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TMG:I can be audience? :3
Liatai:You can. I've given you ownership of the audience snake. :3
Liatai:Be back in two shakes!
MeanyOwl:Yo.
Liatai:All right, I'm back. :3 Just slipping into character.
TMG:alrighty, map loaded
TMG:one quick question
Liatai:Yes?
TMG:The start of next session, about maybe an hour or two after leaving the dungeon, is going to be lootsplitting. Will Sszeyl have been there?
MeanyOwl is disconnected.
TMG:and this is after that?
TMG:x_x
Liatai:I'll just roll some dice really quick while you ask. « 1d20+5 = 5 + 5 = 10 »
Liatai:To answer your question, yes. This would be after lootsplitting, at night, either before or after Sszeyl's trance. Whether Sszeyl is actually present at the lootsplitting is Meany's choice, however.
Liatai:« 1d20+5 = 4 + 5 = 9 »
Liatai:« 1d20+5 = 11 + 5 = 16 »
Liatai:There we go. x3
TMG:Hmm. o.o wonder what those rolls were for…
Liatai:Climb checks. x3
MeanyOwl has connected.
Liatai:I'll whisper you what you missed, Meany. :3
MeanyOwl:Kay.
MeanyOwl:Sszeyl would be at the lootsplitting.
MeanyOwl:Because Barbie hijacked his cart to transport all the stuff.
MeanyOwl::3
TMG:Oh yes, of course. x3
Zairith:And just to make this explicitly stated; Zairith would be asking Sszeyl about how the expedition went when he returned to the house. x3
MeanyOwl:So, pile of coffins outside Zairith's house? :3
TMG:So, this is the night that very dayor when Sszeyl walks in the doorright after that lootsplitting.
Zairith:Since — PFFT. XD Maybe in the back of the house.
Sszeyl:In position. :O
Zairith:What I was going to say is, typically when Zairith asks Sszeyl about his adventures, either Sszeyl hands over his journal or it's just said that "Sszeyl tells the whole story." Would this be true now?
TMG:"Alright, here's your motivation; you're a Dark Elf who's slowly going crazy, and your allies are strarting to get on your nerves. The last adventure in particular took a toll on you. You're walking to the house of your mentor, whom you frequenlty decide not to talk to usually, and occasionally ignore or misinterpret his advice."
TMG:"Okay? Aaaand…action!"
TMG::3
Zairith:If so, we can skip straight to the pre- or post-trance part of it. If not, we can play it out. Up to you. :3
Sszeyl:Sszeyl would tell the story…in a disjointed sort of way.
Sszeyl:Understanding of linear progression is starting to degrade.
TMG:(if I may comment, yeah, I'm wondering if all the 'drowtalk' happens right as Sszeyl walks in, mixed with him telling the story. Would probably be easier that way, in my observing opinion)
Liatai:Up to you, Meany. Timeskip, or no timeskip?
MeanyOwl:« 1d2 = 2 » Where one is timeskip and two is to not timeskip.
MeanyOwl::3
Liatai:Let me move people into position, then — I had them set up in timeskip positions. x3
TMG:(may I propose an in-character explanation?)
MeanyOwl:Hmm? :U
TMG:Sszeyl walks in, and tells the story in a blank, dry way with faily minimal details, and isn't responsive to questions. Zairith is certainly smart enough to realize this means Sszeyl -needs- his rest, and would push any futher. Just an idea.)
MeanyOwl:Sszeyl hasn't reached that phase of instability yet.
TMG:*shrug* alright then, cary on
TMG:*carry
MeanyOwl:He's just coming out of the violent phase.
GM:Action!
MeanyOwl:Well into euphoric.
Sszeyl:"Lucrezia! I'm home! :D"
Sszeyl: (( Drow equivelant of Lucy. ))
Sszeyl: (( :3 ))
Lethiriss:"Who isss Lucrezia?"
Sszeyl:"Drow phrase. :3"
- Rhylinar snickers and waves; the table is set for dinner, and there is a plate for Sszeyl made up.
- LiNeer hops up on the table and looks over Sszeyl.
Sszeyl:The Drow is covered in gore, and in dust.
TMG:(oh, so you're not timeskipping? righto…)
Sszeyl:Leaning on the chair, obviously not sitting down in this state.
Sszeyl:"How was your day? :D"
Rhylinar:"Webs above, I'd think we should be asking you that," Rhylinar says, raising an eyebrow at the state of Sszeyl's clothes.
Sszeyl:"Raided a necromancer's lair."
Sszeyl:"By the way, Rhylinar, I have to ask -you- a question." Uh oh, Sszeyl's sounding disturbingly happy and saccharine.
Zairith:"Are you injured?"
Sszeyl:"Our healer was very prompt with his responses, not even a scar. :D"
Sszeyl:But there is a copious amount of blood on Sszeyl's abdomen.
Sszeyl:"Back to Rhylinar though."
- Zairith notes this, but does not pry further… for now. Just observing.
Rhylinar:"Can it wait until after dinner?" Rhylinar frowns down at his plate, which still has some food on it.
Sszeyl:The younger Drow holds up his hand, and opens it, so that the silver unholy symbol of Lolth drops and is suspended in the air by the chain woven around Sszeyl's fingers.
Rhylinar:Well, if you were looking for a way to make him forget his food, you found it. Rhylinar quickly stands, and Zairith's eyebrows rise.
Rhylinar:"… Where did you find that?"
Sszeyl:"Thought that would catch your attention. :3"
Sszeyl:"Found the missing old Drow woman's skeleton. This was on it."
Rhylinar:"It was, huh…"
Lethiriss:Lethiriss is watching the whole scene unfold, unblinking, quite still.
Sszeyl:"By the Order's edicts, I must send a missive to the Monstroscity informing I have found a former worshipper of Lolth. He might deem it interesting enough to send someone else to investigate."
Sszeyl:"Could you be a friend and warn your friends about this possibility?"
- Rhylinar looks over to Zairith briefly.
Zairith:"… I believe you owe us a more thorough explanation, young Terror, rather than simply displaying the symbols of deities. Where was this? Are you certain this was the female drow you sought?"
