Session 135.1

VAE has connected.

Railock has connected.

* Gamal-Junayd dances the dance of death

* VAE dances the dance of life

Liatai:Sorry, need a moment to get my head in the game and track down tokens. ^^;

Gamal-Junayd :take your time

Liatai:Guards, guards, guards...

Gamal-Junayd :....I read that and the song line girls, girls, girls popped into my head....

Gamal-Junayd :but with guards as the word instead

VAE:I thought you'd think of the discworld novel

Gamal-Junayd :nah that's only two guards in a row not three

VAE:See, it's guards guards before taxes

VAE:so there's one guard more

Liatai:Heh, I keep finding Reshal NPCs in my folders when I look for bystanders and ordinary folk. x3

Gamal-Junayd :heh

Liatai:I have no idea what roles these people might have, I'm just pulling them out in case I need extras. :B

Liatai:... And yes, I do this for every map. Just drag out extras and see who sticks. ^^;;; *brick'd*

You whisper to VAE: The young mage I just pulled out is Lesreel, just so's you know.

GM:And finally a Mink. Okay, I think I'm ready.

* Gamal-Junayd slices and dices all the people!

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">Okay. run down. how long has it been since gamal left the arguing guardians, has anything important happened or has it just been he's staying in fort winterhold?

GM:<font color="#000000">Not long, about two days. Though the question of where Gamal's staying is a good one. The Shepherds would be able to hook him up with a room in the small village near the fort, or one of the fort's smaller guest rooms with the understanding that if something happens he might need to stay in town instead to make room. Which would he prefer? What has he been doing in these two days?

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">He'd prefer to stay closer to altonor. And it's not like he has a lot of stuff, s a small room is fine. as for what he's doing, he'd probably see altonor at least once a day just so he has someone friendly to talk to. He also spends time practicing. in the fort if he's allowed, heck, even willing to help train people if allowed, outside in the fields if not. he's probably scouted out a place to stay just in case as well.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">and probably made friends with kitchen staff. helped cook if allowed, talked shop if not

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">The kitchen staff appreciate an extra hand, though you've heard a few voicing worries about being out of a job if you're the new hire. &gt;.&gt;;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">anytime I hear that reassure them I'm just in the fort temporarily, and have no intention of taking their jobs, just there to help a friend.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Two shakes, sorry. ^^;

Passing Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who's your friend? Nobody here recognizes you, and... well... you're kind of...&quot; She trails off awkwardly.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;He's under arrest, I'm here to help him when he goes to trial. He's a hero, but this jerk of an inquisitor from Braxton Falls has a grudge against him, so were here to take care of the problem once and for all through the legal system.&quot;

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Has anyone seen my glasses?&quot;

Passing Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You don't wear glasses, Ulfric,&quot; she calls into the background a moment before returning to you. &quot;Braxton Falls? That's awfully far away, why is he here? ... And why are you here in the kitchens? I mean... if you're a guest and all... you know... most guests don't... um...&quot;

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot; 'Splains why I can't find 'em... &quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Level with me, how much cooking sherry did you 'sample?'&quot;

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;None! Just couldn't get any sleep. Kid's got the croup.&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Doesn't explain away forgetting that you don't wear glasses, Ulfric. Out with it, come on.&quot;

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;M'tellin' the truth! Barely know my up from my left nowadays. Maybe I need some.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I like cooking. And yes, it's pretty far away. We were in yoriver, helping deal with the infestation. The inquisitor was brought there by the traitor commander to deal with my friend, and only JUST switched sides when his commander could be convinced the devils were the true threat. But as soon as the devils were dealt with, he went and started demanding his warrants be honored, even though the entire reason he was brought there was to help the traitors deal with those fighting the devils.&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're not getting any sherry.&quot;

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Glasses!&quot;

* Passing Girl headtilts. &quot;Sounds, uhm... complicated. &quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;It is. So I'm here while a date for the trial is set up.&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;No! Why would you even need multiple glasses of sherry anyway -- &quot;

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;For my face...&quot; =w=;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Waste of good wine. Why...&quot;

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot; Are you sure you haven't been in the sherry instead? &quot; =3=;

Passing Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, wow. That could be a long time, I mean... politics and all. So, uhm.... uh.... what, uhm...&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;What! How dare you! I'm just trying to get a feel for how much might be left!&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;So since cooking is somethign I enjoy...while I'm here, I would like to help out around here. Gives me somethign to do to pass the time.&quot;

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;What, so you can drink it instead?&quot; =3= The fellow pokes the other one in the shoulder. &quot;Seem to have sherry on the brain today...&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Piss off, stop touching me with your croup hands.&quot; =3=#

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot; Who pissed in your oatmeal this morning? &quot; =3=;

Passing Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, uhm... okay. Did you have a restaurant before, or... uhm...&quot; She keeps stealing looks at your bandages.

