<DM> Who remembers what's going on? <Fordran> we just met croc-dude. <Sam> wave, croc-dude! <Foster> Important Plot Points had been mentioned. <Fordran> yeah. something about tribals in captivity, yadda yadda. <Fordran> unimportant crap like that <DM> Very well. "Croc" will be silently pondering the white man's burden for an indeterminate amount of time. <Fordran> just put him on /follow <DM> Eh, he's got CastParty <Fordran> or: CastParrrrty. * Sam coughs. <DM> You are all in a section of sewer, approximately 15 feet south of the sewer junction, where the slightly-charred corpse of the sewer tentacle monster is beginning to decompose. <Sam> eewww. <Apol> Yum! <Vita> look <Vita> (hehe) <Fordran> "I seem to recall (even though we had just discussed this) that we were going to check out the rest of this sewer. For more of Croc's people." <Erias> "An excellent, noble and acceptably dangerous plan." <DM> Yawin shrugs non-committally, scrapes some slime off of his longsword. <Vita> "Sure, why not. I... kind of owe Mr. Croc one anyway" <Fordran> "Well..." <Sam> "I'm not sure I want to get wounded around this unclean water." * Fordran picks a direction. <Fordran> "How about that way?" <DM> Exits: [N, NW, NE, S] ? <Fordran> (which way was the loot?) <Fordran> (i mean. the area we had just checked out.) <DM> The pile of dead things where you found Yawin was North. <Erias> "Sounds good." Erias heads... whichever way was pointed; away from the loot, probably. <Foster> "We should probably inspect the pile of remains near the creature, it seemed to contain some valuables, and may be a clue as to its origins." <Fordran> "Hm. Good idea. We can find out more about its victims, too, hopefully." <Apol> "Only bones. I did find a few coins." <DM> Everybody who's going to be poking in there, roll Search, everybody else, just Spot. tell me which <Foster> search * Fordran searches about, untrained-ly. * Sam spots. * Erias stands guard while other search. <Foster> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 20 | [d20=16] [+4=4] <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 14 | [d20=13] [+1=1] <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 13 | [d20=13] <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 14 | [d20=11] [+3=3] <Fordran> (audrey is getting popcorn, coming back in 3...) <Vita> |roll d20 <tafal> 14 | [d20=14] <Vita> search <DM> The bones are covered in a faint film of slime, but otherwise stripped clean. <Fordran> "Ick." <Erias> (that should have been "others") <DM> Haphazardly in the pile are ripped bits of cloth, mostly the indigestible bits, you would imagine. * Vita uses an arrow to poke around the bones, then discards it in disgust when it comes back with a clinging icky film <DM> There do not appear to be weapons or any other possessions of any kind. * Foster scrapes a bit of the slime into the vial with the meat from the creature, seals it again. * Erias shrugs. "Nothing?" * Vita shakes her head <Fordran> "Seemed pretty thorough." * Sam declines to touch the slimy bones. <Apol> "Don't all you munthrek need weapons to fight?" <Erias> (So that was us searching the known area -- now do we start exploring?) <Erias> "We have weapons." <Apol> "These munthrek must have been foods." <Fordran> "Well... yeah... maybe these were just the workers that were digging around?" <Vita> "munthrek?" <Erias> "Oh. Hm. Well, either they were... yeah. One of those." <Erias> "Or there's someone else here who eats metal." <Foster> "Some of these aren't human. A number of the skulls," *picks one up* "are a bit too large." <Apol> "Don't you dig with weapons too?" <DM> (You can explore whenever you like) <Fordran> "I don't know if you'd call them weapons, but... huh. Maybe they were dragged here, and they dropped them." * Foster inspects the oversized skull. <Erias> "Yes, we dig with dead-earth. I mean munthrek. I mean... argh." * Erias shrugs. <Foster> "Munthrek are humans, Erias." <Sam> "Had I appropriate tools, I would dig with them. But they asked me not to take them from the farm." <Erias> "Right, right." <Erias> "Well, let's talk about this while we look around." <Apol> "Humans. Bob-likes. Ok got it." <Vita> "Well, if they were dragged here they had to leave their tools... somewhere" <Fordran> "I didn't see any on the way in. They could be underwater. That thing might eat metal. We should keep looking." * Erias gestures South, and begins walking that way. <Fordran> /follow Erias <DM> (South is Church direction) <DM> (NE and NW are the two branches) <Erias> ^South^North <Fordran> "How about... left? Ish?" <Sam> (do we have a mapper?) <Erias> ^North^Northwest <Vita> "Didn't we... go that *points S* way?" * Foster follows along. <DM> Okay, lemme re-describe <Erias> "Sorry, I was getting a bit turned around." * Fordran accidentally points northwest. <DM> You're a little north of the junction * Vita follws the big metal-wearing targ...peolpe <DM> South is the Church direction <DM> NW and NE are unexplored * Fordran vaguely points northwest. * Erias walks Northwest. * Sam shrugs, follows. * Vita follows Erias <Erias> (we return slightly south to the junction if necessary) * Apol takes one last big bite of slightly decomposing tentacle monster and follows the rest. * Foster takes up the rear with Apol. <Apol> "There is a way up." * Vita has her bow at the ready, despite Croc's glaring * Apol jumps forward and flies upward. * Foster looks up. * Apol flies out of the light. * Fordran looks up. <Vita> "Um...huh" <DM> There's a 5'x5' grate in the ceiling. <DM> (It was beyond the light radius until you approached) <Erias> "Interesting." <DM> It looks recently cleaned * Apol is hovering near the grate. * Erias looks upward along with the rest for a moment. <Vita> "What do you see, Apol?" * Erias looks down, and to the sides of the passage. * Fordran looks down, too. <Fordran> (how high up is the grate?) <Apol> "It goes on a ways then I see stone." <DM> 15' from the floor * Apol clings on the mess and tries to pull. * Sam doesn't seem to think there's anything special about the recently-cleaned grate. * Apol flaps and pulls uselessly. <DM> Nothing comes of the pulling. <Erias> (flavortext check) <DM> (This is a tiny creature) <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 9 | [d20=8] [+1=1] <Erias> (meh.) <DM> What exactly is a flavortext check :P <Fordran> "I wonder where that goes." <Fordran> (he's checking to make sure the text tastes good) <DM> "Croc": "I awoke near here." <Foster> "Probably out to the street, or up into a warehouse." <Erias> (it was a wisdom check to see if he jumps to the conclusion that the drop people down through here to feed the monster) <Erias> ^the^they <Fordran> "If only we had a ladder, or something." <Erias> (not that that is to be assumed) <Foster> (Fastball special) <Apol> "Anyone have rope?" <Foster> (Gnomes tossing is the answer to all life's problems) * Vita roots around in her pack <Erias> "I do." <Vita> (HEY!) <Sam> "Had I known they would be so useful, I would have brought a wagon of tools." <Vita> "I do too <Erias> "But she's quicker." * Apol flaps around Erias and waits for the end of the rope. <Sam> "Unfortunately, I did not plan so far ahead." (smirk) * Erias digs out his rope and hands an end to Apol. <DM> (What, you don't plan to be teleported willy-nilly through a magic portal in the ground?) <Vita> "So, um, Apol, are we supposed to *climb* that rope or something?" * Apol takes the rope and flies up to the grate and weaves the rope through the bars and hands the end back to Erias. <Apol> "Pull!" <DM> What kind of rope? <DM> Oh, right, character sheet. <Erias> silk <DM> m'kay <Erias> unfortunately my copy of my character sheet is on my server <Erias> which is sitting next to me, un-hooked-up <Sam> (doesn't prescience require a wisdom of at least 30, and a divine rank?) <DM> (details~) <Erias> (that should be in parens, I guess) <Erias> (I was going to hook it up and switch while playing -- I only have one monitor / keyboard) <Erias> (But I think I can remember enough) * Erias pulls. <DM> Strength check * Fordran helps. <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 21 | [d20=19] [+2=2] <Fordran> (aid another) <DM> Yawin takes the other end and pulls <Fordran> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 19 | [d20=17] [+2=2] <Sam> (we are mighty today!) <Erias> (heh. nice.) <Erias> (If only we realized that it opened upward... like basically any grate in the world.) * Foster stands back. <Fordran> (it could be a trap door) * Vita makes it a point to stand behind other people who are pulling and away from the grate <Apol> (if it's a chute, shouldn't it pull down?) <DM> The metal that the rope is wrapped around strains audibly. <Apol> (IF) <DM> There is a soft give in the rope as one of the outer threads is cut on the metal <Fordran> "Enh." <Fordran> "Maybe it opens up?" <Erias> "I don't think it opens this way." <DM> Then, a soft *ping* *tinktink* <Sam> "Can it be bludgeoned into submission?" <Vita> "Should we tie another rope around... oh... or.." <Sam> "Or maybe...not?" <Fordran> ("GRENADE!") <DM> One of the corners of the grate has bent down. <Erias> "Hm." <DM> The (now bolt-free) hinge of that corner can be seen. <Fordran> "Wow." <Fordran> "Think we can do that to the other side?" <DM> Str check, Erias, Fordran. <Sam> "Quite possibly." <Fordran> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 17 | [d20=15] [+2=2] <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 16 | [d20=14] [+2=2] <DM> How much do you two weigh? <Fordran> crap, make that +1, not +2, not like it mattered for these Aids Another. <DM> Nevermind, I'll handwave. * Fordran weighs 172 lbs + equipment that he should compute one day <Erias> probably 180-ish, plus about 100 lbs of gear <Erias> full plate is 50, right? <Vita> Wow. That gear is heavier than me. <Vita> (oops, parens) <DM> Yawin grunts in exertion, yanks his end of the rope heavily. You feel a quick jerk in the rope while you maintain your deathgrip, and the adjacent corner of the grate is ripped from its