Session 51

Ghostwish has connected.

TMG has connected.

TMG:Well, thank you for making your password -simple- this time, though had a bit of a 'crying wolf' type problem. :/

Faerie has connected.

Liatai::B

TMG:Still gone. Seeya folks later.

Ghostwish:I know. I was greatly amused. :&gt;

Faerie:What, Thursday's password?

Meany has connected.

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">Is a Meany, and a Fae, and a Ghostwish, and an AFK Tech!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Welp. How typical.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Family's plans fell apart. Apparently, I'm not going anwhere for an extra hour like originally planned.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">I hear contention.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Nope, false alarm.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">un-gone. I guess. :B

* Liatai is confused. :.

TMG:<font color="#000000">So am I. So am I. :B

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, here's what was going on.

TMG:<font color="#000000">At -frist-, I thought me and family were just going to work on the house until 12:00 my time, at which point the parental units have somewhere else to be, and at which point I'd be free for game.

TMG:<font color="#000000">This morning, when actually going out to work on the new house, learned that at some point, we were going to detour back home to meet up with a floor inspector, and -then- me, my sister, and family were going to go out to a nearby town to deposit our checks in the bank.

TMG:<font color="#000000">It's that last part that would have taken an extra hour, and it kept getting changed and changed until it fell apart completely.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Depositing checks or floor inspector?

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">that is the last part of the sentance, isn't it? :B

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Not very clearly, it wasn't. :B

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

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So, does this mean you're free for the game now, or are there things yet to do?

TMG:<font color="#000000">I'm basically free for game now.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I see, I see. :3 Confusion cleared up!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Well, we're still waiting for Hatari, so. ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">yeah, was gonna say, still waiting on others, so I'm good until then.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">In the meantime, do the people present still want to keep control of the NPCs they chose last time, or hand them off to the DM or to other players?

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Anyone want le Flint?

* Meany keeps, then. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, making some lunch! :&gt;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">back!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Welcome back. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Me thanks. ^_^

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Avast, good sir.

* Meany harpoons.

* You roll to yourself: 1d20+7 =&gt; 16 + 7 = 23Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Hmm.

* Meany juggles tokens.

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

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">While we're waiting, does anyone want to play with some CharQuestions?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Sure, why not. :.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">CharQuestions? :&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d12 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; to decide the month...

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">March! :U

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Heh, this could be a fun one. x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&quot;How easily does your character get bored? How does she respond to boredom?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ooh, interesting...

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">I respond to boredom by painting or sketching. And it doesn't happen too often, though...

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I get bored very easily. The stereotypical elven patience tends to take quite a hit when your homeland burns down. If I don't have a new spell to study, or something to keep occupied, I suppose you could say poorly. Drinking, though Aelian seems to be trying to put a dent in that. Uphill battle, poor half-elf.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;There's always something happening in the woods, if you look close enough. Being held in a city and having nothing to do becomes a drag after a while though.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm never bored, because if nothing else, there's always a new thing to build!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I start getting irritable if I don't have a new story to chase, or a show to put on. But I always find ways to amuse myself in that case. Take now, for instance. I just left ice cubes in the elf's undergarments. Which elf? ...You know, I don't really remember. I'll wait until the shrieking starts. Funnier that way.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">I play. Could be something I know, could be improvising, could be trying to write something new, doesn't matter to me. :3 And... well, Ael says I have a short attention span, but he's got some elf in him, so I'd imagine he's a little biased. :P

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - 1F'Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - 1F'unarmored face:<font color="#000000">&quot;Downtime is a necessary thing for the physical and mental health of any mortal, myself included. But if I ever start feeling bored, it means I've slipped and I must get up and find some horror to excise from the world right away.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">If you're bored a lot in the Leaden Mace, you're not doing it right. But boredom happens between missions and patrol. I usually just end up catching a nap.

AT-4:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am unfamiliar with this concept of 'boredom'.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Never. I could practice archery, explore the woods, or just meditate. That, and my life has had a hectic pace since I met Tathi. That is both a good and a bad thing, to be honest.&quot;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - 1F'John Doe:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Humans are far too fascinating and infuriating to get bored with.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Just since Tathi? Dang, I need to up my shenanigans output. :3

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Where as you are a spark, she is a fireball.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I see what you did there..&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">... I honestly can't recall the last time I was truly bored. :.

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">All too easily. I'm far beyond all these simpletons, and must often occupy my time while the buffoons run to and fro. But, so long as I am fed earnestly, I can endure. Squeak.

Smoke:<font color="#000000">What's boredom? Is it tasty?

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Oh! Hi! I'm a puppy. ^_^

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">Tailtailtailtailtail :O

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

Hakutaku:<font color="#8B4500">I do not get bored easily, but when I do, I go out and cure some terminal illnesses.

Hakutaku:<font color="#8B4500">Then invent new ones.

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">... mm. There's always something that needs doing in the armory or some work to do in the world. But when I have downtime, I usually train or do some work making or repairing some weapons or armor.

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Also, mice. There's always a mouse around to chase. Or a rat. Speaing of which, oh Kor

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">&gt;:O

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">next question? :&gt;

GM:<font color="#000000">Here's one. &quot;Does your character usually remember his dreams?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">...huh. Never gave that one any thought...

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">....Is this a trick question?

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">What is this 'dream' thing?

Elros:<font color="#006666">In the sense of dreams that happen when you sleep? It happens sometimes, but not often.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Elves do dream, but in the sense of trance visions. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, I don't usually remember my dreams. Just a part of sleeping, isn't it?&quot;

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Eh. On and off.

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">... mm. (That's a 'yes.')

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I do! I keep a dream journal and everything. I usually try hard to remember my dreams, and I can lucid dream sometimes. It's an impressive trip, let me tell you. |D &quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">... Not usually, no. :.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - 1F'Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - 1F'Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">I try not to.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Usually only for about ten minutes after waking up. Nothing's more frustrating than dreaming up a good song and not remembering it long enough to play it out or write it down!

unarmored face:<font color="#000000">&quot;When I remember a dream, it's usually a very, very powerful one. Either an ominous nightmare of terrors from beyond, or glimpses of happiness and light. Such are ususally visions from the eternal Silver Flame.&quot;

AT-4:<font color="#000000">&quot;What is a 'dream'?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Aelian's gotten used to me playing my lute first thing in the morning, either to warm up or to try and play out some half-remembered melody.

Smoke:<font color="#000000">I'm a dog. :o

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">Tailtailtailtail oo diizy. x.x

GM:<font color="#000000">Ooooooh. This one would be fun. :3

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;How would your character's parents describe her?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">My dog dreams about barking at things. All the time. xD

TMG:<font color="#000000">He literally barks in his sleep. Crazy dog.

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">My mother is dead. I don't think you're going to be getting /her/ to describe me.

Elros:<font color="#006666">*cough*

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;As a survivor, probably.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">((I Have no idea. :O))

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">And...I haven't actually seem my father in a while. I should write him.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Dutiful son. Yeah, I know, a bard, dutiful? But that letter back home I gave Aelian wasn't the first one. I try to send them some of my adventuring earnings at least every two months with a letter. And... well, I'm the second oldest of my siblings, so that, too. :.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(parents): &quot;Oh, we're proud of our little Gnogglebolt Steelworm Ratchetrod Kaldan...Virkoth! He earned a new name, didn't he? Such a wonderful occasion, the first name he earned outside of home! But we're also very worried! His letters have been telling us of these 'adventures' he's been having, and we know him, he's been omitting details, most likely ones he thinks will disturb us. But our hearts go out to him!&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#000000">I get along very well with my father. He'd probably describe me as an apt student, since he taught me the basics of my craft. My mother... says I don't write anywhere near often enough. &gt;.&gt;;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">(father): &quot;He's a free spirit, always has been. Unfortunately, he didn't leave on the best of terms, which I am sad for. He's still troubled because of his mother, bless her soul.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Dear Mr. and Mrs. Gnogglebolt's parents. Your son has gone insane, and built a mechanical dragon which he is now flying all across the continent. Please keep your eyes open for such an object.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">(mother): &quot;Oh, my previous little Calrach! He is one of the highest points in my life, despite certain...differences. But he never writes, never cleans himself properly, always runs away! I simply do not understand it.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Precious, I assume, not previous? x3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">*precious

TMG:<font color="#000000">C and V are right next to each other. :/

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

Holdart:<font color="#000000">(parents): &quot;You know, we never really had much time for him. Always busy running our merchant business, you know. He took care of himself with his inheritance for awhile, but then he went galavanting off to Thrane. We've only seen him rarely since. He's some knight of the Silver Flame now. Can't say we approve. He insists he's not aligned with Thrane, but they still committed many atrocities during the war under the Flame. Bunch of fanatics. And now our son is one of them...maybe if we'd paid more attention to him...&quot;

AT-4:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's a '

AT-4:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's a 'parent'?&quot; or, alternatively;

AT-4:<font color="#000000">Aaren: &quot;Ahh, my prodigal, rebellious son. I have many tests yet in store for him.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">I know that they're proud of me and the work I've been doing in St. Cuthbert's church. ^^ They live in the city, so I take the time to go visit them whenever I can. When I came to Guardian headquarters that day early in the morning, I was on my way back from visiting them for breakfast.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">... shit, I think the last time I wrote to my folks was over a year ago. &gt;.&gt;;;;;;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Blackwood - Market'John Doe:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;My mother is well, although obviously a bit fretful at my latest assignment. I can only hope my father watches over me. He perished in the second taint attack.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">My father is disappointed I didn't take up the family farrier business. My older brother is better with horses, though. It's for the best. I send them some of my Leaden Mace earnings, after deducting the tithe.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Kord's blades, you're talkative today. o.o

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Mm.

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

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">Is a Hatari! :D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Gonna grab a quick snack, be back in a few. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">heya, hatari!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Herro

TMG:<font color="#000000">Game has not started, we've been doing Char Questions to pas the time

TMG:<font color="#000000">want log?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sure.

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

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

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Righto, who's ready to rock?

* GM listens to the microphone feedback echo through the empty auditorium. =w=;;;;;;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">wakka wakka wakka

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Zzz--*pop* =e=

GM:<font color="#000000">Tech, Meany?

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

GM:<font color="#000000">I'll get the recap rolling, then, while we await the Meanster. :3

GM:<font color="#000000">Last time on Akellon...

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

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

</i>GM:<font color="#000000">... well, that explains the silence. :B

* Thomas Lazarus charges defibrilator. =3=

GM:<font color="#000000">The Guardians and allies began their infiltration of Castle Osyluth through a narrow tunnel that led to an area near the moat, post-swan-bridge-crossing.

* Meany appears.

GM:<font color="#000000">A quartet of secret doors were found, and one was opened leading to a room full of -- shock! Horror! Dishwashing! D: GM:<font color="#000000">The skeleton maids were quickly put to rest, but the sounds of their undoing alerted a seemingly very polite necromancer ghoul. The group made short work of him.

GM:<font color="#000000">Now we join the group just after they ascended the stairs to the ground floor of the castle...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Also, just as a warning. I am using HughesNet. So I may lag. ^^;

GM:<font color="#000000">Take it away!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Our most formidable foe yet. KEYRING. &gt;:O

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I think this door is unlocked, Brother Lazarus.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;This one looks locked, though.&quot; Jiggle, jiggle the door knob.

* Thomas Lazarus slides the keyring behind the wrist of his left gauntlet. &quot;Of course.&quot; &gt;.&gt;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;There's a locked one down here, but let's try the unlocked ones first.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... you know, it's weird, thinking about it. That ghoul... why did he call out to us?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;He had the keys to the door. He could have locked us in and buffed himself up.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whatever door we pick, let's just move as quickly as possible....&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">And I always forget.. which puppy is technically Aelian's and which is technically Tathi's?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Huh? What do you mean?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tavia is Aelian's. x3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just seems weird, that's all.&quot; :.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I have expect that, in her arrogance, the necromancer wants us to reach her.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Mm.. well. The master is a psychopath. We should not assume there is necessarily a rhyme or reason to anything we find here.&quot; He braces up his shield, and then opens the door.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt rubs his forehead, exasperated. &quot;Well, at least that gives us something to use against her...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;You're of course assuming that there isn't.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Uhg.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He keeps his blunderbuss at the ready.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What the--&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">:|

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks at the...hall of doors.

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi has a flat expression on her face as she says &quot;Doors. So many doors. Some sort of holding area?&quot;

Kor:<font color="#8B4500">Well, this is akward.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Call me crazy, but I somehow doubt that any of these lead to the next staircase.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Levers, you say.&quot;

Kor:<font color="#8B4500">I don't know how I got ownership.

Kor:<font color="#8B4500">But this is morbidly amusing. :B

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">You're not me. You're just some wannabe imposter. Now shoo before I eat your shoes!

* Thomas Lazarus squints. Darn human vision. :9

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Nine levers. Nine doors.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Should we try one of the other doors?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;No. Let's try one of the levers.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;You try, I'm going to keep up with Tom. :B&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Could perhaps the levers operate the doors?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--Just hold your horses, Gnogglebolt. We heard people had gone missing around here. This is starting to look like a jail.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I believe that is the intent. Let's try one lever.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't think any of these lead to where we want to go...&quot; Gnogglebolt dips his head, but then perks back up when Thomas speaks again.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I...did not think of that. I am ashamed of myself.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Afk 2 shakes ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;We won't know until we try.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah yeah, enough with your moping and self-pity. Calrach says, deliberately bumping Gnogglebolt as he passes.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Indeed. We have no other way of knowing.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...nothing any simpler, at least.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... so. Which one?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Isn't seven a lucky number?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If we're going to investigate this, let's do it right. One by one, startign with the first.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus steps over, and lingers by the 'first' door. Or perhaps the last door. It remains to be seen.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lever number 1, coming up. Get ready.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">K-chunk!

* Thomas Lazarus does just that! Full defense!

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros looks around, to see which door just opened.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt stands by, blunderbuss at the ready, just in case.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Looks to be the very first one in the room that just opened.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Hey! I think it's the one way down there.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Figures.&quot; His guard lowers.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Skeletons..&quot;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Oh, hell&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Ezer! Save yourself! ))

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Seems like an odd place to keep them.&quot;

Maid Skeleton 2:<font color="#000000">Three maid skeletons trundle out of the door. :.

* Thomas Lazarus looks to the end of the hallway with a casual frown.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Alright.. I have a different idea.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If there are living people behind the doors, perhaps they will respond to our voices.&quot;

Maid Skeleton 2:<font color="#000000">Do we all want to roll initiative, or just let the three people in the rear take care of the maids?

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;What if there's another one lie that ghoul-guy?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">This may be a bit silly, but...DM, are these doors solid, or do that yave windows in them?

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

* Thomas Lazarus walks towards the maids. &quot;I'm not sure.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">hang on, are the skeletons looking hostile?

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

* Thomas Lazarus doesn't afraid of any maid, living or otherwise. &gt;:|

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 5 + 2 = 7&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Dex check!

Maid Skeleton 2:<font color="#000000">Seems the ghoul wasn't lying about them being released. They lunge for Elros, Ezer, and -- suddenly cleric. o.o

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( If I jumped the gun, feel free to throw me back. x3 ))

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;You, gimme your morningstar.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 6 + 3 = 9&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; init, if we're going to be doing this. Looks like Tom has a plan though, so...maybe not.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wha--I...&quot;

Maid Skeleton 2:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 11 + 5 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; init rolls.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gimme!&quot; Calrach sntaches Gnogglebolt's morningstar.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( I thought we were skipping it for a moment. :B &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13&#160; <font color="#ff0000">&#187; ))

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Init: &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 17 + 2 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+floor((dexterity-10)/2) = 2 + floor((17 - 10) / 2) = 5&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; initiative!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 12 + 5 = 17&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; initiative!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Please set your own if you would! :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Priest, they're just peanuts! Keep on the doors, I'll handle them!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus looks over his shoulder. &quot;...&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;They look more like maids than peanuts to me.&quot; :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach catches the glance. &quot;Tougher than I look, remember!&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 18 + 1 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 8 + 3 = 11&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">why's -everyone- doing init?

TMG:<font color="#000000">We don't need everyone for three 1-hd skeletons. o.o

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">To annoy you.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;As you wish. We should probably not go throwing open more doors before the lasts trouble is mopped up, though.&quot;

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( :B ))

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

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( Afk, sacred canine dudty. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">In case more trouble happens when the doors are opened.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I rather don't think they aim to let me go about my business, though.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(tell me whwen I can have Calrach run towards the skeletons.

* Thomas Lazarus lost init. ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Roll init for Gnogglebolt, then I'll tell you.

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 2 + 2 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tech?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I forgot about you, Skar. D: Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( :B ))

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Fine. :B &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 10 + 1 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Do you want to keep control of Landon, or give him to the DM or someone else?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I certainly don't mind having multiple pieces in combat. It just slipped my mind to roll his init. x3

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Go ahead, Calrach!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I actually just figured, since they're ornery 1 HD maids, we would just resolve the battle as a blowout. But who knows. They might get some lucky claws or broom swats. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That's the only reason I asked for init. x3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach charges forward, full run.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">To see if they would get a claw in before getting dusted. x3

TMG:<font color="#000000">hatari; that's what I was thinking, too...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Seems they won't. Go ahead!

Maid Skeleton 2:<font color="#000000">The skeletons hold their brooms menacingly! &gt;:| You gonna get cleaned!

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...I have seen far more menacing things.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Well. Brother Flint? When we've 'freed' these servants, perhaps we'll try calling out before opening the second door.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Calrach, go ahead again if you want. x3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Odd. Tathi is 5 but still ahead of the skeletons?

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;The outfits from a gentleman's club don't help either.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sounds like a plan.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus sweatdrops.

* Thomas Lazarus keeps his weapon drawn, but leaves things to the halfling for now.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... actually, just thought of something. They might be gagged. Smoke? Ready to go to work?&quot;

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Work? :D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;True..&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tech?

TMG:<font color="#000000">hmm?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Calrach can go again.

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh, really? o.o got init open, but can't see anything...okay

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach moves forward again, with Gnogglebolt's morningstar,, and readies himself in case they come for him first.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros, meanwhile, is in the back, patiently awaiting his turn.

* Thomas Lazarus has rested the tip of his sword on the floor, for the moment.

Maid Skeleton 2:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+1 = 11 + 1 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+1 = 6 + 1 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Maid Skeleton 2:<font color="#000000">All of their broom-bops miss.

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

* Thomas Lazarus just narrows his eyes ever-so-slightly. &quot;...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach nimbly doges all the broom-swings, and starts laughing as he returns the favor.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I fail to understand why she thought she needed to murder her servants in the first place. This is a mockery of their existance. A slightly more perturbing one than is usually the case for undead.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">on Maid 6, double-handed morningstar swing! &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 2 + 6 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">but unfortunately, he trips.

Maid Skeleton 6:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 5 + 1 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+1 = 15 + 1 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Maid Skeleton 6:<font color="#000000">Whiff whiff whiff.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He swings again! &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 10 + 6 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Maid Skeleton 6:<font color="#000000">Crack!

Elros:<font color="#006666">They're skeletons. You expect them to aim well why?

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Two-handed morningstar damage! &#171; &#160;1d6+4 = 3 + 4 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">(on maid 6)

Maid Skeleton 1:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Maid Skeleton 1:<font color="#000000">Whiff whiff.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach, despite his small size, -smashes- thrugh one skeleton in a single, powerful swing.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He starts laughing and swings again at another. &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 18 + 6 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Well done!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Damage! &#171; &#160;1d6+4 = 3 + 4 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">#2

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Calrach has +4 strength? :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">he's two-handed swinging.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">s +3 str. ;)

TMG:<font color="#000000">*so

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Unfortunate as it is, there are benefits necromancers say they can see in undead servants over living ones. Complete obedience, never needing to eat or sleep... It's not the first time we've seen undead being used as maintenence workers.&quot;

Maid Skeleton 1:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 5 + 1 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Maid Skeleton 1:<font color="#000000">Whiff. =3=;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not a chance, bones!&quot; Return fire: &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 1 + 6 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Maid Skeleton 1:<font color="#000000">Ha-HA!

Maid Skeleton 1:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 17 + 1 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">That maid's broom actually hits Calrach in his chest, but he's utterly unfazed by it.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Return swing! &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 10 + 6 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">And damage: &#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 1 + 4 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Maid Skeleton 1:<font color="#000000">And the last one falls apart.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach flourishes the morningstar, leaning it on his shoulder, and turning back to the others.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Told ya I was tougher than I look. Didn't I tell ya?&quot; He's grinning widely.

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Oh, well then, I guess that's over with. Now, if there are any living people in the others...are these doors soundproofed?&quot; &gt;.&gt;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So I see.&quot;

* Landon Skar doesn't look terribly impressed.

* Thomas Lazarus takes a peek into the unbarred room.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hmm.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ready, Smoke? Seek.&quot;

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Oh boy! :D

* Thomas Lazarus looks as though he's about to knock on the second door, but pauses. An expert is on the job!

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Hi. :D

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Scritch. |3

* Smoke barks at this one...

* Smoke barks at this one...

* Smoke growls at this one.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hmmm.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;So that's three occupied.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I assume barks mean people and growls mean trouble..&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Haven't taught Smoke to differentiate between people and trouble yet.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;A noise just means there's something there.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, that at least narrows things down.&quot;

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Did I do good? Huh? :D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;'Something' is enough for me. I'm not putting a lot of hope into her prisoners even being alive. But it's our duty to try regardless.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Just a minute.&quot;

* Flint Carthan pats and gives Smoke a treat.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm ready, brother.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 14 + 5 = 19&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Listen check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 6 + 5 = 11&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Listen check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 15 + 5 = 20&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Listen check!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Where and for what?

