Session 10

Server started.

Meany has connected.

TMG has connected.

VAE has connected.

Ghostwish has connected.

Liatai:… aaaand I just realized I still forgot to put chairs in the Boot. XD

Ghostwish:*snrk*

Liatai:… Ghost what are you doing?

Ghostwish:Nuffin.

VAE:what IS he doing?

VAE:i don't see anything

Liatai:This will be one well-lit inn. XD

Ghostwish:While Lia was placing lights, I was bothering her with the pointer arrow.

VAE:how do you do that?

Ghostwish:Click on the map and hold down space.

TMG:don't need to click, actually

Ghostwish:You do if something, such as the chat, is selected.

VAE:ooh!

VAE:that's clever!

GM:Okay, folks, I'm going to feed the dog, and then we can get going if we like.

TMG:Alrighty!

Ghostwish:A GM? This isn't WoW!!!

TMG:er, wait, we got Meany?

Ghostwish:window - connections

VAE:WoW has GM's ?

VAE:i thought it was like Diablo II or what

Ghostwish:It's short for guild master. In truth, everquest coined it. Like everything WoW has ever done.

VAE:but then, the first RTS was Dune II

VAE:and it is no match for the 1337ness of Starcraft

VAE:sometimes a well executed example of old stuff is better than something new but suboptimal

Ghostwish:… completely different genre. XD

Ghostwish:And screw them both.

Ghostwish:C&C, all the way, YAH!!!

GM:Well, this GM is short for Game Master. Roll call time!

TMG:Yeah, C&C Generals, Woot!

VAE:both are realtime strategies

Ghostwish:MEOWMIX!

VAE:there is no "different genre there"

VAE:there is no "different genre" there!

TMG:Love mah USA lasers and drones :3

Ghostwish:And heck, Tech, I was refering all the way back to the original command and conquer, but yah, all its sequeals have been great. My favorite remains the Red Alert series, though.

GM:So, everyone but Meany?

VAE:TIberian Sun was best

VAE:Peace through power!

Ghostwish:Danny - Everquest and WoW, MMOs. Diablo 2, H&S. Dune 2, C&C, RTS.

• VAE facepaws

TMG:ghost; heh heh, I was actually expecting a different reaction from you. Generals is one of those things that "fans" tend to hate because it's different

Ghostwish:I detest those people..

Ghostwish:They don't want a new game. They think they do, but they don't.

TMG:Meany pinged out on the IRC…

Ghostwish:Bugger.

TMG:ghost; heh. It's a very common phenomenae across nearly every fanbase; whenever something comes out that's different, fans tend to treat it as inferior…

Ghostwish:Always.

VAE:See, but the thing holds - it was to do with everquest and WoW - what i am saying is that a game doesn't need to be innovative to be awesome

TMG:'course, sometimes they're right *shrug*

VAE:if you wanted to point out the wrong in what i said

VAE:you should have mentioned that SC was a huge innovation in that it first came out with races that were balanced but TOTALLY different

TMG:so…hmm.

TMG:Well, Meany did already take care of his character, mostly…

VAE:before that strategies had generally races only for a bit of flavour, and maybe one or two differences

VAE:see for example Warcraft II

Ghostwish:Actually, the races in starcraft were all just different variations of the same mold.

TMG:…how fortunate that both people who are missing actually have their caracters not present, either ^^

TMG:Alrighty, so might as well get this show on the road! Ghost, check the end of the log of session 9 to see where we left off. We "froze" time in the tavern

Ghostwish:It wasn't until the expansions that they all gained different units the others had no exact match of.

Ghostwish:Where be the logs for this game??

TMG:…the wiki? o.o

VAE:Really?

TMG:where they've always been…

VAE:look forexample at Guardians for zerg in pure SC

Ghostwish:You guys say that like I pay attention to the wiki. XD

VAE:i would say just the opposite - all three gained pure AA units for example

TMG:….hoy. Alright, go to the wiki, the transcripts are under player resources…

Ghostwish:XDTMG:ctrl+F "Ghostwish has disconnected"

Ghostwish:Tech. I don't even have it bookmarked.

TMG:akellon.wikia.com

VAE:another example …except for firebats, ALL terran untits in pure SC were ranged

TMG:now go

VAE:so with Dark Swarm you could commit horrible base rape

VAE:which is why the unit is called Defiler >:3

TMG:alrighty, enough video game chat here, can carry that on in the IRC if you want… x3

Ghostwish:Anyway..

TMG:I'm looking and the transcript myself to remember exactly the lines where we left off…

Ghostwish:Zerg - Guardian. Terran - Siege Tank. Protoss - Caterpiller thing. Forgot its name.

TMG:ghost; nope. The guardian was air. Tank and Reaver were ground.

Ghostwish:Zerg - Hydralisk. Terran - Marine. Protoss - Dragoon

TMG:wait, crap

TMG:IRC!

Ghostwish:Same function, save for the tank. It could double as armor.

Ghostwish:That was the terran 'uniqueness'. They were flexible.

Ghostwish:Zerg were fast.

Ghostwish:Protoss were tough.

GM:*ahem*

TMG:eeeenouuuugh

Ghostwish:Hi!

GM:Shall we? :3

Ghostwish:Yes!

Meany:RAGE.

TMG:Read up, ghost?

Ghostwish:I don't know what Tech's wanting me to do with this log. Unlike him, I don't like wall'o'texts. XD

TMG:…..

GM:Okay, let me just find my headphones…

TMG:Okay. One moment, ghost.

Ghostwish:Kidding. XD

Ghostwish:Yer fun to mess with. *prods Frank*

GM:On the last episode of Akellon Z…

Meany:Pause?

GM:Pausing!

TMG:ah, perfect. Pause for ghost,k as well

Ghostwish:Erm. That's od- AHFBIUHFBDa7G 43QG25 VQ30V7T80 QH 78VBTU43YQBV TGU43OQ

Meany:I just got everything on this comp to stop being (Not Responding).

• Ghostwish throws a nuka-grenade at Tech.

Ghostwish:YOU BLEW MY MOTHER FLUFFING SCREEN UP!!!! >

Meany:Need to see if I missed stuff on the IRC and if my job application session timed out.

TMG:read it, silly. That's the minimum of what you missed. Now everyone quite so ghost can read it all x3

TMG:*quiet

Ghostwish:Read it!? It's a massive WALL O TEXT! Damn thing blinded me!

TMG:It's that or the acutal log, now suck it up and read

Ghostwish:Pfffft. The log doesn't have 'Ghostwish has disconnected' on it.

TMG:then ctrl +f the first line in the wall I just sent you

VAE:ghost, shoud've used Zalgo text

GM:Try this line; Meany eeya, Ghost.

GM:… what. XD

Ghostwish:C¨?‘???????????a??´???`??_???n??????????? ?¯???_y´?´???????????o?°??????????????u?????`?????? ??????????r?????????_???????e??"???´?????????????a??????????????d???????__? ?"????????????t?????h??`??????????????i?´?????????????s~??????_???????????_?_?? ????^??????????H??~????????a???????r????????????d???~???_??,??_?????? ?????i???????s????????¸????_?n??¯?????????????’???´????_t???????? ~"?????????_????i??????????t~???????_?_????????~"?????? ???????_?T??‘???????h?¯"???´?????e??????n??¨?????????????? ?~????????????w?¨?~?¯????_?h??¨^?"??????a?¨´????_??????_t?????? ????????????m??"`?????????????a?¯??????????k?????????e?°???_?????s¯¨??????? `¯¯???^????y????`"?????o??^????????????u??????????? ??¯????¸?????????t????????_??????h?????i^???????n?????????????????k??????? ?????I??¯?????????_??’?????????????????m?^??????? ??¯??????g???????o¯??"??¯???????i¯???????n?"???????g?¯??????? ¯????t????¨????o??????????? ~???°???¸??r?¯???_??e????????????a??~??¯?????d?"?"??´??????? °???????t??¯??????h????`????????a?"¯???????????????t?¯`´??????_?????_??!?????????¨?????????????!????????????????????`???????!?????????????_

GM:Look for Seeya, Ghost.

Ghostwish:Much better. ^_^

Liatai:… and that actually wasn't too hard to read. XD

TMG:…that whole thing is a bunch of squares with funny accents o.o

VAE:for me it doesn't dis[;ay right in maptool

VAE:but pure zalgo is actually possible to read

Ghostwish:VAE:VAE: what's a crook? Sszeyl: "In my country, the government and the military are one."

Ghostwish:XD XD XD

TMG:Yes. that was an amazing coincidec xD

Liatai:X3VAE:I remember in the RoDP game, at one point Jerico was saying "Shut up"

Meany:I still don't get the jokd.

Meany:joke*

VAE:you were speaking to gnoggleboly

VAE:i was talking to liatai about cards

VAE:she used crook as one of the pictures

Liatai:If you read it a certain way, it sounds like Sszeyl was calling his government and military crooks.

VAE:i asked the above, at the same time you said the above line

VAE:even thought they are two different conversations if concatenated the above lines make a true statement about the Order

VAE:that's what's funny

TMG:anyway, tell us when you've caught up to the point where the tavern got "frozen in time", ghost…

Ghostwish:Done. ^^

TMG:okey-doke

TMG:Finally ready! Set us off, DM?

TMG:or, wait

TMG:Meany, are you good?

Meany:For the moment.

Ghostwish:I'm sitting here wondering if we ever split the gold up…

Meany:I promise nothing aside from frequent disconnects.

Liatai:Yes, we did!

Ghostwish:Ack, I missed that. XD

Liatai:305 GP, I think, each.

TMG:ghost; uh, yeah, the gold and the items were all split o.o

TMG:and no, you did not miss that

TMG:You were there. You were distinctly around even after it was finished

TMG:305 gp each

Liatai:And 750 XP.

Ghostwish:Tech, one of these days you'll learn that I'm not entirely all there. A life of violence can do that.

TMG:o.o

TMG:oookay…

• Ghostwish redons his rainbrow affro.

TMG:so, set the stage, DM ^^

GM:Last time on Akellon Z… Much shopping was done, and many conversations were had.

GM:Sszeyl splurged, Elros bought new armor, Trofim… played cards…

GM:And now, while Sszeyl and Elros are still out and about, Terri has brought two of her bothers to the Bronze Boot.

GM:— BROTHERS! XD

GM:Not bothers! XD

Ghostwish:Same thing.

TMG:teeheehee xD

Ghostwish:TMG:^ what ghost said

GM:And off we go!

VAE:aahahah

VAE:the two bothers

TMG:Gnogglebolt:"Well, it seems terri has told you what has -already- happened, not what will happen."

TMG:Maximillian Toris:"Yes, well, our little sister does have a tendency to jump into things…"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks down for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

Gnogglebolt:"Anyway. Earlier in the day, several among us were pickpockedt by goblins beloning to the infamous gang of Granch Redmaw. I happened to encounter Terri. She was eager to catch the theives, so I accompanied her, when which we encountered everyone else.

Derish:Derish had, after making enough noise in the tavern to wake the dead and get them to call the police, taken off for a short bit, afterwhich he returned.. in a new suit of banded mail. Lovely. Now he'll make even MORE noise.

Gnogglebolt:"In the last few hours, we have captured that entire gang. Terri and Papa aided us by watching over goblins we captured before bringing them here."

Maximillian Toris:"Redmaw? Really?" The blonde-haired man blinks in surprise.

Derish:(-250 GP. Okay with you, DM? ^^)

Liatai:(Yep!)

Terri:"Uh-huh! We were thief-catchers!"

Derish:He's wagging his tail quite happily. One could surmise he likes his new purchase.

• Papa also wags his tail and sniffs at the new armor curiously.

Barshal:Barshal, however, only improved his card game. He was nonchalant about Gnogglebolt's insistence on supplies.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks over to Derish as he returns. "I can make something better than that later… anyway" Gnogglebolt glances up at Maximillian again. "But yes, Redmaw indeed."

Gnogglebolt:"However, there is something else going on."

Brian Toris:"There always is," Brian mutters.

Derish:"You are an armor-crafter?"

Meany is disconnected.

Gnogglebolt:"It seems the gang were up to more than theivery. They were supplying corpses to 'clients', and a few live people as well." Gnogglebolt looks very sad for a moment, then is jerked out by Derish's question. "WHy yes, I am."

TMG:bugger

Liatai:>:TMG:I think he's coming back in a sec…

Meany has connected.

Derish:Derish suddenly breaks into wild, flamboyant dancing, managing a natural 20 on his preform check. Man, the weirdest things happen in disconnect lag.

• Maximillian Toris gives a low whistle.

Maximillian Toris:"Necromancers?"

TMG:what was the last thiing you saw, Meany?

Barshal:"Their employers are abominations to the natural order. We aim to eliminate them."

TMG:(one sec, everyone)

Derish:"As far as we can tell." Derish comments as he reaches down and scratches Papa's ears.