housing. <Vita> (Wow, that gear is heavier than me AND my gear) <DM> The rope goes slack, and the grate falls open. * Apol claps. * Fordran stumbles backwards. * Erias stands back up. * Vita covers her head <Fordran> "Great. What's up there, Apol?" <Erias> "...Well, maybe if we go one at a time we can climb up without breaking it further?" <Vita> "Heaviest first?" <Apol> "Let me look quickly." * Apol flies up. <Vita> (Actually, my rope is probably on Pup) <DM> Apol flies up into the opening, landing on the vertical surface, then skitters up into the darkness. <Sam> "Does anyone need a boost?" <Sam> "Silly question, I know." <Vita> "Aren't we waiting for Apol?" <Foster> "We'll wait for Apol to scout it out." <Sam> "When we get to that point." <Vita> "Oooh, oooh, who can lift ~60 or 70 lbs!" * Sam looks at Foster, and almost says something. <Erias> "You really want me to throw you?" <Vita> "...lift?" * Foster raises an eyebrow at Sam. * Apol appears at the mouth of the grate clinging onto the stone wall. * Sam waves away the comment not spoken. <Apol> "This goes into a an empty room. The room has two big doors. <Apol> " * Erias takes a step toward Vita, sees Apol, pauses, listens. <Vita> "Did you see anything else? <Foster> "Empty room of the temple, or just an empty room?" <Fordran> "I'm all turned around. Are we still under the temple?" <Apol> "The room has a stone ceiling. I don't know if it's a temple room. It's just empty with a few stairs that go to the slanted double doors." <Fordran> "Slanted?" <Erias> (to Vita) "You're probably right about sending the heaviest first." <DM> Anyone have Knowledge: Dungeoneering, Knowledge: Architecture, or Knowledge: City Planning~ <Fordran> (ooh! ooh! no!) <Sam> (knowledge: monk-y things?) <Foster> no, but I'll take untrained on any of those. :p <Apol> "Slanted, yes, like what farmers have sometimes near the horsehouse." <Fordran> (Knowledge: Religion 4tw) <Vita> "Yeah. I'm not likely to break the rope..." <Fordran> "Oh, those ... cellar doors." <Sam> "Yes. Yes, those." <Erias> "Sounds like a way out. Do we want to explore further, or leave now?" <Fordran> "I say we keep going." <Vita> "are croc's people going to be up?" <Erias> "This does give us the advantage of getting Yawin and Croc out without confrontation. But we can explore a bit more and then come back here." <Erias> "If this is where he woke up... then that's possible." <Fordran> "Assuming that those doors don't lead right back to the temple." <DM> Croc: "Maybe they drop me from here." <Sam> "I would prefer otherwise, yet I believe I will be overruled." * Vita shrugs <Apol> "Do you want me to go open the doors?" <Vita> "I don't care" <DM> (Yawin: "Let's split up. In the dark. *grin*") <Fordran> ("I'll go with Daphne and Velma.") <Erias> "Let's finish up down here first, and then we won't have to worry about the tunnes any more." <Foster> "Agreed." <Erias> Tunnels. <DM> ("Golly! There's no ghost, it was Old Man Beelzebub the whole time!") <Fordran> ("I woulda gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!") * Erias tries to fight the party inertia, and begins walking further northwest. <DM> Might I remind you that "finishing" maybe be a difficult task, considering this is the Threecrown sewage system. * Fordran follows along, being the Source of Light. * Apol drops out of the grate and follows the party. * Vita follows the Light <Fordran> (oh. really.) * Fordran coughs. * Sam sighs, follows. <Fordran> "How far do these tunnels go, exactly?" <DM> Not because of anything ominous, but simply because it's not going to dead-end, instead, it will branch over the entire city. <DM> And then runoff into the ocean. <Fordran> (I bet there are treasure chests down here.) <DM> (And random encounters!) <Erias> "I guess we shouldn't try to _finish_ exploring, exactly, since these are probably the sewers for the whole city." <Fordran> ([Phoenix Pinion]) <DM> (Ratman x10!) <Erias> "Let's just walk for a few minutes in each direction." <Fordran> "Oh. I thought this was just a dig." * Foster , being That Other Light, covers the part of the party that isn't with Fordran. <Sam> "How unsanitary must our day be?" <Vita> "We ...are... going to go back into town at some point? I need to get Pup..." * Sam looks mildly worried. <Erias> (We walk for a minute or so in each direction, unless people argue. If you'd like to fast-forward, you are welcome to.) <Foster> "Starting a new life in the sewers of Threecrown, while a romantic notion, does not particularly appeal to my sense of fastidiousness, no." <DM> Okay, walking a few minutes further turns up nothing in particular. <Erias> "Alright, I think it's time to get out of here." <DM> Let's see, how did Square deal with this... Oh yeah, Inexplicable Sewage Blockages. <Fordran> (...ew.) * Fordran walks into an invisible wall for a second or two. * Fordran turns around. <Foster> "Fine by me. Let's go see about our payment." <Vita> "And maybe some showers..." <Fordran> "We should probably leave Yawin and Croc out of sight before we get our payment." * Vita tries to pay attention to where we were and where we are going <DM> Yawin "Why? They know me." <Vita> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 16 | [d20=6] [+10=10] <DM> Yawin: "In fact, you should probably let me do the talking." * Fordran looks at Erias. * Erias looks awkward. "Well... " <DM> Yawin: "Hm. What do you want me to say about the tribal?" <Fordran> "Ah... that we rescued him from being a victim?" * DM shrugs. <DM> er <Erias> "You're welcome to say whatever you like, as long as it's true." <DM> Yawin shrugs. * Fordran looks at Croc. "Not that we did. Just... it's complicated." <Erias> "They may decide that we are enemies when we tell them the whole story. But I wouldn't hide from that." <Fordran> "Pelor will watch over us, no matter what." * Fordran looks pensive despite his faith. <DM> Y: "Not that I'm saying you're wrong, but you seem awfully suspicious of them, Erias." <Erias> "Say that we found a kidnapped tribal here, if they ask about him, but we don't need to tell them everything about our plans. That's not really their concern." <DM> Yawin picks up the pace towards the exit. * Erias turns to Yawin. "You know I have a sense about people, Yawin. I haven't met them all, but the older priest..." <Erias> "He is... not right." <Vita> "He has... authorities investigating him" <DM> (Wait, what?) <DM> (Oh. The constable thing? They're not investigating him so much as asking for help with their investigation) <Vita> (Oh, that's not the impression I got...) <DM> As the light from the party approaches the hole in the tunnel wall, a guard calls out, "Who goes there?" * Erias opens his mouth, pauses and turns to Yawin. * ilyas is now known as Croc <DM> Y: "It is Yawin, Light of the Eternal." * Vita hangs in the back * Fordran looks at Vita. "No, they were investigating -- what?" <Erias> (quietly) "You wanted to do the talking..." <Croc> (Croc's eyes cloud for a moment, then it passes) <Vita> "Oh, um....*shuts up as the guards talk*" <Fordran> (zomg) <DM> (Hey Ilya. read backscroll) <Croc> (yup) <Fordran> (also make a Will save) <DM> Guard: "Oh, Brother Yawin, good." <DM> G: "Ah, they adventurers too! They made it back in one pie..." <DM> He trails off as he lays eyes on Croc. * Erias smiles, waves. <Fordran> "Yes, we did," Fordran says brightly. <DM> G: "I... don't remember him being with you on the way out..." * Foster scrapes muck off of his boots. <DM> Yawin: "We found him, the monster was trying to eat him." <Croc> (DM: is this same day as last time?) <DM> (same day) <Croc> (roger) <DM> (Continued from where we left off, even) <Croc> (ok) * Croc does his best to not pay attention to this conversation. In fact, he does his best to appear not to understand the language. <DM> Guard: "Ah, good, the work of the Light. Perhaps now that he has seen the Glory of the Eternal he will turn from his heathen ways." <DM> A thought crosses his face. * Erias blinks. Smiles. Light gleams from his teeth. <DM> Guard: "Hold on... did you say you saw the monster?" <Foster> (*TING*) <DM> Yawin: "And slew it." <DM> Guard: "The sub-deacon will be exultant! I shall let him know at once." <Erias> (I love it when Randolph writes himself into a talking to himself corner) <DM> (DAMN YOUOUUUU) <Croc> (hee) <Fordran> (muhuhahahaha) <DM> (Stupid self-motivated NPCs) <Fordran> (if possible, we need to get the subdeacon, guard, yawin, AND constable talking) <DM> (Ima gonna stick to "Many guards" paradigm from now on) <Foster> (Look on the bright side, you don't have to do different voices for them all) <DM> (Don't remind me.) <Vita> (too bad ilya showed up, or we could have added croc to the fray) <Apol> (Let's include a mob comprised of the church's congregation as well) <Erias> (It's your fault for making a cool, interesting npc and having him pretend he's on our side. You fool!) <Sam> ("So #492, how's the wife and kids?" "Not bad, #351, and you?") <DM> ANYWAY. <DM> Guard: "Er. Just thought of sommit." <DM> Guard: "Perhaps you should all go off and clean up a bit. I'll arrange for a meeting afterwards?" <Fordran> "That would be great." * Sam 's face actually lights up. No, really. <DM> Guard: "Would you like to come back after evening prayer? Or tomorrow?" <Vita> (How late is evening prayer?) <Fordran> (I get new spells if I get 8 hours of) "Tomorrow sounds good." <DM> (Probably after supper) * Vita stays in the back looking non-comittal <DM> Guard: "Very well, I will have a boy sent out. Which inn should I send word to?" <Vita> (Vita would like to buy an m) * Erias tries to consider whether this gives them time to make evil, dastardly preparations, can't figure it out, and shrugs. <DM> (masterwork m, +1 m, or regular?) <DM> Yawin: "I'll take care of it, Balix." <Erias> (get an ironwood m. Then you can multiclass into druim.) <DM> Guard (Balix) salutes. * Apol whispers to Foster. <Croc> (are we out of guard's hearing range?) <Erias> (Yay! Jen just emailed me a copy of my character.) <Fordran> (errt) <DM> Yawin: "Send Tornham and Cobble