Server started.
TMG has connected.
Faerie has connected.
MeanyOwl has connected.
Liatai:Is everyone on the map "On The Road Again?"
Faerie:Yeah.
Liatai:Good :3
Faerie:Going now to grab food though. Back soon.
Liatai:Okay!
MeanyOwl:Yo.
TMG:ah, there we go
MeanyOwl:»MeanyOwl:Anyone alive?
TMG:"Stayin' alive, I'm stayin' alive…"
GM:I live!
Ghostwish has connected.
TMG:and there's a Ghost
TMG:So! Who do we have :o
MeanyOwl:Yo.
Kor:"I. AM. CORNHOLIO!"
TMG:Oh bugger. Hope I updated the gnogglebolt sheet on the Swap…
TMG:Gimme a minute, folks…
TMG:…Wait a minute.
TMG:didn't…didn't we go to level 3? o.o
Liatai:We did.
TMG:Bugger.
TMG:…dang. None of my tokens even have updated HP…
TMG:wait…no one else looks like they have updated HP, either o.o
TMG:what's going on here?
Liatai:I don't know. I copied your tokens straight from the Blacksword Den map.
MeanyOwl:mine is updated
TMG:Hrm. Well, carry on, I gotta re-update my sheet
TMG:you have 12 hp at level 3, meany? o.o
Liatai:Focus on your skills.
Liatai:Yep. Drow, remember?
MeanyOwl:Had 8 until recently.
TMG:Oh, gotcha.
MeanyOwl:Starting hp for any character is 8, right?
TMG:er, no? o.o starting hp for any normal character is max number for their class hit dice'
TMG:but you didn't start with a class
MeanyOwl:Cool.
MeanyOwl:Was talking for spare char.
MeanyOwl:« 1d8 = 4 » « 1d8 = 6 »
MeanyOwl:Oooh, nice.
MeanyOwl:Those are hp rolls for Spirit Shaman.
TMG:Huh.
Liatai:Also, folks, feel free to move your characters around before the game starts to wherever they would be in the marching order. :3
Sszeyl:My cart. I'm pulling it.
TMG:wait a sec…. oh! xD
TMG:He heh/ My shee IS updated.
TMG:I forgot to change Tkr 2 to Tkr 3 xD
Liatai:Did you just forget to update the number of class levels? :P
Liatai:Ah XD
Liatai:I've done that before. Recently, with Kan. x3
MeanyOwl:Tech, you crazy. :P
MeanyOwl:What was the Worg Pup's name?
MeanyOwl:F-something.
Liatai:You want it in Common, or Goblin?
TMG:man, we starting so late today… >:Liatai:Goblin, it's Frozglek. Translated into Common, it's Iceclaw.
MeanyOwl:Hmm.
MeanyOwl:« 1d2 = 1 » Where 1 is goblin, 2 is common.
MeanyOwl::PLiatai:… What are you doing? :P
MeanyOwl:Rolling dice.
MeanyOwl:*shifty eyes*
TMG:Okay. I'm good, I'm ready
Liatai:Just waiting on Faerie. ^^
Liatai:Ow. It's so noisy outside today. >.o So many people slamming car doors and trying to fix a sputtering engine.
Faerie:Back now.
Faerie:I miss anything?
MeanyOwl:Yo.
Faerie:Or, you know, I could scroll up to find out. >.>
MeanyOwl:Nothing much.
GM:Nothing at all! Just pre-game talk. Everybody here?
- MeanyOwl gives Liatai earmuffs.
TMG:Present!
MeanyOwl:Yo.
Liatai:I have headphones. x3
GM:Ghostwish?
Ghostwish:MIIIINK! *pounce*
GM:That answers that. x3
GM:So, where were we last adventure… let me find the right page..
GM:Ah, yes. Our intrepid adventurers, who are starting to seem more like a more-or-less cohesive group by now, have just left the Blacksword goblin den, leaving behind the horrors that had taken up residence there.
GM:They did not leave without spoils, however; a selection of treasures are in Sszeyl's possession, and they found one of the necromancers they had been pursuing, at long last! And so, as the sun begins to sink in the sky (late afternoon), the party travels with their drow-drawn cart back to the city of Castleton…
Liatai:Take it away. :3
Sszeyl:"No no, if you don't keep your back muscles relaxed, you'll cramp up. Keep the tension in your upper arms, like this."
TMG:actually, rewind time a little…
Liatai:To what point?
Gnogglebolt:"hhm. Before we get under way, even with the necromancer carefully tied up, we should probably check any items on her in case there's something she can use"
MeanyOwl:Alex!
Liatai:Ahhh. x3 I see. Search check?
MeanyOwl:You're being poked in Baschat!
Sszeyl:"Hey hey! Stop running around in my blind spot!"
Faerie:Thanks. x3
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt carefully searches the necromancer woman head to toe, not taking any chances, Taking 20 on a search, 20+4 = 24
Tathi:Tathi walks quietly along, occasionally playing about with Kor.
GM:Gnogglebolt finds quite a few things on the necromancer; a sharp curved dagger, a few days' worth of rations, a pouch containing several round black shiny stones, and three rolls of parchment bearing arcane writing.
GM:Also, 50 GP.
Gnogglebolt:"Hrm." He recognizes that the parchment must be magical, haing seen his sister with them every now and then, but he couldn't discern them for his life.
Gnogglebolt:"Miss Tathi?"
Tathi:"Yes?" She says, looking up.
Gnogglebolt:He holds out the rolls of parchement. "I suspect these writings to be mystical in nature. You could do more with them than any of us, I reckon." He looks forward to Sszeyl and Elros. "Unless there are any objections?"
Tathi:"Ah yes, let's have a look see, shall we?" She says, taking the parchment and peering at it carefully.
Liatai:Spellcraft check… oh, and what were Tathi's prohibited schools again?
Tathi:Necromancy and Illusion.
Liatai:-5 on this check, then.
Liatai:Or you could use Read Magic.
Tathi:« 1d20+10 = 8 + 10 = 18 » for spellcraft! But that's after adding a -5.
Liatai:Ouch! Still not quite enough. If only the spell wasn't what it was, you would have nailed it… x3
Sszeyl:"Less talking, more walking."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt holds up the dagger he found with an "Aha. This is something that would be dangerous if she kept…" He puts it in his pack, for the moment.
Gnogglebolt:As for the stones and fifty gold, he looks to Sszeyl. "Mind carrying these?"
Sszeyl:"Sure, just bring it up."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt walks forward and hands it all over.
- Sszeyl places it in the folds of his wrap.
Sszeyl:"Dang, used up all but two of my holding folds."
Gnogglebolt:"And remember, if the goblin woman says 'Stop', be sure to do so immediately and knock out whoever woke up, the necromancer or Trofim…"
Gnogglebolt:"Just a reminder."
Sszeyl:"Righto."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt falls back in line as the strange procession continues.
- Sszeyl continues pushing the cart.
Sszeyl: (( Alex? You still here? :o)) ))
Ghostwish:When may Tathi attempt to identify the scroll again?
GM:The trek is peaceful; likely a welcome rest from the chaos of the den. The goblins remain fairly quiet throughout the whole walk, but some of the goblin children ask quite a lot of questions.
TMG:Ooh, that sounds like fun :3
Liatai:She can attempt to identify the other two scrolls now, but the first one will have to wait until the next day to be attempted again.
Faerie:((Sorry, distracted by eating noms, and stuff. >.>))
Tathi:« 1d20+10 = 14 + 10 = 24 » for spellcraft on the next scroll!
Liatai:It's mainly questions like "who's that?" "Where are we going?" "Why is the darkling pulling the cart?"
Liatai:Huzzah! Success! :D
TMG:They are asking in Common or Goblin?
TMG:(I presume Goblin >.> )
Liatai:Unsurprisingly, considering it was in a necromancer's possession, the scroll contains the spell Animate Dead.
Liatai:Yes, in Goblin. x3
Tathi:"Tathi wrinkles up her nose at the scroll, pocketing it, and then trying for the next one. « 1d20+10 = 3 + 10 = 13 » for spellcraft!
Liatai:No luck on that one.
Tathi:"Blast it.." Tathi mutters, in elven.
- Sszeyl replies in Elven. "Something going on back there?"
Gnogglebolt:As the goblin children ask their questions, Gnogglebolt did his best to answer them carefully, like "You're going to a new home! But there will be lots of people there." and, "Because the drow is strong." Whatever their questions are, Gnogglebolt always glances back to old Shukek to make sure his answers are okay with the elder.
TMG:(not in whispers? >.> )
TMG:Oh, um…
TMG:Actually.
Faerie:At least three of us have Elven as language. >.>
TMG:It, uh….-is- possible, right this moment, to do the multi-whisper thing. But it's not very ideal, I plan to work on it >.>
Liatai:Yeah… Gnogglebolt's the only one who doesn't out of the active PCs. x3
TMG:It seems someone else made their own macros for it and posted them. I'm planning to reverse-engineer it, but for now, as a patch job…
TMG:shall I bring it on?
TMG:*in
Tathi:"Magic and scrolls and trouble." She replies simply.
MeanyOwl:I'd rather not.
TMG:No? Really? :B
- Old Shukek is watchful, paying attention to the gnome's statements, but also keeping an eye on the five warriors in the back of the line. Some of them have rather blank looks on their faces, like their brains are trying to keep up with the many things that have happened today.
Liatai:Yeah, we're fine without it for now. And I'd rather not delay any more by trying to teach people something new mid-game. :P
TMG:actually, that's the whole point of a macro. No teaching needed. :B
TMG:Press a button and it happens. :B
Liatai:Tech. The others have said no. We'll look at the macro later. :B
TMG:Okay, okay!
Ghostwish:I'm all for the macro, actually.
- Liatai facedesks. XD
TMG:It's alright, a good point is made, let's just get on with it x3
TMG:Though, do at least say what language you're speaking in if not Common, guys :B
GM:Anyone have anything else to discuss on the road?
Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 9 + 5 = 14 » Spot check!
Sszeyl:For birds in the area.
Liatai:You spy something in the brush.
Ghostwish:Not I!
TMG:I'm good.
Sszeyl:"Elros, hold the fort for a minute, I spy a snack."
- Elros holds up.
- Sszeyl ducks out from under the harness and…
Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 14 + 1 = 15 » Sling stone away! For « 1d4 = 3 » Damage!
Liatai:SQUAWK!
Liatai:Thud.
Liatai:« 1d4 = 2 »
Liatai:You hit a robin!
- Sszeyl snatches it from the ground, heads back to Trak, and gestures giving it to the pup, then heads back to the front.
- Trak and Frozglek look at the robin, then at Shukek and Grizzlemaw.
- Grizzlemaw picks at the bird, then nudges it to the pup.
- Frozglek wags his tail submissively then goes to town on the bird; it's gone in two snaps, feathers and all.
TMG:(By the way. Ghost.)
TMG:(Enter information into your token properties :U
Liatai:« 1d20+3 = 10 + 3 = 13 »
Liatai:« 1d20+3 = 7 + 3 = 10 »
Liatai:Carry on. :3
TMG:o.o
Ghostwish:Stop peeking at my token you lecherous pervert!!!
Liatai:Fatigue checks on two individuals. Carry on.
Faerie:o.o
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt just keeps walking with the group as they make their way back to Castleton. Not much to do or say :B
Gnogglebolt:Except answer the questions of the children
Guard:Until you get to the city gate, that is. Spot checks as you approach?
Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 5 + 5 = 10 » Spot check!
Gnogglebolt:Spot: « 1d20 = 5 »
Faerie:One sec
Tathi:« 1d20+1 = 12 + 1 = 13 » spot!
Elros:spot « 1d20+8 = 10 + 8 = 18 »
TMG:Go half-elf. x3
Guard:Those of you who rolled over 10 - You are treated to a rather amusing scene as the guards switch between panic and relief quickly over a span of ten seconds. "DROW!! — Oh wait, it's the goblin-catchers. — WITH A WORG!! — and wait, they've got some goblins in the cart —"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt was busy actually setting his pocketwatch :B
Sszeyl:"How amusing."
Gnogglebolt:"Eh?" Gnogglebolt looks up.
Guard:"H-hail, citizens. What is this?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt heads to the front as they walk up to the gate. "Business, essentially."
- Elros is amused.
Tathi:Tathi just rolls her eyes. "Humans.." She mutters in her native tongue. « 1d20+2 = 18 + 2 = 20 » bluff check.
- Old Shukek looks up at the guard impassively from atop his worg.
Guard 1:Another guard narrows her eyes at Tathi's statement.
Liatai:Where do people go first once they're in the city? :3
Ghostwish:Be there a center of arcane study, mayhaps? :D
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks up to Sszeyl as they head in.
Sszeyl:"Yes, Gnogglebolt?"
Guard:"… Why was that drow pulling the cart?" one guard asks in a whisper to another.
Guard 1:"Beats me. Well, that's one use for the creatures."
Gnogglebolt:"Sszeyl, I think I shall need to take the children, the elder, and the pregnant woman to the apartment I have already found first. I'm not sure how the holding cell guards will react if I tell them not -all- of the goblins are going with the Redmaw group.
TMG:(Who heard that? >.> )
Liatai:You can roll Listen checks if you want.
Gnogglebolt:Listen Check: « 1d20+2 = 17 + 2 = 19 »
Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 18 + 5 = 23 » Listen check!
Liatai:Oh snap. x3
TMG:shall I presume gnogglebolt rolled high enough?
Tathi:« 1d20+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 » listen!
Ghostwish:"WHAT?"
Liatai:Yep. Tathi sure didn't, though. XD
TMG:*snrk* The rat was easting lunch in her ear? :3
TMG:*eating
Faerie:Tathi is deaf! D:Liatai:What about Elros?
Elros:« 1d20+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 » listen
- Sszeyl eyetwitches.
Elros:Elros is, apparently, deaf as well.
Sszeyl:"Sure. And afterward, will you be searching for an available house for them?"
Guard 1:"Those adventurers have one right idea, at least, using their drow as a pack animal."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt stops, and makes sure to catch the eye of the guards.
Gnogglebolt:And they are treated to a very nasty Gnome stare.
Guard:"Shhh!"
- Sszeyl raps Gnogglebolt on the head.
Gnogglebolt:"Compassion
Gnogglebolt:erp
Gnogglebolt:"Compassion, honored keepers of the law."
Sszeyl:"No agitating the local police force."
Gnogglebolt:He then turns and continues on. "Just keep walking, Sszeyl…"
Sszeyl:"I don't want our new friend's house set fire to."
Guard 1:The guard lifts her visor, revealing green eyes and slightly pointed ears, returning the glare.
- Sszeyl shows off his pointed teeth.
Guard:"Let it go," the other one says, pulling Guard 1 back to her post.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt gives Sszeyl an odd look. "Well, things absolutely should not get that bad."
Tathi:Tathi only gives the guard of elven heritage a passing glance. She's apparently seen one too many half-elves to be bothered with it.
Gnogglebolt:As they continue walking through the streets, Gnogglebolt continues thinking.
Ghostwish:Arcane centers of study? :O
Liatai:There's a whole arcane district. ^^
Sszeyl:"They shouldn't get that bad, but they will."
Tathi:Tathi looks to the rest of the group. "Well, do you have a planned meeting location afer this whole mess is done?"
Gnogglebolt:"Actually, I'm starting to have second thoughts. I'm starting to think we should go to the holding cells first, and trust honesty to make sure the children and elder are not taken in. I don't think I can get them to their house without anyone noticing."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks to Tathi. "Well, we seem to like the Bronze Boot establishment, near that tower…" Gogglebolt points.
Sszeyl:"If you need a distraction, just ask."
Gnogglebolt:"No no, that will just make things worse…ah well. To the holding cells first it is. Let us deposit all of our cargo."
Gnogglebolt:"Or, the majority of it."
Sszeyl:Still no one notices the ring? 8|
Gnogglebolt:As they approach the holding cells, Gnogglebolt does make sure the goblins are divided into two groups; the ones to stay with the Swiftaxes, and the ones to go to the apartment.
Gnogglebolt:It should be quite an obvious categorization. Five able-bodied goblins, and then three child goblins, a pregant female, and an elder.
Tathi:"Well, if you don't mind having a wayward wizard along, I'll meet you there." She says, and then looks to Sszeyl.
- Sszeyl winks.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt tilts a head at Tathi. "I must admit to disliking magical aid, but perhaps you can be useful. Very well."
Tathi:"You, on the other hand, should come and see me at the arcane library." She says in elven, replying to the wink with an exasperated roll of her eyes.
TMG:whoa, what the o.o
Liatai:Commence the vworping?
TMG:why did the necromancer woman—oh
TMG:trofim's getting dropped off, too >.>
Liatai:Trofim's already on the map. ^^
Faerie:I should think, unless we plan to lug around a body.
Sszeyl: (( In other news. Kevendithas now has a token. » ))
Tathi:She heads off to the library, to start her studies.