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( For the three doors, any shambling noises. ))

You whisper to Meany: You hear rattling bones from behind the closest one to you.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which one? Keep going in order?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, which door first?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm. Four.&quot;

* Flint Carthan pulls lever number four.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Although if there's nothing in them.. might as well throw open two and three while you're at it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Bones behind that one.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach stands behind Thomas at door #4

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">K-chunk!

* Sszeyl points at #9.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... that was number four?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Something in there.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus blinks and looks west. &quot;?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Huzzabuwha?&quot;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;What the--&quot;

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Sniff sniff :o

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;What, what is it?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Combat stations. :U&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi gang walks over to have a look.. and Tathi herself tenses up immediately.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;It's some sort of lizard.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Bigger than Mr. Giggles.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Is that.. a wyvern?&quot; What knowledge check would be needed to identify it?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's going...oh, geeze!&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 16 + 17 = 33&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Knowledge Arcana!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach tosses Gnogglebolt's morningstar back, and brings out his own spear.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yep, that's a wyvern... but something seems off. It's dragging its tail and wing-claws along the ground.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Knowledge: Religion &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 17 + 7 = 24&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &gt;:.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Undead. I'm thinking. Knowledge religion to identify?

Duchess:<font color="#000000">Thomas covered it nicely. :3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">OH YAH WELL

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; knowledge religion!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">....

Duchess:<font color="#000000">Seems Mr. Giggles isn't the only exquisitely well-preserved zombie in the castle.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">All of my hate, Hatari. All of my hate.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 10 + 8 = 18&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Knowledge Religion check.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Naturally, it's Damned.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Huh?&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Shall we kill it, then?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Gyah. Lovely. The general theme of zombies is that the bigger they are the nastier they are.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Lucky, in a way. I'm not sure we could take such a beast were it alive.&quot;

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... hold on, just a moment. It doesn't seem to have noticed us.&quot;

* Sszeyl moves slightly.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait, can it even fit over here?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I for one am not pleased with the idea of letting it continue to exist.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;There's...something.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And if it -can-, then we can let it come to us, where it will be bottled up and we all can unload on it.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Wait a second.. what is that wall?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;A wood mirror?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...if it cannot fit through the door, perhaps we ought to explore an alternate route?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 19 + 17 = 36&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Knowledge Arcana!

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...what madness is a wood mirror? Wood isn't reflective.&quot;\

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Beyond the wall, at the end of some carpet...there's what looks to be a wooden mirror on the wall.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That would be an effect very similar to a wall spell. A wall of force, perhaps?

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;And a mirror that reflects only wood would be slightly useless.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Someone knew some powerful wizards and had money to burn, it seems.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;....&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Are all of you retarded?&quot; Tathi asks in a flat, insulting tone.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;It's a wooden door. Highly polished.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Didn't say a thing. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Well.&quot; He enters boldly.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I am more curious as to what is right front of us.. this.. see through barrier.&quot;

* Elros is just reacting to Sszeyl. &gt;.&gt;

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

* Thomas Lazarus taps a greave on the green growth briefly.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, don't -touch- it...&quot;

Duchess:<font color="#000000">The creature swings its head slowly around... and soundlessly opens its mouth as if to roar and throws itself against the barrier! Clonk.

* Thomas Lazarus tenses a bit, but doesn't go off the handle. &quot;...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Ah, so it must be aware of us now.&quot; She says, backing up a bit. Did my knowledge arcana roll get anything on that crazy barrier

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Hmph.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt tenses up, too. &quot;...Well, at least we know it can't get through the barrier.&quot;

Duchess:<font color="#000000">It continues to make sounds like someone hitting a sheet of plexiglass as it keeps trying to break through.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">.. .Ghost, I told you all about the barrier. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Wall of force, silly.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's, uh, close the door. I don't trust this magic thing holding up.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The green growth is fake grass.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Tathi, how can you even tell it's a door? I see no hinges. :/&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;In just a moment.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus approaches the barrier. He doesn't touch it. He looks around inside the other room through it. Or tries, around the angry zombie.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">totally missed that, sorry.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..!!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I wanna see, i wanna see...&quot; Calrach moves in a better position.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There are more.&quot; He's looking east.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And a.. apparition.&quot; Knowledge: Religion &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 5 + 7 = 12&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No idea what it is.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Some kind of.. throne room?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;An apparition?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;By the forest.. Tathi, come have a look at this.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A black wraith?&quot; He makes room.

* Cadamon Gardner tries to see.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Ick, I see it.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 7 + 5 = 12&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; knowledge religion!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">....

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">wtf hatari. XP

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 5 + 7 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">OKAY SERIOUSLY?

TMG:<font color="#000000">What the hell! xD

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..In any case, two wyverns and a ghost would be a fierce battle.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros wonders how advisible it is to walk right up to the magic wall with an angry creature on the other side.

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">57 57 5 7 57 XD

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;But doesn't Tathi have a powerful magical item?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;From Barbarus? :.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus already established that he doesn't afraid of anything. &gt;:9

GM:<font color="#000000">Spot checks, those of you who are in the hallway.

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You are going to have to be a lot more specific.. oh. The gem of the fire elemental. What of it?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Not you, GM. ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Spot?

* You roll to yourself: 1d20+14 =&gt; 2 + 14 = 16Elros:<font color="#006666">spot &#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 13 + 11 = 24&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Spot! &#171; &#160;1d20 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: The door back toward the staircase just swung open.

You whisper to Faerie: The door back toward the staircase just swung open.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..!!!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 16 + 1 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Thomas Lazarus points east urgently!

You whisper to TMG: The door back toward the staircase just swung open.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Uhoh. Incoming!&quot; Calrach hisses.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Someone's there!&quot; He whispers.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;:O

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 14 + 2 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt jerks around. &quot;everyone, get out of that room! Flint, close the door when they're out!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">TathiC head out into the hallway..

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Right this way, Sir Gardner. :.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;From the stairs!&quot; Calrach whispers. &quot;Hang on, I'll check it out! People never bother to look up...&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">*kthunk?*

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">K-chunk.

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach goes to the wall..and starts walking up it, just liek he's done before.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">*like

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi glances back at Flint. &quot;Coming?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">wait, actually.

TMG:<font color="#000000">How high is the cieling?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">12 feet.

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh, hm, not that high...

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach keeps going until he's on the ceiling, then starts crawling across it, like a spider.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( It's four times Calrach's height. :B ))

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I still don't see anything...&quot; Edaric squints. &#171; &#160;1d20 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* You roll to yourself: 1d20+14 =&gt; 19 + 14 = 33Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Spot check!

* Sszeyl is blind.

GM:<font color="#000000">Roll Spot, Calrach.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 18 + 10 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Spot! &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 16 + 1 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sniper-vision. :O

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I'm not seeing anything.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach crawls forward, very slowly, careful not to make any noise.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">That would be a move silently check. ;)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hrrrmm.&quot; He braces.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...actually, this hallway is a terrible place to hide...&quot;Calrach whispers back. He climbs down off the cieling and back to the floor.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... maybe it was a ghost.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;In a necromancer's home? Not surprising.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The Old Fashioned approach is my favorite, anyway.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Smell anything, Smoke?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">he gets behind the others. 'SOmeone looking down a hallway can see the whole hallway. Sticking to the celing only works if you're direcly -over- the target...&quot;

* Smoke sits.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Hiding in plain sight does carry the risk of...being not hidden.&quot; &gt;.&gt;

* Thomas Lazarus marches for the stairs!

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's a nope.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- what are you doing?!&quot; Flint hisses, following Tom.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Investigating.&quot; He replies calmly.

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Get back, bard.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&gt;:\

* Thomas Lazarus peers into the room with a frown. &quot;...&quot;

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

* Cadamon Gardner sticks near the people staying behind.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Roll Spot, Tom.

* You roll to yourself: 1d20+14 =&gt; 13 + 14 = 27Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It is empty.&quot; Are any new doors -- oh! &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Be back in two shakes. :3

* Thomas Lazarus is stuck in cliffhanger suspense. D|

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">That's what you get.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">For being in armor.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">And trying to sneak.

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

* Thomas Lazarus doesn't do the whole frustrating half-cocked caution thing. =3=

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">He's not sneaking. XP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Though you do notice something...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The door directly to your south is open a crack.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He continues to look around mutely. &quot;!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus glances back and pivots his head south.

* Thomas Lazarus approaches.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi quirks a brow, and follows.

* Smoke whimpers...

* Cadamon Gardner advances far enough to see.

* Sszeyl fades into the dark.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;:. Peer~

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; He taps his shield.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros moves up, but keeps a hand on his swords, just in case.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">It starts to glow with a faint silver light.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 10 + 10 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Thomas Lazarus reaches out with the head of his sword, and pushes the door open the rest of the way.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt mvoes forward, and quietly waits for someone to report.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shall we follow them, Sszeyl?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He looks back, noting the others are assembled before proceeding.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Looks clear.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Roll Spot, Tom.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And Tathi and Aelian.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 9 + 2 = 11&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;You go ahead...I need to think for a minute.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 9 + 2 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 12&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Spot!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 16 + 11 = 27&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; spot and &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 5 + 10 = 15&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; listen!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I'll be there in thirty seconds.&quot;

* Cadamon Gardner waits.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;That clock looks to be from your homeland, Gnogglebolt.&quot;

Taxidermied Bear:<font color="#000000">Aelian notices something moving!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Bearly!

</i>Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt takes a peek in... &quot;--! What the...that's a Mazian clock! Where did this place get all of the Mazian curios?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">That was terrible and you should feel terrible.

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

Taxidermied Bear:<font color="#000000">It shambles forth...

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Tathi!&quot; He calls, quickly switching places with her, and putting an arrow into the bear!

* Thomas Lazarus has NO REGRETS.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Whuh-oh.

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+reflex = 13 + 5 = 18&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;

* Thomas Lazarus looks back! &quot;!!&quot;

Taxidermied Bear:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 15 + 2 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Taxidermied Bear:<font color="#000000">K-chunk k-chunk.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tathi, kindly go to B1. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">er... just to clarify.. Tathi never moved there. I just had to move the token stack there so I could move the Aelian stack where she was.. XP

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Should have clarified earlier. Damnit. XD

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Sorry! I was wondering what the reflex was for! Aelian was switching places with her. XP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Well now you know where one of the traps is that you shouldn't. Congrats. :P

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...should someone go get her...?&quot;

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

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You're being retarded again, aren't you?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Maybe one of us will throw you a bone and just stand there. |B

GM:<font color="#000000">At least the bear is gone? :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">sorrysorrysorry. XP

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

Sszeyl:<b><font color="#8B4500">&quot;Shut up and act like a professional.&quot;

</b>Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian carefully peers down the hole.. is the bear still moving?

GM:<font color="#000000">It is, trying to shamble up the stone walls... and you can see something else moving down there.

GM:<font color="#000000">Crunch. Smack. Slurp.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">o.o;;;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Watch out!&quot; Aelian calls, hopping back from the hole.

GM:<font color="#000000">The bear is pulled aside by tendrils of orange ooze... and practically dissolved.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Brother Flint, I suddenly feel as though I would like to have you at my side for any further investigations.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian continues to watch. Is it ascending?

GM:<font color="#000000">Nope. It seems quite content with its messy meal.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;83

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">DARE I?

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian wrinkles his nose. &quot;Party, I believe we should advance very carefully, there are some.. extremely nasty traps here.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Does...does that hole go back down to ehere we came from? Where we left those orange oozes?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 16 + 9 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes.&quot; =3=;;;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Well then, we best not fall down into them. &gt;.&gt;;&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Your musing is quickly cut off by a cry of surprise and pain! &#171; &#160;1d3+2+2d6+3 = 3 + 2 + 11 + 3 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, well...I know we heard some ghost sound, but we really ought to keep movin--!&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 6 + 3 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;!&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Edaric!&quot; Damnit, why is everyone close to me getting attacked!?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;WHAT IN DEATH'S NAME IS THAT?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">When you turn around, you can see the bard frozen in place, hands halfway up to his neck as if to try to pry off... what looks like a clinging entity partially made of shadow. Through the flickering miasma, you can faintly detect a humanoid form, with thick, long, waist-length red hair, a mouth full of pointed teeth... and claws slick with the bard's blood.

 You have disconnected.

</i><font color="#0000ff">Ghostwish has connected.

</i><font color="#0000ff">Dr. Hatari has connected.

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

</i>Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">well, lost a little bit of progress...

TMG:<font color="#000000">last I saw: TMG:<font color="#000000">Aelian: &quot;Edaric!&quot; Damnit, why is everyone close to me getting attacked!? Gnogglebolt: &quot;WHAT IN DEATH'S NAME IS THAT?&quot; Calrach: &quot;Whoa!&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">When you turn around, you can see the bard frozen in place, hands halfway up to his neck as if to try to pry off... what looks like a clinging entity partially made of shadow. Through the flickering miasma, you can faintly detect a humanoid form, with thick, long, waist-length red hair, a mouth full of pointed teeth... and claws slick with the bard's blood.

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

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d4+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Anyway...before the server cut out, I was trying to roll Knowledge.

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( And my result was 20...frigg. ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 1 + 8 = 9&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Knowledge Religion check.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">lulz

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Danny.sfx

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">nope.sfx

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 2 + 5 = 7&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; knowledge religion!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">nope.sfx

GM:<font color="#000000">All right, Fae's AFK for dinner, but shall we carry on?

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 18 + 7 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Dr. Hatari is ready.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Knock it off him! Quickly!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Init?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Using previous init.

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">The creature hisses at you from its position crouched on the bard's shoulders... then leaps forward and vanishes in a puff of black flame. Spot check!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 9 + 2 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 12&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Spot!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 19 + 2 = 21&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 3 + 11 = 14&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; spot and &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 9 + 10 = 19&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; listen!

Dr. Hatari whispers: Am I right by guessing at die sizes and effects that this is your swordsage? :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;What the--&quot; Spot &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 4 + 1 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: You caught a glimpse of a flicker of black flame heading down the stairs. And yes. :3

* Thomas Lazarus squints a bit. &quot;...!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It went down the stairs, I think!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 12 + 5 = 17&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Spot check!

* Cadamon Gardner quickly moves forward to check on the bard.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... still breathing, but paralyzed. Hold on, sir, it'll fade in a moment.&quot; &#171; &#160;2d8+6 = 11 + 6 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; healing!

Calrach has received initiative.Liatai:<font color="#000000">... actually, we can move out of init if we want.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">oh!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach moves around the staircae, his slightly shimmering spear at the ready.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Great..&quot; He glances to Flint, then Aelian.

* Sszeyl keeps eyes open for the thing.

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh, no more init?

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

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian rushes over to Edaric, with Tathi close behind. &quot;What did I say about staying alive!?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 14 + 8 = 22&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Knowledge Religion check.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You two have the sharpest eyes, right?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Spot check!

* Edaric can't respond. D: Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Yes, that would be me.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Shall Flint and I take point to search for this thing?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Aye -- as soon as we have Edaric back.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'll be right behind you.&quot;

<font color="#0000ff">Foxthulhu-Sama has connected.

</i>Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Maybe you should come take a look at him. He's being very quite which is quite odd for him.&quot; Aelian says in a sarcastic tone.

* Thomas Lazarus gives the bard a worried glance.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..That hag-thing got right by me.&quot; He mutters.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 8 + 1 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; wand tap in the meantime... &quot;... I've never seen a ghoul's claws gouge that deeply before.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Don't kick yourself. I have this sinking feeling it can move through walls and such.&quot;

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

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wonderful...we've got a phasing hag who's gonna keep harassing us...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Uh? Yes?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Don't be outside the group.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Or you'll be bitten too.&quot;

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">MY HANDS ARE BANANAS!

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot; - guah!!&quot; D: Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 15 + 5 = 20&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Spot check!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;AH, yes. of course.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;What the hell was that?!&quot; D8

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think that's what we all wanted to know.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;It attacked you, then vanished.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Right -- Aelian, Flint? Let's not give it more headstart.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">DM, do let me know when I call roll another religion to have a stab at identifying that thing.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I know -- I saw that -- I just couldn't move.&quot; He looks rather shaken.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Right.&quot; Aelian says, readying his bow as he advances down the stairs, eyes darting about.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">... er, Miss Tathi. I identified the thing in my dialogue. &gt;.&gt;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( For reference, I was rolling on the paralysis thing. ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">T'is a more Ghoulish Ghoul than we ever did see.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Previous ghoul didn't have that power. ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 5 + 5 = 10&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Spot check!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes it did. It just didn't strike you with its natural weapons.

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">HOW DO I KEEP MISSING THIS. X_@

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( I saw the token art and was like, &quot;Is that an Oni? :B&quot; ))

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">wait.. what dialogue? When?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Banshee, actually, by token art.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Cadamon Gardner: &#171;&#160;1d8+1 = 8 + 1 = 9&#160;&#187; wand tap in the meantime... &quot;... I've never seen a ghoul's claws gouge that deeply before.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, uh...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Where do you lot think you're going?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">So THAT'S what that was about...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Should we keep moving? Methinks we're not going to be able to find that thing unless it wants to be found...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The blackfire trail - I'm sure I saw it flit down the stairs!&quot;

* Flint Carthan looks around. &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 19 + 10 = 29&#160;  &#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Oh? And what's to stop it simply coming up through the hole we left in the other room?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Aelian, care to roll Spot?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi wrinkles her nose a bit. &quot;Wait.. a ghoul? I have never seen a ghoul turn invisible. Granted, there a bit more clever than the garden variety zombie.. but that?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;:O After all the assassin hunting, we just now get that attitude?

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 16 + 13 = 29&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; spot and &#171;  &#160;1d20+12 = 12 + 12 = 24&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; listen!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;That thing looked fast enough to avoid ooze.&quot;

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">So...what map is everyone on?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Castle Osyluth, 1F. :P

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Ah, cool.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghost, hop over to B1 for a bit.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">*hops!*

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- it's there! Pawing at that fallen ghoul from earlier -- &quot; Flint growls and draws his crossbow.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;!&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;There!&quot; Aelian calls, and might he take a shot at it?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes. :3 Flint and Aelian can take shots.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian draws back his longbow, and lets fly at Lady Margaret! &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 2 + 10 = 12&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+1 = 6 + 1 = 7&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 2 + 7 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">It hits Tom?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">SONS OF TWOS

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">That one, too?

* Thomas Lazarus doesn't like this meme. D|

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">Both arrow and bolt go whiffing over the creature's head; it turns and shrieks at you.

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

</i>John Doe:<font color="#0000FF">SUDDENLY, LAZORS.

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">It hops down off the table -- let's bring everyone to the basement. Please make room on the stairs? :3

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">...I recognize that Mr. Johnston token from somewhere...

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I have returned! :o

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So does apparently everyone else but me. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I don't. :&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I don't know where it's from. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, let's stamp this thing out...&quot;

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">OH!

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">I THINK I KNOW!

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">It's John Travolta!

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 9 + 7 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; initiative!

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 14 + 1 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Am I right?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I have no clue. XD

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Oh...

TMG:<font color="#000000">new init?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Great token image, or greatest token image? http://moviesharkdeblore.com/assets/images/John_Travolta.jpg

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 8 + 1 = 9&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Init: &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 3 + 1 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">New init. :3

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Yes.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Init: &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 18 + 2 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 2 + 2 = 4&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 6 + 3 = 9&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; init

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+floor((dexterity-10)/2) = 2 + floor((17 - 10) / 2) = 5&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; initiative!

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 6 + 3 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Seems to like that, for some reason.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; initiative!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Pretty sure pretty boy has a higher dex than crit-target tom. ;)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Holy nines, Batman. XD

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">...Tathi is really, really squishy...

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 18 + 2 = 20&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Dex check!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">O_O

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Son of a nine!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">She's a wizard, you silly tentacle fox.

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">So?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Yes. But she's pretty good about positioning. Case in point, Tathi has never been damaged.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Ever.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Calrach and Sszeyl, we have conflict.

Elros:<font color="#006666">...do 5 of us really have 9 as an init?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Care to roll for it? :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Calrach goes first.

* Thomas Lazarus has 12 dexterity.

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Last 'Wizard' I fought took three railgun shards, and still wasn't dead.

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

Calrach has received initiative.Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">*snrk* Be glad you're not in Dorf Fortress. The influence of Railock is strong there.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That wizard was made out of arbitrary and implausible. :B

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Oh, goody.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach mvoes to the doorway, and readies his spear. &quot;COme and get it, sweets...&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">end turn

Sszeyl has received initiative.Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">COME AT ME, BRO!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi smirks over at Calrach. &quot;Brave fellow, aren't you?&quot;

* Sszeyl cartwheels over allies. :.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Do you really want to run up and sit in its full attack range 1 turn before its turn?

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">LEEEEROOOOOY!

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">JEEEEENKIIIIINS!

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( What else am I supposed to do? ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">This is why I cast Shield Other on him.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">..Stop 10 feet short is what I would have done. But whatever. :B

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ahh, stupid dark elf. Vigilant Guardians beset by blinking hag! Team Drow goes to engage singlehandedly!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;That would be a daily headline, Calrach. There's a twisted little part of me that looks forward to it as some horrific side-show..&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus clears his throat disapprovingly. =3=

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">The creature leaps at Sszeyl, mouth wide open in a feral snarl, bloody claws swiping in! &#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 6 + 13 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; attack roll for &#171;  &#160;1d3+2+2d6+3 = 1 + 2 + 10 + 3 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; damage, and roll Fort if it hits.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian just sighs and shakes his head.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 19 + 5 = 24&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Fort save!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Bitch, please.

