Session 116

Ghostwish has connected.

VAE has connected.

Meany has connected.

Meany:So.

Meany:Who wants to mini?

Ghostwish:Only if it involves Tasher.

Liatai:Lemme trollhunt, and then we can kick off the mini anytime. :3

* VAE wanyrd to handle some stuff, but it's likely gonna be brief

Ghostwish:Give it up, Liatai. You'll never find it. Not until the very end. &gt;:3

VAE:Also, apparently, mapping objects have these awesome multicolour beds with spider sheets under beds -&gt; drow

Liatai:... All right, I give. What'd you do this time, Ghost? =3=;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">&gt;;3

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

</i><font color="#0000ff">FartingButtfaceMcGee is disconnected.

</i>Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">VAE! I didn't know you were bringing family!

* Ghostwish ducks.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Hmmm.. this may have backfired.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Try saving the campaign, Liasilly. :3

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">No name popped up? Damn. Dud.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Stupid java. Ruining my trolling creativity. :E

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah, it just goes to default when someone else loads the file. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What'd you do? :P

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;YesGhostRenamedTheFileUMad&quot;

Meany:<font color="#000000">Let us start this mini.

* VAE mrow

Meany:<font color="#000000">With the reading.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Of the drunk poem.

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

</i>Meany:<font color="#000000">Starkle, starkle, little twink, Who the hell are you I think. I'm not under what you call The alcofluence of incohol. I'm just a little slort of sheep, I'm not drunk like thinkle peep. I don't know who is me yet, But the drunker I stand here the longer I get. So just give me one more fink to drill my cup, 'Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.

VAE:<font color="#000000">that's awwesome

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay, lemme look at last week's log, and then i'll be good

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

</i>Meany:<font color="#000000">Hi.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And that's it.

* VAE mrow at Hatari

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay, VAE, whenever you're ready. :3

* VAE pokes Lia.

* VAE is. So..

Meany:<font color="#000000">Hmmm.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Use yer scene-setting powers, lia? :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Where are tech and RAM?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Lemme find my Mink.

VAE:<font color="#000000">As an aside. VAE has Hellfire playing. It does work as a theme for Miron.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hanging out with each other. They're probably going to be late, if they show up at all. {:3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Doesn't it not work unless you're insanely in murder-love with your enemies?

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

</i>VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh Bast no XD

VAE:<font color="#000000">There was this joke already. With the Owl City - I'm Coming for You song

VAE:<font color="#000000">oh Bast

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Let the Cal'tel/Miron shipping recommence.

</i><font color="#000000"> *SUPER-BRICK'D*

Miron:<font color="#000000">I refuse this blatant defamation of my character.

Miron:<font color="#000000">I'm not one of these perverse, sodomite drow.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So anyways where are they

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Not here.

GM:<font color="#000000">Hanging out IRL at Tech's house as far as I know. I honestly don't expect them to show up; they've got a lot of catching up to do.

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

GM:<font color="#000000">The Guardians and allies closed a portal to Hell!

GM:<font color="#000000">With a cabinet door! And explosions. Good times all around!

VAE:<font color="#000000">As Saph has said,, we're the =I= as portrayed by Looney Tunes

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">fuck you VAE

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">The second you said looney tunes I heard the startup music.

VAE:<font color="#000000">40k Inquisition symbol

VAE:<font color="#000000">A capital I crossed by three lines

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jTHNBKjMBU

VAE:<font color="#000000">the above approximates it, even better with square brackets

VAE:<font color="#000000">well, above. See IRC

GM:<font color="#000000">Everyone's returned back to the Pelorite temple, where they've found that the opposition has decreased dramatically. There's an air of renewed hope about the place... but the Guardians overheard some very cryptic words from their Helvirahel antagonists. What kind of deal were they cutting with the devils? &quot;The seal must mature before reclamation?&quot; A bound celestial for hundreds of willing hosts?

Kor:<font color="#9933FF">Kor gives absolutely zero fucks. This motherhumper nearly died, and is now making his rounds, eating half of every ration he can get his glistening teeth into. HIDE YO CHEESE HIDE YO BREAD.

GM:<font color="#000000">Miron has some words to speak with Lyle, so let's get that out of the way while everyone settles in. Masabel and Serrierr have gone off to talk about something, Altonor is trying to hide from the Pelorites, most of the Olidamarrans have gone into the tunnels to scount out the new situation...

Miron:<font color="#000000">Indeed... and I will have to make sense of it... hopefully Lyle will know. These drow are starting to become a major pain in the arse.. .they're fucking everywhere. The next time I go to the privy, there'll be a drow head staring at me from the latrine, I bet

</i>Meany:<font color="#000000">Okay.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Got the stuff figured.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Permission to leave, Senior Analyst. I shall inform you of any findings subsequently.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Permission granted.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd goes around passing out purple shroom soup

Miron:<font color="#000000">And so, the inquisitor embarks on a journey... seriously, the church is bloody big.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Did I just get ran over by that fucking horse of his?!

Meany:<font color="#000000">Yes.

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Hm? That was quick.&quot; No, the DM was just moving tokens. XD

Meany:<font color="#000000">And it pooed on you.

* Dr. Hatari is almost ready. *bricked*

Meany:<font color="#000000">I'm ready.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Btw, here's my present lineup for Sszeyl maneuvers.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Strike: Mighty Throw(Sun) Stance: Giant Killing Style(Sun) Counter: Mirrored Pursuit(Sun) Strike: Rabid Wolf Strike (Claw) Strike: Soaring Raptor Strike (Claw) Boost: Burning Blade (Wind)

Miron:<font color="#000000">*stops at a cluster of clearly Yoriver staff, one of whom looks like a Tiefling* &quot;Cudgel bless you. You must be Archivist Leila .. .&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Have you seen your fellow, Archivist Petersen anywhere?&quot;

* Altonor is arguing with a priestess and trying to escape. &quot;Save your spells! We've got a whole night to defend through yet. No. No, reserve your mana.&quot; &gt;:d They're like burdock burrs when you're injured, gods almighty. *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">as an aside, what's spellcraft DC like again?

VAE:<font color="#000000">(levelup last week)

VAE:<font color="#000000">In the meantime

VAE:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d6+4 = 2 + 4 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; HP

Leila Cooper:<font color="#000000">&quot;And you must be Inquisitor Steelsprocket!&quot;

Leila Cooper:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's upstairs in one of the libraries, as far as I know.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right as the hand one writes with. Inquisitor Steelsprocket at your service.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can heal it myself anyway --&quot;

* Red-Haired Priestess looks flatly at the drow and tries to poke him with a healing spell. :|

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And thanks. . . maybe we'll have time for a longer talk once this mess gets sorted out.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Blessing her once again in the name of the Cudgel, the inquisitor makes it upstairs as quickly as his short legs manage.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey! Look, it's not that bad, save it for someone who needs --&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">And at that point Viceth very pointedly grabbed Altonor's injured arm. =3=

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;Wrong floor, Tiamat's three arses. Just beds here.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- ssssssss... &quot; =w=;;;;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">When suddenly.

* Viceth gives Altonor a knowing look. &quot;You just want another scar.&quot; =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Saint's cudgel over yer head, Lyle. Took me a while to find you!&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( ...Liaaaaaaa, I don't have drowtokens. D| I really hate to bother you, but could you switch Sszeyl's token please? ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh! Sure. What token is he using nowadays, Sandaur?

Meany:<font color="#000000">I think so.

* Ghostwish closes randompics. |D

Meany:<font color="#000000">Number 88 if I recall.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Or was it 99? &gt;&gt;;

Meany:<font color="#000000">I really need Mike back. |D;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">88 is a guy in armor, it was 99. :3

Meany:<font color="#000000">Danke.

* Lyle Petersen closes a book and turns around with a welcoming smile. &quot;Inquisitor Miron! I take it this means you were successful down below. Was it as bad as we feared?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Scarification is desirable in Kord tradition? =3=&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm not a Kordite.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;We were successful in that we didn't kick the bucket. Also..Tom's sister.. Inquisitor Lazarus's.. she closed the portal where even my spells failed. You didn't quite say the runes were susceptible to being beaten with an adamantine door.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, I apologize then. I don't know your symbol then.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Why couldn't Ghost just not cross the streams? |D

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">XP!!!

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;In any event. Scarification is desirable in the tradition of insert diety name here?&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;And damn right I do!&quot; he rebuts Viceth. &gt;:P &quot;How often do you get a scar from fighting an ice devil over a portal to Hell?!&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;An adamantine... door?&quot; A raspy chuckle.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep. She tore it off hinges earlier, from an altar of Laduguer's.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And then, when I couldn't quite get it to shake hard enough by holy power, she slammed the dor right through it. Probably shorted the flow of arcane energies or something.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The gelugon sitting in the middle looked rather pissed off.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">Back to Sszeyl. &quot;I don't serve a deity.&quot; He taps his shield, bearing the Raiders' symbol. &quot;Any god who I'd respect knows it's your actions that count, not whose name you shout while you do them.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">+1 Tomrespect. &gt;|O

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, that's one way to destroy the runes.&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">-942.5 Mironrespect

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;But you're a paladin.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;How can you be a paladin with no god?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. Would have helped if you mentioned it, but eh, worse things happen. Like the reason I'm here.&quot;

* Altonor shrugs. &quot;Then I guess I'm doing right by somebody and they don't care.&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;See, we weren't the only ones with the clever idea of paying the fortress a visit.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;I did, I believe -- disrupt the physical circle and shock it with cold, I believe I said -- hm?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">After checking his gear and making sure all of their arrival business was underway, Tom slowly trudges in. &quot; Whew..&quot;

Red-Haired Priestess:<font color="#000000">Poke. =3= &#171; &#160;2d8+3 = 12 + 3 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

* Thomas Lazarus finds Gamal, and starts.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Hey!&quot; &gt;:|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Poke. =3= &#171; &#160;4d8+12 = 19 + 12 = 31&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well. There was a bunch of drow assassins. Ezzebek based ones, House Helvirahel, the other scum calls them.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus casts a Cure Serious Wounds on the desert warrior.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">I no has ownership of amadre. :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They scoured throught the whole arse of a place, killed a bunch of summoners and devils - hell, I learned about them by having a chat with the corpse of one.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd nods

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Regardless, when we arrived into the portal room, they were in plain business with the gelugon&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;My thanks.&quot; he offers thomas some purple mushroom soup &quot;Eat up while we can, don't know when things might become desperate again&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Make sure to whine a little now and then, if you're cut and I managed to not notice.&quot; ^^

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--Is that glowing??&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;No. the glow stopped during the cooking process&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Probably jsut a trick of the light.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's still bright.&quot; D|

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;One of them was, if I'm to believe the other filthy drow bitch who eavesdropped, telling it something about their masters possessing binding techniques far more advanced than possession.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And talking something about one celestial for a ten of willing hosts.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;The names are meaningless to me, I'm afraid -- except for that one.&quot; His eyes widen a bit. &quot;So there truly was a gelugon there.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now.. I have no fuck of.. wait, truly?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;And the ones who ate it down below are still showing no signs of any problems, so I'm going to go with sszeyel knew what he was doing when it wsa declared safge. And any addition to the food stocks is always welcome. Come on, it tastes good.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Was it.. somehow known that there's supposed to be one?&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, it's merely something of a surprise. The strongest forces we've seen fielded are hamatula.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus is clearly a wimp and afraid of the purple soup. |D; &quot; But.. it's not grapes or pie..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Oven timer brb ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well .. the strongest we have seen was a nessian warhound whose mother got fucked by a pit fiend.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl looks at Viceth. &quot;I don't recall if we have ever spoken, Elder. Honor to meet you.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Took down half of us.&quot;

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

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Only in passing. What titles do you go by these days?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nope. it's mushrooms. I could offer it to your sister if your too scared to experiment. It's better than what you might have to eat in a siege, or an undersupplied army in the winter. It's not old boot leather, or worse, it's at least actual food.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I do not understand your meaning.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Regardless. You heard what the scum were saying.. I can't make knee from arse from it...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But do you think it's possible to bind one fiend into more than one body?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or do you think I'd go about serving poisoned food to allies?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I mean.. the spiderfuckers were making a bargain of some sort..&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Could you repeat what they were saying?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They said that their masters have a binding technique more advanced than possession.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And then a fragment got relayed to me, saying something about a celestial for tens of willing hosts.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They were telling it to the Gelugon.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm wondering.. you know how you con devils into doing your bidding.. maybe the spiderfuckers do the same to celestials.&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;What you call yourself.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Doubtful. Celestials are not so easily driven by base motives.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah. Sszeyl. And you?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But.. eh. I am not much of a daemonologist.. Hmm.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh, pish posh. I wasn't saying it was poisoned.&quot; =w=; &quot; Purple just isn't a soup color..&quot; {|3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then.. hmm. still &quot;a celestial for tens of willing hosts&quot;...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A bound celestial.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus hesitantly takes a bowl and stares at it for a second, like it's going to do something. Then takes a spoonful.

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

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then it is an honor to meet you as well, Sszeyl. You can call me Viceth.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;If the ingredients are purple..the soup will be purple. &quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tens of willing hosts, a bound celestial... perhaps some sort of trade?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">The soup tastes like happiness and rainbows and diabeetus and lsd trips and DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAAAAGIC

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's what I mean.. since when are they purple??&quot; |D;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But, you're right, it's not bad.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;. maybe they were talking of a trade, but then... what the fuck would they need bound celestials for, much less willing hosts!? It's like...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Suppose you went into a traffic and offered them a pack of fags.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#000000">Hey.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Since I used the purple mushrooms from down below. They did say purple were safe to eat before going down there&quot;

Meany:<font color="#000000">We don't travel in packs anymore.

Meany:<font color="#000000">We herd.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Shut up owl. In civilized lands, fags are smokes.

* Dr. Hatari is now picturing murderous rampage Thomas having a Do You Believe in Magic Pyrovision sequence.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Willing hosts for what?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#000000">I know Vae.

Meany:<font color="#000000">It was a joke. :p

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have no fucking idea.. but seems like the sort of things a bunch of drow fanatics would have fucktons of.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">I know :3

* Meany rolls Vae into a vat of molasses.

* VAE licks

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Never mind, what'd they do with a bound celestial?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;After all ,you yourself said they're harder to control.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Okay I might've been able to pay a little closer attention to that part.&quot; |D;;;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;So how long do you think we have before things start heating up again?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Unless this binding technique they mentioned somehow allows one to use the spirit's strength without it exerting its will over them.. but that seems unlikely. You might as well have a dark fire.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Besides, you don't need such things bound for most rituals I heard of - you just sort of call them in plain from above or below, right?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--But, in my defense, it's not like we're ever going to be in danger of starvation. You and Sszeyl always going on about that.. and eating the gnomes.&quot; ^^; &quot; I can conjure quite a lot of food between days.&quot;

* Viceth raises his voice a bit to be heard across the room. &quot;They're a staple food among every group of drow I've ever encountered. The fungal fields cast interesting light if there are any crystalline structures overhead.&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Like I said, the whole thing stinks of drow and hell.&quot;

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

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Unfortunately, such things are rare from what I've found.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">finally returned.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Someone plz logspam me? O pastebin.

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

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Unless you want to avoid being attacked by said creature, or have some other reason to coerce it into service without fear of its rebuttals.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Though hopefully when I farm them, I will be able to start growing some crystal as well. Should make a nice foray into magical supplies.&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's better to be prepared than not. what would happen if some enemy came up with some curse for example, that prevented you from casting? Or some other situation where you magic doesn't work?&quot;

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

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you know anything of these groups you mentioned?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">http://pastebin.com/Xkp41P3m

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;All I know that they're the assassins of the new government of Ezzebek&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Short version: Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Ezzebek being...?&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Nothing has happened yet.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We're talking where we began.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">okay.jpg. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Another bunch of drow, just not Lolthian ones. If Sszeyl's to be trusted, they worship someone.. Orgolloyss&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...wait, you mean charQs?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Barely even walked away.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ezzebek being the place the scum came from during the underdark war.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I.... sorry. I keep forgetting you lot are probably too young to remember.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">No, I meant physically where we began.

* Edaric peers. &quot;... Purple soup?&quot; :.

Amadre:<font color="#000000">:O !!!

Amadre:<font color="#000000">LOOK OUT TATHI

Amadre:<font color="#000000">POWWWWWWW

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It has a kind of weird flavor.. but.. I've never really had surface-style mushroom soup, either. Maybe it's exactly the same.&quot; ^^;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Oh buggering hell- OW

* Thomas Lazarus offers some to Ed.

Amadre:<font color="#000000">HI HI HI HI HI HI HI HI you smell like brimstone yuck. Lemme clean you. :9

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Aelian just snickers as Tathi gets bowled out of her chair.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">I will kill you slowly Aelian. =3=

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's not that different really&quot;

* &quot;Crow&quot; is sitting on a pew, hair fluffed out, lizard curled up on his lap snoozing away. :|

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">X3

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I mean.... you probably read of the war anyways, maybe you know things better than me - I'm no historian, either.&quot;

* Edaric samples. &quot;... Huh.&quot; :.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I just remember when our troops were smashing drowish and duergar heads all the way from here to near that vile nest of theirs, and leaving the scum to rot, like they deserved for what they did to us. ... &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--Well, don't let my ability to conjure us out of starvation discourage your efforts, Gamal. That's much better than the simple things I could call. Thank you for looking out for us.&quot; ^^

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm getting a bit carried away.. ^^;&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's no problem. It's always better to eat a cooked rather than conjured meal.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, I'm afraid you have me at a loss, inquisitor.&quot; The archivist sighs. &quot;Unless for some reason they were trading a bound celestial for willing vessels for fiends to use, I have little clue. Why a group of drow would need a bound celestial is beyond me, much less require one to the degree where they would be selling souls for one...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well..&quot; he sobers a little.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Please excuse me.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Okay, caught up. So, Miron's basically talking about everything Serrierr and Masabel talked about. :U

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I need to attend to our possessed.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I think I may be yanked into finishing watching movie with friendz, so.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who knows. I mean, one'd figure they might be looking for allies in Baator, given that Lolth herself resides in the abyss.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I recommend having Masabel re-enter the scene with Serrierr offscreen so masabel can exposit what they talked about. :U

Glitch:<font color="#000000">afkz.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anything I can help with?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But other than that. . . Not like i have much of an idea on how they work.&quot;

* Lyle Petersen shrugs.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe I should ask Sszeyl, or better, get him here.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;With that? Mm.. not that I can think of. But please do me a favor and check on the people for me. I feel like the crisis has kept me from making sure they're truly, personally alright.. even though our efforts are on their behalf.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's overheard everything anyways, and so, the worst case is, he tells us nothing/&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Undercommon (&quot;Are...you two okay? The fiends from earlier locked you two down rather effectively, and then there was Masabel's near miss... I'm probably being a bit too direct.&quot;) :V

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Here, for a little while, so I can play chars for a few minutes.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Lia, is it okay to say Serrierr and Masabel have finished their conversation, or would that still be going on? :.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah, it's fair to say they finished.