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;What was that?!&quot;

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nothing.&quot; =3=

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh no. I'm part of an adventuring company. I cooked for the group, but it's really just something I enjoy doing&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's right.&quot; Mumble grumble. &quot; Extra security getting in the way of doing our jobs, adventurers in the kitchen, more mouths to feed, maybe I should... &quot; =w=#

Passing Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh! Oh, I see. I thought maybe you... uhm... Did you, uhm, fight a.... you know, a....&quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Passing Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did the devils or... something or...&quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm? I've fought quite a lot through the years. Most recently in yoriver we were dealing with devils, and the traitors there even had some fiendish purple worms. huge beasts, tried to swallow the head of the local leaden mace that hadn't gone traitors.&quot;

Passing Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Swallow?! Like, whole?! There are things that can do that?&quot; o_o;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course there are, haven't you ever heard of dragons?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes. it was big enough. Made tunnels through the ground jsut by eating rock and dirt as it went.&quot;

Passing Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do they... uhm.... live around...&quot; &gt;.&gt;;;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;They usually live underground, pretty far. The traitors had been using devilish possession to control them.&quot;

Passing Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh! Oh. So not around, like... here.&quot; She scans the stones of the floor.

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;We live in a fort, Martha. If one showed up, I'm sure the soldiers can handle it.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;If they were, they would of probably attacked already. Vicious beasts, but not very smart.&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;''Oi! Hands off the tray!''&quot; &gt;:E

Fresh New Recruit:<font color="#000000">&quot;I was just tasting!&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;No! Ehlonna's tits, who knows where your hands have been. &quot; &gt;:E

* Fresh New Recruit tries to steal a roll as the kitchen guy shoos him away.

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot; Damned new guards getting in the way. What do they think, some kind of assassin is going to come up through the kitchen? &quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;No, but they probably would love to grab as much food while on duty as possible. So excuses to visit are made&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;This isn't just a visit! Would be more tolerable if it were.&quot; &gt;:E

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot; They've started posting more guards about everywhere since a political prisoner's shown up. Worried about assassins, I think. &quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;They've added new guards to an actual shift down here?&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes!&quot; =w=# &quot;Suppose they think it's an easy assignment. I'll report your ass to your superiors for this -- back to your post, you, and spit out that roll!&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;When did they add them?&quot;

Fresh New Recruit:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or what? Sh'not like y'can sherve it now, sh'got my shpit on it --&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;OUT!&quot; &gt;:E

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot; Yesterday. &quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">to the new recruit. &quot;You know, it wouldn't be wise to anger those who prepare your food. Not unless you like spending all day bent over a toilet.&quot;

Fresh New Recruit:<font color="#000000">Mmrh? Chew-swallow. &quot; S'just one roll, not gonna hurt anything. &quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;That depends on who those rolls were meant for, wether it was a carefully made amount for a specific dinner party or just for general eating. I doubt you have the kitchens schedule of how much and to where all the food they are making goes.&quot;

Fresh New Recruit:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come off it, man, it's just one roll. What dinner party's gonna get spoiled by one roll? I'm starving, anyway. No breakfast.&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;And whose fault is that?&quot; Seethe. &gt;:E

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot; Oy vey... &quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;If you skip meals it's your own fault. If you really are that hungry, you might of, I don't know...Tried asking if theres anything you could snack on instead of jsut taking it? And while the dinner party mgiht not be spoiled, it's the kitchen staff who would get the blame were quantities not sufficient because they didn't have time to cook more.&quot;

Fresh New Recruit:<font color="#000000">&quot; S'just one... &quot; Sigh. &quot; ... Is there anything I can snack on, please. &quot; =w=#

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not anymore there's not. You blew it. Wait for lunch.&quot;

Fresh New Recruit:<font color="#000000">&quot;See?&quot; Forlorn roll-chew. =3=;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;It's easier to ask ahead of time and build up good will than to get small favors after you've pissed someone off.&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Damn right.&quot;

Fresh New Recruit:<font color="#000000"> Sigh.

