Session 52

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TMG:Joining just because.

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Liatai:&#171; &#160;1d6 = 5&#160; &#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6 = 6&#160; &#187;

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TMG:Alright...I suppose I am free, for an indeterminant amount of time. Probably no more than half an hour or an hour.

TMG:After that, anything can happen.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Sorry for being so vauge, but things really are that vauge on my end.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Trying -- to get -- VAE -- to update --Miron! &gt;:O

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">Long time no see.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ahh. There. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#660000">YoDray.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;54-2d6 = 54 - 9 = 45&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Hey, Ghostwish!

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Before the game kicks, off, can you send last Cold Wars logs somewhere so I can grab them?

You whisper to VAE: Let me know when you're free. Miron is on Castle Osyluth - Roof.

GM:<font color="#000000">Might as well get this out of the way now, too.

GM:<font color="#000000">1900 XP to all for the dungeon so far!

GM:<font color="#000000">Thomas - 100 XP - And just where do you think YOU'RE going?

GM:<font color="#000000">Tathi/Aelian - 100 XP - Yin/Yang Personalities. You know, I thought yin was supposed to be the feminine force... how wrong I was. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt - 100 XP- Tanglefoot Tosser.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">The slayer of hot pockets returns.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Does NO one else have a log? Really?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I have a log.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">But no bandwidth.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Sweet.

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Ghost: Pretty much.

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">1.1k to next level.

Meany:<font color="#660000">=3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">If you can stand to wait until post-game.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I can get a log to you.

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

Drayco:<font color="#660099">I could, but that'd be in 8+ hours...

Faerie:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;18770+1900 = 18770 + 1900 = 20670&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187;

Meany:<font color="#660000">I might disconnect at random.

Meany:<font color="#660000">My battery interface or something screwed up.

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

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">Now I apparently have -three- batteries connected.

TMG:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;17350+1990 = 17350 + 1990 = 19340&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... for Tathi or for Aelian? :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;19415+1900+100 = 19415 + 1900 + 100 = 21415&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;19340+100 = 19340 + 100 = 19440&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Both, if he's using Leadership...

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Well, technically, since Aelian is a cohort, he doesn't have xp.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">It's depended on Tathi's level.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas also dings to level 7. :O

Meany:<font color="#660000">:u

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">*bro-fists Hatari*


 * Meany golf claps.

TMG:<font color="#000000">wait a second...how did...how did Elros get more EXP than everyone else? o.o

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;9500+1900 = 9500 + 1900 = 11400&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Are you drunk?

Meany:<font color="#660000">He didn't.


 * Dr. Hatari has 21465

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">He's still level 6. Me and Hatari are 7. :.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Everyone gets 1.9k for the combat.

Meany:<font color="#660000">:&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;7600+1900 = 7600 + 1900 = 9500&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

TMG:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;16625+1900 = 16625 + 1900 = 18525&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">So... Close... :9

Meany:<font color="#660000">Psst, Liatai.

TMG:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;19440-90 = 19440 - 90 = 19350&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Meany:<font color="#660000">I think Cadamon leveled. :o

Meany:<font color="#660000">:B

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">I know I leveled.

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">*shot*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;9200+1900 = 9200 + 1900 = 11100&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;19200+1900 = 19200 + 1900 = 21100&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">You would be right, actually! Just barely. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Now let's see if Aelian proxy levels..

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Ohpleaseohpleaseohplease

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">erm....technically, if you go exactly by the DMG rules for cohorts and not a huseruled thing (as the given rules are more like guidelines) Cohorts -are- supposed to get EXP--but only a half-share.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;7900+2000 = 7900 + 2000 = 9900&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So very close. x3

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">Last I saw was Edaric saying how close he was.

Meany:<font color="#660000">After that, client froze.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Aelian's closer. I'm still 500 XP away.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Quickly.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Someone nom Edaric five times.

Meany:<font color="#660000">|U

Meany:<font color="#660000">Hello?

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Divine power? DIVINE POWERRR! *_*


 * Dr. Hatari sets up musics and such~

Meany:<font color="#660000">Did I get any noms?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Depends if anyone remembers anything nommable.

Meany:<font color="#660000">While I was out, I mean. |B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Those were the only noms I saw in the (truncated) logs.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Gyah, he's right.. WoTC overcomplicates things again.. Liatai, do you want to go the math or table route for cohorts?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Let's just go with giving Aelian full EXP like a normal NPC. x3

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ghost; like said! It can be more like a guideline! ^^;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Yah. To an algebra problem. XP

TMG:<font color="#000000">Mainly, that procedue they give for calc'ing Cohort EXP is mainly for cohorts who...actually join on adventures.

TMG:<font color="#000000">...which, I suppose Aelian does fall into. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Well, that basically ensures that Aelian will always be 2 levels lower than Tathi if he gains exp like that. :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">(that's the point)

Meany:<font color="#660000">I guess I'm ready. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">But anyway

Meany:<font color="#660000">No food in the house that I can eat, so may be grumpy.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Vae? Finished your pic yet?

TMG:<font color="#000000">I've talked with Liatai and ut thought towards -my- planned cohort(s) once Gnogglebolt has his shcool up and running, and later on, his town.

TMG:<font color="#000000">And since these two cohorts would NOT be joining Gnogglebolt on adventures, they would be waived from EXP and level up automatically

TMG:<font color="#000000">For Gnogglebolt, his cohorts are not people he brings on adventures (which is the usual motivation for taking Leadership), but they'll be people he trusts managing his town while he's away.

TMG:<font color="#000000">but then again, because Aelian is not like that, and is in fact an adventure-accompanying cohort...well. ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">it's the DM's call if she wants to throw out the given system entirely for Aelian.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Admittely, I'm very bad at this EXP thing. But here's the plan I had in mind.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Aelian gains EXP normally, but if he gains enough EXP to reach a level higher than a cohort would, he becomes temporarily &quot;frozen&quot; at that level. Just like a PC without downtime. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Then, when Tathi levels up, so will Aelian.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Hint hint Ghost.

Meany:<font color="#660000">:B

TMG:<font color="#000000">*shrug* Awkward in my opinion, but simple enough I suppose.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">And he gains full exp?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yep. Which places him 100 XP short of levelling right now. :3

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Aw, but that's so nice of the DM. Oh look what I found...

Ghostwish:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Ghostwish:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Ghostwish:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Ghostwish:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Ghostwish:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Ghostwish:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

GM:<font color="#000000">What are the PCs' EXP totals now, out of curiosity?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ohey. Actually.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Liatai, that thing you said? Where Aelian gets &quot;frozen&quot; at a level if Tathi isn't igh enough?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">21415

Meany:<font color="#660000">20420

TMG:<font color="#000000">That was already given in the DMG -with- the alternative EXP rules. x3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Along with an algebra problem. Thus we ignored it. :P

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">21565. Character sheet leveled up and saved. Leaving token out of date till downtime. =w= http://www.thetangledweb.net/forums/profiler/view_char.php?cid=45623

TMG:<font color="#000000">and if you're going to stick to that one extra part, well.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Not leveled yet. May I half-die for HP?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">http://www.thetangledweb.net/forums/profiler/view_char.php?cid=44592

TMG:<font color="#000000">Aelian will -always- have enough EXP to level before Tathi does, so you might as well indeed cast the whole thing out ntirely and lock Aelian's progression directly to Tathi. :B

GM:<font color="#000000">Go ahead. :3

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">... it suddenly dons on me that is exactly why my DM adopted that system.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Because all the math is completely and utterly pointless.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">True. But this way allows for noms. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">When the dice hit the floor.. the cohort is always 2 levels behind the PC.

You have disconnected.

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

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

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

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">Yo.

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

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

Ghostwish:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Drayco:<font color="#660099">Quick, break out the power tools and LOOT THE PLACE.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Freakin' HughesNet!

Meany:<font color="#660000">Also.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Vae?

Meany:<font color="#660000">You finished that pic?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">What did you last see, Liadragon?

GM:<font color="#000000">VAE get your butt on here and finish Miron! :P

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghostwish: When the dice hit the floor.. the cohort is always 2 levels behind the PC.

GM:<font color="#000000">Also, Tech, EXP for Calrach and Gnogglebolt? And Fae, for Elros?

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

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Freakin' hughesNet indeed. -.-

Meany:<font color="#660000">Yo.

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

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


 * Liatai strangles the dish.

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Tech, you just disconnected from IRC.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghostwish: What did you last see, Liadragon?

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">thanks alex

GM:<font color="#000000">Also, can I get EXP for Calrach, Elros, and Gnogglebolt?

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Oh, I see, you had reconnected. &gt;.&gt;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yeah. SIlent DC.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Ha ha, what did you last see before that one, Liatai?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ghostwish: When the dice hit the floor.. the cohort is always 2 levels behind the PC.


 * Dr. Hatari futzes around with skillpoints. =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt: 19,350

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Wow. You didn't miss anything.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Calrach: 18,525

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Level 4 evocation.. WHAT TO CHOOSE.

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Fae, what's Elros' EXP total?

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Wall of ice is nice.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Vae?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Mind the save it offers. It saved our lives from a demon in AoW.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I was pondering that. It's ability to capture folks would also be useful in this pacifistic party.


 * Meany slaps Ghostwish.

Meany:<font color="#660000">You're supposed to be the voice of murder. &gt;:U

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just making tactical modifications to the battlefield lends you some unique control options.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">[(21415+20420+21565+19350+18525)/5)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's good to have atleast one or two options besides HP reducers.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;(21415+20420+21565+19350+18525)/5 = (21415 + 20420 + 21565 + 19350 + 18525) / 5 = 20255&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">b-b-b-but the dakka!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That and Ice storm kind of sucks, besides not offering a save.

GM:<font color="#000000">Take note, VAE. That's Miron's new EXP total. 20255.

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

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

Kan:<font color="#000000">Hey, it saved us from cloakers last Cold War! :P

GM:<font color="#000000">Castle Osyluth - Roof, VAE. Look for the birds' nest.

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - Roof'Otto Werner:<font color="#FF0000">Hurk. =3U;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Wow. Even if they break it it hurts them. :P

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Yah. I think it's about time Tathi got some crowd control, seeing how she snuffs enchantment and illusion. :P

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It's one of the worse 'Wall' spells. But it's still a wall spell. They're very good to have.

Meany:<font color="#660000">23, 9, Vae.

Meany:<font color="#660000">=3=

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">They're basically all degrees of Wall of FUCKYOU.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh, by the way, hatari. :U

GM:<font color="#000000">Aw FUDGE!

Meany:<font color="#660000">Hey.

GM:<font color="#000000">I KNEW I forgot a treasure spot.

Meany:<font color="#660000">I found the dead center of the map.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Remember after last session, when we were talking about Calrach and illusions, and how you disliked them? -3-

Meany:<font color="#660000">It's just off the roof to the left. :U

TMG:<font color="#000000">Well, I forgot to mention.

GM:<font color="#000000">Adding treasure to the bird's nest...

Meany:<font color="#660000">Freaky. :U

TMG:<font color="#000000">Calrach is built to be entirely an illusionist. He was almost a sorcerer at first, and would have had only illusion spells. ^^;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">And hey. I get two anyway. What say I grab both the wall spells?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Decided to go bard, but kept the illusion angle. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I don't dislike illusions at all.


 * Meany pounces on Tmg.

TMG:<font color="#000000">You just dislike people using them. :B

Meany:<font color="#660000">I very much recommend Nightmare Terrain for when you get 3rd level spells.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(just teasin' hatari. x3 )

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Please disregard the entire conversation. I headed it by saying it didn't apply to Calrach or you. I dislike munckiny work-arounds of cantrips causing stun and testicle damage and blindness and things Ram would do. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#660000">Wait.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Ah, okay. ^^

Meany:<font color="#660000">Wait wait wait wait.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Tech.

TMG:<font color="#000000">wat. :O

Meany:<font color="#660000">Why didn't you go Beguiler?

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

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">They're in the PHB2. :B

Meany:<font color="#660000">We already have one in the campaign.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That doesn't seem like something he would do.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I've never really looked at them...

Meany:<font color="#660000">Elros' long lost twin. :B

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">But that might have worked...alas....

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tadrim is a druid. :B

Meany:<font color="#660000">Um.

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">who ever Corg's question then.

Meany:<font color="#660000">=3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">Let's get down to business. |D

Meany:<font color="#660000">character*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh, Alarian? x3

Meany:<font color="#660000">God damn I need tea.

Meany:<font color="#660000">And food.

Meany:<font color="#660000">=3=;;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah, he was a beguiler, I remember now. x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">.... How the heck do I still remember that character's name he showed up for -one session, Session 2 or 3.- XD

Meany:<font color="#660000">=3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">He didn't even say much!

TMG:<font color="#000000">He spoke less than Elros! :U

Liatai:<font color="#000000">He talked to Terri then left! XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Or did he...? *BEGUILED*

GM:<font color="#000000">There we go, loot added. I feel better now. =3=

GM:<font color="#000000">VAE, have you found Miron?

Meany:<font color="#660000">Brb.

TMG:<font color="#000000">...damn. beguiler WOULD have been really good for Calrach. -3-

Meany:<font color="#660000">Multiclass.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh well~

Meany:<font color="#660000">8U

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That's not how casters work, Meany. :P

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Wait a tic... *checks Loremaster*

Meany:<font color="#660000">They can then go straight to hell. 8U

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The sum of Bard and Beguiler would be worse than just Bard or Beguiler.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Ah. She still lacks feats.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">But, she meets all the other prereqs.

GM:<font color="#000000">In the meantime... may as well start levelling our Mace friends. :3 &#171; &#160;1d8+1 = 6 + 1 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d10+1 = 5 + 1 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+2 = 8 + 2 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">... Wait what the hell, my Con is higher than either Landon or Cadamon, how come I got sick? XD

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">And my brain fails me. I KNOW I've asked this before.. but does a temp intelligence effect skillpoints at level up? XD

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Out in the rain.

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">ghost; NO, it does not. :o

TMG:<font color="#000000">Wearable int-boosting items do not count either.

TMG:<font color="#000000">This is very carefully stated

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">QUESTION WAS ANSWERED TECH. &gt;:|

TMG:<font color="#000000">It must be your unmod--alright, alright! xD

Meany:<font color="#660000">Back.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Liatai, do you allow half-die?

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - Roof'Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">56 hp! I'm.. I'm tough! T_T

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">... I'm going to have more than that 3 levels below you.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">SHUT UP I CAN TANK. T_T

Meany:<font color="#660000">Oh Tom.


 * Ghostwish chases Tech around with a badger.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Tom tom tom.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Tommy Tommy tom.


 * Meany pats. Gives cookies.

VAE:<font color="#000000">oakay done

Meany:<font color="#660000">I'm going partially insane. c:

Meany:<font color="#660000">Cookies for all~


 * Meany throws cookies at people.


 * Dr. Hatari is actually eating samoas irl. =3=

Meany:<font color="#660000">=3=

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Oh-ho. I get a second favored enemy. &gt;:D

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Yah, think I'll take both wall spells. I can cast 3 of em a day anywho. XP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes, I allow half-die.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Huzzah! Another 3 HP for me. WHAT NOW TOM.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">... hell, the DM's not sure what my second favored enemy should be. Suggestions?

Meany:<font color="#660000">...

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Undead? XP

Meany:<font color="#660000">You're level 7.

Meany:<font color="#660000">And have 19 hp.

Meany:<font color="#660000">What the hell, Wizard. :U

TMG:<font color="#000000">back, sorry, was afk.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">My first favored enemy is undead, ghost. *_*

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">HELLO? I IZ WIZURD. I NO HP. I DAKKA DAKKA BOOM BOOM.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Actually.

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay, XP edited. Now needing tto pump Miron up by a level

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">I suggest.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Magical beasts then?

Meany:<font color="#660000">Abberations.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">That's a good choice too.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Or.

Meany:<font color="#660000">If he has undead already.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Humans. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Evil outsiders is also an idea I was tossing around.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Go for the necromancer too.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">have to be evil to chose your own race.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">We have a ton of magical-beast rangers in Akellon already... XD

Meany:<font color="#660000">Abberations then? :&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Aberrations or evil outsiders... hmmm....

Elros:<font color="#006666">Oh yeah, reminds me I ought to learn magic at some point.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Roll a d2? :U

Elros:<font color="#006666">Hmm.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The Mace deals with more demon-summoners than abberants. Evil outsiders it is!

Meany:<font color="#660000">Cool. =3=

Meany:<font color="#660000">Shall we begin?

GM:<font color="#000000">Sure, I can always give the Mace members skill points later. Unless VAE needs more time to level Miron?

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">You mean you don't want to spend then entire normal 10-hour session procrastinating the start?

Faerie:<font color="#006666">:P

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I'm always open to ideas folks. Tathi unlocks 4th level spells now. Suggestions?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Nien. Just decide later when you -actually- level up for real. :U

Meany:<font color="#660000">Cracking open Complete Arcane/Mage

Meany:<font color="#660000">!!

Meany:<font color="#660000">Resist Energy (Mass) from Complete Arcane? :U

Meany:<font color="#660000">Hello? =3=;

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


 * Meany checks for still connection.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Ah, good.

TMG:<font color="#000000">so, are we starting this thing? :U

GM:<font color="#000000">Roll call!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Leave levelup wos for later, can't actually levelup in the middle of the castle. :U

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

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">What?

Meany:<font color="#660000">Oh, there you are.

Meany:<font color="#660000">|B

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">... This is actually rather funny. :B

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">My fourth-level domain spells in both of my domains, Strength and Protection? Spell Immunity. :B

Meany:<font color="#660000">:B

VAE:<font color="#000000">ah, OK

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Spell immunity is super hard to utilize without metagaming. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">screw it, i kept being distracted by someone who thought to help and messed up the format of my SCP


 * Dr. Hatari just picked cure critical wounds.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Sweet.

Meany:<font color="#660000">So the next time Tomiko gets axed in the neck, she'll have to live with Tom fixing her.

Meany:<font color="#660000">|U

GM:<font color="#000000">Okay, so shall we get this show on the road? :D

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Quite. =3=

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It should have been a x3 crit and killed her. It also should not have targeted and confirmed on a party member after a pair of 1's. :P

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So it triple shouldn't happen again. :P

GM:<font color="#000000">Last time on Akellon... The party continued to infiltrate Castle Osyluth, facing down their worst enemy yet!

GM:<font color="#000000">HALL OF DOORS.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">finally here

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Wb. ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">DOORS. *fist clench*

GM:<font color="#000000">While trying to solve the puzzle of the doors, the team faced a minor setback in the form of a blinking ghoul who seemed to have a fondness for crawling along the ceiling. What was up with that, anyway? Hmm. In either case, the party finally found their way to the tower...

TMG:<font color="#000000">(one more, I'm here for now, but may vanish at any time.)

GM:<font color="#000000">To find Pamela waiting for them. After a short round of tanglefoot tossing and taunts, the battle began in earnest on the castle's roof. Fighting through undead superbeasts and sniping spells, we rejoin our party just as they've finally beaten the bubbly necromancer into submission...