Sszeyl:"Woke up the necromancer who commanded it. Got him to admit it was the one purchased from the goblin tribes, and having an antrhopologist examine the skeleton tomorrow morning."
Sszeyl:"The lair was over on…somewhere East…dillapidated house was on top."
Sszeyl:"Speaking of, that house is in a very good location. If I can find the owner, convince them to let me buy it, and fix it up, I could start earning a reputation as a landlord. :D"
Sszeyl:"The extensive basement just adds to the property value."
Zairith:The two brothers exchange a somewhat disbelieving look.
Zairith:"… Perhaps it would be better to discuss this in the morning. You have clearly had a trying day, young Terror." Translation from tactful-speak - 'there's something wrong with you, kid. :/'
Sszeyl:"Oh most certainly."
Sszeyl:"Got some decent gold, an owlbear skeleton, and some furniture out of the deal though."
Rhylinar:"Furniture? You sure it's not cursed?"
Sszeyl:"Oh, my cave will be so fashionable. I hope I have it set up before the halflings and catfolk come through."
Sszeyl:"Our cleric looked it over. The truly evil things are slated to be burned."
Sszeyl:"I just snagged some cots, and coffins."
Sszeyl:"As raw materials, of course."
Sszeyl::3
- Lethiriss flicks her tongue slightly. "… Are you cccertain you feel all right, Sssssszeyl?"
Sszeyl:"Oh heavens no."
Sszeyl:"I'm fairly certain I've gone completely insane. ;^"
Zairith:Just when you think you've heard it all… "… Perhaps you'll feel more sane with a good meal and a night of trance."
Sszeyl:"Oh no, this has been going on for a couple of weeks now."
Sszeyl::D
Zairith:"It has?"
Sszeyl:"I think Trofim's crazy might be at least partially contagious. And yes."
Sszeyl:"Just becoming harder to hide it."
Rhylinar:Rhylinar returns to his seat slowly, eyes still on the monk, like he doesn't quite trust him to not try and hit him over the head with the holy symbol once he gets in range. "What's going on, Sszeyl?"
Sszeyl:"These infuriating mortals can't seem to leave me alone long enough to get back into a proper Drow frame of thinking. It's always come help us kill that, or go off to wander in that direction, or help the Owlbear skeleton's breaking down a wall."
Sszeyl:"Speaking of, I'll need to have a stone mason fix that wall when I buy the house. »"
- Rhylinar listens quietly, but that might have been the barest hint of a small smile — blink and you'll miss it. He's just letting Sszeyl talk, for now.
Sszeyl:"Having to deal with all this information so quickly-it builds up. To the point where I've had to forcibly shut down parts of my brain during Trance to keep from violent outbursts."
- LiNeer eyes Sszeyl's plate. If you don't want that, there's no sense letting it go to waste…
Sszeyl:"That is no longer an option. 8D"
Zairith:*Leave it alone and let the boy speak, LiNeer.*
LiNeer:*Bah. I'm owed leftovers after this for good behavior. I won't let you forget, Master.*
Sszeyl:"The gnome, the one who visited here occassionaly, he got between me and the necromancer I was interrogating."
Sszeyl:"Since I had gotten a knife to help in the questioning, it was very difficult to not swing it at him."
Rhylinar:Rhylinar considers… he drums his fingers on the table idly. "… Sszeyl, Zai tells me you're an artist. Is that right?"
Sszeyl:"Only when someone needs a wall painted, or to illustrate things around the Aboveground for Tebryn. o3o"
Rhylinar:"Close enough for me. When do you usually rouse from trance?"
Sszeyl:"Around the twenty-fourth and first hours."
Rhylinar:"Should still be awake then… Right. Here's what we'll do. Eat your dinner before it gets cold, kid, and have yourself a trance. When you feel like moving again, hop on up to the roof. We'll talk."
Sszeyl:"Okay. :D But I very much doubht Lehtiriss wants her good wooden chairs all covered in corpseblood and unholy dust."
Rhylinar:"Er… I can still get up on the roof, right, Zai, Lethiriss?" ^^;
Sszeyl:"Back in two shakes. o3o"
Sszeyl: (( Timeskip? :3 ))
Lethiriss:"I doubt we could ssstop you even if we sssaid no…" Lethiriss sighs.
Liatai:And now timeskip. :3 Give me a few shakes to refill my teacup and move people to their new positions.
MeanyOwl:In the meantime.
MeanyOwl:Tech!
MeanyOwl:You around? :3
TMG:buh?
Liatai:He was around a second ago, he was moving the audience snake around… Ah!
MeanyOwl:Liatea full? :o
Liatai:Liatai has better. Liatai found chocolate. :D
MeanyOwl: O:
Liatai:Anyway, ask Tech what you wanted to ask, and then roll a Listen check whenever you're ready to continue. :3
MeanyOwl:I took it over to whispers. :3
Liatai:Ah. x3
Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 17 + 5 = 22 » Listen check!
- Sszeyl can hear that the hills are alive with the sound of music. :o
Liatai:Sszeyl's ears are especially sharp tonight after coming out of trance… sharp enough to hear a soft thud and a muffled Elven swear outside the house, a small scuffling sound, and then a few quiet sounds on the roof overhead.
Liatai:(This was what those Climb checks were for. x3)
TMG:Teehee. x3
Sszeyl:Any windows in this room? :o
Liatai:« 1d2 = 1 »
Liatai:Yes, a small one with a curtain on the northern wall.
Sszeyl:Too small to climb out of? :o
Liatai:… One sec.
Liatai:Slight family crisis.
TMG: D:
MeanyOwl:Kk.
MeanyOwl: :[
MeanyOwl:Go, deal, we can wait.
MeanyOwl:Good luck! :O
Liatai:Okay… I think it's calmed down now. Minor meltdown on a family member's part, had to be the stable one to lean on. ^^;
Liatai:Life imitates art, huh? ;P
TMG:Oh man o.o if there's anything left for you to take care of, definitely do so…
TMG:Ouch. ^^;
MeanyOwl:^^;;
Liatai:No, he's calmed down now, and is talking with others. I've been dismissed. ^^;
Liatai:Anyway… « 1d2 = 1 »
Liatai:The window is wide enough to climb out of, if you wriggle a little.
