Session 127

Dr. Hatari has connected.

 Meany has connected.

 VAE has connected.

 Railock has connected.

 RAM has connected.

 Glitch has connected.

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

</i> GM:<font color="#000000">THERE we go -- the router got knocked over. I lost my log, but it was only character questions, so we should be good to continue.

GM:<font color="#000000">Oh, and everyone's here, good! :D

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">http://randompics.net/gunsgob/

GM:<font color="#000000">How are folks today?

Meany:<font color="#333333">I need to find a shotgun.

Meany:<font color="#333333">And deal with that horse.

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

Meany:<font color="#333333">Three random dragons in Skyrim, all of them friendly.

Meany:<font color="#333333">&gt;:O

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">I am still alive. unfortunatly.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">how is that unfortunate?

VAE:<font color="#000000">And well, we can help it easily

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">I haven't become an undead abomination out to destroy the world. VERY disapointing! heh

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh, you mean that sort of dead

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well, can't help with that, otherwise I'd be doing it

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... want to grab a pre-game snack, but... snuggledog... ^^;

GM:<font color="#000000">One more character question before roll call, then. :3

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;Describe the nature and intensity of your character's religious feelings.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Eh, I'm not too religious. Garl's a cool guy.

* Thomas Lazarus is rather bizarrely the less religious Lazarus sibling.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Vandria asks that I try and talk my way out of a problem, and plan for the ineviability of war. I have applied these teachings in tempering my urge to savage everyone in arm's reach, and as a goal for my many businesses.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">But my heart does not burn with her name. And I'm sorry for that.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">I deal in Spirits.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">As such, I don't affiliate myself with any of the mainstream religions of this world.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">Or any of the religions, really.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I guess I'm just an easy-going practical kind of guy. |D; Pelor and I have an understanding, though. I think if he walked the world, he would feel the same way. It's about the message and the people. I show my devotion by doing.

Miron:<font color="#000000">What can I say. I serve justice and through doing so, I do Saint Cuthbert's work down here. He guides all of us, and grants us his favours.

Adulian:<font color="#990000">I pay homage to no God, and that has suited me just fine. The Spirits are all I need.

Burmice:<font color="#000000">I praise the Goddess and follow her teachings. What sort of an idiotic question is this? {1d20+17] Bluff

Burmice:<font color="#000000">I praise the Goddess and follow her teachings. What sort of an idiotic question is this? &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 3 + 17 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Bluff

* Dr. Hatari is confused.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Honestly, I'm kind of a side-liner in religion. Elven gods and all that, but I tend to be more of the magic aspect of Alobal instead of, well, what MOST worship him for.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">But yes. The saint promises safety to the righteous and just vengeance to the wronged. How could I not worship him with all my heart?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Is she bluffing to make us think she does follow Lolth, and does not? In her context? Why would she do that? It's like a Nazi officer inserted into the heart of London or something and going all, &quot;O-of course Hitler is great! &gt;.&gt;&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">A bit of silly. Down in Chel, any other answer would get you executed, pretty much x3

* Dr. Hatari bricked.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Practice x3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">... Except it's the explicit answer that would get her mobbed in her environment. |D;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Define &quot;her enviroment&quot; x3 She does happen in the city every now and then, much like Gel does

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

* Dr. Hatari lights fire under Mink. :O

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">As for me.. I'm a Cuthbertine, sort of.After all, not like the gods give much of a damn about what happens down here - otherwise Yoriver would look a lot different than what it does.

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">I guess my stance is &quot;help yourself, and whoever's above will help you too, if they feel like it.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Sorry I had to go poke Mom and get her out of bed ^^;;;

GM:<font color="#000000">ROLL CALL!

* VAE brings out the breadrolls

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

* Gamal-Junayd throws rolls at the DM

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

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

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Blah blah blah.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mom needs help again =3=;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Yakety schmakety.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh, and Hatari - she was already showing her actual face on token x3. If it was dealing with most those in Castleton, it'd be one of a number for fake appearances.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I just need to find or draw an appropriate token for at least her butcher shop owner half-elf persona

Meany:<font color="#333333">Burmy's best disguise: http://blog.blogtalkradio.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/kathy-kinney-main-1.jpg

Burmice:<font color="#000000">*CHARNEL TOUCH*

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

Burmice:<font color="#000000">I have *standards*. I mean, as an one-off, maybe, but why in the webbed pits would I want to look like *that* most of the time!?

Meany:<font color="#333333">Because everyone assumes, rightfully, that a drow would disguise themselves to make them look pretty.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Pretty people stand out, so if you want to avoid detection, do it ugly.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh, I'm here. Had to bafroom.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Ugly people blend into the background.

Burmice:<font color="#000000">There's a difference between &quot;not excessively pretty&quot; and &quot;looking like a rothe's arse.&quot;

Burmice:<font color="#000000">Ugly people stand out, too.

Burmice:<font color="#000000">The fact that nobody *wants* to look at them does not mean they aren't noticed

Meany:<font color="#333333">It just means that they're ignored.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sorry, she did something to her back yesterday, so bending's hard. So I'm the designated picker-upper. ^^;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">train the dog and cat to help her

RAM:<font color="#990000">Give her my best wishes, hope she gets better!

RAM:<font color="#990000">*soon.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Gets better soon.

Burmice:<font color="#000000">Besides, nobody *sane* will have you for a drow unless you give yourself away in some dumb, dumb way. We're rare on the surface, sort of.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Indeed

VAE:<font color="#000000">best wishes from lynx, too

GM:<font color="#000000">Righto, let's GOOOOOO!

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Holy moly that was a lot of devils.

Burmice:<font color="#000000">And at the point that your mask, well, looks like a poorly made mask because how would a living person ever get *that* ugly. . ..

Miron:<font color="#000000">Indeed. The nine hells are gonna get hiring soon.

Miron:<font color="#000000">But then, the tribunal will send them a couple of candidates allright.

GM:<font color="#000000">The Vigilant Guardians and their HUGE company continued down the tunnels, to find themselves at a brick wall that seems to have been a part of Fort Yoriver's basement. After rescuing some terrified servants -- PHOOOONE &gt;:E

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">If I recall, we were hearing legions of bootsteps bearing down on our position...

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">this day..is a day of cursed DM distractions

Miron:<font color="#000000">Indeed. There's some stomping from above, and it's making my headache get even worse.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I have HEADPHONES. |D;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Huh. I barely noticed it before. Must have been the fight with Whitaker.

VAE:<font color="#000000">uh

VAE:<font color="#000000">never mind

* Gamal-Junayd ducktapes the headphones to lia's head, and ducktapes her into her chair. or bed, or wherever she's on the comp and can reach comp but not leave

* Gamal-Junayd then hands duck tape to ram and RUNS

GM:<font color="#000000">After rescuing some terrified servants, Aelian and Sszeyl overheard a conversation behind a false wall to their north... the false commander and the court magus, discussing mutiny. Luckily the Guardians got there in time.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Just anger makes all the pain go away. At least, most of it. And, not false commander

Miron:<font color="#000000">Traitor commander.

Miron:<font color="#000000">He was rightfully a Commander of the Yoriver bBanch.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*Branch

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">It is time.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">FOR THE LOOTINATINING.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">LOOT! \o/

GM:<font color="#000000">We pick up after they destroyed a mysterious floating cube, and the shouts of approaching voices, screams of dying devils, and the tramping of armored bootsteps can be heard above them.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">to maximise embarresment. strip the captured ones of everything except a loincloth before parasing them through the city streets

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Can we just stop looting until the next city? *bricked*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, I guess Baator will have to do a hiring round after this.. . Lieutenant Stanford?&quot;

* Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather nudges the back of Aelian's knee.

* Gamal-Junayd checks. are all these dead fiends disapering on death or sticking around?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I suggest we grab the detained and get them in order.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And after looting, will be the faffing.

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Which will likely last two sessions or so.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I hear people are coming, I think we should be making ourselves scarce right about now...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The people are likely our allies - we broke the spell keeping them out after all.&quot;

* Roy Stanford nods. &quot;... Stole the words from me. Someone take the remnants of that cube -- that's evidence.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Cube get!

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;No, we should be shouting that the commander is captured, and seekign to connect up with the forces coming from outside&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No. We should take the heretic commander and the magus to a cell.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;How about we do the smart thing.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus just watches the ceiling and listens.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vell, konsiderink dat ve kan hear de devils above dyink, Hy tink it is safe to ssume dat doze are our allies up dere.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The forces above should be enough to deal with Montclaire&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;And let Roy decide; as he's the ranking officer, and in charge of this operation.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">|: Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He will decide.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Could someone ping the spectral one? ^^;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're merely providing him with reasons&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Sure, argue and don't help me.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Steam pinged.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">A blood-spattered Tom just kind of casts a glance over his shoulder flatly. The expected cacophony of bitching and disagreements. We're only like 1 minute into the session start, too. |D; *bricked*

Glitch whispers: More arguments to start that three-strikes suggestion. ^^;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">texted his phone

Miron:<font color="#000000">And what should I help with? The ork got the cube before I even got there. Yorivers &gt;:E

* Roy Stanford is dragging Osmul and Whitaker together for easier transport -- the sound of armor scraping over the floor should alert some people, at least.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And I already grabbed the cube remnants.

* Edaric is still playing.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl takes weapons from the Erinyes corpses. Lots of longswords, get.

* Gamal-Junayd heads back into the other room

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain moves to help out Roy. &quot;Operational leader, we need a decision, where are we going next? Up or down?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor walks behind Roy.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Here, big Ha;f-Orc to help with the heavy moving!

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;The traitors in there are captured, the devils killed. I think it's time to head on back&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Because judging by the sounds of those boots, the choice is about to be taken from us.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;But I don't think you'll have to worry about those fools again.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yep.&quot; He sheepishly nicks a bit of blood off his face with a thumb. ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Guess they didn't really need me.&quot; |D;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( sorry, was afk ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">Are you ever something else these days?

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian glances back. &quot;Yes?&quot;

Aelian: <font color="#9900ff">(( occasionally, I'm goofing off in irc. :P ))

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is going up an option? Falstaff, and anyone who wishes to help, we have prisoners to secure. Guardians, some of you check that trap door to make sure we're not about to be ambushed from behind.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Serrier, got lots of swords that'll need cleansing later.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;As ordered, Lieutenant. Swallowtail, come!'

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you for your sharp ears, archer. You're going to want to write down what you heard as soon as you can -- you may be our only witness.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are a bit more urgent matters at the moment, Sszeyl, but noted.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come where?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lieutenant Stanford ordered to check the door upstairs. You got good ears.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd checks the trap door up. how is it secured?

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr glances at Falstaff. &quot;I also heard much of what went on, I can write it down as well. I am also capable of discerning falsifications that people speak, so long as they are not magically warder.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">can we get rid of hte buff spam?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tom, you too, Still can discern auras, can you?&quot;

* Edaric cheers! (And yes.)

Swallowtail:<font color="#FF0000">That's class stereotyping, my listen is +4. *bricked*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Swallowtail, you check whether it's trapped and locked.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Look, I'm an old conservative police officer. Of course I stereotype *brick'd*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

* Swallowtail checks. &quot;...&quot; &#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 11 + 11 = 22&#160;  &#187;

* Thomas Lazarus smiles at the civilians and nods at Ed.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr moves over to the two prisoners, and simply picks both up and hauls them both over one shoulder like luggage. &quot;Will this suffice for now? We need to get mobile immediately.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Before he can do much, though.. duty calls.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hey, it's your fault Hatari. You were the first to make the joke that Tom is Democrat and Miron Republican

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;No traps, but there is something in the way.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">*He says to Roy.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He puts a detect evil sense against the door.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- One moment.&quot; Roy tries to reach up, with a pair of manacles -- how tall is Serrierr again?

GM:<font color="#000000">A dim aura, fading away.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I can sense a presence, but.. I believe it's dying.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">something like 9-10 feet, but he kneels down so Roy doesn't have to reach so high.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well, I'll have to remember it then.&quot;

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

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

* Roy Stanford fastens manacles on the hands and feet of the prisoners, then nods. &quot;Thank you.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I think she answered.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Open the door and we'll see if the way's clear.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">where's the logs at, so I can actually write it down?

* Swallowtail puts her shoulder against it and pushes -- &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 2 + 1 = 3&#160;  &#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">On the wiki.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr stands back up to full height, and starts heading out of the secret room.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- No good, think it is barred. Thomas, Gamal, you help?&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus looks down and nudges a hellhound corpse with her boot. She stares at it with a distant frown.. &quot; Figures. They leave bodies the one time I don't kill a single one.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, need a hand up there?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Strength check. &#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 15 + 4 = 19&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Thomas squeezes his profile by and presses as well.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+0 = 16 + 0 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Assist

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 11 + 6 = 17&#160; <font color="#333333">&#187; Strength check!

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 8 + 1 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt notices the group trying to force open a door;.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot; I have SO got to get around to that...&quot;

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

GM:<font color="#000000">The door, with all those people pushing against it, begins to crack open, and -- !!! Reflex save!

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;A little assistenc-&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 17 + 11 = 28&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 15 + 5 = 20&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 19 + 10 + 0 = 29&#160; <font color="#333333">&#187; Ref save!

Miron:<font color="#000000">[1d20+3[

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 11 + 3 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">(Reflex Save : &#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 9 + 14 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

GM:<font color="#000000">BWOOOOOSH! One of the older boards in the trap door snaps open, you hear ripping fabric, and a RIVER of white powder begins to pour down through the gap and into the stairway. Luckily everyone but Miron avoided getting coated in the stuff.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*cough*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;MALCANTHET'S WINGED CUNT *COUGH*&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">|D;;;;; &quot; What is this?&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Smells like flour.

* Gamal-Junayd chuckles a bit.

* Tomiko Lazarus stares in confusion.

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

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;do'nt be so dour, it's just a bit of flour.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;WHO THE *COUGH*&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor spits and coughs

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...No. There is no way it's something that harmless&gt;&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's their fucking pantry or something.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Check yourselves, get that stuff off of you!&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..If I were to guess.. this is the wine cellar. And that is the castle kitchen. And the door was barricaded with bags of flower.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Flour is highly flammable.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;But yes, likely just the kitchens.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why would -- ohhh. That makes sense.&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Cocaine?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyone got some water?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl offers his waterskin.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Though now you've got it all over you, it's ruined for making any good bread. just would probably end turn our extra hard and stale now.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus coughs and wafts.

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Does not water and flour make paste?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep. In my fucking throat&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Tathi, some cleaning, please?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*takes the waterskin and takes a good long drink* &quot;Thanks&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Tathi opens a dry-cleaning service.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I could start charging for this, you know.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;You're welcome.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Ring-tweak! It's gone.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Charge it up your arse.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Ring-tweak again. It's back on Miron. :|

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

Servant 1:<font color="#000000">&quot; What a waste. &quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus is faintly amused that she happened to not get volunteered for door-crashing duty.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyways, what are we waiting for?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Someone go up there.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;You brought it on yourself. Though tathi, should it really be white? Isn't that a little too pure of a color for Miron to be wearing?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I'll get the lieutenant.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Flour to stop. Anyone have stick?&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd sticks his head up and looks around

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, is there anything important in that direction, or not?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Choke on a flour-coated dick.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Both of you.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">A quarterstaff.

GM:<font color="#000000">Gamal sticks his head into a flour bag?

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">wat

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor walks back downstairs, dusting himself off.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">oh the door closed again, guess I don't

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">I'm a walking arsenal of monk weapons.

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

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">misunderstanding that the door had remained open after the torrent of flour

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lieutenant Stanford, I report the way appears clear. It apparently leads to a pantry or kitchen of some sort. . .which caused a bit of a mishap...&quot;

* Swallowtail takes it, and pokes and prods, moving the bags around through the hole in the door. After a while, she nods, and presses a hand against the trap door. Creeeeeak.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;....&quot; She looks around. &quot;... Yes, looks like kitchen. Clear. Lots of bags. Think... flour, sugar, potatoes.&quot;

* Roy Stanford nods -- then double-takes. &quot;... Is that flour?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Feasting while the people starve no doubt.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, so we've got a little time and warning if someone comes through there. Now...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, lieutenant.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Can we keep the social commentary quiet until we're out of the warzone?&quot;

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

* Tomiko Lazarus proves once again to be quicker on the draw than her brother. Prediction success. =w=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do we try and go after Montclaire ourselves, or hope the Shepherds figured out by now that the ward is down and they can catch him before he escapes?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's been an accident. . . the door rested on sacks.. I mean sacks rested on door..&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;One cannot do everything in the world. Sometimes, you just have to trust that your allies are up to the task.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus looks over his shoulder in near disbelief. &quot;?!&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;He could be possessed by a greater fiend; no mortal soldiers will be equipped to handle that. We need to try.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Kan you not hear de armored bootsteps und dyink Devils?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy tink our allies are already here.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;We have one high-value target right now. Better to leave and secure them, and hope that the Steel Shepherds are up to the task of capturing Montclair...&quot; Serrierr then glances at Thomas, and smiles. &quot;But the Shepherds are a cut above 'mortal soldiers'.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;You forget, I fought with them last night.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;They, as well as those three squads from Vonain Seldriot's group, acquitted themselves well. They are properly equipped to handle a task like this.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( This seems a little too much like just blatantly throwing in the towel because we know what Lia asked in IRC. =w=; ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">What does?

VAE:<font color="#000000">and what she asked?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">....^^;

* VAE no clue

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">ANd. . why should Serrier be not entitled to have an opinion?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Actually, I wasn't -quite thinking of that right away....

VAE:<font color="#000000">Deal with shit IC

* VAE frown

Glitch:<font color="#000000">..but yeah, I will admit that did just influence the lines a little. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That's explicitly what I am doing. Quit making sounds. e_e

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Lia? Is it a problem?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Good grief I go AFK and th chat explodes.

* VAE hiss

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;You alone could take the targets back if you wanted. We shuoldn't be leaving things up to chance.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">you know she can just have them beat us to him right?

VAE:<font color="#000000">so she can. Serrier's perspective is legitimate given his position

VAE:<font color="#000000">Now shut up all of you and play on.

VAE:<font color="#000000">&gt;:E

GM:<font color="#000000">Do I need to put you guys in time-out. =3= *brick'd*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I think so, yeah.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I have said my piece. Let Stanford make the call, it is his mission and his command.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;The only real question is how quickly Montclaire can effect any escape contingencies he likely has in place...&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">I wouldn't mind. Need a bathroom break, waiting for opportune time x3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where is he anyway...ugh. Leadfooted macers...&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Anyhow. VAE points up to Miron responding to Stanford

* Thomas Lazarus squints in disbelief. &quot;Excuse me, but no.&quot; He turns north. &quot;I'm going to look for him. How could you even consider disregarding the danger he could represent?&quot; Tom cuts himself off and presses on!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt scurries back to the opening t the secret room. &quot;Hey! Sir, Stanford! We need you in here, should we try going after Montclaire or not?&quot;

* Roy Stanford huffs with some amusement, and his mouth twists into a half-smile as he kneels down and pats Miron's shoulder. &quot;We'll consider that the Saint's vengeance for taking a called target. No one's hurt, I imagine.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's taking you so long anyway?&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">My player needed to help her mom. &gt;:|

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No one, Lieutenant.&quot;

* Roy Stanford is brick'd.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was merely flour.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Understood, Lieutenant x3 And Lieutenant's player.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also

VAE:<font color="#000000">I love the mental image

VAE:<font color="#000000">of him kneeling and patting down the thoroughly floured inquisitor

VAE:<font color="#000000">who looks unamused

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">It's just so absurd. We all needed that. =3= *brick'd*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Further orders, Lieutenant?&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">He looks up to Stanford. &quot;As long as some stay behind to secure the prisoners and the civilians, go.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">*to Gnogglebolt

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tom, wait!&quot; And Ed follows!

* Gamal-Junayd will go with tom

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt scurries back. &quot;Ah...Serrierr? If you don't mind, could you stay with the civillians and prisoners here?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I might as well. If there are problems, I can handle myself...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Sorry..&quot; He grumbles apologetically to Ed as he moves. &quot; I'm just going crazy listening to this stuff.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright. Hey Vonain, and everyone else, let's go!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;You need a vacation, Tom.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Onvard, den!&quot; \o/

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt and Vonain go up the trapdoor as well.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Like what I had while you guys dealt with that druid witch.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brushgather, do you --&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. Let's put an end to the heresy once and for all.&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll stay, lieutenant.&quot;

* Roy Stanford nods, and follows the Guardians.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Best of luck, brother. Don't go nuts listening to him.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*waves hand at Serrier*

GM:<font color="#000000">Is Tomi staying or following?

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">is apparently stuck in some kind of limbo...

GM:<font color="#000000">Yes, the limbo of maplessness. :B From here on, the castle is going to be narrated. Everybody got your imaginations warmed up? :3

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Oh, well, that's fine then.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain and Gnogglebolt hurry as fast as they can to catch up with the hustling Thomas.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hahaha

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">She follows after a pause. &quot;... Guess I'll head along. On the off chance that there really is something big and bad in this city ... like hell I'd stand around and muck about while it gets cornered and fights its worst.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">My imagination boiled over

VAE:<font color="#000000">too much warmed up, see

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr smirks again at hearing Tomi's comment.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Amusing when a follower has more determination and courage than the celestial of their deity.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, so, Thomas...did you actually have an idea about where to look, or were you just going to run through the fort at random and hope you turn a corner right into the Count?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">You left already, gnome.