 * Mr. Giggles and Ginger continue to quietly smolder. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Tathi, could you ask our fiery friend to finish the pyres for these two?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We...we got her. FInally, we actually got her...&quot; Gnogglebolt whispers to himself.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I was just about to do that. Immolate the undead, fiery one.&quot;


 * Flint Carthan is already slicing at Mr. Giggles. &#171; &#160;1d4+3 = 1 + 3 = 4&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+4 = 2 + 4 = 6&#160;  &#187;

Summoned Fire Elemental:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;2d6+2+2d6 = 3 + 2 + 10 = 15&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt's eyes widen. &quot;Uh-oh...&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">(Sorry, phone)

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d8+5 = 2 + 5 = 7&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+5 = 7 + 5 = 12&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d8+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d8+5 = 4 + 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8+5 = 6 + 5 = 11&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Quit slamming dice. :|

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( |B ))

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not -- risking -- this thing -- getting loose -- to maul -- more -- people!&quot; &#171; &#160;1d4+3 = 4 + 3 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+4 = 4 + 4 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d4+3 = 4 + 3 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+4 = 1 + 4 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d4+3 = 3 + 3 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+4 = 4 + 4 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mister Giggles --&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Pamela.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Just close your eyes, and think of pretty people in pink dancing. =3=&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Add a comma after pink. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d8 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d8 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;


 * Pamela Lundy shuts her eyes tight, sniffling. &quot;... you animals...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt grimly watches on. Surely Pamela will once again become enraged, as he figured by know that her childlike insanity made her think the undead were her best friends. They needed to be destoryed, yes, but...this doesn't make dealing with her any easier. Gnogglebolt is sure that for her crimes, the noose is probably the only destination for her. yet, he know wonders if she'll even live long enough to get there.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(By the way. Um.)

TMG:<font color="#000000">(How old does Pamela look? Is she -actually- a little girl, or just a woman who acts like one?)

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;To actually expect us to garner any pity for these insults to all of life is nothing short of pathetic, Pamela Lundy. You and your experiments are freaks worthy only of exterimination.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Late 20's.

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


 * Thomas Lazarus remains mute, and simply keeps her restrained. He's rather ominously looming over, ever the stone-faced titan right now.


 * Sszeyl glances at Tathi, but doesn't say a word.


 * Pamela Lundy is openly crying now. &quot;Mr. Giggles -- I'm sorry --!!!&quot;

VAE whispers: Now, how did Miron end up in a nest? (I also assume he will come around once everyone else leaves the roof, as we said earlier)


 * Mr. Giggles continues to idly smolder, even as he is hacked to bits.

You whisper to VAE: It was just the most convenient marker for me to place him on. x3

You whisper to VAE: Add two potions of Fly to his inventory -- we'll assume he consumed one of the 3 to get up to the roof.


 * Flint Carthan growls. &quot;Need -- to buy -- an axe.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Sorry? You apologize to an unliving insult to a creature you killed? That is so ironically wrong. How exactly can you be sorry? Did you see any other possible outcome to your actions besides their complete destruction?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus glances aside. &quot;..Tathi.&quot;


 * Pamela Lundy keeps crying.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look...Pamela, was it? It's time you faced what you've done. These things are not pets. There are plenty of real pets in the world. But not these. What you've created here are mockeries of what they once were. You have to let go of them now. It probably won't save you from judgement, but at least the big man here won't crush you right now if you don't decide to start fighting again.&quot; Calrach steps forward, speaking smoothly and calmly. While Gnogglebolt has his own way with words, Calrach seemd just slightly better. Diplomacy to keep Pamela pacified: &#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 18 + 14 = 32&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;


 * Faerie throws some quick attack macros on Elros, for next week when he'll be away.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We're still in castle Osyluth. That's enough catharsis.&quot;

VAE whispers: Added.


 * Cadamon Gardner approaches, taking a set of masterwork manacles out of his pack.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Pamela?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">(any response from Pamela to Calrach?)

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">*sniffle* *hic*


 * Thomas Lazarus nods approvingly at Cadamon's approach.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Will you behave?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Or do you need someone to cast Calm Emotions first?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi sighs. &quot;Necromancers.&quot; She mutters. &quot;Immolate the skeleton, elemental. Show her what real magic does.&quot;

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;No --!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, elf, mind delaying that for -one- minute/&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've got a few questions, and maybe a demonstration, for Pamela here.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just wait, stop being so tactless. We'll get to them soon enough.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Ready action to initiate grapple if she goes berserk. :/


 * Thomas Lazarus just clamps his eyes shut. He apparently doesn't approve of everyone suddenly having a diatribe for the emotionally destroyed prisoner.

TMG:<font color="#000000">(andy, did Calrach's diplomacy check have any effect? or was &quot;sniffle, hic&quot; the effect? OB )


 * Pamela Lundy at least have enough sense in that mad head to not try to escape the giant templar when surrounded by her enemies.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It was the effect. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">ah, mkay. x3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">She rolls her eyes. &quot;So be it. But just to correct you, she cannot 'release' them in any sense beside just letting them go wild. They are not summons. They are constructs.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Sorry Elemental. I suppose you can sit there for a bit and burn as much as you like.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Cadamon gestures to Thomas. &quot;(... Would you mind holding her a little closer to the ground? I can't reach her arms from here. ^^;)&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=3=;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm aware, elf.&quot; Calrach says to Tathi, then looks up at the sobbing woman. Insanity to the last. There can be no forgiveness for what she's done, no denying the path she is now on...but maybe, just maybe, she can be made to see the error of her ways in her last moments. Would at least give some nice closue, and the best possible ending to this story. &quot;Hey...Pamela. I'm cusious, and rather confused.. Can you tell me -why- you made all these...things...in the first place?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus assists with Cadamon's application of the manacles.


 * Pamela Lundy suddenly snaps out of crying and glares at Calrach.


 * Thomas Lazarus knits his brow further. &quot;...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..It's a three day ride back to castleton.&quot; Is his only remark

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;''What does it matter to you?! As if I would tell you! Brutes, savages, barbarians, all of you!''&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calarch just cooly stares back.

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

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;How dare you!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bute? Savage? Barbarian?&quot; Calrach says quietly, with little inflection.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;And like a true savage, she refuses to share any of her knowledge, as twisted and as wrong as it may be..&quot; Tathi cooly comments.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;It needn't necessarily be even that long. I'm certain our brothers in the Palm have a small outpost in Blackwood.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, let me tell you what I've seen so far, and you tell me if I'm right or wrong. You made all these things as...companions, right? You think they're your friends?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...&quot; His eyes half-close.


 * Pamela Lundy says nothing, not even looking at Calrach, pointedly.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;So that's it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;How utterly...understandable. :/&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll assume I'm on the right track. And if that's the case...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach walsk over to one of the cages and dramatically points at it.

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't need to explain myself to commoners and savages.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;A broken mind, like a broken lute, can only play one note..&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look at that thing, Pamela. Look at it. It's a pile of bones made to walk. It does nothing except what you tell it to. There's .&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Look at that thing, Pamela. Look at it. It's a pile of bones made to walk. It does nothing except what you tell it to. There's nothing inside it.&quot;


 * Edaric flinches at the broken lute line. =3=

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;No love, no joy, no sadness, no nothing. It's empty.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Perhaps she is not entirely full, herself, enough to see it.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;You think we're savage? This is the height of savagery.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm.&quot; Landon nods to Elros.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;...There is still a castle of undead to fight.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;And other monsters.&quot;


 * Pamela Lundy says nothing, still holding her chin high.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...!!&quot; He visibly bristles and his glare flickers a little. Suddenly, Pamela recieves a surprise palm-knock to the back of the head! &#171; &#160;1d4+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; nonlethal.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( =3= ))

Pamela Lundy:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- !&quot; Slump.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I am getting seriously disapointed in all of you.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi glances at Thomas.. &quot;Thomas, are you allright?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Seeing that Pamela has no intention of answering, Calrach waves his hand. So she truly is lost.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He jumps a little as Thomas smacks her unconcious, though.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Have some basic human empathy. Quit kicking her while she is down. A silent execution in the future will suffice. You are just being cruel to a sick mind.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right, well, burn at will, miss Tathi. I'm done.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach looks offended. &quot;Hope you weren't talking about me. I was trying to be empathetic. Just found out now it was useless, though.&quot;

Summoned Fire Elemental:<font color="#000000">Fwish, fwoosh, burn, burn! Mwahahaha!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I could not agree more.. I will never understand this madness of attempting to extract good from evil. It's like trying to draw water from oil with your MOUTH. Burn all of the undead, elemental.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus just sighs heavily.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I have to say I am rather perplexed at all of this as well.. Did you expect her to see reason? Ever?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I trust you've got a handle on her from here, Lieutenant Commander.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not really. But hey, would've been a great end to the story if she did, huh?&quot; Calrach skips along.


 * Cadamon Gardner nods.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This is not the time or place to shove her face into her crimes. There will be a court for it.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I suppose. Still, she might as well have painted the walls with &quot;I am a lost loon&quot;..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let us finish our business and go.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt grimaces at Calrach. &quot;Even I don't go that far.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;It will probably take us a few days to clear this castle in entirity..&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, putting the puppy out.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas, wait. You're still injured.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Is there no way to remove all the undead here within at once?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus pauses and glances at his arm. He had been trembling slightly. &quot;..?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Well.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... and I would imagine that many of us who use magic are running slightly dry on power.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah. If everything in this castle will go wild when Pamela dies, then we need to kill them all now before they escape into the countryside.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 12 + 8 = 20&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Knowledge Religion check.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I saw some piles of shiny things!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Pardon. You're right..&quot; &#171; &#160;3d8+7 = 6 + 7 = 13&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; He lays a glowing palm on the wound.

VAE: <font color="#0">(( Calrach and Miron probably won't get along much ))

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Musn't forget the shiny things!&quot; :D

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Shall we return to Blackwood, rest, then return to destroy the undead? She will not be executed for at least three days' time.&quot;

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I like that plan.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Sounds fine to me. I could use a few extra arrows.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( My roll was ways of mass destruction for Undead. ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I don't.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I would recommend it. We can't cart such a prisoner around in the lair of her servants.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;And I just got an idea for your next birthday gift.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;There is something strange I would like to investigate first.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian glances at Tathi, quirking an eyebrow.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Her smile tells all, but leaves too many questions.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Like what, Sszeyl?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;The smithy.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Elemental, the undead on the far end, if you please?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">More healin'. :9 &#171; &#160;2d8+7 = 8 + 7 = 15&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Summoned Fire Elemental:<font color="#000000">Aww, I was havin' fun burning the cage. =3=

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Did anyone share the knowledge on the original lord's son? :B ))

Summoned Fire Elemental:<font color="#000000">More to burn! MWAHAHAHAHA! Oh dear, Tathi. What have you unleashed? =3=

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I though we knew that since Castleton. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yes, that knowledge was shared.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;What smithy?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;In the basement.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus rubs his brow, and breaks into a rather pained expression. &quot;... I haven't been myself, lately ...&quot; He glances aside to Aelian.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Plus...there is a tower right there.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Are you alright now, friend?&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Bluff check to hide a cough in his sleeve.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;If it too is only guarded by a cat, should be easy to confirm as clear.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;If we come back tomorrow, a map of what is and is not cleared is necessary.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Unless they move around!&quot; Calrach adds.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 2 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 3&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; wisdom check!


 * Cadamon Gardner looks up to the sky.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">what cough?

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Very true.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It can wait.&quot; He frowns.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 11 + floor((17 - 10) / 2) = 14&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; wisdom check!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">Aelian peers at Flint for a moment, but doesn't say anything..

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If she has any more servants as devious as that butler and Ghoul, this entire battle could be undone in a blink of an eye.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We need to secure her in town.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Blackwood is only an hour away, and it's not even noon yet. We can decide whether we want to come back today when we get there. But Thomas is right. She could wake in as short as an hour.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Agreed. Dump the prisoner, rest, come back and clear this place out.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Very well.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;If I recall, eight hours is needed for spells to regenerate.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Shall we return at the ninth hour of the evening?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;And dump her some place where we won't have to catch her again.&quot;

VAE: <font color="#0">(( Total aside, but someone added Miron's character theme on YT, finally http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nSCqWiMT_ho ))

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Prefferably somewhere without open windows.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Cough.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm afraid that's not how magic granted by the gods works...&quot; ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Aww well. :/

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Let's go then.&quot;


 * Landon Skar looks over his shoulder, then takes off the platinum ring he had been wearing.


 * Landon Skar holds it out to Edaric.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Thomas, you'll want to shrink yourself.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus dismisses the Enlarge spell with a wave of his gauntlet. It wouldn't have been very easy to fit through the corridors while 15 feet tall. =3=

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;There we go.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can defend myself better and am wearing armor. Take the ring.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi peers over yonder.. &quot;Did we ever check that nest for anything valuable?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Hey, I was doing a pretty good job! When there wasn't a ghoul dropping from the ceiling onto me.&quot; &gt;:\

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Nope.&quot;


 * Landon Skar looks over his shoulder from his 6'6&quot; height. :| &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 10 + 7 = 17&#160;  &#187; Intimidate

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, letting puppy in!

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;...Elros, shall we check it? Make sure no eggs are in there?&quot;

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Meep. o.o;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Okay.&quot; D:

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Well, we won't be able to tell otherwise.&quot;


 * Sszeyl frowns at Skar.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Come, then.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Searchin.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( It figures I had Skar defend Tathi from a threat that never came... inadvertently making him useless. =w=;; ))

Elros:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 12 + 11 = 23&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; search for eggs

GM:<font color="#000000">Amid the dirty feathers, you find... A blue quartz scroll case inlaid with fine steel swirls (800 gp), a gilded wooden figurine of a chimera (600 GP), a crystal sundial (900 GP), and a silver orb studded with deep blue spinel in a pattern resembling stars in the night sky (2000 GP).

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 2 + 2 = 4&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Assist.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">=3=

GM:<font color="#000000">No eggs, though. And no gnomes. Disregard the gnome. =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">Awww. xD

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It's a lawn gnome.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">I thought Miron was gonna come stumbling out of the nest, cursing about undead ravens picking him up and dropping him off. xD

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron will come about once everyone leaves XD

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Well, it seems there's no eggs, but some rather nice trinkets.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Would have been an awesome and fitting entrance. xD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That would have been fairly awesome. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Loot saved! It is now safe to turn off your console.

VAE:<font color="#000000">well, had no idea about that

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Here, put them in my backpack.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">besides, the ravens prob'ly ain't big enoug

TMG:<font color="#000000">...can still do it? :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">(Yes, it was.)

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I can carry these and a cart to boot. Won't slow down at all.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">VAE - It was a blackwing. It could carry a pony if it wanted. :B

TMG:<font color="#000000">Say Elros and Sszeyl turn over another bundler of hey and uncover the gnome. x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Up to you, VAE. Planned entrance, or this? :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">*nods enthusiastically*

VAE:<font color="#000000">That'd work, too

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Nonono. ))

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Miron parachutes in. :U ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( :B ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Are you sure we can't just get off this scene first? :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">Now remember. Angry gnome! Indignant! Picked up by a filthy undead bird and dropped off like food for babies!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It sort of has a heavy mood established as is.

VAE:<font color="#000000">eh, whatever

TMG:<font color="#000000">hatari; awwwww, come on. xD


 * VAE doesn't care. See? No care there.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It would be, like, 15 seconds from now. lol

TMG:<font color="#000000">Well, it's your char, so it's your call, Danman.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Funny immediate entrance, or serious latwer entrance?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well, either of them would have been funny.

VAE:<font color="#000000">someone toss a coin or what.

GM:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d2 = 1&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

VAE:<font color="#000000">as an aside - the pic i've been earlier making for someone's SCP. Should get the seriousness out of y'all http://www.srcf.ucam.org/~dm510/crohns_1.jpg

TMG:<font color="#000000">Eeuuugh! DX

GM:<font color="#000000">Funny immediate entrance, the dice say.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( =3= ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">A winged, toothed... what is that? Large intestine? :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">*nods* Not wings, fins. Lives in water

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">alrighty. Take it away, danman! Miron wakes up from being uncooncious or something

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Miron's arm bursts out of the nest and waves a gun around. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( =3= ))

GM:<font color="#000000">As you move aside some of the shiny things, you notice... something that looks slightly egglike, but is the wrong color. And has... peach-fuzz hair?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oi vey. No stage sense at all. =3=


 * Sszeyl whistles.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Are eggs normally hairy?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;No.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yes, you can lay off the non sequiturs, meany. ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Newborns are, though.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;We gots a live one, here!&quot;

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">well, nly use a non sequitur when it would -actually- be funny, and not for it's own sake. :B But, carry on, back IC

Miron:<font color="#000000">As you approach, you hear some odd sounds coming from the &quot;egg&quot;.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What madness is this?&quot;


 * Sszeyl digs around the egg.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Huh? What's going on over there?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;It's Sparta, I believe&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Cough

TMG:<font color="#000000">(the 'egg' is Miron's head, isn't it. x3 )

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Dig dig dig.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The egg, in fact, appears to be a gnome, lodged inside the branches the undead bird used to make its nest.

Miron:<font color="#000000">And it's his arse. He's upside down.


 * Sszeyl pulls out a Miron.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;It's a gnome.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 4 + 9 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Spot

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What have you found, Sszeyl--huh?!?&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Miron?!&quot;


 * Sszeyl puts Miron on his feet.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is...is he alive--Miron?!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">What? Where the *bleep* am I?

Miron:<font color="#000000">*spits, coughs*


 * Flint Carthan covers his mouth with a hand.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;You need Tom to heal you?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt starts jogging forward.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Dare I ask, how could you not know where you are?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Looks around and pulls down his robe QUICKLY

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Th'hell are you doing here?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach whispers to Gnogglebolt. &quot;Miron...I thought that catfolk Barbarus said he was a dwarf?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The hell are *you* doing here? Y'all should be at Castle Ossyluth?!

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;He only acts like one, Calrach.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt whispers back sarcastically, &quot;He is a dwarf.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket?!&quot; O_o

Miron:<font color="#000000">Well, one shouldn't look a gift horse at the teeth.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Cadamon!

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Is that how that saying goes?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Bad news, Thomas.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;How the hell did you get here?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ooooooh.&quot; Calrach grins evily as they approach, and taps his fingers together. &quot;This is going to be fun...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus double-takes.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;It looks like the inanity of our group has just gone up a hundred fold.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">(insanity

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Inanity works. =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">Nah, we're pretty inane, too. :B


 * Liatai snickers.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( With just a dash of asanine. ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Tom, over here.&quot;


 * Cadamon Gardner approaches, handing off Pamela to Landon.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">---!! D: &quot;Brother Miron?!&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;He IS over there.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I.. I was just thinking we might want to check for survivors or prisoners, but..&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miron!&quot; Gnogglebolt says as he jogs up. &quot;Are you okay?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I didn't expect to see you among them! Are you hurt?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;We might well want to check, if they're going to be hidden like this.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyonne's already asked, but, what happened?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I aren't quite sure. I was flying towards the castle, then a massive undead bird grabbed me. I managed to force it to open its grasp... well, it seems that the flight potion didn't last as long as i wanted it to, or the thing must have had an anti-magic field

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Suffice to say, i was pretty lucky its nest is so bloody big.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Or you did not manage to account for the turbulence.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Ow. Stupid ear worm..&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Perhaps. Now, what the hell are you doing here? You should be at the castle!