Trofim:Some sort of lie-mages apparently

TMG:hold!

TMG:Geeze.

Ghostwish:*SCREEEEEEEEEEEECH* *angry honking*

TMG:Meany, are you present and functional?

Papa:*wag wag wag wag wag*

TMG:Okay…

Gnogglebolt:"yes. As far as we can conclude, we are dealing with practitioners of the blasphemous arts. We even found three living skeletons within the hideout."

Gnogglebolt:"Now, however, we plan to bunker down in their hideout for the next few days, to see if any of the clients will return."

Brian Toris:"… And why do you need us?"

Gnogglebolt:"This is where you come in. For you see…"Gnogglebolt looks to his side. "Terri wishes to accompany us."

Gnogglebolt:"Capturing the theives was one thing. but these people will be dangerous. I actually did not want Terri to come along, I care about her already. However, she said that she could find people who could watch over her."

• Maximillian Toris rubs a hand on his chin. "Never leave a job half-finished…"

Brian Toris:"But isn't Papa coming along?"

• Papa barks and wags his tail.

Gnogglebolt:"So…"Gnogglebolt glances at the rapier and longsword hanging at each of the brother's waists. "I presume you obviously know how to use those?"

Maximillian Toris:Maximillian looks at the gnome oddly. "Why would we be carrying them if we didn't?"

Derish:"Looks and Flash."

• Maximillian Toris laughs.

Derish:"The human traders that came into my people's land did it all the time. Big swords, as big as they were, without the muscle or wit to use them. Thought it 'kept us in line'."

Maximillian Toris:"Well, there's something to be said for flash! But seriously now. I can't speak for Brian, but — "

Gnogglebolt:"Papa? Well, yes, he is…but, and I hope no one here takes this the wrong way…"Gnogglebolt actually looks at Papa, still wondering what exactly is the mystery behind this dog. "I personally would be more comfortable if Terri had more to watch over her than a dog. Honestly, I would prefer it if she doesn't come at all..though I've known her for a short time, I would be crushed if anything happened to her."

Derish:"Then, when my cousin Bob would uproot a tree with his bare hands, they would soil themselves. While this made quite the smell, it was not an effective defense."

Trofim:If only they knew the true magic, there would be no need for such waste

Barshal:"If you were of my order, you would know true magic."

Trofim:Look, she said she'll bring in the family, you agreed

Trofim:Papa is gonna be *bleep*ing useful to us

Trofim:he's a special dog!

• Brian Toris looks at Max, and the two crack knowing smiles for a moment before Max hides his mouth behind his hand.

Gnogglebolt:"So, I have reluctantly agreed to allow her to come along, if she could bring someone who we judge can keep her safe during this venture."

Trofim:*turns to Barshal* … you know of true magic too? Did i talk to you already?

Barshal:"I fear you speak more than you know, Cleric.." Barshal comments, eyeing the two men.

TMG:Oh crap. Wait for a sec, everyone

Ghostwish:A shoe flies out of a dark alley and hits danman in the head. "Come to your channel!" it says.

Brian Toris:"I still don't see why I have to come along if Papa's coming…"

TMG:Hold up, meany is indeed having a lot of trouble…

Maximillian Toris:"Oh, come on, stick-in-the-mud. Where's your sense of adventure?"

Faerie has connected.

TMG:Okay, ready for a gigantic wall, alex? You don't have to read it right away, but just so it's there…

Faerie:Yeah sure, go ahead.

Ghostwish:TMG should be charged with assualt with a deadly weapon. Blindness via Wall'o'TEXT

Meany:Caught up…ish.

Meany:Lag has died, but that means a disconnect is pending.

TMG:ah, alrighty…

TMG:dang :/

Liatai:Well, on the bright side, at least Sszeyl's not in the tavern…

Faerie:I've caught up, but if I recall, I'm not in the tavern either.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt tits his head at the two brothers. "There is clearly more to Papa than what seems, so…help me solve this mystery. Why are you so sure a dog can proved sufficient protection?"

TMG:alex; yeah, that is what I was referrring to earlier as well

Maximillian Toris:"… Because he's Papa?"

Barshal:"His symbol may hold the answer to that."

Trofim:Me, and Beridze are sure

• Brian Toris starts.

Brian Toris:He moves over to Barshal, looking serious, and says a few things in a low tone.

Gnogglebolt:"Ah yes, I did notice Papa has a pendant around his neck, bearing the sigil of a very specific diety. What is the significance of that?"

Trofim:I dunno, but … well, i'll say it

Sszeyl:« 1d20 = 14 » Gather information check on cart rentals.

Maximillian Toris:"We all wear that symbol. It's something Grandpa Nathaniel started."

Barshal:"I speak dwarven, sylvan, common, and one language I would have to kill you for knowing. None of them are what you just spoke. Care to repeat yourself?" Barshal announces.

Trofim:Back there with the cages where the goblins put the folks to make them into undead to sell to the lie-mages

Gnogglebolt:"Indeed? Well…that still doesn't answer my question as to how a dog can have the ability to actively protect someone…"

• Brian Toris looks suspicious. "… It's nothing you need to be concerned with," he says to Barshal.

Derish:« 1d20 = 12 » listen check

Trofim:When i was trying to break the lock on the cage with the wolves to release them at the bastard goblin who stabbed Sszel and who then sszel hit with the cage and then we ar … Beridze, i am getting to it!

Derish:Any chance our gnoll overheard the whispers?

Liatai:Listen check from Trofim, too?

Trofim:When i was doing that, i saw that Papa was breathing on the wolves, through the cage

Trofim:« 1d20 = 1 »

Ghostwish:(you would think gnolls would get a bonus to listen or something for their big goofy ears.)

Liatai:.. Oh ouch. XD

Ghostwish:WHAT?

Trofim:*Trofim is oblivious*

Liatai:He was right next to him… XD

Trofim:And the wolves were getting healthier by the eye

Maximillian Toris:"That's one way. And Papa… well. Papa is Papa."

Trofim:Papa seems to know true magic… it was similar to what Beridze did to the gnoll when Sszel knocked him off

Derish:Derish says something to Brian. Who speaks draconic?

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt raises one eberow very, very high at what trofim said.

TMG:(I do)

Brian Toris:Brian looks in surprise at the gnoll.

TMG:(er, gnogglebolt does)

Liatai:One sec while I find Complete Divine…

VAE:trofim does

TMG:Gnogglebolt looks up and behind him at derish's words, then looks to Brain. Very pointedly and deliberately, he nods at Brian.

Ghostwish:Given their height differences, Gnoggle could probably just bend over backwards a little bit and look straight up at Derish. XD

TMG:(that is what I was trying to imply x3 )

Brian Toris:The human says something solemnly in Draconic.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt also glances at Trofim again, thinking about what trofim just said, apparently that the dog in fact…has magic. Gnogglebolt turns around and looks at Papa. He really -looks-.

Sszeyl: (( Should I assume Sszeyl doesn't find the carts? ))

TMG:I was able to find the cart rental without a check, actually >.>

Liatai:Ah! Yes, he found a cart rental place!

Derish:Derish replies.

Maximillian Toris:Max and Terri both watch the exchange with keen interest.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt also looks back to Brain, and says three words in a strange language.

TMG:foru words, sorry

Ghostwish:Gnogglebolt fails his int check and forgets how to count?

TMG:no, I added one

TMG:anyway…did Papa react at all to Gnogglebolt's inspecting gaze?

Ghostwish:Wait! Deirsh will help him remember with a move silently check!!!

• Papa tilts his head. Derp?

Derish:Herp derp woof.

Maximillian Toris:"So, what do you say to that, Brian? Are you in now?"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt frowns after looking at Papa. He also eyes the conversation going above his head, but does not comment. He turns around and shakes his head. "Anyway.

Derish:"You never did answer." Derish says, speaking in common again.

Ghostwish:whuups

Brian Toris:"I suppose I have no choice, now…" Brian sighs.

Ghostwish:erase that XD

Gnogglebolt:"So, you will watch Terri while you all accompany us on this venture?"

Derish:Derish looks like he's about to continue, but huffs slightly, his tail bristling.

VAE:what strange language did Gnogglebolt use?

Barshal:"That was a terribly interesting exchange." He says, and then says something in sylvan.

Maximillian Toris:"Of course! There's no way we can back out now." He grins.

• Brian Toris scowls at what Barshal says.

• Maximillian Toris starts snickering, hiding his mouth behind a gloved hand.

Barshal:Barshal would grin at Brian, if he could. "You just fell for the third oldest fey trick in the book. Now I know you speak their tongue."

Brian Toris:The brown-haired human mutters something dark in Draconic in response.

• Sszeyl goes to said Cart Rental place, trying out a new, a bit more load bearing wrap orientation. Jingles sack o' gold to get some merchantman's attention.

VAE:draconic? trofim should be getting it too!

Ghostwish:In the news today, a drow died in the marketplace after being swarmed by merchants…

Liatai:It took me a while to type, sorry XD

Ghostwish:Or at least, that's what would happen in Sharn. XD

VAE:np!

Merchant:"Hello? Hello! What's this?"

VAE:people just tend to forget since it's not exactly common to see someone looking like trofim to speak draconic

Derish:"Is it time for more questions then?" Derish says pointedly, looking at Brian.

• Maximillian Toris snaps something in Draconic to his brother.

Derish:Derish is a gnoll. Who speaks draconic. That's a big WTF!? for anyone who doesn't know the distant north.

Gnogglebolt:"Well, if this si sorted out…" Gnogglebolt looks around. "Your entire family seems to be a fascinating mystery, but I have several very, very imporatant errads to attend before we proceed to the hideout. We are meeting at the gate at sundown."

Maximillian Toris:"Sounds like a plan! Which gate?"

TMG:er…

Barshal:"I will be outside the gate. Well outside of it. Outside of the sight of the guards. I will be there."

TMG:geezuz.

Liatai:You came in at the eastern gate to the city.

Derish:"I shall accompany you. I have already done my shopping."

TMG:Can't use chevrons, brackets, or braces to enclose things

Sszeyl:"I have a need for a cart. Just a cart. Something simple, that can handle moderate to heavy loads.

Sszeyl:"Merchant:"Looking to rent, or to buy?"

VAE:you can use brackets

TMG:I was trying to insert "whatever" in between "the" and "gate", because I don't know which gate, but gnogglebolt would ^^;

TMG:nope, not brackets

TMG:« whatever = 0 »

VAE:why not? (not that they give me a problem)

TMG:MapTool treats chvrons as html, and both brackets and braces as macro commands

TMG:like I just demonstrated

VAE:see above

Liatai:Does anyone recall how much it cost for Gnogglebolt to rent a cart? ^^'

TMG:2 gold…

TMG:I think/

VAE:i used brackets, and they work fine (like) ((this))

TMG:I sold the spare back for 5 or 7

TMG:….

TMG:those are parentheses, danman

TMG:chevron >

TMG:bracket ]

VAE:those are brackets

TMG:brace }

TMG:parentheses )

VAE:then are square brackets [

VAE:and fuzzy brackets {

TMG:well, what I just said is what we call them

Meany: (( Hmm. ))

TMG:each has their own name

Merchant:"And are you looking for horses, horses, or do you have something to pull, to pull the cart with already?"

TMG:ANYWAY

Gnogglebolt:"I greatly look forward to further conversations with you all, but for now, I must take my leave. I shall see you in a few hours…"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt bows to everyone, and wanders towards the door.

Derish:Derish follows. That's one hell of a guard dog.

Brian Toris:"I suppose I'd better tell Grandfather…"

Barshal:Barshal stands up.

Barshal:"A green dragon attempted to claim our forest, once, when I was quite new."

Barshal:"It did not end well. For the dragon."

Terri:"Where is your forest, Mr. Barshal?"

Barshal:And then he's quiet, and still. Damn that unreadable face!! It's like a boon to rolls against sense motive!

Trofim:So, if noone needs anything else… me and beridze shall get goin'

Terri:Ah, but can it resist the power of curious cute seven-year-old? XD

Ghostwish:(my text keeps getting lighter for some reason)

TMG:okay, so…

TMG:Gnogglebolt's first thing on to-do list

TMG:drop off Salishea's stuff…somewhere.

VAE:Liatai, how much would a masterwork heavy flail cost?

Ghostwish:crap, where's that map. XD

TMG:Come to think of it…Gnogglebolt's been in Castleton for a few days. Where has he been staying? o.o

Liatai:Masterwork heavy flail. 300 GP more than a standard heavy flail. X3

VAE:so.. 310

VAE:ahaha

Meany:Pause?

Liatai:Pick an inn, any inn. X3

Liatai:Pausing!

Faerie:That's a pretty big difference.

VAE:how much is the share of gold belonging to everyone?

Liatai:305 GP.

TMG:everyone has 300

TMG:302

TMG:305 >.-

Faerie:Give or take.