* Thomas Lazarus flinches as a claw rake appears on him. 8 damage!

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">It then darts for the wall... and starts to clamber straight up it.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yik! You got some kind of sympathy magic...&quot; Calrach watches the thing.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Oh, it's on.&quot;

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">...Oh dear lord, this is like the Exorcist.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">What can I do, what can I do, what can I do -- D: Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That should provoke an AoO, unless she tumbled and has crazy movement base speed, no?

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Do the bard thing!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ram; what you don't know: Calrach is wearing Boots of Spider Climb, too.

TMG:<font color="#000000">He's used them three times so far. x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Nope, no AoO provoked.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;:O

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Yeah, but he's not undead.

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">That just makes him Spider-Man.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">ghou my metagaming ass! :P

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">*ghoul

Edaric:<font color="#000000">-- calm down, can't inspire courage if you're not feeling courageous. &#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 2 + 13 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; perform for the heck of it -- Inspire Courage!

Aelian has received initiative.Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Is that the bless-like effect? I always get confused over the bard songs.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">+1 on attack rolls and weapon damage, and on saves versus fear.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Alrighty.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian draws back his longbow, and lets fly at the freaky wall climber! Run away from THIS! &#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 4 + 11 = 15&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+2 = 1 + 2 = 3&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage! (bless added in)

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">The arrow goes far afield.

Elros has received initiative.Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">I see you have a Bard.

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

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Is he a...Spoony Bard?

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Hi! I'm here to help!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We have many.

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Are they Spoony?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">=3=

Edaric:<font color="#000000">I dunno. I think I'm more of a spork. :P

Faerie:<font color="#006666">What do I do? D: Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Definately Spoony.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">You probably want to double move, to close in, unless you happen to have a ranged weapon handy.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well. You could move in and take a shot at it with a ranged weapon. Or you could try to close for melee, and do a full 120 foot run.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Stop copying my brain, Hatari. &gt;:|

Elros:<font color="#006666">Right then, how about something action-y. Elros charges ahead, drawing his twin swords along the way. And...that's about all he can do in the alotted time. But it's gotten him close.

Flint Carthan has received initiative.Smoke:<font color="#000000">Here comes the canine cavalry!

* Flint Carthan draws his weapons as he advances.

Thomas Lazarus has received initiative.Liatai:<font color="#000000">-- oh wait. D: Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm sorry. XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I forgot Flint was under Meany's control. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh. :x

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Next?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do that holy light blast thing!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Need to get closer..!&quot; Thomas tromps in as fast as his plate will allow. &gt;:9

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Done.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;A very good idea,&quot; the other priest mutters.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Looking up range...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">For turning? I believe it's 60 feet.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Range is simply if there is visual contact, if I recall.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Not for turning, Junior Inquisitor.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - 1F'Rowen Angelos:<font color="#990000">Your sister would have killed it already.

Thomas Lazarus:<b><font color="#FF0000">DON'T EVEN START. &gt;:O

</b>John Doe:<font color="#0000FF">You appear insufficent in relation to your siblings, Lazarus.

* Cadamon Gardner pauses in the doorway... then raises his holy symbol. &quot;Saint Cuthbert, you who see all misdeeds and weigh them in the balance, grant us the light of justice to smite this malefactor --&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">In any case, the range of turning is a 60 foot area. But I assume Cadamon is casting an attack spell.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - 1F'Rowen Angelos:<font color="#990000">In more ways than one...

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Indeed. Remember our talk on the road?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">T_T

Rowen Angelos:<font color="#990000">By the way, Tom, your sister's a beast in bed.

Rowen Angelos:<font color="#990000">Just thought you should know.

Thomas Lazarus:<b><font color="#FF0000">I DON'T NEED THIS RIGHT NOW. &gt;:O

</b>Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 9 + 4 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;6d6 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; damage as a ray of light rockets across the room!

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">Oh, ouch.

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">Even against touch AC, that missed.

Tathi has received initiative.Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - B1'Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">moment, looking up range to flaming sphere

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">At least it didn't hit Tom...

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">ah, well within range

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi chants softly and gestures, and then sends out a mobile ball of fire after the enemy! It's going to last for 5 rounds!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">'Medium'

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - B1'Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">Hi! Guess what?

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 7&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 20 + 10 = 30&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">... I HATE you.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;.&gt;;;

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">Please.

</i>Landon Skar has received initiative.Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">OH.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; knowledge religion!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">.. nevermind. &quot;Annoying pest, isn't it?&quot;

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Hurr...

* Landon Skar marches in to flank his superior officer, and draws out his crossbow once more. Perhaps this will be a luckier shot?

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7+1 = 2 + 7 + 1 = 10&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+1 = 6 + 1 = 7&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">Nope.

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">=3=;

Gnogglebolt has received initiative.Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">SMELLS LIKE DORF FORTRESS.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Why is everyone shooting at Tom?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt stows his blunderbuss, and moves forward while drawing his crossbow. He has a feeling it's not going to do much good, though.

Calrach has received initiative.Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Sorry. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Drama Llama made a return visit. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Everyone's least favorite Llama.

TMG:<font color="#000000">how high is this cieling?

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You know what.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I forgot the -4 AC from Margaret's attack. XD

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">25 AC!?!?!?!?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">:P

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hey, you started it this time. :B

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">?

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Oh no. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Sje's got Warblade levels. ))

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">WHAT THE -- I thought I dodged that holy light! &gt;:O

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ohhh.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( We're dead. ))

Tokens dropped onto map 'Blackwood - Market'Liatai:<font color="#000000">And roughly 20 feet, Calrach.

Scarlet Brotherhood Warblade:<font color="#0000FF">Gentlemen.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Nonsense. She's doing things Warblades can't. I've known what she was from the first round. ;3

TMG:<font color="#000000">Heehee. Retroactive hits. xD

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Except she's ECL 6? :B ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( also. What penalties go into ranged attacking with a large object? ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">10 ft +20 ft...

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh for the last time -- XD

Calrach:<font color="#000000">and another 10 feet.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Double moved, end turn.

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">-- oh it is on little man.

Sszeyl has received initiative.Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">AMERICAN GLADIATORS ROOFSIDE BATON-BATTLE?! &gt;:O

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach makes like he has been, and scurries up the walls, and is now standing upside-down on the ceiling with his spear in hand.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi can't stop giggling at the halfling on the roof..

* Dr. Hatari mans the tennisball cannon.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( So, for holy water, we throw a vial, and have it deducted from the pool? =3=; ))

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

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

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Heh, Spider-Man VS. The Exorcist!

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">BEGIN!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5-2 = 9 + 5 - 2 = 12&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Ranged Holy Water fling~!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">It bounces off the ceiling and hits the dead one instead.

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

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">AoO! &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 17 + 9 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d3+2 = 3 + 2 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">... &quot;ranged&quot;?

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">Whuh-oh. Roll Fort, Sszel.

TMG:<font color="#000000">She's only 5 feet up. o.O

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( I thought you said she was twenty feet up? ))

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">You could full attack her, even. She's in melee range.

TMG:<font color="#000000">no, -I&quot;M- 20 feet up

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">She hasn't gotten that far yet.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 14 + 5 = 19&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Fort save!

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">The ghouless continues to clamber up the ceiling... AoOs from Elros, Sszeyl, and Smoke!

* Thomas Lazarus flinches a little. But even the shield ward does nothing to prevent paralysis. D: Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+6+mod = 18 + 6 + 1 = 25&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Drow strike! &#171; &#160;1d8+3 = 7 + 3 = 10&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Magical damage.

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Maybe I'll get a 20 -- &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 20 + 3 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d6+3 = 5 + 3 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Smoke:<font color="#000000">:D :D &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 9 + 3 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d6+3 = 2 + 3 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Nice.

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Question, for AoO, one sword or both swords?

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">And if it is one sword, with the one-sword bonuses, or two-sword bonuses applied to only one sword?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just the one, I'm afraid. There are a number of crazy feats to attack with both weapons using a standard action, but that's beside the point.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">One-sword bonuses.

TMG:<font color="#000000">You may attack with a single sword without taking two-weapon fighting penalties.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 3 + 10 = 13&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+5 = 2 + 5 = 7&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; AoO, in that case.

TMG:<font color="#000000">The two weapon fighting penalties only come into play if you -actually- attack with both.

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">Dog and drow manage to tear off bits of ghoulflesh, but she clambers up to the ceiling...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Otherwise they would be two weapon holding penalties. :B

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 20 + 19 = 39&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Jump check!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">BOING.

TMG:<font color="#000000">wait, what the...jump check?

Elros:<font color="#006666">...ffffffff

Teeny Rin:<font color="#8B4500">YOU WANT SOME OF THIS?

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros is probably thinking some rather impolite things regarding Margaret's mother.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#990000">I'LL NOM YER FACE OFF!

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">The creature suddenly LEAPS across the ceiling toward Calrach and lands crouched, growling and pacing around...

* Teeny Rin omnomnoms the evil ghoul's face!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Wow, so she has fully-inverted gravity. x3

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Go go Tomboy Ranger. ))

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

* Edaric sets down his lute and tries a crossbow bolt!

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Edaric =? girl

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( *cue Dude Looks like a Lady* ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Tomboy&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 10 + 5 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">I DO NOT D: Aelian has received initiative.Teeny Rin:<font color="#990000">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gpgcM7PZFlQ

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Tom where did you get those scissors, I'm giving myself a haircut. &gt;:O

Teeny Rin:<font color="#990000">Here ya go!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">How nice of you to move so close..

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian draws back his longbow at point blank range, and lets fly &#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 20 + 11 = 31&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+2 = 2 + 2 = 4&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - B1'Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes?&quot;

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

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">THOCK. Ooooooh, she does not look happy.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">oops, forgot the bard bless. +1 damage.

Rowen Angelos:<font color="#990000">Tomi, come back to bed! I'm not done with you yet!

Elros has received initiative.Faerie:<font color="#006666">Ack

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;sqrt(20^2+40^2) = sqrt(20 ^ 2 + 40 ^ 2) = 44.7213595500&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Ah, going pythagorean on us?

Faerie:<font color="#006666">But it takes a full round to properly change weapons...

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

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

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

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

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Oh yes, and on Aelian's turn, there's an elven hound barking angerly up at the critter. Get down here and fight! &gt;:O

Ezer:<font color="#000000">Don't mind me. Just chillin' on the stairs. Away from the dogs and clawy thing. o.o

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">She's on the ground... :B

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">No she's not.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">D: Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros drops his swords (carefully? :B ) draws his crossbow, and hurls a bolt at Margaret. &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 1 + 8 = 9&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+3 = 6 + 3 = 9&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; and that is, in fact, within one range interval.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Why are they letting their puppied onto the battlefield D: Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*s

Elros:<font color="#006666">Remind me, is that a reflex save, or just a failed attack?

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">TAKE THAT, TOM!

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">The creature scuttles across the ceiling and evades the bolt easily.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No save. :3 Just a failed attack.

Flint Carthan has received initiative.Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Liatai is nicer than I am. &gt;:)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Meany, want Flint for this turn, or should I?

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">I'm here, I'll bot him. :3

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Present weapon is dagger+sword, though, yes?

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">Daggar moved to TEEF.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+7-2 = 20 + 7 - 2 = 25&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Ranged touch attack, holy water fling!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;sqrt(5^2+20^2) = sqrt(5 ^ 2 + 20 ^ 2) = 20.6155281281&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; --

Flint Carthan:<b><font color="#8B4500">Maximum yes.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Roll damage! :D

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;2d4 = 5&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh! Those can crit! :o

TMG:<font color="#000000">Roll confirm!

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">The creature coils as if to make another leap toward Calrach --

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">And then the water smashes into it.

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( With range penalties, yes? ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Undead.

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">Roll Reflex, Tavia, Flint.

TMG:<font color="#000000">yeah, with range penalties.

TMG:<font color="#000000">hatari; holy water. :.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 10 + 7 = 17&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">...but, guess this is a debate for another time.

TMG:<font color="#000000">DM's call, and move on.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">If you say so. O_o

Tavia:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 4 + 6 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">don't want to hang things up digging through rulez.

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 8 + 6 = 14&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Hey. :P

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">The ghoul drops from the ceiling, sizzling and steaming, with a sick-sounding squelch and crack. Its skin dessicates, cracks, and falls away into black dust, leaving behind only a set of studded leather armor, a mummified elf hand, and some other miscellaneous equipment.

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

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Combat over! :D

* Thomas Lazarus gives Calrach a look. =3=

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Ewwww.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach slumps, and trudges across the ceiling, down the wall, and back to the ground.

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Didja see that, Tavia?! Didja?! Didja?! :D

Smoke:<font color="#000000">My master's so cool! :D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..'Aww' he says.&quot; Wand tapping for El Doradrow. &#171; &#160;2d8+2 = 14 + 2 = 16&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Well thank goodness that is over.&quot; Tathi says, dispelling the flaming sphere.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;2d8+2 = 4 + 2 = 6&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Self

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 6 + 1 = 7&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

* Edaric picks up his lute.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros collects his various weapons, before joiing the others.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian does a quick search just to see if that nasty thing had anything valuable. Being extra careful, of course.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 6 + 7 = 13&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; search!

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros assists the search. &#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 14 + 11 = 25&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

Rowen Angelos:<font color="#990000">Ram continues having 'fun' with Tom's sister.

Rowen Angelos:<font color="#990000">Rowen, too.

Lady Margaret:<font color="#000000">575 GP, +1 studded leather armor (1,175 GP), a brooch, a plain silver ring with a slight swirl to the metal much like Johnston's, a ring with holes in it, an ugly-looking black potion, and a mummified elf hand on a chain.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - B1'Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Talk. Now. &gt;:|

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;...Did we leave the stove on when we last left?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;And the oven?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;We never touched them.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 12 + 17 = 29&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Knowledge Arcana!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">On what, Tathi?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi is peering curiously at the hand.

* Sszeyl goes, to find a bowl, fills some water from the basins in the wash room, and douses the stove+oven fires.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, whatcha got there?&quot;

Player &quot;Tathi&quot; is not connected.Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did this crazy thing have anything good on it?&quot;

You whisper to Ghostwish: You've heard tell of enchanted mummified elf hands that grant limited telekinesis...

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Apparently it did..&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Aelian, let me see that hand.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl, you can douse the wood stove's fire... but the other stove is rather beyond you. No open fires.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What, this thing? It looks disgusting.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;What madness is this.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Magic isn't just pretty lights and explosions.&quot; She says, taking it, and then peering at the cultury on the table. She directs the hand towards the knife..

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah?&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Also, I described the roast last time, it's still there.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;This stove heats without fire.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Explain this to me. :U&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The knife wiggles.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;WHat's up--An incidnigas stove!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;-another- Mazian device?!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Maybe Pamela's a Maizan.&quot;

Mr. Johnston:<font color="#000000">Sigh. I could have explained, but I'm dead again. =3=

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi smirks broadly, and keeps experimenting with the hand.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What in the world are you doing, Tathi?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt quickly shuts it off; Use Tech Device &#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 14 + 13 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; (the DC's probably something like 5 or 10, but still. -3- )

* Thomas Lazarus simple looks at the deceased 'ghoul' blandly.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Shhhh, watch.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...should we be worried about the knife moving on its own?&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">It's shut off quite nicely.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach keeps a watch on what Tathi is doing.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait...is that...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that a Hand of the Mage?&quot;

* Edaric is hanging very far back away from the female ghoul's remains.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've been wanting one of those!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..?&quot; He glances to Tathi's find.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">:O

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... you've wanted a mummified elf hand?&quot;

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Aaand off to bed with me. I'm starting to get silly from fatigue.

* Edaric looks disgusted.

Foxthulhu-Sama:<font color="#990000">Night, everyone!

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

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well. Not my fault it takes an actual mummified hand.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;It IS.&quot; Tathi exclaims excitedly. &quot;What a wonderous find!&quot; She says, now dangling the pushing the knife around on the table. &quot;What in the world was this ugly thing doing with it?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;But those things are so useful!&quot;

<font color="#0000ff">Foxthulhu-Sama is disconnected.

</i>Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh, it's not -really- a hand. Long story. Let's just say the original designer was a bit cooky.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Once, after a major gig and I had a lot of pocket change, I considered purchasing one. But I got these instead.&quot; Calrach taps his boots.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ugh. It probably came from one of her victims...&quot; o~o

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;What is it even, that you want it so much?&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Speaking of which, stove crew, have either of you investigated what's cooking?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Guess Gnogglebolt took a look at it.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;It mimics the spell 'mage hand' which is to say, the power to move things about at will.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">CAN YOU SMELL WHAT THE GHOUL IS COOKIN'?

* Dr. Hatari is bricked so hard.

* Liatai SNRKS

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... oh. That's handy.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... pun completely unintended.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus jolts.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..That's it!&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The potato soup is perfectly ordinary, but the roast... well, I described it last time.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'll just bet she was on the roof and used that to open the door! It was a trap to get at our flank all along.&quot; &gt;:O

GM:<font color="#000000">That's definitely a humanoid femur...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yecch.&quot; Gnogglebolt jerks back from the roast, covering his mouth and doubling over.

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Surprisingly clever, for a ghoul...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's...move on. please.&quot;

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... are you all right, Gnogglebolt?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What about the rest of it?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Perhaps we should return to the upstairs.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He nods.

* Thomas Lazarus glances briefly to his wand. &quot;...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Where there is still a Widow to brutally murder.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&gt;&gt;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Wand sheathes, and to the stairs.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Loot recorded. ))

Teeny Rin:<font color="#000000">Bye!

Teeny Rin:<font color="#000000">Say hi to Hakutaku for me. :D

Elros:<font color="#006666">Yay loot. Not like I need more, the gold already weighs a ton. x.o

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hmm...don't think I used any expendables or took any hits or anything...just switching back to first floor map

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">@_@

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sorry sorry D: TMG:<font color="#000000">...unless Liatai already took care of vworpage. :B

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Test test

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Shall we investigate the unopened door? Or go murder some wyverns?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Okay I'm alive. =3=

* Cadamon Gardner looks to Sszeyl, unreadable. &quot;...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I'd rather leave them for after the Lady of the house, if we can. A fight of that caliber will require a lot out of us. We can't afford to sleep before we get to her, afterall.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We shoudl finish checking the 'jail cells' in case there are any prisoners.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whichever direction takes us away from more ghouls.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But other than that, leave that big lizard thing alone.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;We should probably prioritize on our primary target. I only have so many spells, and we can spend the rest of the time clearing out the castle.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Sorry, Cadamon, but...well.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;We are killing other sentient creatures. By definition murder.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus gives Cadamon a frank look.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;He just uses the word murder a lot.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I'm not the one who got drunk and declared myself to be William Murderface Murderface Murderface.&quot; :B

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;So I've noticed.&quot; The priest sighs. &quot;... Sszeyl, while there are undead that can think and reason, that is largely due to the soul trapped within their shell animated by undeath.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What.&quot; =3=;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;If we're checking the cells, we'll want to be cautious. Perhaps use melee weapons though, so we don't wast anything.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Derp derp, failed impersonation.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;It isn't murder. By destroying the shell binding the undead to the material plane, we free the soul to move on to the afterlife it has earned.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good idea, elros.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Leat's leave the philosphical terminology debates for another time, yeah?&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Like, when we're not -actively in hostile territory-?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The grunters move in.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... of course. Just clearing up a potential misunderstanding.&quot; ^^;

* Edaric sticks close to the tanks. &gt;.&gt;;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey Sszeyl, why are you over by the levers? Youre the most ideal for standing next to Thomas when a door opens...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well. Since there's apparently no sense to the levers, we'll just have to be ready for whatever door opens.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, and hey, miss elf of fireballs! Toss me that hand of the mage? I'll use it to activate levers from a distance!&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Guess I'll man them again.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;That would be why I was over there.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... that's not a bad idea.&quot; :.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Calrach, can you see that far in the dark? :.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">I'm watching you, halfling. :/

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Here you go, just be sure to return it when you are done.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus readies a partial charge, to clobber into any undead that come spilling out of opened doors! &gt;:O

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach pouts a little, but says &quot;Sure thing&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, everyone pick a door and get ready. Any one of them may open at random.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ready.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros draws his swords, just in case there are going to be any more skeletons.

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ready.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm.&quot;

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">which levers have been thrown already? We hit level 1, which went to the opposite side, and 4 was a random one in the middle

TMG:<font color="#000000">but there's also a second one opened. Which one was that?

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... are you sure you're all right, Mr. Tonmor?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah! I'm fine.&quot; ^^;; &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 8 + 9 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Bluff~

* Dr. Hatari imagines a cereal box. 'Righteous Flakes!' And the mascot behind the bowl is Landon. Just passively standing there with his deadpan glare and a speech bubble. &quot;Mmm.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 11 + 5 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 6 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 7&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; wisdom check!

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;All right, then.&quot;

* Liatai snrks.

TMG:<font color="#000000">which lever opened the door to the second room from the right?

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 19 + 3 = 22&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; wisdom check...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">#4

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That was 4.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Here, I'll label.

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

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Edaric.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Then which one opened the one in the middle

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">..Wait.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(I thought lever 4 opened the middle door...)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The door second from right isn't open, sorry.