* Tomiko Lazarus huffs. &quot;Watch your tongue you caustic little monster. He's looking after people.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Better than you worthless shits have done in the entire campaign.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which could have been done by others. In the case there really is a greater devil up there we'll need every muscle on our side.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr blinks at Tomiko's sudden defense of him, then tilts his head curiously.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I did not hear anyone else springing at the idea of making sure that our prisoners, and the civillians, remain secure.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And worthless shits? You are still talking to an inquisitor, watch your tongue.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's why I picked those words. Why do you think I even got called here?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No fucking wonder. I seen some of your handiwork.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Er!

* Thomas Lazarus SIGHS.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr was talking to Miron,

GM:<font color="#000000">The kitchen you emerge into is quite large, and immaculately clean. There are sacks of vegetables, flour, sugar, and various other sundries spilled over the floor -- that's the only mess. You can see a room with a glass window nearby; frost covers the side of the window farthest away from you, and you can see many varieties of meat hanging on hooks through it. A large door stands on the other side of the room.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Running around breaking shit isn't the way to deal with a crisis of this scale.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">if Tomiko thought that was directed at her. ^^;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy don't tink hennyvun here really kares dat hyu are an Inquisitor...&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">She didn't.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">okay, whew.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you people are committed to this mission, focus and snipe when it's over.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;An inquisitor who has seemed dladly willing to harass people in the name of your laws. I agree, you are a little shit.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">At some point while passing through the kitchen, Sszeyl has acquired an apple.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Chew chew.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Vonain and Gnogglebolt head for the door, likely beside Thomas.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes, please..&quot; Tom concentrates with a frown.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fuck y- yes, Lieutenant.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor falls silent, and looks glum.

GM:<font color="#000000">-- Bleh! It's got a worm in it!

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Want an apple, Miron?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl eats the worm.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll pass.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">+2 protean.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eating before battle is a bad idea, regardless.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Protean or protein? ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Protean

VAE:<font color="#000000">There's two of them in the apple

VAE:<font color="#000000">pretending to be worms

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Will never understand why you surface people are so finicky about eating bugs and invertabrates.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt double-checks his anti-teleport belt again, then goes up to the door and tries to listen on the other side. Taking 10, &#171; &#160;10+2 = 10 + 2 = 12&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; is there anything loud happening there?

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Nothing. You can hear the sounds of battle to your south; the door faces east.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Apple, Swallowtail?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, Thomas, I'm going to assume that you did not in fact have a plan about where to look.&quot; Gnogglebolt comments as he leans against the door. &quot;Nothing loud here, let's bust it open and find out what's on the other side.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333"> &quot;Also, note to self, check on the orchard.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;When this is done.&quot;

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

* Swallowtail fans flour off her tessen.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can hear most of the battle that-a-way--&quot; Gnogglebolt points south, &quot;--So I'm going to go out on a limb that Montclaire will be moving away from the fighting.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Not really.. I've never been here!&quot; He frowns, then glances to Roy.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain heads up to the door, and tries opening it. Locked, blocked?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Do you know where he might be holed up?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;How can he even eat now. Worse than Munchy Allie&quot;

* Roy Stanford shakes his head. &quot;I've never been beyond the entrance hall of the fort.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well..!&quot; He sighs in exasperation and keeps moving. &quot;Maybe a big hall on the ground level.. or a nice room on the top?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Where are the dungeons. and where are the royal bedrooms? Especially one where a wife or child might be kept. I wonder if we should check on the priestess (cannot remember name) first?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Selaren. ))

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Oooh... &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 2 + 18 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Listen.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Mother Theresa?

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Shit.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nah

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I can eat right now because I'm hungry. My ocean is not providing the nutrients I need due to whatever that Commander did.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Unlocked, and well-oiled. It swings open with barely a touch, silently, into a grand empty dining hall. Those of you who were in Castle Osyluth, do you recall the dining hall there?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Unlike Mother Theresa, this one is an actual decent person

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Is that enough to hear the normal-voice conversation from up the trapdoor?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Mother Theresa was a Torog worshipper

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

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Unlocked, unbarred.&quot; Vonain reports as the door swings open. With greatsword raised, he crosses the threshold, eyes looking left and right (and up!) for anything that might jump out.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He did it to me too, and my head hurts almost as bad as after Anise got that bottle of Aldusian brandy.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That said.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Well, I'm going to guess that either was enough, or Serrierr rerolled listen... he turns towards the open trapdoor, then, with his celestial-amplified voice, calls up just loud enough for the ones above to hear.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If the priestess is anywhere I expect it to be with him.'

* Thomas Lazarus glances back in confusion. &quot;..Are you injured?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I didn't see what was cast in there.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They might try using her as a sacrificial victim.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I seen it.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;The light that I presume was Mother Selaren's companion, I saw on...&quot; And he says which face of the castle he saw it on, and what floor.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">(whatever it was)

GM:<font color="#000000">Imagine a dining hall twice that size, with velveted chairs, a rich chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and massive stained-glass windows on the northern wall. You can see erinyes falling from the skies outside. Like most of the rooms you'll encounter, this one is dark; no lights are lit, and the sunlight filtered through the clouds is the only illumination unless you guys brought light with you.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, Did anyone just hear Serrierr just now--sounds like a good a place as any to start!&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The room is also completely empty, and still.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, the curse replaces a good part of your blood with water.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Second floor, northeastern wall.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's a fairly rare one, but I seen it before.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not what I'd expect from a Hextoran, though.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain takes the lead and moves through the dining hall, heading for whatever stairs and corridors will take the marching to the second floor and northeastern wall.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot; That explains that, &quot; the lieutenant muses quietly in response to Miron's assessment.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom is too busy to imagine the circulatory implications of that. &gt;_&gt;; He keeps on.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt situates himself in the middle of the marching.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;That was Hextorian scripture, however... at least, as well as I could make it out. Petersen would know better. Do you recall the actual wording?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Sounds to me like the curse makes you...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">*shades*

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Retain water.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It had to do with purging the weak... lemme think&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The unfit shall be purified.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">While Vonain isn't making -too- much of an effort to move silently (though he is trying to at least keep his footfalls light), he moves from corner to corner, always just poking his head around a corner to check, then pulls back, then moves fully around the corner His greatsword is in a ready position in one hand, while the other cups a sphere of eldrtch energy.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That was it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Need more light?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The unfit shall be purified to better serve their masters in the other world.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">He also is always keeping his eyes out for lines-of-sight on his allies, and making sure to cover them. He clearly moves as a practiced professional who has trained in this.

* Roy Stanford nods. &quot;When you get a chance -- any of you -- write that down so it can be cross-referenced.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll get to it, Lieutenant.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Meanwhile, back in the cellar...

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have .. a bit of experience with these cults. I just need a few books to look at.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr asks one of the servants for some parchment and something to write with, and he transcribes everything he heard Whitaker and Osmul saying earlier.

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">The halfling is making conversation with the servants, as well, mainly about the wines in the cellar, setting them a bit more at ease.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Though, even as he's moving with the grace of a trained operative, he keeps glancing back at the group trailing behind him, and winces every now and then.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Rumia keeps trying to eat the first servant. *bricked*

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">We all had to start somewhere, I guess...

</i> Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Granted, Nerullians, Erythnulites and Vecnans are more of my field but Hextor worshippers often come in the Ebon Triad package, and that's one unholy mess I hope we won't get in.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">After heading up the stairs, and down another corridor...Vonain suddenly stops at a corner, and holds up his hand that isn't holding the greatsword (snuffing out the eldritch energy as he does so) in a 'stopping' gesture.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, we're here, if my spatial sense doesn't deceive me, this corrdor should run along the rooms on the northeastern side...if Mother Selaren hasn't moved, she may be here. Keep it down, everyone.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The fort is built like a labyrinth. Lots of corridors, lots of twisty passageways, all of them dark. A number of them are also dusty, and you can see dead barbazu around corners. There are ceremonial suits of armor set up in some rooms, and you notice that at least four of them are missing shields and/or swords.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I pity whoever picked those up. Ceremonial kit tends to be shit in terms of quality.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain then moves aroudn the corner into the corridor, taking note of the armors that are missing their equipment, as well as the dead fiends. He walks along the wall, and tries every door along the wall as he comes to it.

GM:<font color="#000000">Spot checks when you get the chance.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">eugh...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 7 + 5 = 12&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+5 = 20 + 5 = 25&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Probably someone desperate.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 12 + 3 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I'M BLIND! &#171; &#160;1d20 = 5&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Unless I'm not.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 9 + 1 = 10&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+1 = 19 + 1 = 20&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Listen

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Nope, I'm blind.

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 20 + 3 = 23&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+4 = 8 + 4 = 12&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: The Lazarus twins hear the clank of an armored footfall in a room ahead, and see a trail of blood leading into that room.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 15 + 11 = 26&#160; <font color="#333333">&#187; Spot check!

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">(I haven't even -started- the Saga game I'm DMing yet, let alone played in it, and I'm already finding myself longing for how they did skills...)

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- !! Stop! &quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">(Spot Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+0 = 10 + 0 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">At Swallowtail's quiet alert, Vonain immediately does so, holding up a fist again as well.

* Shankfang the Deffrider stops. &quot;?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Report?&quot;

You whisper to Meany: Sszeyl saw it too -- there was a flash of a reflection in a doorway ahead, and there's a trail of blood leading into the doorway. Someone armored just ducked into that doorway!

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

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot; Ahead. Up there. Someone just went in that door. See, blood trail. Fresh. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Someone hurt, too.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Well, it could be a friendly that needs help. Let's go.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot; Too big to be Selaren. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Could be a trooper.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain squints his eyes. &quot;Form up. No use trying to be quiet with a group this size. Stay together and move in fast.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's go, but keep caution.&quot;

* Swallowtail nods.

* Roy Stanford moves up to the front, ready.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain stalks down the corridor, with eldritch energy once again conjured in his palm.

* Thomas Lazarus does his best to form a front bulwark with the others in metal armor, and readies his sword.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain glances back, and once people have arranged themselves, glances at Roy and Thomas and nods, starting forward with them.

* Shankfang the Deffrider readies gun! \o/

GM:<font color="#000000">The room has several windows with long curtains in it -- you can see armored boots under one of them. Somebody rolled poorly on their Hide check.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">The asnwer t any problem: use a gun.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">If that doesn't work, use more gun.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain narrows his eyes at the boots.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom frowns and glances briefly at the others. &quot;...&quot; Then back.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*points*

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;We know you're there! Come out quietly and slowly, surrender, and we won't harm you.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;End of game, wanker.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The blood trail goes up to the armored boots.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You aren't as well hidden as you think you are, so come out with hands above your head.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I also see you're injured. Give it up, whoever you are. If you surrender, we will see about getting you medical attention.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;8|

GM:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you with the count, or the army?&quot; a voice replies from behind the curtain. You can see the curtains shift a bit.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Slowly now, no sudden movements, we are armed...&quot; Vonain says, as he holds a hand up with the eldritch energy.

* Tomiko Lazarus simply watches from the rear of the formation. She hasn't bothered keeping up at all. She still has pocketed hands.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're with Lieutenant Stanford.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Which one are you with? And would the count's forces bother offering you medical attention?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, get out of there or I make you.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't make this hard on yourself. Come out now before we get you out.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... That's the army for reference. Now, please, stand down and we'll help you out.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If he's with the army, he will know.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Didn't you hear? Think with your feet and get out of there!&quot;

Grizzled Templar:<font color="#000000">A sigh of relief is heard, and then a white-haired man in tattered Pelorite garb steps out from behind the curtain. His mismatched armor is blood-spattered, and his sword is slick with fiend blood. He's holding his shield arm at somewhat of an awkward angle. &quot;I knew as soon as I heard 'Stanford.' Thank the Sun.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. . . Now that looks bad.&quot;

* Shankfang the Deffrider shoots! *brick'd*

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain immediately snuffs out his eldritch energy and snaps his head up. &quot;.You--&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;2d8+10 = 5 + 10 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Cure Moderate Wounds on the man.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain suddenly points at him.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom doubts that he will encounter many more possessions, but he gives a brief evil-sensing stare at the man. Who knows, it could be a disguise?

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;You went out on a mission with other Pelorites. How many were you with?&quot; Vonain demands.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That should fix you up, soldier.&quot;

Grizzled Templar:<font color="#000000">He grunts a bit as the bone resets itself, but nods gratefully to Miron -- No evil detected. &quot;Four, with myself -- they were taken away. Back to the temple as leverage, I think.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, answer the question he asked. Quick.&quot;

Grizzled Templar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did they make it safely?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain relaxes a bit.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mother Selaren...&quot; He frowns. And nods at the question.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Good, it is you, the fifth missing templare.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Do you know where she is?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">*templar

* Grizzled Templar shakes his head. &quot;I was looking for her. Do you know?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We're searching now.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;We had a lead that suggested she would be in this wing.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then let's waste no more time, and let's look on.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;But it's hours out of date.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You can follow, if you wish, or return downstairs. . . Hell, someone to take him would be best.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods faintly. &quot;...&quot; Heal check: &#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 9 + 19 = 28&#160;  &#187;. However many more HP the man is missing, Tom will aim to subsequently cure.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let me touch you up, and we can all continue together.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aelian, is that dog of yours smart enough to escort him?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus motions for Vonain to carry on, if he wants.

* Grizzled Templar nods. &quot;I overheard the guards say she was being kept in this wing -- the medical areas are up here as far as I know.&quot; He's missing 16 HP. &quot;The count kept saying something about an heir.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, that's what we were told.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Bastard count weasled her away from us.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Why would I send Tavia to escort him??&quot; Aelian asks, puzzled.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Because he doesn't know where the trap door is, cabbage head.&quot;

Grizzled Templar:<font color="#000000">Also, a case of devil chills, but that's not going away any time soon.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And getting lost in this place .. Not what I'd wish to someone.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian just rolls his eyes, and ignores Miron.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Devil chills? :.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom converts a Bull's Strength into &#171; &#160;2d8+10 = 10 + 10 = 20&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; HP for the templar. A blue pulse briefly illuminates the room.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;You haven't seen anything of her yet though, I presume? How much of the medical wing is left, do you know?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We had better hurry before things escalate even more. Who knows what they're doing now..&quot;

Grizzled Templar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thanks, brother.&quot; He nods, gratefully. &quot;I'm just about out of magic, but you have my sword.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Wot's Devil Chills?

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Someone volunteer their bow.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">And another their axe.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I have an axe!

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">A disease from hell.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Allright. One way or another, we should go.&quot;

Grizzled Templar:<font color="#000000">A look is cast to Roy. &quot;... I'm not going to get charged with borrowing some of the count's --&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">So...like Demon AIDS?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Because I wouldn't be surprised if the Count will try to sacrifice her.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Or Devil in this case...

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And. .. Sszeyl, don't you have anything better in stock?&quot;

* Roy Stanford huffs, and shakes his head. &quot;Desperate times and desperate measures. Just don't try to sell it until Montclaire is in custody.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">|T

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Better than the crap lying around here. It's for show.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ceremonial kit, and all that.&quot;

Grizzled Templar:<font color="#000000">&quot;No danger of that, sir.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">More like devil flu.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, let's head on.&quot; Vonain turns around and moves out the door of the room everyone's in, waits for a few others to file out behind him, then continues forward once more along the wall, again, testing every door he passes.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;He kan use my Choppa if he vants.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They tend to be dull like fuck. And. . .that'd work.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you able to fight with an axe, soldier?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Templar, you are offered a Choppa, aka Masterwork Battleaxe.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Er.. templar.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's the fucking headache.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">It's barely more than a jagged chunk of metal bound to a log.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Okay, I missed something.

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">But masterwork because it's painted red and checkerboard.

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( Because I can't see Roy offering him anything in my log. ))

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">What Rin said. :B

* Grizzled Templar shakes his head. &quot;Not as well as mace or morningstar.&quot; He chuckles a bit. &quot; It's fine. We're often called the soldiers of our gods. &quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Iz still better than ceremony weapons, no?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mace. . .hmm. Mine's a bit small.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ah. The templar got cut off. He was saying &quot;I'm not gonna get charged for stealing the count's armor bits and swords and such, right?&quot; Roy: &quot;Nahhhh just don't try to sell it. =3= &quot; Templar: &quot;Oh. K.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl holds up the dozen or so longswords he's carrying.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">We could get him a Rat Morning Star.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Moving along, glacnign down the hallway, trying a hand on every door as we pass...

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;If he wants one of these, he can have it.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom sets a somewhat poor base example. Most templar don't actually use swords.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">So, does he or does he not take the offered MW Axe?

Grizzled Templar:<font color="#000000">No, he doesn't.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&gt;: VAE:<font color="#000000">What does he take?

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- I got it. Here. What about a knife?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Would mine do you any good? Not badly made, but a bit small.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Masterwork Heavy Mace, Miron's size category

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I doubt we're gonna fight any more purple worms this high aboveground.

Miron:<font color="#000000">But I think those are two -handed so he could possibly use it one hand

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot; Do not jinx it. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The short inquisitor shows him his weapon.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He's armed, we can quit fussing with his loadout, let's move on. Gamers. |D; *bricked*

VAE:<font color="#000000">Is he?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Yeah, with crappy cewremonial weapons remember?

Grizzled Templar:<font color="#000000">Yep, with a looted longsword.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And it wasn't gamers, it was more like - fif he really wants to fight, he better have the means to

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">My axe is better. =3=

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Still moving along, still checking doors...

* Edaric offers a dagger.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl chews on his apple.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Radiant, hold.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;The kitchens are ungaurded, if you want.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain stops and turns in place. &quot;Report?&quot;

* Grizzled Templar takes the dagger, let's get going. :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh come on!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">He takes the freaking dagger?!

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait for the rest of the group. We're coming.&quot; Roy tries to cover the ground between Vonain and the group.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&gt;:O

Grizzled Templar:<font color="#000000">I'm only proficient with simple weapons. =3=;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">You suck. &gt;:|

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh. Well, we don;'t exactly have much time to work with, here...&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain stops and waits until everyone else catches up.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Enough time to ensure you're not running into an ambush alone.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I thought you were right behind me.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Sigh. Chaotics. *brick'd*

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Check next time.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Hey don't peg me with that I -was- gonna say that huge speech chewing out Gamal over that, but never got a chance... &gt;:O

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">...How is a mace a simple weapon whye a battleaxe is a martial weapon? :.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">*while

VAE:<font color="#000000">I have no idea

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Both should be martial I think

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">^

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Once everyone's caught up, Vonain starts moving forward and checking doors again, this time, making sure to keep glancing over his shoulder to make sure that everyone else actually is behind him.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh well.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Simple weapon is stick, flails and the like

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I don't really think it gets much simpler than metal club.

VAE:<font color="#000000">stuff peasants can use well

Glitch:<font color="#000000">flails? Ball-on-a-chain?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Those I imagine are -hard- to control...

VAE:<font color="#000000">No, metal clad stick on a chain

Glitch:<font color="#000000">but yeah, metal club, that's easy.

VAE:<font color="#000000">a short chain

VAE:<font color="#000000">it's just that english uses the same word for all of it

Glitch:<font color="#000000">....anyway! Back to game. -3-

VAE:<font color="#000000">http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/7a/Cep_bojowy_0211.jpg/220px-Cep_bojowy_0211.jpg

VAE:<font color="#000000">this is what I'm thinking of

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Going to irc

GM:<font color="#000000">The hallway continues, until Vonain opens a door... to a gruesome scene. The room beyond is bloody, and strapped to a table is a dead erinyes, its abdomen slashed open. You can see torn fiendish viscera, and medical tools are everywhere. Bloodied towels and rags can be seen, and a bowl that used to contain water is leaking its contents all over the floor; it looks like it was flung into a wall. A bloody trail continues into the next room, and you can see sticky red bootprints -- your tracker(s) might be able to tell you more.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Eww.&quot;

Grizzled Templar:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Sun's light. &quot; o_o

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain freezes at the scene, slightly shocked for just a moment.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi wrinkles her nose at the scene.. &quot;What in the hells were they trying to do here?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus raises a brow.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain then narrows his eyes at the erinyes.

GM:<font color="#000000">A Heal check might be able to tell you more.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+21 = 13 + 21 = 34&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Religion

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;.... ...no way...&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 14 + 4 = 18&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; Heal check!

Miron:<font color="#000000">What the fuck was the purpose of this? Is it a ritual?

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain immediately moves closer to Thomas.