to check the East tunnel, then let the masons know they can get back to work." <Fordran> (distributed data store 4tw) <DM> Yawin waves everyone up the stairs. <DM> Yawin follows behind. <Croc> What is ... a saab-deecon? <Erias> (Also, I may have to leave at some point for two minutes rather abruptly. Someone parked in my spot, I parked behind them, and I left a note saying what apartment to knock on to get out.) <DM> Croc: You will be, after you leave the stairwell, but it might echo in the actual stairwell. * Erias walks upward. * Erias glances back once at Yawin but says nothing. <DM> Yawin: "Kind of like a holy-man." * Croc considers this. <Fordran> "Kind of." <Croc> Pales have problem, they come to saabdeecon? <DM> Yawin directs you to an exit at the side of the temple. <DM> Yawin: "Sometimes." <Croc> Saabdeecon sent you? * Croc points down. <Erias> "Pales are complicated. Some problems mean you go to saab--. Sub-deacon. Some problems are for the constable... uh..." <DM> Yawin: "Yes, to slay the monster." <Croc> Saabdeecon not come himself? * Erias shrugs. <DM> Yawin (to Erias): "Where are you staying?" <Vita> "Only one saabdeecon. Many of us." <DM> Yawin (to Croc): "Some holy men are not fighting men." <Erias> (we haven't found a place yet, have we?) <Vita> (nope) <DM> (not that I'm aware) <Erias> "We haven't found an inn yet. Any suggestions?" <DM> (Blue Recluse~) <Foster> "I know a nice place nearby, but they charge an arm and a leg." * Sam mumbles something unintelligible and unflattering about religious hierarchies. <Croc> (Slaughtered Lamb imo) <Fordran> (no basement thereof) <Erias> brb * Croc looks at Foster with some alarm. <Croc> Charge arm and leg? <Fordran> "It's a saying. It means 'expensive'." <Vita> "How much exactly is it..." <Vita> "there's always the open fields..." <DM> Yawin: "There are some places near the docks that don't cost much and won't ask questions." <Vita> (there ARE dammit) <Fordran> "Unh. I've been spending too much time out in the wild lately. I could use a warm room, for a change." <Foster> "A relatively small private room was a gold crown the last time I stayed there." <Foster> "Excellent food, however." <Vita> "Mmmm... food..." <Vita> "I wonder if they would charge someone smaller less" <Fordran> "As long as we don't make it a habit of staying at extravagant places, I don't mind." <Sam> "I have not stayed in such luxury as you describe." <Croc> Pales ask for things so you can stay in their home? <DM> Pup comes running around the Temple to Vita. <Fordran> "It's not really their home. Exactly." <Croc> You help them. Kill monster. They not let you stay as guests? * Vita hugs Pup <DM> Pup licks Vita's face. <Vita> "Pup lunges enthusiastically, then backs up when he gets a good whiff" <DM> Pup coughs and spits. <Fordran> "Well, they are giving us money for killing the monster." <Sam> "Sometimes I wish they would return the courtesy, but some of them like the money too much." <Vita> "...maybe I could use a shower or something" <DM> (bath, imo~ what's a running water?) <Fordran> (shower?) <Erias> (back) <Vita> (uh, ok shower wrong word) <Vita> (substitute "scrub") * Croc ponders. <DM> (well. I guess you could hire a wizard to cast waterspray at you.) <Croc> Can I see pale money? <Sam> "Dare I ask how one gets the crud out of metal armor?" <Fordran> "Um. Sure. Hang on. I've got..." * Fordran rummages around. <Erias> (can finally relax now.) <Fordran> "Here's... a crown." * Croc squints his eyes. <DM> Fordran holds up a gold coin. <Erias> "I'm comfortable in either location." * Fordran produces a small gold disc. <Apol> "Trees are just fine. I'll see you later." <Croc> This is ... kin-za. * Apol jumps up and flies off. <Croc> Pale money is kin-za. <Erias> "Uh, Apol -- damn. I guess it'll find us." <Fordran> "Yes. I guess it seems kind of silly, if you put it that way." <Sam> ("Really, who designed these exchange rates? Ten for one? Too simple!") <Foster> "I would suggest the docks, unless your stomachs are particularly empty." * Fordran puts the coin back. <Erias> "Docks are fine with me. We can stop by a tavern in a nicer area first, if you'd like decent food." <Fordran> "I'm not so much hungry as I am in need of a rinse." <Croc> I have no pale money. Will pales let me stay on their lands? <Fordran> "You can stay with us. We can pay your way, right, Erias?" <Erias> "It's okay, Croc, we'll handle it." * Erias nods. <Vita> "Well, I suppose I will come along." * Croc cocks his head sideways at Erias. <DM> Yawin has a brief smile. <Apol> (Meanwhile, Apol has flown to the seashore and is chasing fish.) <Croc> ereeeas, pale homes have kin-za ... everywhere. <Fordran> ([Deviate Fish]) <Croc> kin-za clothes, kin-za money <Croc> kin-za rooms <Croc> I want to stay on their lands, where there is no kin-za <Erias> "They don't notice, Croc. Kin-za is like leaves or grass to us." <Croc> Will they let me? * Sam does not go into a long-winded treatise on the evils of a materialistic society. * Erias tries to understand. <DM> (Sam "Marx" the Monk) <Fordran> (manifesto 4tw) * Croc looks at Erias rather sadly. <Erias> "You mean you don't want to sleep inside?" <Erias> (Int 10, baby.) <Croc> Pales kill earth so much, kin-za is like leaves or grass. <Vita> "Some of the lands are fine. I have travelled in much of the land without using kin-za money" <Croc> Ereeas, when I was home <Vita> "but I have seen little of... human... lands from what I know" <Croc> there was no 'inside' for me. <Croc> I sleep on living earth. <Erias> "Come on, doesn't the beauty of this architecture do something for you?" <Fordran> "Oh. Inns are kind of like... caves..." * Fordran tries to be helpful. <Erias> "Well, maybe not this -- hmm. The temple was nice." <Apol> (big word alert!) <Erias> (thanks / sorry. Int 10, argh.) <Vita> "Maybe we should rinse, then some camp outside" <Vita> "It's nice outside tonight." <Erias> (party split!) <Croc> If pales let me stay on their land, I will sleep there. <Sam> "Nothing wrong with sleeping out of doors, if the weather doesn't turn foul." <Foster> "There should be little problem with people making camp outside of town." <Croc> I sleep in rain over sleep with death <Erias> "There's nothing like four walls and a door with a lock. And a fireplace. And peace and quiet." <Fordran> "Well... I've been staying outdoors so much lately. What's another night?" <DM> Yawin (to Erias): "Alright. I should report in. Erias, come find me for breakfast tomorrow near baker's square in the market district. Please." <Foster> "Well, aside from the possibility of banditry." <Croc> bandeetree? <Vita> (mmm, pie) <Sam> "Banditry is usually not a problem for me." <Erias> (to Yawin): "Alright. I trust you and I'm not going to ask about the details. I am sure that things will become clear in time. I'll see you tomorrow." <Foster> "People who come to take your kin-za, or your life, depending on how vicious they are." <DM> Yawin goes back into the Temple. <Fordran> "Bandits. Bad men, who attack people and take their things." * Erias shrugs. <Erias> "Let's get some food, and then we can go camp outside town. Does that sound alright to everyone?" <Apol> ("Where do you want to eat?" "I don't know. Where do you want to eat?") <Vita> *Pup grumbles impatiently* <Erias> (hee) <DM> (What about the bathing?) <Vita> "Sure. Sounds good." <Foster> (No kidding.) <Sam> (I encountered this teenage girl wannabe bandit once. She was really annoying and she kept shouting the names of her attack techniques at the top of her voice.) <Croc> (is this a port town btw?) <Vita> (Aren't there public somethings) <Fordran> "Can we at least camp by the river?" * Erias looks for a tavern or whatever. <Erias> "I'm sure we can manage that." <Fordran> "Or water? Sea? Can't get used to this whole 'sea' concept." <Foster> "I suggest that we remove the stench from ourselves before patronizing anyone's restaurant." <DM> Croc: port town, yes <Vita> "Point me in the direction of the river" * Erias pauses. "Er. Good point. Unless we want to pick a really bad dock tavern." * Vita mounts up <Erias> "Let's head for the river." <DM> River...? <Fordran> "Sea." <Vita> "Is sea good to bath in?" <DM> Downhill. But, uh, saltwater baths... okay, up to you. <Fordran> "Why wouldn't they be?" <Vita> "I don't know." <Fordran> (experience with ocean water: 0) <DM> (It's water, innit?) <Vita> (ditto) <Erias> "I've never bathed in the sea. But it's water, right?" <Foster> "If it's all the same, I'll be doing my washing at an inn, and will meet you at <tavern with decently priced food> in two hours." * Croc thinks. <Croc> No. <Apol> (Salt in your ears 4tw!) <Croc> Sea bad. <DM> (Chunk: "Are you sure this is water?" Ma Fratelli: "It's wet, ain't it?") <Vita> "Sea bad?" <Croc> Need .. river. <Fordran> "Why bad?" <Erias> "Sounds fine, Foster. We'll see you there." <Croc> Stream. <Croc> Why? <Erias> (Goonies?) <Croc> You will not smell, but you will itch. <DM> (yeah) * Foster departs to the aforementioned Inn of Expensiveness. <Erias> "Oh." <Apol> (Salt water +++rust and make leather stiff) <Fordran> "...oh. Um. Vita, do you know of any nearby rivers?" <Vita> (Um, do I?) <Erias> "Alright, any of you... outside people -- yeah." <Vita> (can I roll survival?) <Croc> I don't know this town. Lead me to the land, and I will try to find good water. <DM> Foster mentions The Marinus as the inn. <Erias> (Noted.) <DM> (Vita, the last one you found was before you ran into Orc carnage on the road) <Vita> There's one, but it was aways back <Vita> farther than your battle * Croc chuckles. <DM> There was at least one fountain, in the Civic Square, but... most of you know better. <Vita> ("""") <Croc> No water here? <Croc> Why did pales built town? <Croc> No water. What do they drink? <Vita> (I thought towns usually have public baths) <Fordran> "Water. They get water from... uh... that's a good question. I know they have water, somehow. In the houses." * Erias leads the others toward the gates while we talk. Unless someone stops us and talks about public baths. <Vita> "We could ask the