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Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Someone probably cleared the fog of war by moving over it.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh. Was that someone phaseing through the walls? :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Fix'd. XD

TMG:<font color="#000000">Aha, okaty.

* Edaric flinches. &gt;.&gt;;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm okay! Really.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">If it were up to me, I would just open all the doors. =3=

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach hooks the hand of the mage on a necklace, sets his spear, and spares a casual glance at the levers. He hits the second one, and looks forward at his door again.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... it just shocked me, that's all. It was worse than being a statue. At least when you're a statue you can't see or feel anything.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">K-chunk!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Report!&quot;

Cinammon:<font color="#000000">Apparently it's the gorilla room.

Cinammon:<font color="#000000">Roll init!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+floor((dexterity-10)/2) = 8 + floor((17 - 10) / 2) = 11&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; initiative!

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">[1d20+1

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 14 + 1 = 15&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 15 + 2 = 17&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Dex check!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 12 + 5 = 17&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; initiative!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I take that as a problem.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Init! &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 7 + 1 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Close the door.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Init! &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 9 + 2 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 2 + 3 = 5&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; init

Cinammon:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 10 + 1 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+1 = 4 + 1 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Sorry to pull a Barbarus, but does anyone have any bananas?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach will close the door!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">...as soon as his turn rolls around.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;They're horribly deformed somethings.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I think some sort of bear.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Fortunately, while he got the same result as one bear, his bonus is higher. He should go first.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=3=;;;; &quot;I severely doubt anything in this castle is still alive besides the owner.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 6 + 7 = 13&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; knowledge nature!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">enough to identify a gorilla?

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Stand back, I'm closing the door!&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Gorillas. Very large and strong primates.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">*snrks at the ball's description*

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 18 + 3 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Very large and strong what?&quot;

Flint Carthan has received initiative.TMG:<font color="#000000">....

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Methinks we can speed this up--unless pulling a lever is a free action. :B

Elros:<font color="#006666">...this is going to be painful for me, isn't it? &gt;.&gt;;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">Charging.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">Attacking the lever with a fist. :U

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">To punch it up.

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

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">You know, I was going to say.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Everyone could skip their turns straight to Calrach, and he hits the lever with the Hand.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">Just a minute.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 12 + 5 = 17&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

GM:<font color="#000000">Well, good news.

GM:<font color="#000000">You hit the switch! K-chunk.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Good news, everyone.

GM:<font color="#000000">Bad news.

GM:<font color="#000000">You ALSO hit Switch number 3.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...That was wholly uneccessary, I think.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, reset! People who were on that door--&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">bwahahahaha

GM:<font color="#000000">K-chunk.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;What the?!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh god.&quot; o_o;;;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Report!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 10 + 6 = 16&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Knowledge, nature!

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Now THIS is a bear.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 19 + 1 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Polar bear!?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's a gigantic white bear this time. Close the doors; this is a menagerie, not a prison!&quot;

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Laughing so hard. :B

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">It lumbers out of the door...

TMG:<font color="#000000">(Meany, you knucklehead.)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

TMG:<font color="#000000">(Why must you always overkill.)

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Someone's been watching too much Lost.

Landon Skar has received initiative.Faerie:<font color="#006666">&gt;.&gt;;

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

* Liatai has never seen Lost. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well. This person had a readied partial charge, regardless.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;FLINT!&quot; Gnogglebolt yells as he sees the thing come out the door.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">count yourself lucky. Horribly series. XP

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Take that! &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 4 + 10 = 14&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d10+4 = 9 + 4 = 13&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Trying!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;NO, I mean, you're and IDIOT, flint!&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">It wasn't that bad. They just tried to write a mystery without knowing the ending.

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">And then it got confusing.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why? Calrach had it covered!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Shut your mouth, and do something constructive.&quot;

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">The sword barely chops off some fur.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Go Landon go!

* Landon Skar approaches and tries 'that' again, seeing as the bear is out of charge range! &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 6 + 7 = 13&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8 = 7&#160;  &#187; Bolt!

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;:|

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Well, to put it simply, it was a bad mystery. A good mystery poses a question or two, and then comes up with some answers, but that leads to more questions. All lost ever did was pile question upon question without any answers.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">so, yah, the story had no idea where it was going. XP

TMG:<font color="#000000">...Um. Penalty for melee, and wouldn't charging have been better? :B Ah well.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I said he couldn't reach it with the attack roll. :.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 10 + 7 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+3 = 1 + 3 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; light mace attack! Not enough room to cast a spell -- blast!

* Cadamon Gardner holds the line!

Aelian has received initiative.Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aeilian takes a step back and..

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian quickly fires off a pair of arrows in the span of a heartbeat, and at point blank range to boot! &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 8 + 9 = 17&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+2 = 4 + 2 = 6&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; and &#171;  &#160;1d20+9 = 16 + 9 = 25&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+2 = 7 + 2 = 9&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;!

Tavia 1:<font color="#0000FF">BEAR! &gt;:O

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Both arrows stick into the bear, but it doesn't seem to pay too much heed.

Tavia 1:<font color="#0000FF">Bite!! &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 8 + 5 = 13&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; melee &#171;  &#160;1d8+4 = 8 + 4 = 12&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;

Sszeyl has received initiative.Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Spot check!

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Drat. Was looking for signs of undeath.&quot; ))

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh, I see, the numbers skip around a bit.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;The one on the far end will be number 5.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Less talking, more blasting!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+6+mod = 20 + 6 + 0 = 26&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Drow strike! &#171; &#160;1d8+3 = 8 + 3 = 11&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Magical damage.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">AoO! &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 12 + 17 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+9 = 7 + 9 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; as a claw SWATS at you.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">D: Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bladed weapons, to the fore!&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Do I get to confirm, or no? :B ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No.

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

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

Thomas Lazarus has received initiative.Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Rasafracking super-HD zombies trivializing armor class mumble grumble. Thomas sloughs off his shield and grips his blade tightly for a heavy chop. &#171; &#160;1d20+10-2+2 = 19 + 10 - 2 + 2 = 29&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d10+6+4 = 7 + 6 + 4 = 17&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Landon, Flint, use holy water!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">2 point power attack'd! Done.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">OW.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">That was a hefty chop, and you can now see some of the bear's innards... about half flesh and half... stuffing?

* Thomas Lazarus squints one eye.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..This perverse castle will never be done surprising me.&quot;

* Edaric steps back and begins to hum under his breath...

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Energy begins to collect around his hands, and he darts forward! &#171; &#160;2d8+4 = 8 + 4 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+4 = 12 + 4 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">OW!

Tathi has received initiative.Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- hah -- didn't think that would work.&quot; :D

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Bothersome dead things..&quot; Tathi mutters as she pulls out her wand.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Eep.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">PEW PEW! Here comes some magic missiles at Sweetie-Pie! &#171; &#160;2d4+2 = 5 + 2 = 7&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Done. ^_^

Calrach has received initiative.Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">PAFF PAFF! Two puffs of stuffing fly Tomward.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Well, there's no point closing the door NOW.

* Thomas Lazarus is a heading! Yay! |D *flull'd*

Calrach:<font color="#000000">And neither of the small ones can safely get close, it could probably bisect them in one swipe.

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Can't do ranged arttacks without firing into melee penalty.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">*attacks

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Ah well, might as well just go with the safest.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach runes forward, double move, and pulls out a vial of holy water. End turn.

Gnogglebolt has received initiative.Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Can you.. charge+throw?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Is that even allowable?

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... I don't think so.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I don't think so.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I think the charge bonus only applies to melee attacks.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Otherwise we'd have charging archers all over the place. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Good point.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I SRD'd it and it does specify melee. So carry on.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt doesn't run as far, pulls out a vial of holy water, and does- throw it. Ranged touch attack! &#171; &#160;1d20+6-2 = 4 + 6 - 2 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, checking supper!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Bleh. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Although chargin' archerz sounds like an amazing arena team name.

TMG:<font color="#000000">wand me to figure out who it lands on, for lulz?

* Cadamon Gardner glances back. &quot;Elros, your swords can do more than my mace can. Do you want this spot?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Do you need to ask?

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

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

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Well, at least it splashed the bear.

Elros has received initiative.* Thomas Lazarus flinches hard... before realizing what happened. =w=;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sorry!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's alright.&quot; Forlorn monotone.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;At least I chose something that would be harmless to us!&quot; :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh-ho, and it already took its AoO. :D

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros moves to...somewhere where he can swing a sword and hit the bear, and attacks! &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 5 + 10 = 15&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+5 = 3 + 5 = 8&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">... I take that as a no. Very well. I'll keep providing flanking bonues. :3

Flint Carthan has received initiative.Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">grabbing dinner!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Wait, wait. Is that a +2 flank with Tavia? :O

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... is it? XD

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

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Ow.

TMG:<font color="#000000">It's one face to another face.

* Dr. Hatari never bothered to learn the flank line rules. :B

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">I don't like you.

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Sorry, back now. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Cats demand pettings. &gt;:. ))

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Flint turn. :3

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">Drawing swords as part of a move.

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

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Hello, bear. &gt;:D

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">I'm not interested in you.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">back!

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">The priest with the giant blade, though... that hurt. BITE. &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 5 + 17 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;2d6+4 = 6 + 4 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">If only I had my shield still =w=; *chomp* THIS IS UNBEARABLE D: Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Somehow.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">I think we need fire.

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

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">But not the elemental.

Landon Skar has received initiative.Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Because them's Huge.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">And would squish us.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Landon should have already been in there, for full attack staff slams. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">... does anyone speak ignan?

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Um! Actually!

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">For the third time, I was not able to reach it. :|

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

* Landon Skar approaches and unhooks a holy water from his belt, doing as Cadamon suggested. Chuck! &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 16 + 6 = 22&#160;  &#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">...damn. Gnogglebolt's working on Terran. He was going to learn Ingan next. ^^;

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">SMACK

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;2d4 = 4&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; ?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Is.. is that holy water damage? |B

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">hey. Hey Tom. Un-BEAR-able?

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

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

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">What the hll do you mean not able to reach it? it was only like, what, 40/50 feet? Landon could have double-moved or charged. :B

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">^_^

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">No, he could not have. It was 60 feet away.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Landon's speed is 20ft.

* Cadamon Gardner continues to hold the line! &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 9 + 9 = 18&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+3 = 4 + 3 = 7&#160;  &#187;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I was corrected last time. He's in a breastplate.

Aelian has received initiative.Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Smack.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian quickly fires off a pair of arrows in the span of a heartbeat, and at point blank range to boot! &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 1 + 9 = 10&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+2 = 4 + 2 = 6&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; and &#171;  &#160;1d20+9 = 8 + 9 = 17&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+2 = 5 + 2 = 7&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;!

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Poke.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">=3=

Tavia 1:<font color="#0000FF">Bite!! &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 14 + 5 = 19&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; melee [1d8+4

Sszeyl has received initiative.Tavia 1:<font color="#0000FF">gah

Tavia 1:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d8+4 = 4 + 4 = 8&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">... and now green dogs? o.o

Tavia 1:<font color="#0000FF">Grrrrrrrrr. &gt;:|

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Meany, it's Sszeyl's turn!

Elros:<font color="#006666">...there's a spectre, down the hall. That seems worrying.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Gah!

Queenie:<font color="#000000">Oh hey, we see you &gt;:O

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

Duchess:<font color="#000000">LEMME AT EM

Queenie:<font color="#000000">LEMME AT EM

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Drawing a weapon is an AoO. Dam.

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

Duchess:<font color="#000000">The sounds of wyverns bouncing off plexiglas continues.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+6+mod = 12 + 6 + 0 = 18&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Drow strike! &#171; &#160;1d8+3 = 7 + 3 = 10&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Magical damage.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">There goes another puff of stuffing!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Archers, are you taking firing into melee penalty into account?

Thomas Lazarus has received initiative.Aelian:<font color="#000000">Please. I have Precise Shot.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Aelian's attack bonuses seemed a little high--ohhh. Sweet

* Thomas Lazarus isn't one to fix what ain't broken! &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 1 + 10 = 11&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;1d10+10 = 9 + 10 = 19&#160;  &#187;

* Thomas Lazarus EATS WORDS. D: Meany:<font color="#8B4500">=3=;

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

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">I am a RANGER, you goof! Melee penalty can kiss my half-blood butt!

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros is suddenly glad that the magic barrier is stronger than this &quot;Plex E. Glass&quot; that you keep talking about.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Drawing a dagger --

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Hi.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 14 + 17 = 31&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+9 = 7 + 9 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Thomas Lazarus winces.

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">That looked painful.

Elros:<font color="#006666">x.o

* Edaric is slammed back against the wall rather forcefully!

Faerie:<font color="#006666">And not in the fun way, even.

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

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What did I say Edaric!? You're coming out of this alive!&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">... but at least he managed to draw his dagger.

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

* Edaric coughs. &quot;And I said I was. Don't worry about it.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">... Atleast Ram finally left before seeing that. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Dog got into the cat box.

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 3 + 7 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d4+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;!

Tathi has received initiative.Edaric:<font color="#000000">Man Aelian is going to freak when I take my next feat. =3=

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Diehard. =3=

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">ololol

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Liatai, you must ready some Bruce Willis lines for it.

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

* Liatai needs to actually watch those movies. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I saw... the ending of one Die Hard.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was actually thinking more &quot;the show must go on&quot; lines. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">damn sorry

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's okay. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Those are marginally more Ed-like. But still Struggling up out of a dying state, blood-slathered and forcing through pain and the tethers of fleeting consciousness. It just demands some hilariously grizzled one-liner. |B

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ram one loved to joke to me about a homebrew feat tree.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">PEW PEW! Here comes some magic missiles at the unbearable zombie! &#171; &#160;2d4+2 = 7 + 2 = 9&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

TMG:<font color="#000000">The feat tree would be Diehard, Die Harder, Die Hard With A Vengance, and Live Free Or Die Hard.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Well it's definitely not looking so good now. It's hemorraghing stuffing and entrails.

Calrach has received initiative.Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach gets closer, and hurls his vial of holy water. Ranged touch attack! &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 6 + 6 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">KER-SMACK.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">There is now broken glass all over the floor amidst all the stuffing. Watch your feet!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;2d4 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; holy damage!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh holy crap. xD

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

Gnogglebolt has received initiative.TMG:<font color="#000000">Just realized...Gnogglebolt was already 'out' of holy water. ^^;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">We have plenty. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">Retconning to him having pulled some from the pool earlier? ^^;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Just draw from the pool. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, deduct 5 from the pool.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ehn, the Mace brought along hojillions.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">A Heward's Handy Haversack containing 11 potions of Cure Light Wounds (1d8+1), 100 feet of silk rope, a grappling hook, 5 sets of manacles, 33 flasks of holy water, 22 rations, a masterwork dagger, and 2 vials of antitoxin.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Deducted. 23 vials left in the pool. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt likeswise moves forward and tosses another into the fray! &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 13 + 6 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Holy damage! &#171; &#160;2d4 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Ow. &gt;.o

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I was just going to blindly use them and return the sack when we were done. I'm sure we won't use 33. |D

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">It's starting to steam and smolder...

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">... Lazy.

Elros has received initiative.TMG:<font color="#000000">Unfortunately, Elros and Sszeyl are the only two who do not have flanking bonuses...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sszeyl should now.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I moved Thomas just for it.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Elros could five-foot step and flank with Cadamon. Or is he already flanking with Tavia?

TMG:<font color="#000000">No, Thomas is only flanking with Edaric. ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Can't go from adjacent side to adjacent side.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Must be opposite sides.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Edaric only makes it barely by being on a corner

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">But ... we established during his last turn that it was legal when Elros flanked with Tavia ... =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">well, -now- Elros is flanking with Tavian. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">*Tavia

* Dr. Hatari just SRDs.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">It's um...-4 penalty for both hands with the two-weapon feat, yes?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">-2 on each attack.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I don't think it's that bad. o.o

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">ANd I thought you had this down already!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Faerie is correct, actually.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Elros uses longswords.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Since his weapons are not light.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yep, he's right.

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I did, but I forgot to update something, so I wanted to confirm.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Well then, let's move over for some flanking, and a double sword attack (since he drew both earlier). &#171; &#160;1d20+6+2 = 11 + 6 + 2 = 19&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; and &#171;  &#160;1d20+5+2 = 10 + 5 + 2 = 17&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+3 = 3 + 3 = 6&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; and &#171;  &#160;1d8+2 = 1 + 2 = 3&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; respectively.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Well, that's somewhat offset by currently flanking.

TMG:<font color="#000000">so -4, +2

Elros:<font color="#006666">(Those +2 are the flanking bonuses.)

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">I hereby submit a request.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">(And the -4 is taken into account already.)

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">When Pamela is dead.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Both swords carve nice slices into the bear's chest.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">That the Corraline backstory I requested by put on hold.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">And Pamela's done instead.

Flint Carthan has received initiative.Elros:<font color="#006666">Finally, that worked! :o

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">I want to know how she got these thnings.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You may find out if you seek the lord's son out. :3

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">The bard ate your AoO. Be grateful. &gt;:E

TMG:<font color="#000000">Dammit dogs, get out of there.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Let the real fighter Landon in. &gt;:/

TMG:<font color="#000000">That's why we brought him!

Smoke:<font color="#000000">No! &gt;:E

Tavia 1:<font color="#0000FF">Bite me! &gt;:E

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">I appreciate your concern. But that is a zombie. And this is a staff. =3=

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

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( Hmm. Liatai is the two-handed note for both weapons at once? =3= ))

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

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( Awesome. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Flint moved, though.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So it's one or the other.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">Mkay.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">If I may suggest the dagger? :3

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( :. ))

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 10 + 5 = 15&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Dagger stab?

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">... that's a bit low. One moment.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Yeah, no, that should be 3 higher.

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( BaB 4 +1 str, no magical bonus on dagger. =3=;; ))

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( Ah, sorry. ))

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Weapon Finesse, man.

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( Oh, I see. ))

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Masterwork dagger, too.

* Flint Carthan slices the zombie while explaining mechanics. =3=

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d4+1 = 3 + 1 = 4&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; ? :.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">+2 for favored enemy, so 6 damage.

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( :U ))

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( I need to play a Ranger one of these days. ))

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Will you quit explaining mechanics and fight me?! &gt;:E

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( Learn this stuff front to back. ))

* Thomas Lazarus watches Flint's attack improve in slow-motion!

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

Smoke:<font color="#8B4500">Unless.

Smoke:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 9 + 3 = 12&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; &gt;:E

Elros:<font color="#006666">Oh hey, I actually have animal as a favored enemy, too.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Look at that.

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Nope, I missed. :.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Dogdged!

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

Hakutaku:<font color="#8B4500">There's always fire.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">&gt;:E &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 4 + 17 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+9 = 1 + 9 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for the hatted professor!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Unfortunately, if it's a zombie, for type purposes, it no longer counts as &quot;animal&quot;, just &quot;undead&quot; &gt;.&gt;

* Flint Carthan is raked by claws. &quot;Tch--!&quot;

Landon Skar has received initiative.Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">Holy water chuck! &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 9 + 6 = 15&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;2d4 = 4&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">I hearby Landon for Pitching Arm.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Hey batter batter, Swing!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt's already chucked more than him. :B

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">hearby nom*

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Its movements seem halting, slower -- you can see its skeleton now -- it can't have much metaphorical fire in it now!

* Cadamon Gardner endeavors to put down the sad beast. &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 7 + 9 = 16&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+3 = 1 + 3 = 4&#160;  &#187;!

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Barely missed. &gt;:\

Aelian has received initiative.Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Why won't it rejoin with death!?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian quickly fires off a pair of arrows in the span of a heartbeat, and at point blank range to boot! &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 9 + 9 = 18&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+2 = 1 + 2 = 3&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; and &#171;  &#160;1d20+9 = 2 + 9 = 11&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+2 = 2 + 2 = 4&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;!

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

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">So close, and yet so far! The arrows stick, but don't seem to stick in the right places...

Sszeyl has received initiative.<font color="#0000ff">TMG is disconnected.

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

</i>TMG:<font color="#000000">What in the hell.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Sweetie-Pie: So close, and yet so far! The arrows stick, but don't seem to stick in the right places... Sszeyl has received initiative. You have disconnected.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Do you read me?

TMG:<font color="#000000">I read ya.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You missed nossink

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That's all there was.

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

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

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">x-x

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+6+mod = 6 + 6 + 0 = 12&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Drow strike! &#171; &#160;1d8+3 = 5 + 3 = 8&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Magical damage.

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

Thomas Lazarus has received initiative.Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Done.

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">So -- close --!

* Thomas Lazarus squints and levels his sword carefully, making his strike as precise as he can while attempting to batter the creature to the floor! &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 20 + 12 = 32&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;1d10+6 = 3 + 6 = 9&#160;  &#187;

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">CHOP!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Perfect stroke!

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">An absolutely picture-perfect bisection, Tom. :3

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Also, congratulations are owed. You not only took down a monster with 25 AC this session so far, but also the highest-HD beast in the castle.