- Sszeyl does so.
Liatai:Escape Artist check!
Liatai:Dex check, if you're not trained. ^^;
Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 18 + 2 = 20 » Escape artist check!
Liatai:You handily wriggle your way out the window!
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14 » Climb check!
Liatai:Oof! So close. At least you don't fall loudly.
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14 » Climb check!
Liatai:Well, they say doing the same thing twice the exact same way and expecting different results IS the definition of insanity… ;P
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 20 + 4 = 24 » Climb check!
TMG:not if you're checking for consistent data :.
TMG:xP
Liatai:Now THAT worked better. You used the window ledge as a foothold this time, and easily made it up onto the roof! Allow me to vworp you. :3
Sszeyl:"You summoned?"
- Rhylinar is sitting on the roof with his back to you with a small stack of wood next to him… he seems focused on something. Might want to speak louder.
Sszeyl:"Boo."
Rhylinar:« 1d20+5 = 10 + 5 = 15 »
- Rhylinar jumps, but fortunately, doesn't cut himself on the knife and block of wood in his hands!
Rhylinar:"— Ah, there you are."
Rhylinar:"Come on, pull up a seat. Plenty of room."
- Sszeyl does so.
Rhylinar:There is a small pile of various-sized and -shaped pieces of wood on the roof next to Rhylinar, and a knife. Rhylinar returns to the piece of wood he's holding, shaving off small pieces with the knife he holds. "What do you think? Was trying to make it into LiNeer, but now it's looking less cat-like and more canine to me."
Sszeyl:"I actually think it looks like one of those raccoon things."
Rhylinar:"Raccoon, huh?" Snik, snik, snik. "Think the ears are a little too big for that."
Sszeyl:"Semantics."
Rhylinar:Snik, snik, snik. Rhylinar pauses for a moment and tilts the piece of wood, looking at it from a new angle. "… Been doing this for a good fifteen years or so before trance. It's… kinda calming. It's something you need to slow down on, take time to think, focus yourself. And at the end of it, you've got something solid, something tangible you made with your own hands."
Rhylinar:"… course, it helps keep the old knife skills sharp, too," he adds with a wry smile.
Sszeyl:"I can see why."
Rhylinar:Snik, snik, snik. Craft check - « 1d20+5 = 2 + 5 = 7 »
Rhylinar:"… well, looks like I'll be making those ears smaller after all." The other drow chuckles.
TMG:Rhylinar could do with taking his own advice. taking 10? xP
Liatai:XPLiatai:Chalk it up to nervousness being watched while crafting? xP
TMG:Heh.
Rhylinar:"You have anything like that, Sszeyl?" Taking 10 to fix that mangled ear. :B
Sszeyl:"Practicing forms used to do that. Now they're mechanical to the point where it does nothing."
- Rhylinar smirks. "If only politics didn't exist. You'd get along with half-sister Bel." Snik, snik, snik.
Sszeyl:"If politics didn't exist, the people who practice it might develop an even worse habit to pour their time into."
- Rhylinar frowns a little, flicking a shaving of wood away across the rooftop. "… Part of me wonders how much of that is Sszeyl speaking and how much of that is Zilvudar."
Sszeyl:"If more than a slight flavour of it was Zilvudar I'd have woven a subtle threat in some how. I'd hate to see what a dose of Yazagh would bring out."
Sszeyl:"Probably something involving an allusion to my own transient immortality."
Rhylinar:"Creepy old bird." Snik.
Sszeyl:"And not the best source to learn conversation from either."
Rhylinar:"Wasn't any less creepy when he was House Helvirahel instead of Orgolloyss, I've heard."
Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 10 + 2 = 12 » Wis check!
Sszeyl: (( To remember that name. :o ))
Liatai:Knowledge (history) would also be appropriate, as would (local).
Sszeyl: (( Lack either knowledges. ))
Sszeyl: (( And I think that name was already mentioned. ))
Liatai:House Helvirahel is a drow family allied with the Order of Orgolloyss… that's about all Sszeyl knows, though.
Sszeyl:"Hmm."
Sszeyl:"That was before my time."
Rhylinar:"Before mine, too."
Rhylinar:"Like I said. Creepy old bird. And I don't know about you, but I'm not old." Wry grin.
Sszeyl:"I wouldn't know."
Rhylinar:"Hm?"
Sszeyl:"As one trained to guard the border, I was not taught how to judge age."
- Rhylinar snickers. "You'd think that'd be a good skill for a border guard to know. Helps with descriptions. I'm guessing you're… mm. Mid-sixties to low eighties?"
Sszeyl:"Upper eighties."
Rhylinar:"Aw! Well, I was close on one end of the guessing range." Snik, snik, snik… a little flourish on the fur. « 1d20+5 = 1 + 5 = 6 » "Guess I can't say I'm double your age, then."
Rhylinar:"Ow!"
Rhylinar:The other drow shakes out his hand and drops the 'raccoon,' which now has a nice gash in it. There's a little blood on the knife. "Sss— that's what I get for not paying attention."
Sszeyl:"…Perhaps illustration would be safer."
Rhylinar:"Aah. If you can't take a little cut, you shouldn't be holding a knife in the first place." Rhylinar inspects his hand.
Sszeyl:"It's the resulting infection that would be my concern."
Sszeyl:"Having tiny particles of wood thrust into the wound-they could heal over and fester in the flesh."
Rhylinar:"That's why you wash things out — or let your body do it for you," Rhylinar says, searching in a pocket with his uninjured hand and bringing out a small strip of cloth.
Rhylinar:"Like I said. If you don't know how to handle a wound, you've got no business handling a weapon."
Sszeyl:"Is that a challenge? :D"
- Sszeyl pulls that knuckles crack by flexing fingers trick again.
Rhylinar:"… which I think Zai's been trying to tell you, in his roundabout way." Heal check - « 1d20+4 = 3 + 4 = 7 » He then looks up at Sszeyl… was that a glimmer of interest?