=w=;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot; Give me that, at least it can feed the pigs. &quot;

* Fresh New Recruit shompf's the rest of the roll.

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&gt;:E !!

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">Sighhh. &quot; Hope whatever politics are going on end soon. Elves this, guards that, assassins this, dwarves that... &quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I have a feeling it may just go on for a good while. politics never end as fast as they should.&quot;

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Especially with elves.&quot;

Passing Girl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't know... my cousin in Thalinde sent a letter saying something about an elf and a baron... ended in... you know... kaboom... &quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Only thing those pointy-eared tree huggers do quickly, I swear. Not all of us have decades to wait for a damn appointment.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Nope. But having power behind you does often make it easier to get appointments.&quot;

Kitchen Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Easy for you to say, you're an adventurer.&quot;

Sleepy Guy:<font color="#000000">&quot; Be nice. Let's just get this stew going. &quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Cooking goes on. About what time does Gamal feel like leaving the kitchen?

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">um. lets say around 2 pm (almost typed am) and he might go back later in the day to help with dinner finalization

VAE:<font color="#000000">hey lia, where's the nervous guy token from?

VAE whispers: also noticed Lesreel. Hmm.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sorry... sudden family. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">It looks awfully like String Theory art.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Somewhere on DeviantArt.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Great comic, just haven't kept up with it much

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I think the artist's handle is spookydoom.

VAE:<font color="#000000">. . . she has a dA account I think, so might be it

You whisper to VAE: Missed his drow self token. ^^; I'll plop it down.

VAE whispers: Hah

VAE whispers: Male 123 made me think of Prisoner 24601

VAE whispers: *all the bricks*

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">If he passes by the prison, he'll be witness to a tense scene between a few guards and a red-haired half-elf at the reception desk.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">does it happen to look like a red haired half elf I once dueled in an arena?

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look, I refuse to believe he's been trancing this long. Will you please just tell him that one of his fellow Blacklight monkeys is here to see him, he'll vouch for me.&quot;

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I told you, you can't go visit any prisoners bearing any magic items, especially spouting ominous things like that.&quot;

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I told you --&quot; He growls quietly in frustration. &quot; (Arrgh. Humans.) &quot; (Elven) &quot;Look, I don't want to cause a scene here.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd steps into the door

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're doing a poor job of that. I can see the magic on the hat. Take it off, sir, or I can't let you pass. It's a matter of security.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Is there a problem?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Where there's drow, there's always a problem

* VAE brick'd

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, sir. Just explaining some rules.&quot;

* Traran Hawthorn looks up. &quot;... Oh, you. Where'd you slink in from?&quot; A tense smile is offered.

VAE:<font color="#000000">&quot;You seem to have not heard me clearly,sir. Those are rules, not suggestions. And this is a foot.&quot;

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">I'm... completely... calm. &#171; &#160;1d20+20-10 = 11 + 20 - 10 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Bluff.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">(Sense Motive Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+0 = 15 + 0 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I've been here for a few days...Most likely for similar reasons as to why your here.&quot;

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;Most likely.&quot;

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;You know this man, sir?&quot;

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;Please tell them I'm not here to kill anybody.&quot; =w=#

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Somewhat. Fought against him in an open tournament down in castleton. And from how he did then...If he was out to kill someone, they'd probably already be dead and he'd be on his way out.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd whispers: unfortunatly, he doesn't really know rhy that well, and mainly has the combat encounter to go off of for info

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, thank you, finally someone sane!&quot;

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's not reassuring.&quot;

* Traran Hawthorn hisses an Elven vulgarity.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;She won't let you through without your hat? Bet I know why your keeping it on....Want to step outside and talk? I could talk to him if you need to send him a message, and are worried about everyone seeing your bald spot.&quot; said in a light tone

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's right, listen, if I was an assassin, would I be going the route guaranteed to draw the most attention from guards, and have my comings and goings documented?&quot;

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's happened before. If you don't remove your magic items, no visit.&quot;

* Traran Hawthorn sighs, aside to Gamal. &quot;Thanks, but no, it'd tire you out with all the back-and-forth messages.&quot;

* VAE sympathises with the receotionist. Every time there's a regulation, there's someone speshul that thinks it doesn't apply to them

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Well I doubt you'll get past here with your hat.&quot;

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">Thank you, someone sane.