Liatai:*vworpvworpvworp*
Sszeyl:"Hello, everyone. How's Pudge?"
Elros:Elros stays with Gnogglebolt and the group, in case they need help.
- Fat Guard In Charge laughs.
Fat Guard In Charge:"Surprisingly less bitey. He's still difficult, but at least he's not throwing things at us anymore!"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shrugs. "Well, I suppose that's good news…"
- Griz clings to Grunch and asks questions in Goblin.
Sszeyl:Need ownership of Sszeyl.
Griz says in Goblin: "Where are you going, pa? Why do you have to go here?"
Gnogglebolt:"Now, as I told you last time I was here, I have some more goblins to add to the ones already in the temporary holding.
Gnogglebolt:"Actually, hold that thought."
Liatai:There you go!
Sszeyl:Thankee. :D
Gnogglebolt:He walks near, but not up to the goblins, listening to what is being said very carefully."
- Grunch replies.
Grunch says in Goblin: "It's something we warriors have to do, Griz. For the tribe. You're not a warrior yet, so you need to stay with Shukek and stay out of trouble."
- Griz wrinkles his nose and speaks back.
Griz says in Goblin: "It stinks of humans…"
Grunch says in Goblin: "It'll be okay. Now promise me you'll stay with Shukek."
- Griz nods.
Fat Guard In Charge:"Everything all right back there?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt also speaks u behind the goblins.
Sszeyl:"Negotiations, methinks."
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "ANd I promise you won't be -here- long. This is the temporary holding area, not the real jail, no one stays here long. And I also promise you are -not- going to the real jail."
Fat Guard In Charge:"… Is that a worg?"
Sszeyl:"He's a gentledog. Don't worry."
Gnogglebolt:Gnoglebolt turns around. "Not quite negotiations, just reassurance. And yes, that is a worg. Tamed too, it seems."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt heads up to the counter. "Anyway, as I told you last time I was here, I was bringing a few more goblins in."
Fat Guard In Charge:"That's more than I expected…"
Gnogglebolt:"Something about the two tribes merging, as well. But, there is something else. And actually, it won't be more than you expected."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt points out the first group. "Only they are staying here."
Ghostwish:brb!
Gnogglebolt:"The others are not."
- Fat Guard In Charge breathes a sigh of relief. "That's good. We don't have worg pens here."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods. "That, too."
Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 19 + 5 = 24 » Spot check!
Liatai:On what?
Sszeyl:On anything interesting going on.
- Justinian Rubus is sneaking around the corner and peeking out at you all, but that's about it. :B
Gnogglebolt:"But yes. The children, the elder, and the pregnant female are noncombatants, and they haven't done anything wrong. I couldn't keep them with the others if I tried, not to mention they would be unlikely to survive."
Gnogglebolt:"So, that's the story behind that."
Gnogglebolt:"Also…"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt backs up and stands next to trofim's unconcious body. "It seems our friend here got….well, very drunk. Raving, highly agressive, the works. I don't suppose you could keep him for a night to sober him up?"
Fat Guard In Charge:"Hah! Started celebrating a little too early, did he?"
Gnogglebolt:"You could say that."
Fat Guard In Charge:"Justinian, stop skulking and take that man over to the drunk tank."
- Justinian Rubus jumps, then runs over and starts helping take Trofim to the holding cell.
Gnogglebolt:Finally, Gnogglebolt stands next to the woman behind Trofim.
Gnogglebolt:"And this woman."
Justinian Rubus:"Is also drunk?"
Gnogglebolt:"You will have to transport her to your actual high-security keeps. This is a necromancer."
- Fat Guard In Charge whistles.
Fat Guard In Charge:"Caught one?"
Gnogglebolt:"As unlikely as it was, yes. We managed to capture her alive."
Gnogglebolt:"I suspect she knows about more necromancers, but for now, I leave her to you."
Fat Guard In Charge:"We'll contact the Palm about that."
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 12 + 4 = 16 » Knowledge Religion check.
Sszeyl:On the Palm. :B
Gnogglebolt:"While there is precedent to make a deal with a lesser criminal to catch a greater criminal, I do not know how you deal with equal criminals, especially with a crime as heinous a necromancy."
Sszeyl:"Bah."
Gnogglebolt:"So I do not know if you will try to offer her any leniency to get her to say what she knows. Like said, I leave this to you, though I may visit later."
Liatai:Easy success. You know that the Aureate Palm is one of the most prestigious holy knight organizations in the whole of Akellon, with a branch office here in Castleton. You have heard a few stories of their exploits, as well.
Sszeyl:"You, Justinian. Could you explain why Necromancy is illegal in this country?"
Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 20 + 3 = 23 » Diplomacy check!
Sszeyl::DGnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt gives a sideways glance to Sszeyl. "I could tell you that."
Fat Guard In Charge:"That's up to the Palm to decide, though if we hear anything from them… I take it you may have an interest in hunting down some of these other necromancers?"
Gnogglebolt:"Indeed."
Sszeyl:"You have enough on your plate. Go, eat some goblins."
Fat Guard In Charge:"Do you have a… what?"
Gnogglebolt:"I think we do have a few more leads, but every bit of information helps."
Fat Guard In Charge:"Eat?"
Ghostwish:back! Reading up..
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt gives another odd look to Sszeyl.
Sszeyl:"Turn of phrase. :B"
- Sszeyl pokes Justinian.
Fat Guard In Charge:"… Anyway. Do any of you have a permanent address? We can send any information we get from the Palm along to you through the post."
Gnogglebolt:"Ah…sadly, no."
Ghostwish:Caught up. ^_^
- Justinian Rubus jumps. "… Why necromancy is illegal? You really have to ask that?"
Fat Guard In Charge:"Hrrm."
Tathi:And who comes strolling in but Tathi, who looks about before spotting the group and strolling over.
Sszeyl:"In my country, it is not illegal."
Gnogglebolt:"In fact, I've been sending letter home to my parents in Mazio with the location fo where I was at the -time-. I imagine, if I actually stay in one place long enough, I'm going to have a whole bag of mail on my doorstep."
- Faerie (is just gonna afk for a few minutes. As much as he's been here. >.>;)
Sszeyl: (( Seeya. :o ))
Gnogglebolt:"I can do the same here. However, I don't think we're leaving for some time, many things to do in the city.
Justinian Rubus:"Because it keeps people from resting properly in their graves! It's just not right! You're denying someone's eternal soul the rest that they deserve; doing crimes in life is one thing, but disturbing someone's everlasting rest?! Inexcusable!"
Gnogglebolt:"The Palm will likely reach some conclusion or another while we're still in the city."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt also nods along to what Justinian says.
Sszeyl:"Ah, but if they are disturbed to help the living? Perhaps by finding the cause of their own death?"
Justinian Rubus:"… Granted, technically, animating the dead is illegal. The school of necromancy itself isn't, as far as I know."
Sszeyl:"Oh, a miscommunication then."
Gnogglebolt:"It is a great desecration, an unholy mockery, Sszeyl. Yes, perhaps things are different where you come from, but that's the way it is here—" Gnogglebolt suddenly cust off.
Gnogglebolt:now THAT was something he didn't know.
Justinian Rubus:"I'm just a guard, I'm not a mage knight! You'd need to ask someone with more of a background in magic…"
Sszeyl:"Understood."
Tathi:"Like me." Tathi says as she comes up to the group.
Gnogglebolt:His sister never took to giving him lessons in magic,not like he would have ever accepted. He rubs his chin, absorbing this new information.
Sszeyl:"For the record, my government is less concerned with that is holy, and more with what is useful."
Sszeyl:what*
Gnogglebolt:He then waves a hand. "Anyway. Shall we move the goblins into their temporary cells with the others?"
Tathi:"That would be a drastic change from the last regime to be in charge.."
Gnogglebolt:*to the man in charge
Justinian Rubus:"— Wait, wait." The guard grabs the drow's arm and tries to gesture to him to come over toward him clandestinely.
Fat Guard In Charge:"Of course."
Sszeyl:"Yes?"
- Justinian Rubus looks left and right, then starts muttering to Sszeyl.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt goes over to the goblins, saying something short to them. presumably, they've been saying their goodbyes for the moment.
Tathi:« 1d20+1 = 7 + 1 = 8 » listen! :}
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "Alright, it is time to separate. But I promise, you will all see each other again. At worst, maybe a month from now, maybe three months. And that's if I cannot secure visitation priviliges for you."
TMG:who's Tathi listening to?
- Old Shukek nods, and the goblins separate into two groups.
TMG:Gnogglebolt or Sszeyl/Justinian
Ghostwish:Gnogglebolt is making no effort to be quiet. ;)
Ghostwish:So that leaves… :P
TMG:falright
TMG:alright
Gnogglebolt:"Grapmak?" Gnogglebolt says as he heads around the back.
- Grapmak looks up.
Gnogglebolt:"I have them. They're here."
Krunk:Spot - « 1d20+3 = 10 + 3 = 13 »
Drit:Spot - « 1d20+5 = 6 + 5 = 11 »
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt allows the former Blacksword goblins to step into view
- Krunk breaks from the group and tries to hide behind a guard.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks at Krunk, asking a question.
- Dosemz scowls at the Blacksword goblins.
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "What are you doing?"
- Krunk peeks at the cell Grapmak is in, and replies quickly, looking rather frightened.
Gnogglebolt:He alaso gives a glance at Dosemz. "Remember what I told you, Dosemz. I've heard you've been behaving yourselrelativelyso do keep it up."
Sszeyl: (( Danman lives! ))
Krunk says in Goblin: "That one! I didn't think he was still alive! He should be dead! What is he doing here?!"
TMG:Perfect time for the "drunk" to wake up :3
Liatai:Indeed. XD
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt frowns, coninuing to talk to the hiding goblin.
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "What? What is wrong with Drit?"
- Krunk replies in a frightened whisper.
Krunk says in Goblin: "What's wrong is that he's alive! He should be dead! I slit his throat myself!"
TMG:(I knew it xD )
MeanyOwl:Question.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt's eyes go wide for a moment at this, before he takes a deep breath.
Drayco has connected.
MeanyOwl:Where's the section of character creation which shows how many bonus languages a char can learn?
MeanyOwl:Also, yo Drayco.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt speaks in a low, calm voice to Krunk.
Liatai:Automatic languages + 1 for each point of Int modifier + up to however many ranks you can have in a cross-class skill.
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "That is a past crime. The point of this tribe merge is that you put aside what happened before and work together."
Liatai:Unless you're a bard or Speak Language is a class skill.
MeanyOwl:Bweheheheh.
Drayco:Meany: Racial + Int Modifier.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt then reaches out and takes hold of Krunk's arm, and gently, but -firmly-, starts pulling him into view, all the while holding Krunk with a level gaze
MeanyOwl:Three bonus languages then. :3
Krunk says in Goblin: "Oh, I'M willing to put it behind me, but is — AUGH NO NO WHAT ARE YOU DOING"
Gnogglebolt:*gently and slowly
- Drit 's ears prick up.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt keeps talking.
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "Calm down. Stop it."
Gnogglebolt:He then looks into the cage. "Grapmak? Translate drit for me?"
- Kranik rolls her eyes at Krunk's actions. Sheesh. If you're going to face death, at least do it in a dignified way.
Gnogglebolt:He then looks through the bars at Drit, speaking in the goblin tongue still.
Grapmak:"Translate. Yes."
- Drit is still wearing the mask, but he seems to be wearing something akin to Sszeyl's icepick look.
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "Drit? You do remember that the point of this merge is to forgive all past transgressions because of your respective leaders who were controlling you at the time, and now you will work together?"
- Drit nods almost absentmindedly, eyes still locked on Krunk, who is trying to hide behind Gnogglebolt.
TMG:Hmm. If Tathi is approaching, sending last line said
Drayco:Audience token?
Liatai:Oh, sure, one sec.
TMG:map and vision enforced?
- Grunch glares back at Dosemz through the bars. >:(
TMG:…we waiting on anything?
- Dosemz glares at the goblins in general. >:(
Liatai:Nope, just on you. x3
TMG:uh, Gnogglebolt's waiting for Drit to sign something o.o
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglwebolt speaks up again.
Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 8 + 3 = 11 » Sense motive check!
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "Drit? Please answer. Everyone on both sides said they would only merge if no one started any problems."
- Drit signs. "Me? Start problems? Surely you're mistaken, Garlspawn. I didn't start this."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt sighs.
- Krunk whispers to Gnogglebolt.
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "Krunk is afraid you want revenge."
Krunk says in Goblin: "Is he spellcasting?! Maglubiyet, I didn't think he was a spellcaster —!!"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks back at Krunk, speaking calmly.
- Drit gives a little hiss-laugh at Krunk's comment and signs to Grapmak.
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "No no, no spells. It's just hand-speech."
Drit signs in Drow Sign Language: "Grapmak, do me a favor and translate this in Common."
- Drit frowns and signs to Gnogglebolt. "Now why did you do that? I was going to let him think I could turn him to cinders."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt smacks his forehead.
- Drit signs. "Now I've got to think of a different way to get back at him… more's the pity."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt frowns.
Gnogglebolt:*Gnogglebolt frowns, saying somethign else
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "Drit. This is not going to work unless you forgive each other. I am sure Krunk is sorry, right?" He looks back to Krunk as he says this.
- Krunk remains silent, but does peek out from behind Gnogglebolt and give a weak smile. Drit does not look impressed.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt continues.
Sszeyl:Doo doo dee doo.
- Drit signs. "Torture is not so easily forgiven, Garlspawn. Surely, even you know this. I can't guarantee that this road won't be rockier than an avalanche, and I can't say that we will ever be on anything close to good terms. But."
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "Both your tribes have killed members of each other in the past. This is being forgiven so that you all might work together. Don't let this get personal."
- Drit signs, looking at Grapmak. "If the tribe leader commands me to not kill him, I will not. Duty to the tribe comes before personal feelings, after all."
TMG:Gnogglebolt nods.
- Grapmak nods.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods.
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "I'm not saying you have to be -friends-, but you at least cannot be trying to harm each other."
Sszeyl: (( Liatai stretched a bit thin? :P ))
Grapmak says in Goblin: "The only way this will work is if we don't start killing each other right away. Don't kill him."
TMG:Sorry, this is about over, I think ^^;
- Drit signs. "There, you see? Simple."
- Justinian Rubus is waiting for Sszeyl's next statement. His Int's not that high. :B
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods again. "Good." He turns to the guard. "Alright, start sorting them into the cells, but just for now, to be safe, don't put this one—" He points to Krunk, "In that cell." He points to the one Drit is in.
Gnogglebolt:He also notices Tathi has been here. "Oh, hello."
Gnogglebolt:"I guess you've got the gist of what's going on, now?"
Justinian Rubus:"Same difference!" Justinian snaps.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt heads back out to the front
Gnogglebolt:he notices Justinian and Sszeyl still talking, and wanders over.
- Sszeyl spies this happening.
Justinian Rubus:"Citizen or not, everyone is entitled to the same protection under law!"
Justinian Rubus:"— Whether they're dead or alive!"
Sszeyl:"The dead are dead! Their rights are at the dictation of the living until they can speak for themselves again."
Gnogglebolt:"Ah, sszeyl…"
Gnogglebolt:"And that is where you will find we are different."
- Justinian Rubus looks relieved at Gnogglebolt's intrusion into the conversation.
Gnogglebolt:"So it doesn't make sense to you, but it doesn't have to. It's just what we do."
Old Shukek:"When you're done talking theology, shall we go? Some of us haven't eaten in at least a day," Shukek says from the other side of the room.
Gnogglebolt:"Oh, yes." Gnogglebolt says.
Sszeyl:"I told you those rations were perfectly good!"
- Fat Guard In Charge and the other guards start a little, staring at the old goblin. Shukek doesn't seem ruffled.
TMG:(is alex present, or did he go afk? )
Sszeyl:"So, how was pudgey?"
Sszeyl:"I can see you, Pudge! Hello! :D"
Dosemz:*grump*
Gnogglebolt:"Erm…if you mean Dosemz, he's still grumpy, but at least he isn't ourtight troublesome anymore."
Faerie:(Sorry, I'm…kinda here >.>)
TMG:(no worries, just wondering)
Gnogglebolt:"Right then…" Gnogglebolt looks up to the others.
Faerie:(Just gonna potty for a moment, then back. >.>)
Gnogglebolt:"I have a few errands to run, mostly getting these goblins to their new home and getting someone to watch over them. After I do that, shall we meet in the Bronze Boot to discuss what we shall do next?"
Tathi:"Sounds like a plan."
Gnogglebolt:"You all can also go around and take care of anything you need to in the city as well."
Sszeyl:"Sure. I have to go by the library for a bit, though."
Sszeyl:"Feel free to use my cart."
Liatai:Mind if I vworp people to the arcane district street where the library is? :3
Ghostwish:go for it. :>
Sszeyl:"Just don't steal anything."