Liatai:X3* Ghostwish sics a wild young kitten on TMG's keyboard. Cuteness and destruction ensues.

VAE:haha, so trofim has just enouhg, adding a few of his own moneys

Terri:"Mr. Barshal?"

Ghostwish:Warning: THe player behind Barshal is a forgetful idiot, and has gone and forgotten where the forest is. XD

Meany is disconnected.

Liatai:X3TMG:alrighty, there he goes, he's switching to a good comp…

Liatai:Just barely east of the Girn Mountains.

Barshal:"East of the Gim Mountains. Nearly the entire range is under the care of my order."

Terri:"Ooh! Wow, that's a lot of territory!"

VAE:so, he had 35 GP

TMG:erm…okay, if we're continuing anyway…

VAE:he lost one

VAE:(the boot challenge)

VAE:and now he gained 305

VAE:So, it figures

• Maximillian Toris pets Papa, mumbles something in Draconic to the dog, and then goes over to the table curiously.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt goes to (wherever he's been saying), and drops off all of the items collected from Salishea's cave

Trofim:listen: « 1d20 = 2 »

• Maximillian Toris looks left, looks right…

• Maximillian Toris snags a roll off the table and munches.

Trofim:Trofim , yet again hears nothing… damn earwax

Gnogglebolt:He makes sure to keep them in his pack until he gets into his room, then hides them so they aren't out in the open.

Ghostwish:And Derish already left. :* Papa trots up to Trofim and wags his tail. Pet me? :3

Trofim:Allright, boy!

Trofim:*scratches the dog under chin and between ears*

Papa:*wag wag wag*

Trofim:Will you come with me and beridze to the city?

• Papa looks at Max and Terri.

Maximillian Toris:"Go ahead, Papa, I'll watch her." *munch munch*

Papa:"Woof!"

Gnogglebolt:After dropping off Salishea's items…

Trofim:Terri can come too , if she wants… Oh1

Barshal:Barshal silently heads for the door.

Trofim:I'll leave the cards here *places them on table* You three have fun!]

TMG:oky, time for what we were talking over, Liatai. Gnogglebolt wants to go to a place that has records of trials. Does he remember seeing a section like that in the library he's been to, or does he have to ask around a little?

Trofim:Trofim grabs his share of gold, then walks out of the door whistling

Liatai:He'll have to ask around a little.

Barshal:Barshal leaves the inn, the street, and the city.. and heads off into the woods.

• Papa follows Trofim, tail wagging.

Meany has connected.

Terri:"Ooh! Max! I taught Mr. Barshal Snaggletooth!"

Meany:Yo.

Liatai:Yo!

TMG:Hokay…gather information check; "Where should I go to find records of past legal trials?", right?

Meany:Whisper?

TMG:ah! Okay, one sec meany

Liatai:TMG - Yep!

TMG:prepare for massive wall

Trofim:Now, boy, where shall we find a weaponsmith?

TMG:okay, hold for a sec everyone

TMG:cease typin'

Meany:Okay, I think I'm good.

Meany:Resume teh typings.

TMG:Alright…how much time is this asking around going to take, Liatai?

Liatai:Not long, 30 minutes to an hour.

Papa:"Woof!" Gather Information time, Trofim!

Sszeyl:"Buying or renting would depend on your rates, sir. As would draft animals."

TMG:Alrighty… here goes. « 1d20+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 »

TMG:crrrap.

TMG:No one he asked new where the trail records are?

Liatai:No one did, sadly. You asked a lot of out-of-towners.

Trofim:Trofim wanders around with Papa, looking for a weaponsmith « 1d20 = 16 »

TMG:Okay, how much time was that?

Liatai:1 hour.

TMG:damn…

Papa:Papa points in the direction of a place called the Shop and Chop.

Gnogglebolt:After an hour of fruitless askingit seemed no one In castleton knew about their own beuracracy, typicalhe looks at the sun sinking lower in the sky. It's getting closer to sundown…but he tries again. He has to find those records. « 1d20+3 = 7 + 3 = 10 »

Trofim:Clever Papa *pets the dog* This seems like the place!

TMG:fffffug.

Liatai:That's enough to find something!

Trofim:Some time, you seem smarter than Beridz AUGH!!!

TMG:…maybe a circumtance bonus for at least going in the right direction—ah!

Trofim:I didn't mean it like that!

TMG:Hokay, where does he go?

Sszeyl:You hear rumors. Vicious rumors of Drow patrolling the streets brandishing carts.

Liatai:At least, a place where you can find out more. Moloi's Books.

Trofim:Trofim enters the place!

TMG:….heh. Ha-ha. Haaaaaaa. *ahem.*

Trofim:Greetings!

Merchant:"Rates, rates, you say? It's 2 GP for two hours for a cart… Buying one would cost 15 GP, it would, it would."

Liatai:Hey, I already made that place, might as well use it again XD

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt's search was again not as good as he had hoped, but he was told a certain bookshop would, if not have the records, then know where they were. Gnogglebolt looks up at the sign, "Moloi's Books", and walks in.

General Store Owner:"Hail there! Welcome to the Shop and Chop!"

Gnogglebolt:"hello? Is anyone here? I am in quite a hurry…"

Trofim:You have arms, right?

Liatai:Listen check, Gnogglebolt.

TMG:(…heh heh. Something just occured to me.)

General Store Owner:"Two of them, last time I checked!" The shopkeeper laughs.

TMG:(Gnogglebolt could be entering the shop -right- after Sszeyl )

Trofim:Only two? *looks puzzled* … is any of them a flail?

TMG:(Since the taverns cene was "frozen" and sszel did a bunch of other stuff before going to the bookstore… )

Gnogglebolt:Listen check: « 1d20+2 = 19 + 2 = 21 »

Sszeyl:"Considering I would need this cart for a multitude of days, I'll elect to buy."

• Sszeyl fishes around in the sack o' gold. Which should totally be an item.

VAE:you should buy ALl the carys

VAE:*carts

VAE:then uppercut him on renting price

VAE:until he buys them back for twice as much

General Store Owner:The store owner smirks, holding out his hands and wiggling his fingers. "Nah, haven't needed to go that far yet!" He laughs again and leans on the counter, a giant of a human with an impressive beard. "All joking aside, you in the market for flails?"

Mr. Moloi:Gnogglebolt, you hear someone stealing up behind you.

Mr. Moloi:Moving very quickly.

Gnogglebolt:"Hello"? gnogglebolt says, turning around.

Trofim:In the market? There they just have *bleep*y made ones, like the one i made myself… am looking for somehting special

Merchant:"Very well, very well… Come this way, this way." The merchant leads Sszeyl over to a row of carts.

Trofim:*points to his flail which is a handle and chain weldded to a chunk of cast iron with nails sticking out*

Mr. Moloi:A wizened old man in a floppy hat freezes.

General Store Owner:"Hah, I see." The shopkeeper mumbles something — "like talking to Grumchik" — and then grins. "You've come to the right place! We've got flails of all shapes and sizes here!"

Gnogglebolt:"Ah—greetings. You are the proprietor of this bookstore? I am in a hurry, and in need of help."

Mr. Moloi:"… What do you need?"

VAE:ahahaha

Gnogglebolt:"I was told you know which offices the legal trial records of Castleton are held in? SUch a large city, the administrative buildings are clearly marked."

VAE:the grumchik who had the special waterskin made, right?

Liatai:Indeed X3

Liatai:Grumchik is an orge.

Gnogglebolt:*aren't

Sszeyl:"Hmm, what can you tell me of these carts? They can handel heavy loads?"

Trofim:Am looking for something at least as big as this one, that hits hard and doesn't break

Merchant:"They do, they do. They can pull as much as a horse can pull, they can, any of them."

Mr. Moloi:"… Legal records?" The old man gives a quiet, raspy cough.

Gnogglebolt:"Yes, the scribings of trials past. Can you give me directions to which place they are stored in?"

General Store Owner:"Well, I can guarantee you that our flails won't break easily! Now, we've got your standard, run-of-the-mill flails here… or, if you're interested, we just got a shipment from the Girn Mountains. Bazgrim Originals."

Mr. Moloi:"… Stored? … Are you looking to buy copies, or borrow them?"

Trofim:*Whispers to Beridze and nods*

Trofim:Who's Bazgrim?

Gnogglebolt:"Perhaps borrow, but I'm mainly interested in browsing them."

General Store Owner:"You don't know? Bazgrim is a dwarven smith! One of the best, if you want my opinion."

Trofim:Hmm, a dwarf you say… aren't they a bit small then?

Mr. Moloi:"… oh." The man coughs and looks somewhat disappointed. "… Legal library, northwestern part of town. Look for the couatl statue."

Trofim:I once met one in a tavern, and he was about *shows to his chest* this tall

Sszeyl:"Hmm. Very well, I'll take this one." Fishes for gold, and hands over the coins.

General Store Owner:The shopkeeper laughs. "Bazgrim makes weapons for people of all sizes, friend."

Trofim:Show them around then!

Merchant:"Pleasure doing business, business." The shopkeeper takes the money. "Are you looking for draft animals, too?"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt bows. "Thank you very much." And he heads out the door and to where the man specified.

General Store Owner:"Hah! Sure thing!" The shopkeeper ducks back behind a shelf, then returns with a heavy flail.

Trofim:We need to see how they hold and feel - not so dumb to buy a cat in a bag

General Store Owner:« 1d20+10 = 3 + 10 = 13 »

Trofim:Oh, that sure looks like it does business

Sszeyl:"I'm afraid where I'm going a draft animal would occupy too much resources." Unless DnD has a deus ex machina for such an occassion.

VAE:it does

VAE:it's called grazing

General Store Owner:"You can bet it does!" The shopkeeper does a few intricate swings with it, then catches it and holds it out for Trofim to inspect, handle first. "Go ahead, give it a swing, see how it feels."

Trofim:Trofim grabs the flail and swings it around in his usual way

Trofim:« 1d20+1+1+1 = 5 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 8 »

Legal Archivist:A grey-haired man with a pointed goatee looks up as Gnogglebolt enters.

Gnogglebolt:"Hail, good sir." Gnogglebolt says.

General Store Owner:"We have others, if that one doesn't quite strike your fancy. It looks like the grip's a little wide for you on that one."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt is rather out of breath, having been rushgin about.

Legal Archivist:"Greetings… Sir, is something the matter?" The archivist looks slightly concerned.

Trofim:I would say so too… it sort of drags to the left as well

General Store Owner:The shopkeeper holds out his hand for the flail. "Here, give me that one back. I'll grab another one."

Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 »

Trofim:Trofim hands the flails back

Sszeyl:»Sszeyl:Ignore that roll.

Gnogglebolt:"Ah…nothing the matter… just in a hurry…I have a deadline. Anyway…I need to look through the trial archives, I am looking for something in particular. Can you help me?"

General Store Owner:The shopkeeper returns with a new one. "Here, try this one on for size."

Trofim:Hmm, this seems better … « 1d20+3 = 17 + 3 = 20 »

Legal Archivist:"Certainly. Preparing for a case at the last minute?" The archivist cracks a dry smile.

Trofim:Now that's what i'm talkin' about!

Sszeyl: (( Forgot don't need rolls when the cart is under his pulling/pushing capacity. ))

Ghostwish:brb, bio, do continue. ^_^

General Store Owner:The shopkeeper laughs and claps. "Looks much better!"

Trofim:this one swings like horse's *bleep*!

Merchant:"Resources, resources?" The merchant looks confused.

Trofim:Now, how much do you ask for ti?

Gnogglebolt:"Well…the case will actually not be for a few days, but I have places to be. Anyway…If such a case exists, I need help finding an instance where a petty criminal was granted a reduced sentance or pardon in exchange for aiding in the investigation of a more heinous criminal."

General Store Owner:"For a Bazgrim original like that one? 310 gold. Not cheap, but better than a magic one would be, right?" The shopkeeper grins.

Gnogglebolt:"I just need to know this has happened before, if it has."

Legal Archivist:"Many times, good sir. It's called the informant clause."

Sszeyl:"Water, food, that sort of thing. Though I'm unfamiliar with the needs of your country's draft animals of choice."

Trofim:Sure is! Oh *bleep*, that seems almost cheap lookin' at what it does

Sszeyl:Because Zairith didn't trust me to not get revenge on his horse for kicking me.

Gnogglebolt:"Ah, indeed? Very good, this will save time."

Trofim:I just went off with a bunch of folks to grab some goblins over… i made so much money.. like in a year before!

Gnogglebolt:"So, if it an established practice, then I need not any specific case, just the words of the clause."

Merchant:The merchant looks at Sszeyl quizzically. "Hm? … Horses? You can buy feed for them, certainly, certainly… but if you're in a grassy area, they can graze for themselves, themselves. Water would be your only concern, concern."

Trofim:Lissen! The old one.. the head i made myself , but the chain and handle aren't bad… is it worth anything as material?

Legal Archivist:"Of course. Would you like to borrow one of the law books here?"