guards about public places to bath... usually cost money...?" <Fordran> "That's probably a good idea." <Vita> (bathe) <Sam> "I will spend money if I must." * Fordran looks for the nearest guard that turns his cursor into a speech bubble. * Erias stops with the herding cats and does the same. <DM> (Guard: "Welcome to Threecrown *bzzt* Have you seen our Farmer's Fair") * Fordran right clicks, clicks Public Baths. <Erias> ("I like swords.") <Croc> (die, imo) <DM> The young man (growing his stubble proudly) winces at your smell as you approach. <DM> "Been touring the dump, have we?" <Fordran> "Sort of. Is there some place we can wash up?" <Erias> "Not exactly. Just saving the town from a huge, deadly monster." <DM> "Uhhh... right." <Erias> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 23 | [d20=15] [+8=8] <Erias> (diplomacy) <Erias> (I suppose if I'm going to roll that well I should do the speech better) * Erias looks around. <DM> "There's a public bath down on Seaside between Main and Prince." He notices Vita and adds, "Oh, and the ladies' bath is across the street." <Vita> "Thanks." <Fordran> "Excellent. Thank you." <Fordran> "And we'll be sure to visit the Farmer's Fair." <Sam> (fast forward, bathe, change clothes, meet at previously-mentioned tavern?) <Vita> (/me nods vigorously) <DM> His mouth flaps open and shut at Fordran in confusion. <Erias> (I'm find with a fast-forward) <DM> (All in favor of fastforwarding awkward public bath?) * Fordran nods, turns. <Fordran> (must make public bath rolls) <DM> Will saves! <Fordran> ("Uh, what does a natural 1 mean?") <Croc> (hehe) <Erias> (Damn. When I'm naked my charisma drops by 2.) <Apol> (No interesting bathroom talk? :p ) <DM> <Time Passes> <Fordran> ("This is some cold water.") <DM> Half an hour later, the party is standing in the street, not meeting each others' eyes. But at least you're clean. <Foster> (Except for Croc, who is practically Naked Guy anyhow) <Sam> ("I didn't recognize you. You didn't stink.") <Croc> (Croc is actually fairly clothed) <Fordran> ("ha ha.") <Croc> (hide armor, etc) <Vita> (And for Vita, who went into the women's bath) * Erias shrugs. Brothers in arms and all that. * Vita smirks a little at the twinges of discomfort <Erias> (might have been a little more complicated if it was co-ed, admittedly) <Fordran> "So. Where was Foster? Mariners?" <DM> I will assume Foster gave direction to The Marinus. <Erias> "That's right. Let's go." * Croc sighs. <DM> A small reddish-brown blur descends upon the party. <DM> From the West. * Sam |>|> <Erias> "We'll just be inside to get a --gnah!" <Sam> (fast forward) <Croc> (What!?) <Apol> "Hi! Look what I found" *shows off seashells* <Vita> "Those are very pretty Apol" * Erias pries himself off the wall. * Fordran ducks, then realizes what's going on. <Erias> "Yes, those are nice." <Fordran> "Oh. There you are." <DM> Apol smells faintly of brine. * Vita doesn't know what brine is <DM> You walk uphill, to the nicer part of the Merchant's quarter. <Erias> "Croc, we'll just stay inside to eat, and then we can head out of the city to camp." <DM> The Marinus is built on the slope, with many windows facing the ocean. <Erias> "If you need to stay outside, that's okay." <Fordran> "Posh place, this." <Erias> "It's pretty, though, isn't it?" * Vita leaves Pup outside... again <DM> A uniformed man opens the door as you approach. <DM> "Welcome to The Marinus." <Vita> "Ok, Pup, I'll bring you some good eats" * Croc stays with Pup. * Sam would say "ostentatious" if it were in his vocabulary. <Erias> (I guess I should be playing my sense motive better than that, and realizing that Croc isn't going to be won over by the finer things in life.) * Vita nods at the doorman * Vita pretends she knows what she's doing * Erias bows very slightly to the doorman, and walks past, clanking slightly. <Fordran> "Hm? Oh. Yes. Thank you." * Fordran follows Erias as confidently as possible. * Apol looks at the group and looks at Croc. * Apol flies over to Croc. * Croc seems to be having a conversation with Pup. * Sam isn't quite sure how to carry himself in such a luxurious establishment, and decides on "as quietly as possible." * Vita looks over curiously at Croc and Pup as she goes in * Apol watches Croc and Pup. * Erias looks around for a table or bar. * Croc looks at Apol. * Fordran looks around some more. <Croc> You not go in? * Erias actually _is_ confident, but not really experienced in this. (More so than Vita, perhaps, and certainly than Croc.) <Croc> I like little Croc-slayer's friend better than this kin-za home <Apol> "Maybe, but you aren't going in." (didn't listen to/missed most of the party dialog earlier) <DM> A man approaches: "Would you like a table, sir?" <Vita> (Unfortunately Vita is inside and can't respond to that) * Apol thinks about that and nods. <Croc> (he looking at me, i assume?) <DM> You're outside <DM> He's talking to the guys inside. <Croc> (sorry) <Croc> (is very smart today) <Fordran> (FUN-damental) <Croc> (; ;) * Vita waits for the sir to respond <Erias> (sorry) <Erias> "Absolutely. Thank you." <Erias> "Our friend may already be here." * Erias cranes his neck. <DM> "Oh, a Mister Foster for six?" * Fordran counts. <Erias> "Right, thank you." <Fordran> "There are only four of us, really." <Erias> "Uh... not quite six, actually." * Foster , hearing his name, looks up and waves. <DM> (Five...?) <Fordran> "Oh, there he is." <Fordran> (int 10, and i can't count) * Erias sees Foster and starts walking over to him, not really knowing the etiquette. <DM> "Right this-- oh." * Fordran thinks for a moment, and looks around. Are there other patrons in full plate? <DM> No, not really. <Fordran> ...breastplate? <DM> (*clank clank clank*) * Erias turns after a couple of steps, and says, slightly late "Thank you." and smiles. <DM> Not really. <Fordran> How about just a mail shirt? Anything? * Erias continues to the table and sits down. <DM> No armor present. * Vita has her chair shirt under something? * Fordran starts feeling more self-conscious. * Vita didn't think to put it on Pup <DM> But then, there's no "No Weapons or Armor" sign. * Vita is always self-conscious <DM> (heh) * Fordran follows Erias. <Erias> (Knight of Pelor! Proudly wearing the symbols of my Order!) <Fordran> (*clink clink clink*) * Vita hefts herself up to a chair and peers over the edge of the table * Sam sits at the designated table, as overtly unobtrusively as possible (if that makes sense). <DM> The host brings over a taller chair for Vita. <DM> "Terribly sorry." <Vita> "My thanks" * Vita climbs into the taller chair and, for the first time, sees eye-to-eye with her companions <DM> There is a low buzz of general chatting in here. <Fordran> "So. Sorry to keep you waiting, Foster." <DM> A member of the waitstaff brings by a carafe of house wine and glasses. <Erias> "We thought it might be better to bathe first." <Foster> "Not a problem, though I seem to have overguessed our numbers. I suppose that our cultrally overwhelmed tribesman has elected to not join us?" <Erias> "Ah, wine. Excellent." <Vita> "Last I saw he was talking to... Pup" <Erias> "He's outside. We should bring him something, if we can." <Fordran> "Not a big fan of the indoors. Or doors, for that matter." * Foster smiles. <Erias> "Anyone else for wine?" Erias reaches for the carafe. <Erias> (damn, now I have to figure out this aspect of my character. Does he even drink?) * Sam quite visibly isn't sure whether or not to take wine. <Fordran> (can i just say it's not against pelor's teachings?) <DM> (It's not verboten, at least) * Vita waves her hand <Fordran> (grapes grow in the sun) <Vita> "I find wine a little... strong" <Fordran> (it's a gift from pelor) <Erias> (I drink. I don't get drunk.) <Foster> "I'll have some." <Fordran> "Please." * Fordran presents his glass. * Erias pours three glasses of wine. * Fordran takes a sip. <Sam> "Um, I guess I'll try a little..." <DM> A server waits unobtrusively nearby until all the pouring is done. <Fordran> "Ah. Don't get wine much, out with the caravans." * Fordran re-notices the server. <Fordran> "Oh." * Erias (pours a glass for Sam as well.) <Erias> "Oh, do we order food now?" <DM> He smiles at Fordran. * Erias looks around at the walls for a menu. * Foster nods to the server. <DM> ("Our fish of the day is sahaguin...") * Fordran smiles back. <Fordran> (geh) <Sam> (sahuagin a la creme?) <Erias> (rlgrlgrlgRGLGRLGRLGrlgrlgl) <Fordran> (Green Slaad with ranch dressing for me, thanks) <DM> (Chicken Slaad Sand-Witch, imo) <Erias> (I know some vegetables that are very strong on that point, sir.) <Foster> (R: ARGH) <DM> And you guys keep making me delete my lines ; ; <DM> Anyway <Sam> (hee!) <DM> "Today's lunch is roasted rosemary chicken on a bed of sauteed onions. The fish is tuna, fried, stuffed with asparagus and mushrooms." <DM> ("We had a vegan menu, but the new owners hate elves.") <Sam> ("But...I hate elves and I'm vegan...kinda...") <Fordran> "Those both sound good." * Vita waits to see if anyone orders <Foster> "I'll have the chicken, please." <Vita> "I would like the fish." <Fordran> "I'll try the tuna." <Erias> "Uh... chicken sounds good to me. But if you run out, the tuna's fine." <DM> He smiles at Erias. <DM> He looks to Sam. <Erias> (did Sam tell us he was vegetarian?) <Sam> (Sam did not.) <Sam> "Um, uh, the fish, I guess..." <DM> "Very good. Miss? Would you like something to drink?" <Vita> A glass of water? <DM> "Right away." <DM> He zooms off. <Sam> "Oh. Um, hm. Yeah, I should...oh bother." <DM> One of the waitstaff returns with water in a chilled mug for Vita. * Vita nods at the waitstaff <Sam> "Um, may I have one of those as well?" <DM> "Right away, sir." * Sam asks somewhat un-confidently. <DM> He comes back. <DM> "Here you are, sir." * Sam smiles awkwardly. <DM> "Elan!" a woman's voice, angry, husky, from another table. <Fordran> ("Haley?") * Sam looks about at the other patrons, until he hears angry husky woman. <Sam> (preparing stab) * Foster glances over at the woman. <DM> sec <DM> An angry looking young