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">Stealing my lines, too, are we?

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;And it's not like I have anything better to do.&quot;

* Traran Hawthorn pinches the bridge of his nose. &quot;Look, it's kind of you, but this is too important to trust to a go-between.&quot;

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then remove your magic items, and the problem will be solved.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Then if you really want to see him that bad. Your best bet is to take off the hat, Or...talk to Captain Mackenzie about special dispensition to let it slide. As long as the rules are in place, I don't think you'll get through as is.&quot;

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm not taking off my hat out here. If you'd just do a little research like I suggested, you'd get why.&quot; Last line directed at the guard.

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Talk to the archivists about research. I have a job to do.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd walks up tothe receptionist, takes off any items he might have &quot;Might I go see the prisoner?&quot;

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;Listen, it's a matter of avoiding all number of sharp, pointy things that tend to come out when it comes off.&quot; &gt;:\ &quot;That's not pleasant for anyone involved...&quot; Suddenly, Moscran.

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Threats will get you escorted from the premises, sir.&quot; &gt;:| She nods to Gamal, and gestures a guard to follow him.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm sure theres a way to solve this. I'll be right back though, going to do my research...&quot;

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm not --&quot; The half-elf pinches the bridge of his nose again with a growl, counting to ten in 'muffled' DSL against his nose.

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just a moment, sir.&quot; She gestures to the guard set to escort Gamal. Listen check? (Also, what languages does Gamal speak?)

* Gamal-Junayd goes and sees altonor. does the guard stay with me? and languages are Common, Draconic, Auran, Ignan

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">(Listen Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">Provided he waits for the conversation between guard and receptionist to finish, yes.

* Gamal-Junayd hears not a damn thing

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">hmm..probably somethign I'd of done day one. is see if altonor spoke any of those

Altonor:<font color="#000000">Nope, sadly. Aside from Common, of course.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">so is altonor awake? and how close does the guard remain while I talk to him?

Altonor:<font color="#000000">When he arrives at the cell, he'll notice there's a new addition; a ball and chain. There's a guard stationed just outside, as usual, and the other guard stays fairly close, watching you keenly. The drow appears to be daydreaming, looking out the cell window, but he turns eagerly as he hears footsteps. His expression falls a little bit seeing it's you, but he's back to grinning quickly. &quot;There's the daily visit. What's new in the world today, Gamal?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">what was olidimara festival called again?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The Tricksters' Feast.

VAE:<font color="#000000">*snrrk*

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ball and chain suggests he was up to things

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Theres someone out there to see you. They won't let him in because of a magic hat. I've seen him before, in castleton. Fought against him in castleton during a tournament on the Tricksters Feast. Is pretty sneaky with a dagger. Also saw him take his hat off then and...show off. So know why he wouldn't want to take it off. He was telling the receptionist that one of your fellow blacklight monkeys is here to get you to vouch. Wanted toc heck with you before I tried helping him, as I do'nt really know him. Also, why the ball and chain?&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, this?&quot; He kicks a bit to bring the ball rolling closer to him, then picks it up. &quot;My idea, last night. Some of the new recruits are scared of the big bad drow. Helps put 'em at ease. Besides!&quot; He hefts it a bit into the air a few times. &quot;Training implement.&quot; |3 He lowers it back to the ground. &quot;... Now, slow down a bit. Trickster's Feast, monkey... aha. Surprised it took him this long.&quot;

Guard 1:<font color="#000000">The guard stationed there looks a bit uneasy at how easily the &quot;big bad drow&quot; lifted that ball and chain... &gt;.&gt;;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;You know there even stationing guards in the kitchen since yesterday? They really are afraid of you. Now...who's come acalling, and Do you have any suggestions? I think he's getting a bit angry out there being unable to see you, and wouldn't give me any messages for you.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">. . . ahahahaha