* Dr. Hatari never had a chance to read that log.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep, sounds like a fair bet.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Meanwhile, Gnogglebolt goes to chat with Katie... (offscreen)

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;(Thanks for the reminder. I need to have a talk with that gnome.)&quot; &gt;:|

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain says &quot;I can try and help with the exorcism, again.&quot; To Thomas.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;As can I.&quot; Says a suddenly reappearing eladrin.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm. Alright. I won't turn away anyone with powers like yours, that can banish them even when they have no bodies.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">(&quot;I don't imagine you'll get far with talking.&quot;)

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Back when I'll dig him out. In the meantime, perhaps have a look in yer books, see if there's some mention of someone trying the same sort of shit.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have spoken with Masabel at length, and if you cared, then what I had feared has not, in fact, come to pass.&quot;

* Viceth rests against his staff a moment, looking over Sszeyl at the eladrin.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">(&quot;So make sure you and he are somewhere soundproofed, and have someone to give you an alibi.&quot;)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ah.. I wasn't sure what it was, but, if that's so, I suppose that's good.&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;How does she fare, good eladrin?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">CAN HAS NEW CHARACTER PORTRAIT?

Miron:<font color="#000000">With that, the gnome walks out of the library.

VAE:<font color="#000000">NO CAN HAZ

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">AYUP CAN HAS

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">YOUR NEW FACE MAKES YOU LOOK FAT--*LIGHTNING'D*

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr turns to Viceth. &quot;You mean Masabel? She is fine, I merely needed her to carefully explain everything she heard and understood to the best of her ability. The conclusions we reached were that things were not in as crisis as I had feared.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">Serrierr then smirks.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor gets back downstairs, and ...

* Thomas Lazarus looks to Miron.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">&quot;I also talked her ear off about some celestial politics, but I hope that is no issue.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Quite some congregation you have here.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi's sitting in the main area, leaning up again Aelian as she goes through her spellbook, muttering.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">okaygottagoagainthey'rethreateningstuff D: Glitch:<font color="#000000">afk

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I was just about to check on our prisoners and commence the exorcisms, brother. Come up when you have time.&quot;

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

* Altonor snorts. &quot;(Maybe. But it's less a talk than a warning. I don't like him taking out his grudge against me on everyone else. He's got a problem with me, he deals with me, not attacking those close to me.)&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;So many damn face-huggers in our group. I can never bring out the big spells. And fiendish immunities, ugh! Half my arsenal, down.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I shall follow you once I sort this out, brother.&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, sir, no issue.&quot; |3 &quot;Political learning is always beneficial.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">(&quot;He has a problem with all drow, and elf kin in general.&quot;)

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sszeyl, do you have a while?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I do.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I could let some of them through to hug your face, if you would prefer things going down like that..&quot; |3

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;(That he may, but my daughter is off-limits.)&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then follow me.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">(&quot;Good luck.&quot;)

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And suddenly travel.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;If I had clear lanes for spellfire, they would never get that close. Fact is, with all my powers being limited by proxy, they HAVE been getting close.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Here he is, Lyle.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;No, I need to plan and improvise..&quot; She says, and taps her lips a moment. &quot;Hrm. So much summoning going on. I could do a little of my own..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well, Tom gets his stated business underway, with AFK charz in tow. He nods to Ed while heading upstairs.

Raerarael:<font color="#000000">&quot;Considered Chain Lightning?&quot; |3 GUAH ninja elf.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;M'ah.. Rae never complained.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Aelian jumps! Boy, he's going to hate family reunions.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Someone with actual knowledge of what in the frozen arses of Cania's hags is going on in there.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;I would imagine.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi holds up a finger, pointing at her dad (she didn't jump. racial characteristic). &quot;Now there's an idea. I think I'll throw that in with the idea of summoning an earth elemental that could give even Tomiko's brawn a run for her money.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, Sszeyl.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus glances aside while walking, then stops and double-takes at the glassy-eyed guardsman. &quot;...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Oh! It's you.&quot; :o

Raerarael:<font color="#000000">&quot;Might want to consider Familiar Pocket, too.&quot; Cheese for Kor!

Kor:<font color="#9933FF">ALL OF YOUR CHEEEEEESE.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You have ... well, some knowledge of those assassins we met down there. And Lyle here has a couple questions that might help us determine what the fuck were they up to downstairs.&quot;

Glassy-Eyed Guardsman:<font color="#000000">He's not so glassy-eyed anymore, but nods, confused. &quot;... Have we met?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Gyah. Too right. But how am I going to get the scrolls for them? And then I need to scribe them, and, ugh, you sorcerers have it so easy.&quot; She says, sticking her tongue out.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I guess, if you help us out, all three of us will leave this library smarter and better prepared for whatever the scum's planning.&quot;

Raerarael:<font color="#000000">&quot;Silly wizardly sorts.&quot; |P

* Gamal-Junayd keeps handing out soup. next stop...viceth and altonor and the priestess next to them

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's not all brawn, stupid wizard.&quot; |3 &quot;Speed and skill and technique.. ... ..you'll never have an appreciate for the higher refined art of a CQC engagement. As if you can just shatter the earth by gritting your teeth and grunting really hard.&quot; Handwave.

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Ah, thank you.&quot; :)

* VAE pokes owl

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I hope it's up to the standards of what you are used to with them&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi just shrugs. &quot;That's all I ever see you do. Oh, and the whole catching fire thing, which I would think would be counter-productive, but hey, whatever gives you a kick.&quot; She says non-chalantly.

* Viceth and Altonor both snort with subdued laughter. &quot;Friend, if you had ever seen what the average drow eats, you would already know this far surpasses many daily meals, just by looking at it.&quot; |3

Tokens dropped onto map 'Yoriver - Temple of Pelor'Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ask.&quot;

Ukog:<font color="#9933FF">BUT YOU CAN! *brick'd*

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Like I said.&quot; She turns to her priestess.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Were you present for this overheard bargaining Inquisitor Steelsprocket was telling me about?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, it's not like I've ever been down in your cities. I...don't think I'd of enjoyed such a trip from what I understand, either.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">as an aside

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ah--yes.&quot; ^^;; &quot;You had been ensorceled by those.. Iron Hangmen gangster.. I think it was. You weren't yourself, and our band subdued you and brought you back here safely.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm Thomas Lazarus. It's glad to finally meet the real you.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi sighs. &quot;It'll be a while yet before I can handle the likes of chain lightning. I'll have to stick with my summoning plan for now.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Copper War by The Cog is Dead is a neat song

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">YOUR MUSIC IS THE SUCK. (nearly typed fuck. rofl) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAONT0n5jOg

VAE:<font color="#000000">Epic .. emotional music?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Does that mean Ghost is Emp

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

* VAE pokes owl again.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Lyle asked Sszeyl something

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl reflects. &quot;Translated, 'one bound celestial for one hundred willing hosts.'&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">brb, going to make a snack.

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm, no, that much is a given.&quot; Sip. &quot;This is quite good, for a first try with foreign ingredients.&quot; |3 &quot;If you want the mushrooms to keep their luminescence, though, may I suggest steaming, then blanching in cold water? It keeps the pigment from leaking out of the fungus quite so much, as well.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sorry, grandma phone call. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">no prob

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aj. good to know. Though..thmas barely stomached eating purple. I think a glow might have put him off for good.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">T'AIN'T NATURAL.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">ah not aj

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Gah, and now dog's whining. ^^;

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">back'

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">No you're no.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">not*

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">You're fist fighting with the ghost of Andrew Jackson on live television.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">With a laptop strapped to your face.

* Ghostwish crams a PBJ sandwich up Sszeyl's nose. &quot;Shut your whore mouth.&quot;

* Viceth chuckles. &quot;I noticed. It was rather like a young drow first being introduced to surface vegetables.&quot; |3

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">they probably got the shits.

* Altonor laughs. &quot;'But Ada, it's green! Food shouldn't be green! Is it rotten? Are you trying to poison me?'&quot; |3

VAE:<font color="#000000">because of the whole &quot;body not used to this&quot; thing

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

* Red-Haired Priestess seems to be of the same opinion as Thomas was, staring at the purple soup.

VAE:<font color="#000000">which further reinforced the notion that it was spoiled food

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">On the one hand that is super mortifying. On the other it sounds adorable. |D

Thomas Lazarus whispers: Thomas responded to the Guardsman by the way.

* Liatai scrolls up to continue conversations.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Now that her player has pigged out, Tathi goes about seeing if there's anyway to acquire some select arcane scrolls up in the hizzle.

* Gamal-Junayd chuckles

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;No doubt no doubt. And it is perfectly fine food Maam, I've eaten it myself. Not that far off of surface mushrooms that are safe to eat, and even they come in many colors.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Incidentally, your father actually has a wand of Summon Monster.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Looted during a mini I recorded for some unknowable reason.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">... okay for a second I thought you were making some innuendo about my birth.

Glassy-Eyed Guardsman:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ethan. Ethan Marlowe. ... Former county guardsman, now, suppose.&quot; He squints at Thomas. &quot;.... You wouldn't happen to be an inquisitor, would you?&quot;

Raerarael:<font color="#000000">That would have been a good one. |D But I'd have to shock you. *brick'd*

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;What do you know of these organizations that were mentioned? This Helvirahel and Orgolloyss?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">WELL, WE HAVE SLEPT IN HAYLOFTS A L--*zap'd* |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He nods once. &quot;Inquisitor Thomas Lazarus. ... Castleton branch.&quot; He adds the second part with a guilty-looking smile.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Guilty looking.. Don't make me gibbs-smack you, Tom. You have nothing to be ashamed of!

Raerarael:<font color="#000000">&quot;Chain Lightning is still far off for you?&quot; He strokes Kor's head with one finger. &quot;I doubt it, tinuamin. From what I understand it's just a hop, skip, and a jump from ball lightning to chain lightning.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I was just glad to hear you were doing better. I was worried at first you were possessed. Thankfully, it was only a spell.&quot;

* Glassy-Eyed Guardsman nods. &quot;... That explains the fuzzy memory of white hair and a black coat with an inquisitor's badge. If I harmed you or your company...&quot;

* VAE pokes owl

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Hey/

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">I am getting thoughts together.

VAE:<font color="#000000">sorry ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">I will choke you to death, fourth waller. &gt;:U

* VAE calls upon his minions to protect him

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl seems to go stiff and robotic.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Order of Orgolloyss is the ruling body of Ezzebek and the networked cities of said state.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus shakes his head slightly. &quot;Nah.. Gamal was on you pretty fast. He's a blur with those merciful swords of his. But let's not dwell on that. We know it couldn't be helped.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Helvirahel is a sychophantic organization supporting of the Order, known for producing Monster Yazagh, some skill at artifice, and assassinations.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;More importantly, I hear you've helped sooth temperments with the local force now that the Hellions are on the defensive. I can't thank you enough for that.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Please specify requests for additional information.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">psychopathic, or sycophantic?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I will admit.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Yes.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I read it as the former.

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

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Are you well?&quot; &gt;:.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;The short answer is no.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He. . . does get a bit odd at times.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Down below the ground he somehow channelled the spirit of a dead inquisitor.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;She. . . seemed to remember me.&quot;

Ethan Marlowe:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't know why you were in the prison, or why those prisoners were even free, but you have my thanks for what you did there.&quot; He nods. &quot;It was the least I could do. There comes a point where you realize that what you're doing is harming the very people you swore to protect and serve.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aha. A medium.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl jerks.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor seems a bit shaken at the recollection.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;That explains much.&quot; =w=

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Ludmilla Luara Vanhannen.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lived to age forty-five, died by extreme blunt force trauma to the head.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That name sounds. . . familiar.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh. Altonor. since we are back to safety, relative at least. I did say whoevery brought down one of the puppies at the gates first would get a meal of their choice. Since that was you, what sort of meal would you like me to cook?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He nods somberly. &quot;..You're welcome. I'm not sure either. The scarred man declared something about parole, and was possessed himself. Probably unknowingly, if not willingly.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Indeed.&quot; &#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 12 + 6 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Speaking of which..&quot; he looks over his shoulder.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;There are more souls burdened with parasites. I've my work to do.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;The wielder of the axe Dullahan, I believe. But this is beside the point.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Entered service. . . 1097?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus looks back and bows slightly. &quot;Mister Marlowe.&quot;

* Ghostwish can has control of sheysanthi?

* Ethan Marlowe nods back. &quot;Inquisitor Lazarus. Do you drink? Perhaps when this is over I can at least buy you an ale.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">... Say are you related to that beguiler guy I never met |D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Got to the rank of Senior Inquisitor, then got sent to Moscra when we were setting up there.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus chuckles.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Last I heard of her, that.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I wouldn't turn it down. But, there's still much left to do.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But yes, we are digressing.&quot;

Ethan Marlowe:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right. Godspeed. They took the most recent victims to the rooms to your left, and the farthest room to your right.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">And so Tom takes a look around. Before I go blindly searching the map, might --

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

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">NPC brigaaaaade~

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Can you think of any reason why either organization would be interested in securing a bound celestial and/or making alliances with the forces of Hell?&quot;

Teeny Rin 4:<font color="#FF0000">The player is gripped with indecision; &quot;Tom's left or my left?!&quot; *bricked*

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;Sharp of mind, sharp of tongue, and sharp of axe blade. . . It was an honour.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tom's left. :B When facing Ethan, it would have been his left -- which was also your left. :B

Teeny Rin 4:<font color="#FF0000">IT COULD'VE BEEN THE BALCONY. *bricked again!*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">XP Well then assume the guard pointed.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Those four rooms. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom uses his evil-detecting sight before even knocking on the doors. &quot;...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Securring of bound celestials is extremely unlikely by the House Helvirahel.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is more likely they are acting as a go-between for the Order.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Far left - two strong, one moderate. Middle left - one strong. Other left room -- two strong. FAR right room - two strong.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Securing of willing vessels...&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom frowns and shakes his head. &quot;...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl's syes seem to alternate between green white and red for a moment. &quot;Conclusion reached.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well. Let's get to it.&quot; He ushers Vonain and Serrierr along.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot; If I may, Inquisitor Steelsprocket, you keep some very odd company. &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Helvirahel assassins made reference to my possession by a dead dragon as the experiment.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is likely they used me as a testbed for binding powerful spirits to their monks for emergancy forces.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Due to the sheer volume of checks and time this process seems likely to consume, is it fair to say Tom begins his business and merely detail any noteworthy happenings as exorcisms go on?

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Devils are much easier to manage than dead dragons.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Isn't it so?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Odd company is a mild way to put it.... at least Sszeyl here is reasonable at times.&quot;

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

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">Right behind you. &quot;Inquisitor Lazarus.&quot;

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Nothing too noteworthy, just pretty standard infestation by erinyes. The male Hextorian was not possessed, just had a strong natural aura. The others were all possessed.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh.. senior inquisitor Sheysthzm-- &quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What can I do for you?&quot; |D;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">That'll take place in a few minutes, then.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">He smirks from under the brim of his hat. &quot;Sheysim will do nicely, really.&quot; He says, and looks up at the cleric. &quot;I have a question regarding your post in Castleton.&quot;

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;Take that elven witch...or that blood traitor calling himself a gnome... There are many skills the Saint has blessed me with ,but reining in madmen isn't one of them. If not for Brother Thomas...&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. This is somewhat dire news, then. Why would this Order require a bound celestial?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh.. sure.&quot; He nods to Serrierr and Vonain, who probably shrug and linger a few meters off.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What can I do for you, sir?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Let's say they're blasting spirits. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe they can dupe them, somehow. Or think they can.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">They take all the XP for themselves.

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

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I was curious, that if the opportunity arose, would you consider a new place of duty?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Payment to secure the loyalty of devils. With the possibility of more later, most likely.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus raises his brows. &quot;Me..?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The path to knowledge is lined by rubble.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or to secure more powerful devils than Montclair can afford.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Correct.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They might be experimenting even if they aren't likely to succeed as far as we, or they, know.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well.. I.. I don't know. The Guardians are stationed in Castleton. It's my home.. but..&quot; He seems a little worried and looks down, rubbing his chin.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What did you have in mind, sir?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I'm getting a headahe coming on. gonna take some meds and lay down til they kick in. sorry text me if I have something I need to respond to

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;After all, imagine just how ill-prepared would most demonhunters be to fight a bound celestial.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;It is rather silly of me to ask now, considering the order I am laying these plans in, but, Eytherinu.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;....... Eh?&quot; He blinks twice.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Wait.. isn't that the settlement Tathi founded?&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Lady Eyllisaearsithek, correct.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;They likely have a specific type of celestial in mind.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What would that be?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Perhaps to render repairs to many of the damaged Firsts.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Care to elaborate?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Whoah..&quot; ^^;; &quot;I--she--ah..&quot; He seems to struggle for words for a moment, bleeding sweat droplets! &quot;--It's not that I'd refuse, but, would we have any business being stationed there, sir? Is it not her perogative to accept our presence? She's frankly not very hospitable towards the Leaden Mace Society at all. Due almost solely to Inquisitor Steelsprocket, granted..&quot;

* Lyle Petersen takes out a cigarette and lights it.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Many Firsts, due to living several orders of magnitudes longer than they should have, are functionally insane at their core.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;My First is a good example of this.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;In a library, Lyle?&quot; *snarkface*

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;And a First would be...?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Some sort of orgolloys cult belief. They think their souls stay around after death and get reborn, or something.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl takes out a roll of canvas, and starts drawing.]

* Lyle Petersen huffs. &quot;This conversation is delving into highly metaphysical territory. It's much easier for me to wrap my head around it with the aid of some smoke.&quot; =3=

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Well, Inquisitor, it was my intention to approach her with the idea of founding a new Leaden Mace branch within the jurisidiction of the sanctuary, for the purpose of defending it against any and all threats. However, you have touched on another matter. It seems she is quite.. antagonistic against certain elements of our order.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Granted, usually when dealing with mediums the smoke comes from a different leaf.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Would you, perhaps, have any ideas as how to persuade her?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah! Well, as long as you don't do it in my archive.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;As this diagram explains. The original set of Orgoll monks broke from the hold of Lolth to ensure it was not possible for her to force their extinction by supplying her living servants with information obtained from their dead souls.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;To do this, they created a cycle of reincarnation, where they would take on a new body after their old one was no longer usable.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Remind me to nom for Professor Sszeyl explains

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;The personality developed by the body would be dissolved into memories for the core personality.&quot;

* VAE picturing a chibi Sszeyl with a blackboard and chibi lyle and miron looking on

* Thomas Lazarus offers an involuntary nervous laugh. &quot;...&quot; |D;;; Dare I recount the volume of times she has declared that she will destroy the Mace, or that I must leave the ranks..

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;And so this has been the way of Orgolloyss for millions of years.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ahhhh.. maybe.. let's see..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Millions? Isn't that a little. . . too many years?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;No.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;It has been so long, that, some Firsts cannot communicate directly with each other any more. For they cannot rember enough of their identities to be more than a sum of their incarnations.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think it's mostly a matter of.. ah.. temperament. Being antogonized at particularly inopportune times by our not-in-the-least tactful colleague.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is why Orgolloyss is the Demigod, and they are not.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But.. she doesn't seem to mind me. Perhaps I could convince her..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;So yes.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I never thought to try it, is all.&quot; He muses.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Do you have something in mind, sir?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is perhaps possible for a celestial to effect repairs to these damaged Firsts.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So. . . they'd become demigods on their own?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Or is this just to help out a young settlement?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Though why they do not obtain it themselves is a mystery.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Perhaps. The specific math of divinity is unknown.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I believe you said it yourself - they are rendered insane.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;More than likely, they would become supports for Orgolloyss to push him to the next level of divinity.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that possible?&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Quite. Wood elves have been attacked in the past, and a sanctuary will be no different. I know the Leaden Mace can be sometimes rather dull, but we are effective. I only seek an opportunity to help Eytherinu in the best way I know possible.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not even Vecna has achieved more than demigodhood, as far as lore tells.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;And yet there is Saint Cuthbert.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Who at last recollection was a full god.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Was? He is a god, and our patron saint.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then it is possible.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I see..&quot; He seems lost in thought for a moment.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are many tales on how Saint Cuthbert has achieved his divinity.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Taking care of a young community.. as part of my ordinary duties.. and..