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;And more importantly! How long has it been since you were released from the infirmary? You didn't sneak out, did you?&quot; D:|

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


 * Flint Carthan snickers.

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miron, this is the castle. :B&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Technically, I was released in two day's time.

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm.&quot; Landon raises a hand in greeting.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;It has been a week since we departed. =3=;;&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">D:| 

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We kind of... just defeated Pamela Lundy... without you...&quot; ^^;;;; He points to Skar and the shackled Necromancer.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">So this *is* the castle? Then.. where is ...


 * Miron salutes

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait...fly? h, you used some magic to get yourself here quickly?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*Oh, you used

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Incapicated, but not dead. Yet.&quot;


 * Cadamon Gardner enters lecture mode. &quot;What have I told you about sneaking out of the infirmary before it's time?! You're mortal just like the rest of us, you know! What if that disease had relapsed while you were on the road?&quot; D:|

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;At least tell me you checked with the commander before you left!&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus takes it in stride. It's sort of a mood-lifter seeing Miron okay again. |3

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi smirks at the ear abbrasions..

Miron:<font color="#000000">I... left him a note.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well -- that's better than nothing. But still!&quot; D:|

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Ashmore's face http://i.eprci.net/epic-rage-5 ))

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Still... an operation as this requires every man available.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Between you and Carthan you're going to give me early grays, I know it --&quot; He finally relents. &quot;... It is good to see you in good health, at least.&quot; ^^;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I'm healthy, but by staying back, i'd be risking the lives of *everyone else*.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">I had no other reasonable choi-

Miron:<font color="#000000">*looks around*

TMG:<font color="#000000">(how long does Aid and Prayer last?)

Miron:<font color="#000000">Don't tell me you have dealt with her already.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">They've dissipated by now.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Minutes, I believe. So, 6. Probably over.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Sorry.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;To be fair, though.&quot;


 * Landon Skar shifts the necromancer on his shoulder. &gt;.&gt;;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;There is still an entire castle of undead left.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Plus some orange jelly monsters.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Also, beware the stuffed animals.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well....glad to have you back, Miron.&quot;


 * Miron appears rather disheartened

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I was going to pin a note on your door when we got back. 'Don't get up, we got her'.&quot; He smirks a little.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Guess it's rather fortunate our friends checked this nest.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Mm.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Missed it all again. Just like back then. At least, all of them are alive ''

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Let's be off.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, let us be off!&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Exit montage? |D ))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, we'll need to drop her off and rest after this adventure.&quot; ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">xit montage! But...

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Or does that snow leopard attack on the way out. ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">Indeed so. It is best not to stay in a cursed place like this any longer than necessary.

TMG:<font color="#000000">How...will we exit?

TMG:<font color="#000000">We either have to go through the courtyard, which we -ahevn't- visted yet

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I'll be checking you over for signs of slimy doom.&quot; Doomglare to Miron.

TMG:<font color="#000000">or we go out the way we came, where we know there are jellies. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Also. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">...looks like no matter how we go, we've got at least one fight on the books.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( That boat's probably shrunk by now. ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">*shudders, and tries to appear as healthy as possible*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A lot has happened in the passing weeks, brother. Walk with me, would you? I think it would do my mind some good to get distracted and begin catching you up on all the little details..&quot; ^^

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The boat lasts for a full day.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So it's still there if you just want to exit through the basement. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Thomas.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;You are free to inform him of the events at the Pelor temple, and all subjects relevant to it.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Could we not exit out the...front door? Now that we're in, anyway. It seems like less trouble.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( That seems the best way, if we want to montage exit without running into encounters. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">(man, I'm having a -lot- more time to work with here than I thought...)

Miron:<font color="#000000">Indeed. For first, who is that? *points to Calrach*. I'm damn sure we didn't hire another batch of inquisitors.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We did, actually.&quot; &gt;.&gt; &quot;..But that is not one of them, you are right.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, hello.&quot; Calrach cheerfully waves, with a smirking grin on his face.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Wait, we did? Just.. how long was I sick?

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Actually, we did. You haven't met Brother Hartwood, Sister Remina, and our new liason with the Aureate Palm yet.&quot; ^^

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Um.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Where is the front door? :B&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm just a newsman. Pay me no heed.&quot; :3

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That's Calrach Lightweave. (It is lightweave, yes? ^^;) This is Miron Steelsproket. As I imagine you know.&quot;

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">(yup)

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;He has been helping us for a short bit. But, ah..&quot;

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

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">*extends hand towards Calrach* Inquisitor Steelsprocket.

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This is perhaps not the place for such a dialogue. Wraiths may wander into our exit route while Pamela slumbers.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660000">Last that you got from me?

Miron:<font color="#000000">*looks at Smoke*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl: &quot;Where is the front door? :B&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( 'Where is the front door' ))

Meany:<font color="#660000">Ah, okay. Good.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach cherily shakes Miron's hand.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;The front door is in the front of the building. Duh.&quot;

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

GM:<font color="#000000">Please hop over to Blackwood - Market when you're so inclined. :3

Meany:<font color="#660000">:o

Meany:<font color="#660000">No bobby traps?

Miron:<font color="#000000">*somewhat worried* I missed you too, a bit.. but no need to get so close, eh?

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

Calrach has received initiative.TMG:<font color="#000000">Family's back...and now I will find out if I can stay for the rest of the day or not.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">SUCCESSFUL ADVENTURE MUSIC MONTAGE.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Perfect timing, though.


 * Smoke slurps Miron's ear. :9

TMG:<font color="#000000">Going to be afk for a bit, then I may either not come back at all, or return triumphant.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Good luck!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Assume Calrach and Gnogglebolt follows the general group quietly for now

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">(and darn, I was about to play a prank on Miron...ah well, for later. Maybe.)

VAE:<font color="#000000">Holy carp, it's hard to get a hand on Miron again


 * VAE feels like he's messing him up

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Speaking of Inquisitor Steelsprocket. &#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 14 + 12 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Heal check.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just think all, &quot;GRRRRRRRR&quot; and imagine that the walls have glaring eyes, and be all good-natured black humor to your friends. |3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">(I guess. x3)

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... well, it seems like you've finally kicked it. But if I hear about you sneaking out of the infirmary before someone has officially released you again...&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And here I thought the prison was in the basement.&quot;


 * Flint Carthan laughs -- which turns into a coughing fit that he quickly tries to hide. &#171; &#160;1d20 = 14&#160;  &#187; Bluff --

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 5 + 2 = 7&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; 8|

Miron:<font color="#000000">*to Flint* I wonder what'd he do if he had to lie in bed, completely healthy.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 13 + 5 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 3 + floor((13 - 10) / 2) = 4&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; wisdom check!

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+floor((wisdom-10)/2) = 4 + floor((17 - 10) / 2) = 7&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; wisdom check!

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brother Carthan...&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">NO ONE EXPECTS THE SANITARY INQUISITION! &gt;:O

Miron:<font color="#000000">!!


 * Cadamon Gardner waves a finger at Flint. &quot;You're not exempt from this, either! When we get back to Blackwood you are sitting down with something warm to drink and taking it easy!&quot; D:|

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Timeskip no jutsu? ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Also brb. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Hmm. Everyone's eating lunch, so that buys me a few more minutes...occasionally getting afk for a hop every now and then still

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh, we're still walking?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Pranktime! &gt;:D

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I have no idea.

GM:<font color="#000000">Make it quick, you're almost to Blackwood.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">As the party walks along...suddenly, Miron sees flashes of multicollored light at the top of his peripheral vision.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*pulls out mace*

Miron:<font color="#000000">Quick! Everyone duck!

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">*bends over and rushes to nearest cover*

Calrach:<font color="#000000">To everyone else, they see a small ball of rainbow light appear above Miron's head...that moves -with- his head.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi sighs, shaking her head.

Miron:<font color="#000000">We're being atta-

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Spotting the Barbarus-ball, Thomas is given pause. &quot;...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach has to really hold to to nor break out snickering right then and there. Bluff! &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 19 + 10 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's wrong, gnome?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Miron notices that no matter which way he looks, the flashes of light stay right at the top of his vision. He can't see where it's coming from.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">What. Did we bring the cat, too? &quot;... &gt;.&gt;;&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*as soon as possible, Miron casts Detect Magic*

Edaric:<font color="#000000">0:3 Edaric whistles to himself cheerily.

Miron:<font color="#000000">er

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">hat was silly

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach notices what Miron's doing. ''Aw, dammit. he's a smart one. Will have to be smarter in the future...&quot;''

VAE:<font color="#000000">he knows it's a spell

Calrach:<font color="#000000">(no quote, ooops)

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Just as Miron's halfway through casting his own spell, the light vanishes.

You have disconnected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Lastlineyousaw? D:

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Calrach: Just as Miron's halfway through casting his own spell, the light vanishes.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Calrach: Just as Miron's halfway through casting his own spell, the light vanishes. Miron: *stops casting* Liatai is disconnected. Calrach: &quot;....What was that about?&quot; TMG: D: Liatai has connected.

VAE:<font color="#000000">actually ,leave it as is

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron finishes casting Detect Magic

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Of course, he now detects nothing, except the magic on himself and everyone else being everyone's magic items.


 * Thomas Lazarus rubs his chin briefly. &quot;Something tells me we're not quite under attack, brother. Although I can't say you aren't.&quot; ^^;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach in particular lights up like a christmas tree in that regard, though.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Someone was trying to cast a spell at us... it dissipated before i could tell.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Really, what happened? You just started freaking out for no reason...a spell, you say?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;What kind of spell? What did you see?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Yes! Something vision-altering. I saw... odd lights.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Odd lights?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">It might be those bloody assasins, trying to distract us.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait a minute...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did...did they have no apparent source?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Everyone, we have to check the perimeter.

Miron:<font color="#000000">There might be a crossbowman on one of those roofs...

Miron:<font color="#000000">Wait a minute.. they'd have struck already


 * Flint Carthan coughs, hiding it in his sleeve... and hiding a chuckle the same way.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">''How can I prank this guy if he won't even pay attention? :[''

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">This... this is odd.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now I'm beginning to wonder...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">But he's soooo paranoid...this is almost as fun, actually...

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Gnome? What was that about the lights, again?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*hides behind the overlap of one roof, and looks at another building's*

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( I am back. ))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I did warn you not to leave the infirmary early. I've heard that some diseases have this complication...&quot; :3

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( With peanut butter sandwiches. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( And chocolate milk. ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">Odd lights. One of those spells designed to alter the sense of vision.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;....Are...are you sure?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you sure you don't feel feverish, Brother Miron?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I'm an inquisitor of the Leaden Mace! Of course i'm sure!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;What you're describing...it sounds like something I've heard, bit it's not a spell. It's Dissociative Visual Disorder! Have you landed on your head recently?&quot; Bluff: &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 17 + 10 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;After such a long illness, some delirium might result from the fever...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*keeps looking around* They are probably done at the moment.

Miron:<font color="#000000">I mean, gone.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I mean, it must be.&quot; Calrach turns to everyone else. &quot;No one else saw anything, right?&quot;

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;I didn't see anything.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt turns away and puts his face in his hand.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Bloody hell... confused speech.. what if it was mind-altering? Someone must have cast it on me earlier ''

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Can we please just keep walking/&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">''This is actually turning out uch better than I expected. :D''

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Come back here, Brother. We'll need to get you laying down as soon as possible...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Who? I.. there isn't anyone.. wait.. i did hold hands with the new one. Touch range spell. ''

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;We're toting a dangerous criminal who may wake up at any time and summon monsters.&quot;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;yes, let us keep walking. We can have you looked at once you're back in bed.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay, what should i roll to sneak up to Calrach?


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs a bit. &quot;Well. That is so.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Move Silently and Hide.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Hide &#171; &#160;1d20+4 = 7 + 4 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 17 + 12 = 29&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Heal check...

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;She'll be out for another few hours, at least.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Spot/listen?

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Spot: &#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You see Miron.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach turns his head. &quot;Oh, hello again.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*Regardless, the gnome approaches in plain sight, and rather annoyed*

Miron:<font color="#000000">You!

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Gasp. ))

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Me?&quot; Calrach tilts his head as he keeps walking.

Miron:<font color="#000000">It was you who cast a mind-altering spell on me back in the castle, wasn't you!? In hopes you'd get me declared sick, and force me to leave the party again!?

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi goes flat in her expression. &quot;What?&quot;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;....What in the world are you talking about?&quot; No bluff here, complete truth. :&gt;

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why would I want to get you out of the party?&quot; You're much too fun to mess with!

Miron:<font color="#000000">Ah, playing as if you don't know?

Faerie:<font color="#006666">(Sorry, being a bis tistracted here ^^;;;; )


 * VAE rofls

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Lady give me strength.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I really don't know what you're talking about. Liek I said, it seems as if you've got a case of Dissociative Visual Disorder.&quot; Bluff: &#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 17 + 10 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Gentelmen.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*turns to Tathi* It makes perfect sense... Back in the castle, when we held hands... This man must have cast a spell on me.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Please cork your spleen, and let us be gone from here.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now, now, halfling, I doubt it's anything so severe.&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">Dissociative Visual Disorder indeed.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi is still giving them all an odd look.

Miron:<font color="#000000">And one of the ways that can be caused, is via touch-range spells.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;yes, let us go. You really should talk to Cadamon about that some more, Miron.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Have we arrived in town yet? :U ))

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Listen to the man, he speaks sense.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;After all, if it was Dissociative Visual Disorder, then he would be seeing unusual green spots on things next...&quot;


 * Cadamon Gardner toys with the ring of prestidigitation in his pocket.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Green spots?

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Oh, Calrach has to try so hard not to grin right then and there. He loves his new partner-in-crime.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">And people seem to think we Cuthbertines are all dour. |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">Either way. The thing to find out is, why does *he* want to get rid of me so hard.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach waits for everyone to start walking again.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Ah, crap, gonna need a machine restart.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( D: ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Getting too hot here.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( *sends Fae some chocolate milk* ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Get back soon~ ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Computer trouble, just needs time to cool.

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brother Miron, that may be the fever talking. After all, the good halfling has only just met you. We must assume that all parties are innocent until proven guilty, not the other way around.&quot;


 * Sszeyl scoffs in Elven.

Miron:<font color="#000000">But it makes perfect sense! He has fooled everyone by fervent co-operation. I, as a newcomer, have no preconceptions, and as such, if he was to appear in any way suspicious, it'd be obvious to me!

Miron:<font color="#000000">As such, making me appear insane is his best bet!

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">In Elven: &quot;Miron's in top form, at least.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus hangs his head. =w=;;;;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you going to keep standing here and slinging accusations, or are we going to move on?&quot; Calrach hoolds his arms in the direction of the road.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Though I wonder when the last time he and Sir Gardner worked together. :/&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I'll be watching you. Carefully.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Now let's go on

Miron:<font color="#000000">''And i thought the Drow was untrustworthy. Why does *this* happen every time I leave? ''


 * Cadamon Gardner pats Thomas' shoulder as he passes, muttering &quot;Sometimes it's good to take some time out to enjoy the more fun things in life, am I wrong?&quot; |3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach realizes he unfortunately cannot slip behind Miron to cast another spell without being noticed...and so he stays ahead, in perfect view of Miron, and hopes his partner-in-crime can help.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">And that's right when Tathi comes up from behind, using prestigination to make a bunch of spider like limbs clamber over the top of Miron's head, wringling and flexing all scary like. &quot;MIRON WATCH OUT.&quot; Tathi calls.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Crime? No, this is discipline for disobeying orders to stay put. :3

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He came up with the perfect next setup after all, so it's only fair he gets the chance to do it.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*grabs whatever is at his head*

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">=3=;;


 * VAE likes Cadamon's take on discipline


 * Thomas Lazarus just keeps walking mutely. He doesn't want to take sides. ^^;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">While patting Thomas' shoulder, Cadamon makes a small twist of his ring... and two small green spots appear on the back of Thomas' cloak.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi giggles, and dispels the effect. &quot;Really, Miron, you should be more acqianted with cantrips.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus is indoctrinated into the conspiracy. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">In elven: &quot;Elros, Tathi, Aelian, could we speak while we travel?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Oh, elf, you're overdoing it...

Miron:<font color="#000000">Cantrips... Insanity causing spells are no cantrip..

Miron:<font color="#000000">*notices the spots*

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

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Just in time, Fae. ))

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi blinks, looking over at the drow. &quot;An elven meeting??&quot; She inquires..

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Quite.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Tom, seems like your cloak is dirty

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Eh, I should probably get a log.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*looks around*


 * Cadamon Gardner surreptitiously twists the ring, making the spots move and multiply slowly.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Mkay. We're just trolling Miron hardcore, though. x3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Is it..?&quot; He pauses and looks down.

TMG:<font color="#000000">here it comes..

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well.. it was quite the few battles..&quot; :.

Miron:<font color="#000000">It seems so. There are two.. wait, no .. five.. six?


 * Thomas Lazarus quietly sighs. No true tact, any of you. =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">What the bloody hell?


 * Cadamon Gardner makes the spots wink out. &quot;Thomas' cloak looks fine to me, brother... What are you seeing?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi covers her face with her palm. &quot;You are ALL awful.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">''Aw, elf! Don't ruin it!''

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">In elven: &quot;After all this business is settled.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">There are green spots on the lower end of it.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;The negotiations with Coralline will begin. Ideally.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh dear.&quot; Cadamon dons a sad look and shakes his head. &quot;It's worse than I feared...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Green spots?! Calrach suddenly speaks up. &quot;It's the Dissociative Visual Disorder! Just like Cadamon said!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;When they do, I would like you three to be present at the hearing.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*looks at his own cloak*


 * Cadamon Gardner places some spots on Miron's boots.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;First stage is seeing lights at the edge of one's vision, second stage is seeing green spots on things...what was that final stage again, priest? Surely you remember these afflictions better than I, as a medical man.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh bother. That crazy high elf who was trying to have you killed?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Quite.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...No, wait, I just remembered.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Now... if something was wrong with *me*, I'd be seeing them... oh crap.''

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was seeing -black- spots, wasn't it?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Is Tathi having the tact to respond in Elven? :B ))

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wasn't that the third stage?&quot;

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, putting puppy out

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;We can only hope it hasn't reached that point. If it has, there's only one cure...&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... and it's very bitter.&quot; |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">''That bloody saboteur... it progresses quick, sure it does ''

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ahhh, the cure! Of course! Hurry, let us hurry to town so we can brew it!&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach picks up his walking speed as the buildings come into view.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi has a deadpan expression. Oh god what..

Miron:<font color="#000000">''There's only one way to prove it... ''

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( From now on, Underlines from me indicate Elven. ))


 * Cadamon Gardner makes the spots wink out.