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hrm. Probably not me. More scared of what they know's probably coming because of me.&quot; He frowns. &quot;... hrrrrrm. Don't suppose they'll just take my word for it he's an old friend.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't suppose he's tried mentioning the Blacklight Project yet?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">VAE - ? =3=;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;no, he hasn't. And what's likely coming because of you?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I did tell him he's more likely to get the ability to see you with his hat by talking to Captain Mackenzie than the receptionist. She seems to be a stickler for the rules, and this one does at least make some sense.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Him exercising with the ball. Sure to put the guards at ease

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;That should be a start. Should help with the hat issue.&quot; He hrms again, rubbing his chin. &quot;What isn't coming might be a better question.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Anything I shoudl be on the look out?&quot;

* Altonor starts to tick things off on his fingers. &quot;Let's see here, short list. Orgolls, they're closest. Lolthians. Elves. Gnomes. Dwarves. Devils. Demons. Mind flayers. Pissed-off humans. With my luck there's probably some goblin or kobold or fuck-all else I've pissed off by existing somewhere along the line, too.&quot; =3=

* Gamal-Junayd chuckles

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Gnomes eh? does that mean if gnogglebolt stops by we should keep him out just as if Miron had come by?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Or Tathi for elves?&quot;

* Altonor chuckles. &quot;All right, all right, I meant angry ones. Extremists. Folks are afraid of change, and they don't like outliers. Some Kemmerist or holy warrior of Corellon might decide to take revenge for things past, or might decide the world's easier to take if the thing threatening their precious preconceptions doesn't exist anymore.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay then, So Mirons still out according to that.&quot; chuckles a bit &quot;But now, back to your friends predicament. ARe you sure you know who it is, and how much work should we put in to get him in here to talk to you?&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm pretty sure. About ninety percent sure.&quot; He rubs his chin. &quot;Five percent it's someone else I know, five percent it's not. Mentioning Blacklight should help smooth the hat issue a bit. Let's see here.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">He''s not really a kemmerist though x3

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;But who to mention blacklight to? I'm not so sure the receptionist will budge for anything.&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">afk for a moment myself then

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron:&quot;Why make history repeat itself? We must purge with flames the festering wound that the drow are on the face of Akellon, make them pay and make sure it never happens again, before a second founding can even be thought of. We won't live safely while lolthian spiderfucker scum lives at all.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">and night, I guess.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Somebody with access to the records. They'll need to dig back about 125 years. Check under war prisoner records. If they need a search term for their spells, try looking for my name back then. Altonor of Iphyl. I-P-H-Y-L. Ask him what initials to look for for himself, since I doubt he'll be keen on spouting his real name. How to tell whether it's the first five percent... hrm....&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ask whoever's doing the magic scan if they see a hat, or a mask. If it's a mask, it's the first five percent. Hat, could be him or someone else. To really cement whether it's him...&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;The receptionist mentioned a hat.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;If I ask him for his initials for finding him in this blacklight project..if it's who you think it is, what should they be?&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;... He's gonna stew about this, but I can take it. Well, good, because if it was the mask, it'd be the only other person I know of who'd be able to pull off a complete foolproof impression. Ask 'im.... what year the knife broke. He'll probably get mad. Tell him I said it. You're looking for 1176. Even better if he pins it down to Korda.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;R'C.&quot; ((Note; pronounced just like R.C., I'm just noting how drow write their initials with a house name since this is a text medium. *brick'd*))

* Gamal-Junayd nods.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, I'll check with him. If he confirms the year, and has the correct initials, I'm guessing I should take this to the captain? If he fails either or both, what would you recomend I do?&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't let 'im in if he fails either. Captain's a good idea. With any luck the research will be enough, but you never know with politics.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd nods

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, I'll get out there. hopefully before he loses his temper at the receptionist.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd nods to the guard that he's heading back

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yyyyyyeah that'd be good. 'Specially if it is him. I've seen him snap, and it ain't pretty.&quot; =w=; &quot;Godspeed.&quot;

Guard 1:<font color="#000000">Back we go. The stationed guard pocketed a notebook as you passed.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">any more yelling s we approach?

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">The half-elf is seated in a chair in the entryway, legs crossed, tapping an irritable rhythm against his arm with one hand. The receptionist is calmly sorting paperwork, and two guards have their eyes on the red-haired one.