</i><font color="#FF0000"> :o

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The one I ascribe most weight to is that he was a heavenly spirit who discovered the cosmic truth that for law to exist it must be supported by the threat of punishment.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">8O

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The divine knowledge alone has elevated him to godhood.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus suddenly snaps into enthusiasm and grabs Sheythsanthi's shoulders. &quot;I'll do it.&quot; 8|

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And thus he became the patron of law and all those who follow and enforce it to the letter.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">His eyebrow quirks ever so slightly. In others, that's the equivilant of his eyes going as wide as saucers. &quot;Now, I'm curious. What changed your direction so quickly?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh Tom, you're adorable. x3 *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I can Recall between there and Castleton now so it'll be no problem.&quot; 8|

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Tom would have been totally in his element when the Mace was founded

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are some who would argue such a point, but such is the nature of the unknown intricacies of the cosmos.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;.....&quot; There's an awkward moment where he doesn't respond and is just standing there, looking determined with the elf's shoulders held.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--Er, uh, it's--&quot; &gt;.&gt;;;; He returns to his normal composure.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;None of your business, sir.&quot; |D;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But! I'll definitely speak with her. The more I think about it, the nicer that sounds.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">He smirks a little, glancing sidelong at the Inquisitor. &quot;But isn't everything my business, Inquisitor?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well.. that is the doctrine I have been taught.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And those who'd argue such a point should perhaps pick a point of contention less brushing against heresy. ^^'&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Heh..&quot; ^^; &quot;..what about yourself, sir? Assuming the situation here gets resolved inside the week.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Would it, hypothetically, just be me?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is only heresy if they believe the religion as you do.&quot;

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

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, it would be fascinating to debate the differing theories of Saint Cuthbert's origin with you at some point, Inquisitor Steelsprocket.&quot; |3

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Oh no. Myself, for certain. And I have a few others picked out as well. Perhaps you know of an Inquisitor Flint?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Wait how the flip would Sheyth know Flint. =3=;

* Thomas Lazarus blinks a few times.

VAE:<font color="#000000">No, that'd be Inquisitor Carhan

VAE:<font color="#000000">This is some Inquisitor Flint, a surname of Flint

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas pauses while continuity works itself out. :B

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">Ask yourself this. Who does he not know? &gt;:3

VAE:<font color="#000000">Probably some NPC of Ghost's

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*Carthan

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">I see you, Mink.

VAE:<font color="#000000">He probably doesn't know the personnel of a branch he's never visited.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">He's a Veld-centered NPC, has he gone down to Castleton in recent years? :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Or had any reason to take interest in their rank-and-file? :B

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Inquisitor Carthan? In an elven settlement miles out of the city? Really?&quot; |D;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron has plenty of interest in the Veld, but even he doesn't know the precise makeup of their branches.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">You know he's a Kordite and an urban ranger.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well. . . once we deal with the trouble here, Lyle, you pick a tavern, and I'm paying. Not that I spend much money on anything else.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">It wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if they had. He's not one to let a trail go cold, no matter how far it stretches. And, yes, it'd be silly not to think he has a rather vivid understanding of the personnel of the Leaden Mace. This -is- the slueth(sp?) we're talking about. :3

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'll let it slide for now for the sake of narrative, but in the future, be prepared to give me a more definite reason than &quot;who does he not know,&quot; mmkay? :P (Sleuth.)

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

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">So Thomas how's your mother doin-*BRICK'D*

VAE:<font color="#000000">We can say that due to the fact that Flint was recruited from the gutterkin, and became an exemplary inquisitor, he was used as something of an example in other branches.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Especially in Yoriver, since they're the penal branch.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">We could atleast say he has looked at the roster and knows the mans name, even if they have not met. It is a structured enough organization to have papers.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">So I suppose he knows about him from one of those things.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">Exactly what I was thinking. He'd make it a point to know who's Leaden Mace and who's not, if just for the sake of being able to single out an imposter.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Where they put the work of Ashmore as an example

VAE:<font color="#000000">That was seven years ago.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... which could even explain why he didn't know Flint was an urban ranger. &quot;Ah, an inquisitor with an animal companion. Must be a wild sort. :3&quot; *brick'd*

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Basically all he knows is that Flint is a poster child for Castleton's recruitment program

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is there anything else?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">and suddenly, the holes in continuity seal themselves

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Which could create some interesting RP: &quot;What do you mean?&quot; to Tom's reply. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm.. .that was.. quite enlightening.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nothing at this time that I can think of.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't know how big of a presence she would tolerate..&quot; He looks aside and frowns a little. &quot;Me.. probably.. although I had never dared to assume in official capacity. And she seems to know you well enough that it wouldn't be cause for issue..&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Out of the city? Odd. His file had him as a ranger of sorts. Did I miss something?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;And Miron, I respect you too much to let you believe a lie on the subject.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If it is so, then you-&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl walks to the door before turning to look at the gnome.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A lie on-&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ludmilla was the incarnation before me.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh.. yes. We've had a few operations with Inquisitor Carthan before I was even admitted into the society. Have you not met? He's a witch hunter. Helped us ferret some evil men from their sewer hideout. Knows Castleton and its back allies quite well. Helped us storm a haunted castle, too.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;She doesn't exist anymore as anything but memories.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;His element is definitely in the dank and congested territories of the world. ......&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So she is. . . you, in a way.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Wait, that sounds terrible.&quot; D|

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;In a way.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">He blinks. &quot;Oh. An urban ranger, so to speak. A master of not the wilds, but the city.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or rather, another. . . facet of the First that you are one of.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;More accurate.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Does that mean...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Does that mean she was a spy for the Order?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;No.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus shrugs. &quot;I.. guess so?&quot; ^^; &quot;I just know he's a lot better informed than I am, and handles his blades well.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ludmilla didn't know what waited for her until the End.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*The inquisitor breathes out with relief*

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Since I have seen her memories, I apologize that she won't be able to sit next to you in the after.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It seems unjust for someone like her to be. . . cheated out of the rewards our patron has for his servants.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A-anyways! Let me see what I can cajole out of the good Lady when I get a chance.&quot; He pauses and looks over his shoulder.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Welcome to what needed to be done to kill Lolth. What might still need to be done.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Maybe there'll be a time to talk about such things, soon.. but.. now feels like such an inappropriate time to even bring it up..&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Hrmmm. Perhaps I should review the files for other candidates. It might not be impossible to recruit from the local- ah. Listen to me, already planning like Lady Eyllisaearsithek has granted us permission. Yes, please, go to her and see if you can convince her. I hope you come back with success, and not with shock and burn injuries.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">He said that last part in a completely serious tone, by the by...

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;And consider that, regardless of what commitment you have, or convictions, you could be one life in many for someone who should have died a while ago.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Nah.. Tathi would never burn me on purpose.&quot; |D;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Still. To dissolve into a ... bunch of memories that get stuck to... something..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And he's gone.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Even the fate of the souls sentenced to Baator seems more merciful, in a way.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*turns his head* &quot;This.. Lyle, you think he's talking sense?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He certainly believes in those things...&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;...&quot; Lyle exhales some smoke. &quot;I'm beginning to understand why many mediums burn that smoke in their chambers. It fogs the mind and prevents headaches.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">This person appears in the cellar. She looks to Altonor. &quot;Hey..&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Where's your girl?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah. There are times where a sharp knife and a sharp mind can both be a bad thing. Like digging between your teeth, or ... this.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">She's here.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And there.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;The travel of souls into the afterlife is well-documented, and any creation of such a large oversoul would surely not have escaped notice in the metaphysical landscapes.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And there.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And over there.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. . . hence, it seems unlikely - before the last talk I had with him a few months ago I have never heard of a theology this. . . perverse.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Regardless, be it true or false, they definitely believe those things, nd might well attempt what he has said.&quot;

* Altonor finally manages to shoo the healer. &quot;Was just about to go looking for her myself. Last I heard she was upstairs.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl hands a roll of paper to Viceth. :V

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If they do. . .what's the worst thing that could happen, either way? Is it worth bothering with, or can they be discounted for now?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;M'ah.. don't let me crowd you, then. I was just going to check and see how she was holding together.&quot;

* Lyle Petersen nods. &quot;Belief can shape one's destination in the afterlife. This is known.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I wouldn't have dunked my head into a portal to Hell, personally. Guess she's one of those bold ones.&quot; She smirks.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;True .. isn't it what the followers of evil deities count on?&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;At the moment? The best thing I can think of to do is write a thorough report.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;That their faith will protect them from the usual dwellers of Baator, or the Abyss?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Now Tom goes about between the rooms and performs his exorcisms. &quot;First things first, of course.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right. Mind lending me a hand with it later? G-Senior Analyst Thorngage will require a detailed report, and Tom has asked me for help with the exorcisms.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm probably running late as is&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I forgot I even asked that.

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Int: 9 wins again.

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

* Altonor scowls. &quot;That bit wasn't on purpose. Tell you what. I need to go hunt down that gnome and set some ground rules. You know Cuthbertines. They don't do anything if they don't have rules.&quot; :|

VAE:<font color="#000000">Does he have 9?

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

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas is wise. Thomas is not very good at memorizing or calculating.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Suddenly so much things make sense

VAE:<font color="#000000">Like why he always forgets to report to Ashmore

* Viceth glances over the paper with a faint glimmer to his eye (Detect Magic) before unrolling it.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Actually that is almost always just me forgetting but

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Viceth was passed a transcription of the conversation had between Sszeyl, Lyle, and Miron.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">In Undercommon.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">SURE your version sounds more IC!

VAE:<font color="#000000">yes, but it's realistic.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I guess that's the good bit. Picking a character where even things you mess up make sense IC

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;What is this, Sszeyl?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Lyle says anything?

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">She raises her hands and softens her expression when she gets that response. &quot;I know.&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ULzDJTo1zNw

VAE:<font color="#000000">this song is *awesome*

* Tomiko Lazarus relaxes. &quot;That's fine. I'll go look.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Information you might want, but it would be risky to ask.&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;I see. Thank you, then.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good. Unlike the keys from Hanseath's temple, your help won't be forgotten, Lyle.&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;By the way, if I'm not mistaken... Did you say that you planned to start a fungus farm?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're welcome. And yes.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have a property that has expansive caves underneath.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;More than enough room for mushrooms.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">popping in for a bit

Miron:<font color="#000000">With that, the gnome departs, looking for his taller friend.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">read backlog, who's &quot;ludmilla&quot;?

VAE:<font color="#000000">A previous incarnation of Sszeyl's first

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl's previous incarnation.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tomi leaves Altonor to his vengeance and walks back upstairs, hands in pockets.

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hard rock, or soil?&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">how dows Miron know this ludmilla?

VAE:<font color="#000000">She served with the Mace from since its founding, first in Veld, then in Moscra

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sszeyl said the name out loud.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hard rock, I'd say. I can adjust it to the needed type by hiring a mage though.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Because she was a well known person.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also Miron is like over a hundred and eighty years old.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Hey.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">160?

Miron:<font color="#000000">I'm 147

Glitch:<font color="#000000">this is why I'm asking who is ludmilla. I heard that Sszyel said she was his last incarnation.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Don't make a fucking grandpa out of me!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I have never heard the name before now. :B

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">200!

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Can someone please explaining me ludmilla? :B

* Viceth nods. &quot;There's a simpler way. Have you any livestock?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Remember when Sszeyl channeled pure law?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You already know as much as most of us.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Several dozen cattle.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">danman; kinda-sorta

* Viceth glances to Altonor, who had just dismounted.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And how he spoke to Miron then?

VAE:<font color="#000000">That was channeling her.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...so, a non-orgolloyss got snookered into the orgolloyss reincarnation chain?

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">How the hell'd -that- happen?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Like we know.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...actually, I suppose that would be the point of the mystery plot

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( No. Orgoll oversouls are born out of the family some times. ))

* Altonor arches an eyebrow, then gives an emphatic &quot;No. It's been over a century since I've touched shroom farming.&quot; &gt;:|

VAE:<font color="#000000">Which floor is tom on?

* Viceth just smirks.

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( To gather information on the outside world. ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">top or basement?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">2nd

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron would know.. I'm a derp

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Exorcisms were going on as a rather relaxed background event anyways.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*to Ethan* &quot;Saint Cuthbert bless your steps. . . you seem to be making quite the striking recovery.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wipe that look off your face. I was Iphyl cavalry and you know it.&quot; &gt;:\

Glitch:<font color="#000000">popping out again

Miron:<font color="#000000">I wouldn't have him on a riding dog.

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;I know. However, in every family, especially a farming family, everyone is expected to have at least an inkling of the basic tasks of the family livelihood, if I'm not mistaken, correct?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Some &quot;cavalry&quot; that must have been. Do the drow even know which end of a horse is the arse?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Shut up

VAE:<font color="#000000">You're not supposed to be overhearing that, anyways.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Steampunk songs why must you have such distracting lyrics

VAE:<font color="#000000">Listening to that Impartial one, right

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">No; Youtube links.

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

* Altonor sighs. =w=;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">The guardsman says anything? :3

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">This person trudges on by and looks down at the gnome in passing.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Altonor's looking for you.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;All of a sudden?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">That's about all she exchanges before shrugging and walking off to a staffer.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">afk 2 shakes

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He shouldn't be looking for what he hasn't lost.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Unlike, say, health of mind.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Keep 'em shaded, they produce enough light for themselves. Keep 'em moist, but not soaked. Mix in some straw or sawdust and make sure the soil's light, not dense.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The latter words, the inquisitor utters probably as Tomiko has already passed by.

VAE:<font color="#000000">(he didn't make a point of keeping it quiet or anything, just making it fit together temporally :3)

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you. But what do you mean shaded?&quot;

* Ethan Marlowe nods, but looks a little confused. &quot;... I'm meeting many people who recognize me that I don't remember meeting today. You're....?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;They'll be underground. =3=;&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket. Braxton Falls branch.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Exactly. Don't try to grow 'em out in open sunlight.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I was there when you were thralled by one of the criminals on the loose.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sure thing.&quot;

Ethan Marlowe:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Braxton Falls, too?&quot;

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

Ethan Marlowe:<font color="#000000">&quot; Must be a convention. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah. Can be said that way. A joint operation between Yoriver and Braxton commands... that's about as much as you need to know.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;When your ear itches, your hand comes from hanging next to your arse, too... so why the surprise at us making a bit of a trek?&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Depending on the species you have, you might also be able to grow them from hanging bags. Several earthsilk fungi grow in that manner.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl holds up a slice of purple fungus.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*comes up

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is the only one I have at the moment.&quot;

* Ethan Marlowe huffs with quiet amusement.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The gnome smiles and.. he would pat his shoulder if he could actually reach it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm glad to see you're in high spirits.&quot;

High Elven Priest:<font color="#000000">&quot;Can I help you... miss?&quot; The elf looks uuuuuup at Tomi.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">the post .. one before wasn't meant to have quotes

* VAE sure people figured

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah, we did. :B

* Dr. Hatari catches up.

Miron:<font color="#000000">I don't talk about myself in third person like some morons.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If you've got anything that troubles you, don't hesitate to ask - I'm sure you have spoken to brother Thomas already, since the last I seen him he was on his way here.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus smirks a bit.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">But it passes. &quot;Just wanted to check on someone that probably got brought up here not long ago. Young woman with black hair.... uh.... let me know if that doesn't ring a bell.&quot;

* Ethan Marlowe nods. &quot;He went to go check on the prisoners, I think.&quot; He gestures toward the room Thomas is in.

High Elven Priest:<font color="#000000">&quot;Black hair... no, I'm afraid I don't remember any young women with black hair being brought up here.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Okay then, her disguise was probably off. A Drow woman then.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">Thanks for the reminder, actually. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then I'll be on my way. Saint Cuthbert bless you, and may you soon return to your duty.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Going to find him then, Altonor?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor pushes through between Vonain and the eladrin.

* Tomiko Lazarus is partially doing this just for the reaction. |D

High Elven Priest:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, no -- drow women, either.&quot; The word is said as though it has an unpleasant taste.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brother! And Senior Inquisitor.. Simtheirzairvin, was it?&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;What can I do for you, Inquisitor?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Aw.&quot; She's faintly smirking again.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Thanks anyways.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hard to say, for I'm here mainly because brother Thomas here asked me for help with some exorcisms.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Protection sigils and the like. . . aren't quite his forte, as much as actually chasing out devils isn't mine.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Fortunately, I can sense that none of the fiends here are beyond our control. Nothing like those beasts we fought in the massive hall..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But feel free to assist.&quot;

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

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">We can assume if she asks anywhere where Serrierr can hear, he'll direct her down to the first floor studies. :B

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well! He probably could hear.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">So she probably goes to check down there!

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's the make-up? How many of those we brought in are possessed, and how many are proper heretics?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Three fiends in three hosts. One of the ones I assumed wasn't even possessed. Guess they enjoy the company.. or can't tell when their allies hitch rides. I don't especially care to wonder. One was free of possession, but is, as I feared, still a divine agent of Hextor.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fine. I might have a talk with him once I get some rest. He's probably in on the whole conspiracy &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm. How wonderful Anise is here too. The two of us have a bit of history getting those things sorted&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Probably. I submit him to the Mace for safekeeping, interrogation and whatever comes next in these circumstances. Trial.. jail..&quot; He shakes his head. &quot;I've never been on duty in a warzone before.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl....GETS OUT A CANVAS. &quot;Hmm, last one. Going to need to buy more supplies.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;But regardless, attempting anything without at least two truth spells in place would be folly.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*The inquisitor indicates a noose at Tom's last words*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He shrugs sadly. &quot;If that's how it goes. I won't shed many tears for someone who brought this on willingly.&quot;

* Altonor heads off in search of a gnome.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Neither will I.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">brb nature calls. one minute

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;I had wondered. So you're the mysterious artist.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Kep starts doing a Dancing Frog routine now that Altonor is out of the room.

Meany:<font color="#000000">HELLO MY BABY

Meany:<font color="#000000">HELLO MY HONEY

Meany:<font color="#000000">HELLO MY RAG-TIME GAAAAAL

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom and Miron and the techies return to nebulous background exorcisms. Progress bar: ---80%!

Kep'salion:<font color="#000000">Nahhh. Right now I'm enjoying watching those Olidamarrans squirm. It's okay, I don't bite -- much! |D

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

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

* Tomiko Lazarus descends floors like a Kordite.

Seamus Macbeth:<font color="#000000">Want... to pet... but it's clearly got the blood of fiends on its hooves... |D;;;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh, there you are.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey.&quot; She nods in greeting.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;How're you feeling?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your woodworking friend suggested I do it more often to stave off the insanity of living with the shorter lived races.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;So far it has been hit or miss.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Indeed. Mysterious background exorcisms carry forth full throttle. I'm going to need more blessed chalk 

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I..am feeling much better. much longer lay down than I thought it would be. nodded off. but I am back. anything important or just assume gamal took a cat nap to prepare for the night long defense?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Pretty much just muckin' about.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nothing with Gamal really happened

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You're fine.

VAE:<font color="#000000">a cat nap would be fair

VAE:<font color="#000000">He's been in battle, after all

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Woodworking...? ... Ahhh, I believe I know who you mean. What is your preferred subject material, if I may ask?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Supper time already? Balls.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Your.. ...&quot; She cradles her chin and squints, holding the rest of the sentance on her tongue.