Gnogglebolt:"Perhaps not, actually…I can look at the words, and come back later."

Trofim:Beridze here says that i have no use for it. but you might, and so drop a few coins off the price *taps the pouch with the skull*

Sszeyl:"Well how much would it set me back to rent a decently strong horse for about seven days?"

TMG:(and don't worry liatai, you don't "need" to put it in exact words if you don't have it like that already x3 )

General Store Owner:The shopkeeper looks at it, gives it a few test swings… « 1d20+12 = 18 + 12 = 30 »

TMG:(we can just say Gnogglebolt looked at it, and you give me the general idea… )

Liatai:Oh phew XD

Merchant:"To rent, to rent? One horse, seven days… 80 gold pieces, including saddle, saddle, and feed."

Sszeyl: (( …I forget how much gold I had. How embarrassing. ))

General Store Owner:"Well, it holds up well to a solid swing." The shopkeeper looks it over. "I can give you 5 gold for it."

Meany:Starting with 305, minus 25 for rent, minus 1 for tailor, minus 13 for general store goods, minus 12 for journal, minus fifteen for cart.

Liatai:The basic clause is this; if a person who is convicted of a crime offers information that assists in the capture of another criminal, his or her sentence will be reduced.

Trofim:Souns' good!

Liatai:« 305-25-1-13-12-15 = 305 - 25 - 1 - 13 - 12 - 15 = 239 »

Liatai:There you go, Sszeyl. :3

• General Store Owner hands over the money. "Anything else you're in the market for today, friend?"

Trofim:Trofim begins counting money, one by one… it is clearly visible he is not used to having such sums around

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt peers through the book the archivist gave him, looking at the pages the archivist pointed out. Gnogglebolt nods after he's read it. "Excellent. Thank you very much." Gnogglebolt passes two gold pieces to the man as tip. "And now, I must be off. Must hurry."

Legal Archivist:"Ah — thank you, sir, but I can't accept gratuities."

Meany:Thankee.

Legal Archivist:He passes the coins back.

Gnogglebolt:"Oh.." Gnogglebolt shrugs, and repockets the coins.

Legal Archivist:"Good luck with the trial, hm?"

Ghostwish:back!

Meany:Wb.

Gnogglebolt:"I hope… and thank you again."

Trofim:299, 300, 301 , 302 303 304 there! 305!

Gnogglebolt:Next stop: temple of Pelor

Trofim:There you are, good man!

Liatai:Anything you want Barshal or Derish to do while the others are shopping? :3

Sszeyl:"I think that is too good a deal to pass up, sir."

TMG:or in Gnogglebolt's case, doing the runabout trying to get things taken care of before sundown? >.>

Sszeyl:"Show me which animals you have on hand, please?"

Merchant:"Thank you, thank you kindly. Right this way?"

• Sszeyl follows the stuttering man.

Merchant:There are five horses in the stable; two chestnut, one black, two pale. "Here, here we are. This chestnut —" he pats his hand on one stable door as he passes. " — is more of a racer than a draft horse, she is, she is, but the others are fine draft animals, they are."

General Store Owner:"Thank you! And here's yours." The shopkeeper hands Trofim five gold.

Liatai:Oop, be back in two shakes.

Trofim:Trofim pockets the five gold pieces

Liatai:OK, back. ^^

TMG:^^Meany:Wb.

Trofim:Good bye! He struts out of the shop, his new flail proudly on his shoulder

Trofim:Come papa!

Papa:"Woof woof!"

Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 19 + 5 = 24 » Spot check on the horses acting agitated about having a Drow around.

Trofim:We'll show everyone! I haven't held a flail like this in me life!

Gnogglebolt:After another jog through the streets of Casteton, Gnogglebolt walks up the steps of the Temple of pelor, cursing very gently under his breath (in various languages) that the steps were too damn big.

Gnogglebolt:He does stop the muttering as soon as he sees someone, however

Trofim:Walking back to the bar…

Priest:"Welcome, son of Glittergold. What brings you to the temple of Pelor?"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt braces his hands onhis knees for a moment, catching his breath. "I was…here earlier…about a very sick goblin…scheduled for trial."

Trofim:Look what i got, folks!

Gnogglebolt:"Coulnt' see him before…they were performing delicate procedures on him."

Liatai:Spot check and Listen check as you approach, Trofim?

Trofim:« 1d20 = 6 » Spot

Gnogglebolt:"Surely…they are done by now?"

Trofim:« 1d20 = 17 » Listen

Maximillian Toris:You can hear Max telling Terri an animated tale in Draconic as you approach.

VAE:oh liatai

VAE:the person that had uploaded Magic house on YT got pwned

VAE:so the link on Lethiriss no longer works

Derish:Derish offers to carry Gnogglebolt around, if he needs it.

TMG:wait, huh? Derish is with gnogglebolt? o.o

Maximillian Toris:Max looks up as Trofim enters. "Ah! Hello there!" He waves.

Trofim:Hello!

Ghostwish:Has been? This entire time?

Trofim:Look at what i got meself!

Terri:"Mr. Trofim! And Papa!'

Trofim:Swings through the air « 1d20+3 = 4 + 3 = 7 »

Trofim:*bleep* , that didn't go right

• Maximillian Toris snatches Terri out of the way of the flail.

Trofim:Swings again [1d20+3[

Trofim:Swings again « 1d20+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 »

Trofim:*bleep*

Ghostwish:XD!!!

Papa:*Yipe!*

Trofim:In the shop, it worked better!

Trofim:Swings again « 1d20+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 »

Trofim:*Bleep* *bleep* *bleepbleep*

TMG:well,…if he's "atacking an object", it doesn't need a roll

TMG:What, is he not taking the time to actually careflly measure his swing?

VAE:he is trying to show how well it swings

Maximillian Toris:"Friend! Friend, we can see itl; would you mind not swinging it around any more so we don't have to pay the bartender for a new table?" He laughs nervously.

Trofim:You can see it?

TMG:he's just flailing wildly? (pun not intended)

VAE:yep

VAE:trying to show how well it swings… and failing at it

Priest:"I'll check with the others; if you would wait here, sirs?"

TMG:I shouldn't have been surprised x3

Trofim:Well, allright then… i guess it will better show in battle than here

Liatai:One of the lighter-colored horses looks nervous, but the others don't.

• Terri giggles.

Trofim:In the shop it went way better, it did!

Trofim:Not like the old one i had,that barely hit anyting

Priest:The priest returns. "The goblin had one foot, am I correct?"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods solemnly. "Yes. They were removing his diseased arm, if I recall."

Meany:Foot?

Trofim:Anyways, what was this sky opening ya talked of?

Priest:"The procedure went well… He is currently sleeping." The priest looks slightly confused; why is a gnome concerned about a goblin?

Maximillian Toris:"Ah, you speak Draconic?"

TMG:and liatai…could you have -possibly- found a more evil-looking preist? I mean, seriously! Bald, black facial hair, goatee, pencil moustache, dark expression, red background xD

TMG:(j/k)

Liatai:I'm sorryyyyyy XD

Ghostwish:RACIST!

Liatai:I couldn't find the androgynous priest from last time XD

TMG:in the defalt folder? o.o

VAE:hey it works!

TMG:*defualt

Meany:Results of my spot check?

Liatai:One of the lighter-colored horses looks nervous, but the others don't.

VAE:in the campaign me and Saph attend on tuesdays the church of Pelor are the villains

VAE:they are like Aeliseum from OSaS

VAE:If you aren't human they burn ya at stake

Gnogglebolt:"Hmm, sleeping?" Gnogglebolt frowns. "I…do need to check on him. I'd also rather not disturb him, but I may need to talk to him."

Gnogglebolt:"Can you show me to him?"

Sszeyl:Sszeyl avoids the nervous horse, looking at the other pale one first, then the chestnut and black one, inspecting muscle-build and whatever other people look for in good horses.

Priest:"I do not know which room he is in, myself… but I can take you to Brother Mazera, who assisted in the procedure.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 11 + 5 = 16 » Spot check on such info.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt bows. "Thank you."

Liatai:You'd want to roll a Handle Animal check.

Sszeyl:Which I lack.

Sszeyl:Drat.

TMG:hmm, the DC shouldn't be high if it's a well-trained animal…but I'm not sure if you can take 10

TMG:lemme check

TMG:oh heck, I'm already on the page! xD

Sszeyl:No I lack the skill, and it's not untrained.

TMG:"Handle animal: make it do a "trick" it already knows, DC 10"—ooooh. Trained only.

TMG:Darn o.o

TMG:OH wait!

Liatai:I'm still searching for a token for Brother Mazera, so take your time… X3

• Meany smells hope.

TMG:Untrained: If you have no ranks in Handle Animal, you can use a Charisma check to handle and push domestic animals, but you can’t teach, rear, or train animals.

Meany:So minus one to bring it down to fifteen.

Meany:Er.

Meany:Minus two, sorry. Wrong skill mod.

Liatai:Dangit, it's hard to find a happy-looking token. XD

TMG:heh x3

Liatai:Doo dee doo, making a token… Want to roll, Meany?

TMG:I think he's asking to keep the roll he already made, just swapping the modifiers

Liatai:Ah.

Meany:The dice hates me today.

Liatai:All of the horses look well-fed and strong, although the chestnut draft horse is favoring one foreleg slightly.

Meany:But I will get revenge, when they go home to find their wives and children fed to toddlers.

TMG:..heehee. My sis's are playing music behind me. On right now is "get down with the sickness". I amuse myself greatly imagining at how the people would react if the band went back and time and put on a concert of this song for real-life Middle Ages people xD

Faerie:…x3

Brother Mazera:A young half-elven boy approaches. "… You were the ones asking about the goblin soldier, yes?" He barely looks older than Terri.

TMG:Oh, you thought the evangelicals were all "evil satan" during the 80's?

Liatai:XDMaximillian Toris:"I was just telling Terri about an adventure I had with a group of druids."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt blinks at the very young-looking person, but retains his composure. "Yes indeed. I would like to check on him, and even though he is sleeping, perhaps talk to him. I may not be back for a few days."

Sszeyl:Now it is down to the pale horse and the black horse. Hmm, decisions decisions. The Drow looks torn, between the aethetically pleasing black horse, and the non-stereotypical pale.

Brother Mazera:"Very well… Could you come this way, sir? Um… sirs?"

VAE:bwhahahaha

Gnogglebolt:"Certainly."

VAE:more and more anime chars

Trofim:Druids?

Liatai:I can't help it, they're the easiest characters for me to find on short notice XD

Maximillian Toris:"Yes! A group from Kimoshalex's Basin."

• Sszeyl pulls out a coin and flips it, letting luck decide for him.

Sszeyl:« 1d2 = 2 »

Trofim:Where the *bleep* is that? *looks mildly confused*

TMG:(Oh wait—even better. Rob Zombie going back in time to the Middle Ages )

Schink:The young half-elven boy leads you to a clean room containing a bed, table, and a few chairs. The goblin looks very small on the bed; it was clearly sized for a human. Where his diseased arm used to be, there is now a stump bandaged in clean white cloth.

Terri:"Drakesbow Lake!"

Sszeyl:"I'll go with the black horse, if it is quite alright."

Merchant:"Very well, very well. Eighty gold?"

Trofim:Drake's bow… lake? … uh.. Beridze?

Liatai:Knowledge (geography)?

Trofim:« 1d20 = 19 »

VAE:Beridze to the rescue!

• Sszeyl sets the sack on the ground, and hands the gold over in groups of ten.

Brother Mazera:"We had to remove his arm… He was under a sleeping spell at the time, so he felt no pain."

Liatai:You remember that Drakesbow Lake is a lake at the center of a large druidic sanctuary northeast of here.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks around approvingly at the clean area, and walks over to Schink, looking down at him. The goblin looks peaceful, breathing lightly on the cot. He looks up at Brother Mazera at his words. 'Ah, that's good. Is he still under a spell, or is he sleeping normally?"

Brother Mazera:'The spell should have worn off… I can check for you, if you like."

Trofim:So… somewhere northeast.. there's a sanctoary.. some sort of temple of them there?

Trofim:Good.. beridze!

Maximillian Toris:"That's right! Well, no. That's not quite right."

Trofim:So, what happened?

Maximillian Toris:"There used to be a temple there, but it's not a druidic temple."

Terri:"Max helped fight off some robbers!"

Gnogglebolt:"Yes, please." Gnogglebolt looks down again at Schink's stumps. It was a sad thing to lose a limb, it was often a near-undefeatble crippling condition. But then Gnogglebolt remember something, and began thinging…tick-tock. Clank clak. Whiir. Greas and cogs and pistons—Gnogglebolt shook his head, clearing his thoughts.

TMG:Geeze, so many typos tonight >.-

Trofim:What temple is it then?