Liatai:.. a small cut's probably DC 5. :B
Rhylinar:"Depends. What kind of challenge were you thinking?" Grin.
Sszeyl:"I won't suggest something as potentially fatal as the Trial of the Long Knives, but do you surface dwellers have a less…fatal counterpart to it?"
TMG:(ooh, eragon reference xD )
Rhylinar:"You'll have to tell me what that is first. I'm not Orgolloyss, remember. Kenaghim."
Sszeyl:"Two opponents take two daggers. They each cut a line across their own wrist. Whomever can endure the most cuts wins the contest."
Sszeyl:"But they have to let the resulting wounds heal naturally."
Sszeyl:"So infection tends to kill them."
Rhylinar:"Well, you're not a healer, and I'm sure not," he says, holding up his somewhat-clumsily-bandaged hand, "so let's not go that way. I'd be up for a spar, though, as an alternative."
Sszeyl:"That sounds agreeable."
Rhylinar:He looks down at the roof for a moment… then grins. "See how long we can go before waking up Zai and Leth, or should we relocate?"
Sszeyl:"Zairith might break out the fireballs if we wake him. To the ground?"
Rhylinar:"To the ground."
Liatai:Give me a few moments to clear some vision blocking so there's room. :3
Rhylinar:"… Other side of the house. Zai and Leth's room's over here."
Rhylinar:"You comin', Sszeyl?"
Sszeyl::3Rhylinar:« 1d20+13 = 7 + 13 = 20 »
Sszeyl: (( Attack or init? :o ))
Rhylinar:Rhylinar hops off the roof and rolls when he lands, standing up without a scratch.
Liatai:Tumble check. x3
Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 13 + 3 = 16 » Tumble check!
Rhylinar:"Not bad for a kid in his eighties."
Rhylinar:"So, what rules are we going by? Nonlethal, of course… weapons, no weapons?"
Rhylinar:"You're the challenger, you set the rules. :3"
Sszeyl:"You can use weapons if you like, I left my staff in my room. ^.^;;"
Rhylinar:"Go get it, if you want. Night's still young, there's no hurry."
Sszeyl:Ker-staff fetch!
Liatai:Climbing back through the window? x3
Sszeyl:Si. :3
LiNeer:Oh, look who's come to watch. .3
Sszeyl:"Age before beauty. :3"
Rhylinar:"One last thing."
Rhylinar:"Points go to whoever gets the first hit, or are we going to whoever cries uncle first?"
Sszeyl:"Considering I'm prone to not giving up until four fifths of my blood is on someone else, let's go by points. :D"
Rhylinar:"Heh, so Zai's told me. All right, points it is. And you're the newcomer around here, so it's only fair you'd get the first shot." He stands with his hands in his pockets, watching.
Sszeyl:"…First shot? I don't have a crossbow with me. o-O;;"
Rhylinar:Snicker. "I mean you go first."
TMG:whup, gotta go in a sec.
TMG:Also, wonder i Rhy is actually going to, you know, try to fix Sszeyl's mind >.>
TMG:*if Rhy
Liatai:Warrior Therapy. x3
Sszeyl:"Ah, okay. :3"
Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 16 + 3 = 19 » Staff crack! For « 1d6+3 = 1 + 3 = 4 » nonlethal damage.
TMG:and away…
TMG is disconnected.
Sszeyl: (( Seeya! ))
Sszeyl:Erp, not updated. o-O
Sszeyl: (( One moment. :3 ))
Sszeyl: (( Attack macros updated. :D ))
Rhylinar:The other drow had dodged back with surprising speed — but not quite far enough. The tip of the staff caught him on the shoulder. "Hey, not bad!" (Assuming Sszeyl's base attack bonus has gone up by 1, at least. x3)
Sszeyl: (( Yep. Just one. :3 ))
Rhylinar:"That's a point to you." Where the heck did that dagger come from? When did Rhylinar take his hands out of his pockets? Steel flashes in Sszeyl's direction - « 1d20+8 = 12 + 8 = 20 » against Sszeyl's flat-footed AC, for « 1d4 = 4 » nonlethal damage.
Rhylinar:"And I'd say that's one to me."
Sszeyl:"So it is. :3"
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 1 + 4 = 5 » Drow punch!
Sszeyl:"Oof, apparently bloodloss is not my friend today. o-O;;"
Rhylinar:"You all right? Need to sit down?"
Rhylinar:Rhylinar flicks the dagger, but does not attack — Spot check versus « 1d20+16 = 6 + 16 = 22 » to see where it went, otherwise, it just disappeared.
Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 3 + 5 = 8 » Spot check!
Sszeyl::3
Sszeyl:"No, no, I'm fine."
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 12 + 4 = 16 » Staff crack! For « 1d6+3 = 1 + 3 = 4 » nonlethal damage.
Rhylinar:"If you say so. You lurch like that again, though, and I'm taking you in for Lethiriss to look at." Dodge!
Rhylinar:Still not attacking. |3
Sszeyl:"Hmm, if this insanity is affecting my combat abilities, perhaps I should consult a mentalist."
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 16 + 4 = 20 » Drow punch!
Rhylinar:"Umph! There's another point to you."
Sszeyl:« 1d6+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 » Nonlethal. :3
Sszeyl:"And how many points do we go to in this system?"
Rhylinar:"You're the challenger, you decide." Before you can get a word out, though, the drow's leg sweeps out — « 1d20+11 = 2 + 11 = 13 » melee touch attack!
Rhylinar:« 1d20 = 15 » Strength check — you may oppose with Strength or Dexterity, whichever is higher.
Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 18 + 3 = 21 » Strength check!
Rhylinar:You've avoided being tripped! And you can make a Strength check immediately to try and trip Rhylinar, instead.
Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 17 + 3 = 20 » Strength check!
Rhylinar:« 1d20+6 = 18 + 6 = 24 » opposed Dex check!
Sszeyl:"Dang. Nearly had you there."
Rhylinar:"Not sure if that counts as a point, though," he says, stepping back.
Sszeyl:"Depends on the criteria for making a point."
- Sszeyl attempts a different angle!
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 16 + 4 = 20 » Staff crack! For « 1d6+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 » nonlethal damage.