Liatai:Huge map incoming!
Liatai:The goblin elder, children, and pregnant woman are dropped off at the rented house without problems… meanwhile, Gnogglebolt's search will likely lead him to the arcane district, Sszeyl has errands at the library, Tathi… well, Tathi can find something… :B And Elros can, as well.
Sszeyl:Tathi is also going to the library, methinks.
Sszeyl:What with the meeting going on.
Sszeyl:Curse you, fog of war!
Liatai:Hm. It shoule be clearing…
TMG:still loading…not even halfway… o.o
Ghostwish:Whar be the library? :>
Liatai:I did warn you it was a huge map… x3
Liatai:Click on doors, you'll find it. :D
Sszeyl:The building directly to your right, Ghost.
Sszeyl:Red alert!
Sszeyl:Red alert!
Sszeyl:Elven cleric at the fountain. :O
- Tathi heads into the library.
Elven Cleric:« 1d20+3 = 10 + 3 = 13 »
- Elven Cleric pointedly does not look at the drow.
Liatai:The library smells quite clean and somewhat dry, with the smell of book-binding glue and old paper overriding any scent laid down by the people cleaning the place.
Sszeyl:"Smells just like home. :o"
Liatai:An elderly gnome, two humans, and a teeny earth elemental browse the stacks.
Tathi:Tathi heads straight for the back.
Library Patron:A burly human sits in the corner in the back of the library, nose buried in a thick book in Common on wood carving.
Liatai:How's the map coming along, Tech? >:* Sszeyl keeps voice hushed due to library setting. "Why Miss Tathi, what a wonder finding you here."
Tathi:"Mm hm." Tathi says off-handedly as she looks through a tome. "Do you know why I believed your story, Sszeyl?"
TMG:aha
TMG:finally loaded
TMG:chatsplosion o.o
Liatai:Sorry ^^'
Sszeyl:"Not a clue."
Gnogglebolt:The rented apartment Gnogglebolt dropped the goblins off at also has a small yard/pen for the worgs to be in. Gnogglebolt also left them instructions not to open the door for anyone but him or city guards, and if city guards, then to cooperate with anything they say, and ask to for the Mazian gnome Gnogglebolt.
Tathi:She looks to him, her gaze level. "Because you didn't attack again. Normally, you drow will fight yourselves to exhaustion, or worse, out-right anniliation. But this time, you scored a.." She says, and grimaces a bit, ".. major strategic victory, but did not press it. We were confused as to why. Some say you are biding your time. Others say civil war. I suppose that is a lot closer to the truth than the cave-in theory."
Liatai:Faerie, why are you poking the teeny earth elemental? :P
Gnogglebolt:And now, Gnogglebolt borrows a map of the city, and finds where one of the general nonmagical universities are
Elros:Elros hmms. Should probably pick up a bedroll, if there's going to be so much sleeping in caves.
Gnogglebolt:(presumably, there was some stand in the market district selling maps, and he only needed to glance at one)
Liatai:Gather Information check for Gnoggleobolt!
Faerie:Liatai: I what now? o.o
Liatai:Gnoggle O'Bolt. Suddenly he turned Irish. :B
Sszeyl:"To be fair, more than a few of our roads have fallen into disrepair. What with our population being cut down a few pegs."
Gnogglebolt:gather information to look at a map? o.o Alright… GI: « 1d20+3 = 12 + 3 = 15 »
Liatai:Ah. I saw you clicking on the map and making a pointer; it just so happened to be where there was an earth elemental inside a building. x3
Liatai:And Tech, not for the map, for what Gnogglebolt might find at his destination. :3
Gnogglebolt:…okay? o.o
Gnogglebolt:I'd kinda prefer to roleplay that out, but…
Gnogglebolt:whatever you say…
Liatai:Don't worry, roleplay will come. :3
Tathi:She looks back to the tome, seemingly flipping through it. "And there are yet more who would rather strike a devastating blow agianst those who burned my homeland, unknowing that said denomination no longer holds power." She says, before looking back to the drow. "How would you go about informing them their quarry no longer breathes, before the suffering begins?"
Faerie:Is there still some excess vision blocking on? >.>
Liatai:While Elros is exploring, is there anything that catches his eye he'd like to know about?
Faerie:Just curious, since like, I'm only seeing in this dore a sliver going to the left.
Gnogglebolt:So, Gnogglebolt approaches the first university that caught his eye on the map he looked at…once inside, he heads for the information desk.
Faerie:*door
Liatai:First off, that's a window. :P
Liatai:Second, is that better?
Faerie:Alright, fine. :P
Liatai:If you're not sure what something is, click. :D
Faerie:…oh. x3
Liatai:There are a ton of clickable things on this map. :D
Faerie:I was like "Well of course it's a door, what else would it be? …oh."
Sszeyl:"Asking the deities presiding over death seems to be the easiest way. But to do so requires extremely powerful magics, I'm told. Do these persons have the means to scry the past?"
- Elros looks to see if he can spot a general store, first off, to stock up on one or two things.
Receptionist:A halfling peeks over the desk at Gnogglebolt. "Oh! Hello there. What can I do for you?"
Liatai:There are several general stores around. What would he like to buy?
Gnogglebolt:"Hello there." Gnogglebolt says, smiling pleasantly. "I am curious, does this center of learning have anyone specializing in cultural studies or anthropology?"
Tathi:Tathi tilts her head slightly. "An interesting line of thought.. but wholly futile. They are not investigating at all, drow. They are arming, and preparing."
Receptionist:"Of course! Cultural anthropology is one of the fields of study we offer at this academy. Is there a particular culture you're interested in? Dwarven? Elven? Gnoll? Raptoran? Catfolk seem to be a popular choice for people to ask about lately…"
- Elros is looking to buy a bedroll, for starters. And maybe some more trail rations. Replenishing odds and ends.
Liatai:He can find them easily. :3
Gnogglebolt:"I am actually not so much interested in the cultures themselves as those who study them…but may I have a list of those who speak the Goblin tongue?" He then adds, "I can't imagine that would be a very long list."
Liatai:There are no general stores on this map in particular, but we can assume they're around. x3
Receptionist:"Er… Goblin?"
Gnogglebolt:"Indeed."
Receptionist:The halfling peers at Gnogglebolt and adjusts her spectacles.
Gnogglebolt:"Yes, I know it is a strange request."
Gnogglebolt:"Some very strange things have happened to me in the last week."
Receptionist:"From a gnome? Yeah, really strange."
- Faerie can't see in here. Will assume!
Shaman:"Well hello. Welcome."
- Elros has, apparently, accidentally walked into a fortune teller.
Liatai:Click the doors. X3
Shaman:"Lost?"
Sszeyl: (( Did Elros just go in Zeroni's shop? ))
- Elros wonders if this the plot-relevant/genre-savvy fortune teller, or the vague sort you have in real life.
Faerie::PLiatai:x3Gnogglebolt:"So…are there any anthropologists who know that language? And if so, who are they?"
Sszeyl:"If they are so focused, the best plan would be to sow doubt."
Liatai:You'll have to seeeee…
Sszeyl:"To tell them Lolth is dead and gone, and that Orgolloyss presides instead."
Receptionist:"… Well, now I'm curious! Could I ask why you're looking, first?"
Gnogglebolt:"Ah…let's just say I may have a job for them, and it requires both sensetivity and that tongue."
Liatai:The fortune-teller's shop smells heavily of bay and sandalwood incense.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt wonders idly about how news spreads in Castleton in the last week.
Receptionist:"You want Chirehan, then."
Gnogglebolt:(Just an internal thought x3 )
Elros:"A little bit lost, I suppose. Though, I'd imagine you could tell, hm?"
Gnogglebolt:"Ah, thank you. May I meet with him?"
Tathi:"I do not see how truth is doubt.. although I suppose I could imagine you are referencing the fact they will not believe you." She says, looking back to the book and slowly shaking her head.. "Which, if they do not.. would bode even worse for your people's future."
Gnogglebolt:"Or her, as it might be?"
Receptionist:"He; Ezekiel Chrirehan, human with glasses and a red ponytail. And I'm sure he'd talk to you if you can find him. He's spending the day at the library in the arcane district. Trying to decide on what his next big project is. Sounds like you might have a lead for him!"
Sszeyl:"Perhaps then, they should go and see for themselves."
- Sszeyl steps closer.
Gnogglebolt:"Hmm, perhaps I do. Library in the arcane district, you say? Thank you very much." Gnogglebolt bows and says goodbye
Tathi:"Possibly. How would you convince them to do that?"
Shaman:The woman chuckles. "Maybe I can help you find what you're looking for. Do you want your directions first, or would you care for a glimpse at the future or past before you go on your way?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt then goes to…wherever this library is :B
Gnogglebolt:(is it on the map?)
Liatai:You can find it on this map. :3
- Sszeyl whispers. "The mark upon my shoulder is a passport. Any who have such a mark may pass into the Drow-held areas of the Girn Mountains unmolested."
Gnogglebolt:Oh, there it is x3
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt sees the sign for the library, appreciates the many languages the sign is in, and steps through the doors.
Gnomish Librarian:« 1d20+5 = 8 + 5 = 13 »
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks around the library, and spots a man matching the description he was given.
TMG:wait, actually
Studious Man:Indeed you do, browsing the shelves with a light frown. He hasn't noticed you.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebol;t looks through the library, looking for a man matching the description he was given…and almost passes an aisle, then does a doubel-take and looks back in
Elros:"Ah, I've had quite enough past, thank you very much. But, why not, what do I have to look out for now?"
Gnogglebolt:He notices a man sorting through books…a fellow Gnome/
- Gnomish Librarian also has a look of mild surprise on his face. "You're a new face!"
Tathi:She quirks an eyebrow. "That is a way into the drow stronghold.. but I doubt that will convince them."
Shaman:"Cross my palm with silver, and I'll see what I can unearth for you."
Sszeyl:"Sometimes one must see to believe."
Gnogglebolt:"And you're one I look for every now and then." Gnogglebolt says, in typical gnome roundaboutness, his face brightening up. This is the first gnome he's seen in Castleton.
Sszeyl:"The temples of Lolth are ruined, or turned to monastaries for the Orgolloyss."
- Teeny Earth Elemental looks between the two gnomes, then scuttles out of the way. Eep, don't mind me o.o
Tathi:"You're missing the question, Sszeyl. How will you convince them to come?"
Elros:Elros takes out a silver piece, and lays it on the Shaman's open hand?
- Faerie doesn't know what the practice is for this sort of thing. >.>
Gnomish Librarian:The gnomish librarian hops off the ladder he had been using to shelve books, beaming. "Wick Silverscript's the name! Or part of it, of course! Care to share a name or two in return, stranger?"
Gnogglebolt:"Of course.Gnogglebolt Sparkgear, from Mazio."
- Shaman takes the silver piece. "That'll do. Come in, take a seat. Anything in particular you're looking for?"
Gnogglebolt:"I must say, it makes me glad to see another gnome in Akellon. I've only seen three before in my travels so far, and none here in Castleton yet."
Elwick Silverscript:"Well, I'd hope there are more where you come from. Else I'd have to rewrite one of my novels." The gnome laughs. "So, Mazian, eh?"
Sszeyl:"I am a member of Orgolloyss. Of the government of my people. It is my mission to go forth, and from the races of the aboveground, find a new government to replace the Orgolloyss. The easiest way I can see, would be to go, and tell them that they are dead. …There is one thing I know of, but it is a secret which may enrage even you."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt also laughs lightheartedly as well. "Indeed. I'm traveling through this country for several reasons, but one…side project, if you will, is to find as many Kellonite gnomes as possible."
Elros:Elros hmms. "I don't know. What's the greatest danger I need to worry about>"
Elros:"And also, where is the general store?"
Faerie:*about?
Shaman:The shaman takes out a deck of cards and shuffles them. "The greatest danger…"
Gnogglebolt:"And, now, here you are. I am usually on the move, but might I have your address, in case I should ever like to send a letter to you?"
Shaman:"Very strange. You have a convoluted destiny, Elros Saelean."
Gnogglebolt:"I do wish I could stay and talk, but I have other immediate errands at the moment."
Tathi:She quirks an eyebrow.. "A secret that would enrage even me? I wonder what you mean by that. I thought public opinion had me labeled as arrogant, not level-headed."
Elwick Silverscript:"Certainly, certainly!" The gnome gets out a piece of paper and starts to write. "Any letters on their way to the library will find their way to me, of course, but here you are. Tell me, do you read much?"
Sszeyl:"Perhaps your kind remember the sight of Drow, days before the fire. Uprooting seedlings, saplings, and collecting seeds from all the trees they could?"
Gnogglebolt:"Indeed I do, though I haven't had as much time for it in my recent travels."
Elros:"Convoluted now? What do you mean?"
Gnogglebolt:"But any chance I get, I love to find a good book and absorb its information."
Shaman:"I see three dangers… one white as death, one blazing gold, and one of deepest black."
Tathi:Her eyes widen. "What? Why!?"
- Elros blinks
Elwick Silverscript:"Hah! Well, if you find the time, I am a writer! I'll put a few of my books' titles on here, too. Now, do you have an address you can give me in return, Gnogglebolt Sparkgear of Mazio?"
Shaman:"A dragon's eyes are upon you and your companions, as are those from beyond the grave. Beware the steadily growing spider's web, and beware the mist that carries blood. That's all I can read."
Gnogglebolt:"Ah, as I said, I am always on the move. Not even my parents own letters have caught up with me yet. But, if you every should like to contact my parents, here is where they live…" Gnogglebolt writes down an address as well, and swaps with Elwick
Gnogglebolt:"Just mention that Gnogglebolt met you."
Elwick Silverscript:"Wonderful! Do you think they might be willing to share some details of Mazian history?"
Gnogglebolt:"Absolutely! My mother is a teacher herself."
Elwick Silverscript:"Fantastic! I'll have to snap off a letter to them, then."
Gnogglebolt:"Your welcome, and thank you, Elder Silverscript." Gnogglebolt says, practically beaming.
Sszeyl:"The general of the attacking army told your defeated leader before she left him, or was it a her?, to die in the fire that your forest would burn at the Drow's leisure for ages. They took those young trees to plant in Ezzebek…Despite her death, the Order did plant them to keep the trees from dying, as they could not bring them back, and nor would they want to, given our difficulties. But if some of your fellows recognize the wood from your trees…" The drow brings out one of his sai, and offers the weapon, wood hilt first.
Elwick Silverscript:"No trouble at all, young maester Sparkgear! Safe travels to you."
Elros:"Mmhmm. I'll keep that in mind." He sounds…a bit disbelieving, or maybe just distracted. "And the general store?"
- Shaman gives directions to the nearest one.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt eaves, and continues looking around the library, almost smiling with gnommish giddynes."
Gnogglebolt:*waves
Gnogglebolt:After looking around some more, he does spot a man matching the decription given to him by the university receptionist.
- Teeny Earth Elemental scuttles back down the aisle. Gnomes done talking, yes yes? I can keep doing the work, yes? :3
- Studious Man still hasn't noticed you, scanning the books on the shelves.
Gnogglebolt:"Chrirehan? Ezekiel Chrirehan?" Gnogglebolt says as he approaches, a strange smile still tugging at the corners of his mouth
Tathi:Tathi's eyes widen even further as she looks down, inspecting the hilts.
Zeke Chirehan:The man turns around, looking around. "Who asks?" Then he looks down. "…?"
Gnogglebolt:"Ah, hello." Gnogglebolt says, clearing his throat and straightening out his face.
Gnogglebolt:"You are a scholar at the nearby university, yes? A studier of cultures?"
Sszeyl:brb
- Elros thanks the smaman, and goes to search for it, pondering a bit what she said.
Zeke Chirehan:"I am. Who are you? A student?"
Gnogglebolt:"Not exactly. I am Gnogglebolt Sparkgear, from the land of Mazio. Might we find somewhere to sit down and talk?"
Liatai:The general store isn't on this map, so we can just assume Elros found what he was looking for.
Ghostwish:the hilts, be they true?
Zeke Chirehan:"Mazio?" An odd look crosses the man's face, and he replaces the book he was holding on the shelf. "… There's nothing wrong with talking here. What does a Mazian want with me?"
Liatai:The hilts be true.
Gnogglebolt:"Oh, nothing I suppose. As for what I want, well, I may have a job or proposition for you, if you are interested."
Zeke Chirehan:The man looks quite sternly down at Gnogglebolt. "That would depend on what this 'job' is."
Gnogglebolt:"Hmm". Gnogglebolt rubs his chin. The demeanor of this man didn't seem promising. "Well, I understand you can speak the tongue of the goblins, yes?"
Liatai:Gnogglebolt, roll Sense Motive. >.>
Gnogglebolt:Sense Motive: « 1d20 = 10 »
TMG:Crud.
Zeke Chirehan:"Goblin? I'm passably familiar with the tongue," he says, still looking skeptical… but this is easy to tell. It's the mention of Mazio that seems to have set the man on edge.