woman has stood up at a table for two. * Erias turns, confused, startled <DM> She's about 6' tall, with back-length dark brown hair * Vita sips her water and pretends that she isn't there <DM> There's a flustered blonde man seated across from her, blushing furiously as he notices your table looking. * Fordran stops looking. * Fordran pointedly notices the ceiling. * Foster turns his attention back to his companions. * Erias keeps watching. <DM> "Mark my words, Elan, when next we meet, you're dead." * Sam stares. <DM> She storms out. <Fordran> "I'm sure she didn't mean that." <Erias> "He..." * Erias looks at the man. <DM> The seated man looks around for a waiter. "Check please." <Sam> (what was the woman's build?) <Fordran> "Erias?" <Sam> (strong? lithe? large peasant housewife?) * Sam sips his wine, finds it weird, pushes the wine glass away and sticks to the water. * Erias relaxes slowly. <DM> (Sam: she looked fit, probably and adventuring type) <Fordran> "You okay, Erias?" * Sam says quietly, "Hm, I don't know. I advise caution around that woman." * Erias looks back at the others. (quietly) "She just seemed so serious. Do you think it's just a lovers' quarrel?" <DM> Having paid, the young man slinks out with the remnants of his dignity. <Foster> "Not our business, in any case." <Sam> "Indeed." <DM> A waiter, arms burdened with dishes, comes out of the kitchen screen. <Erias> "Well, he didn't ask for help... perhaps we should have offered. A bit late now, I guess." <Vita> "Mmmm... dinner" <DM> "Hot dishes, folks." <Foster> (I stab the waiter in the eye) <DM> He begins laying them out in front of people. <DM> (JESUS FUCK MY EYE CHRIST!) <Fordran> "She probably didn't really mean it, Erias. Heat of passion, that thing. So I've heard." <DM> "Should I grab this place setting? Or is a friend coming?" * Sam hain't seen food wot's so presented all fancy-like before. <Erias> "I'm sure you're right. Hey, this chicken looks great..." <Foster> " * Vita waits until the waiters are out of sight and then quietly puts some of the food in a small leather thingy or something <Vita> (Doggie bag!) <Erias> "I think this is everyone." <DM> "M'kay." <Vita> "Should we get some extra food for our.... friend?" * Foster nods. <DM> He grabs the place setting and goes back into the kitchen. <Fordran> "Can we do that?" <Erias> "Actually, could we have another order of chicken? That we could carry?" <Sam> "Do you think he likes fish? I probably won't eat this fish." <Erias> (This request may wait until the next time we have a waiter) <Foster> "I'm sure the chef would prepare an additional dish for take-away if you asked." <Erias> "Let's do that." <Vita> "What's wrong with your fish, Sam?" * Fordran digs into his fish. * Foster consumes his food. * Vita pokes at the fish, since it's new, but starts eating and realizes she likes it <Erias> "Can I try some of it?" <Fordran> "Huh. This isn't as fish-shaped as I thought." * Vita finishes quickly <Fordran> "Sure." * Fordran cuts off a piece. * Erias eats the chicken, and tries a bite or two of fish. * Sam chews on a tiny, tiny piece of fish, and doesn't seem to enjoy it. <Erias> "Sam, are you alright?" <Sam> "I'm fine." * Erias looks at Sam, then shrugs. <Sam> "Say, are any of you willing to part with your vegetables?" <Fordran> "Sure." <Sam> (yeah, even though they're covered in animal) <Erias> "Sure, feel free." <Fordran> (you're not a level 7 vegan) <DM> ("You maintained a strict vegan diet. You never changed formed. You wished for no artifacts..." <Sam> "I'm, uh, not used to eating fish. Or chicken." <Foster> "Oh, I'd almost forgotten, in addition to returning to the temple tomorrow, we should go see if Argus is back in his shop for Apol, lest... she become overwhelmingly distracted." * Sam is probably concealing something. <Erias> "Oh, good idea." <Fordran> "So what do you eat?" <Erias> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 25 | [d20=20] [+5=5] * Erias flags down a waiter. <DM> "Yes, sir?" <Erias> "Could we get a plate of vegetables, and maybe some bread? No meat." <DM> "Does... sir... mean a salad?" <Erias> (that was my sense motive roll) <Erias> "Right. Salad. Yes. Please." <Fordran> "Slaad?" <Sam> "They do that here?" <Vita> (The salad with SO have bacon) <Vita> (will) <Erias> "Can't hurt to ask. And usually you get what you want." <Fordran> ("One Caesar salad, sir.") <DM> A waiter returns with an advanced, classed green slaad, and places it in front of Erias. <DM> I mean, a green salad. <Sam> "Quite fancy, this." <Erias> "Thanks. It's for him, actually." <Sam> "Thank you very much." <Erias> (/me watches the slaad devour Sam.) <Sam> (Aiieee!) <Croc> (stab) <Sam> (oh, passover is soon, so don't forget to order your bacon cheeseburger on matzo) <Croc> (in soviet, etc....) <Vita> (hahahahaha) <Erias> "I've heard of people not eating any meat. Is it for religious reasons?" <Fordran> (knowledge religion roll) <Erias> (ditto) <Foster> (mmm, treyf) <Fordran> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 16 | [d20=7] [+9=9] <Erias> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 17 | [d20=13] [+4=4] <Fordran> (something something) <DM> Hell if I know, ask Sam :P <DM> I didn't even know Sam was vegetarian til just now. <Sam> (he didn't volunteer it until just now.) <Foster> (Sam is obviously a monk in the classical style) <Sam> (there are probably monastic orders which advocate vegetarianism.) <DM> Okay... you finish your food eventually. <Vita> Yay`1 <Vita> (Ugh, I can't type) * Fordran gains Well Fed. * Sam says something about how he's generally too lazy to go through all the preparation steps involved in cooking meat. <DM> Some servers come by and take away the plates. * Sam says that he's also not a very good cook. <Vita> (Ok, roll the bluff check) * Erias shrugs. <DM> "Would you like anything else?" <Fordran> "So, the fish goes to Croc, then?" <Sam> "If he would like it." <Erias> "I ordered some chicken for him, too. He can take his pick." <Erias> "That's all for me. Are you guys ready to go?" <Fordran> "Mm. Yes, I'm ready." <Sam> "Yes." <Foster> "Yes, I believe we're ready to pay our bill, if there are no objections." <Vita> 'Yep!" <Sam> (mm! character development!) * Erias nods and fishes for his coin pouch. <Vita> "Um.. how much is this place anyway?" * Fordran rummages around for some coin. <DM> "Very good. That will be 3 gold." * Sam tries not to be visibly astonished at the price. * Foster produces a shiny crown, not having any smaller denominations. * Erias takes out a gold and puts it in front of him * Fordran pulls out 3 gold, presents it. * Vita tries to figure out if that's each or not <Erias> "Oh. You're too kind." <Fordran> "As Pelor provides for us, so shall we provide." <Erias> It hasn't occurred to Erias that it might be 3 gold each. * Erias puts his coin away. * Vita rummages around and produces the money * Foster smiles warmly at Fordran. * Vita looks confused <DM> The waiter collects the coins from Fordran, smiles, and walks off. * Vita whispers to Foster "Is that each, or together?: * Vita says "Nevermind" <Foster> "Sorry, should have mentioned that they bill by the table. Slipped my mind." * Sam ponders his minted-elsewhere coins. * Vita puts the money away and bows at Fordran <Fordran> ("What the hell is a 'dime'?") <Foster> ("Zorkmids? Yeesh.") <Erias> "It's alright, we're all in this together for now." <DM> spot check <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 21 | [d20=20] [+1=1] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 5 | [d20=4] [+1=1] <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 20 | [d20=17] [+3=3] <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 14 | [d20=3] [+11=11] <Foster> (Gooooo IanSpot!) <Sam> |roll d20+3 <Fordran> (vita was busy bowing) <tafal> 20 | [d20=17] [+3=3] <Vita> (Gooooo 3!) <Fordran> (quietly) "Erm. Foster, some people left money." <Sam> "Oh. Hm." * Vita puts some change on the table <Fordran> "Why's that?" <Foster> (quietly) "Yes, it's customary to leave a small sum as a gratuity to the servers -- the establishment generally pays them less in expectation of this practice." * Sam finds a silver somewhere on his person and puts it on the table. <DM> ("What's a 'Texas?'") <Fordran> "That's seems silly." * Foster fishes out some coins from odd corners of his purse, places them in a neatly aligned pile with the others. * Foster shrugs. <Fordran> "How much are we supposed to leave?" <DM> Croc and Apol: The others come out of The Marinus with quizzical expressions. <Sam> "Well, when in (foreign city name), do as the (foreign city name residents) do." * Fordran walks out, quizzical. * Vita walks up to Pup and carefully feeds him the contents of the leather pouch <Vita> "I hope you don't get a tummy-ache from the richness, little Pup" <Apol> "Hi! How was it?" <Croc> Veetah, you like warriors back home <Croc> You have friend like that * Sam wordlessly offers fried fish to Croc. * Croc points to Pup. * Vita bows at Croc <Vita> "I am very lucky. He good friend." * Croc looks at Sam. * Croc looks at the fish. * Foster leans against the wall of the building, under the eaves. <Erias> It was... a little odd, but tasty. <Croc> I thank Sam. <Croc> I find you good food later. <Fordran> "Oof. Much later, I'm stuffed." * Croc takes the fish and sniffs it. <Fordran> (what time is it now?) <DM> (Let's see... maybe sunset) <Croc> We sleep on land tonight? <DM> You went to the Temple at the service around noon, went unerground for awhile, and then had supper. * Foster turns to Fordran and Erias. <Sam> "I rarely sleep on beds anyway." <Foster> "Unless you're interested in locating Bloodnose tonight, I suggest that we all seek rest and regroup in the morning. <Erias> "Sounds good." <Vita> "Yep" <Erias> (head for gates, into woods or something, make camp) <Vita> (etc etc) <Foster> "Very well, where shall I meet you?" <Fordran> "How about at Argus' place?" <Foster> "That works. We'll go there before we proceed to the temple." <DM> (people need to say who's going in which group) <Vita> "I'll come