Rhylinar:"You're the challenger, your call. Or should we let our observer decide?" Smirk and a vague gesture to LiNeer before taking another staff crack. "Heh. Guess it's time to get a little more serious about this."
Rhylinar:« 1d20+11 = 8 + 11 = 19 » « 1d20+6 = 12 + 6 = 18 » drow punch and drow punch!
Sszeyl:"Oof!"
Rhylinar:« 1d3 = 1 » and « 1d3 = 2 » nonlethal damage on those. "Guess we're even again." Grin.
Sszeyl: (( Does he have Improved Unarmed Strike to avoide AoO? :o ))
Liatai:He does.
Liatai:That's how he avoided an AoO on the trip attempt, too. x3
Sszeyl:"Not bad. Scorpion school?"
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 4 + 4 = 8 » Staff crack! For « 1d6+3 = 4 + 3 = 7 » nonlethal damage.
Rhylinar:"Nah. Probably not a school you've ever heard of. Before your time." Dodge!
Rhylinar:"… though, I wonder how much is still taught." Wry grin followed by a kick — « 1d20+11 = 5 + 11 = 16 » for « 1d3 = 3 » nonlethal damage!
Sszeyl:"Terrors are not versed on the goings on in the mercanery district unless we are to patrol there."
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 10 + 4 = 14 » Staff crack! For « 1d6+3 = 4 + 3 = 7 » nonlethal damage.
Rhylinar:"If anything, if you were being trained for a border guard position — " Dodge! Slippery little blighter, ain't he? "— that would be where you'd be more likely to come across it."
Rhylinar:Not attacking! |3
Sszeyl:"Perhaps my Boogey was supposed to teach that then."
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 18 + 4 = 22 » Staff crack! For « 1d6+3 = 4 + 3 = 7 » nonlethal damage.
Rhylinar:"Your wha —? Umph!"
Sszeyl:"How many points are we both at? I think it was three for me, and five for you."
Rhylinar:"Four even, if we're not counting the leg sweep."
Sszeyl:"Ah."
Sszeyl:"A Boogey is the rank of Orgolloyss below Monster."
Sszeyl:"A Boogey trains a Nightmare to become a new Boogey, and so recieve promotion to Monster."
Rhylinar:"Sounds more like human slang than an object of fear to me…" He takes a step back, then circles around.
Rhylinar:« 1d20+4 = 11 + 4 = 15 » A skill check… Carry on.
Sszeyl:"I blame this language."
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 13 + 4 = 17 » Staff crack! For « 1d6+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 » nonlethal damage.
Rhylinar:Ah, but you moved through a threatened sqare, didn't you?
Sszeyl:"How about we take this contest to six points, hmm? Not too far?"
Sszeyl:Yep. :3
Rhylinar:« 1d20+11 = 10 + 11 = 21 » AoO kick!
Sszeyl: (( Feel free to AoO. ))
Sszeyl: (( Hit! ))
Rhylinar:« 1d3 = 2 » damage.
Rhylinar:"I'd feel better calling it here. Any more hits from me and you're liable to fall over. Unless you wanna take a few more shots?"
Sszeyl:"I think I've grown more resilient from being disembowled by an owlbear corpse, but okay."
Liatai:Ah, so that count of non-lethal was a counter of how much damage was taken, not how much was remaining?
Liatai:On your token, I mean. I noticed the non-lethal damage counter.
Sszeyl: (( Yep. :3 ))
Sszeyl: (( On all counts. ))
Rhylinar:"Well, if you think so. We can keep going. But pay attention to what your body's saying to you — if you feel like you're gonna black out, just say the word and we'll stop."
Sszeyl:"What an odd philosophy."
Rhylinar:"Huh?"
Sszeyl:"Stopping at signs of intense damage instead of pressing onward."
Rhylinar:"… Sheesh, they really do train you kids to death at Orgolloyss, don't they. How're you supposed to get better at anything if you don't know when to retreat and learn from your mistakes?"
Rhylinar:"Dead men don't talk, and they can't learn, either."
Sszeyl:"How are we supposed to endure war if we cannot press our bodies beyond our limits?"
Rhylinar:"There's a fine line between testing yourself and damaging yourself by going too far."
Sszeyl:"Hmm. Perhaps they intended to go deeper into that during the apprenticeship."
Sszeyl:"Terrors are not expected to fight zombies…much."
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 5 + 4 = 9 » Staff crack! For « 1d6+3 = 5 + 3 = 8 » nonlethal damage.
Sszeyl:"Dang! And I was sure you were distracted!"
Rhylinar:"I'll bet there are a lot of old monks in Orgolloyss with joint problems if that's what they teach you…" Lazy dodge!
Sszeyl:"There is a reason Zilvudar can believeably pass as decripit."
Sszeyl:"And why Yazagh with his cursed youthfulness is a rarity."
Rhylinar:"First rule of combat — don't underestimate your opponent," he fires back, with a quick jab — « 1d20+7 = 9 + 7 = 16 »
Rhylinar:« 1d3 = 2 » nonlethal damage on that.
Sszeyl:"Oof, getting dizzy. o-O"
Sszeyl:"LiNeer, didn't notice you. :o"
Rhylinar:"All right. One last hit from you, and we'll call it for now."
LiNeer:*Someone has to make sure you two aren't getting up to mischief. You're not getting up to mischief, are you? |3 *
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Liatai:Rhylinar: "All right. One last hit from you, and we'll call it for now." LiNeer: *Someone has to make sure you two aren't getting up to mischief. You're not getting up to mischief, are you? |3 *
Meany:Thankee.
Sszeyl:"…Did LiNeer just talk?"
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 19 + 4 = 23 » Staff crack! For « 1d6+3 = 2 + 3 = 5 » nonlethal damage.
Rhylinar:"I didn't think I hit you THAT hard — hah! Good one!"
Sszeyl:"Thank you. :3"
Rhylinar:"How's your head?"
Sszeyl:"I'm hearing a faint ringing sound."
Sszeyl:"Nothing else seems to be malfunctioning."
Rhylinar:"Sorry about that. You left yourself wide open that time you moved up to counter me circling around."