Miron:<font color="#000000">''I must act quick, before it takes over. ''

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Just to be clear, I will not be asking Coralline to cease any future attempts at having me killed.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi quirks an eyebrow. &quot;Why?&quot; She asks in elven. &quot;Some kind of challange?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">As the party enters the town, Calrach leads at the front of thr group to the local apothecary.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;One move in a greater political gambit. If she's rendered toothless, her organization may not contact her anymore.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll go in and get the cure.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;If however, she still has options...&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Stand back, all of you!

Miron:<font color="#000000">I'll prove he did it!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach blinks.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Well. Hopefully, she will develop some sense from the whole affair.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus just watches them head off, blandly. &quot; Talk about wringing every last drop of blood from the stone. &quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*produces the Potion of Truth he was carrying ever since Baxter and Bart*

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sir Cadamon is getting your cure, good gnome...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Howver, her only stipulation is that she hire mercenaries skilled enough to avoid harming neutral parties.&quot;


 * Cadamon Gardner enters the building, then returns with a cup of water, prestidigitation enchanted to taste like bitter licorice.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah, and there he is now.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">See this? I have been guarding it for an interrogation, but its time has come.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Which she will be guilty for if she breaks.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Here we are, brother. The cure comes in two parts... this is the first.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">It's a potion of truth, but a saboteur like you probably knows!

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... What are you doing, brother?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;When is this trial again?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;But, if this were to go to trial via the human courts, she'd face the noose.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Elixir of Truth.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach surreptitiously takes a step back to get Miron to focus less on him and more on Cadamon.

Miron:<font color="#000000">If he drinks it, he'll be forced to reply truely.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;If I recall correctly...a week and two days from today.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">That way, i can prove he's a saboteur, and that he has poisoned my mind with a spell.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Wait, huh? Why, Miron! How outlandish! You'd waste something like that?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brother Miron, it's hardly worth using magic to force the truth out in this case.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cadamon himself has your brew!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">See? He pulls back like a snake! He's afraid of the truth.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sir halfling, I'll need your help for the second part of the cure, so please stay nearby.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus just observes flatly from a distance. &quot;...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course, Sir Cadamon.&quot;


 * Cadamon Gardner crouches and offers the cup to Miron.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Well. We have time then. I guess we'll just enjoy ourselves until then.&quot;

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I wonder.. what evidence do you have she hired these assassins?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Man, this gnome has a knack for almost ruining the punchline...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">erp, no quote


 * Thomas Lazarus walks near Skar. &quot;Let's atleast escort Ms. Lundy to a place of safe keeping, shall we?&quot;

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

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

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mm.&quot; Consider it done.

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">:U

Miron:<font color="#000000">So... will you drink on your own? *stare*

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Junior Commander Gardner! We're a step away from the proof!

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Please drink your medicine.&quot; ^^;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Allright... but then, i'll question him.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*takes the medicine*

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;After the second part of the cure, I doubt you'll find it necessary.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*drinks* *cough* This... this is sharp!


 * Cadamon Gardner stays knelt, at gnome and halfling height, and smiles. &quot;The second part is more bitter to some.&quot;


 * Cadamon Gardner looks to Calrach. &quot;The truth.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, letting the puppy in

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">*holds up the elixir*

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah yes, the truth. Such a funny fickle thing.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">And you will tell it.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;You see, Miron, the cure is for little gnomes who get out of bed before they are supposed to...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Le deliver the prisoner to local Mace outpost? =3=

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach waves his hands, and...the spell Dancing Lights appears in front of him.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Done and done. Sort of.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Some little halfling decides to have fun.&quot; :&gt;

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


 * Cadamon Gardner holds up his ring and lets it sparkle green for a moment. :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">So it was you, but .. *bleep*

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Tathi.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">And Cadamon?

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;What was even better that I had SUCH an ally!&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let this be a lesson to you to not leave the infirmary early without permission.&quot; ^^


 * Thomas Lazarus glances at the shenanigans flatly. =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">I wouldn't...

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach goes and bumps up agains Cadaom. &quot;You really outdid yourself, priest!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Come, we're going to see if the barter system can still be called upon.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*stares at the two*

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Justice comes in many forms, after all.&quot; ^^

Miron:<font color="#000000">The hell... I should have bloody recognised that spell. *facepalm*


 * Cadamon Gardner pats Miron's shoulder. &quot;Come, let's get you something to drink that isn't enchanted water.&quot; ^^

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">back, reading up

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach rearranges his Dancing Lights to be a single rainbow orb, and makes it float above his own head, as Calrach starts tilting and turning his head. No matter how he does so, the little ball of light remains perched on his cranium and out of direct sight.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Staying in bed? See what has that done to me?


 * Cadamon Gardner folds his hands into his robe sleeves. ^^

Miron:<font color="#000000">I thought he cast Insanity on me.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;How about answering Aelian first?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Justice be done, Inquisitor Steelsprocket!&quot; And finally, Calrch breaks down in utter uncontrollable laughter.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( I'm sorry, I disconnected. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( If Aelian asked a question ,I didn't get it. ))

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I wonder.. what evidence do you have she hired these assassins?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He sings to his knees holding his sides, convulsing as he laughs so loudly.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">*stares for a moment, then begins laughing too*

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Their own testimonies.&quot;

Jack:<font color="#000000">As Thomas sidles up to the bar, a black and white collie puts its paws on the counter and looks at him, tail wagging, mouth open in a canine grin.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach eventually walms down, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye, and he goes skipping away to join the others.

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Ah. Allright then. Let's catch up to Thomas now.&quot; And Tathi gang is awaaaay!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well, hello there.&quot; He leans over to pat Jack's head. |3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thanks again, Sir Cadamon!&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">At least i didn't waste that Ellixir for nothing.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Hold up.&quot;


 * Cadamon Gardner laughs along with them, waving to the halfling. &quot;Any time. Don't get in too much trouble!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Tathi, Aelian.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Let's go by the magic shop.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I did say it wouldn't be necessary.&quot; ^^

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi tilts her head. &quot;Why?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;See how many scrolls I can get for you in exchange for an enchanted sword.&quot;

Traveler's Dog:<font color="#000000">Cat. :O

Miron:<font color="#000000">The last time i've been conned this hard...

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Gah! D:

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

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Stop clicking me when I'm being clicked! D:

Miron:<font color="#000000">Remember the thing Anise persuaded Landon to pull?

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Hello again.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Hello again.&quot;


 * Jack leans his head on the bar, enjoying the pettings, tail wagging faster. :3


 * Thomas Lazarus draws a carefully cloth-wrapped half-full bottle of wine from his satchel. &quot;May I have a cup or two to finish this off? We've just returned from castle Osyluth, with its dark Lady in tow. Your hauntings should be growing sparcer, to be sure.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... And I ... really need a drink.&quot; =3=;

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Cadamon, cadamon. I'll get you both for this. Eventually :3 ''


 * Kyle Talrain raises an eyebrow and gives a low whistle.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Returns to rest of party.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;At least it seems we don't have a saboteur among us&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;So that's where your group was on its way to? I can't say I blame you. Here you are.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Job's not finished yet, though.&quot; Calrach pipes up.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Excuse me.&quot;

Jack:<font color="#000000">Little person! :D

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Do you allow bartering in place of hard currency?&quot;

Jack:<font color="#000000">The dog puts its paws on the bar and tries to sniff at Calrach.


 * Sszeyl shows +1 rapier.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Much obliged.&quot; He fills a cup and takes his time finishing it off.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;There's still some of the necromancer's minions haunting the place. If she's executed before they're taken care of, they'll go wild...oh, hello big one!&quot; Calrach holds a hand forward to let the dog sniff.

TMG whispers: Of course, what the Dog smells is -nothing- like a person. :B

Valerian:<font color="#000000">&quot;Depends. We're not much for weapon sales. That would be the blacksmith. Desert Fire Blacksmiths, just down the road to the east on your right.&quot;

Jack:<font color="#000000">Wag wag wag. :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Awww, you're good doggy, huh?&quot; Calrach reaches forward to scritch the dog's ears. &quot;Yes you are! Yes you are!&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;So there really was a necromancer holed up in there all along, and not just a residual haunting.&quot;

Jack:<font color="#000000">Wag wag wag wag wag wag! :D

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Oh, thank you.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That is so. We've been chasing her here all the way from Castleton.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Tathi, just a second. I'll hopefully be right back.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Le open.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Hello.&quot;

Blacksmith's Son:<font color="#000000">&quot; --!&quot; The human behind the counter starts briefly. &quot;-- Hello there.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I've a sword to sell.&quot;


 * Sszeyl shows rapier.


 * Teeny Rin takes a seat in Sszeyl's face. &gt;:3


 * Sszeyl 's face vibrates.

Blacksmith's Son:<font color="#000000">&quot;Can I see it?&quot; The man holds out a hand.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Oh god, I'm going to hell. |U ))


 * Sszeyl hands it over.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*still thinking* ''Well, serves me right for letting my guard down. ''


 * Blacksmith's Son weighs it in one hand, testing the weight and balance... &quot;... this is solid work... masterwork, at least... Had it checked for enchantments yet?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 4 + 7 = 11&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">''Still, bloody slime. Came in late, got mangled by a bloody raven, and fell for a primitive joke. ''

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;No, but I have suspiscions that it is enchanted.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Considering that it shrinks and grows depending on who's holding it. |U&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Also lights up if you do -this-&quot;


 * Sszeyl demonstrates.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Hmm. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( That might be meta information bleeding in. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Damn I need food and tea. D| ))

Blacksmith's Son:<font color="#000000">&quot;Uhmm...&quot; The man puts the sword down on the counter and rubs the back of his neck. &quot;... You'd probably want to get it checked to see exactly what enchantment is on it. My mom and Kosjir can tell, but I can't.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Sure, just a sec.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">And then suddenly, Elros wakes up. &gt;.&gt;;

Blacksmith's Son:<font color="#000000">&quot;D'you wanna wait for them, or see if they're still at the White Stag?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Cue yakety sax music as Sszeyl runs between stores.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I have time. |U&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;We'll just wait for him at the tavern..&quot;

Amadre:<font color="#0000FF">OOO! DOGGY! Hi! :&gt;


 * Elros needs to get some sort of improved ranged weapon.

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Oh! Hey! Hey! Hi!


 * Blacksmith's Son looks uncomfortable at the notion that this drow is going to be loitering around... =w=;;

Jack:<font color="#000000">Puppies! :D

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;If you like, though.&quot;


 * Jack vaults over the bar with practiced ease. :D

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I could go ask for her at the tavern.&quot;

Blacksmith's Son:<font color="#000000">&quot;Might be best. They could be a while.&quot; =w=;;;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach watches amsued as the dogs tumble around with each other.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Back in a flash.&quot;

Tavia:<font color="#0000FF">Oof! Hi. :&gt;

TMG whispers: WHOA, I didn't see that half-dragon in the tavern.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Excuse me.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Could you point me to the blacksmith?&quot;

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

Barmaid:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's her right there at the table near the fireplace. You're new in town, aren't you?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach leans back as the doggies keep playing and looks around the tavern--then suddenly double-takes.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Yep. |U&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">And stares right at the half-dragon patron.

Barmaid:<font color="#000000">&quot;Most locals recognize Kosjir.&quot; =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">=3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Hello. Your son sent me to request one of you for a bit.&quot; =3=

Blacksmith:<font color="#000000">The woman puts down a tankard and looks Sszeyl over. &quot;What for?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I'm trying to sell him a magic sword, and he doesn't know how to judge the scale. Nor do I.&quot;

Blacksmith:<font color="#000000">&quot;Easy enough. Where is it?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Your son was holding onto it while silently praying I wasn't one of those Drow who are stupidly violent.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;For the record, I'm not.&quot;


 * Kyle Talrain leans on the bar near Calrach and clears his throat. &quot;You know, it's rude to stare.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nah, just stupid -when- violent.&quot; Calrach calls over to Ssszeyl, sticking out his tongue.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;That time you tried to climb onto the back of a giant wolf? Remember that?&quot; :P

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( |U ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( TMG. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Review what you said, and whom you said it with. ))

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach suddenlys shakes his head and focuses on the bartender. &quot;Ah, er, sorry. Um. Just...one doesn't see many...er...dragons or draconics around, don't they?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oh come on meany, Sszeyl should be able to take playful jabs from his friends. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Except Calrach has no way of knowing about the wolves. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( |U ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">....uh?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Okay, you've lost me. o.O

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( You called Gnogglebolt Calrach. ))

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Dangit. xD

TMG:<font color="#000000">Pretend that was Gnogglebolt, yes. xD

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;It may have been stupid.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;But it was glorious. |U&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Gha, so gotta put one of these guys offscreen for the next adventure.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Welcome to my world. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">I know. xD

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not usually. They tend to be pretty secretive, from what I've heard. Kosjir's an unusual case in that regard, and he's had to put up with more than a few gawkers before. Not as unusual as some things around here, though, am I right?&quot; The bartender smirks, a feline ear flicking as his tail waves slowly.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I...um...er...suppose not.&quot;

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you an adventuring party, then?&quot; :D

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Welcome to the capital of weird. :P

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You must have been unconscious for the part where I was scrabbling to keep your viscera from hemmorhaging out of your gut. And got my neck mauled open for my trouble.&quot; =w=;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Yep.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I dragged both of you out of it. -Both- of you!&quot;


 * Sszeyl suddenly notices the sharply Brass colour of the half draggy.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Seal flares brightly, and Sszeyl rubs a temple. Suddenly sounding much more subed.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Ow.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And yes, we are an adventuring party. The Vigilant Guardians.&quot;

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, wow! You've probably got all kinds of great stories! My dad was an adventurer, you know -- he didn't fare so well against a bullete once and had to retire, but he had a whole lot of interesting stories to tell when it came down to it. Where did you come from? Where are you headed? I heard you went into the haunted castle! What was it like in there? Were there a lot of ghosts? Who was behind it all?&quot; :D

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Kyle is a half-catfolk? :B ))

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">Yep. Definitely brass dragon ancestry. =3=

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Holy MAGIC chatter-box!

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Pamela Lundy.&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">Proud leonal-based aasimar. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;She killed her husband, and animated taxidermed animals for her zoo.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mazio, back to Castle Osyltuh, yes we did, it was very unpleasant, not from what we saw, and Pamela Lundy.&quot; Gnogglebolt says, answering each and every question.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*Osyluth

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, bio

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Also...you say your father was the adventurer...does that make your mother the Dragon, then?&quot; Wow. Straight forward into personal space with a flat tone and expression. =3=

Faerie whispers: Sorry for being kinda...not on. -.-

Faerie whispers: My fault, trying to multitask, and failing badly.

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;Astilabor's amber gems, that's horrible! Lord Lundy was a big-game hunter, you know, not surprised that there were a lot of taxidermed animals around. Did you fight a lot of them? Have you fought a lot of big monstrous creaures? Yes, she is! I think she still lives in the desert unless she's changed where her lair is. Have you ever been to the desert?&quot; :D

Faerie whispers: ._.

You whisper to Faerie: It's okay. Jump in whenever you feel like it.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;In a past life.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Was her name by chance Vaerithosgix?&quot;


 * Liatai channels her inner Mink. :9

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;And to answer your question of big monsters, yes. About seven in total.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Assorted large animals, mostly. =3=&quot;


 * Ezer hides under the table. &gt;.&gt;

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;Vaerithosgix? Oh, you mean the copper dragon? No, no! My mom's a brass dragon. Don't know much about Vaerithosgix. They say she helped kill a red wyrm! That was a long time ago, though. Well, not so long for a dragon, but a long time ago.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I'm sorry.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;My mind is mixed up.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Draconic names are hard to get straight with all the syllables.&quot;

Blacksmith:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're doing it again, Kosjir.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach, meanwhile, keeps shuffling uncomfortably.

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Oh!&quot; D: &quot;I'm sorry! Was I talking too fast?! I do that all the time, I'm sorry. It's a bad habit. I just can't stop when I get going sometimes.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">He goes back to watching the dogs play around, though it seems they've run down their energy and are now in a big cute dogpile.

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anything I can get for you folks while you're here?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">also, it...looks like...

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;So yes.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">I am in the clear for the rest of the day. o.o

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;A tea if you would please, I suppose. Whatever you have is fine.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Family's getting ready to leave, but they haven't said anything to me and neither are they trying to drag me along.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Could one of you part from here for a moment to confirm the scale of magic on the wares I am attempting to sell?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">anyways, if anyone needs Miron, ping me on IRC. Assume he loiters around

TMG:<font color="#000000">Much good fortune!

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Kay~ ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">After all, he's confused, annoyed, and doesn't know this bloody place.

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, sure. I'll be along.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Thank you.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So...Thomas, Tathi. What do we need to do befoer we head back out?&quot;

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;Sorry, 'scuse me, pardon me.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are we going to head back in a few hours, or tomorrow morning?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;It takes a few days to get a weapon enchanted, no?&quot;

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;This is the weapon?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Yep.&quot;


 * Sszeyl is growing back his emotions. |U


 * Kosjir mutters a spell phrase and looks it over... &quot;It's a simple mild enchantment, good basework for any other enchantment you could place on it. But the workmanship is unusual! I haven't seen much like it. It's not elven, not dwarven -- functional, formed, but not overly ornate or fancy. The bronzed metal and some of the tooling indicates -- Mazian! I knew it!&quot; :D &quot;That's a stamp from one of Joulesburg's forges! I could give you 2,320 gold pieces for it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Excellent. Just one question.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I thought Maizo had a closed border policy? Isn't it illegal to have one of these swords then?&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Shit

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( ? ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Forgot the diner closes in half an hour.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Go go go! ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">terribly sorry, gotta go afk some more to make pupper supper and ghost supper.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Imma grab food real quick before it does.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Run Faezilla! ))

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

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not at all, they have a limited trade policy. They've been letting up on it in recent years, you know?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Ah, I see.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Shall we exhange metals, then? :3&quot;

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;Besides, I think the lord had some Mazian servants. Did you get this from one of them? Were they a ghost?&quot; :O

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Oh, sure!&quot; *ka-ching*

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Actually.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;A ghoul.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Was very pleasant. Except for cooking a human in his oven as part of a casserole.&quot;

You have disconnected.

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

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

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

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

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ugh! That's horrible! I hope it wasn't one of the missing people. I hope they're found, though I hope that the half-elven lady gets a chance to apologize to Mr. Talrain. That is, if she's guilty. They say she stole the white deer from the Stag. I think it could have been most anyone, but most people think it was her. Why would she steal it, though? I hope she gets a chance to apologize, Mr. Talrain's very forgiving. As long as she didn't sell it, I think he'd just give her a talk on respecting other people's possessions. I remember this one time in Obada when a caravan came through -- I'm doing it again, aren't I?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">so apparently maptools can only keep one autosave going at a time.. lost all my progress in Cold War. -.-

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

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Kosjir: &quot;-- Oh, sure!&quot; *ka-ching* Sszeyl: &quot;Actually.&quot; Sszeyl: &quot;A ghoul.&quot; Sszeyl: &quot;Was very pleasant. Except for cooking a human in his oven as part of a casserole.&quot; TMG: testingf You have disconnected.

