblings like to join us? :o&quot; Vira Toris: &quot;We gotta go outside, though...&quot; Vira returns with an armful of multicolored chalk sticks. Terri: &quot;I'll go, I'll go!&quot; :D Brian: &quot;... I may as well.&quot; Papa: Woof! * Vira Toris hands Sszeyl a piece of chalk. * Sszeyl takes with thanks. Sszeyl: &quot;Oh, red. How nice. :3&quot; Vira Toris: &quot;It's really easy... it doesn't last long, though. You just find a flat... or kinda flat... piece of the street, an'... you draw.&quot; Sszeyl: &quot;Okay.&quot; Sszeyl: &quot;This reminds me of a game that young frescoers would play at home. :o&quot; TMG has connected.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Each person makes a totally unrelated drawing, and then later they're combined to form something unique.&quot;

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;O-oh! That sounds like fun!&quot; :O

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;It is. =3= Shall we make a chalk form?&quot;

* Brian is not drawing, just... supervising.

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

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">&quot;S-sure!&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Papa's drawing with his teeth. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( =3= ))

* Papa is providing help with shading by wagging his big floofy tail over images. =3=

Papa:<font color="#000000">That white fur is turning technicolor from chalk dust. :D

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">19

Craft check. :V

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">...Dafug

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( dafuq* ))

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">26

Craft check...

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Railock encountered this before. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( It can be fixed by putting an e: after the first bracket, with no space between the dice. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( But it's just that Drayco forgot to press a button with hosting a server. ))

Terri:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 11 + 2 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Craft check..

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( ^^; ))

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Oh sure, blame the host. :P

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( :P ))

Papa:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5-2 = 8 + 5 - 2 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Craft check.

* Sszeyl 's contribution is a red vaguely feminine figure with a sweeping dress in the midst of a spiraling dance.

* Papa seems to be having more fun making swirly technicolor patterns by smudging chalk with his tail than doing anything productive. =3=

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Also, if you'll allow me some time, I'll type up a song to teach the youngsters. :3 ))

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

Terri:<font color="#000000">Terri is drawing a stick figure man on a horse.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Pearldust Pawn Shop'Drayco:<font color="#660099">Going afk for shower.

Vira Toris:<font color="#000000">Vira is drawing an extremely detailed songbird in bright colors. &quot;Ch-chalk is kinda fun... if you do well, you put something beautiful in the world for at least a little while... an' if you don't, th-then it'll wash away in the rain after a few days, so nothing bad comes of it...&quot; ^^;

Drayco:<font color="#660099">When you guys are done, just save a log if you want and abandon the ship-I mean, server.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">All right, thanks. :D

TMG:<font color="#000000">...I can not decide who's more precious, Vira or Terri. x3

TMG:<font color="#000000">So adorrrrable!

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( I'm going to go to hell for this. ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">7

Preform singing check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Yep.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">If your check doesn't send you there first. XP

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">I'll just...take ten. =3=;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah, take ten. x3

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Sixteen, then.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">The drow leads the small peeps in a lovely little working song as they draw. ''&quot;Funk! Yeah you heard! Pay your penny, yep, we've got the throw down! Awwwwwww yeah! Oly oly oxen free, get your bodies, cause we've come to throw down! Awwwwwww yeah! Jump up and touch the sky Fall till you hit the dance floor Promise that you'll give it all you got every time we want more More More! We throw down We throwin' down, hey! We throw dowwwwwwwn We throwin' down, hey! We throw dow-ow-owwwwn Throw down! ''

* Liatai does not know this song. :.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( It's an edited form of this, when you're capless. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKymP23Luuc ))

* Terri sings along with gusto! :D

* Vira Toris is quiet and stays focused on her drawing. o///o;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( I'll macro the full version later. =3= ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Right now, this works. ))

* Brian is not sure if he approves or disapproves.

* Papa adds more swirly tail marks. =3=

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Scene? :3 ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Unless you had more to say, scene. :D

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I see where you're coming from, Vira.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I would like to experiment further, and when you're willing to try something a bit more lasting, I'll show you how to encausitc paint. :3&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Heh. This is Akellon. A dose of srs bsns, followed by adorable, a smattering of philosophy, and a dose of silly to chase it all down. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Now let's combine these!&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Scene. :3 ))

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

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Tech, you will spasm when these spoilers are brought out. =3=

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Which reminds me...

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">You're going to be sitting on this log for a while, Lia.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was thinking about that.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Until it's open enough to send to vae for formatting, then put on the wiki. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I may just give VAE an edited version of the log to put on the wiki, consisting of the chalk-drawing segment. :3

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Ah. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So if you want to save the full thing for reference, Meany, make sure you save yourself a copy. :3

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Gotcha.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Meany: Tech, you will spasm when these spoilers are brought out. =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">Orly? :o

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

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Oh so very yes.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hmm! Even Liatai concurs.

TMG:<font color="#000000">It must be good. o.o

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">It's better than those fancy chocolates from Belgium.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">With the chile in them.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ick, chile-pepper chocolate. Give me orange dark chocolate any day over that. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... though I hate peppers, so I'm biased. :B

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">:P

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh! Question.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Timeframe for this minisession? Sometime during the day after everyone wakes up in the Pelor temple after the attack?

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

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Yep.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">For that period, I will be rping Barbie some.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Because he needs love too. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And I'm sure he's got a couple of needling jabs for Edaric after the whole cat-sitting thing. XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay. Meany, save a copy of your token if you want it. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh-ho-ho-ho, changes to token properties/notes? &gt;.&gt;

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Done.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Actually, yes, there was a small change to token properties.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">I added a macro. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Just... not for PCs. XD

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">:.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hmm. I know that Sszeyl's got the dragon-in-his-head thing from the Safe Passage story, but what new has come of that I wonder...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I got sick of having to constantly look up grapple and initiative modifiers, so I stuck them on the NPC token properties. XD

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">It's in the GM notes, ain't it.

TMG:<font color="#000000">or, more rather, when it will come out--Oh. xD

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Lia, can I make a horrifically vague statement to tease him? =3=

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

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">He tried to kill the kids.

TMG:<font color="#000000">&gt;:O

TMG:<font color="#000000">Well. we'll see what happens next. ^^

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Yep. :3

TMG whispers: and at the same time, I'm sitting here giggling thinking of the irony of -my- little secret. ;3

You whisper to TMG: Seeeeecrets abound. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">All right -- oh!

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

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I meant to ask you!

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Yes'm?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What is Sszeyl's level right now, not including LA?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I think I have his SR marked wrong.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Six.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So that's 4 HD. Right, I was off. Thankee. :3

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Yerwelcome. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">All right, shall we leave the server? (Thank you, Drayco. :D )

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Aye, thankee!

* Meany poofs.

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