Sszeyl:"I once managed a trick to avoid that."
Rhylinar:"Oh?"
Sszeyl:"But it was spur of the moment-not sure how to repeat it."
Sszeyl:"Like that breaking Michah's arm."
Rhylinar:"Let's head in and get you something to drink, then we'll see if we can't figure out how you did it."
Sszeyl:"Alrighty."
Sszeyl:"And how to do you intend to do that with the door locked? »"
Rhylinar:"Door's locked… How'd you get out?"
Sszeyl:"Window."
- Rhylinar laughs!
Sszeyl:"Should still be open, just try not to get stuck."
Rhylinar:"Zai's gonna start saying I'm a bad influence on you if you keep doing that," he says, still snickering.
Sszeyl:"Speaking of windows and doors, I need to have someone drop by those caves and install some."
Rhylinar:« 1d20+13 = 20 + 13 = 33 » Rolling for ones…
Rhylinar:And getting the complete opposite! The window doesn't even slow him down. XD
Rhylinar:"Water, water, where does Leth keep the water… and the cups… There we go."
- LiNeer saunters in like she owns the place… well, in her eye, she does. |3
Rhylinar:"Drink up; fluids help with blood loss given enough time."
- Sszeyl drinks.
Rhylinar:"What were you fighting when you did that avoiding thing you mentioned earlier?"
Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 3 + 2 = 5 » Wis check!
Sszeyl: (( To remember, because I don't. |3" ))
Liatai:I thought you did. XD
Liatai:Well, we can assume this is the start of the Improved Grapple learning?
Sszeyl: (( Sure. :D ))
Sszeyl: (( I remember someone remarking it was a clever trick to avoid AoOs. ))
Liatai:Awareness check, how are you doing?
Sszeyl: (( Probably during the direwolf fight. ))
Liatai:Yep. :3
Meany:I'm good. A bit itchy for games now, thought. |3
Liatai:Ohhhh. I remember now. It was when Sszeyl was moving through the door to get to the wolves. He moved through squares that didn't provoke AoOs. x3
Liatai:People hadn't noticed that route around the wolves, and noted it was clever. :3
- Rhylinar also grabs a cup of water and drinks — "You've got a strong arm. My shoulder still stings from that first hit." ^^;
Sszeyl:"Strongest Drow of my generation, fifteen times running."
Sszeyl:"That little punk from the upper Horrors probably stole my title already. »"
Rhylinar:"Hehe."
Rhylinar:"Man, you and Bel would have a lot to talk about if she wouldn't be so inclined to — I'm getting ahead of myself." Drink.
Sszeyl:"Very nearly slipped there, you did."
Sszeyl: (( You pinged out of the IRC. ))
Liatai:Good to know. :o I didn't have any indication I had.
Rhylinar:"Terrible habit." Sip.
Sszeyl:"I..seem to recall it was during the fight with some wolves."
Sszeyl:"Two fiends and a Dire specimen."
Rhylinar:"Might be hard to model… Was this the fight Zai lectured you about at the Ebonwood?"
Sszeyl:"Yep."
Rhylinar:"I remember the story… So you were in a house, and there were goblins, and the wolves were somewhere around here…" He clears a spot at the table and starts laying out a diagram — a knife for the dire wolf, two coins for the smaller ones.
Rhylinar:"This about how it was?"
- LiNeer walks closer and surveys the diagram with a haughty eye…
- Sszeyl uses scraps of paper as everyone else. "And I moved like…this I think to avoid them."
Rhylinar:"Ah-ah, don't even think about it. Zai gets mad enough when I take coins," Rhylinar says, pushing LiNeer's paw away from one of the 'fiendish wolves.' "Show me again?"
- Sszeyl shows again.
LiNeer:*Yes, but you're a ruffian and a miscreant. I am a perfect creature, for I am feline. Your argument is invalid. >.3 *
Rhylinar:"… Oh, I see what you did. You skirted the edge of his range, is what you did."
Rhylinar:"See, if you'd moved here…" He moves the paper a little south. "… straight through the door, you would have walked right into where he could grab you with his teeth. But you didn't; you went in at an angle."
Meany:http://memebase.com/2011/03/14/memes-the-unforgiveable-but-delicious-curse/
Liatai:*snrk*
Rhylinar:"Do you see what I mean?"
Meany:..Ye logged out of the Chat again.
Meany:Tech popped in asking fer ya. :/
Meany::3*
Liatai:Aack!
Sszeyl:"..Yes…I think."
Liatai:Why the heck does it keep doing that? XD
Meany::3
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Rhylinar:"You can apply that with other opponents, too — here, if you're done with your drink, I can show you."
Liatai:Tech! :D
Liatai:I shall whisper. :3
Meany:Yo.
- Sszeyl hands over his cup.
- LiNeer steals one of the pieces of paper being used in the diagram and bats at it.
- Sszeyl rolls a sling bullet around for her to play with.
LiNeer:* .O *
LiNeer:*… no. I must… resist… the shiny….. >.o *
LiNeer:*SHINY! Pounce!*
- Rhylinar chuckles. "Some things never change…"
LiNeer:*Says the drow who can't resist shiny things either. >.E *
Rhylinar:"Let's see if you understood. Say I'm your opponent — the wolf, in this case. Growl, snarl."
Sszeyl:"I would probably pick the table up and slap you with it as a ranged weapon."
Rhylinar:"I don't think LiNeer would like that very much," he says, fighting a snicker.
Sszeyl:"Did Zairith tell you about me wielding a cart against a gnoll, by the way? »"
Liatai:Spot check, Sszeyl.
Sszeyl:« 1d20+5 = 11 + 5 = 16 » Spot check!
Liatai:You noticed the door to the southwest opening just a crack — not much.
Rhylinar:"No, he didn't — a cart? A whole cart?"
Sszeyl:"Yep."
Sszeyl:"I see you over there. »"
- Rhylinar looks over. "Still need to work on your stealth, Zai."
Sszeyl:"To be fair, I half expected it to be Lethiriss."
TMG:aw, crap
TMG:Wasn't able to read everything
TMG:gonna needa a re-whisper of alol that when I get back again >.9o
TMG:seeya!