* Ghostwish checks to see what he has. afk

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Single indiviuals doing some scenes...I had a journal with sketches here somewhere. But I seem to have misplaced it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh well.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">you have balls for supper? :9

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">BIG MEATY ONES.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...Altonor was looking for you.&quot; =w=

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seriously. Fried beef or goat balls are tasty :9

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Over here in the 1st world, we consider those a garbage part of the animal.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">They get put into hotdogs.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Over here in the 2nd world, we consider the 1st worlders who do that morons :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Unless you pay through the nose for &quot;Rocky Mountain oysters,&quot; which are considered delicacies. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well you also get racial rage powers, so its a fair trade-off.

* Dr. Hatari is bricked.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh my. The cold war. Alliance vs Horde

VAE:<font color="#000000">with the Eastern Block being Horder ofc.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Bah, the Alliance sucks. *brick'd* But anyway! :B

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..But, he's probably busy now, anyways.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;All right. Pissed off and a bit embarrassed, but eh.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Could be a lot worse. I've had some close calls in my time. One of which was also today. Had an axe in the spine. Had my heart stopped from some stupidly deadly venom. Been half-eaten on occasion.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Can't top almost falling into Hell, though.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Glad to see you're walking it off.&quot; |3

* Masabel snorts. &quot;Not the way I wanted to remember that event, but y'know, I still got at least one. That counts.&quot; |P

VAE:<font color="#000000">This is delicious. I think I'll be nomming Tomi for it

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I could give you the door prize?&quot; |D

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">LE PAINT since Ed missed an opening for rpz.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Oh well.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 8 + 10 + 2 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10+mod = 15 + 10 + 2 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">It isn't Eds fault his brain is RPing with like five people.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Wait, what? :B

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

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well, glad to hear, anyways.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Think I'm gonna go lie down while we've got the chance to breathe. Find your...&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus squints. &quot;... okay I'm sorry.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;What relationship do you two have exactly?'

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Tomiko Lazarus

* VAE facepaws hard

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Did you seriously just mistake me with my dorkus little brother

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well we are twins..

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Yes. you have similar names and my player is a moron who never reads things through

Tokens dropped onto map 'World Map'Miron:<font color="#000000">Even in exams. Because he's a brain-addled moron.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Shut up

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">MOOOM WHY DID YOU NAME ME THIS &gt;:O

* Masabel chuckles. &quot;Adoptive dad's close enough. The Raiders took me in when I was six, and he practically raised me with the others' help. So I call him Ada.&quot;

Nina Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">What? It's cute! |D

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, I'll track him down. He's not punting the gnome, is he? I forgot to call dibs.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Why are you blaming your mother?

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Your father knew better.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And allowed it anyway.

Tokens dropped onto map 'World Map'Alexander Lazarus: <font color="#FF0000">I picked Thomas, she wanted them to match. |D;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">8E ANYWAYS.

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mmm. I used to paint landscapes, for a time. Particularly landscapes in rain, looking out from under shelter.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">What is this with matching names, anyways.My older brother was Radorad, I'm Miron, younger sister was Zlatana.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Maybe.&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's something... deep, ancient, and powerful about surface storms.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I understand that feeling.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">We can assume exorcisms are done. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">At least nobody could mistake us.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*whews, wipes off slime into robe* *brick'd*

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well.&quot; She walks off and waves over her shoulder. &quot;You should trance or whatever some time soon, too. And don't let your stupid dad try to hero out of it, either. He was swatting at his healers last I saw.&quot; |3

* Tomiko Lazarus heads off to nap.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is...strangely nice to see the screaming and crashes of a thunderstorm one week, then the quiet of a snowfall the next.&quot; :d

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

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;What -- again? Rrrrrr, Adaaaa...&quot; &gt;:|

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

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I cannot unpicture Drow freaking out and cowering in their first thunderstorm in horror and confusion like little dogs and cats.

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

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That's pretty much exactly it. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">BARK BARK BARK

Viceth:<font color="#000000">And then sometimes you get the oddballs who stand out in the rain and wonder where all the water's coming from.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">SO ADORABLE; I WANT ONE. *w*

Altonor:<font color="#000000">You know that's probably why you've been hit by lightning twice.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">... Well I suppose I already have like six in another game. =3=

Viceth:<font color="#000000">Nonsense. |3

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">You've only been hit twice?

Burmice:<font color="#000000">Like little cats and dogs ... was that another of those cute and clever ways of calling me a bitch? Because it worked as neither.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Shut up you, you're not supposed to show up for *months*

Miron:<font color="#000000">Who the fuck was *that*

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">*lunges at his player with a scream of incoherent rage*

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

* Tomiko Lazarus tromps back upstairs. Altonor gets a look in passing.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh. She's fine.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">A drow climbs the stairs.

* VAE sorry but the 4th wall breakery had to be done

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Le painting. And while we do that.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">LE ZEN.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 2 + 3 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Wis check!

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Nope.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">:c

VAE:<font color="#000000">Some Zen there

* Altonor nods. &quot;She's a tough girl. Where'd you find her? And have you seen that little archivist anywhere?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">I have not had -one- good zen roll.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;She was in the library.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And he's..&quot; She leans.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Over there.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, we're done here. Now to wait until they get a bit of rest.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sleep in a real bed for once.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hell.. I don't think I have worked on so many exorcisms in the last ... lessee.. fifty years.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm. We should probably speak with Ms. Katie before jumping the gun on any plans.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*nod&quot; &quot;Wise words&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And done.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miss Thorngage?&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Of course, she just picks a room and sleeps in the wrong area.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aha. Thanks. ... That sounds like a damn good idea, actually.&quot; He pauses a moment in the doorway, musing in Elven. &quot; (.... When is the last time you slept on a mattress, Altonor?) &quot; =3=c

* Thomas Lazarus wipes his brow and sighs.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">She's likely sleeping on top of an invisible soldier who the DM didn't drag a token in for because it would make the map load even more slowly. :B

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Kinky.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Senior Analyst Thorngage, drow.&quot;

* Altonor shakes it off, and approaches. &quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So let's make-&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;We need to talk.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus stiffens and frowns. &quot;...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What devils from the pits of Malbolge drag you here&quot; *stare*

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am afraid I am not a part of your organization yet, and not obligated to refer to you by title. Which was just as well since I did not know it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">If I was only there, Sszeyl.

* Thomas Lazarus sighs. &quot; Please try to get along.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">I return

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just a quick question, Senior Analyst. What is the function of Analysts in the Mace?&quot;

* Altonor frowns. &quot;Look, you hate me. I get that. You've got every reason to. I hope someday you can let go of that, but that's not why I'm here. Hate me all you want if it helps you sleep at night. You're not the first, you won't be the last.&quot; He leans a bit closer, and his voice drops. &quot;But leave my daughter out of it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So you think you can threaten me, huh? So like your kind.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=_=; He doesn't interfere.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'd like to think what happened down there was an accident. But you could have aimed under me instead of catching her in the blast, and you'll forgive the sneaking suspicion you did it because you wanted to get at me in a roundabout way.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If I wanted to get at you, or her... I have more efficient means at doing so.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Pardon me.&quot; The Senior Inquisitor interrupts. &quot;But what, exactly, happened?&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;If I can't appeal to your sense of decency, then I'l appeal to your sense of honor. An argument between two gentlemen stays between two gentlemen. They don't drag in others who aren't involved.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A certain criminal element here is flexing muscles he-&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A gentleman. You.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have stepped on greater gentlemen on the way from that fortress.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The gnome is smiling, though his eyes look cold.

* Thomas Lazarus folds his arms. &quot;...&quot; =_=;;

* Altonor waves a hand. &quot;Okay, fair point. I always thought Cuthbertines, at least, always tried to conduct themselves with honor, though. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And we do, usually.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Honor is for swordsmen and fools.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Come now.. that's uncalled for. Enough of this imaginary character defamation. Our entire operation here, Mr. Altonor has done nothing but be cordial and invaluably helpful.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">You're a swordsman.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">I wonder who the fool is. :V

* Thomas Lazarus just shrugs and shakes his head at Sheythsanthi.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Can I get an explaination, or am I going to have to interogate someone?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tom, brother, are you listening to yourself? Here's a criminal who has done the world a tiny ounce of good, when pulled among men of law like a goat onto the market. . . and already..&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't care about that, as long as he keeps Masabel out of the crossfire of his vengeance.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Place a shit on a shelf in the kitchen ,and it'll think itself a cake.&quot;

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

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Masabel. That's the younger drow woman. Your daughter?&quot; He inquires to Altonor.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes. She's well after her father.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;In all respects, I might add.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Close enough for horseshoes and fireball spells.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Sorry, senior Inquisitor. I'm just a little fatigued of this starting back up every single time brother Miron makes eye contact with one of our Drow fellows.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'll trust you gentlemen to keep your hands to yourselves while I speak with Ms. Katie.&quot; =_=;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">Sheythsanthi sighs. &quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket, I have to say I am disappointed in you.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I would have thought you above using Lolthian tactics.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;One of our drow fellows who is also a sought criminal in Braxton Falls and surrounding counties. The fact that we have. . .delayed arresting him for now does not make it disappear.&quot;

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

* Altonor handwaves. &quot;It's a Pelorite temple. I'm not going to start anything.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom walks off to continue seeing urgent business done. Hopefully before he needs to sleep.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">He continues, &quot;To attack one's family, to strike at those when you cannot strike at the main target? I believe that's a line straight from an eight-legged bible.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Lolth, afterall, views family as a weakness. It fits.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;All I struck at was the summoning circle. The fact that, being as foolhardy as her anarchist father, she decided to get her arse right up to...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was her damn fault. Who stands by the door, gets hit in the face.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;You could not aim the spell better, or find a more opportune moment?&quot;

* Altonor sighs. &quot;Look.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;When you are facing a full-scale diabolic incursion, the most opportune moment is now.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The welfare of a foolhardy spiderfucker bitch be damned.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;If myself and Tomiko havent taken the circle down, we might as well have come back with a couple visitors under our hats.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;She's fine now, otherwise we wouldn't even be having this conversation --&quot; Altonor breaks off a moment, hands tensed, and counts to ten slowly in DSL on one hand.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;No it isn't.. That's the greatest tactical fallacy I've heard yet. When you're closing a gate to hell, the fact to hinge on is that you have one shot, and one shot only. You must make it carefully, for you will likely not get another.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I'm finding your impulsiveness to be.. disheartening..&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I did. I hit the summoning circle, and the devils inside.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;What happened down there happened, and it can't be changed.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;I just hoped to get Inquisitor Steelsprocket's word as a decent being, even if he believes me not to be one, to keep my daughter out of his vengeance aimed at me in the future. That's it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Besides.. I bet my mace that if I'd been as stupid as to stuff myself up front there, she'd have done the same... well, if she knew how to.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Correct, but it must not happen again. The Leaden Mace is held to a higher standard than demon worshipping cultists. Our strikes are true and precise. Not wanton.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that it? Well. . . unless she acts in such a way to bring the wrath of the law on her head, or indeed mine, so shall it be&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;There.&quot; Choke on it, scum.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fine. That's all I was looking to hear.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">A very weary Thomas appears in the courtyard, and smiles at those assembled. &quot;I see things are still going underway well enough, here..&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Rest well, Inquisitors.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Fair dreams, paladin.&quot; He says, and glances back to Miron.

* Altonor turns and heads off.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You are a man easily pleased then. Rest well, or as well as your conscience allows.&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus is already snoring. Probably to the great relief of the other warriors, not in the basement bunks, either.

Sheythsanthi: <font color="#9933ff">(( she snores goku style doesn't she ))

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

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have seen better paladins wear the hempen necktie.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And back here.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Reposting last bit of this talk for Liasake.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">Oh, yes. Pardon. The DM was just getting paperwork in order.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just a quick question, Senior Analyst. What is the function of Analysts in the Mace?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">also. Nomming Altonor for sheer nerve, for later.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seriously, in his place i'd have lost it half a dozen times.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Analysts are non-combative support that deal predominantly with evidence, surveillance, and tracking measures to assist those in the field, as well as other magical functions if necessary.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;One last thing, Inquisitor Steelsprocket. I cannot order you.. although, I suppose I can. She is technically a noble now. But Lady Eyllisaearsithek? Cease antoginizing her. I have plans involving that young woman, but they will fail and the Leaden Mace will suffer for it if she continues to view our organization in a negative light because of your actions.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I TOLD ON YOU.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">124 years of anger management helps. *BRICK'D*

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why then, Senior Analyst, were you deployed to the field?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Lady Eyllisaearsithek as you call her is a wllful, unstable lunatic, at her best.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">your the only real wild usntable lunatic around here

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Ahem.

</i>Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;She can be useful, but she is as much a danger to her allies as to her foes.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;As transport, a conduit of communication, and scrying assistance.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">nah. Never seen tomi go wild enough to hit her own side

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;She assaulted a noble back in Thalinde.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;As well as field command.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Dang it.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Such is your opinion. Many in the elven communities are seeing her as a visionary for her efforts to our race as a whole.&quot; He says, and then smirks dryly. &quot;A noble? Is that all? I dare say she is behind quota then.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Shut up Gamal. I'm talking to actual important people.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I see.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And as you have heard Baron Kenneth Sorenoc say, many view Count Montclaire as a visionary in the county he's in charge of.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you for answering my inquiries. I apologize for the...flippancy I treated you with earlier.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Your ability to control Miron is to be commended.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I did not name any one place or antoher, Inquisitor. Tathi's reputation is reaching a broad public.&quot;

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Gradia falls head over heels for Sszeyl.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Miron acquires maximum raegface.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yet I suspect that the fact you're standing here instead of in your branch's headquarters proves you think otherwise.&quot;

Miron: <font color="#000000">I SHALL NEVER ALLOW ....

Meany:<font color="#000000">Where Miron at?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Reaching the broad public? You mean like those leaflets which called for her head?&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Level 2

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Notice the lack of quotes :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, Miron.&quot;

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

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

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;My branch?&quot; He says. &quot;My branch is gone, Inquisitor, and the Leaden Mace is weaker for it. And yes. Even those leaflets, so flamingly written, had a very different impact on her reputation than the author might have hoped. I remember elves laughing about it.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">A spear impales Miron.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*turns over, and...*

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Miron must roll a dc 0 reflex save to catch a canvas thrown over a celestial.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Don't tempt me, Rin.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor fumbles, and the canvas impacts his head.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">And that's how Shey saw death by canvas. *BRICK'D

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tiamat's three arses! What is...&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">I'VESEENSOMESHIT.jpg

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

* VAE now totally picturing this anime scene

VAE:<font color="#000000">with the canvas headwhack

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack, sorry! Petsitting call! BRB

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">The Senior Inquisitor pauses momentarily to peer at the canvas.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">Elven art senses tingling.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Roll a Will save versus composing a sonnet.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 7 + 7 = 14&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; Will save!

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">BEGIN.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">WELP. HAIKU IT IS.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">It is a portrait. A gathering of somber people, stiff-backed, standing at attention for the painter. In the back, a building with the Mace symbol is being constructed. Miron remembers the faces...the first generation of Mace. Miron is in the front, standing next to a wood square with the date, and the Writ of Guildship attached. Directly behind Miron is an older dwarf, his hand on the Gnome's shoulder, Shey behind the dwarf, and next to Shey is a tall human woman in full plate with a heavily scarred face, short blonde hair, and in her left hand is a -vicious- looking great-axe.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;My!&quot; The elf exclaims.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">On the back is a replica number.

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;By the Cudgel...it's...

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;Ludmilla.. Senior Inquisitor Dellode... and so many others... it's...I ...&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're welcome.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I dare say I might have to commission you, Sszeyl.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You'll need to wait for me to find a store to restock.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Oh, not soon, pardon me. Some time in the future.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The gnome just keeps looking over the painting, with an, on the face of it, rather stupid expression.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Sure. I can paint like thirty paintings a day. It's cool.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;How did you .. How did you know.. remember all the faces? Is it through.. what you said?&quot;

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ludmilla was strong. And her memories vivid.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And this way... &quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;She is the singular most lucid life out of many.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You need to paint more.. from her life and memories. If.. if her soul will not be eternal, make her memories be.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Very well.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus lingers awkwardly while Katie's brain deals with making RL money. {:3 *bricked*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you.. once again.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;And again, you are welcome.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">Somewhere during that conversation, the Senior Inquisitor vanishes. Someone played their Batman card.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Not like the inquisitor would notice. He's still staring at the portrait, tracing individuals with his finger, then dragging it away not to smudge it.. and staring, flooded with memories. Someone has just bypassed the DR of this old codger's heart.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And owl, nomming you so hard for this. Especially since I almost thought he'll be painting up Miron/Gradia doujinshi to piss him off, and wanted to get a good look at her.

Gamal-Junayd whispers: so is altonor locked away wiht masabel or available for rp if gamal tries hunting him down to find out what dish he wants?

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Let's face it. That'd also have been completely in-character.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Whoo, okay, lemme read up.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Nahh, Sszeyl takes his painting pretty seriously. XP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">On the bright side, got a job! :D On the downside, Murgatroyd died &gt;: I'll miss that orange purrbasket.

VAE:<font color="#000000">What's Murgatroyd?

Sheythsanthi: <font color="#9933ff">(

VAE:<font color="#000000">And .. got a job? Where?

Sheythsanthi: <font color="#9933ff">(( friendly old cat. tabby? ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">An orange cat I used to petsit for. A petsitting job, VAE.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh. Well.. sad, but also, awesome for job and munneys.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah, orange tabby. Used to sit on my lap when I went to visit.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It says something that I read that name as a Touhou.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No, this one was male. :P

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I returns for a time!

You whisper to Railock: Not locked away at all. RP as you please. :3

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">STATUS UPDATE: Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">STILL FUCKING AROUND. *bricked*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">And Gnogglebolt, as I said hours ago, has been talking reports and stuff with Katie this whole time, I suppose. :B

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well that makes things easier now dunnit \o/

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Since she's still in public, he also wouldn't have pestered her about the Hooded Lanterns...yet.

* Katie nods and smiles to Thomas. &quot;As well as they can be. How are you and the other members of your group?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Tired. But in sound health.&quot; ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">But yeah, safe to say by now Gnogglebolt has told Katie everything he knows from the delve.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, hello, Thomas!&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd knockls on the door altonors behind

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I wished to ask if our next course of action was already planned, and if there were time to recover. Commander Stanford was concerned for us keeping our vigil strong.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods to Gnogglebolt.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I have just been telling Katie about the events that transpired--well, some of them, at least, since I'm not sure if any unfriendly ears are still around--and asking her about what we shall be doing next.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed, I have been recommending keeping up an offensive.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But, nothing's been really hammered out yet.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We need to get everyone together.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm.. well.. it can't come before we know this sanctuary is still safe. This ritual is still fragile and musn't be interrupted. And I fear if we face more.. things.. like the mutts in the fortress, we would need to recover.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I suppose so...&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus shakes his head and frowns. &quot;If we had fought those hounds as we are now, we would have had deaths. It has been a long day.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Finally, the short inquisitor snaps out, carefully rolls up the painting, and sets off downstairs, still looking somewhat absent.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(The ritual -has- been proceeding uninterrupted, yes? That would have been a majr thing Gnogglebolt asked about.)

Katie:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can only imagine! Please, take as much time as you need to rest. If there's anything we can do for you, just say the word. We've got a lot more able able-bodied people here to help keep up the vigil during the night, and you've done what seemed impossible. You deserve a rest.&quot;

Zachary Alfarson:<font color="#000000">Given this guy...

Martin Sawyer:<font color="#000000">... and this guy are still chanting, you can imagine it's going pretty well.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Tries to Zen...

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">As hard as he can! &gt;|O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">That looks hard. D| Are losenges invented yet?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Gnogglebolt invent losenges for them.