Brother Mazera:The boy closes his eyes and mumbles a few words; his hands start to glow for a moment. The glow subsides, and the boy opens his eyes. "Father Locke seems to have been very thorough… The sleeping spell is gone, but there is a lingering curative spell to ease the pain."

Maximillian Toris:"One that deserves to have more worshippers," he says… Sense Motive?

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods, and takes a breath. He gently reaches out and presses Schink's shoulder.

Trofim:« 1d20 = 4 »

Liatai:… uhm. The good shoulder, or the stump? XD

TMG:er…the good shoulde, yes, Gnogglebolt makes sure to go on that side o.o

Trofim:Trofim is utterly convinced that the entity deserves to have more worshippers, even if he has no idea who it is

Liatai:XDSchink:The goblin shuffles a little in his sleep.

Meany:Switching comps.

Meany:x-x

Liatai:Eep. Good luck. ^^'

Meany is disconnected.

Maximillian Toris:"Anyway, Terri's right. We were attacked by a group of robbers while we were on the road to our destination… and one of the druids decided he had had quite enough of thieves in his forest!"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt speaks in the goblin tongue.

Derish:"Why?" Derish speaks suddenly.

Maximillian Toris:He gestures animately while telling the story. "He said a few words in the secret language of the druids… and then, suddenly, the sky got dark, and thunder started to rumble…"

Liatai:… Where is Derish? o.o

TMG:…yeah, where is Derish?

Ghostwish:With gnoggle.

Brother Mazera:"… Why?"

TMG:I don't think he suddenly gained Jump powers…

Trofim:And then he took a flail and broke their *bleep*in' heads! *trofim adds excitedly*

Ghostwish:Tech, he's been following him about the whole way. XD

TMG:we yes, but it sounded like he was responding to the other conversation xD

• Maximillian Toris laughs. "No, that was my job!"

Derish:Derish turns slightly, looking down at Mazera. "Why would you waste so much on a single goblin? It does not make sense to me. Why?"

Maximillian Toris:"It started to pour down rain… and the next thing any of us knew, lightning started lancing around!"

Terri:"Kssh! Kssh!"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt raises an eyebrow at Derish. "He may have comitted a crime, but the crime did not deserve death."

Brother Mazera:The child looks solemn. "We do not turn away any who show up at our temple doors in need of aid, sir…"

Derish:"I do not speak of the crimes he has committed. I speak of the crimes he will commit. As sundered as his body is now, he will not stop. He is a goblin."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks flatly to Derish. "You do not know that."

Brother Mazera:"It is no waste if we can ease suffering." The boy blinks at the conversation between the two, but does not speak.

Gnogglebolt:"And from what I've read, and if I did not know better, I would say the same about one of your kind."

Trofim:Ah! so the lighting helped you to see, and then you could break their *bleep*in' heads with ease!

Derish:"How do I not? Are the goblins here different? That I would understand. I have seen the gnolls of the south, and they are not my kind. But I remember the goblins of the north. Large, yellow things, like men but incapable of thought. Only savagery."

• Maximillian Toris laughs again.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shakes his head and looks down at Schink again. Once more, he gently pressed the goblin's should, still gently, but slightly more than last time, saying his name again.

Schink:The goblin mutters something in his sleep.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt glares at Derish, only making a "Shh." sound and motion.

Brother Mazera:The young acolyte merely watches.

Derish:Derish sighs, and shakes his head. "This land is so confusing. I miss snow."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt sighs. One final time, hegently!shakes the goblin's shoulder, speaking again in another tongue.

Brother Mazera:"You are from the northern lands, sir?"

Schink:The goblin stirs, starts to roll over… then whimpers, rolling back onto his back.

Derish:"Correct. And I am called Derish. I do not understand this sir. You often call people it who do not deserve what it means."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt speaks again.

Brother Mazera:"Do not deserve…? Those who have more years and knowledge than yourself deserve respect, Sir Derish."

Schink:The goblin blinks blearily, and speaks thickly.

Meany has connected.

Derish:"Such is the case. And yet I have seen brigands whom are challanged by the knights called sir. It confuses me why the knights would even speak to them in the first place."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt speaks softly and reassuringly to Schink.

TMG:ah, welcome back, Meany

TMG:one moment, I will whisper you stuffs

Maximillian Toris:"Better! It eliminated the need to do any head-bashing!"

TMG:everyone hold for a sec

Meany:»TMG:okay, hold for a sec for Meany to read it all ^^;

Meany:Skimmed sufficiently.

Meany:Carry on.

Schink:The goblin mumbles something — and then tries to sit up quickly. He sinks back with a whimper.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt continues speaking in a soft, yet saddened tone.

Brother Mazera:"… Would you mind asking him a question for us, sir?"

Sszeyl:The drow looks slightly uncomfortable. "Um..I'm afraid I don't know how to saddle a horse, let alone attach it to a cart."

Merchant:"… You don't? You don't?"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt glances over to Brother Mazera. "Yes?"

Trofim:Liminated the need for head-bashing? How?

Brother Mazera:"Would you ask him if he could rate his pain for us on a scale of one to five, one being no pain, and five being unbearable?"

Sszeyl:"I'm doing this for some friends who do know such things, just don't have the money to rent one themselves."

Maximillian Toris:"Simple! They all dropped their weapons and ran like scared chickens!"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods. "Yes, one moment." Gnogglebolt puases for a second, then speaks to Schink.

Merchant:"… I see, I see… Here, I can show you, show you."

Trofim:Ahahah

Merchant:*description of how to saddle a horse and hook it up to a cart goes here*

Gnogglebolt:"The person who has healed you has a question. How much pain are you feeling, on a scale of one to five? One is no pain, five is great pain."

Gnogglebolt:oh shite >.

Sszeyl:*thankful comments goes here*

TMG:was supposed to be whispered…carry on.

Schink:The goblin blinks blearily for a moment… then says one word.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt frowns, and looks to the priest. "He says three."

Sszeyl:"Before I leave," the drow asks after hooking up the horse with the magical powers of montage, "is the horse trained to respond to a name?"

Brother Mazera:The acolyte nods. "Very well…" He goes over to the table and begins mixing some liquids in a vial pulled from the pockets of his robes.

Merchant:"Doug."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks back down to Schink and continues talking.

Sszeyl:"Thank you kindly."

Sszeyl:« 1d20 = 13 » Gather information check for the fish market.

Liatai:You find it easily. There are plenty in the northern part of town.

Fisherman:"Fish! Frrrrreeeeesh fiiiiish!"

Trofim:So, what happened then?

• Sszeyl stops cart. "Fish for sale, good man?"

Fisherman:"Plenty of fish!"

• Sszeyl holds up sack o' gold. "I'll take as much fish as this will buy me."

Maximillian Toris:"Well, that's the unfortunate part of the tale. It was raining so hard and so long from the druid's spell, we had to take cover."

Maximillian Toris:"And then, when we got back to the cart…."

Liatai:How much gold is in that sack, anyway?

Sszeyl: (( Still have that number you gave me for before horse rental? ))

Liatai:No. ^^'

Sszeyl: (( That minus horse rental. ))

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt then leans in closer to Schink and whispers in his ear, even though he's already speaking in a foriegn tongue.

Sszeyl:« 305-25-1-13-15 = 305 - 25 - 1 - 13 - 15 = 251 »

Schink:The goblin looks confused.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt frowns at something the goblin says, then replies.

Sszeyl:« 251-12 = 251 - 12 = 239 »

Sszeyl:« 239-80 = 239 - 80 = 159 »

Sszeyl:There we go.

Liatai:« 159/3 = 159 / 3 = 53 »

Fisherman:The merchant looks at the sack, counts out the money, then whistles.

Fisherman:"… THAT much?!"

Sszeyl:"I have a hungry bear at home. Price of living with druids.]]

Sszeyl:"*Schink:The goblin looks somewhat relieved… then says something, looking at the wall.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods solemnly, saying only two words.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt straightens up, saying only one more thing, and turns to the others.

Fisherman:The fisherman nods, then shakes his head disbelievingly as he packages up a variety of fish. Big fish, little fish, medium fish, one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish…

Fisherman:53 pounds of fish.

Gnogglebolt:"Thank you, Brother. I am done here."

Brother Mazera:"You are welcome. Would you kindly do me one last favor before you leave, sir?"

TMG:…something tells me that Sszeyl's sack can buy more fish tha the man has in his whole stall o.o

Gnogglebolt:"Yes?"

Brother Mazera:"Would you tell him that this is medicine that will help his pain?" The boy holds up the vial he had been mixing.

Gnogglebolt:"Ah, of course." Gnogglebolt looks down to Schink once more, saying a few things.

Fisherman:The fisherman returns with four gigantic sacks of fish. "Whew! There you are." He looks almost giddy for a moment, like he can't believe his good fortune.

• Sszeyl puts the fifty-odd pounds of fish into the cart. "Thank you for your business."

Fisherman:"No, thank you, sir!"

Fisherman:As soon as Sszeyl starts to move away, the man hurriedly puts up a sign saying "Sorry, we're closed!" and runs off to revel in his good fortune.

Schink:The goblin nods, still looking rather out of it.

Gnogglebolt:"By the way, Brother, other goblins may visit him from time to time. There may be one or two that speak Common and can translate."

Gnogglebolt:"Although I'm sure there is a scholar somewhere in this city who also speaks their language…"

Brother Mazera:The young priest helps the goblin drink the vial, then turns to Gnogglebolt and Derish. "He should sleep for a few hours after this… Excellent, thank you. Father Locke speaks their language, but I am afraid I do not…"

• Sszeyl heads back to the Boot.

Brother Mazera:"Would you like me to bring you to the entrance hall?"

Gnogglebolt:"Ah, good for that. And with that, I must take my leave. One final thing to do…"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt heads outside with Derish, and yelps at how low in the sky in the sun is. "Hurry! We must get to the courthouse."

Maximillian Toris:"The cart's wheels were a good foot stuck in the ground!"

Liatai:Sszeyl can come in whenever he wants. ^^

Derish:'Hurry'. A single stride from the gnoll almost covers five steps of the gnome.

Gnogglebolt:oh, whups— "yes, thank you" Gnogglebolt follows Mazera outside.

Sszeyl:"Whoa, Doug." Stops the cart within acceptable distance, and walks to the Boot, making noise and signing a Drow song of joyful murder of theives while he slowly walks in.

Brother Mazera:"Take care. Blessings be with you."

Ghostwish:brb, startin the coals

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt winces at how fast the tall gnoll is, and puts a hand over his face, and hurries as fast as his small legs can carry him.

Sszeyl:Oop, translated from Undercommon to Common, naturally.

Liatai:… This is really a rather funny mental image, I'm sorry. This tall gnoll striding along, and a gnome scurrying along behind trying to catch up. XD

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 10 + 2 = 12 » Preform check.

Derish:"I -can- carry you, if you want."

• Papa woofs in greeting.

TMG:I -almost- had Gnogglebolt sawllow his pride and ashamedly ask Derish to carry him x3

TMG:…

Ghostwish:XDGnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt stops At derish's sudden offer, and lets out a breath. Hand goes over faces again, this time as if he doesn't want to watch what is about to happen.

Gnogglebolt:"…Very well."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt braces himself

Maximillian Toris:"Took us a good half of a day to get the cart's wheels out of the ground…"

Derish:"Up we go!" Announces Derish, grabbing Gnogglebolt around the collar, and hoisting him straight up.. onto his shoulder.. And then breaking into a run. Oh the sight the town beheld. A gnome, atop a large, noisy gnoll, running through town.

Liatai:clank clank clank clank clank XD

Gnogglebolt:And the gnome is cursing the whole time (but in languages most people don't know)

Gnogglebolt:Though Derish can, ever now and then, distictly catch " This is worse than the dog!", as well as a few choice words in Derish's own tongue (but not directed at him)

Gnogglebolt:and he is clucthcing Derish very tightly ^^

TMG:*clutching

Papa:Back at the Boot, Papa sneezes.

Terri:"Oh, no! Papa, are you coming down with a cold?"

• Sszeyl enters the tavern, and whistles. "Would Miss Terri and company please report to the drow at the entrance to the tavern?"

Derish:Derish and passenger(?) arrive safely at the gate, although it wasn't the smoothest ride. Derish deposits Gnogglebolt -gently- back down, looking rather amused.

Ghostwish:and brb

Gnogglebolt:So, after a harrowing journy through the city streets, they arrive at the courthouse in one pieces (presumably)

Trofim:What's with Papa?

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt lets Derish put him down, and braces himself for several minutes, close to throwing up but fortunately keeps it down.

Trofim:Anyways, am gonna have to do a bit of work with Beridze here

Gnogglebolt:He then stands up, attempts to preserve what little dignity he has left, and strides up to the person manning the door to the courthouse

Trofim:*trofim seats himself at a table, pulls out beridze and a dirty tied stack of papers, with "The SpELlBooKE" written on the front page

Meany:I assume no one heard the drow?