Tathi:Tathi looks furious as a crimson flush comes to her face, if just for a moment.. but seems to regain her composure. "That.. would not bode well at all with many.." She says, crossing her arms as her face slowly returns to its normal coloration. "But I suppose what you say makes sense." She says, looking to the drow again. "So what will you do? If nothing is done, they will attack, and I can tell it won't be a direct assualt either."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt tilts his head, but continues speaking. "Well, then it would stand to reason that if you are a studier of cultures, and you know the goblin tongue, then you would study goblin cultures. Am I correct?"
Ghostwish:brb, making me some dinner. :>
Liatai:Faerie, if you're around, would you like Elros to do more city exploring while the others talk, or…?
- Elros erm…finds a general store.
Elros:>.>
- Faerie doesn't really know what Elros would be doing other than stocking up on supplies. :B
Zeke Chirehan:"Why don't you just get to the point. What is it a Mazian wants with me? If you're trying to get to the Clawing Wind lands through me, you're out of luck, I'll tell you that up-front."
Ghostwish:my, what perfect timing.. Tathi and Sszeyl having a nice little, plot-dooming chat, and now i have go start getting supper ready. You know what that means, don't you you evil DM you? >:)
Liatai:Noooooo XD
Liatai:My plate is full! XD
Sszeyl:"Orgolloyss has no need of trees. We have fuel for our fires already, and quite frankly horn makes for better bows than wood. If they would listen. I would tell them the trees have thrived. And they would merely need to bring them back to the surface to replant. But before any of that. I would need to know who these people are, and where."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt takes a stape back. "Ah…do pardon me? Clawing Wind lands? What on earth are you talking about?"
Liatai:I can have her bury her nose in a book, though.
- Zeke Chirehan blinks.
Gnogglebolt:*step
Ghostwish:well, lemme make this one last post then
Zeke Chirehan:"… The last one of you to approach me said the same thing. Then he sabotaged my work. So cut to the chase, Mazian."
Tathi:She brightens considerably at that prospect, and nods a bit. "In that case, I shall have to go and find them. Not at all difficult, considering how they have been near begging me to join." She says, and then promptly takes off, just like that.
Gnogglebolt:"Wait, there was another Mazian here? Who? When?"
Ghostwish:and away I go. Have fun fellas. ;)
Ghostwish is disconnected.
Sszeyl:I hope she remembers that she needs the passport to get the trees.
Zeke Chirehan:"Not here, on the plains."
- Sszeyl checks this shelf of books. :o
Gnogglebolt:"And he sabotaged your…" Gnogglebolt's eyes widen. "Oh dear." Gnogglebolt looks down, rubbing his forehead. "Well, if I ever catch my countryman who has made my current task difficult, I will have some stern words for them, believe you me. But anyway."
Zeke Chirehan:"… Though the fact that you don't know where the Clawing Wind lands are is a good sign. Anyway."
Gnogglebolt:"I assure you, I have nothing to do with whatever these Clawing Winds of, I have no interest in land."
Gnogglebolt:*Clawing Winds are
Gnogglebolt:"But, if you please, can you answer my erlier question/ DO you study any goblin cultures?"
Gnogglebolt:*earlier
Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 2 + 2 = 4 » Search check for finding a simple Common to Goblin dictionary.
Sszeyl:D:Zeke Chirehan:"I study so-called 'monstrous' cultures, yes. I have not yet had the chance to observe a goblinoid culture in a participant manner, unfortunately, but I have had contact with them and have negotiated between them and the Winds before…" The man looks somewhat more relieved by Gnogglebolt's statements.
Liatai:You're looking in the history section, anyway, Sszeyl. :P
Liatai:You could ask a librarian, or search another stack?
Sszeyl:"Excuse me, are you a librarian here?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods. "Would you like an opportunity to interact with a tribe of goblins on a close and daily basis?"
Gnogglebolt:"…Albiet a tribe that has gone through a rather major upheaval, but still."
- Elwick Silverscript looks up… and up… and blinks.
- Zeke Chirehan quickly kneels to get down to Gnogglebolt's level.
Zeke Chirehan:"Participant observation of a goblin tribe? A goblin tribe that wouldn't mind a human walking among them?"
Gnogglebolt:"Indeed."
Elwick Silverscript:"… I am. What are you looking for?" The gnome is slowly stepping back and edging away from the drow.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt did lean back ever so slightly when the tall-legs kneeled down
Sszeyl:"A goblin to common dictionary."
Zeke Chirehan:"Tell me more." :D
TMG:(does Gnogglebolt hear the voices on the other side of the bookshelf? >.>)
Liatai:Listen check. x3
Gnogglebolt:Listen: « 1d20+2 = 15 + 2 = 17 »
Liatai:He does.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt puts up a fingler. "Hold that thought for one moment."
Elwick Silverscript:"… The language section is on the far wall over there."
Gnogglebolt:He then starts pushing a few books aside until there's a peephole through the shelf.
Gnogglebolt:"Ah, Elder Silverscript? He's a friend."
- Zeke Chirehan looks mildly confused and a little disappointed.
Sszeyl: (( Which far wall? ))
- Elwick Silverscript looks over through the shelf and raises an eyebrow.
Liatai:The eastern wall.
Elros:Elros is curious to know where Gnogglebolt is. Or a forrest. A forrest would be nice. But he supposes that'll come later. For now, Gnogglebolt.
Sszeyl:Still no one notices the ring? :P
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt keeps peeking through. "Yes, we have been working together recently. He's not like other drow, so I'm told. A little pushy every now and then, but he won't hurt you."
Elwick Silverscript:"… Will wonders never cease. I'll have to put this in my next novel. A drow and a gnome, friends? How did this mystery come about?"
TMG:(that's the second or thrid time you've mentioned it. What ring? DX )
Sszeyl:The magic ring Sszeyl found and is now wearing.
Sszeyl:GM, got the ring description? :>
TMG:Eh.
Liatai:A silver ring set with an iridescent opal.
Liatai:Though there are more important things going on than drow bling at the moment. x3
Gnogglebolt:"Through a serious of fortuitous circumstances, it seems." Gnogglebolt replies, and carefully sets the book back
Gnogglebolt:He then steps back to Ezekiel
Sszeyl:"I went after my landlord's drinking buddy who had been robbed by goblins. He tagged along."
Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 20 + 2 = 22 » Search check.
Sszeyl::DLibrary Patron:*keeps reading, blissfully unaware of the goings on. That must be one good book.*
Liatai:You find one!
Gnogglebolt:"Anyway. Perhaps you heard a bit of news a week ago. A group of adventurers or bounty hunters paraded a line of goblins through the streets of Castleton a week ago?"
Sszeyl:"Hello again. What process do you have for lending books?"
Zeke Chirehan:"I've only been in town a week or so, so no, I haven't."
Zeke Chirehan:"Would I be correct in assuming you were one of the adventurers?"
Gnogglebolt:"You would indeed."
Gnogglebolt:"It's a very complex situation, so give me some time to explain it all,"
Elwick Silverscript:"Over this way. You can keep the book for two weeks, and then you'll have to renew it."
Gnogglebolt:"But I need someone who watch over goblins for me."
Elwick Silverscript:"Here we are. Sign here, and here, if you would, please."
- Sszeyl signs.
Gnogglebolt:"You see, we brought in a first group of goblins. They were of a theiving, pickpocketing tribe."
Gnogglebolt:"I and others happend to be hit by them, and we ventured to their den to clean them out. I didn't like the idea of death as the punishment for mere pikcpockets, so I convinced my companions to take them alive."
Elwick Silverscript:"There you are! The book is yours for two weeks. If you need it for longer, come back and renew it."
Sszeyl:"Thank you. :D"
- Sszeyl trots off to the Zairith's shop.
Gnogglebolt:"I conviced the goblins to cooperate by promising that, at their trial, they would get reduced sentances if they behave, with the end result being that once their sentance is completed, they are free."
Elwick Silverscript:"If you don't renew it, there is a fine for late books of five copper pieces every two days."
TMG:(oh, did Elros ever ask the fortune teller where Gnogglebolt is? >.> )
Sszeyl:"Right."
Sszeyl:"Hey, Elros. :D"
TMG:(cuz I remember Elros saying he wanted to find Gnogglebolt—ah. nevermind. xD )
Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 13 + 2 = 15 » Search check for finding Zairith's shop. :D
Gnogglebolt:"Thought another series of events, we were accosted by yet another goblin tribe."
Liatai:Hang on, Sszeyl.
Gnogglebolt:"Unfortunately, many of them died this time."
Gnogglebolt:"And so, the remaining members of the second goblin tribe, the able-bodied ones, were placed in the temporary holds with the first goblins, while the noncombatants from their den are now residing in a house here in the city."
Gnogglebolt:"The two tribes are merging for mutual survival."
- Zeke Chirehan nods, listening.
- Elros notices Sszeyl rush past him. He had been headed over that way as he had been curious to see the library. Partly because he figured Gnogglebolt would be there, and partly because they seemed to be elf-friendly. "Oh, hello. Could you tell me, is Gnogglebolt in there?"
Gnogglebolt:"But now, here is where you come in. They are goblins. While the have proven unusually rational enough to accept the deals I've been making with them, which proves they are capable of adjusting to a more…civilized lifestyle, they still need someone to guide and teach them."
Gnogglebolt:"And furthermore, they will almost certainly be looked down upon by the normal citizenry. They need someone to stand up for them."
Gnogglebolt:"I wish I could do this myself. I don't like not finishing things I started."
Gnogglebolt:"But alas, I have other things I must do. So, I need someone versed in goblin culture who can stay with them in my stead, and help them get on their feet."
Gnogglebolt:"And in return, you get to learn about them."
Gnogglebolt:"Are you interested?"
TMG:(meany! DX )
TMG:(You didn't answer alex! )
Sszeyl:"Yep!"
TMG:There we go. x3
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Interested? Does a dragon lay eggs?"
Gnogglebolt:"I shall take that as a yes. Do you want to go meet them?"
Elros:"Ah, I thought he might be. I didn't see anything on fire, so my next guess was library."
Gnogglebolt:*er
Gnogglebolt:*Shall we go meet them now?
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt suddenly and inexplcably sneezes. :P
Faerie:(Yes, that was an offhand insult to Gnogglebolt's crafting, after that beach episode. :P)
Ezekiel Chirehan:"I have a few bits of research I need to complete here first… I should brush up on my Goblin…"
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Would meeting sometime around sunset or tomorrow be fine?"
Gnogglebolt:"That…hmm."
Liatai:Note: sunset is in about two hours. :B
Gnogglebolt:"Ah, that will be acceptable if it is after sunset. I'd rather not leave it to tomorrow, however."
Sszeyl:And my search check?
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Fair enough. Where shall I meet you and this mysterious urban goblin tribe?"
Gnogglebolt:"Bceuase there are several goblins staying in a house, and they are the defenseless and alone ones."
Gnogglebolt:"Hmm."
Gnogglebolt:"Perhaps let us meet directly at the house itself." Gnogglebolt jots down the address to the apartment in the Market district
Liatai:You have the address, so it should be easy to find, Sszeyl. :3 Meany, if you could kindly go to the Ebonwood Curiosity Shop map?
Liatai:Anyone going with Sszeyl can hop over there, too. I just don't want to force a change and force people to reload this map. XD
Sszeyl:Is it closed? :o
Liatai:Try the door.
- Ezekiel Chirehan accepts the paper. "Around sunset, then."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt bows. "Indeed. I shall see you then."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt starts to head out, and sees Elros.
Sszeyl:"Hello. :D"
Rusal Ebonwood:"Welcome — Young Terror? What are you doing here?"
Gnogglebolt:"Oh, hello there, Elros! What brings you here?"
Sszeyl:"Stopping by to give you the bad news."
Sszeyl:"Or rather, to give Zairith the bad news."
Sszeyl:"Where is he?"
- LiNeer watches Sszeyl suspiciously.
Rusal Ebonwood:"In good time, young Terror. Would you lock the door?"
- Sszeyl locks the door.
TMG:(still around, Alex? >.> )
Zairith:The half-elf behind the counter removes an earring from his ear, and his skin quickly darkens in color as his hair lightens. Green eyes change to red, and simple shopkeeper's robes turn into Zairith's normal wizard's robes. "Now. What is this about bad news?"
Elros:Al, Gnogglebolt. I thought you might be here. I had no more errands to run, and besides, I thought they might have something interesting in elven.
Sszeyl:"We have bad news on two fronts."
Sszeyl:"The minor and the major."
Faerie:Erm…can we say Elros had an uneventful trip to a general store, and picked up a couple things?
Zairith:"Speak."
Liatai:Yes indeed.
Sszeyl:"Trofim's in jail again."
Zairith:"Again?"
Sszeyl:"That's the minor."
Sszeyl:"Yes."
Gnogglebolt:"Well, I'm heading back to the Bronze Boot to wait for everyone else to arrive."
- Zairith pinches the bridge of his nose and shuts his eyes as though he has a headache. "What did he do this time?"
Faerie:I mean, to RP it would be "Hai, I can has stuff?" "Yes, for monies." *give monies* *get stuff*
Liatai:x3Sszeyl:"Stole a corpse from a necromancer, then refused to dispell it when the next of kin demanded so."
Zairith:"Stole a corpse…?"
Elros:"Ah, would you mind if I accompany you? I could go for some proper food anyway."
Sszeyl:"Said corpse was an undead at the time."
TMG:(wonder if Sszeyl's going to clarify that's why he was brought -down-, and the jail thinks he's in for being drunk >.> )
Zairith:"Stole in what way?"
Gnogglebolt:"Indeed…actually, one moment, and we shall go."
Zairith:"Bodily picked it up?"
Sszeyl:"He did some magic, and suddenly it was listening to his commands."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt walks over to Elwick. "Elder Silverscript?"
Zairith:"… hmmm. This is disconcerting. He's growing stronger."
Elwick Silverscript:"Yes, young maester Sparkgear?"
Sszeyl:"Oh, you want disconcerting? We haven't even hit the major problem yet."
Gnogglebolt:"It seems that I will, for the first time in over a week, have a chance to sit down and read again. I'd like to check out a few books."
Elwick Silverscript:The gnome's aged face brightens. "Certainly, certainly!"
Gnogglebolt:"I would like a book on the Halfling language, and I believe I heard you mention you wrote a story about Mazio?"
Elwick Silverscript:"Ahh, yes. Third in the Lantern Keepers series. I believe we have copies of them around…" And the gnome darts off down the aisles, collecting books.
Elwick Silverscript:"Here you are! The first and second books are here, too, if you would like them. To get a better feel for the characters and setting."
Zairith:"Speak, then."
Sszeyl:"There is an attack planned on Ezzebek."
Zairith:"There are always attacks planned on Ezzebek. By who?"
Gnogglebolt:"Thank you very much." Gnogglebolt says, fishing out some coins. "How much for the lot?"
Sszeyl:"Wood Elves."
- Elwick Silverscript chuckles. "Young maester Sparkgear, you do know this is a library?"
Elwick Silverscript:"Just two signatures is all I need."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt tilts his head. "No charge for renting?"
Gnogglebolt:"Ah, of course."
Zairith:"Wood elves."
Gnogglebolt:"Very well then…" Gnogglebolt signs whatever Elwick offers.
Liatai:The gnome repeats the renting policies he told Sszeyl to Gnogglebolt (I'm flipping between maps, so please don't mind me. x3)
TMG:(sorry xD )
TMG:Is the map Sszeyl's on the same as the bronze boot?
TMG:If so, I'm heading there now ^^
Liatai:Nope, but if Elros and Gnogglebolt want to head there, it's the Castleton - Bronze Boot Area map. :3
Gnogglebolt:With his books in hand, Gnogglebolt passes by Elros. "Alright, I'm ready. SHall we head to the Bronze Boot now?"
Zairith:"And how did you come across this knowledge?"
Sszeyl:"One of their recruits told me as such."
Zairith:"One of their recruits?" The half-drow arches an eyebrow.
Zairith:"… Perhaps you had best start from the beginning. What has happened today to bring about such bad tidings?"
Elros:"Yes then, off we go."
- Sszeyl recounts the day to Zairith. :O
Sszeyl:No detail is spared.
TMG:alright, switching to Bronze Boot…
- Zairith stops Sszeyl at one point, when he begins to talk about the fight with the zombies. "You summoned darkness on your own? Without using the seed? Most impressive, young Terror."
Sszeyl:"Thank you. :3"
- Sszeyl resumes recounting.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt finds an empty table to sit down on, and pulls out the books, starting on reading them.
Faerie:(Umm…is there w aay to switch maps? >.>)
Sszeyl:Click the globe in the upper right of the screen.
Zairith:"… You fell unconscious within the cloud, you say. From what I am hearing, you knew that you were on the border of losing consciousness, and yet you damaged yourself further and put yourself in danger." Zairith does not look like he approves.