sleep outside." <Croc> (is going outside and will use his mighty survival skill levels to make a nice camp) * Fordran is hanging out with Erias, who is probably camping. <Erias> (I'm heading into the woods because I foolishly assume that's the most dangerous place) <Foster> (As far as I was aware, I was the only person in the "Stay at the Posh Inn" group) <Fordran> (DM: Oh, it can be.) <Croc> (hee) <Apol> (Apol will want to try a covered area but will go with group if everyone goes to woods) <Vita> (I will aid another with MY mighty survival skill levels!) <Sam> (camping please) <DM> Apol: Foster is staying, everyone else is roughing it <Apol> "Are all going to the woods? Is anyone staying in a cave tonight?" * Erias will aid the others by staying out of their way while they look for a camp. <Croc> Not know this place well. There caves here? * Fordran engages in some Sunset Prayers. <Foster> "I'm staying at this very inn, in fact." <Croc> (DM: do stars look the same out here as back home?) <Apol> "Can I stay with you?" <Erias> "I don't think anyone's staying underground tonight, Apol. You're welcome to join us at the camp..." <Erias> "I guess an inn is a bit like a cave." <DM> Croc (how much Survival do you have?) <Foster> to Apol: "Certainly. The rooms are relatively spacious, and the view is nice." <Apol> (That was aimed at Foster) <Croc> (10 skill and 5 wis bonus) <DM> (Yes, it's very similar) <Croc> (kk) <Apol> "Thank you. I like cover. Trees are good but caves are better." * Apol flies over and hovers near Foster. <Croc> Apol, you no sleep under sky? * Croc thinks. <Croc> I seen beast that look like you, they like to hide at night <Apol> "I can. But it's so big." <Croc> But you no beast, I think <Apol> "Caves are more... secure." * Croc nods. <DM> * Apol and Foster have left the party! * <DM> <time passes> <Erias> (yep) <Vita> (I sleep in my armor, if I remember correctly) <DM> The main party exits town and finds themselves a little ways out of town. <Sam> (armor? what's that?) <DM> Looking for a place to camp, I presume. <Erias> (clankety clankety) <Erias> Yes. <Croc> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 34 | [d20=19] [+15=15] <Erias> (hee.) <Croc> (that's my 'camp related roll') <DM> Survival? <Croc> (yeah) <Fordran> (geeh) <Vita> aid another! <Vita> hehehe <DM> ... <DM> Go for it. * Vita takes 10 <DM> Oy :P <DM> Fine ; ; <Croc> (oh god) <Vita> (if she ca) <DM> 36 result <Fordran> (muhahahahah) <Foster> (Camp: Still not as posh as Foster's "cave") <Fordran> ("I don't know how you did it, Croc, but these Camp Bidets are AWESOME.") <Apol> (You camp on soft clover with the birch leave providing a silvery canopy over your heads.) <Erias> now if we both aid another as well... that's a 40. <DM> I don't think you two have Survival <Erias> nope. :) And 36 is plenty, I'm sure. <Fordran> (usable untrained, i think, but i'm not gonna bother) <DM> Anyway, you find a suitable area <Fordran> #pray <DM> "Odin is angry! Lightning strikes!" * Erias joins Fordran in evening prayers. <Croc> (awww. we didn't find posh beds spontaneously formed out of canopy?) <DM> Oh, sorry. <Foster> (Wide angle disinitegration beam, you mean) * Erias has reflection and shock resistance. <DM> (You're not Elec-Resist yet) * Fordran has reflection and disintegration resistance. * Erias has disintegration resistance, too. Intrinsic. * Fordran 's live would have been saved. <DM> I don't remember handing out black dragon tins * Erias doesn't have poison resistance yet, though. * Erias eyes Apol. <DM> Set up watch? <DM> [Meanwhile...] * Fordran will take whatever watch is closest to dawn. <Vita> I'd like first or last watch <DM> "Ah, would you like the same room as before, Mr. Foster?" * Sam takes whatever watch is left. <Croc> I no care. Wake me when I watch. <Foster> "That would be nice, thank you." <Apol> (Non-magic users take the witching hour watch, hmm?) <Erias> I'll take first watch. <DM> "Would your er, familiar, require any special needs?" <Vita> "I'll take first watch too, if that's ok?" <Erias> Croc and Sam can take second. * Vita likes having big metal thing that will be hit by lightning first <Erias> Fordran can take last watch, and Vita can take whichever she prefers. * Foster glances at Apol. <Apol> "No, thank you. Just a corner will do." * Fordran gets out of his armor. * Apol bows in midair to the clerk. <DM> "Very good. Sleep well." * Foster smiles at the clerk. "Goodnight." * Vita tries to situate herself to both meditate and look out to the wood with her "low light vision" <DM> The clerk smiles and bows back. * Apol follows Foster. * Foster proceeds to his usual room. * Croc takes out some figurines, arranges them around himself, and curls up. <Fordran> (zomg totems) <Croc> (nerf imo) <Foster> (nerf!) <DM> (nerf shammzan~) <Fordran> (nerf paladins) * Vita looks at the figurines askance <Croc> (they are made from bone, as near as you can tell) * Sam sets up a bedroll, no fanfare or prayers or meditation or figurines or anything like that. <DM> (GNOME BONES!!!eleven!) <Croc> (if you look at them closely let me know, i ll describe more) * Apol finds a secure looking corner, takes out a handfull of coins, a dagger, and a ring, arranges it on the floor and curls up on it. <Vita> (eeeeeek! Stupid gnome-haters) <Apol> "I'll just be over here, Foster." * Vita doesn't look at them closely at the moment <DM> (heh. mini-hoard) <Foster> "Very well. Enjoy your sleep." * Fordran finishes evening prayers, and settles in to sleep. <Sam> (cue camping music, hp&mp restored!) * Foster smiles at Apol's lairing tendancies. <Sam> (oh, wait...drat) * Foster goes to sleep. <Fordran> (Does anyone need healing, before we go to sleep?) <Sam> (nope) <Croc> (right. i guess i didn't say so, but I took care of my arrow wound) <Vita> (nope) <Croc> (with foul shamanic magicks) <Erias> (I'm still slightly singed, but I'll be fine after a night's sleep.) <Fordran> (if you insist) <Erias> midway through first watch: <Erias> wait, did Vita take watch with me or Fordran? <Sam> (roll a reflex save!) <Fordran> i'm taking last watch. <Vita> With you <Erias> okay * Erias leaps to his feet. "Magic!" * Erias looks around wildly and reaches for his mace. * Vita jumps up <Vita> 'Where!!?" <Croc> (did you scream loudly enough to wake up a sleeping person?) <Vita> 'What type?!" <DM> Sleepig people can make listen checks at -20 * Vita grabs her nearby bow <Fordran> |roll d20-20 <tafal> -13 | [d20=7] [-20=-20] <DM> That's a no. <Fordran> (er, +3) <Fordran> (so that's -10, bitch) <Erias> "I'm... I'm not sure. Something... my mind was..." <Sam> (at -17, should i even bother?) * Fordran rolls over. <Vita> "Your mind was what?" <DM> Sam: You need a 0. <Sam> |roll d20-17 <tafal> -13 | [d20=4] [-17=-17] * Sam cheers! (in a dream) <Croc> |roll d20-5 <tafal> 14 | [d20=19] [-5=-5] <Vita> |roll d20-15 <Erias> "Something was trying to control me. I don't quite understand." <tafal> -4 | [d20=11] [-15=-15] <Vita> Pup wakes up <Croc> (what's the difficulty?) <Vita> *Pup runs over to Vita* <Vita> Doh, negative 4 <Vita> "Do you need me to do anything?" <Vita> "Should you... have a weapon?" * Erias looks at the sleeping forms. * Vita backs a few feet away <Vita> (Sorry about that, looked at the wrong roll) <Fordran> (croc has +15 listen?) <Fordran> (damn) <Erias> "I'm okay right now. But there must be something here." <Croc> (10 listen 5 wisdom) <Fordran> (zomgnerf) * Erias walks to where Fordran is, and wakes him up. <Croc> (native, etc) <Fordran> "Rm. Eh? Erias?" * Fordran sits up? <Fordran> er. * Fordran sits up. * Fordran looks around. <Erias> "There's something here. An enemy. Somewhere." * Vita wakes up Pup * Fordran gets up, finds his mace. <Croc> (still don't know if 14 is enough to wake up :)) <Vita> "Enemies somewhere. Be ready." <Fordran> "Did you see it?" <Erias> "There was some compulsion in my mind... I shook it off." <Vita> ((You needed a zero)) <Croc> (ok) <Erias> "I didn't see anything." * Croc looks at Erias carefuly. <Fordran> (what light sources are there here?) <Croc> Ereeas, what feel like? <Erias> "But I'm sure it was... magic. Or something deliberate." <Croc> This thing you say <Sam> (if you're rude, you may rummage through sam's pack and find an everburning torch) <Erias> "Like... like you were a puppet and someone was pulling on the strings?" <Erias> "You know what a... nevermind." * Erias walks to Sam and wakes him. * Fordran casts Light on his mace, holds it up as a torch. <Erias> (I assume we're not seeing anything?) * Fordran stands quietly, looks around. * Sam sits up. * Erias continues to turn and look out into the darkness. <DM> No, you don't see anything in the radius of light * Vita also looks into the darkness <DM> Erias looks intently into the night, turning slowly in a full circle. * Sam looks about, and looks at Erias expectantly. <Croc> Ereeas, some thing pull you in mind? <Erias> "There's nothing here... nothing with truly malicious intent. Not any more." <Vita> "I don't see anything" <Vita> "Even a little further out" * Erias looks frustrated. * Croc looks at Erias. <Fordran> "Strange." <Croc> How you know nothing bad here? <Fordran> "You're sure it was something going after your mind?" * Erias looks at Croc. <Erias> "I can... feel it. I can feel bad people." <Fordran> "A gift, from Pelor." <Croc> Pelor? <Sam> ("No, the surly rhinoceros is not evil.") <Croc> He friend? <Fordran> "God of the Sun." <Erias> "I'm sure it was something trying to compel me. I don't know if it was a person or a spirit, or..." * Croc looks at Fordran. <Erias> "But it was sudden and powerful. There was something trying." * Sam stands, because he thinks it might be prudent. <Croc> Ereeas, you feel bad thing when it pull you? <Croc> but then you not feel bad thing later? <Erias> (gnah. The question is, how long do we stand around before everyone but me goes back to sleep and we wait to see if it happens again." <Vita> "So what do we do now?" <Erias> "It takes a lot of concentration, Croc. I don't notice all the time." * Erias looks around, grimaces. <Erias> "Well, if