* Thomas Lazarus sighs.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach trudges over to the levers, reaches out with the mage hand, and closes door #3.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I think you were right, Thomas.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus glowers back at the levers. &quot;..As I said.. I am done with these doors. The fake grass. The fake snow.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is looking less and less like a jail and more like a zoo.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi sighs in relief as Tavia comes trotting back over. &quot;Thank goodness this is over.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Time to move on, I think.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus sheathes his weapon and picks up his shield. Let the wandings resume.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros puts his swords away, assuming combat is over.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Didn't Smoke indicate there were people here?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Sszeyl &#171; &#160;2d8+2 = 9 + 2 = 11&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Tom &#171;  &#160;2d8+2 = 8 + 2 = 10&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Edaric &#171;  &#160;2d8+2 = 7 + 2 = 9&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;No.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And Flint, please don't do something like that again.&quot;

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you're injured, speak up, please. That means you, too, Carthan.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, Smoke only indicated where there was 'something'.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't know what came over me.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It seems that, by now, we can assume all the 'somethings' are more zombie exhibits.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;2d8+2 = 4 + 2 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; wand tap for Flint.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;It was probably me shouting close it.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Moar! &gt;:| &#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 7 + 1 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Thomas Lazarus counts in his head. &quot;...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway...do that weird magic healing you guys do, and let it be known when you're ready to move on...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Additonal wandings &#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 5 + 1 = 6&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; and &#171;  &#160;2d8+2 = 13 + 2 = 15&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; for Edaric.

* Edaric grunts as his ribs reset themselves. &quot;... thanks.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus remarks while making a mark on his wand. &quot;Please don't look on it with such disdain, friend. It is the grace of our gods that has saved the lives of countless people. Ourselves, numbering amongst them for no small count.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Fatigue check, how is everyone doing? Barring cats and puppies. :B

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Present, and alert.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't know what has given you such a sour outlook on the supernatural. But perhaps a story for another time?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Chugging along. ^_^

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Story for another time...yes...&quot;

Sweetie-Pie:<font color="#000000">Crunch, crunch, crack. Tom's greaves crush broken holy water flasks as he steps across.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">|D

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Afk 2 shakes. Snax~

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I'm alive!

GM:<font color="#000000">That sounds like a good idea. Any mid-session noms while the players grab noms? :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hmm. Quick break, then?

Faerie:<font color="#006666">And not undead, even!

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

* Faerie collapses

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">I nom Thomas for being a martial Cleric.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Thomas: May his butt forever be a pincousion.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">A dungeon full of undead.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">And he only tries to turn them once. :B

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Seconding that. &quot;TURN UNDEAD? WHICH SWORD DO I USE?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Tathi: Getting through several fights WITHOUT dropping any fireballs or scorching rays, only magic missiles. :D

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yay smart use of powers!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Nomming Calrach for I CAN DO THAT TOO. COME GET SOME.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">pffffft. her scorching ray is already used. It would have been perfect for this bear.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's because I know how turning mechanics work and how phenominally unlikely non-fodder undead at to be turned. Meta-in-point, Ghouls have turn resistance 2. Thomas would need to roll a 22 to turn a Ghoul. His modifier to turning is +2.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">And we haven't seen any large groups.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You may be able to see why he has not bothered, now.

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

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

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Where did Tom's sheidl go, again?

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">shield*

* Thomas Lazarus grabs his shield. =3=;;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( :B ))

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

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

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Aelian for The Pewing: Attack of the Arrows.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Edaric for Battle Bard.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Hang back and Buff? Screw that.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Silly Aelian. You don't get noms anymore. You're a cohort. *takes away his bowl of Trix*

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

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Rolling 1s in Tom's direction for now on...

* Thomas Lazarus munches cereal while arrow shafts embed in his armor. |3

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

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt really does throw more... &gt;.&gt;

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

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay. I'm ready to go whenever anyone else is.

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Calrach - 100 XP - Ceiling Halfling.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I had punkin cookies.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Elros has no noms!

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

* Dr. Hatari made them himself!

GM:<font color="#000000">Edaric - 100 XP - Battle Bard.

GM:<font color="#000000">Thomas - 100 XP - What do you mean Pelor isn't a martial god?

GM:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt - 100 XP - Pitching Arm.

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

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

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

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Elros survived changing squares against a 16 HD monster.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Well, I did forget that one of his favored enemies is &quot;animal&quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">I nom him for not dying horribly.

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Hey, I survived drawing an AoO from one. D: Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">XD!!

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">You got your nom, already.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Don't get greedy.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Barely! *fuss fuss heal heal fuss*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You could say..

* Meany shoots the shades.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">*shades* Edaric is a pretty grizzled individual.

* Dr. Hatari flops.

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Your pun was unbearable.

* Meany drags Hatari to a Mexican doctor.

GM:<font color="#000000">Righto, who's ready to move on?

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Yo~

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Good to go.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ready and rarin'

GM:<font color="#000000">Oh right!

GM:<font color="#000000">I forgot!

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Sure, why not.

GM:<font color="#000000">100 XP to Tathi for solving the door riddle.

TMG:<font color="#000000">oooh--oh. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Hidden nom! :&gt;

* Meany throws confetti at Tathi.,

TMG:<font color="#000000">thought you were gonna give the battle EXP. x3

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Not above. At.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Around sixty miles an hour.

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi throws fireballs of love right back at you. :&gt;

TMG:<font color="#000000">but, let us continue. :o

* Cadamon Gardner closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, drawing silver light around himself. Light of Lunia get again...

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... so. This door should be number 5?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus glances west.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Doesn't Tathi have that spell on a Scroll?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I suppose, but I thought we were moving on.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We've all had enough of this zoo.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..At this point, I would be satisfied with a hard knock and listening for humanoid mumbling.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We've got bigger fish to fry.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">To Cadamon.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And does anyone -really- think there's anything behind any more doors except more undead? From the patter, I thought it was obvious what this place is now.&quot;

* Cadamon Gardner knocks and listens. &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 18 + 3 = 21&#160;  &#187; Muttered... &quot;... there was a tower on ths side of the castle.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... and this doesn't sound like a zombie to me. Open the door.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait, so you think the staircase to the next floor is behind one of these doors?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus regards Gnogglebolt. &quot;..Yes.. there probably is just a zombified animal behind the door. But I'm not willing to assume Pamela is not depraved enough to put a pretty person in one of these.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ugh. Who designed this castle?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm not putting anything past her.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or was it just Pamela who messed with the rooms for her purposes?&quot;

* Cadamon Gardner looks down at the halfling. &quot;...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">The two little men go near the door. Calrach stands in front and sets his spear, and Mage hand's the fifth lever.

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

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

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; Cadamon shrugs and waits for the door to open...

TMG:<font color="#000000">We don't need actual ;people on the levers anymore. -_-

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">K-chunk.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Forgive me not adapting to a minute change in our procedure. ))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">TURN. &gt;:|

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;2d6+8 = 6 + 8 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt spits out many multiligual curses.

Maid Skeleton 13:<font color="#000000">Clatter clatter clatter clatter clatter.

* Cadamon Gardner sighs.

* Thomas Lazarus raises a brow a little, relatively calm. &quot;..Well. It's not a menagerie display.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And is satisfied at all of the skeletons simply being blasted to dust in a huge burst of light.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;More of them?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I just didn't want us to face another wave of paltry maids unexpectedly.&quot; ^^

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;At least that was quick.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shall we?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach takes a step inside.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm.&quot;

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

* Sszeyl points at this door.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;More doors along the south wall.&quot;

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;It's a...zombie didning hall? Do they even eat?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;This door leads to the throne room.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Quiet, or the wyverns will try to break it down. :|&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks at Sszeyl. &quot;yes, that door obviously leads to where the giant lizards were.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's leave it alone.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Don't be silly. This was a castle long before Pamela was born.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This must be where the Lord held court.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;It wouldn't surprise me if she sat them down and had zombie tea with them in this room though.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone walk along this wall to be safe...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;With little zombie dishcups and delightful zombie conversation..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;These two are locked.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright. Thomas, don't you have a keyring?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus moves over the chairs like that guy at the movie theater moving past you. :9

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And those who were concerned about people behind the other doors, do you want to check them again?&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 17 + 10 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Listen!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Er, check the ones that haven't been opened?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus begins checking the keyring. &quot;...&quot; &#171; &#160;1d100 = 3&#160;  &#187;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can do that alone, actually.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;All quiet behind the southern doors.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;be right back.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus continues checking the keyring. &quot;...&quot; &#171; &#160;1d100 = 25&#160;  &#187;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 10 + 11 = 21&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; listen on this door, too.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't go on without me!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus continues checking the keyring. &quot;...&quot; &#171; &#160;1d100 = 23&#160;  &#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 16 + 5 = 21&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Listen check!

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where are you going?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus continues checking the keyring. &quot;...&quot; &#171; &#160;1d100 = 6&#160;  &#187; =3=;

* Thomas Lazarus looks to Flint flatly.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Might as well just go through the keys one by one.&quot; &gt;.&gt;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach goes to stand in front of one of the unopened doors. He looks at the scheme layout so far.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... lemme see that keyring.&quot; &gt;.&gt;;

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 33&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Thomas Lazarus hands it over.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Fog broken on the corner room.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 47&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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TMG:<font color="#000000">in between doors 4 and 5

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Trying to fix. D: Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The rewards of persistence -- ''passed over! x3''

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Not working.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ah, there!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach goes to stand in front of the first yet unopened door he sees.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He observes the layout scheme for a moment.

* Edaric keeps watch for more zombies.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I lost sight of Calrach?

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He -suspects- that this one is 9. But just in case...

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">He ran back to the doors.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Like he said?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I see. &gt;:|

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Calrach? Where'd you go?&quot; D: Calrach:<font color="#000000">Using the Hand of the Mage, Calrach directs the phantasmal hand to the levers...

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh. I can see in the dark, Edaric. Sorry.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't worry, I've got this.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just make sure you guys don't go on without me.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;We shouldn't go running off in the dark apart from the group alone -- what if another one of those oogie-boogie freaks jumps down from the ceiling onto you?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...good point, but this won't take long. Hang on.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus casts an annoyed look over his shoulder. &quot;..I'm.. really getting tired of how he thinks he can handle everything.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Which lever do you press, Calrach?

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach directs the phantom hand...to flip lever #9, then -immediately- flip it closed.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">K-chunk!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Was it the door in front of him, or no?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. Okay, I get it now.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;How goes the key ring?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He flips lever #6 with the mage hand, and again, immediately flips it closed, only to glance at what's behind it.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Hopefully by now Flint has either picked the lock or found the key. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=3=;

GM:<font color="#000000">K-chunk.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">And he flipped it closed?

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just a chest behind this one...&quot; Calrach notes to himself. &quot;Next customer.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lieutenant Commander. May I borrow your shield?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">This time, he flips lever #7 open, and again, immediately closed.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hm? Certainly. What for?&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Halflings.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;With our blessing.&quot; -_-#

Elros:<font color="#006666">Hmm, funny. That boredom thing? That's the feeling Elros gets when waiting for someone to flip through a key ring.

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">And after the door closes, Calrach notes to himself &quot;Empty.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">And lo, here come two humans, one bearing a glowing shield.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He notices Landom coming up, bringing a bright light with him. &quot;Oh, hello.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;You didn't return the hand.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He stands in front of the next door, and reaches out the Mage Hand over the distance, for the same song different verse. Door #8, flipping open then closed.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Still using it. Almost done.&quot;

* Landon Skar waits patiently.

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What is he doing back there?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">And finally, the swan song. Door #9, same procedure. Calrach reaches out the mage hand as far as it can go.

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Done?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(oh, and number the last of the doors, plz? :o )

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Will do, later.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And empty. Yup, now I'm done.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Right now the party's getting bored and impatient.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach scurries back to join the main group.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey Tathi, catch!&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Did you see anything interesting, at least?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He throws the hand of the Mage over to her.

* Landon Skar hands back the shield. &quot;Thanks.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Ah, thank you!&quot; She says, pocketing the hand.

Elros:<font color="#006666">(to Calrach)

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nope. One door had a chest, the rest were empty except for hay. No prisoners.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And hmm...&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Heh. Think there might be anything interesting in the chest?&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Click!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Vigilant Guardians come to a fork in the road! Which door will they take?&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 84&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Click!

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...because it seems it'll be a while before--oh, never mind.&quot;

* Flint Carthan hands back the keyring.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Full defense. &gt;:. 21 AC.

* Thomas Lazarus grudgingly accepts it. D: Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Alright..&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Which door do you open? I'm assuming the western one. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">&quot; * Thomas Lazarus casts an annoyed look over his shoulder. &quot;..I'm.. really getting tired of how he thinks he can handle everything.&quot;&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus prepares himself. When everyone looks ready, he swings open the western door.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">I'm a bard. Of course I can do everything. :D

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anything down there?&quot; Gnogglebolt tries to crane his neck between the tall-legs to see.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">No comment.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Looks clear.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... 'Nuther door.&quot; =w=;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. Emtpy? I see another door...&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Well, there must be something everywhere. The question is, what.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wanna try that door, or the one right here?&quot;

* Flint Carthan hesitates.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;To be expected. This is a castle, after all.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Guess we're going for that door...&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, this one seems like it'll be more of a beeline to the front of the castle.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;In a bit. I'd rather give that room a bit of berth for now.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach saves space by walking on the ceiling.

* Thomas Lazarus stops and glances to Flint.

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

* Thomas Lazarus takes 20 on keyring. =w=;;;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 20 + 10 = 30&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; ...

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;All quiet.

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* Thomas Lazarus nods.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Ye Olde Procedure.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, whaddya know.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Hmm..&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">is that an upward stairway or downward stairway?

TMG:<font color="#000000">It looks upward...

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">downward. It looks downward.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I couldn't find a good spiral staircase bear with me. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">They're ascending? Oh. :o

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The other ones on the other floors go both up and down. XD

TMG:<font color="#000000">aactually, you could have reversed the orientation of all these stairs... ^^;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">It's an Escher staircase.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It looks like this is it.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">In fact, you can do that now.

TMG:<font color="#000000">If you flip them the opposite direction, it'd work...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">But then it won't match the others.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Just roll with it. :B

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">all of them, I meant. But nevermind.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Shall we?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yeah, details. Carry on.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">We can pick the nits when Pamella is dead. &gt;:O

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, let us proceed...&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus ascends the staircase.

Hakutaku:<font color="#000000">This is where we part ways, friends.

Hakutaku:<font color="#000000">Give my regards to Rin!

Sszeyl has received initiative.Sszeyl has received initiative.Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">We will always remember you, cute characature of terrifying supernatural killer. D: Teeny Rin:<font color="#000000">Friends! :D

TMG:<font color="#000000">Loading new map...

* Teeny Rin nibbles fingers.

GM:<font color="#000000">When everyone loads, the stairs keep ascending, or you can step off the landing here. What do you do?

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

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

</i>TMG:<font color="#000000">IseeGM. o.o

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, hello. =3=

GM:<font color="#000000">Eep!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Wait come back~ =w=

* GM rolls a Hide check =3=

Calrach:<font color="#000000">The little men get out of the stairs and disperse onto the landing to give room.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ah yes.

GM:<font color="#000000">Aaaah, what the heck, I'll hang out with you guys for a bit. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Liatai, how high did the castle's towers seem to be from outside?

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Oh, so spacebar does that.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">About 40-50 feet.

* Dr. Hatari hugs Mink. So Squiggly. |D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Maybe 40-60.

* Liatai is an architecture derp. =3=;

GM:<font color="#000000">About five stories, let's leave it at that. :3

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Five D: D: D: Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - 2F'GM:<font color="#000000">You are currently on the second floor, and the stairs keep going up.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">*floats, and munches popcorn.

GM:<font color="#000000">Do you continue ascending, or check out this floor?

GM:<font color="#000000">-- Oop, hang on.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">..Oh, do they?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Hmm.

GM:<font color="#000000">We lost an owl.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Does anyone think Pamela will be on this floor?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or would she be vain and perch at the top?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He ponders a moment. He looks to Flint and Aelian.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Yeah, we lost Meany a couple minutes ago. &gt;.&gt;;

GM:<font color="#000000">Oh hello, Faerie! :D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I propose we have our trained spotters put an ear to each floor's door, and keep ascending barring the sounds of nutty one-sided conversations.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I was feeling silly. :o

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

</i>Faerie:<font color="#006666">Faerie offers the GM some popcorn.

* Flint Carthan chuckles. &quot;A good enough plan.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">wat log, meany? Last line you saw?

* GM offers the faerie cupcakes. :3

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 16 + 10 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Thomas Lazarus: We will always remember you, cute characature of terrifying supernatural killer. D: * Faerie omnomnoms, while floating off the ground.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 16 + 10 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

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

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

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Quiet on all sides.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">wha D: Meany:<font color="#8B4500">I need to restart client.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">D: TMG:<font color="#000000">ohnoes!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Well, go ahead

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Don't mind us all, we're not really here. We're figments of your imagination.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Map has ended attempts to load new map.

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

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Then let's save time and mana on the inevitable undead skirmishes, and ascend.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Just brightly colored figments, yep.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - 2F'Faerie:<font color="#006666">Brightly colored figments enjoying snack food.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Agreed. Back in the stairs.&quot;

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

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">That's weird. It suddenly feels a lot more fabulous and gender ambiguous in here. =3=

GM:<font color="#000000">You're not brightly-colored, Zanfib. ... Are you? ... No wait it was Jerico who was pink.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, are you good now, meany?

Zanfib Black:<font color="#0000FF">Last name

Zanfib Black:<font color="#0000FF">'s black for a reason.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">*turns Zanfib's hair rainbow. Rainbows for...well, just you!

GM:<font color="#000000">Righto, shall we ascend?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Acending Back on the stairs!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">ROUND 3. FIGHT!

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">meany; want log now?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, here it comes...

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Buh-bye!

TMG:<font color="#000000">...what map next?

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

GM:<font color="#000000">To the roof!

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 20 + 10 = 30&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 16 + 10 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Pink!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, bio!

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... there's something moving around out there, but it's far away from the doors. No voices, either.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Flint? Why were you floating in open space? :.

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh wait, that's ground...

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 3 + 5 = 8&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Listen check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 8 + 5 = 13&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Spot check!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">-- wait!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">We lost Cadamon -- oh wait.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Flint was standing on him. x3

Elros:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 18 + 11 = 29&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; spot and &#171;  &#160;1d20+11 = 17 + 11 = 28&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; listen as well?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;'Something', huh..&quot; He whispers.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">When I said I supported the members of the Leaden Mace, I didn't mean that way. &gt;.&gt;;

Elros:<font color="#006666">I can sense to infinity. :O

TMG:<font color="#000000">You only get that on nat 20. :P

GM:<font color="#000000">Elros hears the wind, and something plodding around -- but it is, as Flint said, far from the door.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Does the staircase ascend further?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes indeed!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">back!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Assume it ascends until I tell you it doesn't. :3

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...pleasant, in a way. But I suppose not much useful.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm...you said something big was behind that door over there?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus whispers, &quot;I'm liable to think that 'something' is another avian undead.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, not the chimera? Hrm.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">f

* Thomas Lazarus almost lags out, but recovers. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyone want to risk checking behind the door to see?&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you really think the chimera would be out there when she knows we're invading? She's probably talking to it and anticipating our arrival.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Might not be a bad idea to check, anyway.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We'd need to be able to all burst in if it -is- Pamela, but if not, then we need to close it...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Could be. But my bet's on her being higher up.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Excuse me -- just to be certain.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Very well.&quot; He whispers and heads over, keys in tow.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebotl looks over at the door. Is there any gap between the door itself and the floor?

* Cadamon Gardner full defenses... and peeks when the door is unlocked.

* Thomas Lazarus goes through the keys softly until one turns.

* Thomas Lazarus double-takes.

* Cadamon Gardner closes the door quietly.

* Thomas Lazarus is a bit wide-eyed.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What? What was it?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Where did she get these..?&quot; He whispers again.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What was it?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A giant tiger.&quot;

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, let's keep going.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Was it one of those green tigers?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;A...-giant- tiger?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I've never even seen a tiger before. But I'm pretty sure. ... To think she casually has one on her roof.&quot; O_o

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I'm beginning to wonder...&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Did anyone happen to get a good look at the bear's eyes?&quot; :.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eyes?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Orange and black.&quot; He remarks to Sszeyl. &quot;..Never heard of green. But we have green dogs with us. Who am I to judge?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;No.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Was too busy avoiding its teeth and claws.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus shakes his head.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Tom, the elves of the Meteroa Plateau are rumored to have some. :.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Just rumors, mind.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Even standard tigers come pretty large, you know.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hmm.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I wonder... It had stuffing. Normal zombies don't generally... unless...&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... taxidermy.&quot;

* Flint Carthan blinks.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What are you saying?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is...she animating stuffed animal skins?&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Can necromancers even animate taxidermied animals?&quot;

* Cadamon Gardner shrugs.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, is that even possible?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Let's find out.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">A 1.. A 2...

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 8 + 17 = 25&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Knowledge Arcana!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's just ask her ourselves. I imagine she'll be all sorts of chatty.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;If any necromancer could, though, it would be bound to be an oddball like Lundy.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus is ready to ascend!

You whisper to Ghostwish: It's necromancy, one of your prohibited schools... but you've heard rumors of it happening before. :.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's keep going.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Up to Towers!

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Funny, I was just at Towers yesterday.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Beware, Tom.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">...which was an apartment block near a Target, but it's the same thing, right?

Muffins:<font color="#000000">You have aggroed... a housecat?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;The terrible thing is.. a stuffed animal is still a dead animal. And if it's dead, then it can be reanimated.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Oh dear. A housecat. What ever shall we do?&quot; (/sarcasm)

* Thomas Lazarus regards the cat with a passing glance.. but he doesn't even train his attention at it. He looks to the doors and windows.