Max:"— is that — Gnogglebolt! Is that you?"
Faerie:Ah, I see!
Faerie:Thanks
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks up at the familiar voice.
Gnogglebolt:"Ah, Maximillian!"
Gnogglebolt:He gets up and walks over
Sszeyl:"It was either that, or leave more work for the others."
- Max waves from the table in the corner, where he is sitting with a tall human with wild red hair. A book of music is sitting open between them.
Max:"How did it go today? You look like you're in one piece, so it must have turned out somewhat well."
Gnogglebolt:"Ah…" Gnogglebolt's faces falls.
Gnogglebolt:"-Somewhat- well is about right."
Gnogglebolt:"There was another necromancer."
Max:"Ah. Well, you don't need to talk about it now if you don't want to. — Eh?"
Tharky:"Another necromancer?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt sighs. "Very few of the goblins left at the den were still alive, and the only ones that survived did so because they barricaded themselves in."
Max:"— Oh, right! Gnogglebolt, this is my friend Tharkiel. Tharky for short. Adventurer and musician. Tharky, Gnogglebolt Sparkgear and Elros Saelean. They're the adventurers I told you about, the thief-catchers."
Sszeyl:"Zairith? Giving me that look cannot possibly be good for your blood pressure."
Gnogglebolt:"How do you do." Gnogglebolt says, nodding and managing a smile to Tharky.
- Zairith sighs and removes his glasses briefly to rub at the bridge of his nose.
Zairith:"Young Terror, it creates far more work for your allies if you cannot walk out of a situation on your own two feet. Do you remember what I told you at the gates of Ezzebek?"
Gnogglebolt:"Oh, and Max. Your family still has the chest of curios we entrusted to you?"
Tharky:"Pleasure to meet you two! Been hearing a lot about you from the Torises." He pauses, then leans across the table with a conspiratorial stage whisper. "Is that story about the goblins true? That you really got a whole tribe to walk to jail just by talking to them?"
Sszeyl:"I left behind my temper, and did as I was told to the best of my ability. As evidenced, my ability is not that great."
Max:"Yep, we've still got them! Grandfather even labeled them for you with the right prices; we'd gotten a couple of them wrong."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt can't help but make a small, slightly bashful grin. "Well, the circumstances were right…"
Gnogglebolt:"It helps that they aren't going to the -actual- jail, just the temporary holding cells. I'm going to push for their sentancing to be manual labor and community service."
Zairith:"It was not your temper I asked you to leave behind, young Terror. It was your rashness. Temper can be a powerful tool if used properly, but rash decisions endanger both yourself and those around you."
Gnogglebolt:'And once they're done with that, they're free. That was the deal I made with them if they cooperated."
Zairith:"You are of a kind that lives for hundreds of years. Do not forget that. Decisions made without considering every consequence will stay with you for that long. And they -will- stay with you."
Gnogglebolt:"It also helped that one of the most commanding goblins, in fact now their leader, is a smart one and agreed with me personally, and helped keep the others in line."
- Faerie thinks he remembers a Tharky from the Tintin comics. Did anyone else read those? :B
Sszeyl:"Gah, curse this language. Having so many words for what should be the same thing." He switches to Undercommon. "I hae been hasty certainly. And I will accept whatever this brings on me. But that is not why I am here. The Wood Elves pose a serious threat. And Zilvudar will not hesitate to answer…Tebryn is a Nightmare now. He and his Boogey will be some of the first sent to face a threat like an invasion force."
Max:"See? I told you." Max has a bit of a smug grin on his face.
Gnogglebolt:"And…I suppose it wasn't words alone."
- Tharky laughs. "You did! I just find it hard to believe someone who isn't a paladin would go to such lengths to help their enemies!"
Gnogglebolt:"We rather knocked a few about the head first, and then presented the head of their leader to the rest."
- Tharky snerks. "Goblin diplomacy."
Gnogglebolt:"I wouldn't normally go to such gruesom lengths, but, um…the leader's head detached itself rather easily. He was made an undead skeleton before we arrived, and the goblins of the tribe didn't know it."
Zairith:"How serious of a threat? Were you given any indication of their numbers, or the strength of their force, or the strategy by which they mean to take Ezzebek?"
Liatai:Aack, got to go let the dog out. ;.;
Liatai:Be back in two shakes, folks.
TMG:No worries. x3
Sszeyl:"I had not gotten her to reveal that before she ran off. All I know is that it will be by unexpected means. The next time I see her, she will have an answer as to whether they will hear my proposal. Maybe more information will be forthcoming then."
Sszeyl:It's cool, Liatai. :D
Zairith:"What proposal is this?"
TMG:Ah, welcome back ^^
Tharky:"— Are you serious?"
Elros:"I know. You'd think the golbins would notice something like that."
TMG:(wonder if Ghosts' gonna get back…can't move on with plot things until all PCs are together to discuss next move as planned :B )
Gnogglebolt:"Apparently, Granch Redmaw was known for shutting himself in his room and gave orders not to be disturbed."
Gnogglebolt:"It just so happened that, this time, one of his necromancer clients performed necromancy on him."
Tharky:"— where's my pen, I've got to write this down…"
Gnogglebolt:"This was two days before we arrived at the hideout."
Sszeyl:"I told them that the Lolth worshippers had planted their trees underground, and since the Order has no need for them, beyond a fancy ornament, that they could go and regain their trees. As per Zilvudar's goal for the forest."
- Tharky takes out a small leather-bound, beat-up book and begins writing a few notes in it.
Tharky:"I'm still listening, go ahead. Two days?"
Zairith:"A lofty promise from a mere Terror."
Gnogglebolt:"Ah…yes. Two days before we arrived, and uness I'm mistaken, I think Redmaw was known for shutting himself away and alone for longer. So, nothing out of the ordinary."
Gnogglebolt:"That's why the goblins never knew what happened."
Tharky:"And you went in and brought one of the necromancers who did this to justice earlier today?"
Tharky:*scribble scribble scribble*
Sszeyl:"Terror, Horror, or lowly Fear, I speak for Orgolloyss. Besides which, it is on the Order's agenda to return the trees. Just hasn't been feasible, because we do not know how to safely uproot them, and the bulk of our Monks are busy overseeing the population and Duergar workers."
Zairith:"Hmm."
Gnogglebolt:"Ah….unsure. I am practically certain the necromancer responsible is a human that goes by several names, the only known being Morgan and Zach. I remember the woman we brought in mentioned his name in a rage after our companion trofim had…taken control of her undead abomination and then stupidly revived her. That's the only -good- thing that came from the mess he caused."
Drayco is disconnected.
Zairith:"… You mentioned that you felt your ability was not great. I would imagine that being so used to being able to see for long distances in the dark made it quite unnerving to suddenly be unable to see when you first summoned the darkness."
- Max 's eyes widen. "Trofim did what?"
Sszeyl:"It was like that first time I saw the sun. Happy, and then terrifying."
Gnogglebolt:"He…did something with his magic. He seemed to take control of the abomination. But then he refused to dismiss it, as it was the body of one of the very goblins of the cave."
Gnogglebolt:"For that….We unfortunately had to incapacite him. He's currently in the holding cells until tomorrow, believed to be in because he's drunk."
Max:"Well that's unnerving." Max takes a sip from a tankard on the table in front of him, adding in a mutter, "Very unnerving indeed."
Gnogglebolt:"Which he certainly was acting like. Unreasonable and raving."
Tharky:*scribble scribble scribble*
Gnogglebolt:"I hated to do that to hjm, he had been helping us, but that was the point where he crossed from being an aid to a serious liability."
Zairith:"There are… techniques taught that can help drow fight in magical darkness. Should you wish to learn them, ask."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt leans back and sighs. "I wonder when Sszeyl and that elf Tathi are going to arrive…"
Sszeyl:"I would. But first, could I ask something of you?"
- Sszeyl slips off the ring he found and holds it up. "Could you identify this, or whatever magic it holds?"
Tharky:"Fascinating! The hunters of necromancers, finding that one of their own shows signs of perhaps following the path of their foes. When you look into the darkness, the darkness looks into you…" Tharky seems to be talking to himself, writing.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt raises an eyebrow at Tharky, but internally, he can't help but agree…
- MeanyOwl rolls: me « 8*22 = 8 * 22 = 176 » => Invalid expression: me « 8*22 = 8 * 22 = 176 ».
TMG:er, I saw that o.o
Sszeyl: (( Whoops. :D ))
- Zairith takes a look at the ring, then reaches under the counter, taking out a spellbook. "I could, if you would kindly lay it on the counter."
- Sszeyl sets it on the counter.
- Zairith takes out a small vial of what looks like red wine, stirs it briefly with a feather sitting in the book, says a few arcane words, then imbibes the contents. He then picks up the ring, examining it closely. "… Young Terror, where did you find this?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt pulls out the book on the Halfling language. he also notes that there are a few halflings around the bar.
Zairith:"This is quite the find. It is enchanted with the ability to allow the wearer to walk on water as though it were solid ground."
Sszeyl:"The blacksword den. The owners didn't recognize the jar it was in, so they gave it to me."
Sszeyl:"Oh? Now that would be something."
Zairith:"Curious. Were there any sources of water near this den?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt calls out in the Halfling language, asking if any of them might spare a few minutes to help him refine his grammar and pronunciation
Sszeyl:"Not that I could see. But the area had been hit with a gloriously powerful storm days before. At least two trees were uprooted and displaced."
Cheery Halfling Barmaid:The barmaid pauses and spins around on her heel. "It's a long A sound, not a short one, but you were close!"
Cheery Halfling Barmaid:"I'm on the job, so I can't help, but do you want something to eat or drink while you study?"
Zairith:"Hmm. How unusual."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt grins. "Ah, thank you. And…hmm." He then asks if they have any fried fish in the barmaid's language.
Sszeyl:"How much do I owe you for the identification?"
Faerie:This can only lead to bad things.
Faerie:>.>
TMG:(Liatai, you disconnected from the irc. Just letting you know if you didn't )
TMG:Oh, Gnogglebolt's not tha bad :P
- Faerie remembers a story about a General trying to order food in French, and ending up with a potted plant.
TMG:He's got the skillpoints needed for the language, it's just, in-game, he hasn't practiced it much
Zairith:"Ten gold is the standard fee for a magical appraisal of an item."
TMG:So we're saying he speaks slightly broken halfling, but only slightly, and there's no real mechanical precedent anyway
- Sszeyl hands over the gold coins, careful to take them from the coins he's recently obtained.
- Cheery Halfling Barmaid nods and replies in Halfling.
Sszeyl:"One more thing before I steal away into the night. Any luck finding some singers for that funeral?"
Cheery Halfling Barmaid says in Halfling: "I'm guessing you meant fried and not covered in flowers, right?"
TMG:Wow I read that too fast. I almost read that as the f word xD
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt smacks his forehead with a chuckle and referrs to the book, correcting himself
Liatai:… Now I can't unsee it. XD
TMG:D: Sorry!
Zairith:"Lethiriss is supposed to be asking her friends in the entertainment district today."
Sszeyl:"Thank you. Good night."
- Sszeyl ninjas away!
- LiNeer yawns widely and curls up on Zairith's spellbook.
Zairith:"Good night, young Terror. Remember what I told you."
Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 17 + 1 = 18 » Move silently check!
Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 17 + 2 = 19 » Hide check!
Rusal Ebonwood:Zairith is too occupied with reaffixing the earring he had taken off his ear earlier and slipping into half-elven guise to pay you too much notice, young Terror. :P
Sszeyl:I'm on the Boot map.
Liatai:Yay. :D
Sszeyl:Hiding from the party of persons over yon..
Sszeyl:-.Sszeyl::PLiatai:Oh. XD
- Cheery Halfling Barmaid returns with the fish! "Can I get any of you anything else?
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt says a simple "No, thank you." in Halfing again, just to keep practicing.
Sszeyl:"Boo."
- Elros requests, in common, some tea and a bowl of the house specialty stew…but good grief, not the boot.
- Tharky jumps!
Gnogglebolt:"Shalath athor!" Gnogglebolt exclaims.
Liatai:Good grief, not the boot. XD
Gnogglebolt:"You derive some sick pleasure out of that, don't you drow?"
- Max starts a little, but fortunately, does not spill what's in his tankard.
Sszeyl:"I'm a Terror. It's what we do."
Gnogglebolt:"Whatever."
- Tharky is staring at Sszeyl. "— Ah. Max. Is this the drow you were talking about?"
Sszeyl:"Max was talking about me?"
- Sszeyl gives Max the Poker Face.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt starts on his meal in the meantime, paying the barmaid as she leaves.
- Elros looks over his shoulder, seeming entirely nonchelant. "Oh, hello. When did you get here?"
Sszeyl:"I've been here."
- Max holds up his hands. "Guilty as charged, due to someone being nosy and wondering where I had been for the past few days. Tharky, Sszeyl of Orgolloyss. Sszeyl, Tharkiel."
- Tharky stands up and bows. "Pleasure to meet a drow who didn't try to slit my throat first time we met!"
- Sszeyl fingers his new ring.
Sszeyl:"You've met other Drow?"
Tharky:"If you can call being at knifepoint 'meeting' drow," he says, looking sheepish.
Sszeyl:"Where and when, please?"
Tharky:"Uh… the Girn Mountains, a few years ago? I was with a caravan at the time."
Sszeyl:"I see."
Max:"Tharky's a travelling storyteller. He spends a lot of time on the road with caravans, collecting odd tales and spreading them throughout Akellon. Come on, Sszeyl, take a seat. Now who's this Tathi?"
Tharky:"Welllll, I wouldn't say throughout all of Akellon. I'm not so keen on the coast. Too much sailing for my liking."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks up from his food. "Tathi is an elf we encountered at the Blacksword den. She's a rather unsual one."
Gnogglebolt:"Apparently, some magical incident rendered her succeptible to random possession at any time, or somesuch."
Tharky:The pen in the storyteller's hand has started scratching on the paper again. Scribble scribble scribble.
Max:"Random… possession? Now I know you're pulling my leg."
- Sszeyl begins subscribing things to his journal.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt waves a hand. "I don't know how it works, and I wouldn't have believed it either."
Gnogglebolt:"except then she was taken over by the spirit of one of the dead goblins while we were in the cave."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt stares at his food silently and motionlssly for a moment.
Gnogglebolt:"I swear. Magic. It and everyone who uses it seems to be stark mad."
Sszeyl:"Magic is the force of Chaos."
- Max and Tharky both snerk.
Gnogglebolt:"First trofim, a human who talks to a skull and can't logic his way out of tic tac toe."
Sszeyl:"The only ordered thing about it is that it is Chaos."
Max:"Well, now, I wouldn't say that."
Gnogglebolt:"Then that golem-thing."
Gnogglebolt:"And now Tathi."
Sszeyl:"Science is the foce of Order. So chaotic in that there are many types of Science, with more being born every year."
Tharky:"I hope she makes it, she sounds like a fascinating character."
TMG:(I wonder what Danman would say about that description of trofim. x3 )
Faerie:(Where is Danman?)
TMG:Busy, it seems
Max:"I wouldn't say all magic is chaotic. Just look at my brother — Brian, I mean, not Ian."
TMG:Actually, revising a little earlier;
Tharky:"I knew who you were talking about. Mister Letter of the Law himself!"
Gnogglebolt:"First trofim, a human who talks to a skull and can't logic his way out of tic tac toe."
Gnogglebolt:"Then that golem-thing who valued animals over humanoids."
Gnogglebolt:"And now Tathi."
TMG:(there)
Tharky:"Golem-thing that valued animals over…?" Scribble scribble scribble. "Fascinating! A creature not born of nature, revering nature!"
Max:"Annnnnd he's off, ladies and gentlemen," Max chuckles as Tharky writes, taking the book of music off the table and putting it in a bag beside the table.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt pulls out his pocketwatch, rough and rugged. "The tick tok of gears…hissing of pistons…clattering of machinery…so much more refined. So much more reliable. Anyone can do it, if they know how."
Sszeyl:"The same is said of magic."
TMG:(and yes, I know being more 'reliable" is blatantly wrong. x3 Bias at it's finest :3 )
Tharky:"— What is that?" Tharky stops his writing briefly to stare at the pocketwatch.
Max:"Ah… it's like a firmament stone. But it uses gears instead of magic. Am I right?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks up. "It is a pocketwatch, a portable clock. As long as it is set correctly and wound regularly, it tells you the exact given time." he looks at Max oddly for a moment. "I am having the strangest feeling of deja vu…"
Liatai:x3Gnogglebolt:"Didn't I show it to you already?"
Max:"You did. I just wanted to be sure I was explaining it right."
Gnogglebolt:"Ah, of course."
Gnogglebolt:"Yes, I suppose that is an accurate description as any."
