<DM> Roll call~ <Foster> Present. <Apol> rarr <Sam> tasty beverage: check. stylin' music: check. player: check. <Erias> Present. Do we get rounded up, rounded down, or exact average hp? <Foster> Exact, add decimals as needed, AFAIK <Fordran> yarr. <DM> check the goblinjesus rules, but in short: exact average, rounded down <Erias> ah. added with fractions, then rounded down. <Erias> (I assume) <DM> right <Fordran> (I cast flamestrike.) <DM> Last time, on All My Goblins... <DM> "As it approaches dusk, and you head back to the inn..." <DM> <Fordran> dun dun DUHN <Fordran> dun Dun DUHN. * Sam looks surprised, because he thinks he's supposed to. <DM> A squat, scruffy figure steps out of a nearby alley, directly in your path, about 15' ahead. * Erias slows. <Fordran> "Ah." * Foster appraises the figure. <Erias> (it's worth 250 gp, +/- 10%) <Fordran> (appraise DC 15) <DM> It's the guy that challenged you to single combat last time. <DM> Oh, and listen checks. <Erias> woo! * Foster wasn't there, but hey, details. <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 15 | [d20=12] [+3=3] <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 7 | [d20=4] [+3=3] <Erias> |roll d20+not very much <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 <Fordran> "Oh! Fancy meeting you again." <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 4 | [d20=3] [+1=1] <Erias> (have we slept since leveling? I don't think we have.) * Sam does not try to be funny. <DM> Something is odd about his posture and demeanor. I mean, compared to how he was behaving last time. Well, odd in a different way. <Fordran> "Are you all right?" <Foster> |roll d20+1 <DM> (Erias: no) <tafal> 10 | [d20=9] [+1=1] <DM> Did everyone roll listen checks? <Erias> Yes. I got a 4. <Sam> (yep, 7) <Fordran> (i got 15) <Erias> (I wasn't here last time we met him, so the comparitive difference is lost on me.) * Fordran looks up. <Sam> (this is the guy i tangled with, right?) * Apol swoops down on the humans... aims right for Fordran since he is looking up. * Erias glances at Fordran, then back at the figure, and relaxes slightly. <DM> (Sam: yes) * Fordran ducks out of Apol's nosedive. <Apol> "Hi!" <DM> Who's in front? <Fordran> "Aah. You almost hit me!" * Sam barges forward. * Foster is probably near the front, if not leading them to the inn. * Apol flutters around Fordran and then lands on his head, "Did not!" <Erias> I slowed down, but will speed up again to catch up if people pass me. <DM> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 17 | [d20=12] [+5=5] <Fordran> "Anyway." * Fordran looks back at the Dwarf-dude. <Sam> "Yes, um, hello again, I think?" <DM> |roll 2d8+2 <tafal> 7 | [2d8=5] [+2=2] <DM> The hairy little man leaps directly at the nearest target (Sam) and rakes you across the chest for 7 damage <DM> (damn, his nails are sharp) <DM> (you were caught flat footed) <Fordran> "What the--" <DM> (No, he didn't respond to anything any of you said) <Erias> I react as quickly as initiative allows. * Sam doesn't scream a girly scream. * Apol was going to whisper to Fordran but sees the odd man attack Sam.. "Who is.. Hey!" <DM> Init <Sam> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 10 | [d20=6] [+4=4] <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 8 | [d20=8] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 11 | [d20=10] [+1=1] <Apol> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 20 | [d20=19] [+1=1] <Fordran> (zomg) <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 3 | [d20=3] <Apol> (woo! oh wait, dang, wasted!) <DM> |roll d20 <tafal> 8 | [d20=8] <DM> Apol <DM> (this is the surprise round) <DM> So partial actions only <Apol> (ok forget the cone, going to attack) * Apol leaps into the air and goes for the jugular. <DM> er wait <DM> no surprise round <Erias> he was the surprise round <DM> right <Apol> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 27 | [d20=16] [+11=11] <DM> hit <Apol> |roll d6 <tafal> 6 | [d6=6] <DM> Apol swoops down to the man's neck, and bites down into his exposed flesh... <DM> But his skin is really, really tough. <DM> You don't seem to even puncture through <Erias> gnah. <DM> Make sense motive rolls <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 19 | [d20=18] [+1=1] <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 11 | [d20=8] [+3=3] <Fordran> (hot) <Erias> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 9 | [d20=4] [+5=5] <Erias> (hunh. inversely