GM:<font color="#000000">No idea, Miron, it sure doesn't look religious to you.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom assesses. &#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 12 + 19 = 31&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; He has a guess already, though.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This sure doesn't look like a cult sacrifice.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye) whispers: He leans over and whispers into Thomas's ear. &quot;Thomas, tell me...does this look like a botched Cesarian Section to you?&quot; (repost from whipser to hatari)

GM:<font color="#000000">Looks... if anything, like a surgical birth gone horribly wrong. The tools are almost all obstetric in nature.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That said, I have seen plenty less sick than this.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He has a stony expression and looks to the door, ignoring most of the talk. He nods to the tracks. &quot;We need to keep moving. Go.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain moves along the bloody tracks.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. Let's go...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Half-fiend chidren~

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">He is practically squeezing the sphere of eldritch energy in his fist.

GM:<font color="#000000">You can hear the sounds of battle approaching from the west. The trail branches in a spot... Trackers, care to give it a lookover?

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 10 + 11 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ghostwish poke?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't envy whoever will be cleaning that mess. What the hell even happened there. . &quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Ghost is busy playing video games.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 15 + 14 = 29&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; survival!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Ah, there he is.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Three people went north. It looks... as though one of them returned along this way, and went west.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;If you haven't figured it out by now, Gnome, you don't want to.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt is following along, looking a bit queasy, but his jaw is shut in grim determination.

GM:<font color="#000000">Listen checks.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Check north first, then head west?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 20 + 12 = 32&#160; <font color="#333333">&#187; Listen check!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 13 + 5 = 18&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. . . right. Fuck.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;We should not be splitting up in this place...&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#FF0000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 11 + 3 = 14&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Listen: &#171;  &#160;1d20+4 = 8 + 4 = 12&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">(Listen Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 9 + 1 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

Miron:<font color="#000000">The gnome slaps his forehead.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Listen: &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 6 + 2 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 6&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; WHAT?!

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">I can hear that the HILLSSSSS ARE ALIIIIIIIIIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIIIIIIIIIC

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Listen: &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 19 + 3 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Ohey, I forgot I had a +2 to Listen earlier as well...

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Hextor's six dicks... how did I.. this is *bad*&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl, and anyone who rolls over a 15, can hear a frantic buzzy, chimey noise approaching from the north -- before a glowing something zips by you in a hurry, heading west.

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

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Follow de light?&quot;

&quot;Pip&quot;:<font color="#000000">&quot;'' Stop him! Quick! ''&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--Ah!&quot; He does so.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Follow it or go where it came from?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl blurs into a run.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Follow it.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Kord's biceps! What--&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">60 move, go!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Quick&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;The archon!

* Gamal-Junayd follows, running at full speed. 50 move speed. damn monks

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Run run run?

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain sets into a run with everyone else.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">You can -fly-.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">My fly speed is the same as my run speed.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The thing will need to feed, after all.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's not as fast as running.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">It's how the invocation works.

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

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;You gain a fly speed equal to your base land speed&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( You can't x4 base move 'Run' during flight. ))

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">(Actually you can, as far as I know...)

&quot;Pip&quot;:<font color="#000000">Pardon while the DM checks a lantern archon's flight speed.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">(We've -done- that before, on dragonback for instance...)

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">If I'm faster, I'll grab him as I pass, and tell him to give me directions. :V

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Subjects of the fly spell cannot run. &gt;_&gt;

&quot;Pip&quot;:<font color="#000000">The archon flits just ahead of you -- &quot; Hurry! Hurry! Before he calls the worms! &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The worms?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Oh well, my invocation doesn't work like the fly spell. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are more of them?&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Some are dead.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Archon! Are there more than two worms?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We killed four or so.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Four. Right.

&quot;Pip&quot;:<font color="#000000">&quot; I don't know! &quot; D: Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Archon! Are there more than four worms?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;How the fuck should he know?&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Move it, you arse.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain shakes his head and keeps running.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Three.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Three then!

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Yeesh.

* Liatai will resist the urge to make a Python joke.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">*snrrrk*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">We have killed 5 worms!

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Three, sir.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's a fresh-bor- ripped out hellspawn somewhere there, regardless.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Right, three.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And after killing the five worms...

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Three mi'lord. :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Three worms.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Ya'll ain't never gon finish Yoriver.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And something tells me the Mother might be intended as something to make it stronger.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The sounds of battle get louder as you head down the passageway, and you can hear shouting and the sizzling of arcane energy.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">And that's probably enough of that. x3 Anyway. Run run run, as fast as the archon flies.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl is all monk running. Smoke trailing from his hands and nose.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Spells time. Use them if you've got them!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor is running as fast as his short legs allow

&quot;Pip&quot;:<font color="#000000">-- ERT! The archon suddenly skids to a stop in midair. &quot;!!!!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;?&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd has no doubt that soon theres this huge gap between frotn runners and everyone els

VAE:<font color="#000000">Everyone eels?

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt triple-checks his anti-teleport belt.

&quot;Pip&quot;:<font color="#000000">It flits in front of you. &quot; Shh, shh! Stay behind the corner! &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl, unfortunately, can't brake that fast, and needs to use his hands to drag along the ground to slow himself down.

VAE:<font color="#000000">they slithery

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

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain immediately puts his back against the wall.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Leaving a quartet of deep gashes in the floor, and trailing sparks.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">He holds his energy-bearing fist up to his chest.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">I prefer the narrative where we all arrive rushing as a group, rather than the mechanical reality were Sszeyl explodes off ahead to get wtfpwned like usual. *bricked*

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Interia. :E

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">hey, I'm only a little slower than him!

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">I can't stop on a dime like angels.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor still got the necrotic light of lunia up.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">What, are you jealous of going in alone ahead of everyone and getting owned?

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">I'm going to eat you now.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333"><b>OM NOM NOM.

</b> * VAE sigh

Count Richard Montclaire:<font color="#000000">The sizzling of arcane energies can be heard even stronger now, as well as shouting. A well-dressed man in a burgundy velvet coat, his hair disheveled, can be seen down the hallway, hands raised and crackling with red and black arcane bolts. &quot;Fools! Back to your holes, return to ashes! Feathers! I need feathers! If you have no feathers, begone!&quot; ... Oh, and did I mention his back is to you?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:D

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Imma shoot him, okay?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Aim for the legs or the buttocks. We want him alive.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Imma shoot him a lot.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pluck them from your arse, you cock!&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot; Don't kill him. Otherwise, fire at will. &quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain smiles.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're under arrest&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Go for it, Mazian.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">FIRING NOW!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Can I fire now, Lia?

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; But don't kill him.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd will run in, and attempt to slaughter him. merciful weapons all the way

Count Richard Montclaire:<font color="#000000">The man whirls around -- too slow for Shankfang's shots. Fire, Shankfang!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 4 + 6 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+6 = 3 + 6 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Ranged Touch attacks

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&gt;:D

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl produces the hellspear.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">No fancy shots this time.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And Hasted!

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Guess where this is going, Montclaire? :v

Miron:<font color="#000000">To hell with this

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor whispers a brief prayer, grasping the cross on his chest. &quot; Saint Cuthbert, you who watches over his faithful with eternal vigil, protect the bod y and soul of your humble servant.&quot; He lets go of the cross, and pointing towards his victim with a clenched fist, i nvokes: Mad dra koyr yv Axacrusis vmy' drny'kr drayn rayrk. (Infernal: Let the pain of A xacrusis flow through their veins.)

Miron:<font color="#000000">DC 17 Fort save.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The &quot;To hell with this&quot; was said

Miron:<font color="#000000">I forgot quotes

Count Richard Montclaire:<font color="#000000">Miron's shots go wide... &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 6 + 5 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Count Richard Montclaire:<font color="#000000">Shankfang gets first shot, though.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang steps out from around the corner, calmly levels his pistol, and unloads. &#171; &#160;1d20+22-4 = 2 + 22 - 4 = 20&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187;, &#171;  &#160;1d20+22-4 = 18 + 22 - 4 = 36&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187;, &#171;  &#160;1d20+22-4 = 19 + 22 - 4 = 37&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187;, &#171;  &#160;1d20+22-4 = 5 + 22 - 4 = 23&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187;

Count Richard Montclaire:<font color="#000000">One shot only, please -- this is a surprise round. Damage?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh, surprise round. Right.

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah, surprise round, ugh

* VAE facepaw

Glitch:<font color="#000000">(...I thought we weren't going to fight him. &gt;.&gt;)

VAE:<font color="#000000">should have wracked outright

* VAE sigh

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&#171; &#160;4d6+2 = 17 + 2 = 19&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187; Force Damage!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">No one said that.

</i> Glitch:<font color="#000000">(Ohwell.)

VAE:<font color="#000000">I'm not with my thinking hat one

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I'll go for bathroom when initiative is up and I know where I am

Count Richard Montclaire:<font color="#000000">BANG! The man stares at the hole in his shoulder with disbelief, stares at you... and falls.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Huh.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I seriously doubt init will be necessary.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy vas ekspektink more.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain jolts slightly. &quot;Wha--is he dead??&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Anyone else in the hallway?

Miron:<font color="#000000">With a few quick words, the inquisitor dismisses the wracking spell.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;No, he is not dead.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I hope not.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy vas not aimink ro kill.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That said, there's still the devil child.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Hurry, check him, check him! If he's still alive, lock him down!&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">A few dead soldiers -- and more living ones pressing their way up the stairway. They stare in surprise at you.

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;It vas chust a shoulder shot. Dat iz not lethal.&quot; =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wonderful&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain points a finger at the soldiers and...practically bellows at them.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well, Tom disregards all that vengeance and bloodlust and protocol crud and rushes forwards to check. What was Montclaire doing, and how is he? &#171; &#160;1d20+19 = 3 + 19 = 22&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; Heal check.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Oh, hi guys!&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;YOU STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE AND DON'T MOVE IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU. Throw down your weapons, it's over!&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Stand down, Radiant, those are the King's men!&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Oi, kalm down.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">--oh

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Wait

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">The lieutenant bellows over everyone else.

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

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Is that visible?

Miron:<font color="#000000">Yes

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Because vonain would not have shouted.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Sorry then, strike that.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Well, he did

GM:<font color="#000000">Vonain, roll Knowledge (nobility.)

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Excitable little guy..

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Too late, he did.

Miron:<font color="#000000">It's adoable mistke

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Thought they were Montclaire's dudes.

VAE:<font color="#000000">believable mistake

* GM pokes Vonain.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">You have been told to make a roll.

GM:<font color="#000000">Knowledge (nobility) please. :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">especially for a chaotic guy

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Um, I've -seen- the Shepherd's and the king's men. And I don't have any knowledge nobility.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Bast

* Shankfang the Deffrider reloads, holsters Rose and walks forward.

GM:<font color="#000000">Int check, then.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">*sigh*

VAE:<font color="#000000">you haven't allowed Ghost to retcon Sheyth's goof

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Zo, party at de temple?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">He made a mistake, character made it too

VAE:<font color="#000000">end story

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Friggin ridiculous. &#171; &#160;1d20 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

GM:<font color="#000000">The count's guards and king's men wear similar armor.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh quit your bitching. =3=

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Well, at least &quot;common knowledge&quot; is DC 10.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">and can be made with untrained knowledge checks.

GM:<font color="#000000">You recognize the armor, but only after you've shouted. Next time ask for clarification. :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">That said, I imagined Montclaire different x3

* Glitch headdesk. Whatever. -3-

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">You shouldn't have needed clarification, even.

VAE:<font color="#000000">More similar to whitaker - they be cousins after all. But, fits.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Montclaire was waving arcane energies at them.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Not all he was waving

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">It was blatantly obvious that they weren't his men.

* VAE brick'd

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">He's like some kind of badass Benjamin Franklin.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I thought he was shooting his own guys.

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah

VAE:<font color="#000000">except instead of lightning

VAE:<font color="#000000">he summons devils

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;Get me feathers, you ingrates! You are failing me!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">In the meantime.. ahem. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">No

VAE:<font color="#000000">He was incoherent

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And goes down from a single shot to the shoulder. :P

VAE:<font color="#000000">So would Tathi

GM:<font color="#000000">Heh, momentary derail. Want to know why I picked that one for Montclaire?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Mmm, good point.

VAE:<font color="#000000">he got mad enough that his court mage wanted to take him down

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000"><b>Casters

</b> VAE:<font color="#000000">yes

VAE:<font color="#000000">tell us

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Anyway, Vonain, with Thomas, quickly runs up to the fallen Montclaire and starts looking him over.

Count Richard Montclaire:<font color="#000000">The art is the start of a transformation sequence of a man turning into a fiend.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ysss

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

Tokens dropped onto map 'Yoriver - Underground Again'VAE:<font color="#000000">Sweet

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( Cool. ))

Adulian:<font color="#990000">Hey, not all of us casters are that frail! &gt;:|

VAE:<font color="#000000">but he's down anyhow

RAM:<font color="#990000">Oooh, verrah neat. :o

VAE:<font color="#000000">OR SO WE THINK x3

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain stumbles back with a curse as he starts charging his sword with eldritch energy.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mmkay, DM is going to grab a quick snack, be back in two shakes. He's alive, just unconscious.

VAE:<font color="#000000">oka

VAE:<font color="#000000">I'm off to the bathroom

VAE:<font color="#000000">Wait for me plz

Glitch:<font color="#000000">--oh, he's not getting back up. :B

* Shankfang the Deffrider moves over to the down man, ready to draw just in case the man gets back up...

VAE:<font color="#000000">because ugh. It makes it hard to focus

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No, he's not getting back up. I was just showing off arts. x3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Thought he was transforming -and- standing back up for a moment, there....

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas stabalizes his condition... or probably will. But, more importantly, again, what was he doing? Tom's concerns are elsewhere.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">thought we were dealing with something like this: http://thepunchlineismachismo.com/archives/comic/sometimes-i-get-so-bored-in-the-middle-of-turn-based-boss-battles-i-wander-off-and-play-on-the-internet-in-the-middle-of-them

Glitch:<font color="#000000">:B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Come on, that was a non-lethal shot.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">He doesn't need stabilizing.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You leaping to your own conclusions has tripped you up enough for one session. =w=

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">What conclusions?

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Not you. =3= ))

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">it's not my fault if the details are vauge and not enough to go on! &gt;:E

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Suuure it's not. Everyone else just somehow magically gets the picture. :B It's all a coincidence. *bricked* ))

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">It was enough for everyone except you

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Sounds like user error to me.

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

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

Meany:<font color="#333333">There is enough sniping going on.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Let's all have some tea.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Seriously though I don't give a shit about this guy. Where's mother Selaren? What did you do with that baby? &gt;:O

Meany:<font color="#333333">And ignore the bottle of antidote I am emptying into my cup.

* Thomas Lazarus shakes. *bricked*

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">the baby is half fiend!

Meany:<font color="#333333">It's for flavor.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">And half human. You better not do something you'll regret. &gt;8|

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay back

Miron:<font color="#000000">It is a half-fiend. It must be disposed of.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The only regret anyone could ever have is not dealing with it quickly enough

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh this is about to be a thing.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Thiiiiis should probably wait for IC. &gt;.&gt;

Meany:<font color="#333333">Pizza ordered.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">haha. thomas vs Miron. round 1!

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Om nom nom burger. I'll be with you in two shakes.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Noms in the meantime real quick?

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Thomas for &quot;We are the only ones who can take on Montclaire!&quot;

Meany:<font color="#333333">I'm sorry, no.

VAE:<font color="#000000">haha

VAE:<font color="#000000">Proven very wrong

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ghost for *clears throat* :T

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Shankfang for &quot;Hey guess what? You -can- shoot something this time!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Actually... flouring

VAE:<font color="#000000">Tathis' reaction

VAE:<font color="#000000">also, Stanford for &quot;Saint punished you for taking a called foe&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I'll admit, that was a bit...anti-climactic.

VAE:<font color="#000000">you haven't met the kid yet x3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Still need a bit of a clarification, here. I heard casting.. arcane sizzling.. we see Montclaire presumably casting.. speaking to..? What was going on?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Fighting soldiers..?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">He probably was, yeah.

VAE:<font color="#000000">who knows

Liatai:<font color="#000000">He was fighting soldiers and yelling incoherently about needing feathers.

VAE:<font color="#000000">he was babbling avout feather

VAE:<font color="#000000">hmm

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Okay that explains it then, yeah.

VAE:<font color="#000000">wasn't them a feather fall component?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Also...

* RAM fox-snatches Liaburgers! :9

VAE:<font color="#000000">Him jumping out a window or somesuch to save his arse could work

* VAE knows, had a boss try that

VAE:<font color="#000000">saph, lia and ghost know

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Oh for a moment I thought you meant an IRL boss. Scared me a minute. |D;;;

VAE:<font color="#000000">hahahahaha

VAE:<font color="#000000">hahahaha

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah, casting feather fall IRL no work

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl moves to help Tom. :v

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain looks down at the unconcious/dead form of the man slowly transforming into an actual fiend.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Can we tell what kind yet?

VAE:<font color="#000000">except it doesn't

VAE:<font color="#000000">it was just lia showing us why she picked the token

Count Richard Montclaire:<font color="#000000">He's not transforming, silly. The DM was just showing off art, for the second time. ^^;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">no, she -said- he's transforming...

VAE:<font color="#000000">ass

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh what the hell. -3-

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Man, you did it again.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I said no such thing... ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Bast

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I said the -art- was the start of a transformation sequence from man to fiend.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Count Richard Montclaire: The art is the start of a transformation sequence of a man turning into a fiend.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&gt;_

VAE:<font color="#000000">Tech, I spent half the game unfocused because of needing to take a dump for saying it out loud

VAE:<font color="#000000">and I still got more of what's happening than you

VAE:<font color="#000000">Bast, get a coffee or something

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Glitch doesn't drink caffeinated beverages, I think. ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Grab a lemonade, maybe?

VAE:<font color="#000000">That explains this shit

</i> VAE:<font color="#000000">He better start to.

* Liatai bricks. XP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Railock doesn't either, you know. :P

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yes

VAE:<font color="#000000">My point stands

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I'm fine. -3- and no, we don't have any lemonade. Just water, milk, and sodas(which I also don't drink)

VAE:<font color="#000000">Then grab a fucking saline IV

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Sooooooooo gammeeee? {|3

RAM:<font color="#990000">But...but the bubbly!

VAE:<font color="#000000">and pump it right into the veins!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Like a true man

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I hate the bubbly. Dx

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Here, Glitch, I'll clarify.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Pansy.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And he calls himself an american

VAE:<font color="#000000">and doesn't drink soda

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hatehatehate it so much. Can't properly drink it.

* VAE does alien guy hands &quot;CALIFORNIA&quot;

* VAE brick'd

RAM:<font color="#990000">You know, I used to hate it too.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I barely tolerate root beer, and even then, I shake it to flatten it out a bit first. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I found this image sequence online. Click a thumbnail. The very first one is Montclaire's token. The path of the image sequence is why I chose his art to be what it is. http://ericbelisle.com/weblogs/?p=132

VAE:<font color="#000000">Holy Carp

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Is it clearer now?

RAM:<font color="#990000">Then I put down my purse, took off my dress and manned up. :P

VAE:<font color="#000000">hahaha

VAE:<font color="#000000">You win, RAM

Glitch:<font color="#000000">alright, I see Lia, thank you.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Can we get to the half-fiend baby? =3=

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Anyway!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Shall we get back to the game?

VAE:<font color="#000000">yep

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Because my dragon instinct tells me to hoard the thing that will eventually grow into a powerful ally. =3=

RAM:<font color="#990000">Oooh, that's cool. :o

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've got adapptive shackles, if he's still alive! Better than normal manacles!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt says, as he rushes towards Thomas and Vonain.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;ally&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">'ally'

VAE:<font color="#000000">OOC speech, just in quotes

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Hey, I'm here too. :B

Soldier 1:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... Is he dead?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;No.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;If Hy vanted to kill him, Hy vould hef shot him in de head.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Well that's not what I was hoping for.&quot; She watches from the back line.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He is under arrest.&quot;

&quot;Pip&quot;:<font color="#000000">Flit flit flit worry worry. &quot; Are people okay &quot; D: Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;He is still alive, isn't he, thomas?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Still patiently waiting on results. |3;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He will be tried for heresy, and probably hanged.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Results on...? ^^;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Grand treason, too.. . hmm.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Heal check and elaboration of his person.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe not just hanged.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Regardless, he is none of your concern now.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt comes up to the side of Montclaire and starts pulling out his adaptive shackles.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain looks down at Miron in something approaching shock.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That said.. did you meet an old pelorite cleric somewhere in this place, soldiers?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;You're talking to soldiers of the crown.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course it is all their concern, fool.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;If dey aren't from de Mace, Miron don't kare.&quot; =3=

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy tought hyu vould hef realized dis by now.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;His final fate is their concern. But, we got him sorted out as-is.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt waves over the soldiers in question to come closer.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">He's alive, just unconscious due to nonlethal danage. He's got several crossbow wounds, and slashes on his forearms. He's also woefully underequipped. Aside from his noble garb, all he has is a cane, and his glasses. A moderate evil aura.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And someone needs to have a look through the rest of this castle&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;There could be fiends hiding about&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom sighs quietly, addressing the sitatuon and studying the count closely. He squints, checks, and double checks. &quot;...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt starts attaching the adaptive shackles to Montclaire's arms and legs. Use Tech Device (MR 2, if I recall...) &#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 8 + 18 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And with that, they should snap on.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*situation dang

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's better and worse than I feared. At the very worst..&quot; He touches the pommel of his blade to the count's shoulder experimentally.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">While the Guardians argue, as Guardians are wont to do, Tomiko hears a quiet voice from behind her. &quot;Oh... it's over.&quot; The short, wizened old woman utters a quiet, exhausted sigh. Her robes are tattered and bloodstained... but beneath them, you can see exquisite golden chainmail, glowing faintly with magic. A morningstar glowing with golden light is in her hand, a small shield is on her arm, and she has a faint golden aura. An old grandmother, in full combat gear. That's not a sight you see every day.