Liatai:Since it doesn't seem like Ghost is coming back, at least anytime soon, shall we leave this off here and pick up next week? :3
TMG:Actually, I was thinking of Tathi actually doesn't show up, and Gnogglebolt just leaves a message with the bartender >.>
TMG:Wanna get to the anthropologist meeting the goblins :U
GM:Awareness check and voting time! Who's for continuing, who's for waiting?
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks at his watch. "For example, it is one hour until I must conclude an engagement…"
Sszeyl:I can continue.
TMG:Alert and aware!
Faerie:Either way.
GM:That's two for continue and one undecided. Let's keep going!
Tharky:"Conclude an engagement? Unhappy marriage-to-be? Sounds like there's a story there!"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks over to Sszeyl. "By they way, I noticed you were looking around the Blacksword cave for things while we were there, and you found some things belonging to the necromancers—" Gnogglebolt turns and gives the -flattest- stare Tharky will ever see a gnome make.
Tharky:"… What?"
- Max snickers into his tankard.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shakes his head and returns his gaze to Sszeyl."
- Sszeyl holds up his hand. "Ring of water walking."
Gnogglebolt:"Anyway, shall we get around to dividing those spoils among us—oh, was that it?"
- Sszeyl then lays out the rest of the stuff.
Sszeyl:GM, got the list?
- Tharky frowns. "What's so funny? Hey." He pokes Max with the end of his pen. "Stop laughing."
Liatai:The list! There was the Ring of Water Walking… one second, got to check.
Liatai:500 GP, the ring, a gold pendant set with a sizeable ruby, and a silver hand-mirror. In addition, the necromancer's dagger, a few trail rations, the three scrolls in Tathi's possession, and a bag of round, shiny black gems.
TMG:there was also 50 gp from the woman, but Gnogglebolt gave that to Sszeyl to hold
Liatai:Ah, yes! I'd nearly forgotten. ^^
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt puts the pendant and the dagger together, looking at Max. "I suppose the Toris shop could make use of these, if they are found to be clean of magic?"
Gnogglebolt:"Like most of the other curios?"
Max:"We could! Here, I can check them right now if you want."
Gnogglebolt:"Please do." Gnogglebolt says, sliding them across
- Max takes the items and hums a little song to himself, turning them over in his hands; his eyes briefly glow blue as he hums, then he puts them back on the table. "Nope, no magic in them at all. The pendant is a beautiful piece of workmanship, though. I wouldn't put its value at anything less that 1,700 gold."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt whistles. "A respectable sum."
Max:"Brian would be drooling over that ruby alone, I can tell you that right now." Max grins.
Sszeyl:"If all of the pieces are worth as much, we might be able to afford a grand house."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks over to Sszeyl. "Any objections to selling these to the Toris family as we are the rest of the items we found before?"
Max:"The dagger looks pretty common, though. Nothing special about it aside from its shape." Max balances it experimentally on two fingers.
Sszeyl:"Provided they give the pieces the proper respect a piece of art deserves."
Tharky:"Believe me, if you're looking for a place that respects pieces of art and ancient treasure, you won't find better people than the Toris family to trust them with."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods, and says to Max, "Go ahead and hold onto those then, until we come by to get the compensation for all the items together."
Gnogglebolt:"Perhaps tomorrow."
- Max nods. "Do you want the dagger back? It's nothing special, but it's balanced pretty well."
Sszeyl:"What's the hilt made of?"
Max:"Metal wrapped in leather, it looks like…" Max inspects it, then suddenly frowns and tosses the dagger down onto the table like it's hot.
Max:"… That's not cowhide."
Sszeyl:"No wood then?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt follows Max's line of reasoning, wrapped in leather, but not cowhide…he pushes back from the table himself.
Gnogglebolt:"Oh, that is disgusting."
Max:"Huh? No, no wood. But it should be cleansed, and the hilt rewrapped, before Grandfather will let it anywhere near the shop. For good reason."
Sszeyl:"Hmm. The knife, once cleansed, might make a nice gift for one of the goblin children."
Max:"Let me guess. This belonged to that necromancer you mentioned."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods. "Indeed."
Gnogglebolt:"I'm not even sure if it's worth that. I might throw it in a furnace."
Gnogglebolt:"Those barbaric necromancers…"
Sszeyl:"The blade cannot help the make of the hilt."
- Sszeyl gives Gnogglebolt a look.
- Tharky looks rather pale. "I'd heard some necromancers wrapped their spellbooks in tanned humanoid skins, but — eugh."
Sszeyl:"Barbarism is the act of saying what is or is not without effort to understand why."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks over. "Very well, I suppose the blade itself is fine."
Gnogglebolt:"And that is highly debatable, but a debate for another time."
Gnogglebolt:"Anyway…"
Gnogglebolt:He picks up the silver mirror. 'oh, forgot about this."
Gnogglebolt:"My si—someone I know used to do funny magic with mirrors."
Gnogglebolt:"Could you check it as well?"
Max:"I'll take it to Ratanro. He's a good smith, he'll be able to take care of… this… thing properly." Max gingerly picks up the dagger using a cloth, wraps it up in several layers of cloth, and stuffs it in his knapsack. "Sure thing."
Sszeyl:"Do you know anyone good with woodcrafts, Max?"
- Max hums a few bars, and the blue glow returns to his eyes briefly before he hands the mirror back. "Nonmagical. And it's too small to use for scrying, so I doubt it was even used in a spell at any time. It's worth about fifty gold, though."
Max:"Woodcrafts, you say?"
- Sszeyl slides his remaining sai over to Max.
Sszeyl:"I need to find anyone using the same type of wood as what makes up the hilt of that weapon."
Tharky:"I think there's a carpenter's shop just next door."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks at the mirror, and is about to leave it with Max as well, but then… "Oh, actually, I think we might be able to use a mirror. It can be used to peek around corners unseen."
Max:"That's a sound idea!"
Gnogglebolt:He holds it up. "Any objections?"
Sszeyl:"Go ahead."
Gnogglebolt:(assuming Elros agrees as well) Gnogglebolt places it carefully in his pack, wrapping it in a little cloth to protect it.
Sszeyl:"Max?"
Gnogglebolt:"And now, let's count out the coin. Despite her not being here…I think Tathi deserves a share. She helped us in the cave."
- Max is looking at the weapon curiously. "Huh? Oh. Woodworkers."
Max:"… Is this wood what I think it… never mind, not my business. Tharky mentioned the one next door, and… hm. Grandpa would be the one to ask. Maybe Mom knows a few, too."
Sszeyl:"Are we counting the many thousands of copper coins in my cart?"
Sszeyl:"And the spoils from Blacksword's attack?"
Sszeyl:"Speaking of."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks up. "I thought you gave those to the goblins?"
Sszeyl:"Yes. But it has not been made clear what was mine to give, and what wasn't."
Gnogglebolt:"And the spoils from Blackswor'ds attack we already divided up, and the miscellaneous items are the ones that are with the Toris' right now."
Sszeyl:"Now, how did the people left at the caves do?"
Gnogglebolt:"…pardon?"
Sszeyl:"Well, some of them were clanking around in armor with a very hungry and agitated bear roaming around."
TMG:(okay, seriously, what's Sszeyl talking about?)
Liatai:Barshal and Derish.
Liatai:Which, by the way, good catch, Meany.
Sszeyl: (( Thankee. ))
TMG:Huh? They were left at the cave?
TMG:No they weren't….
TMG:They went with us near castleton and just departed :B
Liatai:Derish said he'd wait at the cave. Though for the sake of convenience, let's say they did indeed come back to Castleton and part ways with the party. x3
TMG:Alrighty then, moving on from that? ^^;
Faerie:Would be annoying if we had to trek back and get them, yes. >.>
TMG:Besides
TMG:we passed by the Redmaw den on our way to the blacksowrd den
TMG:because we left the goblins with Brian
TMG:(and the chest of stuff)
Sszeyl:"So, where's the open real estate in these parts?"
TMG:then on our way out, we picked those things up, and brian went off to Castleton with the chest
Gnogglebolt:In the meantime of all this, Gnogglebolt counts out 125 gold pieces for himself, Elros, and Sszeyl, and one extra for Tathi.
Gnogglebolt:"Anyone want to hold onto Tathi's share, or shall I?"
Sszeyl:"This, plus the sum in my cart, are enough for a house."
Sszeyl:"You can keep it in my cart, if you like."
Sszeyl:"So, where's the nearest realator?"
Max:"Anywhere but the southwestern corner of the city should have at least some houses available to buy. Well, wait, scratch that. The southwestern corner is the noble's district. They cost way too much for way too little."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shrugs. "I managed to find an empty apartment for the goblins in the Market District."
Tharky:"Besides, the crime rate in that area has shot through the roof with Claverti in charge of that mess hall."
- Elros ought to visit a bank, really.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt suddenly freezes."Wait, what?"
Gnogglebolt:"Which district?"
Tharky:"… Did I say something I shouldn't have?"
Max:"No, but keep your voice down. Some people here aren't kind to gutterfolk, remember."
Tharky:"Gutterfolk have the best stories, though…" He turns to Gnogglebolt. "The people of the city's underworld call it West Mess. The noble's district."
Gnogglebolt:"The crime rate in -which- area has shot up?" Gnogglebolt says quietly
Gnogglebolt:Oh. Gnogglebolt relaxes, suddenly relieved.
Gnogglebolt:*"Oh."
Sszeyl: (( Liatainess. :o Which district would a half-orc swordsmith have a house? ))
Tharky:"The crime rate here, in what they call Central, or the market district, has been stable for longer than… Hlal's talons, probably longer than I've been alive."
Liatai:Central, South, or East Mess would probably be the most open to half-orcs. :3
Sszeyl:Central it is. :D
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt checks his watch, and looks outside. "I have a few more minutes. I'm curious…gutterfolk? People of the citie's underworld?"
Liatai:South more than Central, Central more than East.
Gnogglebolt:"This does not sound pleasant at all."
- Tharky nods. "Well, I wouldn't say that."
Tharky:"There's a band that plays in the Drunken Rat every Ica made up of people who were former gutterfolk. Nice people, sharp as a tack, too. They moonlight as adventurers. I get lots of good stories from them. Maybe you've heard of them; they call themselves Lucky Jack on stage?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shrugs, then starts. "Oh! Elros, sszeyl. I almost forgot something else."
Gnogglebolt:"What do you intend to do over the next week or so?"
Tharky:*sharp as tacks
Sszeyl:"I have a funeral to plan."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods. "That's good, actually. I have to prepare for the goblin's trial, and while I will be also looking into any furhter leads on our necromancers, paticularly symbols in Redmaw's ledger, I also want to wait and see what this Aureate Palm has to say about the woman."
Gnogglebolt:"So, we're in agreement? There is nothing of immediate pressing urgency we must rush off to?"
Gnogglebolt:"Nothing that can't wait a week or so while we take care of other things?"
Sszeyl:"Um."
Elros:"hum. To mbe quite honest, I hadn't any plans for the next week."
Gnogglebolt:"I'm just saying, if anyone wanted to go chasing the necromancers again right away, we would need to stay together."
Sszeyl:"A Drow funeral, as dictated by the Orgolloyss, should take a few days to plan, and eight hours to execute. Since we don't have a body, or an identity, that'll cut it down to three hours execution. This is all dependant on where I can find preformers who'll consent to aide in a Drow funeral."
Elros:"Perhaps a hike. Something that doesn't involve things trying to kill me.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shrugs at Elros. "This is a big city, I'm sure you can find something to do."
Liatai:A hike? In Akellon? Not involving things trying to kill you? :P
Sszeyl:"Besides which, I have this huge looming development coming up. Until Tathi comes back, I can't say what I'll be able to do."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt glances at Sseyl. "So…what are you saying? You -aren't- going to be able to stay around for a week, or a few days at least?"
- Tharky scribbles in his notebook again.
Sszeyl:"If Tathi brings ideal news, I'll be available. If not so favorable, I'll have to go stop a genocide, which I would be asking your help for,"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt's eyes widen. "Well, crimminy."
Faerie:Liatai: Well, come now, some things must not be trying to kill us.
Tharky:*That pen is scribbling even faster now. Scratch scratch scribble scribble…*
Liatai:x3Gnogglebolt:"Ah…let us dearly hope that whatever news this is about, it is favorable."
Gnogglebolt:"I'll…try to make plans that accomodate for a sudden change."
Gnogglebolt:"But I also would need you at the trial if there -isn't- anything horrible going on."
Elros:"I don't know what I would be able to be of much help…your people might not take kindly to me…but if I may render any assistance, do let m know."
Sszeyl:"A trial, you say?"
Tharky:"Genocide of what people? — Not to sound insensitive, but I'm curious. Anything that might be able to be done to help?"
Sszeyl:"Trial versus genocide, I have to tell you, the genocide comes first. But I'll try."
Sszeyl:"The remaining Drow."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt shakes his head. "No, I mean, if you -don't- have to go stop this genocide or whatever. If you do, then I'll have to call for the trial to be postponed further and accompany you."
- Tharky 's eyes widen, and he scribbles something down.
Gnogglebolt:"But if not, then I am saying, I'll need you both there. And I mean the goblin's trial."
Max:"Just to get this out there… If you need help stopping that genocide, let me know. We'd all be willing to help out with a cause like that. It might even get Grandfather out of the shop."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt checks his pocketwatch again. "And it is sundown. I must be going, companions. I'll leave a message with the bartender for Tathi if she comes around later. Shall we meet again, say, tomorrow at midday?"
Sszeyl:"I'll see what happens when Tathi comes back."
Sszeyl:"Sure thing."
Gnogglebolt:"The bartender will tell Tathi this as well."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods and waves to the others, finishing the last few bites of his meal, and heads over to the bartender.
Max:"Don't forget to pick up your treasures from the shop, too."
Gnogglebolt:He describes Tathi in as much detail he can, with a request that the bartender tell Tathi to return here tomorrow at midday.
Max:"Speaking of…" Max stands. "I'd better get this… thing to Ratanro. You coming, Tharky?"
Gnogglebolt:He then walks back over. "Oh, I thought we were all just going to visit tomorrow to get the compensation for the items. Don't worry."
- Sszeyl vanishes into the night, for Zairith's house.
Sszeyl:Any Elf assassins jumping out tonight? :>
Liatai:… Is Gnogglebolt trying to jump out the window? :B
Gnogglebolt:"Farewell, all." Gnogglebolt says, heading out and for the apartment in the Market District.
Liatai:Nope!
TMG:Oh,c ripes!
Liatai:There's an empty house we can use as a placeholder for the goblins' apartment on this map… Any objections?
Sszeyl:Nope.
Liatai:Cripes? o.o
TMG:Tottally forgot to have Gnogglebolt mention to Sszeyl he was wondering if he should tell Lethiriss and Zarith what he did to Trofim DX
Liatai:XDLiatai:Rrrrrewind!
TMG:Oh, thank you ^^;
Gnogglebolt:"Oh, Sszeyl. One more thing."
Sszeyl:"I already told them what happened to Trofim."
Gnogglebolt:"I…despite it being rather necessary, I still feel bad about what was done to Trofim—oh?"
Tharky:"Hm? Oh, sure, I'm coming. It was a pleasure to meet you all," Tharky says to the party, standing and following Max.
Sszeyl:"They reacted with unsurprised exasperation."
Gnogglebolt:"And they know he's just going to get out tomorrow morning?"
Gnogglebolt:"Heh. I would imagine."
Gnogglebolt:"Right then, that was all. Farewell, see you tomorrow."
TMG:oh, and where's this placeholder house?
Liatai:One sec, server's slow.
Elros:"Hum, if everyone else is leaving, I suppose I ought to fina an inn for the night."
- Elros wonders if there's a better way to say "Good luck with that whole genocide thing."
Liatai:Oh, wait. Tech, it's to the left.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt finds the house and looks around, spotting Ezekiel.
Liatai:The door that says "residence." x3
Gnogglebolt:"Ah, excellent, you came."
TMG:(Got it. x3 )
- Ezekiel Chirehan arrives at least twenty minutes after exact sundown. Kellon time, sheesh. :B
Gnogglebolt:"Right, now that you are here…" Gnogglebolt knocks on the door, calling out in Goblin.
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Of course I came. Now… anything special I should know before walking in? Topics to avoid, any special notes? Is the chieftain here?"
- Sszeyl is on the Zaireth, Lethiriss map.
Liatai:Augh! XD
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "Goblins of former blacksowrd! It is I, Gnogglebolt! Allow me in."
Liatai:Sszeyl, hang on, server's slow.
Gnogglebolt:He looks up to Ezekiel. "Well, there are only a few goblins here. Three children, a pregnant female, and an elder."
- Old Shukek opens the door, but not without some muttering.
Gnogglebolt:"The majority of both tribes, including the current chieftan leader of both, are at the temporary holding cells. We'll be visiting them next."
Old Shukek says in Goblin: "Damn human-sized door…"
Sszeyl: (( TMG, can you remember how much EXP is needed for level three? ))
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt speaks casually to the elder goblin
Gnogglebolt says in Goblin: "I can fix that for you in time."