</i>Katie:<font color="#000000">&quot;He's right. We can't afford to make an offensive push just yet. We need to keep this temple defended until the ritual's done.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Meanwhile, I suppose Vonain would have been conversing awestruck with Serrierr.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Yes Glitch.

Miron:<font color="#000000">And he comes back to Lyle. &quot;If you have time.. .I think we can get the report out of the way.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">But as that's just me talking to myself I won't play that. |D

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Your chars have been playing with yourself.

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( *murder'd* ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Okay... as long as there's nothing that has reared its head in the interim.&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">I SMITE YOU.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course. ... Are you all right?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I. . . I think you should see this. &quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi asks around a bit.. is there anywhere or way she could purchase some arcane scrolls?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sszeyl painted it a while ago.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">knocks again. &quot;Altonor? are you in there available to talk? Someone said you came inhere.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*unrolls the canvas*

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">The merchant who left earlier today. :(

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 12 + 3 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Wis check!

Raerarael:<font color="#000000">Most arcane scroll repositories are pretty depleted by now.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's stylized, there wasn't such an occassion...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&gt;|D

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Durnit...

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yaaaaay decent zen roll! |D

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nothing of any kind of crisis. And I suppose I do need rest myself. I just can't focus enough to kick my mind into its fastest working yet. It's so mentally exhausting...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I recognise every single face and could tell you the names of half of them.&quot;

* Altonor peeks out. &quot;S'a public temple, you don't need to knock.&quot; :3 &quot;What's going on?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I've never been in a siege before. But dad says you need to sleep when you've got the chance to, regardless of where the sun is in the sky. I suppose that means, for the sake of the town, we better lay down soon.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I ... ...don't know how he did this. by the time he was born, most of these people.. .were dead. Already.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's a very good idea, actually.&quot;

* Lyle Petersen looks on... and I imagine we can fade out on this group with history, nostalgia, and report-writing.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well.... I did say who ever brought down one of the puppies at the fortress gate first would get a meal of their choice. Since that was you, what sort of meal would you like me to cook for you? Wouldn't want to be seen going back on my word when it comes to food.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ah.. yes. Our newest guests have been exorcised, ma'am.&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;But every time I ask you seem to put it off.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, that was the one thing I was unaware of, was going to go ask you about it. Excellent news, Thomas!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;They still count some unsavory sorts amongst them, so I would ask you to keep the resident Mace officers on hand if they try anything. And two are magicians. Take care.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Hmm. Aren't there ways to neutralize magicians by taking away what the need to work magic?&quot;

* Katie nods. &quot;We already asked Serrierr to check the guardsmen who came over to our side. They all showed up clean. I think your exploits down below shut out the possessing influences on those ones.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">As Sszeyl zens...

Seelie Joe:<font color="#000000">Anyone looking in the background might notice a few Olidamarrans subconsciously rubbing their wrists at Gnogglebolt's words, this one in particular.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">His Hat seems to activate on its own.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm. Usually a gag is enough to prevent any normal spell. A bit crude as that is...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Swapping to a heavily scarred woman's face...then someone else's....and again, each switch going faster and faster, with different people each time.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">(might as well do this to myself)

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">The people out here get quite the show.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also holy fuck, did Sszeyl win points with Miron here. Especially by ramming it in further that he once was a colleague of his, in a way.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Not all magicians, gnome Sparkgear.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh! Ah, hello mister Seldriot, or Goldeneye. Hmm. Can you elaborate?&quot;

Katie:<font color="#000000">&quot;Binding the hands is the other established way... there are also other... crueller ways, but we'll stay away from those.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain responds by holding up his hand, which starts collecting smokey energy around it. &quot;I'm the kind of magician who needs nothing to do what I do.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;The way you found me, with those damned draining shackles biting into my wrists?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;One of the only ways to shut down one such as I.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Ah. I see. That is...indeed not so good news.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">If Glitch is done playing with himself....

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are any of our captives like that, though?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( Sorry. It's just so easy. ))

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain looks at Katie and Thomas. &quot;Not that I know of...?&quot;

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">I will smite you so hard, so help me Kord.

Serrierr:<font color="#000000">*to meany. :B

* Altonor stalls. -w-;;;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will wait untill I get an answer. If you try to get past I'll just follow. My honor as a cook is at stake here. I said I'd make it so now...I need somethign to make.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;No. Haven't found any yet. Those were definitely spell-casters.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't presume to know a lot about magic. Especially other kinds. But I know spells take words, and they used 'em.&quot;

* Masabel is covering her mouth and trying to keep from laughing.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... uhhhh. Food?&quot; =3=;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, very good. Well then, if any are vessels of divine power like Thomas here, simply depriving them of their divine anchor is usually enough to cut them off from their power. See how Thomas always has his symbol of Pelor around his neck; if he did not have that, his magic has no anchor.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;''I will have one..... food, please.&quot;''

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Imma just keep switching between hundreds going on thousands of faces in a slideshow.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">While these fine ladymen have a show.

Katie:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's not always so.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">And the worst thing of all is. . . how can someone be a drow.. and then get born .. become an inquisitor, during those times, of all, when the hunt was on. It's .. almost as if a lemure became an archon, only to return to its slimy state afterwards. It is unjust... It makes no sense.But clearly, there's /something/ about him being in touch with her mind. However horrid.. it seems to be the truth, or nothing i have seen so far indicates otherwise. But how would the Saint allow this. Or.. anyone else for that matter. Lyle was right. This is not something for the sober mind to ponder.

</i>Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Not always, no. There are some exceptions, but I am less familiar with those. I did say usually. Not sure what kind we have on our hands, though.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He shrugs. &quot;Powerful spells often channel that way. But I know a handful that I could pull off without it. Better to be extra careful. Even a subtle magic used cleverly could affect an escape.&quot;

Katie:<font color="#000000">&quot;Only a few spells actually require divine spellcasters to actually hold their deity's symbol in hand... usually the more powerful blessings, or chaneling.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;What type of food? I know you mentioned the drow really don't eat that well, but you've been up on the surface, SURELY theres some dish or delicacy that's caught your fancy and you would like oto enjoy it once more?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;...Ah. I am less familiar with such magics than I thought, then.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't know any spells I could cast with my mouth shut, though.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">That'll make your jaunts with Edaric difficult.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Normally I just end up eating trail rations...&quot; |D;;;

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( NOT THE FACE ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">NOT SURE IF RAEG.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">I read that as not sure if reggae.

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( Ya, mon. ))

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you saying you've never tasted ANYTHING you really wanted again? Perhaps one of the other raiders could suggest something for you then. If you've truly lived in such a culinary wasteland this entire time.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He shrugs slightly. &quot;..Incarcerating any magician anywhere has been a headache law enforcement officers have been wrestling with for centuries. Nothing works all of the time.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...So, I guess the bottom line is we have a handful of potentially hostile casters who may or may not have ways of neutralizing them easily.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Just gotta be diligent I guess.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Food is food!&quot; =3=; *brick'd*

* Thomas Lazarus nods.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Vonain looks at Thomas. &quot;Well, almost every prison in any place bigger than a small town has permanent antimagic shackles or antimagic cells.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Fortunately, we're not short-handed, and have experienced personel who do just this kind of thing.&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;Those will shut down anyone, even me.&quot;

* Altonor chuckles. &quot;... Tell you what. Instead of waiting for me to hem and haw, why don't you pick something?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;We just don't have the luxury of that here.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;No. there is food for the body, that nourishes and keeps you alive. almost all food falls into this. Then there is food for the soul, that which uplifts spirits and recharges the will to go on. I may not be a true master who's simplest creations are such, but I do believe that with effort I am begining to achieve such delicacies. But tastes and preferences goes a long way to ensuring any dish is such for the eater.&quot;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;A philosopher chef, huh?&quot; :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">If the DM says so. But anti-magic is extremely powerful and even more extremely expensive. A mere amulet with a persistent spell effect of the same costs something about one hundred and seventy thousand gold.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Throwing it around as 'shackles that jails have' is 100% fiat.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Which, when bought and used by the Crown, is within budget to prevent the collapse of everywhere, ever. :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">And usually the resort of a stressed DM. *bricked*

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">something like that is more likely to happen in worlds where cold iron suppresses casters when touchign, or another metal that is anti magic exists

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Silence is the go-to spell for any such cells, and they're usually only found in cities. Most places immobilize or silence spellcasters instead of relying on expensive antimagic.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">AMS is just an incredibly heavy-handed measure. You can achieve its desired effect through much more cost efficient means. This is like deploying a nuclear warhead to defeat guerrillas.

VAE:<font color="#000000">I think antimagic shackles were 120K

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There are plenty of shackle designs in Akellon used to immobilize a spellcaster's fingers and hands. They're uncomfortable as all get out, but they work. Unless your spellcaster has a Still spell.

* VAE recommends ability damage

VAE:<font color="#000000">A wizard with Int below 10 can't cast, and neither can a cleric with Wis below 10

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't think I'm much fo a philosopher, Simply a Warrior who also dips into the culinary arts.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Lia; precicely the thing I'm thinking of--but, blah.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Okay, I will drop this topic for now, don't want to detract the game too much.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">touch of idiocy shackles

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Rail got it spot on

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You could also just smack them in the face with a club and keep them sedated if for some reason it is imperitive that they stay alive while being this dangerous to the public.

VAE:<font color="#000000">That too.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">But nothing less than antimagic is reliable enough to shut down any rogue spellcaster who plans ahead.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Then there are the more vile ones, like the cold iron spike-shackles and ability damage shackles, but ability damage shackles can fall into the realm of torture and/or make it hard to get answers out of people.

VAE:<font color="#000000">But for most mages, touch of idiocy shackles would do it.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">You take them out when you're to interrogate them

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That's why adventurers exist, Glitch. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">and I don't think the Mace would worry too much about whether ability damage constitutes torture, in circumstances where it's warranted (an evil spellcaster powerful enough to be a big problem if he's not totally restrained)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">This is also why magic is powerful and feared. It doesn't necessarily have an &quot;oh, well, then this&quot; off-handed counter. It presents an intrinsic headache and danger to civilization.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That's part of what it means to have magicians exist.

VAE:<font color="#000000">yep. They can pull shit out of thin air

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Close enough.&quot; She shrugs.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Incidentally, OotS did this one. :B http://www.giantitp.com/comics/oots0399.html

Glitch:<font color="#000000">And, as said, I will leave this topic dropped, can be discussed another day.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, do you have any suggestions for what he should request?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Or IRC

* Altonor is thinking. &gt;:/c

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also anti-magic can be countered by anti-anti-magic and Otto's Supressing Field. *bricked*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;But, for now, we can say that we are safe enough and that the appropriate countermeasures that can be taken, have been taken?&quot;

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">&quot;As far as I know, I was up there with Thomas and Serrierr exorcising the captives and setting the guards on the rest.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">mordenkeinens big F you. I mean disjunction

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Indeed. They'll have their casting impeded and be under watch. I doubt there would be enough fight in them to escape even if they were free.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... Most everything I can think of wouldn't be in emergency supplies, and would be better off going to others even if it were. ...&quot; &gt;:/c ... ... :.c ! Snap. &quot;Got it. Something simple, nourishing, but hard to get on the road or underground, and easy enough to find in civilized areas.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Mordenkainen been dissin' folks?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We can trust the locals to handle dealing with their own criminals. They have before, and will have to again, sooner or later.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bread and eggs. Or bread and cheese.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#000000">Breaded eggs and chease.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Scottish eggs!

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are yuo..making fun of my skills with such a simple request?&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">SCOTCH EGGS. |D *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">those, yes

* VAE fucked the name up

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">This exchange is amazing to me

VAE:<font color="#000000">Anyways, while Miron and Lyle are busy, VAE goes to heed the call of nature

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;What -- no. I'm setting a challenge.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;'Scuse me.&quot; SWEET TITTY FUCKING CHRIST where did she come from!?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well then. I will still like to talk to you again later, Katie, but for now, I need to rest my mind so I can have the mental focus necessary to hyperfocus on my work if needed.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's like someone asking da Vinci to draw a kitty.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hatri; no no, not a kitty.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Anyone want to talk to Sszeyl? |3

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Cuz a kitty can skill be super-art'd

Glitch:<font color="#000000">A stickfigure.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Asking Da Vinci to draw a stickfigure. :B

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

Meany:<font color="#000000">&quot;I a-cannot do it.&quot;

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

Meany:<font color="#000000">&quot;I do not know how to not be an amazing painter.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sure. Anybody can make bread, or eggs, or melt cheese on something. It takes real skill to make something like that into something special.&quot;

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

Meany:<font color="#000000">&quot;I try, and look, another Mona Lisa.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Anyway, Gnogglebolt excuses himself to go get his rest.

* Altonor jumps. &quot;-- Eyllisaearsitheks!&quot; =3=;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Please, let me know if anything arises.&quot;

Katie:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course. But for now, is there anything you need, at all?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;....I see. you are mocking me. But fine. I will see what I can do with this request. I said I'd make your request...and you have said it...so now....I will make it.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm not trying to mock you...&quot; =3=;

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

* Gamal-Junayd bows to altonor, spins. bows to tathi..and heads to the kitchen.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Maybe I should have let somebody else kill that hound.&quot; =3=;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He shakes his head. &quot;A bed is enough. You've plenty to hound you already. Call if you need anything.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;.. well I was gonna give him this elven recipee..&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Go, maybe you can catch up with him.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">You detect lots of magic on Thomas as he walks by, Vonain. *bricked*

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot; What's wrong with bread, eggs, and cheese? &quot; =3=;

Meany:<font color="#000000">Tathi.

Vonain (Goldeneye):<font color="#000000">Well I knew that already. :B

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Naw. Apparently he knows what he wants to make.&quot; She says with a shrug, and meanders off.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Adding Unicorn Man wine to everything doesn't make it elven.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH YES IT DOES

Meany:<font color="#000000">No one wants to talk to Sszeyl? :V

Meany:<font color="#000000">Fine. I'll go make my own rp.

Meany:<font color="#000000">With blackjack and hookers.

Meany:<font color="#000000">In fact.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Forget the hookers.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">We'll be fading into the next day soon. :B

* Gamal-Junayd cooks. and he's a taking 20

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Epic cooking montage. A perfect salad is assembled.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">One leaf falls out of place.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">It was a 19.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">IT GETS THROWN INTO THE FIRE.

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aw, poor Ada. Treated to a non-dirt-cheap, non-scrounged, non-garbage meal for once.&quot; &gt;:P

Glitch:<font color="#000000">reminds me of Azula.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;Almost perfect. One hair out of place.&quot;

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&gt;8O

Glitch:<font color="#000000">&quot;ALMOST ISN'T GOOD ENOUGH.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey. I'm still not as bad as Rhylinar.&quot; &gt;:P

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay back

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's an unfair comparison and you know it. Even I know he's top scrounge.&quot; &gt;:P

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas, quite uncharacteristically, remebers his L.M.S. duties and returns to Roy Stanford to make good on that delayed operation report.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( And now afk again. ))

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hup, and buddies have returned. Will be afk-ing again soon.

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

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot; You know he's going to come out with, like. Brioche and souffle and something like that. &quot;

* VAE actually noticed the exchange between Altonor and Gamal now

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... Brioche? &quot; =3=;

Masabel:<font color="#000000">&quot; I dunno, some kind of fancy bread Viceth talks about. &quot;

* Gamal-Junayd doesn't know that

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">what those are at least

VAE:<font color="#000000">As Marie Antoinette said about the poor of Paris, &quot;Let them eat lead!&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">The bread. a freshly made from scratch loaf, cut in half, overflowing with eggs scrambled and mixed thourougly with melted cheese. Small square bits of the purple mushrooms, cooked as viceth suggested so they are still glowing and thinly sliced and placed over the bread egg and cheese in a checkerboard pattern. a ring of half cut ones surround the dish, providing their own glow over the entire thing. (Profession(Cook) Check : &#171; &#160;20+14 = 20 + 14 = 34&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

VAE:<font color="#000000">History has degenerated this into brioche.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Gamal invented poor man's pizza

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Oh wow. XD

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming so hard

Altonor:<font color="#000000">O_o

VAE:<font color="#000000">Put cheese and whatever scramblings on bread, microwave

VAE:<font color="#000000">Poor man's pizza

* VAE loves that

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;...... Challenge surpassed.&quot; o.o

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I hope you don't mind I added mushrooms to the ingredients.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">And he critted, too

Glitch:<font color="#000000">You know what's really funny?

VAE:<font color="#000000">One of those times where the roll is justified by the text

Glitch:<font color="#000000">My family is watching some Food Network cooking shows, like Celebrity Cook-Off, right now. :B

* VAE noticed now

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I said I tool 20

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's not food, that's a work of art.&quot; O_o

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">it's not a roll

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">It'd have been worth a 20 anyways

VAE:<font color="#000000">(but then, anything with melted cheese is natural 20 by lynx here.)

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;No. Sszeyel produces art. I produce food.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Still faceshfiting.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">These find ladymen are kinda freaked out.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or are you implying it's not good enough to be eaten?&quot; a bit of friendly mocking in his voice.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Screw this ,you are making me hungry. *VAE retreats to kitchen*

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm implying it's too good to be eaten!&quot; |D;;;;

VAE:<font color="#000000">this will get nommed so hard

VAE:<font color="#000000">A 20 that worked //outside game//

* Masabel lightly cuffs Altonor's pauldrons. Clank. &quot;Oh go ahead and enjoy already.&quot; &gt;:P

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Impossibl. Food is made to be eaten. If it is not eaten, it has failed it's purpose at that point. Like a sword that is never taken from it's scabbard or a table thrown away before anything ever rests on it.&quot;

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's seriously for me?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">For a minute.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">I thought it was a table thrown away before you killed anyone with it.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">'&quot;Yes. You have a choice. take it and eat it. Or if you continue to dither about, I may just decide it has a secondary purpose of being launched into your face.&quot;

* Masabel bursts out laughing. &quot;Nice!&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which, I think, might be a severe waste but, if it is it's purpose...one's purpose must be fulfilled.&quot;

* Altonor gingerly takes it. &quot;... Well. Thank you.&quot; :.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Hup. And afkz nao.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good. I hope you enjoy it.&quot;

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Instead of playing D&amp;D Maptool, we're playing D&amp;D Heroes for the Xbox. :B

Altonor:<font color="#000000">You get to enjoy someone in food rapture, Gamal.

* VAE back

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">exactly what a good chef seeks to do

Stephen Arianis:<font color="#000000">Hey wait a minute. Ladymen?! &gt;:|

Rhoda Rosalyn:<font color="#000000">Hey wait a minute. Ladymen?! &gt;:| *brick'd*

&quot;Crow&quot; :<font color="#000000">We'll assume at some point, Gnogglebolt rescued the bespectacled teen from his staticky state and reclaimed Snarky. :B

Snarky:<font color="#000000">Zzp. :3

GM:<font color="#000000">All right, folks, move to your beddin' spaces, we're fast-forwarding. In the meantime, let's get some mid-session noms. :3

Altonor:<font color="#000000">Oh gods, good food, a chance to clean up, and an actual bed. I'm in heaven. |D *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">I assume the report did get written, right?

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Miron for pot calling kettle black. insinuating altonor isn't a gentleman. hah

Altonor:<font color="#000000">I'm not a gentleman. =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">In that case, Miron hands a rather thick stack of papers to Senior Inquisitor Thorngage on his way down, with the usual &quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket reporting that I have completed a detailed report on the occurence.&quot; sauce.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">more of one than miron

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Sszeyl for Educational Diagrams GO!