* Tomiko Lazarus starts and glances around.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hahah

VAE:<font color="#000000">badass grandma

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Is anyone injured?&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt and vonain spin in place. &quot;You're still alive!&quot; Gnogglebolt cries out.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And the templar we found.. somewhat.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We feared the worst when they took you.&quot;

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

* Roy Stanford spins around. &quot;-- Selaren?!&quot; O_o

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor realises who is he replying to

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. . . Priestess?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I have to say? Beyond the blood and tattered clothing? You look absolutely smashing.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cudgel be praised. I thought you'd have ended up as a sacrifice for the half-fiend.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain affords himself a small smile, and gives off a salute to Mother Selaren. &quot;The Count has been brought down, unless there's something about him that we need to know about.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom's tone is a bit grim. &quot;..I don't sense anytrace of a fiend in him. So I guess.. there was never some great arch-beast behind this. He doesn't have that excuse.. ... ..it was probably all the mechanations and scheming of mortal magicians.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">...Gold is a horrible material for armor.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're too kind, dear. I'm sure I look like hell.&quot; The old woman chuckles faintly.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Haloo!&quot; :D

VAE:<font color="#000000">it is

VAE:<font color="#000000">but it's gold ornament

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Magic. It's even better than steel now.

VAE:<font color="#000000">it's juist plated with a thin layer

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Celestial armor, for the curious. :3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Watch out, Half-Orc hug incoming!

VAE:<font color="#000000">and even the egyptians could make them micron-thin

VAE:<font color="#000000">because gold's fucking ductile

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Concern then crosses Vonain's features, and he approaches Selaren to be able to talk with her better--and is cut off by the running half orc. -3-

VAE:<font color="#000000">THE MORE YOU KNOW

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Iz so goot to see hyu hokay!&quot; :D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where is the half-fiend, though?&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Oh, dear, please, not now. You'll get erinyes blood all over you.&quot; {:3

* Thomas Lazarus rises with a clatter-clank of plates and looks over. &quot;Mother Selaren..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have you dealt with it, priestess?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">ugh

* Thomas Lazarus squints at Miron. &quot;...&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang clearly doesn't care about the blood now smearing his chest. :B

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I could clean you up a bit, if you like?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">that came off as harsher than I intended

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain shakes his head, and finishes walking up to Mother Selaren. &quot;We saw the...room...with the erinyes. Is the child secure, for now?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">blah. VAE not in his top shape.. but then, neither is Miron.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Hug hug hug~

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">It feels like hugging a bird. In chainmail. Might want to be gentle.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">He is. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Shankfang, now's not the time...&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain lowers his voice to just above a whisper. &quot;Don't worry, I don't want to do anything with it. I'm sure I don't need to tell you, can't blame a child for what it is...&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Iz alvays a goot time for hugs, silly.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Let's get back to finding this child..&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( supper time, gonna feed the dogs and heat up the oven. ))

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And hugs over.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;For once, Tathi is right.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let us get this mess over with.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Is it even alive?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I hope not.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What is wrong with you?!&quot; He snaps off a terrible glower.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain turns a concerned glance back at Miron, but lets it pass without comment for the moment.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. . wrong with *me*?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He disregards the argument and looks back to the priestess pleadingly.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Gentlemen, let her answer.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brother, you know, or should know more about these matters than I do. . . isn't it obvious?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">I'm -waiting- for her to answer. :B

* Luanne Selaren hugs back, lightly, before turning back to the Guardians. &quot;... Yes, I have taken care of the cambion. We have a duty to all life, inquisitor... and a child cannot choose its birth. Come along, please... His nursemaid is terribly frightened.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain nods. &quot;Lead the way...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Now is likely a terrible time to offer adoption.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Likely, yes.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Yaaay, Swallowtail's lessons on tact take effect.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Duty to life that came form an erinyes and a mortal perhaps worse than half the fiends around here.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt, meanwhile, glances from the adaptive-shackled Montclair, to the soldiers.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor just stares with disbelief

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You guys can take care of this, right?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You disgust me with your constant judgement and racism, brother. There have been other half-humans to lead virtuous lives. We shall not discuss another word of 'that' consideration.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Like me~&quot; :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Perhaps. Mark my words though, bad things will come from this.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Or not like me. No fiend blood here.&quot; x3

* Luanne Selaren begins to lead the way down the tunnel. &quot;... I have already discussed the options with her. Montclaire was not so accepting. Did you hear his pronouncements...? Was he still searching for feathers?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We'll see..&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Orc blood, tough.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;...He was, actually.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Whatthat about?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;What was that about?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He was.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;He flew into a rage when the child was not born with feathered wings. 'No one will believe my rule has the gods' blessing with this thing,' he said... and ran off in search of a disguise.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl passes his mound of longswords onto a hapless soldier, and follows.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain pinches the bridge of his nose.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Huh.&quot; :.

* Thomas Lazarus shakes his head.

* Soldier 1 staggers -- the rest of them are working to secure Montclaire.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;We knew he was mad, but I thought he was the smart kind of mad, not the lunatic kind of mad...&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Sounds to me like he vas krazy.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;...Though, I'm not complaining.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;The smart mad ones are some of the hardest to deal with.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;.. I nearly regret that he was not possessed with a greater fiend.. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He ran off the deep end.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;To think, all of this was the work of a human soul..&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( back, oven's heating up, dogs chowin down ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Does not surprise me the least, unfortunately.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain nods at Thomas. &quot;Reminds me of one of the scraps of scripture and literature the Radiant Trinity keeps...&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;What was it...&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;He really thought the devils were angels then? You know...that means it was very very likely..he was a dupe in this, mad and tricked yes...but points to whittaker being far more likely to be the true mastermind behind this.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which is that much more reason... but good sense is wasted on some.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cornered men seek escape by any means. Even madness.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; 'Mortals are the master of this world because we are mortal, and the fate of all revolves around us..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Doubt that, Gamal&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">That line should sound oddly familiar to Thomas.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Someone would of had to introduce the devils to him and convince him they were angels and able to give him gods blessing if he had a child by them.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus smirks faintly. &quot;... So ... you look like you've been in a couple scraps since then.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Plenty of cult leaders of any sort end up going off the deep end, like he did, sooner or later.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It comes with dealing with unearthly beings.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Who was Tomiko's line to?

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;So are you just saying that because you are trying to salvage an already tattered image of your precious mace?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Selaren.

* Luanne Selaren nods.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He was a wizard.It's far more likely that he came across them through his studies.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The devils can fool a man better than a man can&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus chuckles. &quot;A lot tougher than you look.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;who knows, the erinyes he ended up screwing might have introduced herself as an angel. .we shall know when he is interrogated&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will thank you to be more tactful, Gamal-Junayd. The Mace is precious to not only him.&quot; Ooh. A nerve touched.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And before you spout more shit, may I remind you it was the Mace who brought all of this to the end?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">(No comment/'reaction from Thomas?)

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Aktually...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Afraid not. He's clearly in a horrible mood right now, and most of the words around him are just passing by his notice.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh... it's been years since I've had occasion to take up arms, dear. I'm just grateful these old bones remembered how to swing a mace.&quot; =3=

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy brought all dis to an end.&quot; :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah!&quot;

* Shankfang the Deffrider points to his gun.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good one, Shank&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;We've been walking a while now.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;How big is this place?&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus just smiles and nods.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You got two out of three. That sure counts for something.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is a castle.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain walks a little closer to Mother Selaren, and leans over to whisper to her softly.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Und Hy got de beeg fish.&quot; :P

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Some of the mace did. But you didn't do it alone you little shit, no matter how many times you tried to proclaim you were. &quot; he turns to roy &quot;I am sorry, his stubborness incites my anger, but he would probably gladly cover this all up if it meant he didn't have to face facts and could see the traitors as not a part of your organization at all.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">*beeg feesh

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

Vonain (Goldeneye) whispers: &quot;When we reach wherever the child is being kept...I'd recommend you restrict 'visitation' to one or two people at a time, at your choice. Emotions are...high at the moment, and the sight of a child like that might set off a chain reaction.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Building up and out.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... I'm sorry, &quot;beeg feesh&quot; made me laugh. x3

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Pizza is taking longer than promised to arrive.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">CURSE YOU, PAPA JOHNS.

Vonain (Goldeneye) whispers: &quot; 'Visitation' probably isn't necessary for most of us.&quot;

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I was going for that.

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

* Dr. Hatari warms oven.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have yet to see a more ridiculous assertion, ragface.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">Selaren leads the way to a small room off the main body of the castle, where a woman in servant's garb is curled up shaking beneath a table, with a swaddled bundle. She remains in the doorway, between the Guardians and the lady within. &quot;I'm back, dear. It's over. We'll get you both to safety.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Someone should shoop a slip of the raegcomics face into Gamal's wraps. &quot;Ragface.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The traitors will be brought to justice, and the High Command will assay their guilt.'

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor frowns even more.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain has sheathed his greatsword on his back by now.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hi!&quot; Wave wave!

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;We can escort you safely to the Temple of Pelor.&quot; Vonain says softly to the nursemaid.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot; Mother Selaren... not to question your wisdom. But is this wise? &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom relaxes a little with a long sigh. &quot;... I'd ask if you needed anything, but I trust you've handled what I could do.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*nods subtly*

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot; You know as well as we do what often becomes of cambions. &quot;

Glitch whispers: I just had an idea for something Vonain might try about this...

Miron:<font color="#000000">*nods far less subtly*

RAM whispers: ...I just had an idea. :o

* Thomas Lazarus knits his brow and looks over. &quot;...&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot; The Sun's light cannot reach a soul held in darkness, unless it is brought to them, Lieutenant. Your order has its own rules... as does mine. Every living being should be given a chance. &quot;

Glitch whispers: Though we the party aren't likely to see the half-fiend again...am I incorrent in thinking that people like Mother Selaren like to give younger people 'challenges' to help them grow as people? Because I'm thinking... Vonain might suggest someone to be the child's &quot;big brother&quot;, someone who's had a tough time of his own mixed heritage. ;)

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What about those it will likely end up taking the lives of?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What about *their* chance?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain is looking at the swaddled bundle with the child hidden inside. His jaw is working slightly, and a number of inscrutable emotions are flickering across his face.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot; I know several people who specialize in doing just this; bringing light to those said to be impossible to reach. &quot;

* Thomas Lazarus scoffs. &quot;That's enough.&quot;

RAM whispers: Shank and Talfeera can't have children of their own. There's a newborn right here that needs parents. See where I'm going with this? Good idea or bad?

Vonain (Goldeneye) whispers: and I meant Crow, by the way. So yeah, just wanted to tell you of this idea before actually doing it.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot; One of whom is a cambion herself. &quot;

RAM whispers: Unless you already have plans, of course.

You whisper to RAM: You're welcome to propose it if it would be IC to do so. :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe one might make something less monstrous out of a cambion and maybe one can thread a whip from what a dog left by the milestone, but neither of the two is a wise endeavour. Especially since we know who the human side is, and it is no better.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I cannot believe that someone who worships trials so is condemning a mortal baby to death because of its heritage.&quot;

You whisper to Glitch: You're welcome to propose it if it would be IC to do so. :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;An apple does not fall far from the tree.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;The child's creation, and it's bloodline, are entirely outside of its control. Only the most misguided, perhaps even evil, of heart would ever suggest taking action against a child of questionable bloodline.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This child has a soul; it has a chance.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">However, Vonains seems to eventually come to an internal conclusion, and his face sets in determination.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It'd probably be an act of mercy to it.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang weaves past the arguers and into the room, a curious look on his face.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Enough, Inquisitor Steelsprocket.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">He walks up to the Maid, smiling kindly. &quot;May Hy?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. .. . yes, Lieutenant &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; He glowers terribly, but says nothing more.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's go, it's time to get back to the temple. Roy Stanford, given the circumstances, may I request that you take your inquisitor and return to the temple by another route?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Teach it and raise it right, and it might rise up and overcome it's heritage. Unlike you who have failed to overcome your bigotry.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Says nothing ,but GLOWERS

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't think this is something any of us want to deal with all the way back.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is the duty of the child's parents to determine what is to be done with it. As the father is mad, he is excused. We have witnessed that the mother is dead. Which leaves his guardian.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Bigotry, against the offspring of devils.

</i> Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Shankfang, why can't you grasp that everyone around you is stressed and terrified. Y u hug and hold babies. =3=

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Miron I don't believe will be anywhere near us. It's over now. He can leave back tyo his precious braxton and no longer bother us.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mother Selaren, I expect reports on this. You and the guardian will be held responsible.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I love how no one seems to notice the 6'2&quot; Half-Orc slipping by because they're all embroiled in their own arguments. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I offer my support of this guardian, by the way. If she needs coin or a place to stay, I can help her get it.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm talking about just back to the temple, Gamal.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">6'3&quot;, rather.

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( PUTTIN PIZZA IN DA OVEN ))

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">HE'S GROWING.

* Shankfang the Deffrider shoots up and breaks through the ceiling! :O

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">I read that as Putin Pizza. does he have his own brand of pizza now?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yes

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">But, seriously...

VAE:<font color="#000000">Power pizza

Glitch:<font color="#000000">....what are you doing, ram. -3-

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

* Shankfang the Deffrider waits patiently for response from the nursemaid.

GM:<font color="#000000">The bundle wiggles, and slit-pupilled yellow eyes stare unfocused at Shankfang. The child is very, very red -- and small granulated pockets of scales, like fingernails, can be seen in various patches over its skin. Batlike wings poke out of the swaddling cloths. The woman stares at the blood-covered Shankfang, uncomprehending.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">You'll see. I am...inspired.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy vill not hurt de child, Hy promise.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">She very carefully hands it over.

* Thomas Lazarus looks over in befuddlement. &quot; What now?&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl sort of slides next to Shankfang, and looks over his shoulder.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain turns back to the nusemaid, and sees the child. He looks at it for a moment...and also with a raised eyebrow at Shankfang taking the child to hold.

* Shankfang the Deffrider takes the bundle, carefully, looking the baby over. He observes for a moment, before smiling down and reaching a finger towards it. Let's see how this goes...

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;He looks so cute.&quot; There is sincerity in the voice.

GM:<font color="#000000">Newborns don't have the best depth perception.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;He does, does he not?&quot; :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Oh god, Sszeyl showing -emotion-?! Hatari, stop the presses.

</i> Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Mind the wings.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain folds his arms and watches both Shankfang and Sszeyl.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I literally don't believe it. Too surreal. =3= *bricked*

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Sszeyl doing something completely bizarre. Normal day.

GM:<font color="#000000">.... chomp. When the finger gets close, the kid tries to chomp it.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;He definatly won't be able to pass for normal.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Does he have teeth?

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ha! Hy like him!&quot; :D

Glitch:<font color="#000000">yeah, this -is- straining my own surreal-o-meter to the limit as well. &gt;.&gt;

GM:<font color="#000000">No teeth, thank goodness.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain just sighs and presses a palm into his forehead.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">We adventurers really are the worst when it comes to children.

</i> * Luanne Selaren has a vague smile, watching the scene. &quot;... Where there is life, there is hope.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy vill take kare of him. Vith hyu blessink, Mother Selaren.&quot; :3

* Thomas Lazarus strides over and offers a hand to the cowering nursemaid.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The fighting is over, ma'am.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">STOLE MY IDEA.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;My fiance und Hy...kannot hef children uf our own.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain's eyes then narrow at Shankfang.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Good work, Shank.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi quirks an eyebrow at Shankfang. &quot;Pardon?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;It is a bit soon, dontcha think?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus gives Shankfang a flat look. &quot;...&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you going to retire from adventuring right now then? Raising a child is not a part time job.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I. . don't believe this shit. What will be next, vampires? No, even that would be less insane. It's not even one of the common ones where it's gone diluted - this kid is more fiend than person. It's like trying to raise a rabid dog. . . Even the Lieutenant did not approve... Holy Cudgel, I hope Lyle can talk some sense into them.

</i> Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;....Shankfang, the life of an adventurer is far too unstable.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Maaybe you should stop that thought right in its tracks.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Besides, where is your fiance? What, were you just going to show up on her doorstep with the kid? And fiance, you're not even married yet.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy need to go home und prepare for my veddink. Besides, Hy kan't be a very goot husband if Hy em alvays on de road.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Bast

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I think I speak for everyone when I say that now is not the time for any decisions.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ork, gnome and a half-devil kid

VAE:<font color="#000000">the cutest, silliest family ever

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Fiance, und ve hef been togedder for years.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;It would probably be best to let the child be raised in the temple, where they can be sure it stays grounded in the fact that it is half human.&quot;

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

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;We must return to the temple now. There isn't room or time for debate on this.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">With Sszeyl. ..

VAE:<font color="#000000">Addams family

* Luanne Selaren blinks with surprise, and then smiles. &quot;.... It's not quite that easy, dear... but if you're willing, and the nursemaid is also... We'll consider you when the child is old enough to be adopted. You'll have to go through an interview process, of course... and this isn't the time to discuss the intricacies of adoption, I'm afraid. We are all exhausted.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl will be Uncle Fester

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy em helf-human. If hennyvun here kan make sure de child knows dat, it is me.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain looks at Mother Selaren. &quot;Mother, shall we be going now?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yeah, that's the thing everyone here is missing. The child needs care now, and no one here is fit to do that.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, shankfang, give the child back to the nursemaid, and let's go&gt;&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;I do hope you realize what you may be getting into.&quot; She nods. &quot;Yes... back home.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Shank, sorry, but your lineage doesn't even come close to that childs. Your lineage will make you violent. That child's? Will make it kill.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dat is still kloser dan most.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom clears his throat pointedly. Hard. &quot;..Now, now. This is a child born minutes ago, on a battlefield, and your life is completely unstable. You will have to stand down and suppress your Sszeyl instinct to latch on to anything that crosses your line of sight.&quot; He smirks faintly. &quot;..Adoption will be something.. for later. Not here.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Arguments can wait until we are all in the temple and sitting in rooms!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Are they still walking together, or has the lieutenant and Miron asplit off?

* Luanne Selaren begins to dodder off. &quot; Of course, a counselor will need to be assigned to any adoptive parent full-time... &quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shankfang, give it back, and then let's move.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I wish I could take issue with the latching on thing.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;But I can't.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone who has anything to say, hold your tongue until we are back within safe walls.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Miron and the lieutenant are a ways behind the other group.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Because it's incredibly true?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Wait, when did Sszeyl get that candlestick?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We are still in an active warzone.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">good

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Oh hush Gnogglebolt. We're not going anywhere.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Rush this, rush that. Chill. You can't push events any faster than they're going to go.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;For now? We have this child to secure. THEN we're headed back.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Once again, the inquisitor is walking behind like it rained piss over his head.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The fact he's still floured does not help.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Eladrin is still waiting for us, there is active fighting in this castle! We need to go back now.&quot;

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

GM:<font color="#000000">The sounds of fighting are dying down, actually.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;The fact that we're all standing here does not mean &quot;secure&quot; to you, Tathi?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt sighs and turns back to the high priestess.

GM:<font color="#000000">You can hear a few cheers of victory from outside, and a wolf's howl.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yes. It does. Because in case you just woke up, we're probably the most dangerous beings within several square miles.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mother Selaren. I fear these people will not move until you get them to move. Shall you please do so?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000"> &quot;Uf koourse, Modder. Hy vill gladly acksept henny help hyu vould like to provide.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or at least until you move with them.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">The lieutenant looks just about as strained as Miron.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Ehn I'm just glad I saved it from being Maced by our evil party member. Now I need to save it from being adopted on the spot by our idiot party member. *bricked*

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">I'm already doddering off, dear. Are you coming? {:3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Yes, I am.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">...Where's the nursemaid, then?

Miron:<font color="#000000">I am not evil. I am sensible

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">With the child?

* Shankfang the Deffrider walks beside Mother Selaren.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">Following, yes.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Oh, okay, so Shankfang's not holding it anymore, good.

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Pointedly ignoring the complaints of the rest of the party.

</i> =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Following, then.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Acquire things as they pass through the halls.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Whoever said I'm not holding it anymore?

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Including his mound of swords.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot; Where do you live, sir? &quot;

Soldier 1:<font color="#000000">Hey, you foisted those swords off on me. D: * Soldier 1 staggers.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">So, we're heading back to the basement where Serrierr is?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. . . Lieutenant, if I may?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">I'm carrying you too, Soldier boy.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Now stop squirming.