TMG:Um…
TMG:3,000
Sszeyl:coo
Sszeyl:http://www.thetangledweb.net/forums/profiler/view_char.php?cid=45140
TMG:(Hmm…for this conversation between Gnogglebolt, and Zeke, shall we do it whisperless?"
- Old Shukek gruffly speaks back, holding onto Grizzlemaw for support.
Liatai:Sure. ^^
TMG:(Otheriwse, it's gonna be weird. And there's really not much happening that needs to be hidden.)
TMG:Alright, so, from now on, assume everyone is speaking Goblin
Old Shukek:"Sooner rather than later would be good. … Who's this tall-legs?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods to the elder. "Anyway, I have found someone who will be your guide in the city. He is here to help you adjust to this new life. He will also protect you until the rest of the tribe is able to rejoin you."
- Old Shukek squints up at the human. The human looks back, non-judgemental, only observing.
Gnogglebolt:"Will you accept his help?"
Gnogglebolt:"Because, I must be honest with you."
Gnogglebolt:"The city life can be very confusing for those not familiar. And especially, I don't want to put too fine a point on it, but…you are goblins. There isn't much respect for your kind around here. He is here to help make sure that you are not subject to any bad treatment."
Gnogglebolt:"And to continue, I will not lie; it is going to be difficult in the city."
Gnogglebolt:"Since I cannot be around to guide and support you myself, I have found this man to do it for me. He knows of your traditions, and can speak your tongue. His name is Ezekiel Chirehan."
Old Shukek:"Fancy human name," the gobling gruffly says.
Ezekiel Chirehan:"It is hard to say in Goblin," the human agrees. "Zeke should be easier on your tongue, elder."
- Sszeyl knocks on the door. :D
Old Shukek:"So, you do speak Goblin. Good. Listen close. You try any funny business with me or my tribe, and I'll blast you into next Loda and have Grizzlemaw catch up with you there, then let him tear you a new set of piercings in your belly. You got it, human?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt looks up to Zeke, shrugging and wincing.
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Wouldn't dream of it. I'm here to learn as much from you as I can, as well as teach you what I know, elder."
Old Shukek:The goblin laughs. "Kid didn't even flinch! You found a good one, gnome."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt smiles. "Well, I guess I was right to find one who studies cultues. It seems to be serving you well already."
Gnogglebolt:*cultures
Lethiriss:"For the lasssst time, we do not want your encyclopediasssss! And you are not a bullette, do not even try with the land sssshark sssssillinessss!"
Sszeyl:"Nah, I'm just the local street urchin who happens to rent out a spare room here."
- Ezekiel Chirehan gives a small smile. "That and negotiations with the Bluetooth tribe in the past."
Gnogglebolt:"But anyway… I do suggest, for the moment, that you all remain in this house and do not leave it. If you need anything; food, clothing, other sundries, then Zeke should be visiting at least once a day, and he can get things for you. Over time, he should be able to gradually bring you out of the house, after teaching the others some of the common tongue, to intoduce you to people, and show you where to buy things on your own. Speaking of…"
Lethiriss:"Sssstreet urchi — Ssssssssssszeyl! Come in, come in!"
TMG:(got to figure out Gnogglebolt's gold-tally, but for now, he gives them an indeterminant amount that should pay for rent, food, and other things for a few weeks)
Lethiriss:"You are jussssst in time, we were jussssst about to sssstart ssssupper."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt gives a sack of coin to the elder.
Gnogglebolt:"This should be enough to live on for a few weeks. I'll be sending you more later, and the final amount when the rest of the tribe completes their sentance."
- Old Shukek accepts the gold with a nod.
Gnogglebolt:"Speaking of, Zeke should go meet them now, and I need to schedule the trial."
Old Shukek:"Right. Watch yourself, kid. And gnome. How much would shirts cost for someone goblin-sized?"
Gnogglebolt:"I hope your first night as free goblins in a human city is a pleasant one. I'm sure the beds are welcome."
- Old Shukek counts out the proper amount of gold for ten shirts, then hands them over. "The group in the cells should be wearing tribe colors, not Blacksword colors. It'll make the switchover easier."
Gnogglebolt:"Ah…should be no more than a few gold each, if not a few silvers. Zeke can bring you some tomorrow, I think."
Old Shukek:"Get red," the goblin says to the human, who nods.
Gnogglebolt:(what did the swiftaxes decided on their color to be—oh)
Liatai:Shukek saw Grapmak wearing red, and assumed since the tribe leader was wearing it, it was the tribe color. x3
Gnogglebolt:"Right. The tribe might be the Swiftaxes instead of the Redmaw now, but they have kept the color red."
TMG:(…oh x_x )
Gnogglebolt:"Right then. Farewell. We will see each other again, before the trial."
Ezekiel Chirehan:"That's usual if the transition was fairly peaceful. Usually, only rebels who split from their home tribe choose different colors for the tribe's symbols."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt rubs his chin. "Well, in this case, the leader for whom they were named Redmaw died."
Old Shukek:"Kid knows what he's talkin' about. Right. Watch yourselves."
Gnogglebolt:"Would have died by us if some necromancer hadn't gotten to him first."
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Who was the leader before this Redmaw? Do you know?"
Gnogglebolt:"It was Grapmak himself, actually, who has reassumed his position."
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Take care, elder." The human puts a stone beside the door before he leaves. "That's an alarm stone. It will let me know if anyone tries to bother you during the night."
Old Shukek:"Better not mess with the one I've already set up."
Ezekiel Chirehan:"It shouldn't, elder."
Old Shukek:"It's Shukek."
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Elder Shukek."
Old Shukek:"There we go."
Sszeyl:"Supper, you say?"
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Interesting. So the tribe was fairly cohesive before… disturbed by Redmaw, and then returning to a stable configuration upon his death."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods, and departs with Zeke. before heading to the holding cells, Gnogglebolt double-checks with the landlord about the rent payment and paperwork, and then finds a patrolling guard and informs him that yes, there are goblins in that house, and yes, they are there legally.
Gnogglebolt:And then, on the trip to the holding cells, Gnogglebolt tells Zeke as much as he knows about the history of both tribes, and traits of the notable members
Lethiriss:"Yesss, indeed! Come, come, ssssssit."
- Zairith nods to Sszeyl from his seat at the table. LiNeer surveys the drow with her one good eye, tail waving slightly.
Gnogglebolt:He does include especially the details about Granch redmaw and Gerta Blacksword, and the war they had, though he only said the bare minimum necessary about Redmaw's involvement with the necromancers
Sszeyl:"So, I found a nice little cave system outside the city. Very good apple trees nearby. Would you like me to bring you some?"
Ezekiel Chirehan:"… You said one of them is mute? How does he communicate with the others?"
Gnogglebolt:"Hand-speech. Grapmak can translate it."
Lethiriss:"Applessss? Sss, only if it isss not too much trouble. We can find applesss easssily at the market. They are in sssseassson, after all."
Gnogglebolt:"He also has a strange language of clicking and whistling, which Slat translates."
Gnogglebolt:"Otherwise, I guess he doesn't talk to the others much."
Sszeyl:"No trouble. Just have to stay out the local black bear's way when he's miffed."
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Fascinating. I have never heard of goblins developing a hand-language before… the only one I know of is the one rumored to be used by the dark elves."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt hems for a moment. "Umm…."
Gnogglebolt:"You must promise not to tell anyone else."
Ezekiel Chirehan:"It would be fascinating to see it in action… hm?"
Gnogglebolt:"It is the very same."
Ezekiel Chirehan:"…" The human adjusts his spectacles.
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Where did this goblin learn a drow language?"
Gnogglebolt:"For you see, my drow companion was a furious as a drow could get without actually getting to murder. Apparenly, it is a great secret, and the fact they know it terrifies him."
Gnogglebolt:"However, they struck an agreement that Drit would -never- teach it outside of this tribe, and over time, it will mutate into something else. And, apparently, he learned it from kobolds."
Sszeyl:"…Hmm. I have…this sudden urge to throttle something…"
Gnogglebolt:"I don't know anything else."
TMG::P* LiNeer glares with her one eye and lashes her tail. Don't even think about it.
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Hmm. I had heard that kobolds were allied with the drow during the Underdark War… but this is unforeseen."
Gnogglebolt:"I know. But, best not to press the issue. Tell no one, and don't bring it up to the goblins."
Sszeyl:"Anyway. These caves are huge. Two sources of water,, eight rooms, though one of them is disease ridden, and there's another cave nearby which already has been partially built into a one room retreat."
Ezekiel Chirehan:"… I wonder how they even learned the language. Kobolds have less fingers than drow…" the human muses, then nods. "Of course."
Zairith:"Which cave did you find the spellbook you left in my care in?"
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt continues telling Zeke as much as he can, until they arrive at the holding cells
Sszeyl:"Trofim found that one in the smaller cave with the one room."
Sszeyl:"Oh, one more thing."
TMG:…Ohgawd. Random thought. Zarith as Uncle
TMG:"Ooooone more thing, young terror!"
TMG:"tryanny must defeat tyrrany!"
Liatai:Uncle who? o.o
TMG:*erp, assume those were spelled right
TMG:Just Uncle. You never watched Jackie Chan Adventures? o.o
Liatai:Oh! XD
- Sszeyl runs outside, and retreives the worg pelts. Brings them back in. "I got these in my travels. A gift to your two."
Liatai:I was picturing Uncle Fester from the Addams Family for some reason, which was amusing, to say the least. XD
TMG:alright, if Zeke doesn't have anythign else specific to say, switching to holding cells map…
Lethiriss:"Sss! Thessse are quite lovely, Sssssssssszeyl! Did you find thessssse in the cavessss, too?"
Sszeyl:"Killed the worgs and had that nice half-elf boy who threatened me and Zairith skin them."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt enters the guard office with Zeke, heading to the holding areas.
Fat Guard In Charge:"That doesn't look like a goblin. Found another necromancer?"
Gnogglebolt:"If he were a necomancer, he wouldn't be concious." Gnogglebolt says with a slight smile.
Gnogglebolt:"No, just someone who the goblins need to know. He's going to be helping them."
Gnogglebolt:"This is okay, yes? They just need to talk, get to know him and he them."
- Fat Guard In Charge laughs, though Ezekiel looked like he was going to have a heart attack for a moment at being accused of being a necromancer. "I see! What's your name, citizen?"
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Ezekiel Chirehan, monstrous cultural anthropologist, member of the Society of Saltmarsh, and most certainly not a necromancer, sir."
Fat Guard In Charge:"Society of Saltmarsh? Wizard, then?"
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Er… yes. I dabble."
- Trofim mutters something about lie-mages in his sleep.
TMG:x3Gnogglebolt:"Oh! And I forgot to ask, there haasn't been any trouble since the new goblins were introduced, right?"
Zairith:"It's good to hear that he seems to have gotten over his initial.. hostility."
Sszeyl:"Yeah."
Ghostwish has connected.
Fat Guard In Charge:"Lots of talking and moving around, but no fights."
Liatai:Ghost! :D
Sszeyl:"The sweet black sword he got out of killing that half-orc Blacksword woman may have had something to to with it."
Gnogglebolt:"Very good news." Gnogglebolt says
Sszeyl:Quickly. :o Past Tathi into Zairith and Lethiriss' palce map.
Liatai:Choose your map! x3 We've got two maps going; the holding cells, and Zairith and Lethiriss' Place.
TMG:Wait, wait
Ghostwish:I was told Tathi would have a note?
TMG:The last thing Tathi eard of the others was to meet them at the Bronze Boot
TMG:and Gnogglebolt left something for that. So is she going to check there first?
Liatai:Yep, there's been a note left behind for her at the Boot.
Ghostwish:She would.
TMG:Alright, go for it
Liatai:You can try loading the Bronze Boot Area map, but be warned, it's huge. XD
Gnogglebolt:"Right then, come along Ezekial, and you shall finally meet the former Redmaws and Blackswords, now merged into Swiftaxes…"
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Why is this one by himself?" he asks in Common.
Gnogglebolt:(and doing more no whispers, but assume all speech is in goblin)
Gnogglebolt:erGnogglebolt:Asidee from this.
Sszeyl: (( Because he's so damn pudgey. ))
Gnogglebolt:"That's dosemz, the one I told you about."
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Ah, yes. The cleric of Maglubiyet."
Gnogglebolt:"After I talked to him, he has been behaving better, so he mgiht get moved back with the others in time."
Dosemz:"Don't profane His name with your human tongue!" Dosemz snarls.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt then switches to Goblin
Gnogglebolt:"I return, everyone."
Gnogglebolt:"And I have brought a friend."
- Ezekiel Chirehan replies in Goblin. "My apologies, honorable mystic."
- Dosemz looks… flattered. o.o
TMG:x3Sszeyl:Ghost? :o
Gnogglebolt:"Grapmak? Are you awake?"
Ghostwish:Wow.. those last two items took FOREVER.
Grapmak:The goblins look up, and Grapmak stops talking with Kranik briefly to look up.
Liatai:Yeah, I'm sorry, it's a huge map. x3
Tathi:Tathi comes by the Bronze Boot, and walks right on inside.
Gnogglebolt:"Hello Grapmak, and everyone else. This is Ezekiel Chirehan, though you may call him Zeke."
- Barkeep looks up from the bar, then down at a note on the counter. "Excuse me! Miss. Might your name be Tathi?"
Tathi:She looks over at the barkeep. "I am."
Gnogglebolt:"I have recruited him to help you and the others in the city. He is watching over them, and will teach them how to live in the city and adjust to their new life."
Gnogglebolt:"And when you are all released and join them, he will do the same for you."
Barkeep:"I have a note here from a Gnogglebolt Sparkgear for you."
Gnogglebolt:"I have brought him here so you may meet him and know who he is."
- Barkeep hands the note over.
Tathi:"Ah yes, thank you." She says, flipping it open and reading through it.
TMG:(I shall write the text of it?)
Liatai:Tech, mind describing the letter while I type for the holding cell folks? x3
Liatai:Ah, you beat me to it. :3
TMG:Heh, alrighty. x3
- Grapmak looks at the human curiously, as do all the goblins.
Dosemz:"Well, he seems all right by me," Dosemz says, preening.
TMG:Note: We could not wait any longer, don't know what held you up, though it might have been another one of those 'episodes'. We are meeting back here tomorrow at midday to finish planning. Sszeyl wants to talk to you. I also have one hundred-plus twenty-five gold crowns for you, divided up from what we found at the den.
- Ezekiel Chirehan moves forward so that all the goblins could see.
Grapmak:"… Hrmm. The gnome's kept all of his promises so far. Human."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods. "he knows your traditions and your language. I sought him specifically for that."
Tathi:"Hm." She ponders, and then heads off out onto the town.. chances of randomly running across said party?
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Yes, Swiftaxe?"
Sszeyl:Simply ask where the Drow went and follow?
Gnogglebolt:"..However, do be prepared for him to ask frequent questions. He knows about your kind because he studies your kind."
Sszeyl:Because Gnomes with tall legs following them are more common. :B
Ghostwish:ah, good idea. XD
Tathi:"Pardon, but did you happen to see where the dark elf got off to?"
TMG:it is past sundown and nighttime now, by the way
Grapmak:"Study." The goblin looks cautious.
Gnogglebolt:"Just questions. He wants to learn from you as much as he can teach you."
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Not so much study as learn from you, Chief Swiftaxe."
Gnogglebolt:"You can teach each other."
Grapmak:"Let the human speak for himself, gnome."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt immediately bows and steps back. "My aplogies."
Ghostwish:*prods the DM, just to be annoying*
Ezekiel Chirehan:"He's said most of what I would have said," the human says with a small smile. "I only have to say that I look forward to learning from you all, and hope that I may teach you as much as you will be able to show me about your culture."
- Drit signs.
Drit signs in Drow Sign Language: "I'm not so certain he should be trusted. He speaks flattering words far too easily."
- Ezekiel Chirehan speaks in Common to Gnogglebolt. "… I assume that's Drit."
Gnogglebolt:"That he is. The masked one."
Barkeep:"He went toward the arcane district… I think he was headed to a relative's house, or something similar."
Tathi:"My thanks." She says, and heads off to the arcane district.
Liatai:By asking around, she can find where the drow went… and you may go to the Zairith and Lethiriss' Place map if you wish. ^^
Ghostwish:KICK THE DOOR IN AND FIREBALL THE PLACE. >:O
- Ezekiel Chirehan gives a small wry smile. "Well, I don't know what you just said, assassin, but I believe you understand me when I say I hope to stay on your good side in particular."
- Drit makes a small hiss of laughter and signs to Grapmak, seeming to approve.
Drit signs in Drow Sign Language: "Heh. At least he has a sense of humor. That's a point in his favor."
Sszeyl:I see you, Kor.
Sszeyl:You fail at ninja.