related to our ability.) <Apol> |roll d20 <tafal> 19 | [d20=19] <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 6 | [d20=3] [+3=3] <Foster> "He's moving like some sort of sick marionette." <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 7 | [d20=6] [+1=1] <Apol> "mrrffle" <DM> -> Foster <Erias> (int checked -- okay, I'm pretty sure a marionette is some sort of goblinoid. kill him!) <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 27 | [d20=12] [+15=15] <Erias> mmmf. <Foster> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 7 | [d20=5] [+2=2] <Foster> |roll 1d6 <tafal> 1 | [1d6=1] <DM> Foster focuses intently on the hairy guy, pressing both index and middlefingers to his temples. <DM> The man's eyes widen momentarily and twitch towards Foster, but his face remains expressionless <DM> Done? <Foster> Yeah. <DM> -> Sam * Sam dodges the obvious assailant. <Sam> "All right, you jerk." <Sam> (flurry) <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 9 | [d20=1] [+8=8] <Sam> (aack.) <DM> 2nd attack? <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 21 | [d20=13] [+8=8] <DM> and 3rd, Iassume <Sam> (no 3rd yet) <DM> damage for #2 <Sam> |roll d8+2 <tafal> 3 | [d8=1] [+2=2] <DM> Sam explodes into a flurry of strikes, connecting solidly to the chest of his attacker. *THUNK* <DM> That really hurt. <DM> Done? * Sam winces. <Sam> (done) <Erias> (hurt the guy, or hurt Sam?) <DM> Sam <Sam> (not telling~) <DM> Fordran, you're tied for init <Fordran> (dex 10) <DM> Yeah <DM> Roll d20 <DM> |roll d20 <tafal> 17 | [d20=17] <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 13 | [d20=13] <DM> He'll go first * Fordran stays flat-footed. <DM> The man... quivers... <DM> "Help... me..." <DM> And stands motionless <DM> -> Fordran <Fordran> "...what?" <Fordran> "Pelor, grant me your sight..." (Detect Magic) <Fordran> (concentrating on him) * Fordran meanwhile fumbles for his buckler. <Fordran> "There's some magic around him..." <Fordran> (done) <DM> -> Erias <Erias> (questions in /msg) <Erias> "Help you... with what? You just attacked us!" * Erias stares intently at the dwarf. * Erias eases his shield from his back. <Erias> "I sense an evil..." <Erias> (Done.) <DM> The man's eyes regain their intent focus, and his body stops quivering. <DM> -> Apol * Apol disengages teeth from the man, looks him in the eye and lets loose fumes. <Apol> (slow breath) <DM> The gas sprays across him, point blank, but he shakes it off. <Apol> |roll d4 <tafal> 1 | [d4=1] <DM> -> Foster <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 29 | [d20=14] [+15=15] <Foster> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 17 | [d20=15] [+2=2] <Foster> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 27 | [d20=20] [+7=7] <DM> (making me look up rules, grumble) <Foster> oh noes~ <Foster> |roll d6 <tafal> 4 | [d6=4] <DM> Foster makes a curt brushing away gesture with crossed arms towards your attacker, and there is a brief wrenching sound in your heads. * Fordran winces. <DM> With a motion that would be appropriately accompanied by an audible pop, the man crumples to the ground. <DM> -> Sam <Foster> "I believe I have severed the connection by which he was being controlled." <Sam> (continuing to dodge dwarf) * Sam adopts a guarded stance. <DM> (the uh, "dwarf," as you say, is on the ground_ <Sam> (yes, i know) <DM> <man> "... still... here... invisible..." <DM> He tries to crawl past Sam * Sam lets him crawl. <Sam> (done) <DM> -> Fordran * Fordran continues to concentrate on the guy on the ground. <Fordran> "Foster... what... happened?" <Fordran> (waiting on number of aurae and power of strongest one) <Foster> "He was possessed. I would guess that the creature that was controlling him is still present." <Erias> (you and me both) <Fordran> "Wait... his magical aura is gone... but there's another..." <Fordran> (done) <Fordran> (scratch that) <Fordran> "The magical aura is weakening..." <DM> -> Erias <Fordran> (done) * Erias stands very still and watches the area carefully. <Erias> "There is something evil here. But it sounds like it may not be this man." <DM> done? <Erias> Yes. <DM> The man on the ground, now having crawled to about Fordran, stops in his... tracks? and screams, abruptly, bloodcurdlingingly, and stops just as abruptly, falling unconscious. <DM> -> Apol * Apol flies about 15 feet into the air while pulling out the Wonderful Monocle of Shiny Things. Apol