* Roy Stanford blinks aside to Miron in confusion. &quot;May you what, inquisitor?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000"> &quot;Ve chust moved to Kastleton, but Hy do not tink Talfeera vould object to movink again if hyu tink it a goot idea. Honestly, Hy don't tink she much likes de city.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">this -is- a city, too. :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000"> &quot;Iz verrah different from Mazio.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot; Oh, that's not so much of an issue... merely wondering which monastery to contact first. One nearer to prospective adoptive parents would be ideal. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A suggestion. I.. .at the very least, it should be Archivist Petersen who should decide the fate of the cambion. He knows enough to make an informed decision, not ruled by emotion like.. like the rest of us.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Uh, yyyeeeaaaaah. Your point, Techy?

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Doodly doo.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Anyway, Lia, -are- we heading back to Serrierr? Or somewhere else?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;No, Miron, shut it. The Leaden Mace is not the organization to decide a child's fate in any capacity.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000"> &quot;...Hy should varn hyu, ve are not ecksaktly a traditional couple. My fiance iz a Gnome.&quot; :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">you aren't even there

VAE:<font color="#000000">The two are walking far behind

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">I'm walking with Mother Selaren.

VAE:<font color="#000000">which I actually asked, otherwise there'd have been a stream of thoughts of him reacting to Tathi and everyone else's words

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">--oh, talking to ghost.

* Roy Stanford sighs. &quot;.... Were Mother Selaren anyone different, Miron Steelsprocket --&quot; He glares at Tathi. &quot;This conversation is not one for your ears, if you don't mind, Eyllisaearsithek.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">yep

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">Out the front door, unless someone says differently.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;A childs fate falls more under the Pelorites knowledge than any macers. I doubt the leaden mace takes in any orphans, and if they do, nowhere near the amount probably taken in by the temples of Pelor.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus peers curiously at the baby. &quot;...?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Oh, well then.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain notices the direction they're headed.

GM:<font color="#000000">It's a wee little devil.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, ah, Mother Selaren.&quot;

* RAM bricks the GM.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;I would like to recommend we not go out the front door.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus makes a slightly rankled face. &quot;..That's kind of strange.. it looks a little more infernal than its mom did..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">He's got his mother's eyes.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Shankfang get them out of his mouth.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Why? Just cover the baby up.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Nevermind people seeing the child who aren't ready yet, we left the Eladrin elsewhere.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That is what worries me, Lieutenant. People like her.. often, their goodness prevents them from seeing the world as it really is...&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;There's an underground tunnel we can take that goes back to the Mace HQ, and we can get back to the temple from there.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot; When we return to the temple, we'll -- Oh.&quot; :. &quot;A very good point, dear. Which way is it?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">No response from Mother Selaren? :.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Also we should probably actually inform the eladrin of the situation. If I may lead the way...?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh, there it is. x3

* Roy Stanford shakes his head, waiting for Tathi to leave. &quot;You misunderstand, inquisitor.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, it's this way, towards the castle kitches...&quot; Vonain then takes point and turns the group back towards the kitchens and cellar.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;In.. what way, sir?&quot;

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

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Things are very confused at the moment, ghost.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">See this is why you shouldn't be playing video games mid-session and pay attention. ^^;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">he is?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Roy and Miron are walking far behind everyone else.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Fuck

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Everyone else is in one big group walking ahead.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Miron and Roy were supposed to be alone and separated from the group. Then you talked to them, and Lia then respondd, putting Tathi with them. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">He's said like four times OOC stuff than IC stuff today

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron and Roy are walking alone

VAE:<font color="#000000">after the group had a massive argument about the cambion

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( ^^^ That. Talk to VAE, not me. ))

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghost, that statement made no sense. ^^;

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

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( ... is Liatai not getting VAE's lines???? ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was talking to you.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tathi isn't with Miron and Roy. You popped up and sent a message in reply to Miron in what was supposed to be a private conversation. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah

VAE:<font color="#000000">Which made no physical sense

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Roy replied saying &quot;hey, butt out, elf&quot; pretty much. So he's waiting for Tathi to rejoin the other group. ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Does that make more sense? ^^;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( No, because apparently tathi was never there in the first place. It makes -less- sense. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Ghost you're not making any sense. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Lia is a good improv roleplayer.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">She works with, she doesn't retcon.

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah

VAE:<font color="#000000">it came down to tathi lagging enough to overhear

Glitch:<font color="#000000">which, sometimes, is rather a limitation when it really would be the best answer...

VAE:<font color="#000000">and butting in

VAE:<font color="#000000">Glitch, arse

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Can you walk me through how you saw the situation? ... Never mind, let's continue on. I'll just assume Tathi did bugger off. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">retcons scuk

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you at all familiar with the Hidden Lanterns of Pelor, Inquisitor?&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( yeah, my interest levels are rapidly bottoming out. :\ ))

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... talk to other PCs... ^^;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">ANYWAY!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Vaguely, Lieutenant... A pelorite militia of sort.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Where were you when action was happening? ^^;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Can I assume that the group is approaching the cellar now?

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( about -what-? ))

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You've done absolutely jack for like three sessions but a few mandated reactions.. &gt;.&gt;

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Alright then.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">About the action? About the situation? About Shankfang's sudden desire to adopt a fiend?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We all jab you about it in the lines you ignore, even.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">If you don't give fuck that hard. ..

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Half-Fiend, mind you.

VAE:<font color="#000000">probably best go the Alex route

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I assume by Miron's reaction that there is some laws regarding half-fiends, and half-celestials?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean, you're literally getting as bad as him

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not quite. A sect of Pelor's church.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Could someone inform me of them?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Shank...are you sure you should be going around looking adopt children with special needs before checking with your fiance?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr looks up as he hears the group approaching, and narrows his eyes as his other senses detect other things... He looks confused for a moment.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, yes, they aren't quite orthodox pelorites.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">He sniffs the air. &quot; But, that's not.......oh.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But .. eh. Long time since I had brushed around any of those.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">As the group starts decending the cellar, Serrierr stands up to full height. The two prisoners are laid out on the ground.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy vill ask her vat she tinks ven Hy kan, but Hy am quite confident she vill go vit de idea. Ve hef often spoked uf our...inkompatabilities.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">As the nursemaid descends the ladder with the child, Serrierr's eyes zero in on it. &quot;....So.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Read: I play Talfeera so I can have her agree anyway so nyeh. :P

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...The 'heir' Montclaire spoke of....&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I presume that is it?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oi, why is everyone assuming I gave the child back to the nursemaid?

Dr. Hatari whispers: Please tell me Talfeera would have a not-super-artifically-accepting reaction to that insanely irresponsible request. |D; *bricked*

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Oh right, we didn't ask the infant's gender.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I never said I did that.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">because it's the sensible thing to do?

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah

VAE:<font color="#000000">why did we assume

VAE:<font color="#000000">why

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">For all you know I've been carrying it the whole time.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Because that child was born a half hour ago and you're not the most qualified! D: Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;If anyone would have the ability to turn a cambion away from destruction, the Hidden Lanterns have the ability, the resources, and the experience to do so. If they do not succeed... we have the ability to take it out. I for one will not allow another Yoriver to occur if it is at all within my power.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Quit being possessive and let the nurse tend him!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I think I'm qualified to carry a child, thank you very much.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">Yes, the priestess would have asked Shankfang to hand the child back to the nursemaid. ^^;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">If only because Shankfang lacks some...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You're wrong. &gt;:T

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">But, fine. He gave the child back.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;If it was a normal child, I wouldn't bring it up at all, But this child will need extra attention above and beyond a normal one, So would think it would be wise to check first.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">*ahem* Necessary equipment. ^^;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">There, now that that's finally set straight...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy tink ve are de most qualified to take care of him, personally.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr rubs his chin. &quot;I must admit... I was not quite expecting this.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">He looks at mother Selaren as she appears as well, and smiles.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">heh. if shankfang still has him the kid might be screaming his head off about being hungry again

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy em a half-breed myself, I am engaged to somevun uf a radikally different species.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hello again, Lord Serrierr.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is most wonderful to see you in good health, Vassal.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I doubt even they can. And all I ask for is that a trained malconvoker makes an assessment. Because if it's clear the child can not be raised safely, then the blood of its future victims is on our hands. For not stopping it. Did Saint Cuthbert not say that evil grows where good men do nothing?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;And? doesn't mean you are ready to raise a child.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi glances back and forth.. &quot;You know.. if it's really such an issue.. why not just remove the fiendish side from the child entirely?&quot; She asks.

* Thomas Lazarus frowns. &quot;..But you've never had children. Much less ones that will require constant diligence and guidance to be on guard against their nature.&quot;

* Roy Stanford nods. &quot;That much is fair. I will bring it up to Mother Selaren, as well, when we are safe.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Being an unusual couple is no qualification for that, my over-eager friend.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy kan at least assure de child vill be seen as a child, und not as the offspring uf a fiend.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But if Archivist Petersen approves, I shall raise no further objections. &quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr starts picking up on the squabble over-children-raising.

* Edaric peers at Tathi oddly. &quot;... What?&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd looks at tarhi

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;And...just how coiuld that be accomplished? Without harming or scaring the child for life?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She glances over at Edaric. &quot;Permanent transformation. It's powerful arcane magic, but, well. It does work.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;If hyu based it off uf dat logic, den no couple is qualified to kare for deir first child.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you Lieutenant.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;....I must say, that's quite the last thing I would expect people to quarrel about. Usually, mortals would destroy such a child in fear, which would be a terrible crime under all circumstances.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ve kan learn, like henny new parents.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr then glances at Tathi.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Arcanist, I'm afraid I must point out something for you.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yeah, angel, you're not far off. The angry dwarf wanted to do just that.&quot; Tathi says with an eyeroll.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Learning is all wel and good, but it is often best to learn on a curve...not attempt the hardest possible right at the start.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus shakes his head slightly. &quot;..I think you're willfully refusing to face certain realities. This child will have powers.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Modder Selaren hes already stated dat whoefer adopts de child vill hef de help uf her church.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Only the most reality-altering magics could do that, miss Tathi. You can change the child's body...but the mind and soul are beyond the power of the arcane, save the ultimate spells of rewriting existence itself.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;In light uf dat, are ve henny less qualified dan henny odder kouple?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your idea of transformation, while nobly intentioned, will ultimately accomplish nothing.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She looks irratibly at the celestial. &quot;The mind and soul are not fiendish! The BODY is! It's the child's blood that's going to be driving it to do horrid things!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes -- a stable and experienced one that has known Tieflings being reared before. This is even more severe than one of them.&quot; =w=;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy tink ve are more qualified dan most, for reasons Hy hef already stated.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;But, Mother Luanne Selaren here is as fine and experienced agent as we could ask for, and she is qualified to handle this child in any way she sees fit.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">See, and ghost was saying he's got nothing to do

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;This is not a true devil. The mind and soul are mortal.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The child begins to wail, and the nursemaid tries to quiet it.

* VAE snerks

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( you want me to leave? Ask. Otherwise,shut up. ))

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr shakes his head. &quot;There is more too it than blood, arcanist. But no matter, I am not saying the child should not be given any chances, quite the...opposite...&quot;

* Shankfang the Deffrider disengages from debate to speak to the nursemaid.

VAE:<font color="#000000">kiss my fuzzy arse x3

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">He sighs as the child begins to wail.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Iz he hokay?&quot; He asks, slightly worried.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Fine, whatever. Shank. I've got a proposal for you.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I fear my presence may be...adversly affecting it. We should continue. I will walk ahead of all.:&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;It would be best to be quieter and calmer in the presence of a newborn.&quot; =3=;

* Shankfang the Deffrider nods, and turns to the rest.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr picks up the prisoners again, and looks at the civillians. &quot;Follow us.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyu heard her, no more arguink.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus stares at the motley crew ahead of her in quiet disbeleif. =w=;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Yes, Taddi?&quot;

Grizzled Templar:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... Adventurers say the strangest things, don't they.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;You have no idea.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">ahaha

VAE:<font color="#000000">nomming that

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; This is not how I envisioned this situation ending, Tommy.&quot;

* Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather has just been watching this scene with quiet confusion written all over his face.

* Thomas Lazarus shrugs. |T

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl walks near Swallowtail.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Trying to take care fo a child like this Shankfang, is akin to attempting to someone trying to pull off your trick shots from the back of your bike going at full speed through a busy city street...who has never once either seen or heard of a bike or gun before that moment.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Anyway, can prisoner tokens be moved back onto me? :B

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">I picked them up. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;When we're done doing whatever this is now, and have free time again, can we talk?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">You are ignored, Gamal.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Allright, just listen for a bit.. Everyone's jumping all over you adopting the child, so maybe you should prove that you're a good candidate for adopting the child. Frankly, you're the most immature one here. Don't deny it, you are. You're always about shooting and hugging things, and, while that's all good and well I guess it doesn't exactly make for a good father in any sense. Maybe if you start acting in a better light... you understand?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">Trying to take care of a child like this as your first*

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Shankfang is done arguing.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Where'd you -- oh. Preparing for vworping.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Oh, well then.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt glances at Tathi, then to Shankfang.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas looks surprised at ClarifyofThought!Tathi.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shankfang...I have to agree with her.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I know you, and I know my sister.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hmm...Vell, fair enough, Taddi.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Just give it some thought.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Neither of you are really ready for something like this. Try adopting a more...well...less 'high maintenance' child first, is what I would suggest.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus clears her throat lightly.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Excuse me.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Now, with that done, I need to go back to my plans to kidnap the Toris family. If anyone needs me just say my name.&quot;

* Shankfang the Deffrider is already ignoring arguments, Gnoggle. You are no different. =3=

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Not to distract from this legitimately important discussion, but I have a question.&quot;

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

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Did we free Yoriver?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...Hy vould say so, yus.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do bears shit in the woods/&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Montclaire and the heretic Whitaker are with us. And Osmul&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Not till after the tournament where I kick your ass. no running out on this....&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Only one missing is Whitaker's other cousin.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hector Whitaker, the builder.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus feels remarkably unheroic during a campaign conclusion. Again. {|3

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

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's still work to be done... but the fighting parts, I believe, are over. Now for rebuilding...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let us hope the army grabbed him at some point.&quot;

Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather:<font color="#000000">&quot;And celebration, of course.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And celebration, brother.&quot;

* Roy Stanford huffs. &quot;And celebration.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000"> &quot;Hy still fully intend to adopt him, tough.&quot; :|

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I'm obligated to inform you that I will try to take advantage of the economic situation here. |U&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You intend what&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The gnome just. .. . stares in disbelief

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;He's gonna try to make money off the rebuilding.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The group's up to the Mace HQ by now.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hokay, let's go!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, not him&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Miron is promptly ignored. :P

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mmaaaybe you should talk to your fiance before giving her a son, first.&quot; =w=;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I've had it pointed out to me that vast swathes of property is now vacant, and needing to be reinhabited.&quot;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( oh great, the fuck do I get for roleplaying? BURNT PIZZA. XP ))

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

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( time to call lover's... |P ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">A good deed is its own punishment

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I intend to buy that property, improve it slightly, rent it out, and appoint an executor to see that the tenants are taken care of, that my profits are delivered to me, and so that when I find out he or she is stealing from me, I can choke them to death.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy plan to. But, like Hy said, Hy am quite confident she vill be all for de idea.&quot; :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I swear to the cudgel, after my time with this lot, nothing will surprise me.&quot;

* Inquisitor Falstaff Brushgather laughs.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ram; to avoid clutter here, going to put something in IRC...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Again, read: I play Talfeera so suck it, nyeh. :P

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brother, you don't know half of this.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Up through the Mace HQ...

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

* Roy Stanford pauses for a moment... then reconsiders and shakes off some idea.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Are there any rivers near here?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Lakes, perhaps?&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Creeks, I'd imagine, why?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;A hobby I have is river walking, as I call it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;The ocean provides me with no need to eat or drink; this ring allows me to breathe water.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I can walk along a river or lake bed as long as I wish, and just explore.&quot;

* Roy Stanford stares at Sszeyl in confusion at that first sentence. &quot;....&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... You are a very strange little elf.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I've noticed.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Somewhere, off in the distance,  &quot;HA!&quot; 

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Remind me to tell you the Coralline story some time.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Or how Tathi tried to set me on fire when we first met.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Anyone mind if we take 5-10m and return to a timeskip back to the temple, just for a return to the same page? Also I need to jump afk that long! |D;

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

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;...That's actually a common greeting I get.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I could use a bio break, in either case.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;The setting on fire thing.&quot;

Ghostwish: <font color="#9900ff">(( my pizza won't be here in that time what is wrong with you &gt;|P ))

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">cool

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF"> &quot;HEY! SSZEYL!&quot;

</i> Sszeyl:<font color="#333333"><b>&quot;What?&quot;

</b> Tathi:<font color="#9900FF"> &quot;RING OF FIRE PROTECTION!&quot;

</i> Sszeyl:<font color="#333333"><b>&quot;No, I am not going to borrow Aelian's.&quot;

</b> Sszeyl:<font color="#333333"><b>&quot;I know what you two do with it.&quot;

</b> Aelian:<font color="#9900FF"> &quot;what.&quot;

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

</b> Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Oh gods the laughter.

GM:<font color="#000000">Back, are folks done arguing? :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">It was taken to IRC.

VAE:<font color="#000000">IRC

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's super still a gigantic classroom argument in IRC, sorry. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also my pizza rolls are almost done. :9

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( .. do I even want to know? ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( Not really. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">No, focus on the game.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I'm hoping they keep bitching there so we can get play done here without it being 30% OOC banter. =w=;

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( I am! I gotta colonize faster! |P ))

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">Lo, the temple appears!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And the oven timer goes off. XP

Big Templar:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- ''Mother Selaren! You're alive!''&quot; And suddenly templar swarm.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Templars.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Templars everywhere.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">OH.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">And I suppose, after coming up from the Mace end

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Hey.. Is it just me, or do we seem to be bringing progressively larger and larger mobs back to the temple?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr took a detour from the party, and delivered Whitaker and Osmul to the Shepherds...

* Luanne Selaren chuckles and mumbles something aside to the rescued templar and the nursemaid. They quietly duck into the temple with the child.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">along with Serrierr's written statement of what he heard Whitaker saying.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not bigger than when he brought in macers by the cartful&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Then Serrierr went to rejoin the group.

* Shankfang the Deffrider watches them go with the child, but quickly returns his attention to the immediate surroundings.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr smiles as Selaren is practically mobbed by the other Pelorites. Ah, the feelings towards a beloved one who has done well by those in their care...

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl finds somewhere to drop all the stuff he nicked from the castle, and the mound of swords, and goes to sit in the pews.

Tough Templar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is it over?&quot; one templar asks over the mass of motherhennings and &quot;ARE YOU OKAY ;o; &quot;s.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Haloo efferyvun! It iz over!&quot; \o/

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt goes into the temple and to one of the pews, shrugs off his cargo pack, and flops into the pew, exhausted.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;...It iz over, right?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;The combat portion is, at least. Now, it is time to rebuild.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's over like hair over arse.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;At least for now, it is.&quot; Tathi mutters in elven.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr enters the temple as well, and looks around, much like he did this morning after the night-assault the Shepherds weathered.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;THE CITY IS FREE!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And back. With pizza rolls! \o/

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dat's vat Hy said. Stealink my thunder.&quot; =3=

Peasant Man:<font color="#000000">CHEERS go up through the whole temple -- some people even throw their hats in the air!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Hey, back off civvies. These pizza rolls are mine. &gt;:O *bricked*

VAE:<font color="#000000">ahhahaha

Mule Maiden:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is it safe to go --&quot; *snrk*

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hatari ,you win

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;You didn't say it loud enough, good orcblood.&quot; Serrierr says with amusementy.

Mule Maiden:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is it safe to go out into the city at last?&quot; :O

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are still a few pockets of fighting here and there, but for the most part, all the fiends have been broken, and their numbers dwindle.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom just watches the temple from outside, leaning on his sword. &quot;...&quot; He offers a weak smile from the sidelines.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Mmm, fair enough.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I guess we can just get on with our mission now.&quot; Tathi says.

* Anise Berilan sidles up to the Guardians, and hands them a stack of papers with a wink.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;It may be best to remain off the streets as much as you can, at least for today.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Did Swallowtail ever respond to my question? ^^;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Which question. ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Can we talk when we get free time again.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's that, Anise?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">A stack of papers..? I hate papers. D|

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm? What's this?&quot; Vonain asks Anise.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;What, so soon? We just freed a city, Tathi! Doesn't that mean anything to you?&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Read it and find out.&quot; She winks; it looks like a set of fliers in colorful ink.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*Examines flyers*

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain reads.

* Gamal-Junayd looks them over

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Papers get?

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She shrugs, non-chalantly. &quot;We freed a city known for devil incursions from a devil incursion. I'm not the slightest bit surprised I have hardly seen any elves since I came here.&quot; She says, and then glances at the papers.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;C'mon. How can you be so nonchalant about it?&quot; He says as he also has a look.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">It says: &quot;COMMENCE THE FAFFING ABOUT, SUCKAS. DUNGEON'S OVER! HAVE A DRINK.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I approve

Miron:<font color="#000000">I need a drink

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Because there isn't a fiber in my soul that doubts this place will be seiged again before my life is over.&quot;

Fliers:You're Invited! To the private grand reopening of the Bee and Flower Tavern and Performance Hall! Come take shelter from the incoming flood and wet your whistles with us, heroes of Yoriver! Chips and the first round are on the house -- and we have cake! See you there!Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Called it.