* Gamal-Junayd first nods at the receptionist, then takes his items back, is there another chair next to the elf?

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">There is.

* Gamal-Junayd goes and sits next to him

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Talked to him. He has a suggestion on how to get you in. But he had a few things he wanted me to ask you first.&quot;

* Traran Hawthorn 's gaze slides over to you as you sit down, but he doesn't make any other acknowledgement of your presence at first until you speak. He nods.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;First, he said you'd get mad, but to ask you...what year the knife broke. Month too if you can remember.&quot;

* Traran Hawthorn slowly turns his head to regard you for a few moments, then leans back in his seat with a whooshed exhalation and tipping his hat down over his eyes. &quot; ... Like I could ever forget. Korda 16th, 1176.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd nods.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Next. Were gonna have to go find the archives look up some old information. About a Blacklight project. War prisoner records 125 years ago. He told me what name to look him up under it, and said you probably won't want to spout your real name but...what initials should we look for you under?&quot;

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;I already tried the Blacklight thing,&quot; he growls, leaning forward and gesturing in the air. &quot;I didn't expect to run up into a wall of human ignorance, laziness, and acutely limited historical recollection --&quot; He pauses. &quot; ... No offense intended to present company. &quot; =w=;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Not everyone is taught all of history. We don't have as long to learn as you do. I have no clue about this project myself. It probably had nothing to do with how to survive in the desert, or my tribes history, and so wasn't anything to be taught. And a hundred and twenty five years ago...is also close to 4 generations ago...which is a long time to teach, expecially if you lack access to formal schooling. We'll have to go to the archives for the information. But, I digress. Under what initials will we find you under?&quot;

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... No, it didn't. You'd think they'd see fit to brief the people involved in this on it, though, seeing how he's a survivor and all...&quot; He takes a moment to simmer down. &quot;... R'C.&quot;

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;On the off chance there's more than one, and I don't remember if there is, look for one connected to a scouting unit.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd nod

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;Take care not to let the house name fly around too much. There are a lot of enemies attached to it.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, then how about we both go and find an archivist who can look up what we need to take to the captain, Since you knew what he wanted, he's willing to see you, so next step is doing what we can to get you in without beating your head into a wall here. She's just doing her job, and I'm sure if she will let you in on anyones word, it will be the captain in charge of this, or someone who he can talk to.&quot; turns to the receptionist. &quot;Excuse me, but where might I find the archives?&quot;

Receptionist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Follow that hallway to the end, go right, take your first left, and look for the sign.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd stands up, bows to her, and gestures for the elf to go first

* Traran Hawthorn stands up, and I imagine there's a bit of an awkward pause in the hallway entrance as he waits to follow you. ... =3=; &quot; Right. Sure. &quot; He follows the path automatically, albeit somewhat slowly, looking around at the hall and adjacent rooms during the whole walk.

* Gamal-Junayd follows him &quot;Hopefully we can clear this all up and get you in to see him and his ball and chain. Just letting you know, I'm pretty sure they are recording everything said to him.&quot;

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">He pauses on the corner just before the archives, touching one of the stones on the wall and trying to wiggle it a bit. &quot;Huh? -- Yeah, I'm sure. I'd be surprised if they weren't. ... Did you say ball and chain?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah. was a new addition today. He said he requested it. To help calm the guards that were afraid of him. And use it for exercise. I think the second part is working, but lifting it like he does I think is doing the opposite of calming on his guards.&quot;

* Traran Hawthorn snorts a bit with laughter, leaving the brick alone. &quot;Typical Alt.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd looks at the place when they get there. looks like a place you just go in, or knock?

Archivist:<font color="#000000">Just go in. There's an older fellow seated at a desk beyond the door. The half-elf is looking around with something of a faraway look.

* Gamal-Junayd nods to the archivist. &quot;Excuse me, could you help me find some information?&quot;

Archivist:<font color="#000000">He looks curiously at Gamal's mummed-up face. &quot;As long as you sign in first. That's what I'm here for.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd signs in

* Traran Hawthorn hangs around behind Gamal, scanning the tops of the shelves. &quot; Used to be a shelf there... had a bunch of encyclopedias. I used to climb up top to read, when I could get away with it. &quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm looking for information from..about 125 years ago. a Blacklight Project, War Prisoner records. Specifically two. One, an Altonor of...I-P-H-Y-L. And someone with the initals R.C. from a scouting unit if theres multiple.&quot; Gamal glances back at the elf with each bit of information.