GM:<font color="#000000">Everyone loaded?

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I'm sorry, what?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">ghost; erm....yeaaaah, there's only a single autosave file, like any other program. ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Who is Mr. Talrain, and what half-elven lady?&quot;

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Yo~ ))

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;Mr. Talrain's the owner of the White Stag! He looks kind of catlike, he's hard to miss. They say he's descended from a leonal guardinal -- I can believe it! And there was this half-elven lady who disappeared a few days ago from the caravan after stopping at the White Stag. They said they could smell the odor of a freshly-opened grave all over her wagon... gives me the heebie-jeebies just thinking about it! I bet the ghosts from the castle came and took her away.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Same here.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;One of the ghouls,&quot; Flint mutters. &quot;Makes sense. That blinking one could have kidnapped someone and left no trace, easy.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Does anyone have a description of her?&quot;

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ask a guard! Or Mr. Talrain might know. He's been asking around trying to find her, doubling his efforts now that she's turned up missing.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Very good.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus slides out of his seat, and places a silver on the bar as a tip. The wine bottle is mostly empty now, so it and the cup are left behind.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Thank you.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Le ninja away~

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;He gets along really well with the bards that pass through, you know? They call the White Stag something like a -- what do they call it. A webwork? No...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Network.&quot;

Kosjir:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's it! A 'network hub,' whatever that means.&quot; :D

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">x3

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;See you in the bar, then.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Tathi has a sack of 2320 gold dumped on her lap.


 * Edaric is watching the barmaid sing. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">or 232 platium pieces. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Have fun with all that, I've got a lead on a possible prisoner in the castle.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( No, gold. Because it's heavier. |U ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That's like 46 pounds of gold. That would probably injure her. =w=;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( =3=;;; ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Okay, maybe platinum then. ))

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

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... She's kind of pretty.&quot; (:3

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Are you Mr. Talrain?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus slips out.

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am. Kyle Talrain. What can I do for you?&quot;

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

Teeny Rin:<font color="#660000">You can't hide from me!

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I understand you had a white stag stolen from you?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">... why was Meany trying to pulverize Tathi with money?

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;And a possible suspect vanish?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus approaches Miron in the street.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Because I want the information on possible living people before money. :U ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He sighs, resting his hands at his waist. &quot;Hey, brother.&quot;

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Yo. ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I know you've been away for days in bed and such, and probably have more questions than answers about all we've been up to..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But I was wondering if you had a bit to just talk.&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Heh. Sorry about that, the cafeteria closes at 7PM. So, I kinda wanted to grab dinner before then. &gt;.&gt;;

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">now, where's everyone

VAE:<font color="#000000">ahm wrong map

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;What is all this money for?&quot; 232 plat?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">They've been flitting around blackwood, shooting the breeze.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Go buy scrolls and potions.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;We've got lots of monster fighting tomorrow.&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, as a matter of fact!&quot; The man frowns, tail twitching. &quot;It was my grandfather's. It used to rest right on the mantlepiece over there, until someone made off with it. I thought it may have been a half-elven woman with the caravan passing through, but she vanished several nights ago. I've been trying to track her down since. Did you happen to see her in that castle? Hopefully before that necromancer your group mentioned got to her.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Wait, you mean it wasn't alive?&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not as far as I know.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;(Don't let the Halfling get to you. He's a total pest. =w=)&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Sir, I have bad news.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I guess there's nothing better to do, anyways. So far, the best thing to have happened to me was when i broke free from the undead bird.

Miron:<font color="#000000">And frankly, my head still hurts from it.


 * Thomas Lazarus smirks faintly.

Elros:<font color="#006666">...how did I get out here again? o.o

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;The necromancer who originally ran the caslte had a specialty.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach takes interest in Sszeyl and the bartender's conversation.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;She reanimated taxidermed animals to fight for her.&quot;


 * Kyle Talrain chuckles sadly. &quot;She'd have a hard time doing that with my grandfather's deer.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;It is likely your white stag is now an undead, that will need to be severely damaged before it's returned.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Oh?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well.&quot; He folds his arms and looks at the sky thoughtfully. &quot;..You're a lot older than me, and familiar with this type of thing.&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's marble.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;A statue?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I've just been thinking, lately, that.. I've been getting more and more.. harsh.. since I left the temple&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Very nice.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I've been neglecting my concerns as a healer.. a little. Have I become more reckless? Is my heart hardening? ... I fear I'm overdue for a vacation from these bloody stresses, lest I begin becoming an entirely different person. Is that a normal part of.. this kind of life? An adventurer? Inquisitor?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Well then, could you give me the dimensions of your stag, then?

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;


 * Sszeyl takes out his sketchpad.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;And if you can recall the half-elf's face, that would be helpful.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Neglecting your concerns? I.. I don't know. I wasn't with you while you were in that castle... my body failed me in just about the worst moment possible.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach pays close attention, too.

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's smaller than your average housecat. The horns are made of brown alabaster, and the eyes and hooves are alexandrite. You'll know it if you see it, the eyes and hooves chance color depending on what angle you look at it fron. As for the half-elven woman, she had hair about as long as Laurel's, there, blonde and straight.&quot; He gives a few other facial details.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I just meant in general. Today was just one day. But I see your point.&quot; He nods.

Miron:<font color="#000000">But as for the harshness... i can perhaps see what you mean. Back at the temple, you healed the sick... sickness is an evil too, but a natural one. Here.. you seen the work of twisted minds.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Taking ten.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;10+8 = 10 + 8 = 18&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Craft Painting checks, on both of those descriptions.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">:U

Peppy Barmaid:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 9 + 5 = 14&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Perform (singing) check...

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Thank you. Hopefully by tomorrow the stag will be recovered.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( She has the same mod as moi? :V ))


 * Edaric hesitates for a moment, hand halfway to his lute...

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Edaric, go flirt with her.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Remember the time you found the symbols of your fellow priests? Being an Inquisitor is often like that.. you get called in where others failed and died... To do that.. one must be hard.


 * Edaric 's cheeks turn a little red. &gt;///&gt;;;;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm.&quot; He looks at the cobblestones in the street.

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


 * Thomas Lazarus closes his eyes and frowns while cradling his chin. &quot;... I can't believe I threw that woman's cat out the window. =3=;&quot;


 * Edaric takes out his lute... and begins to strum along, quietly. &#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 16 + 13 = 29&#160;  &#187; Perform check to assist.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;I'm not sure we need more couples happening. The rest of us get little enough sleep as it is.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">''Shut them out and just play, Ed... =w=;;;; ''

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Well, Tathi?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Going to go buy the scrolls and potions?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach grins and winks at Edaric as he notices the musical duet starting.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I think I'm going to relax. Maybe in the morning.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Very well.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">was Miron able to hear the thing in small letters?

VAE:<font color="#000000">(to Hatari)

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sure. It was just quiet.

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


 * Sszeyl exits the tavern, and goes to the fountain.


 * Sszeyl sits down and paints. =3=

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d20+8+mod = 19 + 8 + 0 = 27&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I guess that all makes sense. ... It's just come as a surprise to me, I guess. That such a thing would start coming over me. I guess.. it has to, in a way. As an Inquisitor.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">After a while, the active street scene of a Halfling market, and horse stable takes shape.

Dr. Hatari whispers: I was planning to have this conversation with Zairith XD

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: I almost think Zairith would have been a better ear than Miron... XD But it happens!

Miron:<font color="#000000">*nods* You have done what you had to do to win, and you fought for justice. Let me put it this way, brother. Steel isn't forged with cake, but with a steel-headed hammer. In the same way, there's no way for us but, in some way, to take on ways of those we fight. But just like the blacksmith's hammer isn't a brigand's sword, we aren't them.

Dr. Hatari whispers: I think the overall mood may have been skewed by my IRL cackling.

You whisper to Dr. Hatari: X3


 * Thomas Lazarus nods solemnly.


 * Sszeyl flips over the sheet, for the next painting.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d20+8+mod = 13 + 8 + 0 = 21&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Craft (painting) check!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's just been getting to me lately. What with the.. assassins. And this witch hunt.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Meanwhile, a fighter is trying to get his ranger friend to spot him some gold for a set of slashing weapons. =w=;; I have 50 GP total... You know I'll pay you back...


 * Thomas Lazarus chuckles ruefully. &quot;I think I really do need a break.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Indeed. Danger lurks at every corner.. and soon enough, you begin to see it even where it is not.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">sorry I've been quiet.. puppy is occupying my time

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">A portrait of the Tailor, and the Helmeted guard chatting each other up takes shape.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( It's alright. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Douglas is too cute to say no to. =3= ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1865-310-306-306 = 1865 - 310 - 306 - 306 = 943&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Miron:<font color="#000000">But then.. the one time you let your guard down might be your last. That is what i live by.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Maybe. ... I rather hope not, though. I had wanted nothing better than to be a community's priest. But.. I've resolved to do whatever has to be done for the greater good. Even if it means becoming something else.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns a bit. &quot;...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Next. &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 2 + 8 = 10&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Painting...

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">A tree. With just a hint of the halfling druid standing behind it.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Next. &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 14 + 8 = 22&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Painting...

Miron:<font color="#000000">Indeed. Life has odd turns sometimes. I wanted to be an alchemist once, one of the great maesters.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Portrait of the Mage, Sorcress, and child talking.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;You're in good company now, brother.&quot; He claps the gnome's shoulder.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Now, instead of making magical constructs i break them down, and have to buy potions from a shop *grins*

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Next. &#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 13 + 8 = 21&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Painting...

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Tom and Miron~

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Except Miron's a Dwarf.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I suppose it's just as well. Better than getting pneumonia in a dark lab somewhere. Now you get to skulk dark labs of others with a few friends along.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Speaking of. Shall we hunt them down? I feel a little better now, atleast&quot; ^^


 * Flint Carthan coughs. &gt;.&gt;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;And you won't get rheumatism kneeling in front of a golden solar disc!&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus chuckles.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That I won't.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 10 + 8 = 18&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Painting...


 * Smoke joins the dogpile! :D

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">A dogpile.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">=3=

VAE:<font color="#000000">fun fact

VAE:<font color="#000000">I almost wrote &quot;golden solar dick&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros nods to Flint and Landon as they enter.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas: =3=;;;;;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Mustn't...laugh... ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Ow my lungs. ))


 * Flint Carthan nods back. Both inquisitors are bearing what look like new axes. Better zombie-cutting implements!

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">seriously - i noticed the typo as my finger was on enter

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tea going up the nose is painful. XD

VAE:<font color="#000000">pfft!

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Church of the golden solar dick is now a meme.

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


 * VAE checks with an alchemist

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 4 + 8 = 12&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Painting...

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ghostwish's teeth become &quot;shark&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">An apple. =3=

GM:<font color="#000000">Let me know when everyone's back in the White Stag and ready for me to advance to nighttime.


 * Thomas Lazarus heads back to the stag. &quot;We should decide whether we're heading back there tonight or resting first.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660000">One sec, gotta reload dishwasher and take dog out.

Miron:<font color="#000000">I say we should deal with them as soon as we are able to.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Why do you have like eight chairs total Kyle &gt;:O

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">NO FURTHER TIPS.

GM:<font color="#000000">Meany, Hatari, you will note that Flint and Landon now have new weapons in their tokens.


 * Dr. Hatari notes.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros is still sitting at the bar, looking somewhat pensive, but ccontent.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">hmm...oh!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Lieutenant Commander? Do you think it should be wiser to rest before returning to the castle..? Or shall we make haste incase anyone else yet lives within?&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">So, we've been in town for the rest of the day? Say, 8 hours? :o

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;(Although I've my doubts Pamela would keep living company for anything but... food.)&quot;


 * Cadamon Gardner nods solemnly at Thomas' statement.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Remember the black druids' cave. We didn't expect that demon to lurk in there, either.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Now that Pamela is incarcerated, the mindless undead should keep on as before... However, you should ask Miss Tathi and the other spellcasters of the group. Much of my magic,.exempting orisons, has already been expended today.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">No worries.. not like i used much spells dealing with the bloody bird.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">If the time was had, Gnogglebolt goes to whereever we dropped off the carts, and Gnogglebolt retireves his tools and materials, and makes a little more progress on his bombchucker.

Miron:<font color="#000000">And this here *taps his mace* is longing for something to do after the weeks i've been forced to lie down.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Craft &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 8 + 17 = 25&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; vs DC 22

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Meh.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;It was hardly weeks.&quot; :/

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;22*25 = 22 * 25 = 550&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;It's been exactly eleven days since the Sargano tomb.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not even two weeks.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Well.. it *felt* like weeks.


 * Thomas Lazarus had no idea either. :B

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1774.2-55.0 = 1774.2 - 55.0 = 1719.2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Miss Tathi? How are your stores of arcane power?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Seriously, Cadamon. An inquisitor is not made to lie down like a log...

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Even the hardiest inquisitor requires downtime. No matter how much some may think they don't need it.&quot; :/

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Remember the saying about those who hunt monsters.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;As long as whatever you're doing doesn't send this building into the next town, Gnoggle.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach flits around town most of the day, collecting stories and causing mischief.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I.. wouldn't mind some rest, if the others are low on spells. I have enough to dispatch some more lesser undead, certainly. ... But ... well.&quot; =3=;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I did kind of almost get mauled to death by a giant tiger and Mr. Giggles again.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;A very valid point.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh, pshaw.&quot; Gnogglebolt grunts to Elros, and continues working.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;My vote goes toward resting, as well. But, it's not my decision alone to make.&quot; ^^; &quot;Well, Guardians?&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well...&quot; Gnogglebolt looks up from the inscrutable pile of pieces on the table.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">... =3=

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I don't rely on magic, of course, so I'm good to go at any time...however, if the rest of you are low on magic...hmm...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, you're all -low- on magic, but not -empty- on magic, correct?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did you stock up on ammunition, archer?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660000">Back.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;All but my weakest offensive magic has been used up.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The only thing i shall say is, that we aren't the only ones who'll benefit from a rest.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;(I forgot your name... Flint is rubbing off on me... ^^;;;;;)&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I could still carry through a major battle with a little magic left. But that's all. And, if I've been keeping accurate count, this healing wand is down to 6 uses left before it disintegrates.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;I...well, in my opinion, maybe we gcould go out again in a sort of probing strike. We'll going in, keep close to the exits, engage anything we find. If they're weak, we walk all over them, but if we meet heavy resistance, we retreat and say we're done for the night.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I should think Brian will be rather stunned when I go back, again.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;The smith?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;A sound idea, perhaps. We have a few hours before night falls in earnest.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;He was shocked when I went back last time. This will be the 2nd wand I've consumed in a few weeks.&quot; ^^;


 * Thomas Lazarus mixes up Max and Brian again. |D

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So, is anyone opposed to the idea of going back tonight, just to deliberately use up the rest of what we got to make tomorrow just a little bit easier?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;(What a faker.)&quot; =w=;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll go wherever you guys go. I've only got maybe one more big illusion in me, but then again, illusions only work on things that actually have a mind to fool.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can still stab all day with the best of 'em.&quot; Calrach holds up his spear.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I'd like to go.&quot;

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


 * Edaric pulls away from his conversation. &quot;. . . Give it some thought, okay? You've got talent. It would be a shame for it to go to waste.&quot; :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">In the interest of just... getting the rest of the dungeon out of the way, painlessly

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Let's just rest and then steamroll it. =3=;;

Peppy Barmaid:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will! Thank you.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">With the antagonist gone, it's sort of not as compelling to wade through encounters and init order slowly.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So let's have the ability to just blow the crap out of em. =w=

TMG:<font color="#000000">well, there qwas your -own- point of possible survivors. :B

Meany:<font color="#660000">Troof.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Yeeeaaahhh that was in character.

VAE:<font color="#000000">are you sure the antagonist is gone?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I don't give a shit out of character. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">at least, all of them?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tom =/= me. If our arguing weren't indicitive enough. :B *brick'd*

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;The mindless undead should keep on doing whatever Pamela last assigned them to, seeing as she isn't dead and isn't exactly in a position to order them around. If we do rest tonight, it should make little difference.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Very well. =3=&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;But let's be off early in the morning, then.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;And I highly doubt, given her modus operandi, that she has a necromancer in her employ that isn't as tightly under her thumb as her butler was.&quot; =3=;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...yeah, alright.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;If there is something of particular note we could -gain- from going tonight, I say we should. But, as you say, I doubt the situation will change much over night.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I would feel horrendous if my hunch is wrong and anyone loses their lives over it.. but.. really.&quot; He frowns a bit.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..She just wouldn't deign to let her prisoners live for no reason. She just uses them as dolls.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's rest so as not to be overhwelmed. That throne room looked challenging.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I don't know if I'll sleep very easily tonight, but from everything we know, that's probably right.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Eat some turkey, then.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;According to Lethiriss, turkey meat makes one very sleepy. =3=&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;If it helps at all, your rooms from last night are still available at 5 silver pieces a head.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">*Thomas goes upstairs OH NO TWILIGHT ZONE NON-SPACE D:*


 * Landon Skar puts down the 6 GP.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah...alright. Let's just rest up now, and be ready to move out once more at the crack of dawn.&quot;

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">A moth flies out of his changepurse. =3=;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...why don't you let me handle that, Landon. ^^;&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi and Aelian get a room. What's the charge again?

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


 * Elros deducts 5 sp for the room for himself.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... You've seriously only got ten gold in there? I thought you were kidding.&quot;


 * Landon Skar looks flatly at Flint.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Deducting from his own money, of course.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;After buying Tathi's scrolls for her, I'm down to eighteen. :B&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus whispers amusedly, &quot;So, I take it when I get promoted, the pay grade is still... nothing?&quot; =w=

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">what scrolls?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt gives three platinums to Landon. &quot;That should keep you covered until we get back to Castleton.&quot;


 * Landon Skar hands them back.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Light of Lunia/Mercuria...and something else. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( And two scrolls of Knock. ))

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">&quot;Got enough to get by.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...you sure?&quot;

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

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Right. ))

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

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Yep. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Session before last. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( One big scroll of Light of Lunia/Mecuria/Venya and two of Knock. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You were playing Mother 3 so it's no surprise. :P

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt shugs, gathers up all his stuff off the other table, takes it back out to the carts, and comes back and heads up to the rooms.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( =3= ))

GM:<font color="#000000">Those of you who have levelled may level tonight if you so please. :3

GM:<font color="#000000">Going to be levelling the NPCs, talk amongst yourselves. :3


 * Thomas Lazarus LEVELLLLLS

Meany:<font color="#660000">THE QUIICKEEEENIIIING.


 * Elros is this close to leveling. This close.


 * Elros makes a pinching motion with his fingers.

Meany:<font color="#660000">x3

Tokens dropped onto map 'Blackwood - Market'Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">ahh, macro updatin' time

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+14 = 5 + 14 = 19&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; Knowledge history!

Meany:<font color="#660000">I trust you'll remember the scrolls you buy yourself, Ghost? |B

Meany:<font color="#660000">Or do we need to carve them into your forehead? |B


 * Meany brandishes chisel and hammer. |B

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 7 + 6 = 13&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Fort save for lulz...