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Well you call it.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">YAY the formatting worked! :D

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain smirks as he reads the flier. &quot;Wouldn't miss it.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;But, there's a few things to take care of, first.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fifty cudgels up my arse and one over my head! That's where I'm off to!&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well, are you at least coming to this, Tathi?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain heads into the temple proper.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Olidammarans came by in a flood and dropped 'em off. Spread the word!&quot; ;3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">:.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hmm, kould be kool.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Already had plans with brother Brushgather here.. and Lyle.. &quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">She looks at the paper a moment. &quot;I suppose I could spare the time.&quot; She says with a small smile. &quot;But we BOTH need to make a trip back to Eytherinu.&quot; She says, prodding Aelian.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Take shelter from the incoming flood...?&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;What do they mean?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yes, yes, of course. Hey, when did you get so bent on responsibility?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There's a victorious army a few blocks away..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This fits like a chamberpot over arse.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Who do you think?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;When it started mattering.&quot; She says softly.

* Edaric thinks.... and then a look of dread crosses his face. &quot;OH NO.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That said, Anise, you haven't missed that much.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">After giving out his announcement, however, Serrierr walks out again, and goes over to Tomiko.

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">Aelian glances up at the weather?

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everybody into the temple, hurry!&quot; o_o;;;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 2 + 14 = 16&#160; <font color="#9900FF">&#187; survival!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">His smile breaks. &quot;..? What's wrong, Ed..?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whitaker went down with a single bullet.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;To the shoulder&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hmm, Hy need to try und find sumvun who kan set up zum vay to talk vith Talfeera.&quot; :.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Er. Montclaire did&quot;

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

* Gamal-Junayd steps into the temple at ed's insistance

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom hesitantly looks around and makes for the temple interior.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I took down Whitaker myself. Granted.. the commander was sort of holding him by the scruff, but still&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;What? What now?&quot; She says, and heads in with Ed.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">You can hear a rumbling from far away... &quot;Quick, before they get here!&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tomi. Now that the city is free, and the shadows lifted....I want to take another walk through the city with you.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Int the temple? :.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&gt;_&gt;;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hold that thought.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;..Ah, very well.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Meanwhile.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain approaches Mother Selaren.

* Edaric laughs. &quot;The bards are descending!&quot; XD &quot;Everybody needs to start thinking about what they want to tell the network!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;The what are what now for the what!?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Uh-oh.&quot; |D;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">You can hear music being carried on the wind -- it sounds like an orchestra warming up.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">He gives her another salute with a smile as he approahces. &quot;Greetings, Mother. I know you must have had a hard time the past few days, and you just got back, but if you've a few moments, can I speak to you? Regarding the...child?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">XD

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Still counts!&quot;

* VAE pokes lia

VAE:<font color="#000000">ahh

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZVAvHah9io

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">(:3

* Luanne Selaren opens her eyes. &quot;Mm?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain looks about. Is that line of people in front of us -really- there, or is it an abtraction?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sure does. Should have seen his face ... the discharge tossed him off by almost a foot.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">*abstraction

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I knew it. It was only a matter of time -- something this big? Every bard for miles around is going to want to be the first one to put it to song.&quot; X3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's what he gets for fucking up my apprentice's head, the fucker.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">They're really there.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">So bards are also the paparazzi huh.

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

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;....Do you want to remain in this place, or might we talk away from other ears? It shouldn't be too big of a deal...you know what, nevemind, I'll just talk here/

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That said.. .did you tell him, too?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you going to? you were actually here for a good chunk.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom finally -- finally -- draws a cloth and takes great care in rubbing and cleaning his blade free of fiend blood. Then he sheathes it. Still mottled dark reddish-brown all over his uniform.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">See this is the nice thing about being a wizard, Thomas. We don't look like shit after every fight.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Mmm, I need a bath. Erinys blood on my chest/abs.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I cut the throats out of like twenty Erinyes. It's a look I can live with until the people are safe.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">And now, they are.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, I'mnot sure what to say about that halforc adopting the child...he is an adventurer, which is no kind of stable environment to raise a kid in, and even if he settles down, he likely would need a few years of simply working things out with his fiance, whoever she is...but. Neverminding any of that. In the meantime...&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Mmm, I need a bath. Erinys blood on my chest/abs.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Because, you know.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I don't wear shirts.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;You have plenty of people here to be able to act as caretakers for the child, and guide it. But...&quot;

* Shankfang the Deffrider shuns.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl is in quiet meditation.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 17 + 3 = 20&#160; <font color="#333333">&#187; Wis check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Woo~

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh dammit Techy how did I knew that's where you were going. =3=

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain winks. &quot;Am I mistaken in thinking that old wise people like yourself like to set unusual challenges to young ones, to help them find their center and discover themselves even as they overcome a challenge?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I love that sound, Meany.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Let's see if I can type up some stuff on the dichotamy of Vandria Gilmadrith.

* Dr. Hatari marks.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">I said nevermind all that. It's not actually about that.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Don't worry your head about it ram. :B

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Tathi sighs a little.. &quot;I'd rather just use this network to draw more to Eytherinu.. not toot my own horn about my adventures or some such.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">ram long as it stays IC don't fret

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">That's a perfectly in-character aside comment from him, that's what he saw. He's on about something else entirely.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh, well, that's not so bad. :B

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I was just messing with him. :P

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">anyway, guess I'm waiting for Lia to return...

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">She huffs quietly, listening to the bard rumble in the distance.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Guess that's that, then. I can get back to the swamp and back to work.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr, while waiting for Tomi, busies himself with helping others around the temple again, offering what blessings and advice he can to people.

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( I think I hear PIZZAH. brb ))

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tell who what?&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Igor. About the leaflets.. the feast.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not yet. I figured you'd be best sorted to tell him, rather than a drunken stranger.&quot; ;3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell will freeze over before my apprentice goes dry throated while I'm drinking.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Though, two of them did already.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*grins*

* Thomas Lazarus tiredly trudges over to the temple holy basin. He thumps to one knee, draws a palmful of blessed water, and rather unceremoniously splats himself in the face with it. It has a +2 circumstance bonus to cleaning off devil scab. With his brow still wet, he shifts and assumes a position of prayer.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He gives his thanks, for all of the help he has had in averting the worse catastrophies that could've come to pass.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Sooo~..&quot; She heads over to a pew and smiles a bit nervously. &quot;..What's up?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr looks up as Tomiko approaches. &quot;Oh! There was actually something else that came to my mind, and I just wanted to go on another walk with you through the city. As well as wrap up something from earlier.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm sorry. x3

Tokens dropped onto map 'Yoriver - Temple of Pelor'Glitch:<font color="#000000">whatever it was, 'tis alright. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">My mom tried to go to work while her back was hurting so much she was hobbling like an old lady.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shouldn't take very long.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Naturally work told her &quot;no you crazy lady, go home and rest. ^^;&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">|3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So, just helping her settle in. {:3

Rowen Angelos:<font color="#990000">x3

VAE:<font color="#000000">wow

RAM:<font color="#990000">Liamom is awesome like that.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yeah

RAM:<font color="#990000">Tell her I said hi and I hope she feels better soon!

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ahhhh -- sure.&quot; She folds her arms. &quot;..Guess that wasn't much of a dramatic final confrontation, was it? The worms put up a better defense of the fortress.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Fuck, all the respect from *me*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I have said on no uncertain terms, she's going to the doctor tomorrow. :B

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. Rather strange, wasn't it?&quot;

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

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not a dramatic final confrontation?&quot; Serrierr furrows his brow in confusion.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Peace. War. Peace, the time of healing, to be strived and worked toward. Fragile, needing to be kept alive by words, lies, and least by actions. Politics, the art of keeping the peace by whatever means available; inclined to natural short-sightedness and so easy to go astray. She taught to be honest in deliberations, to follow an internalized code of honor and respect. Violence; peace maintained by deeds, was last in the chain of things acceptable. War was inevitable. It would always return, either greater or lesser than before; different names, different places, different reasons. The same violence, the same pain. Time of peace was spent in preparation for the next war. Great fortresses built and maintained; strategies thought of and counters planned for them; weapons made and hoarded; soldiers trained and polished. Sszeyl noted several similarities to the Dwarven god of toil. And among siblings and parentage that changed their views with the wind; to be steadfast in beliefs and actions was likely endless toil to Her. He pondered how desensetizing it would be; feeling all the pain of all the elves in the world; light or dark. How hard it would be not to hate the mortals for inflicting this pain. To not hate Lolth and corellon for causing the difference. It must have been so hard for her to look past that pain, to feel pity for the mortals, and teach them how to both defend themselves from pain, and inflict greater pain on their enemies. It hurt to care. It hurt to pin sentiment and feelings on words from other people, because he cared what they said. It hurt to feel attachment and know that they would wither and die centuries before he would. And it hurt terribly to care for what would likely be his death; the Dragon. He asked himself what Vandria would do; and she would ask him if it was worth it; the pain he felt now in the shadow of happy he was to spend time with them. He would say yes. And she would tell him to prepare to defend it; because war would come either in great battles, or internal conflict, and he would need to protect them. Even if it was from themselves. And he realized as the meditation came to a close: He had no idea how to do it.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I-

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I think you owe me a story, as well. Shall we walk and talk about it, then?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*textwall'd*

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Hold on I hit my head on something up there GOOD LORD.

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( HOLY FUCK MY MONITOR SHUT OFF WHAT HAPPENED ))

Glitch:<font color="#000000"><b>pansies. xP

</b> Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">ADDITIONAL EMBELLISHED REACTION.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Anise says anything further?

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">I tried to keep it in one direction, it branched, turned in on itself, and started consuming its own tail.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sorry. :c

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's good stuff. :o

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Anyway.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr heads out of the temple, presumably with Tomi in tow, looking at her expextantly for a story of the &quot;final confrontation&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whatcha waitin' for, then? The party starts at sundown!&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus seems a little loathe to leave the temple again, but follows before long.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, off I am then. Gotta drag in Lyle, Igor.. and hell, report to my CO here.&quot;

* Luanne Selaren smiles placidly. &quot;... Lightchild, your intentions are no doubt noble... but before anything more is done with the child, we'll need to discuss legal custody with the authorities. Even then, I would be loath to let the child be adopted by anyone before he has reached his second year, in a controlled environment.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That said, I guess a rematch is in order. Last time with Tathi's wine it was unfairly stacked in Tom's favour&quot; *grins*

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is scarcely the time to be discussing challenges.&quot; {:3

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's right!&quot; &gt;:O

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr follows his gaze. &quot;Oh, don't worry, we'll come back soon enough. Besides, I have a feeling you'll apprciate...well. First, tell me, how did the 'final confrontation' go?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Let mw know when Swallowtail swings by.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Pop. Ninja.

* Gamal-Junayd asks the templars in the front where the tavern the pamplet was from

Miron:<font color="#000000">With that, the inquisitor disappears

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain leans in closer to Mother Selaren to whisper to her.

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

Tough Templar:<font color="#000000">Directions are on the back of the flyer.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Hey, quit callin' me a dude. That's not the first time, even! *bricked*

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">HER

Glitch:<font color="#000000">sorry. ^^;

* Tomiko Lazarus scoffs. &quot;... Pretty terrible, actually.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Oh, adoption wasn't what I had in mind, though, nothing like that...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I wanted to ask you something. Likely involving charts and blueprints, but they were in my journal, and I seem to have misplaced it.&quot;

Kep'salion:<font color="#000000">As Miron moves around on the top floor, he might view a pegasus with two riders coasting in for a landing on the rooftop.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;So I will get to the point.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brother Hawkin. . how's it looking with Igor?&quot;

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

* Gamal-Junayd wanders the temple a bit till he sees altonor and masabel

Miron:<font color="#000000">Them. Fuck. . . .this'll need to get sorted tonight.

</i> Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey...you two going to the celebration the flyers mentioned?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Thanks for the reminder. &quot;-- Oh hey --&quot; A bard approaches... and then backs off to wait for the two lovebirds to finish.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We rounded a couple hallways. It was dark. We found one living templar on our side...&quot; She muses. &quot;We armed him. Healed up...&quot; She glances down. &quot;Then we turned into a foyer and saw Montclaire casting lightning or something on soldiers. He was wounded, and didn't see us.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I'm going to be turning Crane Underground into a school of crafts. I'm going to be seeking teahcers of various skills and tasks, and provide materials to get our students on their feet to begin careers.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">You're up on the roof? :3

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; But, after you've worked out the child's legal situation and gain custody of him--which I am certain you will--you of course have your people to look after the child, to teach and guide. I believe you even said you had a halfblood of your own....but, I was thinking of something for someone else, that would be as much for this person's benefit as for the child.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The big goofy motherfucker with the gun shot him once and he was down.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I was wondering if you would like to be one of those teachers.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">sorry, theres no roof on the map, that's just 3rd floor area.

* VAE pokes Lia?

* Swallowtail chuckles a bit. &quot;... What could I teach? I have no career. Paper-folding?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">fine then

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">NECK SLICING.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000"> This person I am thinking of is still young, and he is...not entirely sure of himself. He has not found his center, much because he is of extraplanar blood as well. He feels isolated from others, misunderstood, because he feels too different to really get close to anyone.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd looks around for the drow, does he spot them? any sign of them? If not, he'll ask a few of the templars if they have been seen

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Well, yes. But you are also stealthy, a reliable fighter, and likely the most respectful of anyone in our group.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And oh man.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr blinks, and chuckles. &quot;...My my. Even I thought there would be more to the Count than that.&quot;

* Ansramil Hawkin blinks and inhales sharply, shaking himself a bit. He seems to have been dozing against the wall. &quot;...? Oh... Hello, brother.&quot; He covers a yawn with his hand.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah. Catching the seven thieves from Snooze's gang?&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">They're up on the roof, as the templars point out.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;They were at each others throats the second he hit the floor. It was like one continuous stream of civil war up to the moment we saw you with Montclaire's boy.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I'm glad I'm not with their company.&quot; =w=;

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

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Most of all...he lacks a purpose in his life. He doesn't know what to do with himself. And so, I was thinking...what would be a good place to start...but by being a 'big brother'? &quot; Vonain winks again, and turns his head. If Mother Selaren follows his gaze, he's loooking at Crow.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">I was doing nothing of the sort. &gt;:|

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Neither was Tathi.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Everyone else is totally guilty.

* Ansramil Hawkin smiles a bit. &quot;And the Forty Winks of the Lands of Nod. ... I'm sorry, did you ask something?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yah. How's Igor.. bloodmouse doing.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Because, you know there's a .. .thing this evening?&quot; *points to the leaflet*

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr scoffs. &quot;Some adventuring parties are like that, yes...it is sad those have that trait, they look like they have much potential...&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Much the same as this morning -- a thing?&quot; He kneels down curiously.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If he's fine enough to stand on his feet, well, it'd be a crime to have him sitting here.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;But, well. You certainly feel cheated out of a good fight, no doubt. I would be, too. And in fact, rather am...&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">She shrugs. &quot;..In a sense..&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But really..&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't care anymore.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep. We won.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Whitaker and Osmul are here, and the army's got Montclaire&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It kind of gets on my nerves how everyone just assumes I'm going to be all put off if I don't get to smash a giant thing every day. Dumbasses.&quot;

* Luanne Selaren smiles again. &quot;You're not the first one to suggest such things. I believe... one of the Olidammarans expressed interest in adopting him as a younger brother, as well.&quot;

* Liatai pokes Gamal.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And now it's the time to drown all of that shit in an ale bucket.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr tilts his head, a smug smirk beginning to grow on his face. &quot;Oh, well, I most certainly would not want to assume anything of what you want....though, If I recall...don't you and the Kordites have a 'tournament' scheduled, to test your mettel against each other, to see who is the strongest?&quot; By this time, Serrierr has led Tomiko to a quite deserted street.

* Ansramil Hawkin smiles. &quot;... Do you have any more copies of that? I know a number of people who would be more than happy to attend.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;...As I'm sure you know, I am a being of goodness, but also of chaos...of freedom, and of casting off restrictions....&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anise 's got them by the handfuk&quot;

Gamal-Junayd whispers: I said /me looks around for the drow, does he spot them? any sign of them? If not, he'll ask a few of the templars if they have been seen

* Tomiko Lazarus sighs and strives to actually recall for a moment.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*handful

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;You could also teach about Amaya, if you like.&quot;

You whisper to Railock: I said so -- they're on the roof, and the templars will tell you such.

Gamal-Junayd whispers: I'm sorry I missed that

* Tomiko Lazarus quirks a brow and looks aside at that somewhat insideous remark. &quot;...?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;....And I've never had much use for schedules&quot; Serrierr comes to a stop, turns to Tomiko...then begins to take steps back away from her.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I suppose what I'm actually saying is, I want to do this, and I'd like you to be a part of it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just go downstairs, or get young firehead o'er there to get them for ya.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*points to Arianis*

* Gamal-Junayd climbs up on the roof, waves at them

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">My, but celestials should not have grins that devious.

* Swallowtail thinks a bit. &quot;I suppose... I cannot promise I will be good. But I can try.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey there. you planning on sticking around for the parties? like the one at the tavern?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tomiko Lazarus...now that the external dangers have passed...&quot; The meteor hammer, clutched in one hand with the rope coiled around his arm, slids out of his grip and uncoils.

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

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I would test my mettle against you now.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey!&quot; The drow wave to Gamal. :D &quot;Here's one of the conquering heroes! Everyone all right in your group?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You probably weren't expecting this reaction.

* Kep'salion ruffles his wings and nods in greeting.

* Tomiko Lazarus watches, frowning. &quot;...&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah. though that worms poison was no joke...Was hard to stand for awhile there untill Serrierr took it out of me.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus sighs and rubs the back of her neck, looking down. &quot;I.. dunno.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Speaking of which, the two Macers who went with you are down below, and Roy is kneading his forehead as if balming a headache.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm not exactly in the mood for it right now. Are you sure?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;So there was one down there. Anybody get chomped?&quot;

* VAE poke lia again x3

* Shankfang the Deffrider waits patiently for Vonain and Selaren to finish. {:3

VAE:<font color="#000000">(Miron's lst line over a screen away, so guesses it fair)

Draconic Merchant:<font color="#000000">A dragon man pokes his head out of his wagon, and runs into the temple. &quot;''Hold on! You promised me a worm!''&quot; :O

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( semi here. PIZZA ))

Glitch:<font color="#000000">hup, almost forgot...

* Stephen Arianis harrumphs at being pointed out.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;There were two normal ones...and one feindish one. Rot got chomped, I was struck by a tail, both by the first one..the other two had barely time to tunnel into view before we struck them down.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom pulls himself up out of prayer, looking into the water. He seems a bit more relaxed, but no less tired.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">Oh crappy damnit, what did we name the merchant again? Tim?

Meany:<font color="#333333">Tomiko: &quot;I've got a headache. Maybe tomorow.&quot;

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

Meany:<font color="#333333">Bow chika bow wow.

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

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

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Well, I can try and pitch the idea to him, if you think it appropriate. But I think it would be good for the boy. I spoke to him while we were in prison together, you know...I am certain he'd have a good sense of responsibility if only he had something to care about, something to drive him. He knows what it's like to have a nature you may or may not want, one that isolates you from others...I think he would be a good role model for the child.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Anyhow, the inquisitor knocks on the door.

* Luanne Selaren shakes her head. &quot;.... This is not the time to be discussing it. We are all tired.&quot; {:3

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come in.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Hey! Tim!&quot; Tathi calls from the entry-way.

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

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">The meteor hammer had begun to wind up, but then slowed down and was held idle as Tomiko spoke. Serrierr's wings, which were spreading and ruffling up in excitement, drooped down a bit. &quot;...Oh. Hmm. I would have thought....ah, but it seems I don't know mortals as well as I thought I did. I actually seem to recall you had some excitement at dueling an emissary of Kord, but...this day has taken it's toll on many. My timing is off, it seems.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Time for a drink. *bricked*

Draconic Merchant:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey! Tathi Eyllisaearsithek!&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;....You will not be leaving right away, will you?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, how's the eagle feeling? Wings still up his arse?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... May I interrupt?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus hikes up his still-bloody coat and makes for the door. |3

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, Sszeyl... I think I've got something of yours.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;We need to talk giant purple worms.&quot;

* Edaric displays the journal.