Maximillian Toris:"… That's our cue, I guess!" Max laughs, grabbing another roll for the road.

Liatai:Be back in two shakes, all… -.-

TMG:s'okay

Trofim:He opens it, and with the help of his skull, begins to draw and write dilligently ,obviously perparing spells for the next day

VAE:anyways folks, me gotta go to the bathroom

VAE:i presume that trofim can be left alone as he'll address any interruptions briefly and rudely

Meany:Doo doo dee doo.

TMG:One shake…twoshake?

Faerie:Red shake blue shake?

TMG::3Meany:Me shake you shake.

Faerie:We all shake for ice…shake.

Meany:Milkshakes?

• Meany will take a standard vanilla, medium. :3

Liatai:I'll be a little longer. Family drama.

TMG:oh dear D:* Meany sends luck.

Liatai:Folks are not taking responsibility, and we're all getting yelled at for it. -.-

Meany:I know that situation. :/

TMG:>:Ghostwish:back, briefly, still tending coals

Ghostwish:Hope liatai is okay.

Ghostwish:brb again

Meany:Ninja ghost.

Ghostwish:*unpoof!*

Ghostwish:*poof!*

Meany:»VAE:oh bloody hell

TMG:yeah ]:VAE:family annoyance sucks

Liatai:OK, back. Who's here?

Meany:Yo.

Ghostwish:*POUNCE!*

TMG:Ah!

Ghostwish:You is the okay, Liatai?

VAE:danman is here

TMG:Yes, was it resolved okay?

Liatai:I is the okay. ^^

VAE:did you have to slap anyone?

Liatai:No, no. XD

TMG:….just realized. When's the last tie Faerie said something?

TMG:*time

Liatai:Not that I would have gotten very far if I tried, the one with the beef was the black belt… >.>

VAE:ahahaha

Liatai::3Liatai:… Huh. While ago. o.o

TMG:so, aaaanyway…everyone picks up where they left off?

VAE:it's funny - it seems that the better people are at it the less they fight

VAE:Trofim is preparing spells

Liatai:Well, she had a good reason to be mad. She's asthmatic, brother wasn't doing his vacuuming/dusting duties. ^^'

VAE:from "The SpELlBooKE"

VAE:ouch

Terri:"Hi, Mr. Sszeyl!"

Sszeyl:"Hey, Terri."

VAE:my aunt and uncle are somewhat too.. reminds me when my mother threw some fist-strong perfume on herself

Jumpy Guard:A guard standing at the door salutes as they approach. "The goblin catchers return!"

• Sszeyl looks at the new people, brow arched.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 14 + 3 = 17 » Sense motive check.

Gnogglebolt:"Indeed. I have urgent things to speak to the goblins about, and whoever's in charge here."

Gnogglebolt:"…Thought I should probably speak to who's in charge first."

Fat Man In Charge:The guard brings you in, where the fat man is writing in a ledger.

Gnogglebolt:"Hail." Gnogglebolt says as he walks in.

Maximillian Toris:The new fellow seems cheery, and close to Terri by the way he's keeping an eye on her.

Sszeyl: (( Refresh my memory, where did the other brother go? ))

Brian Toris:"Excuse me — a little room?"

Brian Toris:He's trying to squeeze back in the door at the moment.

• Brian Toris nods to the drow as he passes.

• Sszeyl moves out of the way. "So sorryy."

Sszeyl:-yTMG:(moving gnogglebolt to the side as he's not here ^^; )

Maximillian Toris:"Well, Terri seems to know you… Sszeyl, was it?"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt walks over to the big man's desk. "I return temporarily to discuss certain important things, though I am on a bit og a tight schedule."

Sszeyl:Back to Terri. "I've gotten a cart and Fuzzy's fish. So I have to go take it to him before it spoils. Tell the gnome I've gone on ahead when he gets back, would you?"

Fat Man In Charge:"Discuss with who?"

Brian Toris:"… 'Fuzzy?'"

Gnogglebolt:"With you, if you're the head here, and with the goblins. First, I must fully describe a few things."

• Terri giggles. "I'll tell you later!" To Sszeyl - "Are you sure you wanna go off by yourself, in the dark? Scary things are out there…"

Gnogglebolt:"No, wait. First, I formally request to be the goblin's advocate for their trial."

• Sszeyl looks sharply up at the newcommer, then back down to Terri. "Don't worry. I'm a Drow, we like the dark."

Fat Man In Charge:"Noted…" The man peers at the gnome. "… Are you trained in law?"

Terri:"At least take Papa with you!"

Derish:"You can't be serious.."

Gnogglebolt:"Not fully, but, shall we say, I am a fast learner and a fast reader. Plus, I could hire a real professional."

Fat Man In Charge:"….."

Fat Man In Charge:"… Stranger things have happened. I'll log in your request."

Sszeyl:"Does Papa wish to come? He didn't seem to like Fuzzy last time and I don't want him to make the poor bear cry again."

Gnogglebolt:"And on that note, I also hereby request the trial be postponed until I have taken care of what I am about to tell you next."

Jumpy Guard:The guard from before is looking like he wants to echo Derish's sentiment.

• Terri giggles. "He was just worried about me!"

Sszeyl:"That doesn't make consoling an emotionally wounded bear any easier, especially when I can't talk to him directly. But if you insist."

Papa:"Woof!"

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 4 + 2 = 6 » Check on correctly petting dogs. "Hello Papa." Looks up and around. "Where did your other dog go?"

Liatai:Papa has joined the party!

Maximillian Toris:"Other dog?"

TMG:Ally Get

Brian Toris:"Wonder which one he means…"

Sszeyl:"The one with a preference for those strangely crisp and juicy vegetables…apples, I think they were called?"

• Sszeyl again looks up at the two. "I take it you know these two, Miss Terri?"

Terri:"Uh-huh! These are my brothers!"

Maximillian Toris:"Oh, that's right, completely forgot to introduce ourselves!" The blonde one laughs and holds out a hand. "Max Toris, and this is Brian.'

VAE:gotta run again.. ^^'

Sszeyl:"You forgot because I assumed you were nosy adventurers and elected to not ask. Sszeyl of Orgolloyss."

• Sszeyl the drow does a little bow, and notices the two brothers have apparantly cut him off from Miss Terri. "Is there something I can do for you?"

TMG:and, uh, big guy's response to Gnogglebolt? >.> (dunno if you forgot or not)

Maximillian Toris:"Pleasure to meet you. Can't say it's often you meet a drow up here. — oh, sorry!"

• Maximillian Toris bows back, then steps back.

Liatai:He's waiting for Gnogglebolt to continue.

TMG:oh, okay.

Sszeyl: (( Oop, sorry. ))

Sszeyl: (( Didn't see the hand held out and lagged after replying.]] ))

Liatai:It's OK! He just assumed it was a cultural thing. X3

Sszeyl:"I've noticed a lot of you surface people hold out your hands when introducing yourself, what an odd custom."

Maximillian Toris:"You don't shake hands in the Underdark?" He looks curious.

Sszeyl:"Anyhoo, lovely to meet you." Starts to go out of the tavern, whistling for Papa. "If you promise to not eat the fish, you can ride up in the cart with me."

Gnogglebolt:"Anyway…" Gnogglebolt straightens out, as if preparing to say something long. "As you know, the gang of Granch Redmaw was a gang of pickpockets and petty theives. What you don't know is what they were running on the side; they were supplying as of yet unidentified indivudals with corpses. Due to this and other evidence, namely actual living skeletons, we conclude the goblins were supplying necromancers."

Papa:"Woof woof!"

Sszeyl:Calling after him. "Nope! Mostly we expose the backs of our necks to each other!"

Jumpy Guard:"I knew they were no good!"

Gnogglebolt:"Now, my aquaintances and I are going to return to the goblins' former den and stakeout in wait for these individuals."

Gnogglebolt:"But, we don't know who they are, or how they usually approach the den."

Sszeyl:Outside the tavern. "Since I have no idea what you just said, Papa, hold still."

• Sszeyl picks up the dog, and puts him in the cart.

Maximillian Toris:"How curious," Max says to himself, and then begins to converse with his siblings in Draconic.

Gnogglebolt:"To this end, I am going to attempt to invoke the informant clause with the goblins; I will attempt to get information or aid out of them in return for reduced sentances for them."

• Papa is more used to this now, but still flails a little when his feet get close to the cart.

Liatai:Now, Sszeyl, I'm going to ask you. Heads or tails?

• Sszeyl hops in the cart, and starts singing song of joyful murder of theives translated to common again, while ushering Doug forward.

Sszeyl:« [Hmm.] = Invalid expression: [Hmm.]. »

Sszeyl: (( Heads. ))

Fat Man In Charge:"Fair enough…"

Sszeyl:Also.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 9 + 3 = 12 » Preform singing check.

Ghostwish is disconnected.

Liatai:As Sszeyl and cart roll along, they see some smoke billowing out into the road ahead.

Liatai:Does he investigate?

Gnogglebolt:"Note that this is actually eparate from their pretty crimes they will be charged with, that should be mitigated by their initial cooperation. It is their being accomplices to the necromancers that shall be mitigated. In addition, I have reason to believe most of them didn't actually know who they were supplying and why, and that they would not have done so if not for their leader."

Gnogglebolt:"But, I suppose all of this can wait for the trial itself."

Ghostwish has connected.

Jumpy Guard:"I knew that goblin was bad news…"

Gnogglebolt:"For now, I must speak with them again."

Ghostwish:That was odd.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt glances over to the guard. "Bugbear, actually. Granch Redmaw was a bugbear."

Fat Man In Charge:"He means Redmaw, not the captives, Rubus," the fat man growls.

Fat Man In Charge:"Take the gnome over to the goblins."

• Sszeyl stops singing…and thinks. I really don't care about the goings on of the city…but this is a wonderful oppertunity to see how they handle minor crises

Sszeyl: (( In short, yes he investigates. ))

Liatai:As he rounds the corner, he can see a market stall up in flames. A human is shouting for help, trying to beat out the flames with a blanket.

• Sszeyl hops out of the cart, and points at Papa. "Stay. If sunset rolls around before I get back, go find Terri, and have her and those brothers of her get this fish to the bear."

Papa:"Woof!"

Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 13 + 5 = 18 » Spot check for water sources.

Liatai:A woman stands nearby, echoing the call for help and ringing a bell.

Liatai:There is a horse trough a little farther down the street!

Jumpy Guard:"Erm. Yes, sir." The guard leads them to the goblins' cells.

• Sszeyl runs, like straight out runs for the trough.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 4 + 3 = 7 » Strength check to lift, « 1d20+2 = 12 + 2 = 14 » to balance it.

Liatai:Oof! That thing is slippery!

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt approaches the cells, glancing round to see if anything has changed since last time."

VAE:and back

• Maximillian Toris looks over Trofim's shoulder curiously.

• Sszeyl takes the time to get a very secure grip this time. « 1d20+3 = 15 + 3 = 18 »

Liatai:Eeeeeeee! :D

Liatai:I just found out I'm going to have a second cousin on the way! :D

Trofim:« 1d20 = 10 » Spot

Sszeyl:Congrats.

• Liatai bounces.

VAE:since it is SECOND cousin, congratz!

TMG:Sweet, Liatai! (and -knew- you couldn't be "squee"ing at the roll >.> )

Sszeyl:Speaking of.

TMG:(yeah. I totally know . )

TMG:*knew

Liatai:Second cousin as in child of a cousin, not second cousin total. XD

VAE:i know

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 19 + 2 = 21 »

VAE:that's why i am saying

Liatai:Ah, 'kay ^^

Sszeyl:Balance check.

VAE:less chance you will have to bother with him as it's more remote family

VAE:really small kids are no fun

Liatai:The trough lays 100 pounds, and the water sloshes… but you balance it easily on your shoulders.

VAE:what about trofim's spot?

Liatai:He spots Max's prying.

Trofim:Ah, what are you lookin' at?

• Sszeyl steadily walks to the site of burniation, and chucks the water onto it.

Trofim:Interested in true magic?

Liatai:Give me a d20 roll, Sszeyl.

Sszeyl:« 1d20 = 5 »

Sszeyl: (( D: ))

Sszeyl: (( D: ))

Sszeyl: (( D: ))

Sszeyl: (( D: ))

Sszeyl: (( D: ))

Sszeyl: (( D: ))

Liatai:SPLOOOSH!

Liatai:The fires sputter and waver, but they're still blazing.

Maximillian Toris:"I guess you could say that. More curious about what you're studying."

TMG:(and what does Gnogglebolt see upon looking at the goblin cells? >.> )

TMG:(Everything normal? Anything changed?)

Liatai:Most of the goblins are sleeping, but nothing's really changed.

Sszeyl: (( What is the ground like here? ))

Sszeyl: (( Cobbled or dirt? ))

Jumpy Guard:The guard clangs his sword against the bars of one cell. "Wake up. You've got visitors."

Liatai:Cobbled.