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Zairith:"Fortunately, she is still sound asleep." Zairith folds his arms into his sleeves and looks between the two of you. "Tactical discussion?"
Sszeyl:"He's reeling from the knowledge that I can wield an entire cart."
Rhylinar:"Yep. Going over the concept of range — though I underestimated how strong the kid was and how fond he is of improvised weaponry." Rhylinar grins.
Sszeyl:"Oh you should have seen me beat that goblin who killed me with one of his own cages."
Sszeyl:"Er."
Rhylinar:"That goblin who what?"
Sszeyl:"I beat him with the cage that is."
Sszeyl:"Stabbed me in the liver, was bleeding out rapidly. Thank goodness for druids."
Sszeyl:"Now, back to you being a wolf?"
Zairith:"Mm. Of course. Don't let me disturb you." He settles against the door to watch.
Rhylinar:"Right. Grr. Barring the use of a table as a weapon, if you wanted to close into melee combat, how would you do it?"
Sszeyl:"I would distract you with the cat, leap onto your back, and agitate you into biting your own femoral artery."
Rhylinar:"… Okay, barring the fact that I'm just trying to talk tactical movement here, how the heck would you jump on my back when I'm facing this way?"
Sszeyl:"Cat."
Sszeyl:"Thrown at your face."
Rhylinar:"Try it."
Zairith:"Rhylinar."
Rhylinar:"— I meant with a book or a piece of paper, not the cat, webs above." ^^;;
Sszeyl:« 1d20+1 = 15 + 1 = 16 » Dex check!
LiNeer:*You try and throw me at that miscreant and YOU'LL be the one peeling me off your face. As I attempt to peel off YOUR face. >.E *
Sszeyl:Book flying at you.
Liatai:Ranged touch attack. :3
Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 18 + 2 = 20 »
Liatai:Bap! « 1d3+3 = 3 + 3 = 6 »
Rhylinar:Rhylinar has been squarely book'd in the face.
Sszeyl:"Dang."
Sszeyl:"Grabbed a thesaurus instead of the dictionary."
Rhylinar:"Okay, okay, I asked for that one." Rhylinar wipes at his nose with the back of his hand — ouch, that's blood. "All right, I'll play along — oh noes, the cat, it's on my face." He holds the book up in front of his face, covering his eyes completely. "Ooh. Ouch."
Zairith:"If you get blood on my thesaurus, you're paying for a new one."
Sszeyl:"Hmm."
- Sszeyl relocates to a new chair and…
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 1 + 4 = 5 » Jump check!
Rhylinar:"Oof. Ow. My own brother more worried about me getting blood on his cat than the fact his cat's clawing my face. Ooh. Ouch."
- Sszeyl trips over the top.
Liatai:Crash!
Sszeyl:"Dang you bloodloss."
Sszeyl:"Dang you gravity."
Sszeyl:"Dang you floor."
- Rhylinar peeks under the book. "… Y-you okay there?" He's trying hard not to laugh, he really is.
Sszeyl:"Dang you words."
Sszeyl:"Ooh, a baby spider!"
- Zairith hides his face behind a hand… whether it's just a facepalm or he's hiding amusement is anyone's guess.
LiNeer:*Pathetic humanoids.*
Sszeyl:"I could probably kick the chair at you from this position, but I think Lethiriss will be upset enough to smell blood in here when she wakes up."
Rhylinar:"Y-you wanna try that again, from where you were before?" Pffffft.
Sszeyl:"Needed to get closer to jump onto yer head. Fifteen feet is beyond a Terror's training."
- Sszeyl sets the chair up again.
Rhylinar:"Aaah, shouldn't have told me what you were planning."
Sszeyl:"Who says I'm still planning that."
Rhylinar:"A wise thought." Back the book goes over the face! "Ooh, ouch. Death of a thousand teeny tiny claws."
- Sszeyl grabs the chair, and rushes the Rhy, intending to hit him so that one of the chair's legs is between his and thus leverage him over Sszeyl's head and thus faceplant.
Sszeyl: (( What check would that be? Grapple? ))
Liatai:Grapple check, yep, though you'd need to roll an attack first.
Liatai:Are we treating Sszeyl as though he has Improved Grapple at this point, or not?
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 12 + 4 = 16 »
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Liatai:Liatai: Grapple check, yep, though you'd need to roll an attack first. Liatai: Are we treating Sszeyl as though he has Improved Grapple at this point, or not? Sszeyl: « 1d20+4 = 12 + 4 = 16 »
MeanyOwl:Liatai: Are we treating Sszeyl as though he has Improved Grapple at this point, or not? Sszeyl: (( I'd like to, yes please. :3 ))
Liatai:Okay, so no AoO. :3
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 9 + 4 = 13 » Grapple
Sszeyl:?*Rhylinar:How the heck did he dodge that? His face was covered by a book! Still, he stepped to the side easily, still holding the book up. "Ooh, ouch."
TMG has connected.
Liatai:It's a Tech!
Sszeyl:"Sorry for improvising your furniture into weapons. Zairith."
TMG:back for real this time
Sszeyl: (( Yo. :3 ))
Zairith:"Just don't break it, or you'll be paying for the replacement."
Liatai:I shall fetch the whispers!
Sszeyl:»
Liatai:I didn't know where you left off, so I included it all. ^^;
- Sszeyl picks up the lead ball LiNeer was playing with and rolls it to Rhylinar.
Rhylinar:"The cat, the claws, are painful." Rolling it how? Trying to trip him up?
Sszeyl: (( Trying to get the cat to chase it. ))
- LiNeer watches the ball… .O
LiNeer:Must… resist… .O
- Zairith waves a hand. Go ahead.
LiNeer:>.3
Liatai:One moment while I look up rules for such a thing…
Rhylinar:"Whoop!" Rhylinar moves to the other side as the cat rockets by. "… Did you just throw another book at me?"
Sszeyl:"No, but I did find the dictionary. :3"
Sszeyl:« 1d20+2 = 16 + 2 = 18 » !!
Sszeyl:That's the chair.