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh, passes. Why? You're back, does it mean..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Excuse me, Swallowtail.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">And the Drow moves over to the next isle.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You can hop over to Yoriver -- Bee and Flower for a drink if you like. :3

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

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">She offers a small smile. &quot;... Sorry. I guess I did say those things, then.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep, Whitaker and Osmul are in a fucking heap, and Montclaire's in royal care.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Today's just kind of.. sucked.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Soon will be dancing to royal music, too.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Of course, the boy would not be the child's primary caregiver...or even much of a caregiver at all...but I do think he could he could be the

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;C'mon.&quot; Tathi says, beckoning to Tim. &quot;We can talk in the Bee and Flower.&quot; She says, and starts heading that way.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; Of course, the boy would not be the child's primary caregiver...or even much of a caregiver at all...but I do think he could he could be the friend the child needs.&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;At least.&quot;

* Edaric hands over the sketchbook.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And now I'm thinking about me, and the city, and... stuff... that's over...&quot; She grows a little distant for a moment.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot; ...I already note he's quite good with pets.&quot;

Draconic Merchant:<font color="#000000">&quot;But my cart is here... Here! Take Citrine.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Oh, thank you.&quot;

Pseudodragon:<font color="#000000">Flit flit flit!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Honestly? You should bring your cart too! It's going to be a huge party. I would suspect the barkeep might need supplies, considering the lock down and all!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;My words. And there's gonna be a bit of a feast in one of the still working halls. And, my offer still stands.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr approaches Tomiko, nodding and re-coiling his meteor hammer around his arm. &quot;If it is time you want, Tomi, then time you will have.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You feeling up for it?&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm....&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Today indeed has been...less than satisfactory, in many ways for many people.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come on, Igor. A stiff drink will only make you better.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">He 'huffs', but in a good-natured way. &quot;I'm just sad I ruined the surprise!&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;I..&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus sighs morosely. &quot;..I don't know what I want to do. If I should stick around, and try being a hero, or.. just leaving. I don't even know were Rae is. I haven't seen him for ages. It feels like I've been here for years.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Though you would love to have a real fight after the other disappointing ones...ah well. Live and adapt!&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And now it's over. 'Go home'.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">*Thought you

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Opening here to have that Ed talk you were talking about, Lia. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">If you're not too distracted. ^^;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Hold that thought Tim. SSZEYL!&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus raises a brow with a curious look at Serrierr. &quot;..Is that normal, or am I weird?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">He's just handing the journal back. &quot;You've got some really interesting stuff in here. Mind if we talk about it later? I'm curious about some of 'em.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Should a soldier be sad that their war is over..?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And how many ,ore times you'll get to drink on your teacher's tab? I haven't seen you for years!&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr looks down and regards Tomiko for a moment.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Just come by whenever.&quot;

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

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

</b> Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fair enough...&quot;

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

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

</b> Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;'Sup?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Hiya. I'm gathering up our local dragon merchant to go talk about the worms. Figured you'd want in on this.&quot;

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

Olidammaran Fencer:<font color="#000000">When Tom arrives at the Bee and Flower, he can see a pile of wooden debris outside, and two women in warm gear standing outside looking him over. One of them waves, and the other nods mock-solemnly.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Think he wants some of the stuff we got from the corpses and the castle?&quot;

Smiling Rogue:<font color="#000000">&quot;You may pass.&quot; =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;See, that's the man I remember speaking. See you down there, then.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I don't he knows how to say no to a deal.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Maybe I just like hanging out with people like Rae and the drow.. and I'm dreading going back to work.&quot; She chuckles quietly.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Do you, Tim?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszeyl fetches his nicked things, the the mound of swords.

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

Draconic Merchant:<font color="#000000">&quot;Depends on the deal, good lady!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom offers a weary smile at the door guards, and raises a hand in greeting. ^^

Raerarael:<font color="#000000">Speaking of Raerarael, you might be able to spot celebratory lightning bolts going off into the sky near the fort.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">..Of note is that he's still filthy with devil bloodstains. But he doesn't seem to mind.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Right then, gather up your cart, let's get to the Bee and Flower and see how drunk Thomas is going to get.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;So, are you going to the tavern for the parties afterward?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He pushes inside.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cudgel bless and bottle sanctify!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">ELF GANG DEPARTS.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*bumps against VBL* oof

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Why are we getting Tom?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Oh right, one of the worms is a half-fiend.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;What? He's already here and- Oh gods. Thomas!&quot; Tathi yells, looking cross.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">poke-reminds DM. I know you're being pulled a lot of ways at once, just making sure you're not forgettng about me. ^^;

Rosanna Baker:<font color="#000000">Tom is immediately greeted by two cheery redheads. &quot;Welcome!&quot; The inside of the two-tiered tavern is warm, bright, and while you can still see some dust in the corners, they've done a remarkably good job cleaning up the place.

Christina Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;C'mon in, rest your boots a spell! Have a seat anywhere -- want your cake now or later?&quot;

Igor Drechsler:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah! May the keg hold his pipe above you!&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">I see two of the NPCs fully statted.

RAM:<font color="#990000"><b>They must be important.

</b> *brick'd*

Miron:<font color="#000000">And off to Lyle the inquisitor goes.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Everybody is going to have to pardon me while I try to catch up with the backdraft/backlog. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cudgel bless, Lyle&quot;

* Luanne Selaren sighs. &quot;... Young lightblood, I understand. But the child was born not an hour ago. There is much time left for planning his future.&quot; {:3 &quot;Thank you for your idea, however.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">two, I see three

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain nods and stands back up again. &quot;That's fine, it was just an idea I wanted to suggest.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;May your stacks always be correctly ordered, brother.&quot; |3 &quot;It's done, then?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Done&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;For most part. There's three things to handle, though.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh.. thank you.&quot; |D He looks around. &quot;Your tavern is lovely.&quot; He jolts a bit at Tathi chastising him from the street.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What do you want to hear first, brother? The good, the bad, or the ugly?&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;May as well get the bad and ugly out of the way first.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;A pleasant scenario never begins with that question.&quot; =3=;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">So is Selaren free now? :.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Lyle is shot twice. Western music plays. &quot;And there's the good news.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;WHY do you still look like you bathe in the blood of your enemies!? You could just ASK me to help clean you up!&quot; She says, and gives a ring-twitch to Thomas. &quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Suppose so.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I swear, your mother must have gone through hell trying to keep you out of the mud.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We've just... been busy...&quot; ^^;;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">Altonor grins in response to Gamal's question. &quot;That's a thought. Frankly, though? I'm just looking forward to one night where I can go to bed unarmored.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I went straight from the fortress, to praying, to here.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Allright. So bad is -- you got any of your books here? Specifically Litanies to the Conqueror. . .I think the full text of it is in second or third volume. There was a curse Whitaker used on the lot of us, my head still hurts from it.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Ah, Modder Selaren? Mind if I question you a little bit?&quot; :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Stanford wants us to have a look at it .. if anything, it might be evidence.&quot;

* Lyle Petersen reaches into his bag and produces it.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Heh...well I was wondering...because I was planning on offering my services to the tavern to cook up some special celebration food...and I remember you liked the omelet&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I completely forgot to Jaegerize that second sentence. XD

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Heh...well I was wondering...because I was planning on offering my services to the tavern to cook up some special celebration food...and I remember you liked the omelet&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;After all, asides from us, the only lot who can use those things are clerics of him.&quot;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anytime, dear,&quot; she asks tiredly.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">*says tiredly.

Gamal-Junayd whispers: I'm basically setting it up so that if he stays and miron takes him, gamal will feel responsible for posisbly delaying him

Miron:<font color="#000000">Hmm, lemme have a look. Religion &#171; &#160;1d20+21 = 13 + 21 = 34&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Arcana &#171;  &#160;1d20+21 = 12 + 21 = 33&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spellcraft &#171;  &#160;1d20+20 = 14 + 20 = 34&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; add book modifiers if any

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Haven't heard about any parties, though. How many are out there tonight?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Vell...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Started with 'purify the weak'&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yep, that's Hextorian.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I do'nt know, but the olidimaran's invited us to the reopening of hteir tavern. &quot; he hands altonor a flyer copy

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Anything else they found about it?

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmmmm.&quot; The drow girl snatches it first. &quot;It'd be a shame to miss out on your cooking.&quot; &gt;:3c

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, here it is. &quot;For the unfit shall be purified, to better serve their masters in the other world.'&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;If Hy em to brink up de idea uf adoptink de child vit my fiance, Hy need to know vat to eckspekt, und vat all will be entailed.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Besides, with the celebrations, do you really want to go off and just sleep? Shouldn'yt you enjoy some of the good will of the people for helping save them all?&quot;

* Luanne Selaren nods. &quot;Tomorrow, when we are all better-rested, I will reccomend some books to you.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Right, c'mon, I'm going inside.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Like I remembered - purifies blood enough it ends up frog wine.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Not chust dat, tough.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Drow don't sleep.&quot; :P

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, there's one thing we can cross off. If Hextor hears out his prayers, well, he's either an archivist or one of his priests.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Kay.&quot; He adjusts his clean clothes. |D;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That said, now for the ugly&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hyu mentioned zummtink about an interview? Und, if hyu decide to entrust us vit de child, ven kan we eckspekt it to heppen?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Fine, whatever you do in bed that's not sleep and is better without your armor.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Montclaire fucked an erinyes, and they cut a kid out of it.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">No, Flynn, there was not something funny in that last glass. A giant green dog DID just walk up, and hop up onto a barstool, and is now staring at you, panting, with the goofiest canine grin.

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;The future is unclear, my child.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">And then Thomas walks up, so the acid must be kicking in-*BRICK'D*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It looks like Asmodeus himself shit it out, and then sent it up through all the nine layers.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... Oh wonderful. A cambion.&quot; =w=;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep. My words.&quot;

Flynn Baker:<font color="#000000">Luckily, we're prepared. Nils!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hy understand dat, Hy chust vould like to know vat to eckspekt.&quot;

* Nils scurries up and places a dog treat before Tavia. |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well. The priestess here wants to raise it.I think it should be given the mercy of swift death. Stanford is half my side.. well, I convinced him to let you have a look at it and judge it like an expert.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;This shit isn't what I normally deal with.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Quick question to Tathi. &quot;I thought we were going to look at the worm corpses.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But everyone else, even Tom, the sensible demonslayer Tom are somehow going arse over head over us doing the sane, sensible thing.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Uf kourse, if hyu are tired und vould like to diskuss dis tomorrow ven ve are all rested, dat is fine.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;What? No, silly, we're going to discuss business, as in how to properly sell those carcases.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have a look at it, Lyle, and tell them how it works.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nobody listens to me.. they might to you.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Then you probably should not have left Tim outside.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;If he's not in here in two seconds I'm going to start rubbing two platinum pieces together.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hello.&quot; ^^; He ruffles Tavia's head.

Flynn Baker:<font color="#000000">The bartender flips a wine bottle over, turning to the ex-templar with a grin. &quot;Now here's a man who knows what he wants! What's your pleasure, Mr. Lazarus?&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">Hiiiiiiii~

Flynn Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Got the fliers, then?&quot; :3

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

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

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">OOO DOGGY TREAT and canine vacuum cleaner activate.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:12 lagcheck?

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sitting back to back with half-elves as a drow.

VAE:<font color="#000000">12

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( :12 ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:12 at :12

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

* VAE pokes lia.

* Shankfang the Deffrider waits for Selaren's response...

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmmmm. I'll talk it over with them.&quot;

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

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

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;Later would be good. I'm so sorry, dear, but this has been a very, very long day.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good man&quot; *taps his shoulder* &quot;Now for the good. There's drinking on around here tonight, and I guess it's the time to settle the deal we made.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*shows him the leaflet*

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Right, so, two purple worm corpses, good ones, and then one we're pretty sure is fiendish. Not sure if we can get the same value on that one. Maybe to the right market?'

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;So, gonna stop by the tavern? You can hear the whole story of how it went and all as well, and fun little details like shankfang saying he'd make a good adoptive father for the Cambion baby&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">.... pfft. Oh wow.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;You can always sell it at Resca.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Someone there will want it.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm rolling up a tavern menu and the first thing it gives me is &quot;Purple Worm Cakes (5 GP).&quot; XD

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">WHY THAT CHEEKY FUCK

VAE:<font color="#000000">Worm pies!

VAE:<font color="#000000">like pork pies, but worm

VAE:<font color="#000000">I bet purple worm is all jelly-like too

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was thinking like crab cakes. :P

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Uf kourse, Modder. It iz no problem. Umm, also, is dere hennyvun here who kould set me up to talk vit my fiance later? Hy hef not spoken vit her in a vile, und Hy vould like to diskuss de possibility uf adoptink de child vit her, vunce Hy hef all uf de fakts.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Crab cakes are delicious.

VAE:<font color="#000000">well

VAE:<font color="#000000">I know pork pies better than crab cakes

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe later, once it gets darker outside.&quot; :3

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I'm sorry, dear... I just don't know.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;So If I go on ahead and prepare some dishes...any requests from either of you?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anything but purple mushrooms.&quot; &gt;:P

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay, gotta set water for moar tea

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

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm sure I can manage that.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Sszey drums his fingers on the table.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Shall I go get some drink?&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The DM needs to look up the prices she quoted for purple worms.

* VAE pokes Lia

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hmm. Vell, Hy guess Hy vill hef to look into dat myself. Tenk hyu, Modder Selaren, for hyu time. Now, Hy tink Hy need a bath.&quot; x3

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">I need to sort Lyle out, then it's Gradia, and then finally pub x3

RAM:<font color="#990000">Cat?

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;WEll then, I'll expect you there. and I'l be preparing something special so don't let it go to waste.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ohhh... I dunno. Do you have any wine? I'm surprised you have taps, given the circumstances..&quot; {:3

* Gamal-Junayd then...walks off the side of the building. jump to negate 10 feet, he can negate 20 via tumble now, doubt it's 40 or more feet as it's just two stories tall

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">and on to the tavern!

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Sure, go ahead. &quot;

Draconic Merchant:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, unfortunately. Much to my chagrin, friends...&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;I think Tim has gone- oh here we are.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Well, what would everyone like?&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd nods to ed and those outside the tavern once he gets there

Draconic Merchant:<font color="#000000">&quot;A single purple worm could easily give twelve thousand gold pieces' worth of meat, chitin, and poison. I have enough for one, but two? Not to mention three? A bit out of my price range.&quot; =3=;

* VAE pokes again x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">asdlandlkansd Lemme get the tavern folks going &gt;: Glitch:<font color="#000000">Uuugh. Folks, I need to take a break for a little bit.

VAE:<font color="#000000">haha fine

* Shankfang the Deffrider goes off to bathe...wherever that would be here.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Personal reasons, don't wait up, carry on.

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well, here's my idea concerning that: What if we set up a payment plan you can pay out while selling off the bits and pieces of the worms?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">I'm just trying to get things in a way that Miron can join them

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I'll be back in ten minute to half an hour or so.

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

* Gamal-Junayd comes up to the bar

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Mind if I set up shop in yout kitchen?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;We sell the worms as a group, share the profits, and use it to set up a trade business.&quot;

Flynn Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;White, red, rose, fruit? We might even have a bottle of champagne somewhere if you'll let us search a while. Cake while you wait? We've got pound cake and our specialty rum cake -- and not to mention the complementary chips.&quot; :3

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well, that's a bit after selling the worms. And, sorry, but I'll be using my share to help Eytherinu.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I have a knack for buying land, Tathi has a title to help smooth things over, Aelian can kill people we don't like, and Tim can use his connections to buy and sell goods.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus smiles. &quot;Cake and red wine..&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Wait what.&quot; =3=

* Thomas Lazarus laughs. &quot;It feels like a birthday party.&quot; |D

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;You heard me.&quot; =3=

* Lyle Petersen leans his lanky frame over to read. &quot;Hmmm~ why so it would seem.&quot; |3 &quot;Give me some time to freshen up, and I'll come.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fair enough. Cudgel bless and bottle sanctify!&quot;

Flynn Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;In a way, it is!&quot; He gestures grandly. &quot;The re-birthday of the Bee and Flower, not to mention the town!&quot; :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">With a grin, the inquisitor walks off

Nils:<font color="#000000">The rat looks up at the sudden Moscran. Squeak?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cudgel bless you too, soldier. It's all over.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">(by the door)

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go downstairs, there's a feast coming up in a tavern 'round these parts.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd nods to the rat, but tries to get flynn's attention

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Mind if I use the kitchen? I feel like cooking something up special in celebration. I'll pay for all supplies I use.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">And back underground he is.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Seen the Senior Analyst, Marty?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;So, here we are.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's kind of.. rude.. a little. Let them make you something.&quot; |D;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">SUDDENLY!

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Freshly-clean Half-Orc!

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;The only merchant in town with the coin to give us for our corpses, and two of them would rot if we sold them at full price.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Haloo!&quot; :D

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;That sounds like motivation to mark down the price.&quot;

Flynn Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;And for you, sir --&quot; He laughs. &quot;Don't trust us to handle the cooking for you one night? You've already done more than enough these past few days!&quot;

* Shankfang the Deffrider sits at the bar, gives Tavia scritchinz, before waving to get the bartender's attention.

Draconic Merchant:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmmm. Normally in this situation, I would default to Payment Plan D, but I doubt this town would be amenable to it.&quot; |3

Tavia:<font color="#9900FF">YAAAAAY MY FAVORITE HALF ORC LICKLICKLICK

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;What in the world is payment plan D?&quot;

Draconic Merchant:<font color="#000000">&quot;Call a local dragon and take a commission fee.&quot; |D

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">XD

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Haloo, Tavia.&quot; Pet pet pet.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;It's not because I don't trust you It's just...I do'nt drink, I've had enough fighting for the day today, and everyone worth challenging for fun will probably be drunk soon and thus not a challenge worth challenging and wellll...I like cooking. Kind of helps me relax. I don't cook cause I'm good at it, I cook because I enjoy it, and gives me somethign to do in life that I will have no problem enjoying even after I'm old enough I wont be able to keep up on the battlefield or dance floor.&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Besides, I asked altonor and masabel to come, and said I'd cook up somethign special if they did. They should get a chance to relax just as much as we do.&quot;

Draconic Merchant:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's talk straight a moment; you're best off writing off that fiendish one. The only people interested in it will be esoteric armorers and people who might want teeth. The flesh'll just go to waste.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Well... I actually like this idea. The dragon could certainately afford it, and definitely distribute it fast enough to keep it from rotting.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Yeah, thought so.&quot;

Flynn Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;What kind of cake would you like, Mr. Lazarus -- hello there, good Mazian! What's your pleasure?&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Cell, vat do hyu hef?&quot; {:3

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">*Vell

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

* Nils scurries about setting out bowls of potato chips.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;The bronze dragon archmage.&quot;

* Shankfang the Deffrider munches on chips. :9

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Rum cake..? I've never tried it.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Does it actually have enough in it to taste the rum?&quot; |3c

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I need to see him anyway. Get this thing repaired.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Now that the seige is over, we can pitch the idea to him.&quot;

* VAE poke

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Has anyone ever had rum cake to answer Tom's question? ^^;

* Dr. Hatari has had rum cake. The answer is generally 'no'.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Which one is rum cake

RAM:<font color="#990000">What Doktor said.

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay, that looks nothing like i ever ate

RAM:<font color="#990000">It doesn't usually taste like Rum, unless you use a lot of it.

RAM:<font color="#990000">But it is quite delicious anyway.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I may be way off base, but here goes.

Flynn Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;No sir, not usually. More like caramel.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I'll have rum cake but without the cake *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Just curious. That still sounds good.&quot; He smiles.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Hmm, dat does. Hy tink Hy vill hef a slice, as vell. Und...hmm, hyu hef henny vegetarian fare?&quot;

* VAE poke again. Miron was asking Marty where did Gradia disappear to.

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

* Dr. Hatari bricked.

VAE:<font color="#000000">did he?

VAE:<font color="#000000">AHHHAHA

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Now you get it. :B

* VAE rofls

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yes I do

VAE:<font color="#000000">A bit late, but yes

VAE:<font color="#000000">To my defense, I'm still exam mindfucked

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">... Then again hell maybe he actually did, I dunno.

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

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

Flynn Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Coming right up! First slice of cake and first round of drinks are on the house.&quot; To Gamal -- &quot;Hmm, I'll warn you, the kitchen's a disaster area. I'll have to charge you a rental fee in addition to the cost of ingredients.&quot; To Shankfang -- &quot;Rum cake, coming up! Any drinks to go with it -- and hmmmmm.&quot; He finishes pouring Tom's wine glass with a flourish and sets it down in front of the cleric. &quot;How vegetarian are we talking? Are you the sort that won't eat eggs, or milk, or fish, or honey?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">bast owch

VAE:<font color="#000000">there's a boil behind one of my ears

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

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

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

* Marty points west.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thanks. Oh, you too, have a leaflet.&quot; *gives him one*

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Inquisitor Steelsprocket!&quot; Gradia hikes up her skirts and heads toward Miron at a clipping pace.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Chust no meat, to inklude fish. Egg, milk, honey, doze are all goot.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;What news from the front?&quot;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Yoriver - Bee and Flower'* Gamal-Junayd drops 3 platinum down to flynn &quot;I hope this will work as a deposit then&quot; before vaulting the bar and heading into the kitchen.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">FREEZE. VEGAN POLICE.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Und Hy vill hef...Hmm, vatever vine hyu recommend to go vit de cake.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;S.senior analyst. I .. Inquisitor Steelsprocket reporting. The front.. isn't anymore.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">I never claimed to be Vegan. =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We have won.Whitaker and Osmul are in our custody while Montclaire in that of the Steel Shepherds.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#333333">(( Submitted some dialogue Tathi could maybe respond to? (:3 Lia is kinda all over the place busy. ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The spell has been broken and we eliminated roughly thirty devils whose minds were possessing unknown citizens.&quot;

Flynn Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;Normally I recommend the rum!&quot; He chuckles, catching a bottle that Gamal knocked around on its shelf. &quot;Perhaps a sweet dessert wine instead. We do have some Reese Raspberry.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd starts cooking whatever is needed, doing his best to produce some good food for everyone. (Profession(Cook) Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 16 + 14 = 30&#160;  &#187;)

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We have also taken out two of the worms, and third one, cross-bred with a devil.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Dat sounds goot.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;He'd be a good start, sure!'