Muffins:<font color="#000000">Zombiecat charges! It attempts to ram your ankles &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 4 + 3 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d3-1 = 1 - 1 = 0&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;! &gt;8O

* Muffins butts its head against your ankles ineffectually.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... now that's just sad.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus narrows his eyes slightly and stoops down to apprehend the cat. &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 8 + 8 = 16&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+8 = 2 + 8 = 10&#160;  &#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gha! Is that Pamelas famili...oh, wait not, it's a zombie. Her cat familair was the one thing that -wasn't- zombibied.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Grab and grapple respectively.

Muffins:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20-9 = 17 - 9 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;...No doors.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;She isn't here.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Once more, with image.

Muffins:<font color="#000000">The zombiecat tries ineffectually to wriggle free. &#171; &#160;1d20-9 = 4 - 9 = -5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Muffins:<font color="#000000">D8

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 2 + 8 = 10&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; Thomas dons a cold look and approaches a window.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just...pop its head off, thomas...&quot; Gnogglebolt looks as if he's going to be sick, again.

* Smoke is INTENT on that cat. &gt;:O

* Thomas Lazarus attempts to pitch it over the brink. &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 10 + 8 = 18&#160;  &#187;

Muffins:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20-9 = 12 - 9 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Down to the tigah? ))

Muffins:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d6 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; damage.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">With luck, it'll just be gone from this world.

Muffins:<font color="#000000">It's still flailing around down there... D: * Thomas Lazarus glances to the others.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's investigate briefly.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 11 + 5 = 16&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Spot check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Looking for the other tower.

* Flint Carthan walks over...

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Are there movements in it? :. ))

* Flint Carthan takes out a vial of holy water.

* Flint Carthan drops the holy water out the window.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;2d4 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I knew it...just knew it. She must have flow away already.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That damnable chimera zombie.&quot;

Muffins:<font color="#000000">Well, the cat zombie is vanquished.

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

* Cadamon Gardner looks up.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;There are two towers, you know.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... There's a trap door in the ceiling, he mutters.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Vigilant Guardian's foe nowhere to be found!&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... There's a trap door in the ceiling,&quot; he mutters.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shhh.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus glances up.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Huh?&quot; Gnogglebolt looks up.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm on it!&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">You can see the other tower... no motion, though.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach does his walk on the ceiling upside down thing, and goes over to wherever the trapdoor is, and inspects it. Any lowerable ladder?

* Flint Carthan climbs up the rest of the stairs, quietly, to listen at the trap door... It's at the top of the stairs.

* Thomas Lazarus briefly examines the effects on the desk. He can only assume the whole thing is Pamela's.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 10 + 7 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Move Silently, &#171;  &#160;1d20+10 = 7 + 10 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Listen...

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... pay dirt,&quot; he whispers, drawing his weapons. &gt;:3

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros looks quizzically at Flint.

* Thomas Lazarus looks back to the stairs.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Listen.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 2 + 2 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 4 + 3 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 13 + 5 = 18&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Listen check!

* Thomas Lazarus puts the silly spyglass and top back where they were, and walks over. &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 18 + 2 = 20&#160;  &#187;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 6 + 11 = 17&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; listen?

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt hears Flint's words, and that's all he needs.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Tathi, get that gem ready?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 2 + 6 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Listen

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He gest closer to the trapdoor, and pulls a small cloth bag out of his pack. Whatever's inside begins to writhe as it's disturbed.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Did Ghostwish pass out? :. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Haven't seen him for a bit. ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Those of you who rolled over a 10 can hear an excited whisper -- &quot;How do I look?! Ohh, this is so exciting~!&quot;

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

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros puts his hands on his swords. Getting rready in case anything happens.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">...

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I do. Are we sure we want to use this? It's going to be one mad fire elemental..&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Favorite villain ''ever. XD''

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

* Thomas Lazarus just droops slightly. &quot;..Yeah.. that's her.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;That chimera needs to be grounded.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait until I'm -sure- I've grounder her mount. Concentrate all fire on her mount.&quot; Gnogglebolt whispers.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*grounded

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt holds up wht wiggling cloth sack.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;That's what the gem's for, isn't it?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Taking down the mount.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">All in elven, and whispered.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt just looks at Sszeyl blankly.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Apparently, elven is not in his repertoir.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Yeah, that's all been in Elven. Tathi may have spoken Common. ))

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

* Cadamon Gardner mutters a brief prayer. Flecks of gold begin to work themselves through his silver aura...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lets just go. Everyone thumb-up when you're ready.&quot; Gnogglebolt hispers. He holds up his thumb.

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach has a spear in one hand, and he produces a throwing javeling from under his cloak in his other hand. He holds a thumb up.

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

* Cadamon Gardner then gestures for Thomas to come closer.

* Thomas Lazarus spends the next 20 seconds spellcasting. Everyone, buff time. You all get Aid. &#171; &#160;1d8+6 = 6 + 6 = 12&#160;  &#187; temporary hitpoints, +1 morale bonus to hit, and +2 saves versus fear for the next 6 minutes.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">And you, Tom, get a Magic Circle against Evil.

* Edaric unslings his lute. &quot;... she needs a name, someday,&quot; he mutters.

GM:<font color="#000000">Arrange yourselves as to who's going through the trap door first, two at a time. Northmost is first.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">what are you doing, alex and meany?

* Thomas Lazarus also casts a Divine Shield spell on Cadamon (+3 deflection AC) and a Bull's Strength on Sszeyl. (+4 strength score)

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">...someone take the dog's palce

* Thomas Lazarus mutely gives his thumbs up.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( To indicate lower order in moving up. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">gert it off the front lines, that spot is better for someone else

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Have him trade with cadamon, that'd work.

Elros:<font color="#006666">I'll go up front, if you want. &gt;.&gt;

Elros:<font color="#006666">...or not.

* Cadamon Gardner nods his thanks.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt gestures for Cadamon and the dog to trade places. Who the heck thinks it's a good idea to put a silly dog up front?

Smoke:<font color="#000000">I stick with my master. Got a problem with that, gnome?

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

Smoke:<font color="#000000">&gt;:3

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Tathi should be going early anyway. ))

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">Smoke, guard the meatpuppets.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">:B

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Awwwww...

Smoke:<font color="#000000">Fine.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">I mean Small people.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Ah, good idea. Gnogglebolt gestures for Tathi to take the dog's place.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">T..there. :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">Sorry, nevermind. ^^;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I'm sure we'll instantly break ranks in the first round, anyways.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Shall we?

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">Commence the Operation.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Once everyone puts a thumb up, Gnogglebolt gestures forward.

GM:<font color="#000000">Onward and upward....

GM:<font color="#000000">Pardon while the DM finds music.

TMG:<font color="#000000">map?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Readied action to throw tanglefoot bag at Mr Giggles -if- he's within 60 feet.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">The trapdoor is pushed open, the party ascends....

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

</i>TMG:<font color="#000000">...but there is no Mr. Giggles. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Pamela Lundy.&quot; He declares pointedly.

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

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">... into a well-lit, plush study. Pamela is there, all right, leaning on the window frame, wearing a white sundress... and smiling.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Me!&quot;

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

</i>Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks around. No Mr. Giggles...but there. There is the target.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(want log?)

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;You guys all came quicker than I thought. Did you miss me~?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Last I saw was: Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Flint: Commence the Operation.

TMG:<font color="#000000">One moment, hold everyone. Got a line from Gnogglebolt.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Not the word I would've used, exactly.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's too bad you all didn't wait for a few weeks. It would have been perfect.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... but oh well!&quot; She pouts.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, log sent. Trying line...

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've gotta start all over again now anyway!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;..Oh no.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No.&quot; Gnogglebolt replies flatly. And he hurls the tanglefoot bag! &#171; &#160;1d20+6-4 = 2 + 6 - 4 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">frakkle.

* Pamela Lundy smiles as the bag sails out the open window.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Heehee~ Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to interrupt a lady?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Ahem, could someone with the mage hand close that window? &gt;&gt;&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus is standing and looking stoic. &quot;..Sorry to dissapoint you.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Well, checking to see where it landed...3 range increments...

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Before she 'musses her haid in the wind.' :U&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d8 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">countring clockwise from north, as usual

* Pamela Lundy is sitting on the windowsill now.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">It hits the wall right above Pamela.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros is tempted to say 'If we saw a lady...'

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ick.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Yes, Sszeyl, because a window is going to stop a giant zombie.&quot;

* Dr. Hatari is so reminded of the Leon/Saddler squabbling.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;And now you've killed Johnston, so I'll have to find a new head servant.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">Perhaps some Entangle will.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Undaunted, Gnogglebolt whips out another bag and tries to throw it as soon as he's able, six seconds later.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ugh, you people never want to hear a good monologue.&quot; *brick'd*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He'll move forward too, if he can.

* Pamela Lundy smiles...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=w=;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Ma'am, sorry, but we're on a schedule.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Hey, at least he's not -shooting. :B

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">And falls backward, out the window.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Oh what the hell no D: Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Totally called it.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus sighs slightly and glances to Gnogglebolt. &quot;Way to read an atmosphere.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No!&quot; Gnogglebolt runs forward.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He stops as his way is blocked, and spits out a few choice words in Dwarven and Orcish.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">You can hear that infuriating giggle from outside...

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">And the sound of wingbeats.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Tathi, would you like to fireball her some?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Are we goigng to init, or not?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;A lot. I really wish gnogglebolt hadn't jumped the ball, because that is exactly what I would have done.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You are killing the fun in this, guys. :B

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well~?! I hardly expect you to have good manners by now, but it's rude to keep a lady waiting!&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Fun was killed a while back. ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come down to the roof~ so much more room to play out there~&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hey, you're the one who jumpeds on Johnston. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Sorry, a bit miffed. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">*jumped

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Drama Llama returns. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I spoke my intent, Kettle. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">But are we doing init or what, so we can steamroller the skeletons and shoot out the window?

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( You can steam roller if you want. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( I ain't jumping out no window. ))

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Or are we going down to the roof?

TMG:<font color="#000000">I said shoot.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Via the normal method.

* Thomas Lazarus glances briefly to Tathi.

TMG:<font color="#000000">DM? What's going on? Kinda chomping at the bit, here...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't suppose you can slow a fall today?&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Give me some time will you. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">As long as it's not for typing up dialogue. ^^;

GM:<font color="#000000">You already shot the mood out the window anyway. :P

GM:<font color="#000000">I'll scroll up.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh come on, we had readied actions.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tathi-pending, eh.

TMG:<font color="#000000">DId you -really- expect any different outcome? :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Then she had a readied action to act on your readied actions, you spoil-sport.

* Thomas Lazarus cups a gauntlet to his mouth and shouts.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We'll be right out.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">I don't know what it is with you people and your obsession with villain monologues. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">She had a readied action to fall out the window at the first sign of attack.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So NYEH!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I gave you an action you shouldn't have gotten already. Be grateful. :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">Friggin dice, if only I hadn't missed with that bag...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So, when you write a story, your dramatic climax is a swat team rushing into the villains, some grunting, gunfire, wood breaking, and the entire resolution concludes in 3 seconds? |3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I'll keep my entertaining cliches, thanks.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ideally, yes. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Your story sucks. Outvoted. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">All right, well...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Atleast one-liner while you do it~

TMG:<font color="#000000">Unless they legitimately offer surrender, there is -no good- IC reason to just sit there and let them talk. :B bBut carry on.

GM:<font color="#000000">Given how the motive speech was again shot out the window... :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">There is also -no good- IC reason to run in gunning either.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">And I was about to read her her rights, too. &gt;:\

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">It's called getting yourself blind-sided.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It was not tactically advantageous to rush, and we stood to learn/etc. We will try this again during scene 2.

TMG:<font color="#000000">On the contrary, there is every reason to do that. o.O

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">You're going to be denommed for your story-bashing rashness.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It is not D&amp;D tactically advantageous to rush for aforementioned reasons. Drop it already. &gt;.&gt;

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

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

GM:<font color="#000000">So.

GM:<font color="#000000">... lay it on me, folks. Do you have a boss battle in you tonight?

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We started 2 hours later than normal. Of course I'm down for it.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Actually, it is starting to get late on my end.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I -could- keep going, in theory.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Dunno about others, like ghost, or alex, or meany.

GM:<font color="#000000">Ghost? Meany? Faerie? How fare ye?

TMG:<font color="#000000">I know ghost at least is usually running out of steam by now.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I'm good either way. I can keep going.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Still chuggin along.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">I'm good.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">But I won't be heartbroken if we pit it off.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">*put it

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">I obtained cereal with chocolate milk during Drama Llama visit. :&gt;

GM:<font color="#000000">All right. What does the party do? Run down the tower, or deal with the skeletons?

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't be too long~! Heeheehee!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus prods.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Forget the skeletons. They're just fodder.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Tathi?&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I'd say run down, there's a bigger threat right now than the skeletons.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Do you?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt growls as he hears the wingbeats getting more and more distant.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Let's just get after her.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's just get after her...&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's move.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ghostwish. Featherfall. :|

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Do you speak it?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">No!

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( We have murder to see to. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Shall we? :D ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The stairs it is!

GM:<font color="#000000">Down to the roof!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come on, back down the stairs...&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;May I suggest we use a method of travel that -doesn't- carry its own risk of injury?&quot;

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

* Cadamon Gardner sighs, drawing his mace.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Which door?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;The tiger, or the lady?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Bad asian pun alert. :B ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lady, obviously. Right?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... ideally, even mentally damaged victims should be offered surrender before hostile action is taken...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's not waste ourselves on minions.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Let's form up.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Except it's going to be attacking...Righto.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's all the same roof, and one is unlocked.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If I recall we offered her that back when we first met her...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Tathi?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt gets in behind the others, and holds his second tanglefoot bag ready.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;If ever there was time for an enraged elemental, now is it, yes?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Sszeyl, do you speak ignan?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">If anyone wishes to contend IC with Gnogglebolt, now is the time.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;No.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;But presumbably one of the Bards can cast Tongues.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">ELros draws both his swords.

* Thomas Lazarus begins to wonder if Sszeyl has some inordinate fixation with that elemental gem. =3=;;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">|D

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Brain full of dragons. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( gem is pretty. ))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;That was at least a week ago, Gnogglebolt.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Until we have a means of begging the fire elemental to not just turn around and kill us, this gem is completely useless as anything other than a diversion.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Yeah no dice. It's cuz you bought it. :B ))

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course, all potential of a quiet surrender engendered by intimidation from our sheer numbers went out the window when she did after you threw that bag.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Less blame, more combat.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, fine. Anyone else want to ask her for surrender before I throw this bag, or shall I do it?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And here I was hoping to drop the line about the swan boat on her lap to see the look on her face.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Too little, too late, Sparkgear.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Do we realistically think she would?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus opens the door!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, which is why I didn't offer this time--&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You are not throwing some dumb useless little rogue trick ever again. Leave the throwing to the people who can throw DEATH INCARNATE.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt raises his tanglefoot bag high.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now all we can hope for is that no one kills her outright... Saint Cuthbert, guide these noble souls and may we not meet with failure this day.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Harsh.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Buff'd! Everyone gets the benefits of a Prayer. +1 luck bonus on attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saves, and skill checks.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;...I have an insane, unworkable plan. =3=&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I'll ignore it until she's on the ground.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Let's do it.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You weren't able to kill her in one blast last time, I don't think you can now, elf.&quot; Gnogglebolt snaps back.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Enough of this.&quot;

* Sszeyl reaches across Tom and grips the door knob.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&gt;:|

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;The drow is right. Let's just go.

* Thomas Lazarus already emoted opening the door. Your impatience speeds nothing. =3=

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Funny. I never tried.&quot;

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

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">One moment while I get init set...

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( The cat lover in me weeps. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">*snrk*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 13 + 1 = 14&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then that's not 'death incarnate', is it...&quot; Gnogglebolt hisses as the door's opened.

TMG:<font color="#000000">We all roll init?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hold your horses, will you?

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 5 + 2 = 7&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Set it if you like.

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Waiting until GM is less stressed. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">okay, sorry. ^^;

* Sszeyl offers tea. ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Heehee~ There you are. Willing to talk like gentlemen now~?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Will you not set the things in the cages on us right away if we are?&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or are we going to have to teach you some manners?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That was the plan.&quot; He remarks with no lacking degree of sarcasm.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hee~&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Quite.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come on, then. I'm waiting~&quot; &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 17 + 3 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; init!

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Init call? :. ))

Elros:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 2 + 3 = 5&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; init

Ginger:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 4 + 1 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Init! &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 18 + 1 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 12 + 2 = 14&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Dex check!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Init! &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 19 + 2 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Fff, what is it with the low inits?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Init was being set up. You don't have to be all literal and fussy. =3=

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;So the one time we actually give them a bit of room to chat, they don't. The irony of this all is painful.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 1 + 3 = 4&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+floor((dexterity-10)/2) = 13 + floor((17 - 10) / 2) = 16&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; initiative!

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">Sonuva...

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Do I get an init? :o

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 17 + 5 = 22&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; initiative!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Nope. Ezer acts on Elros' turn.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We can talk and do business at the same time, then.&quot; He knits his brow.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... dang I need tea. =3=;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 6 + 1 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( Go get some. ))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Aelian has received initiative.GM:<font color="#000000">Onward!

GM:<font color="#000000">I'll go boil water in the meantime. =3=

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian draws back his longbow, and lets fly at Pamela &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 19 + 9 = 28&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+1 = 6 + 1 = 7&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage! (range accounted for(

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( She has only eight HD. ))

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( I feel kinda sorry for her, knowing what's about to happen. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Calrach can act, I imagine. =w=

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">The arrow manages to strike true, though she just continues to smile.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh, now now I'm -not- the one shooting first. Hmm. :B

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( To be fair, it's Ghost. ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;''Ooh~! You're'' new~&quot;

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( And it's ten o'clock at night. ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;And a fiery one, too~!&quot;

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( He's probably insane by now. ))

Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( |B ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;I wonder... how that hair looks when it's not tied back...&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">It's initiaitive now. I'm not jumping right up as the villian is talking, I'm acting on my turn. Your denom just doubled.

Calrach has received initiative.Flint Carthan: <font color="#8b4500">(( *cue They're Coming to Take me Away* ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ehn. We've atleast gotten the basic courtesy style lines established now. |B

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hang on a sec, trying to find an image...

TMG:<font color="#000000">browser's being slow.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who did you come to avenge, hmm~?&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Two of the new faces are Leaden Mace, of course. Nothing new there.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Argh. Now it's starting to freeze up on me. Hang on.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;But you and the brown-haired boy... heehee! I wonder~ And the little halfling, too!&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;At least it will be easy to find a match for him.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">erg, stupid thing. Almost ready, though.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">?

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Can you tell us what it is? :B ))

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

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Ugh, you're a boring half-elf. So quiet.&quot; (/OOC *brick'd*)

TMG:<font color="#000000">I need a token. Sorry, I didn't think my comp wuld start barfing -right- this moment.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Tell me you're not Image-ing something like Konjiki Ashisogi Jixo? ))

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Because I do have a token of that prepared. :B ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Something tells me that will be unnecessary. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">I don't know what the crap it is. :/

TMG:<font color="#000000">*er, whatever it was you just said, meany

TMG:<font color="#000000">aha, finally.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What are you looking for? Summons?

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - Roof'Konjiki Ashisogi Jizo:<font color="#8B4500">Hi.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Please don't make me load more than I need to. ^^;;;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;After all, the caravan is in town~&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;There was a nice-looking halfling lady with black hair when I was there last~&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tech is broken and in IRC.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Apparently I'm talking to thin air! Hmph! &gt;:|

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Lialag test? :19 ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Might as well talk to the one person who's been responding to me so far. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:19 at :19.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You know, it just occured to me.. did we ever put up wanted posters of her around?&quot;

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

</i>Faerie:<font color="#006666">Assuming we -can- get through this battle tonight... &gt;.&gt;;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know~ it's a good thing you showed up, almost.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just think!&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( TPK, you say? :U ))

* Thomas Lazarus can't, for the life of him, figure out why he can't move through the doorway he was standing in front of before 4 other people file through. Even if it takes 25 minutes. =3=;;;;;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;I would have been searching for a woman with hair to match the Pelorite's... and he cut it off&quot;

* Pamela Lundy looks enraged for a moment... then her face smooths out into that calm smile again.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;You made my job easier~&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus rests his palms over the head of his sword handle, balanced on the ground.

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

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I thought you might be cross with me for that.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl: (( Because I do have a token of that prepared. :B )) Dr. Hatari: Something tells me that will be unnecessary. :B TMG: I don't know what the crap it is. :/ TMG: *er, whatever it was you just said, meany

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But, I got you a gift.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Last thing I saw.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Well, you still have Edaric to shop for.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Aelian, I think I am going to cut my hair.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, ready for my turn...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There's a cute swan boat in the moat.&quot; He half-heartedly smirks.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;How many purple haired females are there in this country?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">someone send me log?

* Pamela Lundy .. suddenly laughs!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Someone aside from me? ^^;

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

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Heeeeeheeheeheehee!&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, finally ready. Just need a log so I can catch up.

TMG:<font color="#000000">alright reading...geeze.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;So that explains why you're here, little fire head...&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're that silly little elven witch's toy~!&quot; She claps her hands, looking delighted.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wonderful!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach rushes forward, and observes the situation.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe a brown gem for you, then~!&quot;

Calrach:<i><font color="#000000">Hmm...she's too far away. let's see if I can fix that...