Sszeyl: (( Dang. ))

Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 12 + 5 = 17 » Spot checks for fire-extinquishing stuffs.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shrugs at finding the goblins mostly sleeping, and was about to call to them when the guard does it for him. Gnogglebolt winces and waits for the goblins to respond.

Liatai:As luck would have it, you spot another horse trough!

Sszeyl: (( I'm sensing an Attic of Hay moment here. ))

• Grapmak growls, and begins to snarl "What you want, guard?" He breaks off when he sees Gnogglebolt, though.

Liatai:(Sort of. It's a random encounter. :3)

• Sszeyl drops current trough and goes for new one. « 1d20+3 = 13 + 3 = 16 » Str. « 1d20+2 = 4 + 2 = 6 » Balance.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt holds up a hand and calls out in their native tongue.

Liatai:SPLOOSH! You are now a wet drow, but you've managed to salvage at least some of the water.

Ghostwish:brb, dinner

• Sszeyl chucks it at the fire.

Liatai:D20 time. :3

Sszeyl:« 1d20 = 9 »

Crang:One of the other goblins yells.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt takes a few steps closer, making sure all the goblins are awake and focused on him.

Sszeyl:"Pardon my inaccuracy with troughs of water!" He says to the man.

Irch:Another goblin snaps at the one that spoke.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt holds up both his hands, trying to get their attention as he speaks.

Male Merchant:"Just go get a blanket!"

• Drit pauses his idle whistling to listen.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt then starts on a mini-speech that he's probably known for to them by now

Sszeyl:"Blanket…" Runs for the cart, and fetches winter blanket out of backpack.

• Sszeyl then tries to smother fire.

Liatai:1d20!

Male Merchant:« 1d20 = 18 »

Sszeyl:« 1d20 = 11 »

Huzzah!

Liatai:Together, you've managed to smother the fire!

Male Merchant:The man falls back, coughing, trying to catch his breath.

• Sszeyl makes a note of blankets+fire=nofire.

Female Merchant:"Are you all right, Roderic?" The woman runs up… and then pauses, getting a good look at Sszeyl for the first time.

Male Merchant:The man also stares a little.

• Sszeyl backs up slightly. "I just came to help because you asked. Please don't get the stabbing impliments out."

Female Merchant:"Stabbing implements? Why would we do that? You just helped save our livelihood!"

Sszeyl: (( Oh no. I just changed his alignment to Good with this didn't I? ))

Liatai:Not unless you want it to change. XD

Male Merchant:"Thank you," the man says between coughs.

Sszeyl:"I've noticed a severe rise in people trying to stab me when they get a good look." Folds up blanket. "You're welcome."

• Drit whistles and clicks to himself.

VAE:i don't think that would change allignment so much .. especially if he was neutral

• Grapmak considers Gnogglebolt's words, then speaks.

TMG:actually… DM determines a character's alignment, in a way

VAE:i mean, in such situations there might even be a law that you are required to help…. besides a fire at this time was bloody dangerous

TMG:If a character consitently acts contrary to their alignment, the GM can change it. And a player can't change their character's alignment unless they "prove" it

VAE:even a lawful evil character would rush to help as HIS hut could be on fire within an hour if it wasn't stopped

VAE:i know that

TMG:yup, it depends on the motivations

Sszeyl:"Good day to you both." And starts off for the cart.

TMG:the question is, "why" did Sszeyl do it? That determines what "lignment" his actions are in. And then again, one action does not change one's aligment.

Female Merchant:"We won't forget this! Thank you!"

TMG:So, it's all left to the DM to keep track of

Liatai:Indeed. And, from what I've seen so far, Sszeyl is pretty firmly Lawful Neutral.

TMG:If he consitently acts in this manner, though, Liatai could say, "Okay, Sszeyl is now considered 'good'."

VAE:also trofim addressed the lookenspeeper

VAE:Sszeyl:Sszeyl hops back in the cart. "Tell me Papa, do I smell too much like smoke?"

TMG:Anyway, carry on ^^

Liatai:Though he may have just scored himself some discounts with some merchants in Castleton X3

• Grapmak looks pointedly at Nintrok.

• Nintrok shrinks back a little.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt listens to Grapmank, and replies.

Liatai:Trofim did? What did he say?

Liatai:I missed it somewhere ^^'

Trofim:Ah, what are you lookin' at?

Trofim:Interested in true magic?

Sszeyl:Just above the string of D .

Sszeyl:D:'s.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nodes, then holds up a finger and says something short.

Maximillian Toris:"I guess you could say that. I'm more curious about what you're studying."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt turns and heads back to the man in charge

Jumpy Guard:"What did they say?"

Sszeyl:"…You staring at me and panting is not an answer, by the way."

• Jumpy Guard follows the gnome and gnoll.

Sszeyl:"Not one that isn't horrifically creepy, anyway."

Gnogglebolt:"Still negotiating, but now I must ask your leader for something. I do not know if he'll agree."

• Papa sniffs at Sszeyl.

Trofim:Me and Beridze are trying to grasp and remember spells. Useful spells. To use later

• Papa licks Sszeyl's hand.

Trofim:Though , i also do my research in the book… i sometimes figure out new spells. Spells of true magic. That anyone can learn.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt heads over to the man. "Hello again. I am still in the process of negotiating, but now I must request something quite serious."

Maximillian Toris:"What kind of spells? I hope you don't mind my prying, magic's something of a passing interest of mine."

• Fat Man In Charge seems to be bracing himself. "What?"

Gnogglebolt:"I have spoken with the goblins, and it seems their necromancer 'customers' are used to being greeted by one of them upon entering their hideout."

Trofim:Heh… come and look… there's a lot of things one can do with true magic

• Maximillian Toris pulls up a chair.

Gnogglebolt:"I want the best chances possible to capture or eliminate these people, and it doesn't helpif they suspect their supplier has been compromised." Gnogglebolt takes a deep breath.

Sszeyl:"…Still not an answer I understand, but it'll do."

• Papa wuffs.

Gnogglebolt:"If any of them agree, I want to temporarily release one or two of the goblins and bring them with me to the stakeout."

Trofim:See? This here … these shapes… when i … think of them, and aim Beridze at someone… I can make them obey.

• Sszeyl ushers Doug back toward the gates.

Trofim:Like i did with some of the goblins back in the caves

Fat Man In Charge:"Temporarily release them?"

Trofim:Gnogglebolt could probably tell you

• Sszeyl also tosses blanket back onto backpack.

Jumpy Guard:The jumpy guard looks shocked.

Gnogglebolt:"Just one or two. Not all of them."

Maximillian Toris:"Make the shapes obey, or…?"

Ghostwish:mmmmmmmmm ribs

"rollme1d20+7" Unknown command. Try /help for a list of commands.

Trofim:No *laughs* … make them obey… anyone i aim Beridze at

Trofim:It's….

TMG:oh, there ya are, ghost ^^ was just starting to wonder if you had left or not.

Ghostwish:sorry

Maximillian Toris:"Ahh, like Command!"

Ghostwish:ribs ain't exactly keyboard food

Liatai:X3TMG:it's okay, I shoulda just checked the connections window…

Trofim:I power the spell, but… Beridze is the one who gives it shape

Liatai:Yum.

TMG:But, uh… Gnogglebolt just dropped the bombshell ^^;

Fat Man In Charge:The guard rubs the bridge of his nose.

Trofim:That's why we are friends… alone i could do true magic.. but Beridze helps me to a hundred times more than i can alone

Maximillian Toris:"Who's Beridze?"

Trofim:*taps the skull on the table next to him* This is Beridze

Sszeyl:Anything interesting on the way to the clearing?

Gnogglebolt:"I will, of course, take full responsibility for the actions of any of them who accompany me, as well as reimburse the bounty on them if there is an escape. But, I will say this, I do not expect such an event. They have been quite reasonable."

Liatai:Heads or tails?

• Maximillian Toris looks at the skull curiously. "…"

Sszeyl:Me?

Liatai:Yes, you.

Sszeyl:Heads.

TMG:(does Derish have anything to say about what gnogglebolt requested? >.> )

Sszeyl:If I say tails, Ghost will make a perverted joke.

Fat Man In Charge:"… You were right. It is a serious request." The fat man pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment.

VAE:i am quite sure Ghost will make a perverted joke no matter what

Liatai:It's an uneventful walk. ^^

Fat Man In Charge:"…"

Fat Man In Charge:"Very well. With one stipulation."

Gnogglebolt:"…I'm listening."

Fat Man In Charge:"One of my guardsmen will accompany you and the goblins."

Sszeyl:"Papa, can you go in and -polietly- tell Fuzzy I have his fish?" Points at the dog. "So help me if you make him cry again, I will not go hunting for any birds for you to snack on."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt blinks, then smiles. "Done. Even more backup for us."

Papa:*aw are you serious, man ;.; *

Papa:*Okay, fine.*

Ghostwish:brb

• Papa trots into the cave.

Gnogglebolt:"And now, I must go see if any of them are actually willing to be involved in such an operation…"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt heads back to the cells, holding up a hand to get the goblin's attention as he sees them.

Fat Man In Charge:"Very well. Tandric, follow him. Rubus, you stay here."

Jumpy Guard:The jumpy guard gulps.

Guard:A new guard follows them.

Grapmak:The goblins look up.

Gnogglebolt:Gnoglebolt starts talking when they're looking at him.

Maximillian Toris:"So, did you know Beridze before he was, er…?" The man seems to be fumbling for words.

Sszeyl:« 1d20 = 14 » Search check for any non-cave bodies of water.

Liatai:None that you can see out in the open.

• Papa returns, one sleepy-looking black bear in tow.

Trofim:Heh.. you mean before he was a skull? No… i met him when they threw me in jail for trying to show the lie-mages as what they are… well, that and breaking the nose of a town guard

Maximillian Toris:"You broke a guard's nose?" Max looks somewhat impressed.

• Sszeyl goes into the cart, and pulls out a good ten pounds of fish.

Fuzzy:* :O *

Fuzzy:* :O :O *

Fuzzy:Reflex save!

Trofim:Ahahah, yes… that was at the academy… they didn't want to admit me as they claimed i can't do magic.. so i conjured a bucket of water onto the imbecile's head

Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 17 + 3 = 20 »

Maximillian Toris:"You did — HA!" He breaks down laughing.

Ghostwish:back

Liatai:The goblins all look at Grapmak.

Liatai:— Oh!

Trofim:of course the "esteamed professors" didn't took it well, and called guards… and then a fight erupted.. the next thing i knew i was at the court

Liatai:Ghost, I should have asked you!

TMG:(so, derish never had anything to say about the big thing Gnogglebolt did awhile ago, ghots? >.> )

Trofim:six months! And it wasn't even a hand or a leg!

Liatai:Sszeyl left before everyone else. Did Barshal come along?

Sszeyl:Wb, btw.

Trofim:See, the lie-mages know not of true magi

Grapmak:Grapmak only says three words.

Trofim:Their magic works i guess, but it is weak

Reelo:The colorfully-garbed goblin yaps.

Ghostwish:Oh no, Barshal is off in the woods somewhere.

Trofim:It's hard to do it, and only few can do so… pure magic can do a lot more…

Fuzzy:You have avoided being knocked down by a hungry bear!

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt puts a hand over his mouth and looks down, taking a suddering breath—as if he was trying to supress a laugh. Fortunately, he was capable, and quickly regained composure.

Sszeyl:"You really enjoy that, don't you? Making me fear for my limbs."

Gnogglebolt:He then continues speaking.

Fuzzy:*I don't know what you're saying, but Ursa Major is this fish delicious*

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt suddenly gets very stern.

Trofim:It grants power over the living… over the undead too… but not through dark gods like some do it… no… this is the pure, true way

Sszeyl:How much can Fuzzy eat, and how quickly?

Trofim:And what is best, anyone can do it. - man , woman, child … even a dog - you know best, you have spent a lot more time with Papa than me

Liatai:Well… a ten-pound bag of fish.. at the rate of, say, two pounds per minute…

• Drit clicks amusedly to himself.

• Sszeyl searches again for non-cave bodies of water.

Sszeyl:"Papa, make sure Fuzzy doesn't eat Doug."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shrugs.

Papa:"Woof!"

Gnogglebolt:(and asks a question)

Sszeyl:« 1d20 = 13 »

Liatai:No luck.

Grapmak:The goblins pause and look at Grapmak.

Grapmak:Grapmak snaps out an order.

• Sszeyl comes back, and unloads another bag of fish, so Fuzzy isn't tempted to climb into the cart.

Liatai:The goblins all start clamoring.

Derish:Derish draws his longsword, and growls.

Sszeyl:"Okay, I evidently can't do it myself and keep feeding Fuzzy. Papa, could you go find some water?"

Derish:"What are they clamoring about!?"

Gnogglebolt:"Oy" Gnogglebolt presses his face to a hand."