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

</i> Gamal-Junayd whispers: got something typed up special for when the raiders get here

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It... is time.

</i> Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">for tom to get drunk?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Last but not least, we have brought back an offspring of Richard , Count Montclaire, and an erinyes.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus casts Divine Inspiration on Gamal.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">To party?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Give yourself +15 cooking.

* Thomas Lazarus bricked.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">for how long?

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">so...that 30 was a 45 in cooking?

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is just as much of an abomination as it sounds.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">aw damn. would of been awesome to save it for when altonor came in

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Wait no.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d4 = 4&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; rounds apparently.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;Do you have alternative suggestions, Tim?&quot;

Ennis Baker:<font color="#000000">&quot;No reselling!&quot; the family matriarch calls into the back kitchen... which is a true disaster area. The front of the tavern is immaculate... The back has seen better days. You can see broken shelves, a few broken chairs, a counter knocked akimbo. They focused on getting it ready for guests, not chefs.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And as for the count. . .it appears he was not possessed, unless we have killed the devil possessing him in the altar room.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">heh. so 4 rounds of cooking where my lowest roll can be a...30. IF I roll a 1

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+29 = 15 + 29 = 44&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+29 = 16 + 29 = 45&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+29 = 16 + 29 = 45&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; cooking for other three rounds

Tathi: <font color="#9900ff">(( augh, running on fumes here.. stupid readjusted sleep schedule. =3= ))

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Six seconds of cooking is kind of preposterous, but lets roll with it for lulz.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Other than that. .. the priestess of this temple is healthy and alive, and so are the templars, at least one of them.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good news, indeed...&quot; Though she seems confused by one thing.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That said. . . &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot; I wonder if there might be more worms.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Richard, Count Montclaire, and an erinyes? Who is Richard, and how does that child have two fathers?&quot; &gt;:\

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where there's three, there can be four, and the like.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">more like super shef. 3 45's and a 44. that's some really good cooking he does for the bee and flower. good thing their regular patrons aren't here or they might wonder what happens when the food comes out 5 star chef level

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It. . . ah. His name. Richard Montclaire.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It has one father, and one mother, if you can call it a mother.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh.&quot; &gt;.&gt;;;;; &quot;I.... I knew that. Continue.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was dead when we approached.. they.. ripped the cambion out of her somehow. I have never seen such a mess before, took me a while to figure. &quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;The births of fiendish children are often bloody and difficult.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">I still have her sword.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">It's the one covered in more blood than usual.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">|D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It appears to be the case.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No wonder .. . the cursed thing has scales and wings like not even the erinyes do.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">And back. Feeling better now, getting back into things.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Hatari, you still good to continue this?

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">(picking up right off from the last line)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ayup. I'm here.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;When would you like to go to Keri's lair?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Regardless, it is over. Law has returned to Yoriver...And so did..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&quot;I have no engagements.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Mind taking it somewhere less public, Senior Analyst?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 16 + 20 = 36&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; and &#171;  &#160;1d20+17 = 12 + 17 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; -- a lute and fiddle duet begins onstage.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">even ed rolls decently

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oop. those guys aren't there. :B

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

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">If my new character was here, you'd have a dancer/singer too.

Meany:<font color="#333333">We calling it soon? Because Ghost isn't here enough to rp with, and I'm running out of ideas. :c

* Thomas Lazarus eats and drinks, relaxing and smiling. It's perhaps a bit passionless, though. Perhaps he needs to sleep.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">I'd like to do something when the raiders gett o the tavern

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Soon, aye. I'm getting tired myself. We can pick up the party at the beginning of next session. :3

RAM:<font color="#990000">Hmm...

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, I suppose it is a little weird...&quot; Serrierr starts to say, when--wwwwwwhp-CRASH! His meteor hammer suddenly swings out in an overhead arc, smashing the cobbletstone in front of Tomiko's feet! Serrierr leaps back, as his auras and divine powers beging to form around him (all applicable buffs active)). &quot;...that someone of your unimpeachable strength would allow herself to be brought low by such small doubts! Yes, the war is over--but there will always be other wars for soldiers such as we! There will be time for considering futures Tomorrow, but Today is a gift, Tomi! For we are alive, and we are victorious! Today is the day to celebrate!&quot; Serrierr practically roars. His meteor hammer is fully orbiting and swinging around him, the rope seeming to have vanished and the &quot;meteor&quot; glowing--having turned into a streaking comet. What's more, there's a new aura around Serrierr; a riot of chaotic colors that seem almost vertigo-inducing just to look at. &quot;Fight me,, Tomiko Lazarus! Prove your strength to us both, that you are still alive! Do not hold back on me, for I will not hold back on you...&quot; (for the purposes of sparring, we can abstract and calculate all damage as &quot;normal&quot; lethal damage, but whatever blow would &quot;kill&quot; the other, is instead pulled and hurts enough to call a yield. Or go unconcious.)

Miron:<font color="#000000"> Regardless, I have seen the target arrive, on the roof. If I'm to believe the spy, which I am inclined to, he will stay for a day, at most two.

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot; Have you informed the Shepherds, Senior Analyst?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#333333">Oh dear.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Oh dear dear dear.

RAM:<font color="#990000">I wonder if it would be possible for mine and Rail's new characters to show up at the party next session. :.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot; I have sent to the commander of the Steel Shepherds. He will meet with me around sunfall to discuss the operation. &quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">This would be fun roleplaying for mine. {:3

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Cudgel be thanked.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Up to you guys, we'll talk during the week. :3

RAM:<font color="#990000">Kay~

Glitch:<font color="#000000">please don't kill the server yet. &gt;.&gt;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Don't worry, the game isn't over yet.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Just winding down.

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;How shall we coordinate? Because if I may.. there's also a celebration happening in one of the taverns and I ..&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">And if you're not done by then, well, you can just ping me when you are.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">The two drow show up as the sky starts to get darker.

RAM:<font color="#990000">I can leave the server up for you. :P

Gamal-Junayd whispers: what I planned on posting when altonor came in is in my char notes just so I don't lose it before next week

Gamal-Junayd whispers: or I see they arrive

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">When the drow arrive, Gamal brings out a plate covered in a variety of cold cuts, cheese, breads and such, cut into various shapes. In the center, it somewhat resembles a pair of hands, one very dark, one very light, of hands clasped in a handshake over a building that resembles the pelorite temple. around the edges are little figures, cut to vaguly resemble the guardians (minus miron), olidmarans, kordites, pelorites, leaden mace (sides the braxton grouping), and the raiders gamal has met, in a circle holding hands, as if protecting the temple in the middle.

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;I well, would intend to attend if at all possible. .&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus looks very surprised. She leans away and raises her left arm into a fighting stance. &quot;... Hmm ...&quot; She knits her brow and smirks faintly. &quot;... I'll take that as ... 'yes, you really want to'.&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">...Is it just me, or does Masabel's token art look kinda evil?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Of cours

VAE:<font color="#000000">It's from Drowtales

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If you insist, I have no place denying you the fight. It would be blasphemy.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">all of them look evil 'coz they are

VAE:<font color="#000000">different flavours of evil

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Just give me a moment.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Attend, then. I will send to you when plans have been made.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">which is partly why I like the setting

* Gamal-Junayd makes sure to take it out, and let them get the first dibs on whatever parts they'd like

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Hope you enjoy the party

RAM:<font color="#990000">...I love how Gamal left out Miron and the rest of the Braxton Macers. x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Well, her token character was an unnamed villain-of-the-week mercenary. :B

Altonor:<font color="#000000">O_o

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;That it would.&quot; Serrierr says, with a lowered forehead-stare towards Tomiko while his arms move about, and the glowing comet speeds around him.

* Shankfang the Deffrider looks over the food.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you Senior Analyst... I suppose if you could attend too..&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">it's little details that really make it stand out

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">...Pauses...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">...Looks closer...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">And guffaws! XD

VAE:<font color="#000000">ahaha yes

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Subtle, Gamal! Veeeery subtle!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">That's nomworthy,

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">innocently &quot;About what?&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;I should not. I must wait for the Shepherds' arrival. Go and make merry, inquisitor; you have earned it.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">&quot;Nein, nein. Hy vant to see if dey notice!&quot; |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you, Senior Analyst. Thank you. Permission to leave.&quot;

* Masabel is laughing at her father's slightly dumbfounded expression.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Permission granted. ..... And inquisitor?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#333333">Noms: Miron for Arrest plots, pro-kill, and Igor. Shank for babytalk. Gamal for cook-joker, wtf hero. Tom for pro-restraint, rum rum rum.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Senior Analyst?&quot;

* Gradia Thorngage offers a small salute. &quot;Well done.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you, Senior Analyst. I .. do my best to serve.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;... How do you have the patience to do this?&quot; |D;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cudgel bless.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;I enjoy it. It calms me and reminds me there is more to life than battle.&quot;

* Shankfang the Deffrider waits for Miron to show up. Ooooh, this is gonna be good. |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">And the inquisitor walks off, beaming with pride and happines

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">it'll probably be eaten into well before he does

Miron:<font color="#000000">One last duty to sort out...

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... Is that pumpernickel?&quot; :. &quot;.... Is it really for eating?&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just say thanks and dig in.&quot; XP &quot;Thanks!&quot; She grabs a Kordite and digs in. :9

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course it's for eating. Just because it looks nice, doesn't mean you can't eat any. No matter how nice it is...Everything I cook is for culinary enjoyment over visual.&quot;

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Hmm, good point.

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Oh well.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Before he leaves he approaches Lieutenant Stanford. &quot;Lieutenant... I report we have looked into the prayer. It indeed turns blood to water... Litanies of the Conqueror, volume III .. it's Hextoran rite.&quot;

* Shankfang the Deffrider helps himself to some cheese and bread to go with his...

Shankfang the Deffrider:<font color="#990000">Hey, where's the cake and wine and veggie fare I ordered? D: * Gamal-Junayd walks around the room, offering it to everyone, even the people on stage and behind the bar

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">She clenches her fists, bows her head, and drops her guard. There's a long pause where she's just doing nothing at all, breathing steadily and concentrating. And the concentration works up to a tremble. Her muscles tense and quake. Her hair raises a little in the air, as though hackles were flaring up. The alley begins to take on red light..

* Roy Stanford looks up, releasing his forehead. He nods. &quot;Any mention of the recovery time?&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus throws her arms aside and DETONATES with a fiery explosion that leaves a small crater in the road. Pebbles and stones clatter to the earth around her, and she is now ensconced in billowing scarlet fires.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;No crying if you lose..&quot; She knits her brows in a cocky glowing glare, and smirks.

Flynn Baker:<font color="#000000">Cake, wine, and veggie stew, coming up! It'll be 3 CP for the stew, though.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;No specific mentions.. I expect a couple of days like with most such spells&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr is only smiling wider. &quot;Finally, -now- I see that power I knew was in there...&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Super Saiyin Tomi! \o/

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bring me down, if you can!&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I'm just... sayin'.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It certainly isn't permanent.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good. Write down that citation. It'll come in handy when it comes time to prove our case.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;As ordered, Lieutenant&quot;

* RAM puts $50 on Tomi.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Given the hour and the player inclination to actually roll a battle, we could perhaps leave the fate of this battle to fade into narrative twilight.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">(she probably -will- win, because warblade shenannigans. :B )

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Oh, well.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Ah, I love Warblades.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Damn straight niggs. *bricked*

Meany:<font color="#333333">This is what you get for being a Kordite.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">If we pick it up next time, or during a minisession, that's cool.

* RAM just got Stone Power and Iron Heart Surge on Espada most recent level.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">bah. I intend to challenge tomi next time if given a chance. and I'd like to see if he can cut it after all

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Permission to leave, Lieutenant.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd whispers: please let us level :P just so I can challenge tomi next time on equal level footing

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">cuz I did actually want to play out the battle. :B

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Just to see how it would go. :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">...Question, Doktor.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Granted. Get some rest, inquisitor, you've earned it.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">heh. run all the tournament battles sometime as a mini

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you, Lieutenant&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">just go get em out of the way

RAM:<font color="#990000">Can you use Stone Power on a maneuver, like Mountain Hammer?

RAM:<font color="#990000">Or is that only regular attacks?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It actually has a specific set of circumstances under which you may use it.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Ah.

GM:<font color="#000000">Anyone mind if we wrap up and finish the party next time? :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It lists them in the feat.

* RAM will have to look it over again.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">And he approaches Anise. &quot;That's it, all sorted out. Come and let's go, that wall will keep standing without your back!&quot;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Sure.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">No problem! Finish party next time!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's go!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">and yes

VAE:<font color="#000000">A-OK with wrap-up

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">I got the one thing I wanted done this time done

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I think stone dragon strikes and full attacks and standard attacks.. or something.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mmkay, I'm going to scroll up and grab earlier noms. Nom away! :D

VAE:<font color="#000000">Gamal

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">miron for dedication to duty

VAE:<font color="#000000">For Passive-Aggressive Cake

RAM:<font color="#990000">Yep, that's it.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">actually, he left the braxtons off cause you didn't come here to help. everyone else...did.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Attacks and Stone Dragon Maneuvers.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl for that huge meditation thing. I could tell quite a bit of work went into that.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">you all had to be convinced

Miron:<font color="#000000">We did

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">help the other side maybe

Miron:<font color="#000000">Gradia scryed on the worms, I took down Whitaker. ..

Miron:<font color="#000000">And one of the worms

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">you helped once here. but you didn't come to yo river to help. you came to arrest altonor

Miron:<font color="#000000">Does it matter?

RAM:<font color="#990000">Seconding Gamal.

RAM:<font color="#990000">Yes, it matters.

Miron:<font color="#000000">We came to do our duty.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">to gamal, it does.

Miron:<font color="#000000">We got .. .derailed by the whole mess.

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

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">so yeah more noms

VAE:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl for Sszeylthoughts

VAE:<font color="#000000">ANd for Squee. little devil!

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">was just explaining his reasoning, no need to get into arguments about it

VAE:<font color="#000000">serioudly

Meany:<font color="#333333">Actually, not really. =3=; I sat down, thought about the subject matter, and wrote for about three minutes straight.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Then compensated for horrible spelling and grammar.

VAE:<font color="#000000">the most emotion he shows in ages, and it's over a cambion

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">shankfang for biggest idea everyone wants to quash. wanting to adopt a cambion as 1st child

VAE:<font color="#000000">it's hillariously appropriate

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yeah

VAE:<font color="#000000">Shank for insane family

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">tom for it's over. time to drink

VAE:<font color="#000000">Templar and Swallowtail for &quot;Those wacky PCs&quot;

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">or at least eat rum cake

VAE:<font color="#000000">that said. No matter what gamal does, Miron is feeling on top of the world now

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Shank - I WANNA ADOPT.. okay I'll be more mature.

VAE:<font color="#000000">He got praised by his CO, and it happens to be Gradia, too

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">Sszeyl - Business partner

* Meany hog-ties Ghostwish.

VAE:<font color="#000000">It hardly goes better as far as he's concerned

Meany:<font color="#333333">Me you and Lia need to mini-session sometime this week.

Meany:<font color="#333333">Capiche?

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

Meany:<font color="#333333">For worms.

Meany:<font color="#333333">And dragons.

VAE:<font color="#000000">actually yeah

Meany:<font color="#333333">And Avon.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tathi does deserve a nom for moment of random insightful advice.

Meany:<font color="#333333">But mostly worms.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl and Tathi for dragon business

VAE:<font color="#000000">We're here to make a killing

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">yeah tathi for shank...act more mature before you claim responsibility

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">but yeah

VAE:<font color="#000000">Passive-aggressive cake takes the cake tonight

GM:<font color="#000000">Any more?

Glitch:<font color="#000000">....I'll have to go back and read that, I missed it...

VAE:<font color="#000000">stanford

GM:<font color="#000000">Also Tom, you're level 12, right?

VAE:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cuthbert punishes with flour&quot;

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Who is not yet level 12, and what level are you?

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">11

Meany:<font color="#333333">11.

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">it's not even really a cake...heh

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">11

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">11

GM:<font color="#000000">Okay, everyone?

GM:<font color="#000000">Level up to level 12. :3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Oh, uh.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">I levelled up from booze

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Before noms/battle EXP, Vonain and Gnogglebolt are both still 10. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">If you're Level 12, gain a bonus 400 XP. :3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">as of right this moment. :B

RAM:<font color="#990000">\o/

VAE:<font color="#000000">what's level 12?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay then. Level up to 11 this nightfall, and level 12 the next day.

VAE:<font color="#000000">as in how much XP

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Righto.

Swallowtail:<font color="#FF0000">AHHREM?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No idea. =3=

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">66000

GM:<font color="#000000">And Swallowtail and Ed will get to level 10. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d6+4 = 2 + 4 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

GM:<font color="#000000">As will Aelian.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Wait, 12

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...Hmm. Lia, should I put Gnogglebolt 3,000 EXP past level 12?\, given how we set Vonain's EXP originally?

Swallowtail:<font color="#FF0000">Sweet, sweet etherealness. \o/

VAE:<font color="#000000">means feat and stat bonus, huh?

GM:<font color="#000000">And from here on out. We shall keep XP in places not on our tokens, yes? :P

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Stat boost!

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Feat!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Stat boost and feat! \o/

VAE:<font color="#000000">I said

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The magic level~

VAE:<font color="#000000">I 'll keep once Burmy comes in

Glitch:<font color="#000000">lia? :U

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

* Glitch points up

RAM:<font color="#990000">&#171; &#160;1d8 = 4&#160; <font color="#990000">&#187;

RAM:<font color="#990000">Ouch, only 2 HPz.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">None of my stat adjustments change with this boost.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">So it goes in con.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mehhhhh doesn't matter. =3= Set both at exactly level 12.

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">&#171; &#160;1d8 = 7&#160; <font color="#333333">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#333333">Woo~

Glitch:<font color="#000000">oh alright. &gt;.&gt; Will go with sync'd EXP in that case.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hmm

VAE:<font color="#000000">I wonder what to get Miron

VAE:<font color="#000000">Greater Spell Penetration ,to go with Pen already?

GM:<font color="#000000">After going up to level 12... Add your noms!

GM:<font color="#000000">Thomas - 100 XP - No. We're likely the only ones who can take on Montclaire -- not letting him get away! 100 XP - Don't kill the cambion! Shankfang - 100 XP - BANG! 100 XP - I can has fiendbaby? Sszeyl - 100 XP - War and peace. 100 XP - ... That devilbaby is adorable. 100 XP - Business business business. Miron - 100 XP - Arrest plots. 100 XP - Kill the cambion! 100 XP - Igor talks. 100 XP - Dedication to Duty. Tathi - 100 XP - Suddenly, insightful advice! Gamal - 100 XP - Joker cook. 200 XP - Passive-aggressive cold cuts. Swallowtail - 100 XP - Oh those wacky PCs. Roy - 100 XP - Saint's Revenge.

VAE:<font color="#000000">heh, 400

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It feels kind of silly now since Montclaire was a super pushover... but still. It was a prudent caution. =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">And the dedication paid off

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">If he was a greater fiend he could have blasphemy killed the whole army. *bricked*

Glitch:<font color="#000000">He was the Traditional Big Bad.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">The power in the throne, has Dragons to do his fighting, but himself can't fight worth shit. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">As a side note, he was a level 8 warlock. He'd just been wounded by crossbow bolts beforehand.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hmm

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Okay, he can fight worth a -couple- shits...but not many. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Got to pick spells sometimes next week

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So he wasn't a total pushover... except... against... Guardiantsunami and the army. =3=

RAM:<font color="#990000">66200 XPz.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">moment

VAE:<font color="#000000">meh

VAE:<font color="#000000">go on and save

Gamal-Junayd :<font color="#000000">good night all. I'm crashing, to be up for GV tomorrow

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">point can be dealt with tomorrow

VAE:<font color="#000000">66400

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

</i> VAE:<font color="#000000">well, next week

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

</i> Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hmm. Session title? :3

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Boss Was Lame&quot; ;D

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I loot the baby.&quot;

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...Oh yeah.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">That's much better. xD

Ghostwish:<font color="#9900FF">&quot;Every possible objective. EXCEPT THE MAIN ONE. Seal what seal.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Nothing better than that. G'night everyone! :U

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hatari wins

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Seeya next week! :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">see ya

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

</i> Liatai:<font color="#000000">Lemme know if anybody wants a mini. :3

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Serrver may go down at your leisure, Ram. :3

RAM:<font color="#990000">Kay~

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

</i> <i>You have disconnected.

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