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Thomas: Man with a plan Sszeyl: Painting, Take... well fuck I lost count. Gamal: Eat it or wear it!

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Sszeyl for Painting it in clear colours.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Shey for: This woman is on the Don't Fuck With list.

VAE:<font color="#000000">aka epic painting of epic awesome

VAE:<font color="#000000">aka, fucking with Miron's mind better than an act of Gradia would

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Gamal for 4th wall breaking cooking skill.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Tom for &quot;I get to be the holy father of a community? SIGN ME UP NAOW&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes. That was adorable. x3

Meany:<font color="#000000">Seconding.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Actually, that was his first thought.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The second thought that made him jump onboard was wait Ed is living there now.

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

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well I guess that's coo -- WAIT. 8O&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Altonor for &quot;Uh.. bread. Bread and eggs.. bread and cheese.. I know! Bread eggs *and* cheese!&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Definitely nomming Shey for his plotz and performance. He's a distinct character that I like so far. :3 (OKAY YES I'LL NOM ANY P.I. WEARING A HAT. *bricked*) Tathi for &quot;Pff. Only magic is hard.&quot; Gnogglebolt/Vonain: The anti-caster dilemma. Miron - Arse-levels: 9001

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Altonor for hippopotamus skin./standing in face of adversity.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I apparently got lazy with breaks there.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also seconding Gamal's taking offense. XP

Miron:<font color="#000000">And before going to sleep, Miron hangs the painting at the wall towards the feet of his bed.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Ready for timeskip. Thomas reports all of the events that transpired after their departure. Much like his written reports, he speaks with his audience in mind, and spares no pertinent detail. It's pretty exhaustive, so I'll spare the chat 15 minutes of recap we were all there for.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">lets go plaid!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Refreshin' spells and such, please hold...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Trackin' down NPCs...

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl gets a bit of glowing going on near the end of facepocalypse.

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

</i><font color="#FF0000"> time I will be prepared. Two 5th level open slots. Utilities will be available! &gt;:.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Why are Tathi and Aelian in a sick room? :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And these fine ladymen are out of a show.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">making use of the hospital beds

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">what else would they be doing?

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( Tathi has a horrible. Life threatening disease. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( Called PMS. ))

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">the question is.

VAE:<font color="#000000">With Tathi, can you tell?

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Okay, okay.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">She has menopause.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Ya happy?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Isn't she.. a bit too young for that?

Meany:<font color="#000000">Actually, no.

GM:<font color="#000000">Roll call! Who's actually here?

Meany:<font color="#000000">Menopause occurs when a woman runs out of eggs.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hell. Middle age for elves starts at 175

Meany:<font color="#000000">And while there is an expected ballpark, it can occur at any time.

Meany:<font color="#000000">And then.

Meany:<font color="#000000">There's early-onset menopause.

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">no one

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Quit arguing about fantasy species menopause.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Yo.

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Ghostwish, you with us?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">No. :3

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

GM:<font color="#000000">It's about five in the afternoon o'pocketwatch when most of the party, quite understandably, crashes.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Because it's a magical creature that doesn't sleep and lives for 200 years. We don't know shit about their specific physiology. Also there are more important things to focus on.

VAE:<font color="#000000">if we can argue about fantasy sex toys, fantasy species menopause is fair game *brick'd hard*

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">The game is in timeskip mode

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Meditate upon plots that will soon arrive then. *fires ritalin at lynx*

GM:<font color="#000000">Don't forget to update your characters' HP!

VAE:<font color="#000000">did already

VAE:<font color="#000000">hmm, gonna be rolling for spells.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Yup.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 2 + 20 = 22&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Harm - watch out for those 1s

Miron:<font color="#000000">Good

</i>Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl, near the morning claps his hands...and has them catch on fire.

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">It's funny because between him and Aneurin, that seems to be everyone's reaction to ki-fire.

Gamal-Junayd whispers: haha. just had random tangent thought as I switch back to gamals char on mythweavers and see the lvl 20 version. we get into a bad scrape, things going wrong, gamal raises his swords and transforms ...into gamal lvl 20! destroyer of monsters! haha

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Your choice whether you want to sleep through the whole night, or wake up at around 1 AM o'pocketwatch. The other people of the temple are quiet and respectful in the basement, letting you rest.

VAE:<font color="#000000">What else to take. Geas/Quest ? Greater Dispel Magic?

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">The elves, of course, stir.

* Gamal-Junayd can now get 6 attacks with haste

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">So long, ladymen.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">I must go.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Do shit.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Unlike you.

Stephen Arianis:<font color="#000000">I hate him already. &gt;:|

Rhoda Rosalyn:<font color="#000000">You hate everybody.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Why would we have stirred at 1 AM?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">What time did we sleep?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">that's...8 hours after we crashed

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">As dawn draws closer, more people begin to stir. (Because the party went to sleep around 5 PM and that's 8 hours from then, unless I'm mistaken. :B)

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">gamal would probably get up. checks things, sets stuff up for getting breakfast easier, and then if nothing else is happening...crashes again

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">GUESS WHO'S TRYING TO SLEEP FOR 14 HOURS. |D~

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">only 14? slacker.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Let's go with Geas/Quest. It might come in handy eventually.

Zachary Alfarson:<font color="#000000">These two keep up the chant through the night -- those of you with sharp ears probably had to deal with occasional LOUD crescendos of Kordite chanting.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 14 + 20 = 34&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;. watching for those 1s

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well! After 8 hours of good sleep, Tom does stir and take to making himself busy. No prayer until first light; his hands are empty.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">They aren't actually chanting.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">They're singing 'Dragonborn'.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Over and over.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Until the gods throw up their hands in frustration.

Katie:<font color="#000000">A number of members of the priests' respective flocks check on them, drifting through the courtyard occasionally through the night. The Pelorites, as always, are buzzing around... and many of them have bags under their eyes come morning.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi starts liberally casting sleep on baggy eyes. *BRICK'D*

Ball of Light 7:<font color="#000000">The archons gently shoo the dogs away from the fountain.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">YOU REGRET NOT HAVING MORE ELVES NOW DONCHA. *brick'd*

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">The dogs lap up the consecration. GAAAME OVERRRR.

Tavia:<font color="#9933FF">OOo! OOO! Ball of light! Fetch! Play! Annnnnd slobber machine goes into overtime.

Katie:<font color="#000000">Your level 2 spell stands no chance against our HIGH WILL SAVES. *brick'd*

Ball of Light 7: <font color="#000000">Oh noooooooo! D|

* Gamal-Junayd gets up for good about half an hour before the ritual is done...so he can go and prepare a meal for all the chanters (Profession(Cook) Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 16 + 14 = 30&#160;  &#187;)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom quietly bids those he passes a good morning.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl waves flaming hands at people, and makes breakfast.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">though he doesn't take as much time. everyone is treated to a mushroomless version of hte bread egg n cheese he made for altonor

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">For those TINY BABY MEN who need to eat.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">.... I can't get over that acolyte in the northeastern corner of the kitchen. Those empty eyes.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">eating isn't a burden, it's a pleasure.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He's all like, &quot;'''I've seen some shit. D8'''&quot;

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">and he's by the soup one. so he's obviouslyu the one who helps gamal cook the most.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">his empty eyes...he's seen the truth of what goes into everyones meals

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">where is the kitchen? ^^;;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">North of the garden.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">ah found it

Altar Boy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good morning.&quot; Yaaaaawn.

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

* Thomas Lazarus offers a friendly wave. ^^

* Anise Berilan is sound asleep leaning on the wall.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">Zwoooooooonk. D|

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

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">It's the morning again. Miron wakes up and begins to put on his robe, when he notices something wrong. It's his body. . . or rather, the fact it isn't his. He has become Sszeyl. &quot;Tiamat's three arses. . . &quot; As he opens his mouth, he notices his voice has changed, but not into Sszeyl. It is lieutenant Stanford's, and so is the rest of his body. No...that of Charles Whitaker. No. Inquisitor Lazar Madison... no.. Inquisitor Ludmilla Vanhannen .. no Lieutenant Ivan S.. no ... Anise. . . . the changes accelerate in pace, in body and mind. He has no form anymore, no identity... he is a cog. A cog with a thousand contact areas, each of them a person, meshing with a thousand other cogs in the plane of Mechanus. To roll forward is the only choice.. but it makes so much sense. His mind is full of ... everything at once, he feels the knowledge of every one of his constituents yet he is none of them, and has no mind or will on his own. To roll forward. There's no other choice. One cannot stand still, one cannot jam. To roll forward. Forward.

</i><font color="#000000">The inquisitor wakes up with a strange feeling of disconnect.

Thomas Lazarus:<i><font color="#FF0000">I'm so glad I took this opportunity to get to know her better before asking something stupid.. |D;; *punch'd*

</i>Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">It's the wee hours of the morning, and already Commander Scary Eyeball and his higher-level associates are up and about. &quot;... We must be careful. The fiends may take this opportunity to attack, despite their massive setbacks yesterday. We must be prepared for anything.&quot; He nods to Thomas in passing.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Soup's on.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Bon appetite.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tiamat's three arses...&quot; Before putting on his robe, Miron pinches his wrist, then carefully runs his fingers through his face.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">not just soup. but bread and egg and cheese as well

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fs6QC0Y6jUE

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">One of these days, I'll go nuts

</i>* Dr. Hatari noms for interesting dreams. &gt;:O

* Gamal-Junayd makes sure theres a plate for it waiting outside of altonors room for when he wakes up

Altonor:<font color="#000000">You're a bit late, Gamal. The drow were up in the wee hours of the morning, and can be found in the courtyard. Altonor is holding a broken broom handle, and they're joking with each other.

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

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

* Gamal-Junayd makes sure to plop a plate in his hands then, as well in the other drows hands

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Breakfast time&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">Suddenly, breakfast. :.

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you, Gamal-Junayd.&quot; :)

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Stand back, small boy.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">I'm making....

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">TOAST.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">WITH MY HANDS.

Acolyte:<font color="#000000">Whoooooooooa.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">It smells ike enlightenment.

VAE:<font color="#000000">That's the most novel euphemism for wankery I heard in a long time

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

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

* Gamal-Junayd nods &quot;No problem. Enjoy your breakfast&quot; before moving on. passing plates out to sheyth and roy and the other macers

VAE:<font color="#000000">I can't help that my mind is a gutter :3

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ready for anything including breakfast, sir.&quot;

* Ansramil Hawkin balances it carefully in his one hand.

VAE:<font color="#000000">regardless, *pokes Swallowtail*

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Butter n' toast. Soup, eggs...

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Purple Mushroom...

* Swallowtail rolls over and blinks at Miron. &quot;... Si.&quot;

* Swallowtail ducks under the blankets and yawns.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d100 = 93&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Weather time...

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">C'mon rain.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah, at least someone.. no. This time it wasn't bad.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is cold.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;A bit chilly, perhaps.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Amaya is a warm place, right?&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;More warm than here.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well.. I guess Castleton is more warm than here, too. The Veld is beautiful, but it gets cold as a Gelugon's arse.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Speaking of.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas steps out into the chilly courtyard and folds his arms. He doesn't seem to mind the cold.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Should I be stirring this soup with a spear because it's too hot to serve right now? |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Are the two priests still going at the consecration spell?

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Sszeyl gains built in hot and cold serving settings!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Guah, can't log into Tangledweb. One moment.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor has, in the meantime, finished putting on his underwear, studded leather, robes and mantle.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Hm.. it isn't giving me any issues.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Oh no.

Miron:<font color="#000000">He pores through his prayerbook for a while, then gets up, bot not before giving one last look to Sszeyl's painting.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;See you in the kitchen, Swallowtail.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I logged out when I reset my cache with the 'net issues, and forgot my password. Sorry, one moment. :B

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Miron fawns over his paintaing of old dead white people before telling Swallowtail to get in the kitchen. Braxton falls: Omniconservatives.

* Teeny Rin is bricked away!

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Who the fuck was impersonating Rin I dunno whether to punch you or hug you

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's a mystery. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Because now I can't shake the mental image of Miron as a Fox News announcer.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=_=; Well apparently the priests are lagging or lost their passwords or something!

Meany:<font color="#000000">&quot;Reporter Steelsprocket?&quot;

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

Meany:<font color="#000000">&quot;Before we start, I just need to tell you. Your globe in the opening?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#000000">'Yes?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's spinning the wrong way.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Snow begins to fall from a sky dark with clouds as the sun rises, and a bard begins to play... &#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 13 + 20 = 33&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I saw that scene in the actual episode.

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

Meany:<font color="#000000">&quot;....SON OF A -&quot; We are currently having technical issues.

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

* Thomas Lazarus brightens a bit. :3 !

VAE:<font color="#000000">And there it is. Miron votes for GOP, Tom votes for Democrats, and they get along just fine. Take an example ,dear citizens *brick'd so hard*

Meany:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl doesn't vote.

Meany:<font color="#000000">He runs for president.

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yep!

VAE:<font color="#000000">which is why I'm still laughing

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron would be totally a NRA member, too.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">This further reinforces the notion that Republicans and Dems are evil and good aligned. *bricked*

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

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

Zachary Alfarson:<font color="#000000">The priests are still praying. Zachary looks a bit tired, but the thinner, more sickly Olidamarran is looking like he's fighting a quiet struggle to stay upright. Someone's come by and draped blankets over both of them -- Zach's is laying on the ground, forgotten after a grandiose gesture.

* Thomas Lazarus frowns a bit, despite the victory and pleasant scene. &quot;...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He sits down on his knees, and falls into morning prayer.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">It is too cold to get up. *brick'd*

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Fine. =w=;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good Morning, Senior Analyst Thorngage!&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good morning, Swan Song.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Swallowtail will be played by Liatai today.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;So..is it done?&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good morning, inquisitor.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd asks tom

Meany:<font color="#000000">Incidentally.

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">When I was going to bed, she was still awake.. and when I'm getting up, she's up already. Such precision, efficiency I.. how does she do it?

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm afraid not. It's a long spell.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#000000">If Sszeyl ever did get elected president.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But not much longer.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;How much longer?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#000000">His reaction to the fiscal cliff thing would be throat punching.

Meany:<font color="#000000">For all of congress.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;By the time they began it yesterday.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">He kicked them down the fiscal cliff

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm going to prepare some magic to ease their burden.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Any further orders, Senior Analyst? And. .. have you had a look at the report perchance?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good morning Swallowtail.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl waves a flaming hand.

Sszeyl: <font color="#000000">&quot;I don't know how to turn them off.&quot; =w=

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't know whether we should push the matters upstairs, and if so, how soon.&quot;

* Gradia Thorngage holds up the report. &quot;I have. As soon as we are able, I plan to forward it to the command.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;... What you do?&quot; =3=;

* Gamal-Junayd makes sure everyone has food. then heads upstairs and taking 10..jumps up from the balcony to the roof. (Climb Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+16 = 2 + 16 = 18&#160;  &#187;) and then attempts to pull himself up

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Understood. Anything else. . .Oh. Senior Analyst Thorngage. .. one of our captives appears to not have been possessed, but a Hextorian priest proper.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Friction, ingition source, bound the fire to life energy...&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">that get me on the roof top okay?

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I assume we should proceed with an interrogation as soon as possible, as information can be vital to our progress.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also it's kind of late, but I would have proposed Heal instead of Geas/Quest for Miron. Both for, well, healing, and for wtfobliterating undead.

VAE:<font color="#000000">well, it is rather late.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Heal/Harm can't be accessed by spontaneous conversion, afterall.

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( On the other hand. ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well... I guess it'll come from an ancient source known as spellbooks.

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( Harm is a good way to get assholes to stop talking. ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">as in, later, when there's time and other things.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MlWN7n4u_Kk

VAE:<font color="#000000">and I figured that G/Q can be extremely useful in certain situation ,so a good thing to have in reserve

Gamal-Junayd whispers: so does an 18 climb after a jump up get me on the roof?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I don't like it, personally.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;As soon as the temple is secure, we shall.&quot;

You whisper to Railock: Yep.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It doesn't actually force the victim to do a damn thing. It's only going to bully weasels with no resources into obeying it. Hardened agents or rich people can get out of it no problem.

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

* Swallowtail inspects. &quot;... Tried putting hands in water?&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd gets up on top of the roof, stretches for a bit, and sees what he can see. anyone out in front of the temple? any strange noises this early in the morning? (Listen Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 18 + 1 = 19&#160;  &#187;) (Spot Check : &#171;  &#160;1d20+0 = 20 + 0 = 20&#160;  &#187;)

VAE:<font color="#000000">G/Q. . . the effects of it, damage etc don't matter

VAE:<font color="#000000">I think the key bit was that unless forced, the subject will not of themselves take an action that runs counter to the orders

VAE:<font color="#000000">even with Lesser G/Q

VAE:<font color="#000000">as in, IIRC the wording of it was constructed that way.

* Dr. Hatari shrugs.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl dunks his hand in the water pail, and while it does steam up, the hand is still on fire when he pulls it out. =3=;

You whisper to Railock: It seems oddly quiet. The small forces that were stationed outside last night are still there, and appear to be gearing up.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I think bullying the poor and under resourced is right up mirons ally so....

VAE:<font color="#000000">(I exploited it for a bit of fluff back when I was running Kebre, I remember it that way)

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;.... I... do not know, then.&quot; ^^;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Choke on a rothe dick, Gamal.

* Gamal-Junayd comes back to the hole and shouts down. &quot;Thomas!&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Incidentally, you've seen this person use that technique a couple times.

* Thomas Lazarus flinches and looks up. &quot;..Yes?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you, Senior Analyst. I shall get to it as soon as possible.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">What technique, choking on a rothe dick?

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">SANDOR. :E

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">in a more normal voice. &quot;Prepare the front doors. doesn't look good out there. I think they may be getting ready to take action. See if you can get shankfang up here.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd then goes about setting up a rope for other, less agile people to get up on top of hte building.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well, shit. I don't suppose Tom has gotten his hour of prayer in, has he?

* Altonor looks up. &quot;Sounds like our cue.&quot; Tom, you've gotten your hour of prayer.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">\o/

Masabel:<font color="#000000">Bamf! Masabel appears in a puff of darkness next to Gamal.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Stand back everyone.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">I'm going to try.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">we...need a roof level on the map! haha

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">PHILOSOPHY.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">\o/

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Any further orders, Senior Analyst?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl focuses for a minute, then...sucks the flames into his mouth, and swallows.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not currently. Go and prepare. There may yet be difficulty this morning.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom stands with a frown and marches ahead. &quot;...&quot; He stops briefly and taps Zachary and Martin on the shoulders with spells. A white flash and a few sparkles overtake them. And they're cured of.......

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Had to ask, what would the dragon do.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm...we should get as many archers and the like as we can up here.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">WWVD.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">http://dndtools.eu/spells/miniatures-handbook--75/panacea--1957/

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;As ordered. Permission to leave.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">All that bullshit!

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">It is a school to live by.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">Permission granted.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">*&quot;Permission granted.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">And off the inquisitor goes, to get some breakfast

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">to Masabel &quot;I'll be back. shout out if trouble comes before I'm back&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Where's the temple mess hall again?

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">what would miron say...if he knew breakfast was inspired by what altonor asked for

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">North of the fountain.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">There isn't really any. There's a kitchen, and everyone pretty much eats wherever. :B

* Gamal-Junayd heads around. first stop, aelian

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're good with a bow, you might want to take the rope to the roof. just in case.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd looks over at rae rae

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well ,yes

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">With the ritual casters refreshed and relieved of their fatigue, Thomas heads to the main temple doors.