• Nintrok finally speaks up calmly.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt glances over to Nintrok.

Papa:*Leave it to me!*

Papa:Survival check - « 1d20+10 = 8 + 10 = 18 »

• Papa comes back down the hill, wagging his tail.

Fuzzy:*OM NOM NOM SNARF*

• Grapmak is also facepalming.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt quickly says to Derish "No worries, it seemed more of them wanted the opportunity than I thought." Then he says something in their tongue, seemingly in response to Nintrok

• Grapmak nods.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt then adresses all of them.

Sszeyl:Gnogglebolt should bear in mind the advanced hostility Sszeyl had for Nintrok.

Sszeyl:Or risk some stabbity.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt rubs his chin and looked over each of the goblins, as if he was considering something.

Sszeyl:Gah, sorry. Obnoxious side coming out for want of tea.

• Maximillian Toris recovers from his laughing fit.

Sszeyl:*fetches some*

Trofim:Heh, so as i was sayin'

Trofim:I was sittin' in the cell… and there was this voice in my head

Trofim:it was quiet at first, … got louder each day

Trofim:i thought i am going mad… but no.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebol waves a hand again, speaking a few words.

Trofim:Eventually it got strong enough… i understood… i dug him out of the *bleep* in the corner of the cell

• Scrant looks up.

Trofim:Beridze… he once knew true magic too, like me… with him i discovered many new things

Trofim:how to kill rats with a touch, for example

Trofim:Ask Papa.. he ate some of them

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt hmms, then speaks again.

• Maximillian Toris whistles. "Quite a lesson to learn from a dead guy."

Trofim:Hah… dead… he's smarter than many those who walk

• Papa woofs at Sszeyl.

Ghostwish:brb

Trofim:But no fear.. once.. through the power of true magic i might make him walk once again!

TMG:…may I recheck the goblin list on the wiki, Liatai? ^^;

Faerie:(You know, I think I'm just going to disconnect. I have work to do, seriously, and I feel guilty for not contributing tonight.)

Liatai:Go right ahead!

Liatai:Ah, OK. See you later, Faerie. ^^

VAE:well, what can i say

VAE:the logs will be on the wiki

TMG:ah, was wondering why you were more quiet than usual…good luck, alex

Faerie:I'll be sure to read theb before the next session.

Faerie:If you really need me, I'll be lurking on IRC. Night.

Liatai:Yeah, hopefully, next session will be less talky. ^^'

Liatai:Night!

Faerie is disconnected.

Sszeyl:Back.

VAE:all sessions are .. either the players chat, or the characters do

Liatai:X3VAE:except the last IRL session i was on.. there everyone sketched

Maximillian Toris:"Wonder how a legless skull would walk. On his teeth? Hopping? Rolling?"

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks around the goblins again, then asks something.

Trofim:Ahahahha

• Sszeyl unloads another bag for the bear. Notices wuffing.

Trofim:Trofim laughs and slaps his forehead

Sszeyl:"Found something?"

• Slat looks at Drit.

• Drit nods.

Sszeyl:"Papa, one woof for yes, two for no. Can you speak with Doug?"

Ghostwish:I'm gonna have to go soon guys. :Sszeyl: (( >: ))

Papa:"Woof, woof."

Ghostwish:These sessions keep dragging on, longer and longer. XD

Liatai:Sorry XD

Sszeyl:"Dang."

TMG:ah, dang. Well, just about done with the goblins, then we can head off to the hideout…

Liatai:Yep, we're just about done. ^^

Trofim:No… of course not… True magic is powerful

TMG:(I dunno, I like the length. gets a lot of things done ^^ )

Ghostwish:Hopefully we'll get to that next session. XD

Ghostwish:Later!!!!

Ghostwish is disconnected.

Liatai:Later!

TMG:oh, leaving right now?

TMG:ah, damn

Liatai:I guess so. ^^'

TMG:Didn't think he was leaving right away…alright then.

Trofim:Once i figure how to tie the mind to the body…. making a body is easy

TMG:Carry on

• Papa bounces in the direction of the hill, looking back at Sszeyl.

• Sszeyl unloads two more bags for Fuzzy.

• Sszeyl then unhitches Doug, and leads the horse after Papa.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 16 + 1 = 17 »

Sszeyl:Charisma check.

Trofim:There's a few more to go *flips pages*

Horse:*snorts and follows*

• Brian Toris and Terri converse in Draconic at one of the far-away tables.

• Sszeyl sings LOUDLY of the joyful murder of thieves translated into Common.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt smiles, and says one word.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 10 + 2 = 12 »

Trofim:« 1d20 = 5 » listen

Trofim:Trofim is oblivious once again

• Papa leads the drow and horse up the hill, to where a small creek flows.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt then steps back from the cells, looking at the guard. He points to the robed Nintrok and the nine-fingered Slat.

Gnogglebolt:"Those two. Let them out."

• Sszeyl lets Doug go to see if he wants a drink.

Trofim:The case would have a clear culprit, that is if earwax wasn't opaque

Guard:The guard goes in, fetches the two goblins, and brings them out.

Liatai:XDHorse:« 1d2 = 1 »

Horse:The horse trots up to the creek and takes a drink.

• Papa also slurps up water, noisily."

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt rubs his hands as Nintrok and Slat emerge. "Well. Here it goes…" He says in common.

• Sszeyl looks up to determine how close to sunset it is.

• Grapmak says a few words in Goblin to the two.

Gnogglebolt:He then turns back to the other goblins. saying somethign quickly

• Nintrok nods to Grapmak.

Sszeyl:« 1d20 = 6 »

Liatai:The goblins mutter among themselves.

Sszeyl:Int check minus modifyer. He's only seen the sun regularly for a couple of months now.

Liatai:It's getting close. The sun is starting to brush the top of the trees.

Liatai:… ooh, wait.

Liatai:Int check.

Liatai:Roll again, Sszeyl.

Sszeyl:« 1d20 = 4 »

Liatai:Never mind, then. ^^'

• Dosemz says some ugly words to Nintrok that are probably best left untranslated.

• Nintrok ignores Dosemz.

Sszeyl:"…How much can you two drink? I need to get a quick bath to get this smoke smell off."

• Sszeyl realizes hes talking to animals. "I'm so terribly lonely."

• Papa steps back, licking his chops.

• Papa nudges Sszeyl and whines. Pet me? :3

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt loosk to derish, then Nintrok, then slat. He gestures with his hand, saying "Shall we?" Thought they might not know the words, the meaning should be clear.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 12 + 2 = 14 »

Sszeyl:Correct petting of dogs, check.

Papa:*Hey, you're getting better at that! :3*

Sszeyl:"Hey, I'm getting better at this."

Gnogglebolt:Leading the two goblins, Gnogglebolt passes by the man in changes. Gnogglebolt clears his throat tentativly.

Fat Man In Charge:The goblins follow you to the front desk, and the fat man looks up.

Gnogglebolt:"Ah, these are the two selected for the task."

• Fat Man In Charge inspects the goblins' faces. "Very well, and this man has been selected for the task." He jabs his quill pen in the jumpy guard's direction.

Fat Man In Charge:"Maybe he can learn something from you lot."

• Sszeyl looks to see if Doug is done drinking.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks to the man. "…Perhaps."

• Jumpy Guard does not look pleased about this in the slightest.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt then stops, and smacks his head. "Oh! I almost forgot! One moment, I need to go back to the goblins something. I'll try and make it quick." He then rushes back to the cells, leaving the others

• Horse starts grazing on grass.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt stands back in front of the cells, talking to the goblins quickly.

• Drit makes hand signs to Grapmak.

Sszeyl:"Papa, could you go make sure that glutton hasn't gone for my rations?"

Papa:*Leave it to me!*

• Papa trots off to check on the bear.

Sszeyl:"…I just sent a small animal after a larger, very hungry animal."

• Drit thinks, then signs to Grapmak.

• Sszeyl facepalms.

• Grapmak seems to be having trouble keeping a straight face.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt winces, but reponds.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 »

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt starts.

Sszeyl:Failed Charisma check on getting Doug off of chewing grass and back to the cart.

• Irch smacks Crang on the back of the head.

Horse:*snort*

VAE:hmm, will we be taking a lot longer?

Liatai:Hopefully not. Depends on how fast Gnogglebolt talks. X3

Sszeyl:"Sigh."

VAE:Talk gnogglebolt, Talk!

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt takes a sack out of his pack.

• Sszeyl takes out sling and a bullet. « 1d20+5 = 15 + 5 = 20 » Spot check on any local birds, or maybe woodland critters.

Scrant:The goblins' eyes light up.

Liatai:« 1d100 = 29 »

VAE:ooh! 100 types of bird?

Liatai:« 1d4 = 2 »

Liatai:A pair of beady eyes peeks out at you from a bush…

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt puts the sack away.

• Scrant might actually be drooling.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 2 + 1 = 3 »

Sszeyl:DxGnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt then leaves the cells.

Liatai:"CAW! CAW!" The crow flies away.

Sszeyl:"Demon bird."

Gnogglebolt:He rejoins the two other goblins and Derish. "Sorry about that."

• Jumpy Guard is hovering over the two goblins. Nintrok looks somewhat dubiously at the guard.

Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 3 + 5 = 8 » Spot check on any local birds, or maybe woodland critters.

Sszeyl:DxLiatai:Alas, your sling stone has frightened away any potential prey.

Gnogglebolt:"So, everyhting is in order here?" Gnogglebolt says, adressing everyone, including man in charge.

Gnogglebolt:He also repeats in Goblin.

• Sszeyl puts sling and pockets back in wrap.

Fat Man In Charge:"As far as I can see. How long do you plan to be away with the goblins?"

Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 18 + 1 = 19 » Cha check on horse again.

Gnogglebolt:"Several days, perhaps a week. however long it takes until we're sure no further 'cients' will arrive."

• Horse stops grazing, and snuffles at one of Sszeyl's long ears.

Gnogglebolt:"My allies have been gathering supplies the last few hours for this."

Fat Man In Charge:"Heh. You're in it for the long haul, Justinian."

Jumpy Guard:D:Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt eyes the guard, then shakes his head. "Right. Let us be off!"

Liatai:And off they go! To the city gates!

Gnogglebolt:As the beging walking Gnogglebolt talks to Nintrok and Slat

• Sszeyl leads Doug back to the cart, now very worried as to why Papa hasn't reported back yet.

• Papa is sleeping amidst the ruined sacks of fish.

• Sszeyl gets sai out, ready to use the pointy end.

• Fuzzy is omnomnomming another bag.

Jumpy Guard:"What are you telling them?!"

Sszeyl:"Typical."

Gnogglebolt:And then, Gnogglebolt launchs into a long (not roleplayed) conversation wiht Nintrok and Slat while the head to the gates

• Sszeyl puts sai back, and gets Doug's feeding bag.

• Papa blinks up at Sszeyl, smelling strongly of fish.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt then looks to the guard. "No worries, just telling them what we're going to b doing, and a few other things.

Sszeyl:"…That's it. When I get Doug situated, you're getting a bath too, mister."

Jumpy Guard:"'No worries,' he says. Right. Sure." The guard looks no less nervous.

Gnogglebolt:Everyone arrives at the gate?

Nintrok:Yes indeed!

Liatai:And let's leave off there.

TMG:And we meet the others at the gate?

TMG:ahTMG:alright then

VAE:good!

Meany:Aww.

Liatai:If we want to continue any individual roleplays, we can do it later in the week. ^^

Meany:Alrighty.

VAE:oh! nice!

VAE:maybe thursday

Liatai:Just like Sszeyl and the shopkeepers. :3

VAE:since we'll be all together

Liatai:Thursday's DnDMFA day. XD

VAE:yeah, but i mean, after

Meany:Hmm.

VAE:the thing is , Saph isn't as nocturnal as me

Liatai:Speaking of, eeeeeee. Can't wait!

VAE:and pulling until 3AM isn't much for him

Meany:VAE:so.. i guess we'll have to kick it at 00->01 AM GMT

VAE:which leaves some time

VAE:last week was exception as it was the endgame

Meany is disconnected.

VAE:and yeah, i can't wait either…. i will be coming in with Vlad.. .who then might end up as your group's employer… that is, if he and Tammy don't kill each other

Liatai:XDLiatai:Yeah, that is the critical factor! XD

VAE:that's always the critical factor

VAE:especially in Furrae

Liatai:X3TMG:hokay, I am finally done…

Liatai:If all else fails, Tamika might put up a bulletin board in the inn with adventure hooks.

VAE:ahhahaha

TMG:Coulda gone on for another hour or two, but okay x3

Liatai:A Help Wanted board for adventurers! XD

VAE:remember, the offer for goons, sold by dozen, still stands!

TMG:sooo…back to the IRC, all?

Liatai:Yep yep!

TMG:and got the log, Liatai?

Liatai:I got it.

VAE:i have

TMG:alllrighty

VAE:so, to the IRC!

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