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 20 + 6 = 26&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Fort save for lulz...


 * Flint Carthan backhands the flu. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">... Did you just fail. :|

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay, so level 6

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Actually, no, I recovered. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Just a hair under level 7, too.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">1k to go for Miron I think.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Recovered and stronger than before. 10 extra HP, yes! x3

VAE:<font color="#000000">under 1k ,yes

Flint Carthan:<font color="#660000">Awesome.

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">When you come downstairs in the morning, the bartender hails you.

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Adding 3 HP, because i don't feel like risk today

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Ack! Ow! Gah, beaned in the face! Stop throwing chunks of hail at us!

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( =3= ))

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Message arrived last night for you from Jerrash. He owns Spirit Stables in town here.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">how much plat was it again?

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( 232. ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt waves to the bright and early bartender. Did that guy ever sleep at all himself?


 * Sszeyl slept in the carriage. =3=

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">Ring of sustenance. It's a wonderful thing. :3

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Oh?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">right then. party, have fun buying scrolls and potions with that amount. The ghost doesn't do scrolls and potions. Pretty useless in his book.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( ...You better use the ones I bought you. B: ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Or Imma kneecap you. :B ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I never recorded having them.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt does restock his trust Tanglefoot Bag supply.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( *swings bat* ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Record it now. =3= ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">as far as feats go, taking Spontaneous Healer - that should free up many spell slots when preparing.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Or hell. Try adding them to your book. ))

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;He heard you'd gone to the castle, apparently. He wanted you to let him know if you encounter a black spectre spouting nonsense in there, and to put it down if you do.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Black spectre?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I think we noticed one, yes.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">100 gp for 2 tanglefoot bags.

VAE:<font color="#000000">i lve lawful neutral allignment - nongood, nonevil XD

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


 * Jack vaults over the bar.


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I think we did see that one.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Is there a story behind it we dare to hear?&quot;

Kyle Talrain:<font color="#000000">&quot;Word is it that Jerrash used to work for Lord Lundy years ago. Beyond that, I'm not certain.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">fark, browser froze up. Dunno if it will unfreeze.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Oh hey, I gained ranks in Knowledge (religion). :. &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 2 + 7 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Oh come on. :|

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d20+8 = 1 + 8 = 9&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Knowledge Religion check.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">So did I. :O &#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 13 + 5 = 18&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">You have no room to complain.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Finally! The unknowable allip is known! XD

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Nyoro~n. (:3

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Can Tom cast 3rd level spells? ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;2320-100 = 2320 - 100 = 2220&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He can cast 4th level spells.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">You may recall Commander Ashmore talking about a spirit of concentrated madness, created most often when someone commits suicide due to insanity. That black spectre? Yep, that was one of them. They can permanently madden someone with a touch if you're not careful.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;2220-375 = 2220 - 375 = 1845&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; A scroll of searing light for Tom.

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


 * Dr. Hatari researches. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oh?&quot; He holds it up closely and examines it.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">A second wand of cure light wounds.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Thank you. But -- :O&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1845-750 = 1845 - 750 = 1095&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Also.

Dr. Hatari: <font color="#ff0000">(( VAE is rubbing off on me. I was this close to entering wang get. Would have had trouble writing that one off. ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1095-750 = 1095 - 750 = 345&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">A wand of Enlarge Person for Tom.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( =3= ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Whoah hold on now. =3=;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">...I'd say something about Danny, but I can't think of it.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Tomzilla is too good a blitzkrieg. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Use the gold for Sszeyl

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( We need to field him good. ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron updated

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Tom always has a use of that spell.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( more* ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He doesn't need a wand of it. ^^;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Except Sszeyl can't cast. ))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">And I have one too, you know.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( And has no mod for UMD. ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">Am rubbing on ya with a golden solar dick?

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( |B ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You can still use the money to buy Sszeyl items. ^^;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Oh. Enlarge Person. I thought you meant Cure Light Wounds. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Cadamon had precious timing there.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I didn't know University of Maryland existed in DnD.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">(UMD &gt;.&gt; )

Liatai:<font color="#000000">What happened, VAE. XD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Did I lag. XD

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">VAE: Am rubbing on ya with a golden solar dick? Cadamon Gardner: And I have one too, you know.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Liatest, :15

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sszeyl: (( Except Sszeyl can't cast. )) Cadamon Gardner: And I have one too, you know.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That's what I saw. XD

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Actually...no I can't. ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">:15 at :15

TMG:<font color="#000000">I don't even know what's going on here anymore. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Anything of any use for less than one thousand gold has been bought. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( |B ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Soooo saaave uuuup. Dork. :P

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">Dungeon prep is what's going on! Or what should be going on. ^^

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We're level 7. Stuff is pricey now.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Correction. ))

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Yes. Save up or end up like me. Level 5 and with 4 gold to my name. :P

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( you're level seven. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The most important person is level 7 then. =3= *brick'd!*

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Tathi? ))

GM:<font color="#000000">Ahem!

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Sorry. ))

GM:<font color="#000000">Please move outside when you're ready to vworp. :3


 * Thomas Lazarus holsters the new wand alongside the old one. :9

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sorry Fae! D:

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">When are you going to return that guy's shirt, anyways. =3=

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Where'd the token go D:

Faerie:<font color="#006666">It's cool. Luckily, I hadn't clicked to move. x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh, there it is. x3

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone ready to go?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( So. ))


 * Flint Carthan holds up a handaxe.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Cadamon gets the Searing Light instead. =3= ))

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ready for more zombies.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus is seeming rather tougher and more forboding than ever. A far cry from his otherwise bubbly past demeanor. =3=

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Tathi has Light of Lunia/Mercuria/Venya and two Knocks. ))


 * Cadamon Gardner declines. &quot;I have that spell prepared twice today. It's a kind gesture, though.&quot; ^^

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( And Tom has a new wand. ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ready as I'll ever be.&quot; Gnogglebolt says, seeing the sun just barely starting to peek over the horizion, making a sliver of orange light.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( :. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Really, meany.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Ghostwish. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Stop buying stuff for everyone else with your own money. ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm feeling confident about it. I'm ready to try something new, today.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Would Tathi like a wand of first level magic missle? :B ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">It's a ncie gesture, but you need equipment too

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( I have equipment. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( =3= ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( and also am a monk. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So do we. But your gold is for you. :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">get a Monk's Belt.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It isn't just a flimsy ideal.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">CR sort of expects you to equip yourself.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Or you will no longer be able to pull your own weight against baseline challenges.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Any monk weapons I weild become magical. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">What Hatari says

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( I have a Wis boosting item for AC. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Then give them -extra- enchantments.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( My HP is decent for my LA. ))

GM:<font color="#000000">Whenever everyone is ready, please hop over to Castle Osyluth - Exterior.


 * Dr. Hatari hops!

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( And Tathi could use a wand of detect secret doors in our present situation. ))

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">She's an elf with an elf cohort. ^^;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( =3= ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Wait a second.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">She doesn't need a 50 charge wand of a spell that they both automatically have.

TMG:<font color="#000000">The swan boat...did someone say it lasts for 24 hours exactly?

GM:<font color="#000000">Sadly, it's gone already.

VAE:<font color="#000000">what's gone?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We made a makeshift bridge earlier out of a magic item.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Quaal's feather token. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Actually. If you all insist. ))

Shi:<font color="#000000">But your friendly neighborhood sharks are here!

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

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1095-500 = 1095 - 500 = 595&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;595-450 = 595 - 450 = 145&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Quaal's Feather Tokens get. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Whip, and Boat. ))

TMG:<font color="#000000">Meany! D:{

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">It should not amuse me so that the adorable mink token is on the bridge announcing the presence of horrible zombie sharks.

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( yo~ ))

GM:<font color="#000000">You people really don't want to go through the courtyard, do you. :P

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I do. =3=;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Give yourself that gold back, meany.

TMG:<font color="#000000">NNo one asked for a feather token. Sheesh.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Sorry, my wifi died. Last thing I saw was what I posted.

TMG:<font color="#000000">alex; hang on, whispering.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;So. How're we going in this time?&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;That side door should still be open, but we'd need to make our own bridge again or get rid of the sharks.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or we can chance the front gate.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I'd really just as soon try the gate, frankly.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">get off of me, miron. :[

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm...well, I guess we could go in the front if we're not expecting anyone to see our approach.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Tathi?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or, more accurately, we don't expect anyone to see us and care.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">And before I forget. Any mid-session noms while we contemplate the return to Castle Osyluth?

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

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Perhaps one of those Knock spells will unlock the gate?&quot;

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I actually saw most of that.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Tom for 'LEARN EMPATHY. LEARN.' ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I just said something that didn't get through. &gt;.&gt;;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Miron for triumphant return, ass-first. :B

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Seconded. ))

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Can I second my nom? &gt;:B

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Edaric for young love. ))

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Tathi Gang+Elros for Conspiracy to comit to legal documents. ))

Edaric:<font color="#000000">I was telling her she should check out formal voice training, you people. =3=;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Just keep telling yourself that.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You got: Pamela Lundy! (Doo-doo-doo-doooo~) =3=

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Nommng Edaric for BASHFUL

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Cadamon for Partner In Crime! :D

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Calrach and Cadamon for TROLLSAURUS REX. ))

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Seconding the nom for bashful

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Miron again for Advice. =w=

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Hmm.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Perhaps we -should- kill the sharks.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Did I pronounce it right? Sha-rrk?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If we could do it safely, I would be inclined to jump right to it. But I'm not sure how we even would. And yes.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi sighs, rummaging around for the scrolls. &quot;Not even sure how this spell works.. might not work on the gate..&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 2 + 3 = 5&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Knowledge Arcana check.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Maybe if we had.. a lance, or something.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Can't help you there.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;But humm.&quot;


 * Sszeyl holds up a token.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I bought this magical whip. :.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I might be able to go shark-hunting. Maybe.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Or you could try turning them.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Hmm

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;But as for getting through or over the gate...I got you guys covered.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I still have two fly potions

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A whip will probably not be able to destoy a zombie. Even if we spent all day long whipping it.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Miron - 200 XP - Triumphant return, ass in the air! 100 XP - Advice from the Elder.

Miron:<font color="#000000">If anyone has rope, we can tie it on the other end easily.. well, that's a good start

GM:<font color="#000000">Calrach and Cadamon - 100 XP - They see me trollin', they hatin'...

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;....I hope there are no actual traps on this bridge...&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Edaric - 100 XP - A bashful bard?! What is this blasphemy.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach carefully tiptoes forward across the bridge...


 * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow and eyes the moat. &quot;..Even if I did turn them, they wouldn't be destroyed by it.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Thomas - 100 XP - A little empathy goes a long way.

GM:<font color="#000000">Elros, Tathi, Aelian, Sszeyl - 100 XP - Preparing for legal battles.

You have disconnected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">....can you like, tape it closed or something? :B Or is that monumentally stupid and dangerous and will set your house on fire?

Meany:<font color="#660000">Yo.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">rofl, see, that's the thing. Nothing's flipping. The whole box just dies.

TMG:<font color="#000000">O.o

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">It needs to be replaced.

TMG:<font color="#000000">That...is bad, yesh.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">what the

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Did you just nuke our tokens? :P

Liatai:<font color="#000000">All the levelling work on the tokens was undone. ^^;

TMG:<font color="#000000">my tokens vanished from Exterior...

Meany:<font color="#660000">For everyone, yeah.


 * Dr. Hatari saved an updated Tom for pasting pleasure. =3=

Tokens dropped onto map 'Blackwood - Market'Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I saved mah token. :&gt;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - Exterior'TMG:<font color="#000000">ghost, might I recommend decreasing the time interval for campaign autosaves as long as you've got a zombiebreaker? &gt;.&gt;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Also, I had no idea Tathi was 4'5&quot;.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">That is crazy short.

Meany:<font color="#660000">MIDGETS.

Meany:<font color="#660000">MIDGETS EVERYWHERE.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Decreasing it too far makes for failed saves however...

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">She's an ELF you wankers. :P

TMG:<font color="#000000">then don't decrease it too far. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">And I'm sure that's what you were looking at too, Hatari. :P

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

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">Sszeyl is 5'5&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hang on, need to update tokens...

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">And Drow are shorter than elves.

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

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">He should be 4. Flat.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Hey, I come from weeaboo elf country where they're 7 feet tall. Final Fantasy XI. :P

Meany:<font color="#660000">Too bad.

Meany:<font color="#660000">=3=

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Drow are stunted, short little elves. :P


 * Ghostwish nukes Japan. For the fourth time.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Also.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Rhylinar?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Am I really 50% taller than the other non-''gnomes??? D:''

Meany:<font color="#660000">He's also 5'5&quot;.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Actually, no.

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Rhylinar is 5'3&quot;.

Meany:<font color="#660000">:U


 * Thomas Lazarus apparently horrifyingly towers at 6'3&quot; with Skar.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">And again, my netowrk that time.

TMG:<font color="#000000">By the way.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt is 3' 8''.

Rhylinar:<font color="#000000">And my family's considered really freaking tall for drow. Wait until you meet my half-sister. =3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">Calrach is 2' 11'.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">... suddenly I don't feel so short anymore. &gt;.&gt;;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Yes but I envisioned them correctly. =3=;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Puntable?


 * Thomas Lazarus can apparently sit on Tathi's head.

TMG:<font color="#000000">aaaanyway. Reposting...

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Quiet, Midget.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Calrach: Calrach carefully tiptoes forward across the bridge... * Thomas Lazarus raises a brow and eyes the moat. &quot;..Even if I did turn them, they wouldn't be destroyed by it.&quot; Calrach: (and since I know, OOC, that there were in fact no traps) Calrach reaches the other side unscathed. He takes a length of rope out of his backpack, and like before, simply walks straight up the gate. You have disconnected.


 * Tathi DARES him to try. :&gt;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Picking up where we left off. :B

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Cadamon.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;You're the senior undead hunter. What do you advise?&quot;


 * Cadamon Gardner muses.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Miron is greeted to the new sight of the halfling walking...straight up the gate. Literally, as if the gate itself were a floor.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Ah, yes.&quot; Thomas glances back and intones a spell.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Sszeyl is once again, Shield Other'd!


 * Thomas Lazarus rubs his chin.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">|D

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;It would be easy as pie to vanquish them if they were only on land... but as to how to get them there.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Then...We need only drain the moat.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach secures the rope at the top, and lets the rest dangle down to the ground. &quot;C'mon, everyone, up and over!&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The castle gates are a liiiiiiittle high for that. ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Thomas. You'll forgive me if I go first, then pull you up?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">How high?

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Retconned~ ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I would sooner shield another front-line Inquisitor, rather than Ed. Sorry Ed.&quot; ^^;


 * Thomas Lazarus glances to Calrach. &quot;..!!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I.. ah..&quot; He frets.

GM:<font color="#000000">The gates fill up the hole in the wall they were designed for.

TMG:<font color="#000000">How high are the gates, exactly--uh...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Isn't there a gate mechanism up there?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... You're right. Give it to him.&quot; =3=;;;

TMG:<font color="#000000">I don't get it then.


 * Edaric hands over the ring.

TMG:<font color="#000000">What's the problem?

TMG:<font color="#000000">is it higher than 50 feet or something?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... Ohhhh. Okay. Tell me again what you're doing? ^^;


 * Liatai prepares paint tool. :9

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach walked up the gate. Walked -up- it, with his magic boots, as usual.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Then he took his 50-foot rope, secured one end at the top, and let the rest dangle to the ground. &quot;Up and over!&quot;

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... I could probably pick that lock on the gate, y'know...&quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">However, after that, at Thomas's suggestion, he starts looking around for some obvious gate-control mechanism.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Hmm.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">He sees one! A simple crank.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Gnogglebolt...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's just.. some of us are in full plate!&quot; ^^;;;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Or, scratc that. -is- it a mechanical gate, or a padlocked gate? :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I could never climb up and down a castle wall.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay who's the smiley one? XD

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Aha, hang on everyone!&quot;

Ghostwish:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Ghostwish:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Ghostwish:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Ghostwish:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Ghostwish:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Found a winch!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Could you...boil the water out of the moat?&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll have this gate open in a jiffy...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks at Sszeyl. &quot;um...if I had a few days, maybe.&quot; ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;How in the world would we boil the whole moat?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;I was thinking of something more like... using a net...&quot; ^^;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach spiders around to get to the gate crank, and start's craking it.


 * Thomas Lazarus tenetively approaches.


 * Thomas Lazarus casts the other Shield Other spell on, sayyy...

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Even if it's a one-man crank, you wouldn't expect a little 2'11'' person to be able to crank it, but no, Calrach handles it easily.

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Using a great amount of heat?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">And again, Elros with the obvious answer to a silly question.

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ladies and gents, welcome back to Castle Osyluth!&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Thank you kindly. What's the bonus to saves and AC again?

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 9 + 6 = 15&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Spot &#171;  &#160;1d20+6 = 11 + 6 = 17&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Listen~

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">DM advance! ]:O

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Oh. +1 Deflection and +1... mooorale(?) to AC. ))

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot; &quot;Ello ther ladies and gentlemmen! 'Ello there ladies and gents--you ready to rock? Are you ready to rock?&quot; (/non-canon) :P

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

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Er, saves. ))


 * Flint Carthan tips his hat to Tom.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Ah, yes. Before I forget.&quot; Sszeyl, you also get a Magic Circle against Evil effect.


 * Thomas Lazarus simply nods. He doesn't comment that he only casts that spell on the people he expects to foolishly run in and get clobbered. |3

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Is Miron pushed away?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Blast it, sacred canine duty.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">No, he is not. x3

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Damn.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, need to go get the puppy. when I get back, gonna need the stats on those scrolls.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..It occurs to me that, while still as yet infested, this castle is beyond staggeringly valuable in property.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We should probably inform the heir. If, indeed, there is an heir.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;There is a son.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed. Didn't someone say the lord's son was still alive?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;He's somewhere...probably a zombie.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I heard he had a son. Whether he lives or not depends on if he was living here.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We'll ask around town if we don't find anything here, I guess.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I have no idea.&quot;

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


 * Thomas Lazarus realizes he should have shielded Calrach. Far too late. =3=;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Nevahmind. ^^

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I can scout ahead if need be.&quot;

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Also, anyone else left alive are in part responsible for this whole mess.

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">Now wait one cheese farting second...


 * Thomas Lazarus weakly scoffs. &quot;..And why is that, brother?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Leaving their property to be occupied by necromancers, and not notifying anyone.. If they are still alive, that is

Miron:<font color="#000000">They should have informed the Aureate Palm, or indeed the Leaden Mace

Miron:<font color="#000000">Well, once again, that's if they're alive

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Miron.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think we were looking for prisoners, mostly. ^^;&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Just to be clear.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I read the reports of what you said to those people at the witches cave.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Please don't do that here.&quot;

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">And guess who dum-dum forgot to level.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Aelian's animal companion? ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( |B ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I assumed you were more like a fat comedic relief ornament.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Amadre. ))

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

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Did you remember to level her? :D ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Wb. ))

Miron:<font color="#000000">Szeyl. Just to be clear. Shut up.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Um...Miron...Sszeyl does have a point.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">The courtyard opens up to reveal an inner wall and gate. It's surprisingly well-groomed for being a necromancer's lair. Maybe the butler pulled double duty as a groundskeeper?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You didn't reat the people we found in Briarclaw's cave very well.&quot; ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just...hold your tongue, let the rest of us handle the talking, okay? That's not too much to ask, right?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*didn't treat the people

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">crap. How much AC does Kor get for size again? I always forget those tables.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">+2, I think.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( +1 for small. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">-1 per size below medium

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I have no idea what his size is.