* Traran Hawthorn registers after a bit that Gamal's looking at him. -- He nods in affirmation.

Archivist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmmmm. Long time ago. Hope we still have it for you. Could you spell that name, please?&quot; A raven flaps across the room to peer at the paper while the man prepares to write.

* Gamal-Junayd spells the name.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">and hops to gods it's spelled like it sounds

* Traran Hawthorn corrects it if Gamal is off.

Archivist:<font color="#000000">The man rolls up the paper, lays one hand on the raven and another on a nearby scroll, speaking arcane words. Magic sizzles in the air, and the bird's eyes glow as the paper shrivels up and vanishes. The bird takes off into the archives. &quot;He'll be a little while, most likely. Make yourselves comfortable.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd looks around for chairs, and sits if there are any

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There are. A number of benches, too. Your elven compatriot is wandering.

* Gamal-Junayd just calmly waits. lets the elf be lost in his rememberance

Archivist:<font color="#000000">After a few minutes, the old man hums a bit. &quot;You fellows are lucky. It was declassified 24 years ago.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd stands up &quot;hundred and one years to declassify...interesting.&quot;

Archivist:<font color="#000000">The old man closes his eyes, his eyebrows steadily rising over the next few moments.

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot; Doesn't surprise me... Hooded Lantern business. And with elves involved, it's not that long. &quot; He's been looking out a window at a nearby courtyard for the past few minutes.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Somethign interesting?&quot;

Archivist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. I'm searching for those names now. I'll have to have Ysef bring out the book when we're done here...&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd nods, and goes back to sitting, since it seems like it'll be still longer.

Archivist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Found the first, Altonor of Iphyl, a captured... cavalryman, it looks like, with the 'dayrider' title attached. Anything in particular you're looking for with that name?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Not really, just confirmation that it's there. Most likey going to have to take this information to Captain Mackenzie when it's found, hopefully he'll know more of what to look for it anything.&quot;

Archivist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Scanning for the second one... ... Rhylinar of Claddani, Sunscout 3rd, Squad 404 of the Seventh Eye?&quot;

Traran Hawthorn:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes sir.&quot; The half-elf turns automatically, standing at half-attention.

* Gamal-Junayd looks at the elf for his reaciton.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;That would be it then. Is their any way we could get a copy of that to show to the captain?&quot;

Archivist:<font color="#000000">&quot;Copying the whole book would take a long time, but I can copy a few relevant pages in a minute or so.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Hopefully that will be enough, and if the captain needs more, at least we've already foudn the book&quot;

Archivist:<font color="#000000">&quot;True. I'll keep it here behind the desk. Boccob knows I want to look it over myself. &quot;

Archivist:<font color="#000000">Fast-forward for paper-copying later... &quot;Here you are.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd takes it and thanks him, then steps out into the hall, and waits for rhylinar to stop daydreaming and join him

* Gamal-Junayd reads what info is int he pages while he does so anythign goof?

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">good*

* Traran Hawthorn nods thanks and also follows. Seems to be details of some kind of... Rehabilitation experiment? Counterespionage project? The first pages are just a list of names, ranks, and dates, with notes beneath indicating pages for further reading. Twenty-four names, four of which Gamal could stand a chance at recognizing. Altonor of Iphyl is on there, the discovered Rhylinar of Claddani... There are a few names that don't have the 'of' between first and last name, like Viceth Iraestin, artillery tied to House Welvaryn (deserter)... He might also catch two Helvirahels, and might stand a vague chance of recognizing the name Pellan'zyne attached to one of them (sunscout, deserter).

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I can type out further notes sometime but it's getting late. ^^;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">yeah.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">do we want to wrap up and come back for another session, or push on tot he captain? cause I could see a lot more talking all over the place

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ehn... Let's wrap up and come back for another session. Gives me time to type up what Gamal would see skimming. ^^;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">okay no problem.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">I can now crash for work tomorrow

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I need to go throw some stew in the slow cooker.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">havea good night. I'm going to bring downt eh server then if that's okay

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

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