Liatai:There, fixed. x3
Kor:bitch, that's a decoy. I'M BEHIND YOU MOFO.
Ezekiel Chirehan:"If I may be so bold as to ask, Chief Swiftaxe, I have been told that this tribe was recently formed from two tribes combining. What is your tribal color?"
- Grapmak looks impressed. "Red."
Ezekiel Chirehan:"Might you still require red clothing for your new members?"
Tathi:Tathi peers curiously at the sign on the door, and then smirks to Kor. "How quickly do you think I could come by a full collection of encyclopedias?"
Liatai:Be back in two shakes, sorry ^^''
- Grapmak laughs. "And he understands the concept of trade for acceptance. You did find a good tall-legs for the job, gnome."
Grapmak:He looks back at the human. "Then you understand what we will do if you break that trust, human?"
Tathi:Tathi checks around the building cautiously first. Any windows.. or perhaps small holes for a rat to sneak in?
Ezekiel Chirehan:"I have already been informed by the tribal elder," Ezekiel says, bowing slightly.
Grapmak:"Good." Grapmak looks to Gnogglebolt. "Was that all, gnome?"
Liatai:Search check!
Ghostwish:(quick! let's see how badly we can overload the DM!)
Liatai:For Tathi, I mean.
Liatai:XDLiatai:It's not so much 'overload the DM' as 'overload the DM's computer by making her switch maps.' :B
Tathi:« 1d20+3 = 10 + 3 = 13 » search!
Liatai:There is a gap under the front door that a rat might be able to squeeze through.
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt nods. "That is all, Grapmak Swiftaxe."
Sszeyl:Oh this will not end well.
LiNeer:Shhh, don't spoil my dinner. >:3
TMG:Rat familiar vesus cat familiar
TMG:FIGH
TMG:FIGHT
Tathi:"Kor, go have a peek.."
Tathi:"But first…"
Tathi:She casts Shocking Grasp, and stores it in Kor.
Ghostwish:Yes, I'm that evil. :}
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt heads back to the front desk.
Gnogglebolt:"Lastly…"
LiNeer:Spot check being rolled…
- You roll to yourself: 1d20+7 => 17 + 7 = 24
Gnogglebolt:"Who do I talk to to schedule a date for their trial, sir?" Gnogglebolt asks the man in charge.
Kor:Kor, armed to the whiskers, squeezes under the door for a peek. Er, lemme figure out his hide right quick, it is pretty high.
Kor:« 1d20+14 = 9 + 14 = 23 » hide!
Fat Guard In Charge:"You can ask me. I'll send the request along to the court."
Liatai:Spot check, Sszeyl?
Liatai:And one for Kor.
- You roll to yourself: 1d20+14 => 7 + 14 = 21
Kor:« 1d20+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 » spot!
Kor:He spots CHEESE!
Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 7 + 5 = 12 » Spot check!
Liatai:Kor does not spot death following on little cat feet, and Sszeyl does not spot the rat, or where LiNeer ran off to…
Gnogglebolt:"Hmm. Very well. I am thinking a trial five to seven days from now would work. However, I must also put in an addition that I -might- have to further postpone the trial. I will knwo fr certain if I must or not tomorrow."
Sszeyl:Ghost, I want to remind you of something.
Sszeyl:Hide checks do not counteract the Scent ability.
Kor:But Kor does see the drow, doesn't he? Tough luck kitty, that's mission accomplished. Kor turns back around, and scuttles back under the door. And yes, he does smell cat.
Fat Guard In Charge:"Fair enough. I will see what I can do."
Liatai:Initiative, Kor!
Gnogglebolt:"Thank you, good sir."
- You roll to yourself: 1d20+2 => 11 + 2 = 13
Kor:« 1d20+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 » init!
Gnogglebolt:"And with that, I shall be off." Gnogglebolt looks to Ezekiel. "I may or may not see you over the next few days.
LiNeer:You tried to escape too late. « 1d20+7 = 1 + 7 = 8 » POUNCE!
LiNeer:FAIL. XD
- LiNeer slips on a book and crashes to the floor with a loud, angry yowl.
Sszeyl:"Well that can't be good."
Kor:« 1d20+5 = 10 + 5 = 15 » touch attack!!!
- Zairith snaps up at the sound of LiNeer's yowl.
Ghostwish:oh dear gods I'm cackling like a madman. XD
LiNeer:You missed, little snack. >:3
Ghostwish:DRATS!
Ghostwish:d rats?
Sszeyl:Less talking, more fleeing.
LiNeer:POUNCE the second! « 1d20+7 = 15 + 7 = 22 »
TMG:Oh boy. Must watch how this turns out xD
TMG:o.o
Ghostwish:whoa there.
Ghostwish:I ain't done. ;)
Ghostwish:5 ft step. Under the door. He's got cover now. ;)
- Zairith watches the cat versus rat battle curiously.
LiNeer:CURSES. What's your AC, Kor?
TMG:(wonder when Sszeyl's going to recognize the rat >.> )
Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6 » Spot check!
Sszeyl::PTMG:Aaaaaaooooooowwww
Ghostwish:16TMG:..just 16? What's Kor's size?
Ghostwish:.. wait a damn second.. what's the modifier for tiny?
LiNeer:The cat's paw swipes under the door frame with claws out and manages to catch the rat's tail end. « 1d2-4 = 1 - 4 = -3 »
Sszeyl:Healing claws!
TMG:(minimum 1 damage)
TMG:….
TMG:LiNeer's got 2 Str? o.O
Kor:Why you cheeky son of a hairball! « 1d20+5 = 12 + 5 = 17 » touch attack!
Liatai:3.Sszeyl:She's old.
TMG:(er, 3 or 4?)
LiNeer:Miss. >:3
Kor:Kor backs up juuuuust enough to put him out of the claw's range.. but enough for him to tap the said claw. >:3
Zairith:Rolling a Spellcraft check, because LiNeer is telling him that's not normal rat behavior…
TMG:…he's a rat.
Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 19 + 5 = 24 » Spot check!
TMG:What the heck kind of reach does a rat have o.o
TMG:Ah, there we go :D
Ghostwish:Tech, not everything works in 5 by 5 squares, okay? :P
Sszeyl:"Waitwaitwait, Zairith call her off, calleroffcalleroffcalleroff!"
- Zairith 's eyes narrow. "We're being spied on."
Sszeyl:"That's the wood elf's familiar!"
Tathi:"The HELL are you doing, Kor!? Leave that cat alone!"
Kor:"EAT LIGHTNING PUSSY."
Zairith:"Give me and LiNeer a good reason. …" He pauses. "That is a good reason."
TMG:(ghost, no, not talking about 5b5 feet)
TMG:(I'm talking about realisticly. A ra has tiny stubby feet. it CANT reach. o.o )
Sszeyl:It has a face.
Sszeyl::DTMG:….Okay, granted.
- Zairith looks down at the rat. "Tell your master to come in properly instead of skulking around the door like an assassin, rat."
Zairith:"Let it go, LiNeer."
LiNeer:FINE. You win today, rat, but only because my master says so. >:E
Kor:"C'mon, feline! Take a swipe! I've got 3d6 worth of sqquueeaaakkk!!!!"
LiNeer:… Wait. That should be >.E. LiNeer only has one eye. :B
Sszeyl:Pika-chuuuu?
Liatai:XD XD XD
Tathi:Tathi pulls her rat from under the door by his tail. The indignant squeaking is deafening.
Tathi:Tathi opens the door a smidgen, and peeks in. "Sszeyl?"
Sszeyl:"Why hello, Tathi. :D These are my landlords."
- LiNeer glares up at the elf. >.(
- Kor glares death in return.
Tathi:Tathi steps in, and then looks down. "Is this the cat Kor was so intent on vaporizing?"
- LiNeer glares more death. DEEEEEATH. >.E
Sszeyl:"Yesyes."
- Kor gives the glare only a thousand mousetraps could manage!
Tathi:That is, until Tathi promptly shoves him into the folds of her cloak.
Zairith:"I should hope not, lest your familiar be the one facing vaporization… Tathi, was it?"
Sszeyl:"Yeah, to be perfectly blunt, Zairith's stronger than two of you. But that's neither here or there. What can we do you for? :D"
Tathi:"Right then." Tathi says, stepping around the cat as she draws out a sheet of paper. "Quite the odd company you keep." She says, and hands the slip to Sszeyl.. "Keep them quite keen on the fact they should stay as far away from these three as they can."
- Sszeyl takes the slip. Inspects.
- LiNeer follows, tail lashing.
LiNeer:Stop hiding, rat! >.E
Zairith:"LiNeer!" Zairith snaps.
Kor:A set of whiskers pokes out of the robe, and sneers at the cat.
- LiNeer starts, tail bottlebrushing; she spares one last glare for the rat before climbing onto her master's lap.
TMG:(also, I'm confused.)
Sszeyl:The paper?
Sszeyl:The details of it? :D
TMG:(Why is Sszeyl suddenly so cheery in the presence of the elf?)
Tathi:Tathi looks over at the other drow, quirking an eyebrow. "And here I thought I was the only one blessed with the most annoying familiar ever to live."
Sszeyl:Because she's his link to a group of people who want to kill Tebryn.
Kor:"HEY!"
Sszeyl:And the rest of the Drow nation.
TMG:Huh. o.o
Sszeyl:And LiNeer just tried to kill her familiar.
- Zairith spares a smile for the elf that doesn't quite seem to reach his eyes. "Hmm. Annoying, perhaps, but quite useful. Tell me this, Miss Tathi… Why did you not knock?"
Sszeyl:Hello?
Sszeyl:Wtf is on the paper? >:[
Tathi:"Because drow are ever so fond of trapping their doors in such wonderous ways other races tend to mistake it as a strange fetish of sorts." Tathi replies, without ever so much a moment's pause between question and answer.
Sszeyl:"Unfortunately, that's still true in parts."
Ghostwish:u askin' me?
Tathi:"Traps or fetish?"
Sszeyl:Asking both you and GM. :P
Zairith:"And knowing this, you risked your familiar's life by sending him under a strange door?"
Sszeyl:"Traps."
Liatai:The paper has the names of three anti-drow elven organizations on it, with a few details on each written beneath them. One wood elven, one high elven, and one mixed.
- Sszeyl hands the paper along to Zairith. "The details you asked for."
Tathi:"Of course. What do you do with your familiar? Use him to keep pests away?" She asks right back.
- Zairith accepts the paper. "Her, young Tathi. LiNeer is quite proudly female."
Gnogglebolt:(and as a minor side-thing…meanwhile, as the last thing to do for the night, Gnogglebolt goes to the temple of Pelor to see if it's open.)
Tathi:"Poor dodge."
Priest of Pelor:"Our temple doors are always open. Welcome, son of Glittergold."
Ghostwish:FIRE! http://intertuberecords.memebase.com/2011/01/26/viral-music-videos-hog-in-heaven-pumpkin-pie/
Sszeyl:"The wood elves should be…at least minimalized by the return of their forest."
Gnogglebolt:"Greetings, devout. Over a week ago, a goblin was brought here with a serious disease, and he lost a leg and an arm. He is still here, right?"
Sszeyl:"The high elves, on the other hand, are not so easily compensated."
Tathi:"I have some bad news in that regard."
Zairith:"Poor? On the contrary. Surely you treat your familiar with due respect and care as well?" The half-drow reads over the paper, memorizing the details within before passing it back to Sszeyl.
Priest of Pelor:"Yes, he is."
Tathi:"Numbers mean little. From what I have learned, the fanatics in my people are by far the most dangerous. I can only excuse them as driven mad with rage and loss."
Sszeyl:"Beyond even the return of their forests?"
Gnogglebolt:"May I see him? I visted a week ago, but I just like to be sure that things are right where I left them when I go away."
Tathi:"Sszeyl, the question I keep asking is if they will even give you a chance to do so. What I do not know is their timetable. I'd.. have to join them to get that information."
Sszeyl:"I will not ask you to do so if you do not wish it."
Liatai:Just for the sake of saying - the mixed group is the Burning Mountain. The high elven is the Maitraliat - the Slayers of the Forest Fire. And the wood elven is the Naira - the Ancient Home.
Tathi:"I don't. The last thing I want is to be associated with fanatics." She says, only taking a moment to swat at Kor, who was taunting a certain cat. She sighs, and rubs her forehead. "Frankly, I don't know what to do."
Zairith:"Might you be aware of the screening processes of these organizations, young Tathi?"
- LiNeer is sitting calmly, though her tail-twitches and glares at Kor speak volumes about what she would do if not bound by her master's word…
TMG:(…wonder if Sszeyl's every going to say, "You know, i know this gnome, he seems awfully good at getting people to cooperate and come to an agreement…" ;P Nah, j/k )
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Priest of Pelor:"The infirmaries are past visiting hours now, son of Glittergold. My apologies. Perhaps on the morn, after the daily sermon?"
Sszeyl:"The Gnome might be of use in this…but perhaps we should alert Orgollyss. The diplomats being trained could use the experience."
TMG:(oh dang, didn't think you'd really do it o.o )
Tathi:"Diplomats?" Tathi says with raised eyebrows. "I see you've done more than just change your ruling body.."
Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt's shoulders fall. "Ah, a shame. Very well then, I shall return in the morning."
Sszeyl:"We seek to change the Drow on the most basic of levels. But…the methods being used are not ideal presently. Hence my being here."
Priest of Pelor:"May Pelor grant safety to you during your walk in the dark, son of Glittergold."
Zairith:"If diplomats are what you seek, I may find some among my contacts in the north."
Gnogglebolt:"Thank you." Gnogglebolt waves as he goes down the temple steps again, and heads to the inn he was staying at before. When he gets there, the first thing he does is making sure Salishea's items are still where he hid them.
Liatai:They are. ^^
Sszeyl:"The returning of the forests was my only card to play, for the wood elves. I do not even know the basic grievance with the High Elves."
Tathi:Tathi sighs. "Yes, I am painfully aware of the process for the Naira. They'd accept me at the drop of the hat as they have been trying to. My name was on the roster at the acadamy, and…" She stops, looking sad for a moment.. "My old mentor has taken up with them. For anyone else, the screening is fairly intense. Lots of magical scrying, old ways of discerning that you truely are a wood elf." She says. "Now, as for the Burning Mountain, they're a bit more standard. Background checks, a bit of magical probing, but they're not as, well, crazy as the Naira, but still fairly severe. I don't know anything about the high0elf group."
Gnogglebolt:Relatively confident things, big and little, are going well and where they should be, Gnogglebolt sleeps in the inn bed for the night.
Tathi:*high-elf
Zairith:"The War itself, and the actions prior, young Terror. The high elves have always been at the throats of the drow, from the beginning."
TMG:(Gnogglebolt itself is out for tonight, but I'll stick around and watch.)
Liatai:Itself? :P
Sszeyl:"I will still try to keep them at bay. Tebryn would be at the forefront of any attempt to repel an invasion, and that is unacceptable."
Tathi:She smirks. "If memory serves, wise drow, I believe the aquatic elves are the only ones you have not angered at one point or another?"
TMG:"Nope. There was this thing, you see, it involved mackerel and and a whirlpool…"
Sszeyl:Gawddamn, we're approaching ten hours.
Zairith:"Hm." Another slight smile that doesn't quite seem to go all the way up. "You flatter me, young Tathi, but I am only half drow, not a full-blooded one."
- Lethiriss is sitting very still, like a viper sitting in a tree watching creatures pass below.
Lethiriss:*With her unblinking eyes, this could be somewhat unnerving. >.>*
Sszeyl:"There is much to do…and we still have not even recovered from the war."
Tathi:"Well, at least you are unique then. It seems I can't walk down the street without some half-human asking me if we're related." She says, grimacing a bit.
Tathi:Sadly, Tathi is too distracted to notice Kor over her shoulder, doing a taunt dance to LiNeer.
Kor:Squeak! Squeak! Yah, can't touch this! Squeak! Squeak! Yah, can't touch this!
Sszeyl:OKAY
Sszeyl:Been up way too long.
Sszeyl:Got. Too. Sleep.
TMG:x3Zairith:"Unique… that is one way to see it, I would suppose. At the very least, your 'long lost relatives' do not bring swords and pitchforks against you. You may want to tell your familiar to control himself, by the way, lest LiNeer decide to take matters into her own claws."
Liatai:Yeah, same here. XD
Ghostwish:must sleep XD
Liatai:Sleeeeeep. XD
Ghostwish:Okay, tathi, after smacking Kor upside the whiskers, goes back to sleeping at the inn..
Liatai:All right.
Liatai:Now!
Sszeyl:"…I need to Trance, and warn Tebryn tomorrow. Ohgods, how much would it cost to send a letter all the way to Ezzebek?"
Liatai:We sleep! XD
- Ghostwish sleeps!
Ghostwish is disconnected.
MeanyOwl is disconnected.
Liatai:Good night, all. I may see some of you in IRC while I finish up my homework… Oy. XD
Liatai:Saving log…