looks around the whole area through the monocle. <Apol> done <DM> -> Foster * Foster holds himself ready to respond to any attacks that may occur. <Foster> (delaying) <DM> -> Sam * Sam looks around for the next threat that isn't the unconscious man. <Sam> (also delaying) <DM> The man begins breathing again in short, ragged breaths. <DM> -> Fordran * Fordran kneels down cautiously. <Fordran> "Can you hear me? What's happening to you?" <DM> (Wait, wait, when did you take points in Kneeling?) <Fordran> (3rd round of concentration) <Fordran> (class ability) <Erias> (he can do it untrained... it's only a DC, what, 18?) <DM> Fordran: spellcraft rolls <DM> 1 <Fordran> (woo, spell...crap) <Erias> (is that a class ability like flurry of blows?) <Fordran> (that's int isn't it) <DM> Trained only <Fordran> -NaN <Foster> (Describe the auras to me~) <DM> (hee~) <Fordran> ("They're kind of light teal") <Fordran> (done) <Fordran> "There's still some leftover magic on him." <DM> "Guwah. Baskets... broadweave..." <DM> -> Erias <Erias> "I think it's gone. Let me try this, just in case..." * Erias kneels and chants something pious and indecipherable. Unless you have spellcraft. <Foster> ooh, ooh!@ <Foster> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 8 | [d20=3] [+5=5] <Foster> (Yup. That's prayin' alritght) <Apol> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 24 | [d20=20] [+4=4] <DM> After a few minutes of tension, it feels as if danger has passed. <DM> However, the disturbance (and screaming) has attracted some curious onlookers. <Foster> (to Sam) "Are you alright?" <DM> The scruffy man on the ground gets up on his hands and knees, dry heaves, then sits back. <Erias> "Put your weapons away if they're out." * Fordran puts his buckler away. <Fordran> "We should move him someplace more private." <DM> "Mmmmmnnnnbaskets." <Foster> "He's clearly not well." * Erias stands and walks a few steps in the direction of (the bulk of) anyone who's stopped to watch. <DM> Some of them scurry away. * Erias makes eye contact with the crowd (no mean feat) and smiles amiably, in a this really isn't a big deal sort of way. * Sam concentrates for a moment, breathing meditatively. <Sam> (to Foster) "I shall be fine." <Sam> (wholeness of body, yo.) <Foster> "Good. Hopefully, he won't be having another fit." <Fordran> (are we near the inn?) <DM> Erias: Diplomacy~ * Apol flies closer to Foster. <DM> (Fordran: Yeah, a block or so) <Apol> "Maybe Argus would know what to do?" <Erias> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 19 | [d20=11] [+8=8] <DM> *ting* <Fordran> "The inn's closer. We can bring him indoors and maybe call for Argus." <DM> The crowd, not seeing any more excitement and bloodshed, wanders off. <Foster> "In any case, we had best get off the streets." <DM> He gets groggily to his feet, rubbing his temples. * Erias turns back to the group. "I agree. Let's take him to the Inn for now." <DM> "Beechbark..." <Erias> "Sir, we'll do what we can for you. Please come with us." <DM> He nods at Erias, gratefully, opening and closing his mouth a few times. <Apol> "Beechbark broadweave basket bonanza?" * Fordran helps him along. <DM> He gives a dismayed look at Apol. <DM> You get to the inn without incident. <Erias> "Some sort of attack on the mind, then? I don't know what's best to do for him." <DM> The innkeeper looks at the unkempt man with disapproval, but you're all paying customers, so he keeps his mouth shut. <Apol> "Want me to get Argus?" <Fordran> "Please." <Fordran> "I think he'd know best what to do." <Foster> "As far as I can tell, whatever was controlling him severely damaged his mind before departing. I'm not sure Argus will be of much aid." <Sam> "Mind control magic...?" * Sam looks uncomfortable. <Foster> "Judging from the way he was acting, yes." <Apol> "Who would want to do that?" <DM> Innkeeper: "Er, would you like a table? The back room, perhaps?" <DM> Innkeeper: "Or maybe you would like supper taken to your rooms?" <Sam> ("Who would want to? Someone who's obviously compensating for something..." "CUT! No rude ad-libs please!") <Erias> "To our rooms, please." <Foster> "Supper in our rooms would be ideal, thank you." <DM> "Very good sirs" (with obvious relief) <Fordran> "I can try to restore some of the damage done to him, but I'm afraid my ability is still weak..." <Erias> "We need powerful healing for this man. Perhaps the temple...? Perhaps tomorrow?" <Foster> (once