* Altonor taps the broom handle on the ground, and a horse suddenly springs up from the floor.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Perhaps you could provide some ranged support as well. It'd be best if we hit as many as possible to keep the preassure on the door light.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">I just have little idea where the hell it is

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

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come on, old man.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm..you as well tathi. Artillery support could be key if they attack.&quot;

Viceth:<font color="#000000">&quot;After you, whippersnapper.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd heads to the other raidrs, sees them on the pegasus, and nods

* Altonor nods back, discarding the broom handle.

VAE:<font color="#000000">. . . which floor

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom frowns hard and cracks the doors only enough to --

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">those are cauldrons

* Gamal-Junayd knocks on the doors of thsoe sleeping

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's right there |D;;

* VAE facepaws like a faillynx

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">A handful of other Macers approach to back up Thomas.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom frowns hard and cracks the doors only enough to spy the street outside.

Miron:<font color="#000000">And.. the inquisitor shows up for breakfast. &quot;Morning,&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">... I feel like I missed the &quot;white hair only&quot; invitation.&quot; *BRICK'D*

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">specially vonain and gnoggle. but I think glitch is sleeping

Miron:<font color="#000000">*to Sszeyl, mainly*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; I swear to Pelor if it's that red-headed man again.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd stops by swallow on the way up

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Care to join us on the roof? we could use sharp eyes like your's&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl hands Miron some soup, toast, mushroom, and a hard boiled egg.

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: There are only a handful of guards out there, aside from the ones guarding the temple itself from attack. They seem to be waking up and girding for some sort of combat.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're welcome.&quot;

Dr. Hatari whispers: Sorry; whose guards? :B

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now that Swan Song's hands are not on fire, yes.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Sszeyl.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">This is your conscience, Sszeyl.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Grab the Canian ice spear, Sszeyl.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And?

Miron:<font color="#000000">*chews on.* &quot;Those mushrooms are. . . interesting. Not bad.. but not like anything I remember eating. And hell is my witness, I had to scrape off many sorts of mold from rations.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sszeyel..try and not burn the house down. It looks like we have an army out there ready to do it for us. And they are gearing up to start something.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miron. Tom may need your aid at the front gate.&quot;

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: Sorry. x3 There are a number of guards that have defected to your side; they're out there, and have been out there all night. However, there are a handful of soldiers left over from those that were originally attacking the temple, still watching it. Those soldiers are girding for combat. Allied guards = ready, enemy guards = preparing.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">And see what happens~ sputter steam and unholy water everywhere all the time?

Teeny Rin:<font color="#9933FF">This is you conscience, Sszeyl.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#9933FF">I am a waffle iron.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#9933FF">Wakka wakka wakka.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;With your magic, you might be useful on the roof, but most of the people you'd rather not be seen with are heading up there, so I think for the best you back tom up at the front door.&quot;

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

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Front gate it is then. None shall pass.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">*Suddenly, bricks*

* Gamal-Junayd then heads on to the rope and shimmies up.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He lets the doors fall closed. &quot;It looks like the leftover loyalist soldiers are getting ready for a fight. But I don't see any commanders or fiends..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Ladymen.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm going to ask Gamal and the others if they've spied anything.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;They are on the roof.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd arrives with the others. do shankfang, vonain and gnoggle show up? And rae rae tathi and aelian?

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you guys see anything up there?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl seems...really fluid today. Even though he has red around the eyes.

* Gamal-Junayd sees if he can spot any leaders or targets of high priority. he scans the skies above as welll as the ranks (Spot Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+0 = 12 + 0 = 12&#160;  &#187;)

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I've switched my spells around a bit. Not quite the sheer destructive output I was looking for, but more effective against fiends.&quot;

* Martin Sawyer looks much steadier on his feet after the spell. The volume of Zach's chant increases -- you assume that's a good thing.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well hopefully there will be some around, and not just troops en mass as it appears. Can anyone spot their leaders?&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not down here.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd looks around at all the keen sensed elves on the roof with him

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor polishes off the rest of his meal. &quot;Saint Cuthbert, give us the strength to last through this, and bring those who have defiled the name of your faithful with their heresy to just punishment. Give us the will to stand through whatever we shall face without breaking. Grant us the fires of holy anger with which to burn them. Shield us with your holy radiance and set us alight.&quot;

You whisper to Railock: None. There aren't really a huge mass of troops out there, either; a squad or three, at best.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Also.

Gamal-Junayd whispers: aww. but no real leaders seen?

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">All of you lawful folk?

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Spot check to note enemy positions, DM?

You whisper to Railock: Nope.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You can if you want.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">'If you want'. Ha, you so silly.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 18 + 13 = 31&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; spot

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">If you have holy texts of Lawful dieties, or images of them, those and lawful holy symbols light up near Sszeyl.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well, don't get antsy and do anything rash. They're not going to randomly storm the temple for no reason. They're trying to maintain an image, afterall. They'll speak first.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And weakly pull toward him.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; They love speaking.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi's the darkest one in the room. *BRICK'D*

You whisper to Ghostwish: There aren't really a lot of enemy troops out there, and you can't see the leaders. The temple's forces far outnumber the enemy's.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor stands next to Sszeyl. . . and soon enough he's glowing like a church on Coronation Day.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;When they do start speaking, do you want to let them finish?&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or can I impale them?&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Strange. It's like this is a token force or something. There's no leaders, and we outnumber them.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;So they aren't just hiding where I can't see them then?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well, good. Maybe this is just to keep us complacent. We'll see..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Just sit tight. We'll have the ritual secure in a few hours.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">As the dawn draws closer, you can hear a faint rumble of thunder in the distance, even as the snow falls more thickly.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Ada, we should just waste them, here and now..&quot; Tathi says tersely.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let them finish. Impalement, while a reasonable punishment for heresy, is not to be done before their trial.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl looks upward and smells.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">*said with a grin*

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that thunder? Is the weather changing or...is that some trick of their's?&quot;

Raerarael:<font color="#000000">&quot;Much as I'd like to, if we attack first, they'll seize the opportunity, and put Mother Selaren at risk.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thunder and snow?&quot; :.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Aelian glances up.. &quot;That.. is not natural.&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;No dobut there are townsfok watching. We wouldn't want them thinking that those out there were right abuot the temple, now do we?&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Anyone foolish enough to be decieved by this thin layer of authority possesses opinions as worthless as their very existances. One cannot travel through life, so full of visions, as blind as a bat.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Actually -- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thundersnow

* Liatai is brick'd.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yet soo many do.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Right, is this weather natural? XP

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 1 + 7 = 8&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; knowledge nature!

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

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">YANOPE.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, Miron. Sleep well?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">NO IDEA. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sure better than Count Montclaire, judging from what's out there.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did you hear the story yet?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;What happens to the Count if he is doing this knowingly?&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;No, somebody didn't tell me yet.&quot; &gt;:P

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">county*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;He will get hanged.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's simple. After my spell wasn't enough. Tomiko closed the portal.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Will there be a new noble family, or will an extended relative gain control?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;By whacking it with a door.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's a little harsh, Tathi. Not everyone is us Regular people live here. They live under this town's rulership; it's their home, their jobs, and they're powerless to oppose it on their own. So many have joined us just from breaking the gate.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;An adamantine door.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;She ripped from an altar of Laduguer.&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- What?!&quot; XD

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You should have seen that gelugon's face.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot; Focus. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It'll be the laughing stock of Ba-&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I don't care about the powerless, those are the ones we're here to protect! I'm talking about the ones who would be foolish enough to believe the powers that be are rightfully there!&quot;

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

* Thomas Lazarus sighs. &quot;..Who knows what's going on in their heads. This town is full of magic and deception.&quot;

* Katie quietly begins to pray as the sun continues to rise, resting her hands on the fountain.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I suppose this particular moment would not be the best ever for talking you into putting a L.M.S. headquarters in your colony |D

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">And that's how Thomas was used as a missile against the enemy.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Every time you use the word colony.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">I think ants.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">With Tathi as the queen ant.

GM:<font color="#000000">The sky rumbles with thunder even more as the appointed hour approaches, and the snow falls thicker...

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">With a huge ass the size of a minivan.;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">That spits out babies.

Miron:<font color="#000000">I think beta-haemolytic streptococci

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Constantly.

* Gamal-Junayd keeps an eye out. scanning the skies and roofs of nearby buildings as well as the visible threat

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">What the actual fuck, Sszeyl.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Which is funny because I shouldn't even know about them.

GM:<font color="#000000">The wind picks up, swirling the flakes through the courtyard.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*rushes to shield the mental image from the children D|*

Miron:<font color="#000000">Yet, Tathi and her kin remind me of them so much

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Knowledge check time. What can Tathi do to figure this madness out, DM?

You whisper to Ghostwish: Nature. Possibly even religion.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 7 + 9 = 16&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; Knowledge, nature!

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+18 = 18 + 18 = 36&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; knowledge religion!

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi closes her eyes briefly.. and opens her mind to the wealth of knowledge within. Loremaster check. &#171; &#160;1d20+10+5 = 5 + 10 + 5 = 20&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; knoweldge check, much like bardic knowledge, on various topics.

You whisper to Ghostwish: Isn't thunder often associated with some god... a fist and a lightning bolt?

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Wait a moment. This couldn't be.. could it?&quot; Tathi says, peering up at the sky.

Teeny Rin:<i><font color="#FF0000">&quot;I left the windows down.&quot;

</i>Miron:<font color="#000000">Wealth of knowledge. . . the only time a sliver of knowledge crosses your head is when someone whacks you with a book, Tathi

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm...is their any magic that could keep the snow off us and keep a clean line of sight out the front? If it gets thicker, we won't be able to be of much use up here. Won't be able to aim worth a damn.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Someone's jelly~

* Gamal-Junayd is looking utterly miserable shivering in the cold on the roof

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Ohey.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Look.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">A drow in the snow.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Mordenkainen's Tiny Hut, or maybe Windwall?

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Just sitting there.

* Kep'salion holds his wings over Gamal and the nearest people's heads.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Quick! Do we have anyone here who follows Heironeous?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;H--ah--Anise does..&quot; :.

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">she's downstairs

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

Zachary Alfarson:<font color="#000000">The chant draws to a crescendo, and the fountain begins to glow --

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Get her up here.&quot; She says.

* Thomas Lazarus flinches, nods, and turns for the entrance.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey Tom, what's --&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;--Come with me, right now.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus tows her back to the fountain!

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">COME WITH ME.

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's going on?&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">IF YOU WANT TO LIVE.

Miron:<font color="#000000">And Miron takes the leftover space at the entrance.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He just shakes his head, looking equally lost.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Anise! How well versed are you in the aspects of the Valiant?&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You want me to just jump you up there?&quot; =3=;

* Roy Stanford looks aside to Miron, and then back to the door. &quot;... Should they charge, step to your right and use your magic. We will cover you.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;So we don't have to shout our strategy where the enemy might here?&quot;

Anise Berilan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aspects?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">theres a rope going down from the roof

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Yes! Look, and listen!&quot; She says, pointing up at the sky.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Herionsious is lawful right? :V

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Understood, Lieutenant. Though, if it came to that, I can withstand a tad more than you would expect.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Look at dat glowy gravity fluff.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Heironeous*?

Miron: <font color="#0">(( I got probably higher HP than you, yo. ))

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">106. Sorry.

Miron: <font color="#0">(( No matter. I'm still one HD below. SOON ))

Martin Sawyer:<font color="#000000">The lantern archons flit around the fountain, and the chanting priests make several gestures in unison. Silver dust begins to evaporate into the air, hanging over the fountain in a dense cloud.

Martin Sawyer:<font color="#000000">With three -- accented -- syllables! The Kordite and Olidamarran stop gesturing and chanting. Silence falls over the courtyard.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">And then Miron farts.

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

Katie:<font color="#000000">&quot;..... Did it.... work?&quot; The fountain is still glowing, and the cloud of silver dust is still hovering over the water.

Tathi:<i><font color="#9933FF">Sweet geezus the smell! Ritual ruined!

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Way to ruin the ambience Miron.

Miron:<font color="#000000">That wasn't me! I've been framed!

* Thomas Lazarus looks up at the skies pensively. &quot;...&quot;

Martin Sawyer:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm... not entirely sure.&quot;

Martin Sawyer:<font color="#000000">&quot;Normally the silver disappears --&quot;

Ball of Light 6:<font color="#000000">&quot;LOOK OUT!!!&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">This person staggers out of bed with mussed-up hair. She rubs an eye and looks down into the courtyard, at like twenty fazes gawking upwards in awe.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Hey guys what's going on--&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">That's it. First obstructing the Braxton Falls branch, and now, blaming farts on them. Roy Stanford, you are unworthy of the title of Acting Commander *brick'd*

GM: <font color="#000000">CRACK!!!!!!

GM:<font color="#000000">A bolt of lightning BLASTS down from the sky, striking the fountain dead-on and filling the temple with blinding light!

* Gamal-Junayd runs over to the balcony edge to look down. &quot;Keep an eye on all of them, I'll see waht's up&quot;

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

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;W-Z-FU!&quot; She jolts back striking surprised poses. &gt;|O

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">Augh, my eyes

</i>Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Tiamat's three arses&quot; ...

* Thomas Lazarus shields his face with an arm!

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor is rubbing his eyes frantically.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl hisses and covers his eyes.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm blind.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">A wave of snow is driven before a blast of wind, filling the whole courtyard with dizzy flurries. When the spots fade from your eyes, you notice that things are not quite the same as they were at the fountain.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">yells down &quot;Is that good, bad, were screwed, a call to counter attack, were under attack, run for the hills WHAT? What did that strike mean?&quot;

Miron:<i><font color="#000000">Notice? I still can't see.

</i>GM:<font color="#000000">Namely, it's steaming, and there seem to be... markings on it. The silver dust has vanished without a trace, leaving behind gleaming silver symbols seared into the very stone.

GM:<font color="#000000">Everyone who was near the fountain has been blown back a few feet.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did it work? Was the rituyal perverted? what?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Yes. The ritual was perverted.

Miron:<font color="#000000">It ended in an orgy.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl waves his hands blindly.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Luckily I'm standing next to these guys and not the dwarves.

Katie:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is everyone all right?!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Still blind.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#000000">Arooooooo. The snowdrift has green ears.

* Gamal-Junayd calls back to the others on the roof &quot;Did that attract any movement from the squads? are they still getting ready or has that confused them?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Gn-- Yes.&quot; He shakes his head and blinks with wide eyes a few times.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Phew! Does it do that every year??&quot;

Katie:<font color="#000000">&quot;No -- I've never seen it do that before.&quot; She cautiously creeps closer to the fountain. &quot;..... Or those.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;When does the blindness wear off?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just keep blinking, I guess --&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Careful, miss.&quot; He raises a hand and approaches.

Altonor:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't know, I can't see a damned thing.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aren't you supposed to be adapted to this stuff?&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">In the center of the fountain, beneath the water, the shining silver symbol of Pelor can be seen, looking up... but that's not the only symbol to be seen. On the edges of the fountain, northwest, northeast, southeast, southwest... the symbols of Kord, Saint Cuthbert, Heironeous, Olidamarra.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">A lightning stroke through heavy snow would blind the fuck out of a human.

* Thomas Lazarus seems a bit confused.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi's on the railing above, smirking. &quot;Well, I had heard of the divine pact, but to see Heironeous answer prayers in place of Pelor? Very interesting. I wonder what favors were exchanged?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; What's this..? An intervention from the gods?&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Other, much smaller and duller symbols can be seen closer to the ground on the outside of the fountain; Corellon, Alobal, Moradin, Ehlonna... It seems like there's a symbol for most of the deities who have worshipers present, if not all.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I didn't remember what Olidamarra's symbol was for a second. So I was just picturing the scene utterly seriously, with snow flurries and magic aglow. Except one symbol was the trollface.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">*snrk*

VAE:<font color="#000000">What of vandria

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

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">but is there one for the atheists present?! *bricked*

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">A raised middle finger.

VAE:<font color="#000000">A cosmic fuck you

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

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">What do you think the framed picture of Nikola Tesla is for?

VAE:<font color="#000000">An invisible pink unicorn

VAE:<font color="#000000">that was the common one.

Katie:<font color="#000000">&quot;... A sign... It must be. &quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">At least, the slovak atheist board I used to frequent used IPU

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think we've just been shown a sign of support. Now...shall we see if were going to need it?&quot; he goes back to check on the squads outside. (Spot Check : &#171; &#160;1d20+0 = 7 + 0 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;)

* Zachary Alfarson whoops and salutes to the sky. &quot;Our pleasure!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Still blind.&quot;

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

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">The serenity and awe of those assembled below is rather interrupted by a thunderous BOOM of this person dropping to the ground from a floor up.

VAE:<font color="#000000">http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/cb/Invisible_pink_unicorn.svg/220px-Invisible_pink_unicorn.svg.png

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

* Thomas Lazarus sighs in relief.

VAE:<font color="#000000">that's our holy symbol

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Why didn't she4 crash through the floor into the basement?

GM:<font color="#000000">The wind has died down now, and the thunder has disappeared, leaving only gently falling snow.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi smirks, kneeling down and running a finger over the symbol of Alobal. &quot;So I suppose this means we have an audience, doesn't it?&quot;

* Tomiko Lazarus stands, straightens her hair, and looks around blearily.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So did it work?&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Curious.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron's eyes, though still red and tearing, have actually stopped seeing giant flecks of indescribable colours instead of the usual room's contents.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl is just straight up blind.

Ball of Light 5:<font color="#000000">&quot; It worked -- it worked well. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;So that'd be for the consecration, I guess.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Pelor, of course, the largest... this is his temple.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus rests his hands on the fountain -- gently, reverently -- and leans over to stare at the inscriptions. &quot;...&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Kord and Olidamarra... the two priests conducting the ritual, and two of the largest factions present, along with the Cuthbertine Leaden Mace.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">. . . There are worshippers of Hextor in the temple. Does it mean their symbol gets added?

* VAE bric'd

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl flexes his arm, causing Vandria's Shield to pulse inresponse to Her symbol being scribed so near.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No. XD The Neutral and Good deities, I should say.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Somewhere you can hear the sigh of a disappointed priest, locked upstair

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

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;... But if Inquisitor Berilan is the only Heironean present... why is his symbol among the larger ones?&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">And I'm losing coherency, am I? Tea. Need tea

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I am pretty sure that it is Heironious himself that delivered this blessing.&quot; Tathi comments, standing up.

GM:<font color="#000000">I'm glad you asked, Lyle.

VAE:<font color="#000000">because Anise secretly an avatar of Heironeous, who has taken up crossdressing.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Why crossdressing? Avatars can be either gender.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">I'm pretty sure Anise is dressed as a man to begin with.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Maybe that was the joke. :P

VAE:<font color="#000000">Maybe :3

Gamal-Junayd whispers: what are the squads doing in the wake of that bolt from the heavens?

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

GM:<font color="#000000">A clarion call sounds through the air -- two ascending brass notes, a short blast followed by a long one that descends.

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

You whisper to Railock: They seem confused, unsure of what to do.

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- I know that sound!&quot; :o

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's that? Attack?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Anyone who's been to any sort of military parade or national function can likely recognize it, too. &quot;That trumpet call -- Wolf-riders! The kingdom's wolf-riders!&quot; Ed tries to climb the rope to the roof.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, that's good.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus starts. &quot;Wha -- I hadn't..&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus bites lip. Clenches fist.