Liatai:Unfortunately, during an overrun attempt, the opponent has a chance to simply avoid you… and tiny creatures move freely through medium creatures' spaces. x3
Rhylinar:This time, Rhylinar does drop the book… Dex check « 1d20+6 = 8 + 6 = 14 »
Rhylinar:… and grabs the chair. He flips it around and grins. "Gave you three chances."
TMG:was there supposed to be anything after this line:TMG:Rhylinar: How the heck did he dodge that? His face was covered by a book! Still, he stepped to the side easily, still holding the book up. "Ooh, ouch."
Sszeyl:"Dang. Was going to kick the chair into your chest."
Rhylinar:« 1d20+7 = 7 + 7 = 14 » melee touch attack with the chair!
Sszeyl: (( Done. :U ))
Rhylinar:« 1d20+11 = 2 + 11 = 13 » Grapple check. No AoO.
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 9 + 4 = 13 » Opposed?
Liatai:Ooooh.
Liatai:What to do in this situation. x3
Liatai:Tech, there wasn't anything after that line, and you're our resident rule guy… What happens when two Grapple checks equal each other?
TMG:I think it's whoever has the highest modifier
TMG:…but then again, the low versus high roll…
TMG:…beats me. :B
Rhylinar:Rhylinar spins the chair around and uses the legs to try and box the younger drow in; two legs over the shoulders, two under the arms. Your turn, Sszeyl; escape, do something else?
Sszeyl:From the Cart Master?
Sszeyl::BSszeyl: (( I want to use superior strength to push Rhylinar back to reverse pin him to the door. Which check applies? :O ))
Liatai:Hmm. Grapple, or bull rush? I'm leaning toward grapple.
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 18 + 4 = 22 » Grapple?
Liatai:Can't bull rush without a 10-foot head start, so grapple.
TMG:actually
TMG:ah, right
Rhylinar:« 1d20+11 = 15 + 11 = 26 » opposed grapple!
Sszeyl:Damn joo!
Rhylinar:This is what Improved Grapple and tricky fighting can do for you, Sszeyl. You paying attention? |3
Sszeyl:Yes.
Rhylinar:« 1d20+11 = 1 + 11 = 12 » Grapple check!
Sszeyl:…
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 16 + 4 = 20 » Grapple?
Rhylinar:Well, whatever he was trying to do just failed; the chair slipped out of his grasp for a moment and he had to focus on getting it back. :B Your turn again!
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 12 + 4 = 16 » Grapple?
Rhylinar:« 1d20+11 = 20 + 11 = 31 » opposed!
Sszeyl:Damn joo.
Rhylinar:Apparently, his newfound grip on the chair is stronger. x3 « 1d20+11 = 19 + 11 = 30 » grapple!
Sszeyl:;~;
Sszeyl:« 1d20+4 = 3 + 4 = 7 » Opposed.
Rhylinar:Dare I say, you've just been pinned? Rhylinar forces the chair down to the ground and sits on it, Sszeyl pinned underneath.
Rhylinar:"What did I say about underestimating your opponents? |3"
- Sszeyl bites his ankle.
Rhylinar:"Ow!"
Sszeyl:« 1d20+3 = 10 + 3 = 13 » Strength? « 1d20+4 = 6 + 4 = 10 » Or Grapple?
- Zairith still has his face hidden by a hand… though if you're listening closely, you might hear a chuckle.
Rhylinar:« 1d20+7 = 17 + 7 = 24 » Grapple.
Rhylinar:Nope, still pinned. |3
Sszeyl:"….I give up."
Rhylinar:"Now, are you ready to stand up and actually try moving in for melee combat, or am I going to have to keep sitting here?" ;P
Sszeyl: (( Feel like a good place to call it? :3 ))
Liatai:If you like! x3
MeanyOwl:I'm drained. x3
MeanyOwl:And at the same time.
MeanyOwl:Itching for working on that Val elf.
TMG:meany….
Liatai:Aack, sorry about the drain. >:
TMG:unfortunately, I'm not. It's too late for me. :/
MeanyOwl:I meant pure fluff.
MeanyOwl:Spending money on equipment and stuff.
MeanyOwl:Things the GM doesn't need to see yet.
MeanyOwl:Also, Lia, no need to apologize! D:
MeanyOwl::D*
MeanyOwl:I got to fight an ECL 15 char again!
Liatai:XD
Liatai:Actually, ECL 12. ;3
MeanyOwl:o-O
MeanyOwl:Eleven BAB as a rogue?
Liatai:BAB plus Weapon Finesse.
MeanyOwl:Ah.
Liatai:Unarmed attacks count as light weapons. ;3
Liatai:Though, you should feel proud. If you'd done 2 more HP worth of nonlethal damage, you would have knocked him out.
Liatai:You came VERY close with the book. XD
MeanyOwl::3
Liatai:And Zairith would have laaaaaaaughed…. XD
MeanyOwl:Thankee.
MeanyOwl:I'm surprised he didn't after the book.
Liatai:Please. He's used the same tactic on Rhylinar before hundreds of times. Wizard. ;3
MeanyOwl:With Webster's Unabridged Dictionary?
Liatai:"Get out of my study." *BOOK'D"
MeanyOwl:I saw one of those once.
MeanyOwl:Big. As. A. Damn. Corgi.
Liatai:I HAVE one of those. It's awesome. :D
Liatai:Cost me a ton, but soooooo very worth it. *huggles the book*
Liatai:But I'm curious. Did that happen to help Sszeyl at all?
MeanyOwl:Beat down some pride.
MeanyOwl:And he's managed to get a bit of mental stability back.
Liatai::D
MeanyOwl:But…finding something he has to slow down and think about…
MeanyOwl:Two words.
MeanyOwl:Interior. Design.
MeanyOwl::D
Liatai:XD!
Liatai:YES. XD
MeanyOwl:"Hmm…slate would go with the walls…but silver…"
Liatai:All right, saving a log.
MeanyOwl:Kk.
MeanyOwl:Thankee again. :3
Liatai:You're welcome! Thanks for the fun session. :3
Liatai:Saved the log, saved the campaign… Shutting down the server.
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