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">Tiny.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">... Er, +1.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tiny, if I recall -- yep.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( +1 for size below, -1 for size above. ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Suddenly I was thinking in 2nd edition.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The people we met at the Briarclaw's cave, specifically one rather arrogant half-orc, should have known better than to obstruct.

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


 * Dr. Hatari dodges!!!

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Just let us do the talking. Okay?&quot; Gnogglebolt says exasperated.


 * Flint Carthan looks around. &#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 2 + 11 = 13&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+12 = 19 + 12 = 31&#160;  &#187;

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">18 AC! Woo!

Kor:<font color="#0000FF">And now I can speak to the meeces and ratz! :O

Miron:<font color="#000000">*stares at gnogglebolt*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I should think the only talking we have to do will be with the Damned and the lost, today. We shall see.&quot; He looks around briefly. &#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 11 + 2 = 13&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... there's something moving near the inner gates. I can hear mumbling.&quot; Flint draws his weapons... a handaxe and a dagger, this time. Get ready, zombies. &gt;:3

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Fan out and fanning.

Ezer:<font color="#006666">There is but one universal language of meeces and rats. Teeth.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">! He unbraids his sword and shield.

Ezer:<font color="#006666">Ezer flashes teeth at Kor 83


 * Landon Skar has a pair of axes. His quarterstaff is strapped to his back.

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">No more shall I be useless. :|


 * Thomas Lazarus approaches the gate, and nods to the others with his weapons out.


 * Thomas Lazarus approaches further, and pushes the gate doors open with the head of his sword.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Afk 1 shake.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Oh wait. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Liatai. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Did you get Ghost the stats on the Light spells? ))

GM:<font color="#000000">Knowledge (architecture and engineering) if you have it.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Also Ghost, Knock is in the PHB. :B ))

Liatai:<font color="#000000">They're in the SC. ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Did someone say Knowledge Arch&amp;ENg? :D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Hate to say it, but not my responsibility.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Knowledge (Arch&amp;Eng) &#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 6 + 13 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 4 + 6 = 10&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; knowledge architecture!

Player &quot;Gnogglebolt&quot; is not connected.Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 2 + 5 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; the same

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Okay, new rule, no buying stuff for my characters without my permission.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Scrolls are -such- a waste of gold.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros doesn't know the first thing about architecture. Nature sure, but not architecture.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">And I'm not about to go rooting through random splatbooks for random spells.

You whisper to TMG: You recall a little bit about castle defenses...Castle builders often built narrow passageways with holes in the ceiling for defenders to drop boiling oil, alchemist's fire, acid, or any other dangerous liquid through.


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns. Looks clear?


 * Thomas Lazarus advances once more.

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

You have disconnected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">:D

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Give me a few shakes to update. Paste your updated tokens to the exterior of the castle if you have them.

TMG:<font color="#000000">And we are back, everyone!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Grab your tokens from Blackwood and send them back to Osyluth Exterior for hopefully the last time!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Landon is good to go. |3

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Cut/paste or copy/paste?

Meany:<font color="#660000">Copy paste.

Meany:<font color="#660000">So you can snag them again if there's errors.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I got it.

Meany:<font color="#660000">=3=

TMG:<font color="#000000">And my campaign autosave is every 10 minutes.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh goodness! Thank you, Hatari. :D

Faerie:<font color="#006666">'kay

TMG:<font color="#000000">so if anything goes wrong, it won't ne NEARLY as disastrous with me. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Kor updated AND saved. :&gt;

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">Ghost is informed of the lights spells.

Meany:<font color="#660000">=3=

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">I reccomend Mercuria for when we get inside.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Not as strong as Venya, but it has some oomph. :B

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">This blast is instant pain or RTA?

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Ugh.. I don't like RTA spells.. An RTA is a concentration check that you suck at. XP

Meany:<font color="#660000">Which shouldn't be a problem for Tathi.

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">Mrs. Only Hit Once in combat.

Meany:<font color="#660000">:B

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">That has.. nothing to do with RTA or concentration... that's careful planning. :P

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I am going to SAVE A FREAKING COPY OF THE MAP. XD

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

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">lololololol yes, incase tech's autosave borks and destroys everything. XP

Liatai:<font color="#000000">* Thomas Lazarus frowns. Looks clear? * Thomas Lazarus advances once more. Liatai: Looks clear.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I feel like, somehow, this has been the most formidable door of my life.

TMG:<font color="#000000">wait, Liatai!


 * Thomas Lazarus cowers.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Before you try and save!

TMG:<font color="#000000">GO through and load every map manually.


 * Faerie munches popcorn, and waits for the next problem to come up.

TMG:<font color="#000000">I did that on the third time, and that's when it worked.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">I give it...30 minutes. 45 tops.

Faerie:<font color="#006666">:P

TMG:<font color="#000000">I don't know why, or if that -genuinely- is a cause or even correlation, but can't hurt to try.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Please. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Ten. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, puppy out.

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">nevermind, he's napping

GM:<font color="#000000">Whew. Okay. Maps updated. -3-; Campaign saved. =3=;;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">SHall there be roll call?

GM:<font color="#000000">-- Now! Let's get back to storming the castle. :3 Roll call!

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

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Zzz

Faerie:<font color="#006666">Huzawa?

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Yo~ ))

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">*closes Erfworld* =3=;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yayerfworld! :D

TMG:<font color="#000000">You still need to read that too, ghost. :o

GM:<font color="#000000">Okay. Tech, you had a line to get out?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Noooo. No more webcomics. x.x

GM:<font color="#000000">* Thomas Lazarus frowns. Looks clear? * Thomas Lazarus advances once more. Liatai: Looks clear. ((This was the last I saw.))

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">* Thomas Lazarus frowns. Looks clear? * Thomas Lazarus advances once more. Liatai: Looks clear. Gnogglebolt: &quot;Um...guys...&quot;

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

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt looks up and down the castle wall again, and starts to get antsy. &quot;Uh...guys...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Don't...don't stand right there!&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;You heard movement on the other side?&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Other side and slightly... above...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Right where you're standing, right in front of the door, that's where castle defenders like to dump nasty, deadly fluids on invaders!&quot;

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Did anyone pack an umbrella?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus steps aside, although he looks incredulous.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Want me to check it out?&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm skeptical there are any undead advanced enough to boil oil for a siegebreaker cauldron. But it would be safer.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach goes to the wall, stands sideways on it as usual, and starts walking up it, though he tries to stay low and hunched down. When he gets to the top, he tries to just peek his eyes over to see...

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;We just saw ghouls that could cast spells and teleport.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I concor. The undead here have been strange.&quot;

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

Ghoul 1:<font color="#000000">Sure enough, there are two ghouls crouched atop the wall holding flasks of alchemist's fire and looking down at the passageway eagerly... &gt;:9

GM:<font color="#000000">GASP!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach ducks back down the moment he sees them, and runs back down the wall quickly.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">To the others, that can't be a good sign.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Once he reaches the bottom, he steadies himself and points up, hissing &quot;Gnogglebolt was right! Two ghouls, tending pbarrels, ready to push them over!&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Flasks, actually. =3=;

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


 * Thomas Lazarus folds his arms and looks up. How high is the wall?

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">15 feet.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( you know what we should by for Tathi and Aelian's wedding? ))

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...we have arrows. Can we just shoot them?&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( A steel drum of alchemists fire. ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Very well. Ghouls, I think, I can handle with turning. Unless you should like to try, brother.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( All wrapped up like a present. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( buy* ))

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;After you, by all means.&quot; :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Don't you need to be able to see them?&quot; Calrach scratches his head.


 * Thomas Lazarus grips his holy symbol and strides back to the center path. Without wasting time, he raises it with a condemning frown, and it flashes!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">*Sigh* Well. *flips open SRD*

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;They can see us. That's close enough.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">In other words, we'll consider you to have line of sight. :3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Or them seeing you, yeah. Same thing, that's what I meant.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Indeed. &#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 18 + 7 = 25&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;2d6+7+2 = 7 + 7 + 2 = 16&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Woo~ ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I believe those Ghouls are dusted.

Ghoul 2:<font color="#000000">You hear two shrieks from atop the wall and the sound of two creatures falling heavily to the ground.


 * Cadamon Gardner listens. &quot;You said you only saw two?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nicely done, brother.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Good ears. I'm sure I would have let them pelt me with firebombs.&quot; =3=;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;And a squiggly squiddy thing with a happyface. But I don't think we need to worry about that one.&quot;

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

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

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">So.. Caleach is Little Cthulhu?

GM:<font color="#000000">I think he meant me. :B

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

VAE:<font color="#000000">Mink is Little Cthulhu

Calrach:<font color="#000000">It was non-canon, anyway. x3

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach gets back into line.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brother Carthan?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Rattle rattle. &gt;:|

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 17 + 7 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">Click!

TMG:<font color="#000000">DM ob move? :.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Sheesh. You're better than the keyring.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">*mob move

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


 * Flint Carthan tips his hat. x3


 * Thomas Lazarus glances about.

GM:<font color="#000000">This part of the courtyard is in a little more of a state of disrepair.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">More like necromancery.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Noone else keeps yards this unkept, not even demon cultists.


 * Thomas Lazarus notes the main doors. &quot;... Hmm.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, there's the front door.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I think those are the doors to that room with the.. Allip, was it? And the huge lizard zombies.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We should make ready.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Most of this castle's residents were undead. You expect grounds upkeep why?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">...

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros wonders if you can have undead plants.

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

Mr. Johnston:<font color="#000000">If I weren't dead I'd be so offended. =3=


 * Thomas Lazarus will research later!

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Nah. Two separate tyes. -3-

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


 * Cadamon Gardner squints at the door.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Can't actually combine creature types, it's gotta be one or the other. :B You could theme it, though...

Calrach:<font color="#000000">(/non-canon)

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... 'pu?'&quot;

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why would anyone scratch 'pu' onto a door in Infernal?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Remind me to SO throw an undead plant at someone when i'll GM next


 * Flint Carthan looks.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Sounds rather suspicious.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright, everyone got a vial of holy water on hand, ready for throwing?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Odd that there's no undead here..&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'll be, it does say 'pu.'&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Perhaps we should use that ... remote force hand item. That whatsit.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh yeahhh, the Hand of the Mage! I'd like to playImean, use it again. :3&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">There are 15 vials left in the stock.


 * Landon Skar looks to Tathi, who should still have it.

Miron:<font color="#000000">I wonder what they meant.. perhaps it's short for something.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 17 + 1 = 18&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Int check...

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... 'push?' Or maybe 'pull.'&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oof. You know what I realized, Ghost may have blacked out again. ^^;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*sniffs* Maybe Putrid.


 * Tathi pulls out the HAND OF MAGE.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh! There he is. :D

VAE:<font color="#000000">from her panties?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Sorry, clacking away at RPs. :P

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">That's ranger hand, VAE.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This time... I will be ready for those zombies.&quot; &gt;:|

Calrach:<font color="#000000">The tiny Calrach holds up ahand in the crowd. &quot;Hey Tathi, toss that over here?&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;It would be very strange to write 'putrid' on a door, though.&quot; =3=

Miron:<font color="#000000">Meant it as a joke, brother.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">She has to look for a second to spot the ITTY BITTY LITTLE MAN BABY, but then tosses him the hand.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;As did I, brother.&quot; :3

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


 * Thomas Lazarus proceeds to cast a trio of spells!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">=3=;


 * Cadamon Gardner lays a hand on Thomas' shoulder. &quot;Hold for just a moment, brother.&quot;

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

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;This door doesn't look exactly like the one we saw in the castle.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;If we're all going to toss holy water at whatever's inside, we should get a little closer first...unless we want to opne the door, then let -them- come to -us-....&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Knowledge (arch)?


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns a bit, and eyes it again.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh yeah! Everyone who was in the Briarclaw raid, remember that wall formation we did against the pack of blackwolves?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..It looks just the same to me. But, I will take your word for it.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Knowledge (arch)?

GM:<font color="#000000">Architecture/engineering, sorry.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&#171; &#160;1d20-1 = 12 - 1 = 11&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; (:3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Knowledge (Arch&amp;Eng)! &#171; &#160;1d20+13 = 11 + 13 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

GM:<font color="#000000">It's not the same door -- see, there's the tower. It's too far south in the building to be the polished door leading straight into the wyvern chamber.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&#171; &#160;1d20+6 = 9 + 6 = 15&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; knowledge architecture!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;...Ahhh. I see what you mean, now. They must have a lot of finely kept oak doors, I suppose.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+5 = 18 + 5 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; the same

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, this door doesn't lead to the throne room.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">that was to be, knwoledge arch+eng

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, it is a castle. Not surprised.&quot; :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;So we don't know -what- to expect.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Now that I think about it ... that wouldn't have made any sense anyways.&quot; =3=;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Actually we do know. Undead.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Which gives us our two options.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do we want to open the door from a distance, and let whatever's inside come out at us, or do we want to stand in front of the door and storm-breach our way in?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Open it, or don't.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Distance. I don't trust a door with an infernal word on the handle.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">If we get inside, it's easy to get surrounded.

Miron:<font color="#000000">At the very most, we should form a corridor.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;We've quailed at the sight of much less subtle traps.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Most undead are stupid enough to rush at us if disturbed

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright. Wall formation it is.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Then let us proceed.&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Brother Miron, please step back.&quot; ^^;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone who fights heavily in melee, step forward and form a line.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Everyone else with a ranged weapon or spell, stand directly behind.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I need to step forth.. Hard for me to do much from distance.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;-Everyone- get a vial of holy water in yoru hands so we can all throw in one single volley, if necessary.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;This should be fun..&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're not well-armored, though.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros isn't sure he has one handy. &gt;.&gt;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*equips a holy water bottle*

Aelian:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;I find myself wishing there was some way to tie these to my arrows..&quot;

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">I have plenty. How many do you need, Elros?

Miron:<font color="#000000">I have handled worse, brother *grins and points to the scar on his face*

Miron:<font color="#000000">That said, i'm on my last holy water bottle.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Both small men get a vial of holy water in one hand, and....realizing crossbows are actually no good against undead, simply keep their holy water at the ready and make sure they're both qwell-stocked for repeated peltings.

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;How many more do you need?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;(Are we expecting a dozen ghouls to storm out the door? ^^;)&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe, thomas. We don't know what to expect.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If all this preparatiion is in fact uncessesary, then we'll know after the door's open, and move forward.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Thankfully, we rested. And we defeated the dark lady and her steed.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">About two.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Better safe than very very sorry, right?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I've every confidence we can handle anything that comes at us today.&quot;


 * Cadamon Gardner hands over two to Miron. The stock is now 13.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;So, let's not delay further. Calrach?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Well, I can only throw one at a time, But if anythig happens, I'd as soon prefer to use swords.

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

Miron:<font color="#000000">Thank you, brother.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">The little men confer together for a moment on supplies, and Calrach hands one of his spares to Gnogglebolt

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Then he holds onto the Hand of the Mage around his neck, and summons a spectral hand.

GM:<font color="#000000">Does Calrach use the hand to push or pull on the doorknob?

VAE:<font color="#000000">oh, silly me!

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">ACK RAIn

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Gotta go get mah windowz

VAE:<font color="#000000">forgot to add con bonus to Miron's HP

VAE:<font color="#000000">it's 44 actually

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Both Calrach and Gnogglebolt ready an action to throw a holy water vial. For Gnogglebolt, as soon as something comes through, for Calrach, as soon as one is within 30 ft

Calrach:<font color="#000000">And calrach first tries to open the door outward with the hand.


 * Thomas Lazarus goes ahead and expends one of two of his daily Shield of Faith spells. AC 26 for 7 minutes!

GM:<font color="#000000">Pulling, then. The door resists being pulled.... it's pretty heavy. But it is creaking open.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron readies to throw his as soon as something comes within 20 ft.

GM:<font color="#000000">... and you can see nothing within but a dark castle hallway.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Tathi...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Mmn. Brother Flint, if you'd be so kind as to walk with me. I'm still leery of floor traps.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus walks into the hallway carefully.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Don't you have a wand of monster summoning?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&#171; &#160;1d20+11 = 14 + 11 = 25&#160; <font color="#006666">&#187; listen, to tell if there's anything down the hallway?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Alright, nothing obvious. Shall we move forward?&quot;

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;M'not a trained trapfinder, but sure.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Truly..? You could have fooled me. Good to know.&quot; Small smirk.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Where to? :3 ))

GM:<font color="#000000">Castle Osyluth 1F!

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Those look familiar.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Totally meant to hit copy. =3=; ))

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh look Tom! More doors!&quot; Tathi jeers.


 * Thomas Lazarus stares ahead. &quot;...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Okay, now -that- big door looks familiar...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods. &quot;..Those are the court doors.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;From what I remember of distance and layout...I do believe that -is- the way to the throne room.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...shall we check this corridor of smaller doors first, or later?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Let's. There could be any number of clever ghouls behind them.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">I've got a bad feeling about this.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Good idea. Let's take 'em down, one at a time.&quot;


 * Elros does his Harrison Ford impression.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Hmm.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( x3 ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Wait.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;This one first?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I just had an idea.&quot;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nobody move! I just had an idea.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;If I were an evil sociopath who enjoys watching people suffer...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I'd have the front doors slam and lock shut the second any of the other doors open.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Ooh. That's a good idea. *notes :9 *

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


 * GM is brick'd so terribly. XD

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Well we picked it in the first place.&quot; ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Easy to fix.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Tom and I grab the door, and yank.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;We bend the hinges, it can't close.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus just seems bewildered.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I think you're edging into wild outlandish terriroty, Sszeyl.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let;s just get on with these doors.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Mkay. =3=&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's take them down one by one. First on the left. Everyone ready?&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Playing too much videogames there.&quot;

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

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If it weren't someone's legitimate home, I would say 'why not'.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+10 = 9 + 10 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Search...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes. Beyond ready. We need to finish this sweep before we naturally die of old age, afterall.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Don't be too sure about that, Tom. There's some kind of mechanism on the inside of the main doors.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs and looks over as directed.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Looks like some kind of pressure plate.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Alright...&quot;Calrach summons up another spectral hand and puts it on the handle of the first door on the left. &quot;Tell me when to go.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;... must've been a trap set to go off if someone tried to force the doors inward. Clever.&quot;&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 3 + 7 = 10&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Open Lock, doo dee doo...