* Gamal-Junayd calls out to those confused people milling out and about

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Miracle, yo. =w=

* Thomas Lazarus tries to overcome the Feels. *bricked*

* Edaric clambers up, scanning the horizon with the roof crew -- &quot;Do you see 'em?&quot; :D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The blindness has worn off even for the drow by now. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait.. no.. it sounds like..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hextor's six dicks, that's it.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The army. It's over.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ael! C'mon! Let's see where they are!&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">Aelian races upstairs, and has a look.

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 14 + 13 = 27&#160; <font color="#9933FF">&#187; spot

* Thomas Lazarus shakily releases a long breath, and clutches the hold symbol at his neck.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;They'll mop up the rest of the heretic scum. It's fucking over. Fuck! Fuck yes!&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;All of you. Your leaders, pets of devils, have abandoned you after the gate letting devils come through freely has closed. Your service to them has been founded on the lie that they were malconvokers and not simply tools of devils. Reinforcements have come for those who withstood corruption, and the gods themselves have just blessed those of us here. Lay down your arms and you will be treated fairly, We know many of you were simply following oders of those you thought rightfully in power&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus offers a silent prayer.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">that's yelled out from the roof

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Outside of town, you can see the hunting wolf banners, coming through the town's main gate -- a second trumpet blast sounds. The people of the town cautiously open their shutters to look outside.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl walks a bit forward, hitting the bench.

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhnUgAaea4M

* Teeny Rin is bricked away!!

Aelian:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Ha ha! They're here!&quot; Aelian says, pointing.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Steel Shepherds of Winterhold.&quot; The lieutenant, at long last, allows his shoulders to relax.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Winterhold.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; Tom finishes his prayer at long last.

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( Do they have a mage's college? :B ))

Ghostwish: <font color="#9933ff">(( winterhold is a common name, yo. ))

Guardsman 9:<font color="#000000">The guards look around at each other -- and then there's a sudden clatter of weapons falling to the ground. &gt;.&gt;;;;;

* Thomas Lazarus opens his eyes. &quot;..Now that this place is finally safe..&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( And that matters why? ))

Ghostwish: <font color="#9933ff">(( because your joke was bad and you should feel bad. ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's walk outside. I'd like to see the sun with my own eyes, and speak with our cavalry.&quot; He smiles.

* Gamal-Junayd drops down...outside the building. landing easily froma 20 foot drop like it's nothing. and approaches the guards, arms folded over, weapons sheathed. &quot;Lay down your arms, and come forward with hands in the air. We will ensure that you are treated fairly. You will be checked for any devils hiding and trying to bide your time, and cleansed if this is such. The time to cleans this town of corruption is over.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What are we to do now, Lieutenant?&quot;

Soldier 1:<font color="#000000">You can see soldiers spreading out into the streets, and the shrieks of devils being struck down.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">Sheythsanthi smirks, pulling the brim of his hat slightly over his face. &quot;And so the cavalry arrives.&quot;

* Gamal-Junayd calls out &quot;Thomas! Can you check these guards for any corruption that might be trying to hide detection?&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus strides outside. &gt;:3 !

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;You do that.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm going to stay here.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I mean. . . it's over. The army has took over for us.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Dang, Glitch is going to be mad he missed this. I'd kind of hoped Serrierr would have been there. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;And try to find something to edeal with the blindness.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( Blame Ram for being too entertaining. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( And not showing up either. :T ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He could have been, but we ought not stop a eight+ person game for having social plans they choose over the session.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;... We await orders.&quot; For once, he looks relieved.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He'll just have to man up and deal. :B

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Understood. I .. Permission to summon Senior Analyst Thorngage.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ha haaaaa aaaa..&quot; 

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; Yeah I'll probably just keep out of sight for now.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=w=;;;

* Roy Stanford nods.

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">The high elf rolls her eyes. &quot;Too many warrants, Tommy?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh look, there's Igor. :O

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, Archons? Anyone have something for blindness?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor rushes downstairs.

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

Ball of Light 6:<font color="#000000">Er... Sszeyl the blindness has worn off. :P

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">She said it wore off, McEmbellishment. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( Has it =3= ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( I don't remember when Light Blindness induced blindness wears off. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#0">(( I really forget to put those -1s in alot. ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Senior Analyst Thorngage. Inquisitor Steelsprocket reporting. You must follow me upstairs at once.&quot;

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Twice as long as it takes for normal human eyes to adjust is the rule of thumb.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;The Steel Shepherds of Winterhold have arrived and are cleansing the taint as we speak.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Over?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl looks out.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;You will likely be required if any of their representatives decides to visit.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">RED X.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">NOOOOO

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is over. We have won.&quot;

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

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; You just watch that smart mouth of yours, comrade.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;There are higher powers in charge now.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">She lights her pipe.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">IT'S THE COMMANDER TOO.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">NOOOOOOOO

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">most of them are 1 hd. thomas, we can take em

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I loaded all tokens fine.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">I see em all fine

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And they're bad-asses.

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Why? Might be fun to stir up a little trouble for you.&quot; She says with a catfaced smirk.

VAE:<font color="#000000">where did Miron disappear?

VAE:<font color="#000000">and I have one red X

VAE:<font color="#000000">Shepherd Commander

VAE:<font color="#000000">right, found him

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Don't make me pluck your earrings and toss your ass in a tavern.&quot; She sours considerably and stalks off, steely gaze set to the doors.

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Better a tavern than a jail cell.&quot; She says, still smirking.

* Thomas Lazarus meanwhile offers a salute.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I cannot tell you.. how good it is to see that banner.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The short inquisitor, in the meantime, leads his superior upstairs, apparently just in time to meet the delegation

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

</i>Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi heads up front, smiling.

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

</i>Meany:<font color="#000000">Be back in a minute.

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

</i>VAE:<font color="#000000">I dc/rc to force a reload

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Shepherd commander is still a red X

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron: The short inquisitor, in the meantime, leads his superior upstairs, apparently just in time to meet the delegation Was there anything said after this?

Shepherd Commander:<font color="#000000">The army makes its way to the temple doors, and a shout is heard from outside; &quot;Hail, defenders!&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Dangit, and he's the talker, too. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">DC won't work. The only way I can ever fix it is to close client completely, upload campaign file, then connect.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Otherwise it'll just cache the bad image for you forever.

* VAE headdesk

VAE:<font color="#000000">How clever of maptool

VAE:<font color="#000000">hm lia

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">could load another campaign file, then reconnect to server.

VAE:<font color="#000000">maybe try changing his picture

VAE:<font color="#000000">then change it back again

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, that sounds better

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">that'd force a change.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tried that before, doesn't work, but I'll try.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, oh, become mink!

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

* Gamal-Junayd bows. and wonders if theres any more of the bread egg and cheese concoctions he made this morning. Or if he's gonna have to go back into the kitchens to keep this new batch of people fed well

VAE:<font color="#000000">he's mink allright

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You could make him a new image that's just slightly different crop?

VAE:<font color="#000000">and X again

VAE:<font color="#000000">Fuck you too, Maptool

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'd have to find the old image.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Meh, not a big deal.

VAE:<font color="#000000">or copy the pic under a diferent name

VAE:<font color="#000000">and yeah

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">not a big deal.

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

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's labeled Tauroneo in my image folder.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Dat mustache.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">http://s9.postimage.org/egym2b1vj/theman.jpg

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Use your imagination from there, D&amp;D player.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">right ,thanks

* Ghostwish snoops Hatari's toolbar.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">What is that madness between warframe and maptool?

VAE:<font color="#000000">That works. Because a single red X led my imagination only towards X-rated items

* VAE brick'd

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Are they here yet?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Random bullshit I don't like to resort to my desktop for clicking on. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">&gt;:P

Scarred Old Wolf:<font color="#000000">Four large wolves and their riders lead the group; the soldiers fan out to help process the prisoners.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, wait, that.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That's Tera. I downloaded it last night because Kragun is trying it.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Haven't even played it yet.

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

Zachary Alfarson:<font color="#000000">The Kordites, as usual, have been raising a celebratory ruckus, and a cheer goes up from inside the temple.

VAE:<font color="#000000">As an aside

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I feel genuinely proud to be a Kellon if our elite forces all ride wolves like this. |D

VAE:<font color="#000000">Steel Shepherds.. . basically, our arses got saved by a Space Marine chapter ,opping out the invasion

VAE:<font color="#000000">*mopping up, infestation

* VAE getting incoherent

Shepherd Knight:<font color="#000000">&quot;Drow, sir.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl waves.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom quickly raises a hand, &quot;Wait.&quot;

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">And Hatari I second that.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Dr. Hatari: I feel genuinely proud to be a Kellon if our elite forces all ride wolves like this. |D

* Shepherd Commander nods. &quot;The reports mentioned drow. Be alert, but not accusatory.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;The situation here has been.. complicated. They're friends. They've been helping us the entire time.&quot; ^^;;;;;

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">The ranger does a quick check about. Where'd those drow go?

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Hi.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">13, 24 for me.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Er 11, 20.

Firaira:<font color="#9933FF">You're not one of mine. Hush. &gt;:E

Shepherd Commander:<font color="#000000">&quot;We're aware, inquisitor. In fact, we have your organization to thank for that knowledge. We deployed as soon as we recieved the reports.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot; Hrm. So the Leaden Mace is good for something. &quot; Tathi mutters.

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">STAY STILL, MY HEART.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 16 + 5 = 21&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Listen

* Thomas Lazarus releases a held breath. &quot;..We found the source of the incursion, and managed to dismantle it last night. But Montclaire still has some loyalist diabolists and soldiers in his retinue.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fuck you too, Tathi.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Annnd there goes any respect they might have earned from me.&quot;

Sheythsanthi:<font color="#9933FF">Ohhhh Miron. You're in deep shit now.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We have prisoners of war and civilians alike in here. From all over the place. It's been a mess.&quot;

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;Like I give a lemure's arse about respect from you&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I'm not even Leaden Mace to Tathi. :(

Shepherd Commander:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fear not; that is why we're here. But first, who is in charge here, good inquisitor?&quot;

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are there more of you ensuring none escape the town?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Silly cleric. Law enforcement is for block heads!

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

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<i><font color="#FF0000">God.

</i>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I have to pick a side.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl turns to look at one of the templars.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where did Miss Katie go again?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Truth be told, sir? She's being detained by enemy forces.&quot; Tathi butts in.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">You didn't forget the high priestess, did you, Thomas? :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">She's dead to us.

Sszeyl:<font color="#000000">DEAD.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">&quot;No one really at the moment. The head priestess was but...she went with them to let us have a chance.&quot;

* Thomas Lazarus nods hesitantly. &quot;... Acting Commander Roy Stanford has been commanding the local uncorrupted Mace agents. Sister Katie has been directing operations in the temple.. since.. they took Mother Selaren.&quot; He scowls.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Right now I would say it's between Roy here, Thomas for us, the Vigilant Guardians, and I'm not sure who's leading the Kordites.&quot;

Tomiko Lazarus:<i><font color="#FF0000">Leading?

</i>VAE:<font color="#000000">Is there anyone?/

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">That implies any Kordite is ''following. \o/''

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot; Do they even have leadership or do they just bum-rush everything? &quot;

* Roy Stanford steps forward, and bows. &quot;Steel Shepherds of Winterhold. It is an honor. There are many factions present under this roof, but the high priestess of the temple is currently detained, to the best of our knowledge, within the fortress itself. Sister Katherine has led the temple in her absence. She will be along presently.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Leading Kordites sounds like farting lillies

Zachary Alfarson:<font color="#000000">Party time, party time! |D

Meany:<font color="#000000">Damnit VAE.

Shepherd Commander:<font color="#000000">&quot;Smashing, sir. Lieutenant Roy Stanford of the Leaden Mace, I assume?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#000000">Can't stop watching GET MONEY

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

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Oh god he said smashing. Cool points going berzerk.

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

Meany:<font color="#000000">I am reading Shepherd Commander.

Meany:<font color="#000000">In Nigel Thornberry's voice.

Meany:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll do -this- with my hands!&quot;

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I'm cool with that.

Shepherd Commander:<font color="#000000">&quot;Smashing indeed. Let us finish rounding up these miscreants in the temple front yard, and then come inside to get to the truth of this and plan the next moves, shall we?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Want a further mindfuck? Shepherd Commander? Commander Shepherd.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Let's!&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">that's an obvious one, and meh.

Katie:<font color="#000000">&quot; -- Yes, sir, by all means!&quot;

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

GM:<font color="#000000">This seems like an excellent place to end the session, wouldn't you say? :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Count Montclaire still has atleast one Hextorean priest in his command -- who can scry. We ought to move quickly.&quot;

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Let's get noms rolling along! :D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I've no doubt they'll spy us within the hour.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">especially it being 5AM

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">no we can't end unless were charging int battle. attack the reinforcements! :P

Meany:<font color="#000000">Riddle me this.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">SUDDENLY I ATTACK THE WOLVES.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">OH. DUH. Firaira!

Meany:<font color="#000000">What do you do when you're a devil and the jig is up?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The Raiders went up to the roof.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Abandon host, get out of town, find a new city, start up again.

VAE:<font color="#000000">get the fuck out to Baator, I guess.

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

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">tom for oh gods don't make me choose a side

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seconding Tom for that

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Aren't incorporeal.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">They have bodies. They just shed them somewhere safe.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nomming Sszeyl for extended blind

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">And if they die, all of them dies.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">tl;dr they're fucked, jump the fence and run.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Of course since they can all teleport they can run pretty far. But still!

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">There's an extended nom of sorts, to the Steel Shepherds. The most tense batttle that never came

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">This ridiculously badass nameless party is evidence of Liatai's Pixiv addiction.

Dr. Hatari:<i><font color="#FF0000">What have I done.

</i>Meany:<font color="#000000">They're all Mounted Barbarians/Warblades.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Actually 6/8 images of those come from DeviantART. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">One's from .hack, and one's from Pixiv.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I figured they were elites, they get some spiffy tokens. x3

Miron: <font color="#000000">&quot;Senior Analyst. . .once this is over, perhaps the Shepherds can be of help &quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">Elite cavalry rank designation: You shall get identities.

Meany:<font color="#000000">They're elites, but they're all 10hd.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Whispered to her, of course.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Which is Sszeyl, the weakest party member's hd.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">10HD is incredible.

VAE:<font color="#000000">10 HD is great ,though not as rare in Akellon as elsewhere.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also keep in mind HD is not a strong metric of formidability.

Meany:<font color="#000000">True.

Meany:<font color="#000000">I mean look at all those 9hd monsters we brutally murdered.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Last week.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And the 12HD monsters that locked down the whole party.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Kind Boranel is like, 11.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Or 14.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Kind?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Or something I forget.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Is he like Blue PoPo?

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">what else to nom

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

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">Kind Boranel. The AU version. The real one's like level 20 =3= *brick'd!!!*

Meany:<font color="#000000">C'mon...

VAE:<font color="#000000">Stanford for &quot;Focus&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3 Actually if I recall right King Boranel's around level 10.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Just need four noms to be approved.

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

Meany:<font color="#000000">Tom for Fan Boyism.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well ,you got three from me today

VAE:<font color="#000000">Picture, Diagrammatic explanation, and extended blindness

Meany:<font color="#000000">...Shit. I have to rest eight hours to level up anyway. =3=;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Even though I don't necessarily agree with the fantastic focus and disciplinary pinnacle of ki-emanation being treated as an involuntary joke.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sszeyl for flamehands antics. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">Last cal!

GM:<font color="#000000">*call!

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seconding Tom for fanboyism, I guess.

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

Meany:<font color="#000000">Tathi for Trolololol Theme Music.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">We got rescued by the army elites, I can be glad they're here. D| D|

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Wait what theme music. |D

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#FF0000">Also my dad was a royal agent for a while

<font color="#FF0000"> BUT STILL.

GM:<font color="#000000">Okay, compiling the noms!

GM:<font color="#000000">Nominations for session name begin... now. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also, Lia, I didn't want to prod you.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Dem Wolves.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Saved by the bell on a wolf's neck.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">But you did take a copy of the loot list last week and said you would truncate it with loot values and return asap..

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">least it's not a cowbell

Liatai:<font color="#000000">-- Ah, loot, yeah.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I have it, still. I'll get it to you by Monday. :3

Meany:<font color="#000000">I am pissed -the fuck off-.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That's fine.

Meany:<font color="#000000">My $30 cooling pad is failing.

GM:<font color="#000000">Miron - 100 XP - Overcome. Even if she doesn't exist anymore, keep her memories alive. 100 XP - You? A gentleman? HAH. Gamal - 100 XP - Gourmet Philosopher. 100 XP - Eat it or wear it, your choice! 100 XP - Are you mocking me? 100 XP - Surrender Terms Sszeyl - 100 XP - Educational Diagrams! 100 XP - Painting! 100 XP - Still blind. 100 XP - Burning Hands -- and I'm not even a mage! Thomas - 100 XP - *w* I'LL DO IT. 100 XP - Feels--! 100 XP - Oh gods don't make me choose a side! Tathi - 100 XP - Reading the godsigns. Sheythsanthi - 100 XP - Man with the Plan. And the Info. Gnogglebolt - 100 XP - The Anti-Caster Dilemma. Vonain - 100 XP - The Anti-Caster Dilemma. Altonor - 100 XP - &quot;Uh.. bread. Bread and eggs.. bread and cheese.. I know! Bread eggs *and* cheese!&quot; 100 XP - Stay away from my daughter. :|

Meany:<font color="#000000">Less than a fucking month after purchase.

Meany:<font color="#000000">What the actual hell.

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

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">what's the level threshold? 55k ,right?

Meany:<font color="#000000">Ding.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Level achieved.

Meany:<font color="#000000">*_*

VAE:<font color="#000000">because you might have imported wrong Miron token

VAE:<font color="#000000">if it isn't so

VAE:<font color="#000000">if it's 50k ,it's probably OK

* VAE can't remember and too tired to thin

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

Meany:<font color="#000000">+5hp for half die.

Meany:<font color="#000000">Woo.

VAE:<font color="#000000">lemme look it up in session logs

VAE:<font color="#000000">I did write up his XP sum

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">60472 here.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">64165/66000

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'll grab one from another campaign file if it's wrong, before next session.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">heh. I bet tom will be 12 before we leave this town

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">oh bollocks.. I forgot to level. XD

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Ach! I'm missing out..

Glitch:<font color="#000000">game over?

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

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">well, okay.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tathi could get some really good ones this level.

VAE:<font color="#000000">it was +5800 last time, but I dunno how much +

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Anti-magic field. We just discussed earlier how rare and useful that is.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">dude. you SO missed out

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Railock; I missed out what? :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Acid fog? Sounds lame.

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

Glitch:<font color="#000000">Please tell me.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It is INSANELY good.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">the lightning bolt from the sky giving damn near every neutral and good gods approval

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Saved those to my sheet.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">...huh?

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">Hey. hey.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Chain lightning, staple.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">can I go to bed now. x.x

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">the arrival of hte calvary

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes you may. :B

Glitch:<font color="#000000">oo...kay.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">I'll have to backlog when I'm back for real.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Disintegrate, strong and good utility.

Glitch:<font color="#000000">afk again

VAE:<font color="#000000">51800 at end of 114. +5900 115, + 200

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">g'night. |D

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tenser's Transformation.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">2 spells hatari. XP

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Ghost, have Tathi cast Tenser's Transformation.

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">Muscle Tathi!

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;51800+200+5900 = 51800 + 200 + 5900 = 57900&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">dispel magic greater

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Fuck you, Tathi!&quot; TENSERS. &quot;FUCK ME&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">And fixed it

Gamal-Junayd:<font color="#000000">practically a must for removing bad stuff

VAE:<font color="#000000">plz save map nao

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">saved

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">g'night

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

</i><i> You have disconnected.

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