</i><font color="#000000"> Calrach thinks to himself.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;You know, I try to remain professional about these things. But I am going to enjoy watching you burn you sick, twisted excuse for a wizard.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">(You are so boned, bro.)

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I see you've got a big flying friend, missy. Guess what? Mine's bigger.&quot; The little halfling grins evily.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( You're big. Fought bigger. ))

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He raises his arms and begins to weave a spell...and behind Pamela, there's a burst of light.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh now don't get crass, little halfling. I am a delicate lady, after all~&quot; x3

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;... hmm?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">If she looks hbehind her, it's like there's a rift splitting the sky open, golden light spilling out...and -something- begisns to take shape.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">There's no sound. No disturbances. With peace and grace, a gigant, golden, spectral agnel-figure appears right behind Pamela.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - Roof'Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">The thing, ever so slowy, begins to reach a silent, spectral hand towards Pamela...end turn.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">:O

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Silent Image. :B ))

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

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

Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">And it looks -mad-. Did I mention that?

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 11 + 7 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Will save~

Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">It's visage is a mask of quiet, tranquil fury.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">SHe only gets a will save if she -intersacts- with it.

TMG:<font color="#000000">*interacts

TMG:<font color="#000000">Which is why it's reaching 'slowly' ;)

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ooh~!&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;So you did bring some new tricks...&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">She smiles, Mr. Giggles gaining altitude slowly.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach grins even wider as things unfold exactly as he planned.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">...with the exception that she's gaining altitude.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh little fire-head~&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">That's a problem. Oh well.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh gods what now..&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( This cannot end well. ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's see whether the rest of you can stand being fiery as well...&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Roll a Fortitude save, Aelian!

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

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+fortitude = 12 + 4 = 16&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">She stretches a hand toward you,which briefly glows a deep blood red... and suddenly, searing hot pain shoots through you! Corellon's bowstring -- it feels like your very blood is on fire! &#171; &#160;1d8 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; fire damage and &#171;  &#160;1d8 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; acid damage!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;UURRRGGG!!!&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're not the only ones with new tricks.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt has received initiative.Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What the hell is going on in there!?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;She cast a spell on Aelian.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Aelian has been hexed with something.. he looks to be in a bad way.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 12 + 5 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spellcraft!

Gnogglebolt:<i><font color="#000000">Blast and damnation! SHe's too far away...I have GOT to finish my bombchucker!

</i>TMG:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;sqrt((50^2)+(40^2)) = sqrt(50 ^ 2 + 40 ^ 2) = 64.0312423744&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">got +1 from aid, +1 from prayer for attack?

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll cover his healing.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Mmhmm.

TMG:<font color="#000000">...they aren't the same type of bonus, right?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Correct. Morale and luck respectively.

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

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Prayer is luck, Aid is morale. :3

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Thank you..&quot; Tathi says earnestly.. and it looks like HER blood is boiling. &quot;Death incarnate, coming up..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt decides to try his luck once more. Ranged touch attack (on Mr Giggles)! &#171; &#160;1d20+8-6 = 19 + 8 - 6 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">:O

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">D: Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">*baseball announcer voice* DO YOU BELIEVE IN MIRACLES

TMG:<font color="#000000">If that hit, make a DC 15 reflex save...oh please oh please oh please...

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">IT'S GOOOOOD

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

GM:<font color="#000000">HOLY CROW!

GM:<font color="#000000">You did it! :D

TMG:<font color="#000000">Mr. Giggles has now lost the ability to fly, and must plummted out of the sky!

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">D: !!!

TMG:<font color="#000000">*plummet

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">CRASH!!!!

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;4d6 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">On top of normal entalging penalties, to boot!

* Thomas Lazarus looks slightly astonished at the events unfolding.

TMG:<font color="#000000">*entangling

* Pamela Lundy drifts down to the ground slowly.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">The gnome whoops in triumph.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wha -- wha -- Mister Giggles!!!&quot; D8

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">End turn, naturally.

Tathi has received initiative.Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">No, wait.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">I wanna describe that. |3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">May I? :&gt;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Do it as Tathi acts, please. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It can overlap.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, sure

GM:<font color="#000000">Go ahead. After that roll, I think you earned it. :3 Go on, Tathi!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh, I'll give you a Mr. Giggles..&quot; Tathi hisses, striding out into the open and glaring death at Pamela..

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;What is it with you and tanglefoot bags?!&quot; &gt;:O

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">X3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi gestures and chants, and then flings her hand forward, sending what looks to be an arrow made out of fire towards the enemy... That is, until it suddenly detonates with an ear-pounding explosion, dealing &#171; &#160;6d6 = 30&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; fire damage to every poor sap unlucky enough to get caught in it! Reflex 17 for half!

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 16 + 5 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Rulbix:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 12 + 6 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5-2 = 15 + 5 - 2 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; D: Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;What was that about not killing her outright? &gt;&gt;&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">It was beyond the distance Gnogglebolt was normally comfortable with throwing at, and at a moving airbore target to boot. But Gnogglebolt, puped up by the divine magic, lined up his shot, and threw the cloth bag with all his gnommish skill, imparting that special spin that makes it go further. It sails through the air--and strikes Mr. Giggles dead on. The writhing material inside bursts out as the cloth bag ruptures, green tendrils of goo rapidly growing and rapping around the chimera. And, with even further luck, the chimera is unable to shake the worst of it off..and his wings become hopelessly gummed up.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Never hex a wizard's significant other.&quot; =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*pumped up

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I'm f-fine! Really! Don't butcher her, love!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It'll be nice if things work out that way. If they don't; it can't be helped.&quot; Spoken in a serious monotone.

* You roll to yourself: 52-15 =&gt; 52 - 15 = 37Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;'''What's that? Bite sized peices? DONE.'''&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">All done. :&gt;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">... anyone else see that?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Notice how it never cleans itself up quite right?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Yes.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh well, though. =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">Do you match exactly, or try to go bigger for the erasing?

TMG:<font color="#000000">If you match exactly, it won't work.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Match exactly. Which, apparently, isn't exactly.

TMG:<font color="#000000">it leaves that trim behind.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;It took forever to clean it off his fur last time --&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I just always hit edit &gt; undo.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ah, well, there's your problem/

TMG:<font color="#000000">Go full overkill with your erasing.

* Pamela Lundy screams!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh don't you worry, you little pile of rancid sugar.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus has received initiative.TMG:<font color="#000000">That's what I do. Or edit -&gt; undo, that works too.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Can Gnogglebolt shout a surrender offer, or shall i wait for my next turn?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;He's not going to have any fur by the time I am done with him.&quot; She says, and then turns to her comrads. &quot;Have at the tiger thing all you want, but Terrible Hair Lyndy has another one inbound!&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can make you match him, witch.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus strides out into the courtyard, winding his sword in the air once. A few cracks of white energy manifest over his form, just before it vanishes -- and is replaced with a huge templar, just as fast. Done!

Sszeyl has received initiative.Liatai:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt can shout.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Leave me with a unfettered line of sight to the ugly wench!&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pamela Lundy! Your ability to escape is gone! it's only a matter of time now before we bring you to heel! Surrender now, don't make this any harder than it needs to be, and you may yet find peace in the next life if not this one!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus whispers to Sszeyl, &quot;Smart.&quot; ^^;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Listen to the cleric. He speaks with earned wisdom. *sage nod*

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Whispers. &quot;It'll be balanced by how stupid my plan is.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">... oh gods help us.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where were your pretty words when they counted, brute?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I'm going to try grappling Pamela. :9 Get the seal over her too, then use it's Calm Emotions.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus knits his brow, focusing on Pamela. &quot;You know. Here on the surface, when we Humans preface a plan by remarking on how it is stupid and unworkable, we generally move to the next plan.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+2+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 2 + 2 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 5&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; listen!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Very true. Except my stupid plans have a fifty-fifty chance of working.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Cleric players, I have need of advice.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Remember the pew?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Can a domain spell be channeled into healing energy?

Tokens dropped onto map 'Blackwood - Market'Dorf Aias:<font color="#0000FF">Och?

* Thomas Lazarus nearly facepalms. &quot;I.. I blessed you with strength to punch her..&quot; ^^;;;

TMG:<font color="#000000">mm....I...do not think so.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">No ma'am.

Dorf Aias:<font color="#0000FF">Nay, tis nae possible.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Ma'am? D: *brick'd*

TMG:<font color="#000000">I'd have to check. I don't know off the top of my hea--oh, okay.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;That strength will go to work here. :9&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

* Thomas Lazarus sighs and doesn't waste anymore time focusing on it. Init limbo is fake, and all. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">((Atleast he won't die and will distract them. &gt;.&gt;))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Then I'll have to make do with drawing a wand during my move and using Cure Moderate Wounds on you, Aelian. &#171; &#160;2d8+6 = 8 + 6 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( With a wave of my magic wand, the white magic will seep into you, and make you feel better. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">aw, you fixed his hp before I could get to him. :P

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( And the innuendo will be good for your laughter. ))

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

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Aiiieee.. first boiling, now freezing. But I am thankful.&quot;

* Cadamon Gardner stands between Aelian and the undead, just to be on the safe side.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Did you say boiling?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Yes, that's what it felt like..&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Stay close.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 19 + 11 = 30&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; spellcraft! -5 if its necromancy or illusion, +2 if it's evocation!

You whisper to Ghostwish: Uh-oh.

You whisper to Ghostwish: Aelian's not out of the woods yet. Burning Blood.

You whisper to Ghostwish: SC page 40.

Landon Skar has received initiative.Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( ... ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( When did Giggles gain 5 hd? :. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">he was always 18.

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">Note to self; if staying with the breastplate aesthetic, spring for Mithril. Time to resort to Old Unreliable. Landon jogs around the corner and levels his crossbow at the villainess! &#171; &#160;1d20+7+2 = 17 + 7 + 2 = 26&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+1 = 1 + 1 = 2&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

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

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;!&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">It hits!

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">... too bad.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">She just takes it of the wound as it heals shut.

* Landon Skar narrows his eyes slightly (more). Dread Necromancers.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Who wants another buff?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Alobal damn her! Aelian don't move! That's Burning Blood! The spell isn't done with you just yet!&quot; She says, and looks nearly feral at Pamela. &quot;But she is very much done.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">It would not go unappreciated. :&gt;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 13 + 13 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Inspire Courage! Given how you already have a morale bonus to attack rolls, it just improves your saves versus fear, and your weapon damage rolls.

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">Damage. *nod*

Elros has received initiative.TMG:<font color="#000000">so now we have +2 damage?

TMG:<font color="#000000">I know either aid or prayer gave +1 to damage...

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">+2 hit, +2 damage, +? to Fear. :B

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Imagine, if you would, U.N. Owen was Her?! being played on a lute. :B That's the DM's current soundtrack. Minus the lute bit, of course.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Fuu...It's probably a bad idea to be the first one to close within melee range, huh...?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Given the fact that lightning is in the forecast? Extremely.

TMG:<font color="#000000">prrrobably. That chimera can still attack.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Wait until the giant gets up ins. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Nevermind any tricks Pamela still has.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros moves up so that he can get a better look at the situation, thinks, then puts his swords away, swapping them for his crossbow. He's being cautious, keeping his swords so he can re-draw them, but not rushing forward either. He does call for Ezer to move up though.

Ezer:<font color="#006666">...which he does dutifuly. End turn.

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

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;''Maxine! Simba! Ginger! Help me!''&quot;

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

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

</i>Maxine:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 17 + 8 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+8 = 14 + 8 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Flint Carthan has received initiative.Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your foul perversions cannot save you now. Priests, may we have some holy light soon?&quot; Gnogglebotl says, recalling that when the clerics unleash their light on powerful undead, if they don't dust outright, they usually run away.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm a little occupied right now!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus glances to each of the (apparently opening!) cages, and approaching tiger.

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

</i>* Flint Carthan moves up, swords at the ready. &quot;Got your back if you need it,&quot; he growls to no one in particular.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We'll see.&quot; He whispers thoughtfully.

Maxine:<font color="#000000">One cage opens...

Aelian has received initiative.Maxine:<font color="#000000">A large feline skeleton can be seen prowling within, just waiting for the door to open.

* Thomas Lazarus seems to have no intention of allowing Pamela time to cast any longer than he must. She has his full and undivided attention.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">ack! my turn snuck up on me!

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Unfortunately, Aelian, even though the damage was healed, you failed your Fort save.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">You are limited to a single move action this turn.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">How ominous. Tomi's theme came up on my player. :B http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1vAqV3UqoA&amp;feature=autoplay&amp;list=PL208990C9466ACD7D&amp;lf=mh_lolz&amp;playnext=4&amp;shuffle=231228

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hells.. damn this magic..&quot; Aelian says, limping out of Pamela's sight..

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">End turn.

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

Simba:<font color="#000000">The other cage begins to open...

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">there we go.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">At the worst, don't forget we have a bunches of potions. :o

Calrach has received initiative.Calrach:<font color="#000000">Clrach observes the situation. There's not much specifically he can do at this point, so he settles for maintaining the illusion to keep Pamela from realizing the ruse, and possibly gaining renewed confidence. Calrach simply plants his feet and bombastically gestures with both hands, as if struggling to hold something very heavy.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ael -- damnit!&quot; the bard growls, snapping his focus to the necromancer.

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">The ghostly, near-ehteral angel, of course not limteded by any real speed, simply floats slightly closer to Pamela, slowly. It's utter, complete soundlessness is eerie with it's terrible expression of rage, yet it seems to be taking its sweet time.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I can't do anything!&quot; Aelian barks between grunting..

Calrach:<font color="#000000">End turn.

* Pamela Lundy glances between the angel... to Tathi...

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Which are you more scared of?

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">... it's clear which she fears most at the moment.

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

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Or the now? :B

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">She ducks behind Mr. Giggles and whispers a spell... &#171; &#160;1d10+8 = 9 + 8 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* You roll to yourself: 37+17 =&gt; 37 + 17 = 54Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach frowns as she moves closer to his figment. Can't let her touch it, or she may break the spell.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">But then again, can't let it look like it's deliberately avoiding touching her.

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">Can I move? D: I'd like to move.

* Dr. Hatari misclicks. =3=;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Mm...I'm not sure actually.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;''Mr. Giggles! Stay!''&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">The rules aren't quite clear.

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">Okay. D: TMG:<font color="#000000">oh. :B

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

Gnogglebolt has received initiative.Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Really ought not to do that.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Uh-oh.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt, you might want to get out of Tathi's line. :B

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">... Oh riiiiiiight. :3 Oh fire-hair~ Roll a Fort save!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+fortitude = 15 + 4 = 19&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt mvoes into the soothing, protective aura of Thomas. &quot;You're only making this worse on yourself, Lundy!&quot; (oh she can step to the side. -3-)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Okay, clarified the tanglefoot issue.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Success! You take no damage this round, and can move freely!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Mr. Giggles is flightless and suffers the regular engtangle debuff, but he may move or attempt to break free.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">That would have been nice to know a while ago..

TMG:<font color="#000000">aelian; it didn't happen until -her- turn, since that's when she cast it. :B

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Silly, the effects take place on my turn. ;3

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">End turn, anyway.

Tathi has received initiative.Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">.. now that is just so very wrong

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Can you survive beig struck by lightning?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sacred canine duty, be back in a bit. :3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;We're about to find out.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;You're in Tathi's line of fire.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Good luck, by the way.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi raises her hands, and begins casti-

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What do you--Tathi you can sidestep!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Tathi is free to move herself a few feet before casting.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Next time you get in the way, Gnogglebolt, we're going to find out for real.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... never mind. Apparently she just wanted to snuggle. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( It's Tathi. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yes. She can move up to her base mvoe speed, 30 feet. :[

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Last chance.&quot; She says, heading north.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Holding up a small glass rod as she chants, Tathi sunders the battlefield with a blinding blue streak of lightning! DC17 for half damage, or suffer the full &#171; &#160;6d6 = 21&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 8 + 3 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; OW.

Rulbix:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 7 + 6 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( How is Rulbix still alive? |U ))

Rulbix:<font color="#000000">There is an unearthly squeeeeeeallll! like a heavily distorted dying pig, and a sudden pop leaving behind only a faint sulfurous smell and a black charred spot.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Did Pamela take toughness every level? ))

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

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 5 + 5 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Rulbix ... -had- Evasion.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Didn't help that time.

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

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Should have. =3=;;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'LL BE FUDGED. XD XD XD

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He's a familiar. They all have it.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">He should have taken NO damage from that fireball! XD

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hey. Ugly.&quot; She says, dusting off her hands. &quot;Your familiar is looking a little.. singed.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ah well. I won't retcon it. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">|3

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Rulby -- !!!&quot;

* You roll to yourself: 54-21 =&gt; 54 - 21 = 33Faerie:<font color="#006666">Did Pamela take damage from that, too?

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi's hands aren't weaving around any more..

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">No..

Thomas Lazarus has received initiative.Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">She's got a bright, fire-like gem she's tossing up and down now...

* Pamela Lundy sniffles...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt can't helpt it, but he feels the -slightest- pang of sympathy as what was obviously Pamela's closest pet became a mere splatter, but he shakes it off and rememebers what she's done, and more importantly, hasn't done. &quot;You had a chance, Pamela! You could have ended this!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Pamela. Dahling. Make peace with your god of choice.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Pardon..&quot; booms the templar, before thundering past his allies. The grim determination of the party giant is evident from his next move; he storms Lundy, her cover be damned. Thomas all but backhands one of Mr. Giggles heads away with his shield, although the others no doubt make their protests known. AoO!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Because I get the feeling you'll be seeing them.'

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">The creature's monocled draconic head swivels around to bite at Thomas' legs. &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 18 + 12 = 30&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;2d6+7 = 8 + 7 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">COME AT ME BRO, part ad nauseum.

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

* Thomas Lazarus grunts a bit as the expected strike connects, but he isn't phased.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Six, I believe.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I thought so...

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ael, are you hanging in there okay?!&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Surviving!&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Damn it! The one time I use my healing spell when it could have been useful later on!&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good! Keep at it!&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus lets the Chimera keep the shield, and grips his blade in both hands. &quot;It is.. WAY PAST TIME..&quot; &#171; &#160;1d20+10+2+2-4 = 4 + 10 + 2 + 2 - 4 = 14&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;2d8+19 = 8 + 19 = 27&#160;  &#187;

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

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Foo. Four. =w=;; ))

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">No matter who that was for, it was a miss.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Mr Giggles has -4 dex...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The ground just beside Pamela buckles under an EXPLOSIVE sword impact, sending stone debris through the air.

* Thomas Lazarus growls menacingly down at the woman.

TMG:<font color="#000000">ah well

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eeyaaaaah!!!&quot; Pamela shrieks as the sword makes impact, scrabbling away across the stone roof!

Sszeyl has received initiative.Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Just to clarify. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( I touch melee attack, then grapple to initiate Grapple. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( The -next turn- if I succeed again. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( I could loop some seal chain over her, and Calm Emotions? :B ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Correct. It provokes an AoO if you don't have improved grapple, however. And if any damage hits you from that AoO, the attempt auto-fails.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You can try, but expect to roll a Will save.

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

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Or her? ))

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

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Not sure what this aura is. But I'm staying in it.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go --&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;AWAY!!!&quot; Roll a Will save, Sszeyl!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 18 + 6 = 24&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Will save!

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're running out of chances, Lundy!&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">You're not shaken, and remind me if I try again that you can't be affected by Pamela's fear aura for the next 24 hours.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( +1 luck +1 morale +5 str +3 bab. ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're the ones who broke into my castle early.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( That's not even getting into +4 for grapple. :B ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 5 + 10 = 15&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Touch attack. &#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 4 + 14 = 18&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Grapple.

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

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 3 + 4 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; grapple!

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let go of me --!!!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You do get to deal free unarmed strike damage now, since the grapple established.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d8+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; ? :.

* Dr. Hatari always has to say that. =w=;;;

* Cadamon Gardner calls to Aelian. &quot;Are you coming back out here or staying inside?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">oh yes

TMG:<font color="#000000">and Sszeyl moves into Pamela's space.

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

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I'll come out.. sounds like Tathi's giving them hell..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Pamela, you've lost. You just haven't come to grips with it yet.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;All right.&quot; Cadamon delays until after Aelian's turn. &quot;Landon, skeletons north and east.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Try to be calm. =3=&quot;

Sszeyl has received initiative.Landon Skar has received initiative.Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Darn. ))

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

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm.&quot; He's so easy to RP.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I don't deny it. :B

* Landon Skar moves to intercept the Wizard's threat, and holds his ground with a staff flourish.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;How -- dare -- you --!!&quot;

* Edaric maintains his song for now...

Elros has received initiative.TMG:<font color="#000000">oh, oops.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I forgot to roll how long the tanglefoot bag lasts on Giggles.

TMG:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d4+1d4 = 2 + 3 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">5 rounds, from the original time of throwing.

TMG:<font color="#000000">after that, it will fall off by itself.

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros takes a 5-foot step to make sure he has a clear line, then...fires off an arrow at Mr. Giggles. Even if Pamela is still grappled, that thing looks like a threat. &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 6 + 8 = 14&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+3 = 4 + 3 = 7&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( When Ginger decides to chomp on my spinal chord, will the Grapple fail? ))

Elros:<font color="#006666">And how he manages to miss something that large... &gt;.&gt;

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">The bolt hits, but bounces right off its hide.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Hmm. Is that right? Does Elros have +2 dexterity?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">+3, I think.