we don't see anything... I guess we have no choice but to go back to sleep." <Vita> "Do we do something so you can't hurt us if they succeed?" <Sam> (if nothing happens within 5 minutes, back to bed for me.) <Fordran> "I don't know. I guess we wait." <DM> sec <DM> Dealing with something behind the scenes <DM> pause, etc <Croc> I can pull beast in its mind <Croc> But I have to be close <Croc> I know not someone could pull humankin in mind <Foster> (Don't mind the noise, it's only a bulette tunneling its way up through your Camp Bidet) <Erias> "Well, I don't think they can control me. My connection to Pelor is quite strong. But... I worry about the rest of you." * Vita looks concerned <Erias> If I start to act oddly during this watch, wake the others. I'll do the same for you. <Sam> (or as my party called them in an earlier campaign, dire armadillos) <Vita> "Ok." <Erias> (back to bed, I guess) <Croc> Wonder how Pelohr tell good people and bad people <Croc> Maybe Pelohr just tell you who he not like <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 11 | [d20=10] [+1=1] <DM> |roll d20 +2 <tafal> incorrect usage: roll <string> (where <string> is something like: d6 or 2d6 or 2d6+4 or 2d6+1d20 or 2d6+1d5+4d7-3d4-6) => Rolls that set of virtual dice <DM> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 3 | [d20=1] [+2=2] * DM facepalms. <Fordran> (woot) <Foster> |roll 5d10 <tafal> 31 | [5d10=31] <Erias> "From what I've seen, Croc... the ones Pelor doesn't like are the ones I don't like. The ones who do the truly unkind things." <Erias> "Get some sleep, everyone." <Erias> (5d10?) <Erias> (Go, Foster!) <Vita> "Erias, what happens if you and Pelor don't agree?" * Sam goes back to bed. <Foster> (You assume that's a good thing, imo) <Croc> It not simple. Man do bad thing one day, good thing next day <Croc> Are they bad or good? <Erias> "I don't know, yet. I don't think I've ever truly disagreed with what I know in my heart Pelor is." <Fordran> "Right. Pelor sees more than you or I can. His light shines upon us all, good or bad, on good days and bad days." <Vita> "Croc, even a single man can be bad one day, good another. It is hard to tell." <Erias> "I think there are times when I think the rest of the church doesn't reflect every detail of Pelor's nature." <Fordran> "But there are some people out in the world who want to kill others, or hurt them, and for no other reason." <Croc> Back home we have another name for Pelor <Fordran> "For example, the undead." <Croc> But he no tell us who is good or bad * Fordran nods. <Fordran> "Pelor gives different gifts to different people." <Sam> (le snore) * Fordran thinks. <Fordran> "You can't tell who's good, in particular, right? Just the ones who have evil within them." <DM> Okay, sorry about that. * Fordran yawns. <Vita> "So it's a rough guess" <Vita> "but useful" <Fordran> "Give a shout if something bad happens, then." * Erias nods at Fordran. * Fordran Voluntarily Dispels the Light on his mace. <Erias> "Yes, it's only the extreme cases that stand out." * Vita nods at Fordran <DM> Okay, enough time passes uneventfully. <DM> Are people going back to sleep? <Croc> (Croc is) <Sam> (sam is already) <Vita> I'm doing my watch, then sleep <Fordran> zzzznort. <Croc> (he is thinking about why the spirit of the sun would become so judgemental all of a sudden) <DM> Okay, so Vita and Erias are still up <Erias> Right. <DM> (Private message, colin) <Erias> "I need to, uh, relieve myself. I'll be right back." <Vita> "Um, well, ok, make it quick though" <Fordran> ("Cover for me. I gotta go whiz behind a tree.") <DM> hee <Erias> "Sure." <Vita> "If you take too long I'm going to wake peolpe up to look for you" * Erias steps around the tree and into the darkness. <Fordran> (Where he becomes a Dark Knight.) * Vita moves up as close as proprietary and waits * Vita squints into the darkness, ready to shout at the sign of, well, um, anything * Vita listens to see if she can hear him actually relieving himself * Vita is suspicious of everything right now <Erias> ("Wait, you say if I sign, I get special abilities for my lost paladin levels? _And_ you'll pay my college tuition?") <Croc> (hee) <Vita> How long has passed? <Fordran> (six months) <DM> 10-15 seconds <Vita> Do I get a listen? <Erias> hey, 10-15 seconds is nothing. <Croc> (o/~ don't whiz on the ... electric fence! o/~) <Fordran> (if a guy pees in the woods, and there's no one with a good enough listen check to hear it...) <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 18 | [d20=18] <Vita> (I want my listen check!) <DM> |roll d20 +2 <tafal> incorrect usage: roll <string> (where <string> is something like: d6 or 2d6 or 2d6+4 or 2d6+1d20 or 2d6+1d5+4d7-3d4-6) => Rolls that set of virtual dice <DM> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 9 | [d20=7] [+2=2] <DM> Sigh. <Croc> (haha) <DM> Vita, go ahead, but it's pretty far. <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 31 | [d20=20] [+11=11] <DM> Jesus holychrist. <Croc> (ahahahah) <Vita> (mwhahahahahahaha) <Fordran> (pwnd) <DM> Okay, you hear a single, soft, *claaaaaaannnnngg--* <Croc> (thanks for modding tafal geo) <Fordran> (You hear several creatures peeing.) * Vita shouts "ERIAS! ARE YOU OK?!" <Croc> |roll d20-5 <tafal> 6 | [d20=11] [-5=-5] <Fordran> |roll d20-20 <tafal> -7 | [d20=13] [-20=-20] <DM> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 6 | [d20=2] [+4=4] * Fordran rolls over. * Croc grumbles in a language you don't quite understand. <DM> DIE TAFAL. <Croc> What now vee-tah? * Vita waits for a few seconds, then runs around camp banging on things and waking everyone up <Vita> I don't know <Vita> he went that way *points* <Vita> He said he had to pee * Fordran gets up. <Vita> I heard a claaaaaang <Fordran> "What... what's going on?" * Sam wakes up. Again. * Sam doesn't look amused. * Vita repeats the last three lines <DM> What do you think getting out of plate pajamas *sounds* like, Vita/ <Vita> Um... * Vita looks embarrassed <DM> Listen check * Fordran grabs his mace. <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 14 | [d20=11] [+3=3] <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 9 | [d20=6] [+3=3] <Vita> (I figured I'd be hearing pee, not plate) * Vita rolls an int check <Vita> |roll d20 <tafal> 6 | [d20=6] <Croc> (you know, I should point out at this point that it's impossible to put on or take off full plate by oneself) <DM> Listen check, too <Vita> Well, that settles that. <DM> Vita <Croc> (in the interests of realism, of course) <Vita> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 28 | [d20=17] [+11=11] <Fordran> (codpiece ez-access flap 4tw) <Croc> (that wouldn't clang~) <Croc> (anyways this is all metagame) <Vita> "HE'S YELLING THAT IT"S A TRAP" <Vita> He says HELP * Vita runs off in a direction, Pup and bow in tow <Vita> (the direction she heard the sound from) * Croc picks up his spear, and runs off. <Fordran> "Erias!" * Fordran casts Yet Another Light, and chases after the rest. <Croc> (; ; still don't have my spells) * Sam sighs and chases Fordran's light. * Vita is squinting into the darkness, probably trying to use Fordran's light to see although she's a bit in front * Fordran wishes he'd taken Magic Vestments. I mean, I'm always gonna be in plate, right? Right? <DM> You run in the direction Vita heard the sounds <DM> Vita, survival check to track <Vita> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 13 | [d20=3] [+10=10] <DM> Okay, you follow the plate footprints fairly easily in the dirt up until they stop <DM> The area is trampled a bit <Vita> Um... stop? * Fordran nearly runs over Vita. <DM> Well, it looks like someone walked this way, then stood for awhile. <Croc> (croc smells for urine) <Vita> "Now where?!" * Fordran looks around. <Croc> (near the ground) <Fordran> "Erias! <Fordran> " <DM> You can't see tracks leading away, but you see a heavy indentation on the ground near the last set of prints. * Vita points at the heavy indentation <Vita> What made *that*? <Fordran> "You're the wilderness expert." * Vita tries to figure out what the indentation is <Croc> |roll 20+12 <tafal> incorrect usage: roll <string> (where <string> is something like: d6 or 2d6 or 2d6+4 or 2d6+1d20 or 2d6+1d5+4d7-3d4-6) => Rolls that set of virtual dice <DM> Looking closer, it has a buckle imprint <Croc> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 31 | [d20=19] [+12=12] <Croc> (ok that was knowledge: nature, but i am guessing it's futile) <Croc> (also i always seem to roll 19 today) <DM> Fordran, it looks like an armor print <Fordran> "Wait a second." * Fordran squats down, bringing the glowy mace close to the imprint. <Vita> "Is it an illusion? I disbelieve!" <DM> Search checks, if you're searching <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 1 | [d20=1] <Fordran> "Aha! Some grass." <Vita> |roll d20 <tafal> 20 | [d20=20] * Fordran stabs tafal in the eye. <tafal> Jesus FUCK my EYE CHRIST! * Vita binds tafal's wound and takes him out to dinner <DM> Vita, you find one of those sticks. <Sam> |roll d20 <tafal> 12 | [d20=12] <Vita> "(world appropriate curse!) It's a teleporter!" * Vita picks up the stick <Vita> It's probably out now <Fordran> "Like the ones the half-orcs had?" <Vita> "Yes." <Fordran> "How does it work? And why is it still here?" <Vita> "He's gone. I found some of those by some battles back before I ran into you." <Vita> "I don't know how they work, they make people appear... somewhere else. I wish to Garl I knew where.:" <Fordran> "Is there any way we could follow them? Find out where it took him?" <Vita> 'Foster or Apol might know more, curse our luck" <Vita> "I dont' know." <Fordran> "We'd better get them. Pelor, watch over Erias..." <Vita> "How did he even GET one of those?!" <Vita> "Remember, one of the orcs said something about how the boss said to use the stick? He must have been... controlled..." * Fordran looks around nervously. <Fordran> "Why just Erias?" <Vita> "Let's get the others. Now." <Fordran> "Okay. Let's break camp. I'm gonna suit up." <Vita> "I