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 4 + 7 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;


 * Flint Carthan takes 20. &gt;:\ Click!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I suppose that does make sense, for a castle.&quot;


 * Sszeyl thumps Ram on the ground.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Are we ever going to find a use for this? :B&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;...Ooh.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Weapons.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;And a lizard.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I see an animal...&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Armory. May be a guard house.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Bet it's reanimated.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyone want to poke it with a stick and find out?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;That's...a weird looking lizard.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cuz I totally will.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;The hand can do that, Calrach.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I have one~&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Awww.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">:B

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Oh yeaaaah. Right.&quot; |3


 * Thomas Lazarus pre-emptively goes to town on the crocodile's head. &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 15 + 9 = 24&#160;  &#187; &#171;  &#160;1d10+10 = 10 + 10 = 20&#160;  &#187; =3=


 * Landon Skar can poke things with a stick and do damage.

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach summons up yet another spectral hand that flies over Thomas's shoudler. &quot;Get ready to smashy.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...or you can go on ahead by yourself.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">It doesn't move. Though you knocked its head off quite nicely. Congratulations, you've beat up a taxidermied crocodile. -3-

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

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;...I poke next time, yeah?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus just closes his eyes with his back to Calrach. &quot;...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Door.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;((Someone please take that back from him.))&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach flits between everyone's legs to get into the room and admire the goods.


 * Tathi pats Thomas. &quot;There there..&quot;


 * Landon Skar examines the weapons.

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

Landon Skar:<font color="#000000">Two masterwork composite longbows (+1 Str bonus), 58 arrows, seven longswords, five heavy steel shields, and five greatswords are here.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 15 + 12 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Listen check for undead...

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


 * Thomas Lazarus droops. &quot;...&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Cramped corridor...&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Hmm.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Hm. Not ideal for fighting in.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus glances east. &quot;..Atleast that's one door's mystery solves. And a new one in its place.&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+12 = 15 + 12 = 27&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Listen check for undead...

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Clear in there, too.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus pushes the door open.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A pantry?&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;Seems like it.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Now I begin to wonder where all the undead are.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;If I remember.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Of note, if anyone examines the stoves, you'll notice they've been cold for quite a long time.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Behind that door.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;If we don't see any in the throne room, then we'll know we've got a problem.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well. We probably did destroy a good thirty servants, last time.&quot; &gt;.&gt;;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Nothing interesting in there?&quot; Gnogglebolt tries to peek his head between everyone's legs.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Let's get the right-side doors, now?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus tries to re-enter the main hallway. &quot;So it seems.&quot;


 * Smoke pounces Master. =3=

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Coming, guys?&quot; :3


 * Thomas Lazarus lays a hand on the new door. When everyone is positioned, he swings it open.

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Wait just a --&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus recoils his hand. O_O

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Tom, you're behaving oddly.&quot;

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

Maid Skeleton 5:<font color="#000000">RAWR! Prance prance prance menacinly.


 * Thomas Lazarus looks to Sszeyl.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Oddly how?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Well...erradic.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus doesn't appear to regard the skeletal maid with much more than a brief, annoyed look.

Maid Skeleton 3:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 3 + 1 = 4&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+1 = 16 + 1 = 17&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Fear us! &gt;:O

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;You let Flint see to the other doors, but swung this one open before he had a chance to clear it.&quot;

Calrach:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yuk. More skeletal maids. Someone give them a solid punch and be done with it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d20+2 = 9 + 2 = 11&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Initz?

Calrach:<font color="#000000">I think init is waaaay overkill here. -3-

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Well, I'm sorry. It's just that I'm getting a little anxious.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;It's kind of funny. There's adventurers out there that would be terrified by skeletons.. but we just brush them away..&quot;

Flint Carthan:<font color="#660000">&#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 10 + 3 = 13&#160; <font color="#660000">&#187; Initz?

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 16 + 7 = 23&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+7 = 4 + 7 = 11&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+5 = 1 + 5 = 6&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d4+5 = 3 + 5 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Yeah.&quot; Templar BOOT! AoO, try beating AC 26 maids. =3= &#171; &#160;1d20+9 = 17 + 9 = 26&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d3+4+5 = 2 + 4 + 5 = 11&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;


 * Flint Carthan nearly dusts the skeleton, even with slashing weapons. -3-

Maid Skeleton 3:<font color="#000000">BOOT'D!

Maid Skeleton 3:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+1 = 15 + 1 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Maid Skeleton 3:<font color="#000000">Failed. :B

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

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+7 = 13 + 7 = 20&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d20+7 = 12 + 7 = 19&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d6+1 = 6 + 1 = 7&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; &#171;  &#160;1d4+1 = 4 + 1 = 5&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

GM:<font color="#000000">*teeny victory fanfare plays*

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Books.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'd like to think we're just 'seasoned' Tathi.&quot; After the second skeleton falls.

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Heads up.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Dire wolf.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Doo-dee-doo &#171; &#160;1d20+3 = 5 + 3 = 8&#160; <font color="#FF0000">&#187;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Can I roll assist? D:

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well this should be lulzy.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=3=;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*falls*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d6 = 2&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;This can't end well.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">2 damage, and I'll switch you to the other map. x3

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

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

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Hmm. Simple, but annoyingly effective kind of trap.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh damnit Tom!&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Calrach?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Rope.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">B1. :3

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thomas!&quot; Gnogglebolt rushes over.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Now.&quot;


 * Flint Carthan swears.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Are you all right!&quot; Gnogglebolt calls, already fetching his own rope from his backpack.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*CLANK*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Yes.&quot; Comes a rather flat-sounding, mortified drone from the templar, echoing up.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;See those blobs yet?&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Rope's coming down.&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt hurriedly lowers the rope.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;I'll be hefting you up.&quot;

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Calrach, you help.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;here comes the rope!&quot; Sszeyl, grab the end, here.&quot;

VAE: <font color="#0">(( How long ETA ? 4AM and lynx getting somewhat tired ))

Pile of Medium Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20-5 = 13 - 5 = 8&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;


 * Sszeyl grabs.

Pile of Medium Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20-5 = 14 - 5 = 9&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus has received initiative.Liatai:<font color="#000000">As soon as Tom gets out of the pit, we'll call it. x3


 * Thomas Lazarus gets off the ground and rubs his side with a small wince. He casts a glance at the orange jelly mutely. &quot;...&quot;

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

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Should I rll init, to determine when the rope arrives?

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;See the rope?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus then grabs onto the rope tightly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Go ahead, I've got it.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Dragging up.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Whoa, I just had the strangest feeling of deja vu...

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Unless you weigh more than 1300 pounds. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">this was the nice case

VAE:<font color="#000000">there's a particualr sort of undead often used in this type of trap

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Tom, you are now about 7 feet off the ground.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">:9

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">brb, bio, but I need to leave soon anywho.

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

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Heft.

GM:<font color="#000000">Templar rescued!

GM:<font color="#000000">100 XP to all for defeating the trap. =3=

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, that gave me a start.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus plomps on the ground. |3

Flint Carthan:<font color="#000000">&quot;You all right, there?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*runs forth* What happened?

Miron:<font color="#000000">Heard a crash!

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yes. It was barely worse than tripping over. Would have been nastier in a few seconds..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Those orange jellies are down there. It's a cage.&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;Well then. We ought to check the rest of this room for any more.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Hmm...&quot;


 * Flint Carthan peers down into the pit. &quot;... damn.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus rubs bottom. =3=

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;...or skip this room and move on.&quot;


 * Sszeyl peers down the hole.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Are the Jellies right there?

GM:<font color="#000000">The jellies are reaching their pseudopods through the bars, but finding no prey, are moving on.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Right on the other side of the bars. Maybe..&quot; He peeks over the brink to see if they've entered.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Oh Tathi~&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;If you hurry, they're still in range of a fireball spell.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- let's make way.&quot; o.o;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Quickly.&quot; o.o;;;;;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, let's just keep going.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt recoils his rope and puts it away.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It's too shallow a drop. She'd blow her face off in the backdraft.&quot; ^^;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Drats.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Man if only Ghost wasn't AFK. XD

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Experimentally, Calrach summons up another spectral hand and pokes the lion in the corner.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">That's a dire wolf.

GM:<font color="#000000">It's a dire wolf, not a lion. -3-

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Dire wolf, sorry.

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

GM:<font color="#000000">And its label would tell you it's not a zombie. -3-

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">I know because one bit through my torso.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">=3=


 * Thomas Lazarus glances to Sszeyl.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... You should steal it for your home.&quot; He smirks.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( ghostwish, when you get back. ))

Calrach:<font color="#000000">Calrach pokes it again with the spectral hand. And again. And again. He pokes it until he pushes it over, and giggles.

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( I remind you Tathi has a necklace of fireballs. ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( :&gt; ))

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Nah. =3=&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Luethil would love it though.'

Cadamon Gardner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Advocating thievery and looting? My, what has the Mace come to.&quot; Cadamon smirks.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;A little thievery is the spice of life.&quot; He remarks in a mock-earnest tone.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">In the meantime, Gnogglebolt...

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">is going along the bookshelves, open-mouthed, looking for interesting titles.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;And this group, in particular...&quot;

Elros:<font color="#006666">Elros coughs

Elros:<font color="#006666">You people and your 'if it isn't nailed to the floor' attitude.

GM:<font color="#000000">It's a very extensive library! Mostly geared toward the naturalistic side, but there are a few other interesting titles in there. There are three collections -- +2 on Knowledge Nature, +2 on Knowledge Nobility and Royalty, and +2 on Knowledge Arcana.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">This floor owes me. =3= *brick'd!*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I'm beginning to wonder what sort of man Lord Lundy was.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Big game hunter.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I seriously doubt Pamela and her zombies built the entire basement and floor trap system.&quot;


 * Edaric peeks in. &quot;No fireballs going off?&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Not yet.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Hmmm... Think we could haul these books away, Gnogglebolt?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh. People gotta protect their investmenst and property.&quot; Gnogglebolt says from a corner.&quot;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( HeyGhost! ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Going to blow up some slimes? :B ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">aye- huh?

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">What I miss?

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Scroll up. ))

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;...Nah, probably not, Tathi. Besides, if the lord's son -is- still alive and wants the castle back, I'm sure he'd like the library intact.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;If we find anything that looks like it was imported by Pamela though, that's free game.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Like I said... the blast would reach up out of the pit about ten whole feet and backblast the caster. ^^;

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Pit is about fourteen feet. ))

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">I also note that no one said antyhing to the wizard. :P

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( And there's time to drop the a fireball jewel- ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( .... ))

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( Okay, I'm going to slap you with cold hard facts. ))

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Sszeyl: &quot;Oh Tathi~&quot; Sszeyl: &quot;If you hurry, they're still in range of a fireball spell.&quot; Edaric: &quot;-- let's make way.&quot; o.o; Edaric: &quot;Quickly.&quot; o.o;;;;; Gnogglebolt: &quot;Yes, let's just keep going.&quot; Gnogglebolt: Gnogglebolt recoils his rope and puts it away. Thomas Lazarus: &quot;It's too shallow a drop. She'd blow her face off in the backdraft.&quot; ^^; Sszeyl: &quot;Drats.&quot; Liatai: Man if only Ghost wasn't AFK. XD

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Too shallow for a fireball.. How clustered are they? I could zap them.&quot;

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">shall we call it a night?

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Two oozes right next to each other.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I gueessss. ^^;

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">yes please.. my breaker has drained me. x.x

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We seriously drug our feet with the dungeon.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">But it's late.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Don't worry.

GM:<font color="#000000">Shall we call for noms while Tathi is frying oozes, if she'd like to?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Next session will contain many-wyvern fight and allip.

TMG:<font color="#000000">We'll have our work cut out for us.

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">Tathi chants softly and gestures, and then sends out a mobile ball of fire after the enemy! It's going to last for 5 rounds!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I sort of expected to be RPing back in Castleton and beyond this session. I was not looking for a fight. ^^;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Castle Osyluth - 1F'Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 12&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Dragging it out another whole one is not promising in my eyes.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Burning molds.

Meany:<font color="#660000">I nom Tathi for this.

Pile of Medium Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow. =3=

VAE:<font color="#000000">well, we had nominations already, right?

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 7&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Danman; middle-of-session noms.

Pile of Medium Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 9&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

VAE:<font color="#000000">wait, there are two sets now?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Sessions go on for so long people don't remember all of them at the end anymore

Meany:<font color="#660000">I nom Calrach for &quot;Can I poke it?&quot;

Pile of Medium Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 10&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Meany:<font color="#660000">I nom Thomas for Karma.

Pile of Medium Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 5&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Meany:<font color="#660000">Violate door procedure, fall into a pit.

Pile of Medium Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">..Okay seriously, I'm about to just start flying ahead and doing things and emoting dragging your fretting asses with me. :P

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Pfft. xP

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 6&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">This is less a dungeon crawl and more a dungeon glacier advance.

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">I sense a double standard here. |B

Meany:<font color="#660000">But letting it go.

GM:<font color="#000000">Don't worry. You've cleared all but one of the minibosses.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Hmm.

GM:<font color="#000000">The dungeon should wrap up nicely next session.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Miron for right back into the swing of things.

Pile of Medium Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Meany:<font color="#660000">=3=

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">You can wrongly sense and troll until the cows come home. We started at 3 PM and we're... here ... ^^#

VAE:<font color="#000000">he already got one for that

Meany:<font color="#660000">To be fair, we had technical issues.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Nonono.

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 5&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Meany:<font color="#660000">Not for his entrance.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Let's just proceed with noms.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Wow. Thomas? It is a good thing you did not try to fight these things.&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Tathi - 100 XP - VOOSH Ow. VOOSH Ow. VOOSH Ow. VOOSH Ow.

Meany:<font color="#660000">For the whole 'seeking to destroy me' thing.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">XD!!!!

Pile of Medium Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">GOSHDURNIT DIE ALREADY. &gt;:O

Meany:<font color="#660000">Skar for Bold text of doom.

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 2&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Pile of Medium Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I kind of thought about it. But I was afraid my sword might melt and I would be overwhelmed and die horribly.&quot;

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 7&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Laughing so hard. XD

Meany:<font color="#660000">They're fire resistant, aren't they.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Yeaah... There's one down there that is literally -roasting- and still alive..&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">&quot;Goddammit die.&quot;

Pile of Medium Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow. Blorp. It finally melts.

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Oh there it goes... Now for the other one.&quot;

TMG:<font color="#000000">Oozes typically have very high HP counts

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 10&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Pile of Bright Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 3&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Pile of Bright Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Okay, enough roll spam. |B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=3=;

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 3&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Pile of Bright Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Just keep on it until it burns to death.

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 10&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Pile of Bright Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Lessee...

Ghostwish:<font color="#0000FF">Excuse me mr. dice happy? TAKE YOUR MEDICINE.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I think you got more than 7 damage ticks out of that sphere anyways. :P

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 6&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Meany:<font color="#660000">Aelian did absolutely thinging this session.

Pile of Bright Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 10&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yeah, I thought you said it lasted for only five rounds? &gt;.&gt;

Pile of Bright Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

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

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 2&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Pile of Bright Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 10&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Pile of Bright Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Ow.

Flaming Sphere:<font color="#0000FF">VOOSH! Reflex 16 or take &#171; &#160;2d6 = 9&#160; <font color="#0000FF">&#187; damage!

Pile of Bright Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">Blorp. =3=

Pile of Bright Orange Jelly:<font color="#000000">It melts.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;By the trees those things are silly..&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus rests elbows on knees. Cradles chin on back of wrists.

Elros:<font color="#006666">&quot;How the hell much punishment can those things take?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660000">Lessee....

TMG:<font color="#000000">Alrighty. We done?

Meany:<font color="#660000">Yep.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Scrolling up for noms... x3

Meany:<font color="#660000">I'm out.

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">&quot;Entirely too much, apparently.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Next time, Tathi?&quot;

GM:<font color="#000000">Calrach - 100 XP - Mage Hand Madness.

GM:<font color="#000000">Thomas - 100 XP - In a roundabout way, you gave me my pit trap back. -3-

Calrach:<font color="#000000">;D

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Try mixing with alchemical substances.&quot;

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">&quot;Alch. fire +actual fire= large explosion.&quot;


 * Landon Skar SUDDENLY TRIPS INTO THE PIT!!!!!!

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">;D

GM:<font color="#000000">Tathi - 100 XP - VOOSH Ow. VOOSH Ow. VOOSH Ow. VOOSH Ow. (If it didn't get counted already.)

Landon Skar:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Mm&quot; as he falls!

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">It did, but I'll count it twice if I can....

GM:<font color="#000000">Nice try. :P

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">We get ooze XP, right? |3

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

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">Now someone tell me why she isn't a Warmage?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">They're disciplined.


 * Dr. Hatari is bricked!

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( She is. ))

GM:<font color="#000000">You shot them like fish in a barrel. :P

Sszeyl: <font color="#660000">(( To the concept of burniation. ))


 * Tathi HAS MORE THAN BRICKS TO THROW. &gt;:O

GM:<font color="#000000">Fine, 300 XP for the oozes.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yay :D

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

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

Tathi:<font color="#0000FF">... I was totally talking to Hatari. :O

GM:<font color="#000000">Everyone.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Which means I levelled! Woo!

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">SO CLOSE.

VAE:<font color="#000000">means 45 XP to level up

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I seriously fail to understand how sitting here boredly was a valuable experi--*brick'd!!*

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">EIGHTY POINTS.

Sszeyl:<font color="#660000">SO CLOSE.

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

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Let's see.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Hmm.

Elros:<font color="#006666">Oh, I level as well. Fancy that.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Miron...mironmironmiron.

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">Aha.

Meany:<font color="#660000">Miron flew.

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

Meany:<font color="#660000">He is officially.

Meany:<font color="#660000">The first Dwarf ever.

Meany:<font color="#660000">To willingly fly.

Meany:<font color="#660000">|D

VAE:<font color="#000000">he is a gnome,

GM:<font color="#000000">Sorry, but there are noms next session to bring that total up. ^^;

Meany:<font color="#660000">VAE, semantiics.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Allrighty. We done? :o

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Yeah I got nothin'. Sorry Sszeyl. :B

Meany:<font color="#660000">All he needs is a dwarvish beard.

Meany:<font color="#660000">One that can hold a tankard.

Meany:<font color="#660000">And he's a Dwarf.

Meany:<font color="#660000">|D

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">One of the pre-order perks for Warhammer Online

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Was being able to select a beard

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">With a mini-keg voven into it. Tastefully.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I am completely serious.

GM:<font color="#000000">Okay. This time I am SAVING A FREAKING COPY OF THE CAMPAIGN. :P

Meany:<font color="#660000">Lol.

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Liatai; I will keep the server up long enough for you to disconnect and try to open it on your own. :o

GM:<font color="#000000">Successfully saved!

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

Tathi:

<font color="#0000FF">*hugs the DM token!*

GM:<font color="#000000">Server can go down at your leisure. :3

GM:<font color="#000000">See you next Saturday, folks! And probably sooner. :3

TMG:<font color="#000000">so it's not corrupted? :D

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">the save file, I mean?

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

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Not corrupted. :D

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

TMG:<font color="#000000">Alright. Server going down in 5....

TMG:<font color="#000000">4....

TMG:<font color="#000000">3....

TMG:<font color="#000000">2....

TMG:<font color="#000000">1....

You have disconnected.