Elros:<font color="#006666">+3 dex

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Because he must have 6 BaB, +3 dex, a masterwork weapon, and +2 from buffs. :|

Elros:<font color="#006666">Ah, I...think it might not be masterwork... &gt;.&gt;;

Elros:<font color="#006666">I oughta fix that, really. But that's a 'back in town' problem.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Meany; no, someone else attacking, or even grappling you, does not break your grapple on Pamela

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh well.

Ginger:<font color="#000000">The zombie cat pounces! &#171; &#160;1d20+15 = 10 + 15 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+7 = 4 + 7 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for Sszeyl!

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

* Thomas Lazarus flinches slightly.

Flint Carthan has received initiative.Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Get 6 HP back, Sszeyl. ^^; ))

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

* Flint Carthan grins. Seems the others have Pamela well-held...

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( It would only have trained from temp hp. ))

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( True. But, we don't get to decide. :B ))

* Mr. Giggles looks up to see holy water flying straight for his face. D: Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">Calculating.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+7+2 = 18 + 7 + 2 = 27&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Ranged touch attack. :U

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Does favored enemy damage apply to holy water? :.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;2d4 = 2&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; ?

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">I would think so.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">But I'm biased.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Will you guys quit playing tug of war with my psyche?! &gt;:O

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ehn. Why not? It's weapon damage and not spell damage. Barely. &gt;.&gt;

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Plus, gets this bossfight overwith more. |B

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Over here, ugly. I owe you.&quot; &gt;:3

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

Maxine:<font color="#000000">Rattle rattle -- this door needs to open faster.

Aelian has received initiative.Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Tom.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I'm going to be relying on you after this stupid idea goes down.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I won't be able to fight anymore after. :.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Run it by me one more time again? |B *BRICKS*

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Idea -- ?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Hi ginger.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;I'm going to cast Calm Emotions on Pamela here. &gt;3&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian draws back his longbow, and lets fly at Ginger &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 12 + 10 = 22&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+1 = 4 + 1 = 5&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

* Dr. Hatari checks the SRD. =3=;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">All done by the way

* Flint Carthan speaks in Draconic, forgetting that not every Mace member or even everyone here speaks it for strategy. :B &quot;(Tell her to call off the undead while you've got her!)&quot;

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

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

* Cadamon Gardner readies an action to tap Aelian with a wand at the first sign of damage.

Simba:<font color="#000000">Grr.

Calrach has received initiative.Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;To tell you the truth -- &quot; He grunts and weaves back from a Mr. Giggles head. &quot;-- I would really much rather you just knock her thrashing head unconscious and helped me fight these superbeasts.&quot; ^^;;;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's kind of looking bad!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Pamela? Which would you rather happen?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Me cracking your head against the ground until you're unconscious, or being nice and calm? =3=&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- damnit,&quot; Flint growls, as apparently his message didn't get through.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We have 30 levels of zombie right on top of us.. =w=;;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Kind of underdogs.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( I know. =3= Sigh, I really wanted that bragging right. ))

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach sees the situation changing slightly, and sees a way he -could- help...but he can't get close enough to do it, and it would still require dismissing his illusion. So he goes halfway, and starts moving closer to Pamela while still maintaining his illusion, still pretending to make his body shake under the 'stress' for theatric effect.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;When you've got her! Tell her to call off the undead!&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot; -- I --&quot;

* Pamela Lundy whimpers.

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">The ghostly gigantic agent of divine vengance floats closer...but it's visage begins to loose its rage. It doesn't look as angry anymore. More like...concerned.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">End turn.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 16 + 4 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; grapple -- and roll Fort again, Aelian.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 1 + 14 = 15&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+fortitude = 10 + 4 = 14&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">whoa, slippery fish. :o

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Snap.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Am I free?! :O

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Very well. We do this the painful way.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Roll your own grapple, meany...does she escape?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He did. He lost.

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

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Nat 1.

TMG:<font color="#000000">crap, missed that.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d8 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; fire and &#171;  &#160;1d8 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; acid for Aelian, and single move action is back --

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; healing readied action!

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">Rage returns to the face of the utterly, utterly silent angel.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Leave me alone --!!!!&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">9and if pamela escaped grapple, she moves out of Sszeyl's square into any she wants)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;:O

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

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">She scrambles away across the roof!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;She's all yours.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">A withdraw?

Gnogglebolt has received initiative.Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, not good!&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( This right here. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Or was her standard action spent grappling to get free?

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

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Good point!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hatari's right.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Is the most Evil thing Sszeyl has ever done. ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">I'm here, then. Move action.

TMG:<font color="#000000">She spent a standard action escaping

TMG:<font color="#000000">then can either move or take a five-foot step

TMG:<font color="#000000">and if she moves, she provokes AoO

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">From who?! D: TMG:<font color="#000000">...which -might- grapple ehr all over again, I think. :B

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Oh okay, go ahead.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You escaped the long arm of the law!

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Take your AoO.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Does that sound right, hatari?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">But not the short arm of the law!

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Meany?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Yes. |B

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+6+mod = 19 + 6 + 4 = 29&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Drow strike! &#171; &#160;1d8+3 = 5 + 3 = 8&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Magical damage.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Meany, you can AoO and either strike, or try to re-grapple her.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( +1 damage too. ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Was that a strike, or an attempted grapple?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Magic bludgeoning. That overcomes her extremely specific DR, if I'm not mistaken.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">strike, then, okay. If that didn't drop her, she can continue her sinle move action.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Run awaaaaaay! D8

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;What's the matter, Pamela?&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Okay, Gnogglebolt, it's your turn.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Surly this can't be the worst thing to happen around you.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not good! Don't let her get away! Priests, can you please make those zombies run away, if you've not any better ideas?&quot; Meanwhile, Gnogglebolt moves forward a bit...

* Pamela Lundy sniffles as she scrambles away, eyes full of tears and fear.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Oh...are you -crying- Pamela?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus sighs harshly while flicking his eyes aside to Gnogglebolt and back to Lundy. &quot;..No, we can't.&quot; He leaves it at that.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Really?&quot;

Tathi has received initiative.Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach curses quietly as she gets further away. That ruins his plan.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt judges the distance...hello.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">One...last cloth bag, with wriggling contents.

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi, who had been idly tossing the gem up and down in her hand this entire time, stops, grips it, then haaaauuullls back.. and hurls it. &quot;Scion of fire! Destroy her undead minions!!&quot; She commands

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Hurling tanglefoot bag at Pamela! ranged touch attack: &#171; &#160;1d20+8-4 = 1 + 8 - 4 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Son of a one.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Hey! I'm not done--now I'm done. @_@

Dr. Hatari:<i><font color="#FF0000">Railock'd

</i>Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">hang on, lemme see where it lands.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">3 range increments, counting from the north clockwise &#171; &#160;1d8 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Within the area that just became a firestorm. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Or not. :. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That doesn't, er.. provoke from Mr. Giggles, does it? o_o

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Land somewhere over there, ineffectually

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">End turn.

TMG:<font color="#000000">wait, does he have reach? o.o

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">No. D: TMG:<font color="#000000">oh, whew. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh. =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">By the way, if Tathi's throwing the gem and wants it to land in a specific spot

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Finding a token...

TMG:<font color="#000000">that's a thown weapon attack, too.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Exactly like a grenadelike weapon

TMG:<font color="#000000">but against AC of 5 to hit a specific square instead of a person.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Doesn't work like that, she just picks. The throw is fluff.

TMG:<font color="#000000">So Tathi basically just needs to roll for ones.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">'Close' range at CL 9.

TMG:<font color="#000000">He, if -this- thing goes off course, it;s--

TMG:<font color="#000000">wait, I thought she was throwing the gem, not a spell

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So, 45 feet.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( The gem is effectively a spell. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">It is? Really? o.O

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">It's a magic item, Tech, not a grenade.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You use the gem. It creates a casting of Summon Nature's Ally V; Fire Elemental.

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

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

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

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

* Dr. Hatari expected tech to say 'damn magic' :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Props for the flower fog of war. ))

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

Summoned Fire Elemental:<font color="#000000">Place me where you will, master.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Already regretting showing her how to change the fog texture. XP

Summoned Fire Elemental:<font color="#000000">Where do you want me?

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Only Large? :. Thought it was Huge? ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Huh. I just got a ? Oh well.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Aww well. Still burny. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">hmmm... allright team, tear up the monsters, or terrorize pamela a little more? :&gt;

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">hello?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Monsters. ^^;

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

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

</i>Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Yo. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Yes, Monsters. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">They're just.. way more dangerous than her.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Kill them until they die to death. ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">And, we just lost Tech.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Kill Mr. Giggles! Slaughter them!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Have it provoke AoOs too please? x3

Summoned Fire Elemental:<font color="#000000">You should have ownership of me, Ghostwish.

Summoned Fire Elemental:<font color="#000000">Where did you summon me?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">And... I moved him where..

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

</i>Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( YoTech. ))

Ginger:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 16 + 13 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+7 = 4 + 7 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; AoO!

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 6 + 12 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;2d6+7 = 6 + 7 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; AoO!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Summoned Fire Elemental: Place me where you will, master. Summoned Fire Elemental: Where do you want me? TMG: Huh. I just got a ? Oh well. TMG: testing. TMG: Am I still here&gt;? You have disconnected.

Ginger:<font color="#000000">D: &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 11 + 5 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 3 + 3 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">and the roof map won't load the last object now. :/

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">Both zombies catch on fire.

TMG:<font color="#000000">which must be the fire elemental.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's just loading the new fire elemental token image.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Presumably.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's high-res. Give it a second.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yeah, that is what it's trying to load. But it's stuck.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">did I just DC again?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">No?

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yeah, restarting client. Again.

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

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

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">I can't find the damage for a fire elemental's burning. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It is perhaps standard burning rules, as per dmg. Perhaps SRD will help.

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d6 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Ginger:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d6 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Dr. Hatari can't find it, but d6 sounds correct. =3=

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

</i>Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Damages to your Giggles Brand chimera; four hundred gp. Damages to your Ginger Brand Zombiecat? Six hundred gp. Psychological trauma to a mass murdering psycho? Priceless. ))

Summoned Fire Elemental:<font color="#000000">The elemental weathers the zombies' blows and attacks Mr. Giggles! &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 17 + 10 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;2d6+2+2d6 = 7 + 2 + 8 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">...fire elemental STILL won't load.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( For everything else there's Fireball. ))

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ahah, finally.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Nice.

TMG:<font color="#000000">okay, why was it summoned there and not in Pamela's path. ;~;

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

Thomas Lazarus has received initiative.<i><font color="#0000ff">TMG is disconnected.

</i>* Thomas Lazarus takes advantage of the fire elemental's distraction and charges off for Pamela once more, a fire of his own burning in those eyes. &quot;You'll get no sympathy from us; not me; not now! I know what you've done!&quot; He learns from his past mistake and aims that giant brand sweep more carefully. &#171; &#160;1d20+10+2+2 = 16 + 10 + 2 + 2 = 30&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;2d8+7+2 = 11 + 7 + 2 = 20&#160;  &#187;

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

</i>Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot; -- no -- nooooo!!!!&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">TMG: okay, why was it summoned there and not in Pamela's path. ;~; TMG: Oh well. Thomas Lazarus has received initiative. You have disconnected.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Good gods. How is she still standing?!

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Because I haven't moved yet.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">She looks like a stiff breeze will knock her out for the count...

Sszeyl has received initiative.Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">45 foot range, told to engage superbeasts.

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( What dost thou mean 45 feet range? :. ))

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just go; was talking about Close range summons.

TMG:<font color="#000000">ooh, if Pamela survives until Calrach's turn, I have -such- a plan for finishing this off... &gt;:D

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">GM, relevant check to determined trhe most damaged superbeast?

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;'''FINE! THEN LET THE HALF-ELF BURN!'''&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Not the silent image again =e=

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">It hardly needs a check. It's me.

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Preventing Pamela from damaging Aelian further would be the good thing... ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( But these two need to be fought, or axe through Flint/Gnoggle. :B ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d2 = 1&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Superbeasts it is~ ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&#171; &#160;1d20+6+mod = 10 + 6 + 4 = 20&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Drow strike! &#171; &#160;1d8+3 = 7 + 3 = 10&#160; <font color="#8B4500">&#187; Magical damage.

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

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Landon Skar has received initiative.* Landon Skar flicks his eyes to Lundy, the back to the emerging skeleton. &quot;...&quot; Drat. Dropped crossbow back there. &gt;.&gt;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;'''GINGER! OCCUPY HIM!'''&quot;

* Landon Skar holds his ground and enters full defense.

* Landon Skar rues the heft of his breastplate yet again. :|

* Edaric drops the song, moving up and readying an attack. &quot;Remind me when this is over if we all survive to ask if I can crib some spell notes from you,&quot; he mutters to Calrach.

Elros has received initiative.Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;O'course.&quot; Calracxh says, his brow furrowing as things go from great to not so great.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">*Calrach

Elros:<font color="#006666">Right, well, Herr Giggles looks damaged? He can have an arrow then. (Please?) &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 8 + 8 = 16&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+3 = 5 + 3 = 8&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Heeheehee~ if I die, my darlings will rip you apart without mercy~ and no one will stop the half-elf's blood from consuming him from within~!!!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Shouldn't it.. still be +11? =w=;;

Elros:<font color="#006666">You know, funny thing, Mr. Giggles isn't really all that...humorous. :[

Elros:<font color="#006666">...oh right, and another +2 from buffs.

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">Blame my psycho master. =3=; Ow.

Elros:<font color="#006666">I think +10 not +11.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well. BaB = +6, Dex = +3, and +2 from buffs. No?

Ginger:<font color="#000000">The tiger breaks off from Sszeyl at its master's orders and instead claws at Thomas! &#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 14 + 13 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+7 = 5 + 7 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Flint Carthan has received initiative.Elros:<font color="#006666">...I think by bab is +5, unless I'm a derp and didn't update it.

* Thomas Lazarus had been distracted, looking down at Pamela with a furious, twitching glare. The giant zombified tiger soundly blind-sides him! (On fire!)

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Records. I'm bad at keeping 'em.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You are.. =w=;;

* Flint Carthan steps in, weapons drawn.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">If you're a level 6 ranger, you have 6 base attack bonus. Unless there's a level of something else in there, or you're many thousands of XP behind us.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I have...18770 right now.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come on, ugly. Look over here,&quot; Flint growls, stabbing and slicing at the creature.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 2 + 6 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+6 = 1 + 6 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+4 = 3 + 4 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d4+3 = 3 + 3 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">18770 is enough. Go ahead and give yourself +6 BaB. :3

Smoke:<font color="#000000">I'll help!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just book-keeping errors. *handswish*

Smoke:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 17 + 5 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d6+3 = 6 + 3 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; !

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">How in the word did you do better than your master. =3=;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#8B4500">=w-

Maxine:<font color="#000000">... I don't think those doors are opening any time soon.

Aelian has received initiative.Aelian has received initiative.* Landon Skar was totally successfully faked out! =3=;; !

Faerie:<font color="#006666">At least it's easy to update now that Elros is on Tangledweb.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(...very curious. Strange that the doors have not opened for the skeletons to attack us. That's weird.)

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Let's see how much longer Mr. Giggles is giggling...

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian quickly fires off a pair of arrows in the span of a heartbeat! &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 5 + 8 = 13&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+1 = 8 + 1 = 9&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; and &#171;  &#160;1d20+8 = 10 + 8 = 18&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; for &#171;  &#160;1d8+1 = 4 + 1 = 5&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;!

Mr. Giggles:<font color="#000000">A valiant effort! To no effect. =3=

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">The priest moves forward briefly...

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Yo,.

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">The golden flecks of light that had been suffusing his aura congeal... and rocket forth as a pair of golden rays! &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 5 + 6 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+6 = 1 + 6 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;4d6 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;4d6 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">who was the target?

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Son of a low-rolling d20. D: Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Giggles. ^^;

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

Calrach has received initiative.Liatai:<font color="#000000">Calrach?

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach grits his teeth as he consideres.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">It's clar Pamela's trying to escape, although her escape is not very likely (he hopes0&gt; She looks to be bleeding and limping so bad, she can barely stand.

* Thomas Lazarus has an enormous tiger biting and clawing into his likewise enormous left arm, but even through the wrestling, his attention keeps coming back to Pamela, blade at the ready!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach moves forward a litte, and focuses on his illusion again. Time to gamble. If this works, great. If it doesn't anyone else can just snipe her.

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">The ghostly, translucent angel...melts into a golden cloud.

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">The golden cloud, with complete silence, rushes over Pamela's head, and begins to reform in front of her.

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">Still ghostly, still translucent, but now on the ground and right in front of Pamela.

* Meany yawns.

Meany:<font color="#8B4500">Warning, may pass out. =3=

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">The angel stares right at her, with chest puffed out, and arms crossed in front of it. While completely silent, it does't need words to make the meaning of it's next actions clear.

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">Slowly, it unfolds it's right arm, holding up one finger. The finger sways to the right...

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">then to the left...

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">then to the right again.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot; -- no -- please -- !!&quot;

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">It then jabs the finger once...twice...at the ground.

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">Then folds it's arms again and waits for her reaction.

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">End turn.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Any check?

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Bluff would be wise.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;. . . . .&quot; He observes the spell in total incomprehension.

TMG:<font color="#000000">If so, something like bluff or diplomacy?

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...what sort of a gesture...?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Bluff: &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 8 + 10 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 20 + 1 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh come on.

TMG:<font color="#000000">When someone's trying to stand over you, and they jab their finger at the ground, it means &quot;kneel&quot;--oh no! D: Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">None of us got it, so.. hey.. (:3

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot; -- out of my way!!!&quot;

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

</i>Faerie:<font color="#006666">It's nearly 2AM, you want sense? :P

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

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

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Holy crow.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It is. D: Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;-- Not so FAST!&quot;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">TMG: When someone's trying to stand over you, and they jab their finger at the ground, it means &quot;kneel&quot;--oh no! D: You have disconnected.

* Pamela Lundy stumbles and falls, whimpering.

TMG:<font color="#000000">what happened?

* Thomas Lazarus wrenches his arm free from the tiger for a split-second and takes a swing at Pamela with his fist! &#171; &#160;1d20+5+4+2 = 10 + 5 + 4 + 2 = 21&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;1d4+5+2 = 4 + 5 + 2 = 11&#160;  &#187; Nonlethal!

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;P-p-p-please -- have mercy -- I'll call them off --!!&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">What happened? D: Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Pamela took a move action away. Unfortunately, Tom was banking on it, and attempted a TKO.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ah, I see.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Did she touch the illusion?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Don't.. believe so.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Tom, do you follow through with that swing or wait for just a bit?

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( I'm not certain I understand. Do I have the, er, option..? ))

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( It seemed like now or never. ^^; ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">You do. I was trying to get out Pamela's line about calling off the undead, but you typed too quick for me. ^^;;;;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(Also, I can't believe you people. Come on, when someone wags their finger back and forth, that's a &quot;tsk, tsk, tsk&quot; or &quot;nuh-uh-uh&quot; gesture. And jabbing a finger at the ground means &quot;Sit.&quot; I mean, really. They're only super-basic, extremely often used gestures.)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Mayyy III retcon to a grapple? =3=

* Liatai understood? ^^;;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Thank you, Liatai. ^^

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">You may. &#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 7 + 4 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Fail incoming!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 8 + 13 = 21&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Can't believe she 20'd her Sense Motive...

TMG:<font color="#000000">WOuld have been awesome.

* Thomas Lazarus snatches the fleeing Necromancer off the ground before she can depart!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">... But he withholds the damage for the moment.

* Thomas Lazarus is giving her an expectant glower.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;P-please -- don't kill me -- &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you surrender?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt shouts over.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--CALL THEM OFF, NOW!&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;'' -- eeeeeeyaaaaaah! Okay okay okay okay!!!&quot; D:''

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The enchanted templar's voice echoes quite ominously.

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">&quot;Was that so hard?&quot;

Ginger:<font color="#000000">The zombies suddenly break off the attack and lay down where they are. Quietly smoldering. =3=;

Sszeyl:<font color="#8B4500">Combat over?

* Thomas Lazarus looks to the zombies quickly. He's in pretty poor shape despite himself.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Might as well roll Fort, Aelian.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">game over? please? X_@

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+fortitude = 1 + 4 = 5&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;

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

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

</i>Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Ohnoes. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Whiners. =w=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d8 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">Aelian takes a spot more damage.

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

</i>* Thomas Lazarus swivels his gaze back to Pamela, satisfied enough.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl: Combat over? Gnogglebolt: &quot;Alright tathi, dismiss that...fire thing.&quot; Gnogglebolt: &quot;And calrach, that...angel.&quot; You have disconnected.

GM:<font color="#000000">Any noms from the sleepies?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..You're under arrest.&quot;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I'll leave it at that before half the party mutinies. ^^;

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( Tom for Pursuit. ))

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach nods at Gogglebolt, then looks at the 'angel', and drops his arms.

GM:<font color="#000000">Probably wise... =3=;;;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I nom this session for &quot;Time? What time?&quot;

Ghostly Avenging Angel:<font color="#000000">The angel dips it's head, and fades into nothingness.

Sszeyl: <font color="#8b4500">(( where we're going we don't need time. ))

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm so sorry, guys. I completely lost track of time. ^^;;;;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's normal length.. just.. 2 hours ahead. |B

Faerie:<font color="#006666">When we hit 88 hours of game, we get sent back in time.

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Thomas for &quot;Where do you think you're going?&quot;

<i> You have disconnected.

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