think it's best we aren't split up." <Vita> "need some help?" <Fordran> "Please." <Fordran> "1d4 minutes sucks." * Vita helps Fordan suit up and they run into town <Vita> (assuming everyone else is fine with this plan) <Sam> (ok here) <DM> Public Service Announcement <DM> You have Action Points <Fordran> (ooh. what can we do with Shiny Action Points?) <DM> Well, add to listen checks for some <DM> Add to init checks for others :P * Fordran coughs. <DM> (CURSE YOUOOO TAFAL!) <Croc> (I don't like that announcement) * Fordran takes 2 minutes to Don Armor. <Fordran> (With Help.) <DM> Fordran, Vita, Sam, Croc rush to town in the dead of night. <Foster> (Action points are described under their own heading on http://www.goblinjesus.com/rwang/ddirc.html ) <DM> A bewildered night watchmen stops them at the gate. <DM> "Halt! Who goes there!" * Vita waits for Fordran to respond * Vita distinctly lets him be in front <Fordran> "We need to get to an inn, the... what was its name?" <Fordran> "The Marliner?" <Vita> "Mariner?" <Sam> "Marinus?" <DM> "Um. State your business at this hour?" <DM> "Oh." <DM> "Just going to the inn?" <Fordran> "Yes. And the Farmer's Fair." <DM> "Okay, you scared me, rushing up like that." <DM> "Oh, okay." <DM> "I guess you're alright then." <DM> He opens a small door in the gate. <Fordran> "Sorry about the running and surprising." * Vita follows Fordran into the town <Apol> ("These are not the droids you are looking for." "Ok, move on.") <Fordran> "Thanks. Pelor shine upon you this... night." <DM> He yawns. <DM> "Thank you." * Fordran jogs onward. <Sam> (following) <DM> You arrive, panting in front of the Marinus. <DM> Well, except Sam. <DM> Who has faster footspeed. <Croc> (hehe) * Fordran takes a moment to take a breath, and then enters. * Vita probably had to mount Pup to do that <DM> The door is locked. <Fordran> "Of course." * Fordran knocks. <DM> You hear the sound of someone walking to the door. * Vita looks antsy and anxious <DM> It opens slowly, and a tired-looking host looks out. <DM> "Oh, good evening... morning? Sirs... and madam." <Fordran> "Good evening. Sorry to bother you at this hour, but we need to talk to a friend of ours who is staying here." <Fordran> "It's very urgent." * Vita realizes she's still up on Pup and dismounts during the exchange <DM> "Er, it's very irregular. But I guess another visitor at this hour won't hurt." * Fordran looks at the group. "Another?" <DM> He lets you in. <DM> "Yes, there was a young lady to see... Oh, but I shouldn't be indiscreet. My apologies." <Vita> "do we know which room is theirs?" <Fordran> "His name is Foster. He has a ... dragon ... friend." <DM> His face brightens up. <Fordran> "A small one. About yea big, kinda reddish brown." <DM> "Oh! Yes, he's the one with the lady friend." <DM> "I'm afraid he hasn't returned yet." <Fordran> "He left?" <DM> "I think his familiar is still in his room." <Vita> "Let's get the "familiar" <Vita> : <Fordran> "You don't happen to know who he left with?" <DM> "I'm not really sure, to be honest." <DM> "I thought I heard him leave, but it could have just been the young lady." <Fordran> "Mm. Okay. Which room?" <DM> "I will slip a note under his door. I'm afraid I can't let you just barge in on him. Indiscreet, you know." <Fordran> "It really is quite urgent." <Vita> "But we have to talk to him *NOW*" <DM> "I'm sorry, but there's no way I can verify you are in fact his friends without waking him up." * Fordran tries to be all Diplomatic. Untrained. <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 21 | [d20=18] [+3=3] <Sam> (woot!) <Croc> (mm. tafal.) <Vita> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 10 | [d20=8] [+2=2] <DM> Yeah, okay, Fordran, let's see what you actually say> <Vita> "Uh, well, if he recognizes us we're friends." (I also was all diplomatic. Sucking.) <Fordran> (geh.) <Fordran> "Look, someone's life is in danger, and our we need our friend here to help him. I'll pay you for the trouble." <Fordran> (bribery 4tw) <Foster> (The coin of Pelor turns many a face~) <DM> "I couldn't possibly accept that." *sigh* "Very well, you seem sincere. I will go knock. You stay here." <Fordran> "Thank you very much." <Apol> |roll d20-13 <tafal> -3 | [d20=10] [-13=-13] <Fordran> ("I'll totally give you a +1 to attacks and saves against fear.") <Croc> (hehe) <Fordran> (a-c-t-i-o-n) <Fordran> (p-o-i-n-t) * Apol flies downstairs. "Where is Foster?" <Fordran> "We were hoping you'd know." <Apol> "I found this." *shows note* <Vita> "We thought you might know!" * Fordran takes note. * Vita shows Apol the stick * Fordran right clicks to read. <Vita> "Erias disappeared!" <Apol> "Ohhh." <DM> "Dear sir, a young lady has called upon you. Not wishing to disturb you, I have left this note. If you receive it before the morning, she is waiting in the common room." <Vita> "He left this!" * Apol takes stick. Pulls out monocle and looks at it. * Fordran looks at the innkeeper dude. <Apol> "It still has magics." <Fordran> "So did she even enter his room?" <DM> "No sir, not that I know." <Vita> "Um, Apol, do you know what type of magics?" * Vita looks worried <Fordran> "This room we're in, this is the common room?" <Apol> "I don't know but I can use it. Want me to use it on you?" <DM> "Yes, this is the common room." <Vita> "NO" <Fordran> (to apol) "No!" <Fordran> "Do you know what she looked like?" <Vita> "Erias was proably transported by this! I don't know if we want others taken too" <DM> "She was youngish, looked maybe about Mister Foster's age, pretty." * Fordran mutters, "Go Foster, I guess." <Apol> "So Erias and Foster are gone?" <Vita> "I guess" <Vita> "Now what?!" * Fordran turns to Vita. "I don't suppose you can follow people's tracks in towns?" <Apol> "Foster's stuff is upstairs." <Apol> "Why would he leave his stuff?" <Fordran> (I mean, how hard is the DC anyway. So what if it's a Hard surface.) <Fordran> "What stuff?" <Vita> "I doubt it. Maybe Pup can get his scent..." <Apol> "His glowy stuff? Does that mean he doesn't want it anymore?" <Fordran> "Uh oh." <Vita> "Why would he drag it along? Apol was there" <Fordran> "Would he just leave his ... glowy stuff?" <Vita> (Shoot, I don't know how track by scent works) <Croc> Apol, when we were sleeping under sky, ereeas says someone pull in his mind <Fordran> "Maybe. But first Erias, now Foster. It worries me." <Croc> Maybe someone pull in Foster's mind too <Croc> Made him go away <DM> Vita (It just allows tracking when there's no visual sign) <Vita> (but do I or Pup have it?) <Apol> "The female person pulled at Foster's mind?" <Croc> Maybe. I not know. <Croc> Two humankin gone in one night. <DM> Host "Will sirs and madam require anything?" <Vita> "I don't like this at all." <Fordran> "A moment. I think we'll need to collect Foster's things. He may have been kidnapped." <Vita> "I wish I had done more before he left... but I didn't want to stop him from... well... relieving himself" <Fordran> (riding dogs do have Scent) <Vita> "If I can get a small piece of Foster's or Erias's stuff Pup can try and track by Scent" <Fordran> (oh, for reference, when we broke camp, we brought erias' stuff; i'm probably carrying some) <Croc> (I had an animal companion once...) <DM> "Um. I don't think I could in good conscience release his belongings to you." <Sam> (fyi, tony grows sleepy. not bored, just tired.) <Fordran> "Hm. Can you watch over them, at least?" <DM> "His familiar, perhaps." <Fordran> "Oh. Yes, that's true. Apol, you can claim his stuff, right? Temporarily. I mean." <Apol> "Yes, I.. oh. Ok. I'll take his stuff for now." <Apol> "Can I put his bag in my bag?" <Fordran> "No." <Apol> (hee! boom!) <Apol> "Can someone help me?" <Fordran> "Of course." * Apol flies back to the room. <Croc> Hmmm. <Fordran> "Maybe we can get Pup to follow his trail... can Pup do that?" <Vita> "I just said that." <Foster> (Thank you for not detonating my stuff onto the Astral~) <Fordran> "Sorry. Right." <Vita> "So let's go give him scent. Sooner is better" <Fordran> (how much stuff is there to carry?) * Vita motions people outside <DM> Bag, bedroll, stick <DM> It's a really nice stick. <Vita> "Apol, do you have anything right now?" <Fordran> "Nice stick." <Foster> (One bag, one bedroll, one ornately carved walking stick) <DM> Sam (Okay. I'll try to find a good place to hold soon) <Apol> "He just has that stick, bag, and bedroll. The bedroll.... really smells like Foster." <DM> Oy :P <Fordran> "Good. Let's have Pup smell that." * Sam volunteers his able body to carry things. * Fordran piles stuff onto Sam's Able Body. <DM> (Unbeknownst to Sam, Foster kept a piece of Dwarven Mithril inside the bag, thereby triggering Sam's Armor Restriction) <Croc> (hehe) <Sam> (KHAAANNNNN!) * Vita has Pup smell that <DM> Pup sniffs the bedroll, then snuffles at a bench near the fireplace <DM> He follows the trail to the door, then paws at the door. * Vita opens the door <DM> Pup snuffles outside and barks once, about 10 feet out of the door. <Vita> "Anyone want to search the area?" <Vita> "Any farther, Pup?" * Fordran follows Pup outside. * Fordran looks around. <DM> Well, we should probably cut here <Vita> Ugh! A cliffhanger! <DM> Since Tony is falling asleep <Vita> *grin* * Fordran freezes with a big To Be Continued on his chest. <DM> Isn't it always a cliffhanger? :P <Foster> Yes. <Fordran> (at least it's not an Alias cliffhanger) <Foster> Yes it is. <Vita> Not with people all far away and stuff =P <Sam> omgnerfsleep, etc. <DM> heh <Fordran> (zomgnerfdr00ds) <Croc> (; ;) <Croc> (I don't even have my animal companion! I need buffz) <Foster> please. like he'd let you get the party back together before cliffhangerism. :p * Fordran nods. <Vita> I think it's punishment for splitting up <Fordran> i'm so Flamestriking something. <Sam> never mind the relog, i'm really off to bed. <Sam> thanks, and goodnight! * Sam has quit IRC (Quit: You escaped the dungeon.) <Erias> night, tony * Erias will just hang out in limbo. <DM> Colin, Ian, still up for stuff? <Erias> oh. sure! <DM> Since you wake up before they find you