we arrive in a room where we can talk, to Apol) "At a guess, the people that kidnapped myself and Erias." * Erias 's eyes widen. "Do you think his power has been taken?" <DM> The man takes a deep breath. <DM> He points to himself. <DM> "Grant." <Foster> "Is that your name, or what they did to you?" <DM> "Name." <Erias> "Grant, I am Erias." <Fordran> "I am Fordran." <DM> He nods, apparently struggling for words. <Foster> "My name is Foster." <Sam> "Sam. Please forgive me for failing to hurt you." <Fordran> "Erias... whoever captured you and Foster hired him to stop us from getting to you." <DM> "Baaask-- gaaah. Grant fight." <DM> "Gray basket basket rattan" <Fordran> "It looks like they had one more use for him." <DM> "nnngghhh" <DM> "Gray give Grant money for fight basket" <DM> "No basket. Fight." * Apol is confused. <Fordran> "There's that Gray again." <Foster> "A moment. While I cannot ward us from scrying attempts, I can at least erect a ward that will allow me to discern their point of origin." <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 24 | [d20=9] [+15=15] <Foster> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 21 | [d20=19] [+2=2] <Foster> |roll d6 <tafal> 5 | [d6=5] <Erias> having keyboard issues, guys <Erias> hm. okay. back to one shift key being erratic. <DM> "Grant show you secret door" <DM> "Gray weave grant head" <DM> He sighs in frustration. <Fordran> "Oh. Punishment." <Erias> "He's going to show us a secret door?" <DM> He snaps his finger and points to Fordran. <Fordran> "He showed us the way to find you." <Fordran> "This was his... reward." <Erias> "...oh!" <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 25 | [d20=10] [+15=15] <DM> "Grant no more fight, grant weave basket." <DM> He is very upset about this last bit. <Erias> "We need to find a way to help him." <Apol> "Why did you hit Sam if you want to weave baskets?" <Fordran> "I wonder if whatever we need to do to help you and Foster is what we need to do to help Grant here." <Fordran> "I think he's saying that his head's all twisted up." <Foster> "This man's mind has been very systematically damaged." <Fordran> "Like a woven basket." <Foster> "I *think* that I may be able to correct the damage, but not, at least, until i fix what's wrong with my own head." <Foster> "Grant, did they use the machine on you, or was it a person that did this?" <Sam> "I hope I don't meet Gray." <Sam> "I really hope I don't." <DM> He makes a gesture, two hands cupped, fingers pointing downwards, in a floaty motion. <DM> "Can't see, invisibile" <Fordran> "I don't get it." <Erias> "Gray is a jellyfish?" <Erias> "Oh." <Foster> "Ah. The creature." <Fordran> "That thing..." <DM> "Two, maybe more" <DM> "Fight for Gray" <Fordran> "Great. One was rough enough as it was." <Foster> "Troublesome." <Erias> "If we could see it... we _might_ have a chance." <Foster> "While there are certainly magical solutions for detecting invisible creatures, I believe that a trip to our local market for some sacks of flour may serve us better in the mean time." <Erias> "You know... I'll bet this Gray fellow would know how to fix him. And us." <Erias> "Uh... yeah. That's actually a really good idea." <Apol> "Or mud, the turtles in the river are funny when they get splotchy." <Erias> "Mister Grant, do you know how to find Gray and the invisible jellyfish?" <DM> He shakes his head. <Fordran> "Where were you before they did stuff to your head?" <Foster> "Hmmmm..." <DM> "Bar... drink... docks..." <Foster> "Grant, I believe I know a way to fix your mind. You may find it somewhat draining, however. Would you like me to try?" <DM> He nods vigorously. "Basket!" <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 16 | [d20=1] [+15=15] <Foster> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 20 | [d20=18] [+2=2] <Foster> |roll d6 <tafal> 5 | [d6=5] <DM> Foster sits in a chair, behind Grant, placing his hands over Grant's temples. <DM> Everyone present hears a slight hum in the air, a hint of a chime in their heads, and a subtle glow around Grant's head. <DM> For the next 10 minutes, Foster concentrates on the back of Grant's head. <DM> Grants eyes occasionally roll back into his head, whites showing. <DM> At the end of the ten minutes, there is a hint of a chime in your heads. <DM> Grant stands up angrily. * Fordran leans back. * Erias waits for it. <DM> "I'm gonna wring that wiry *mutter mutter* bloody neck!" <Fordran> "I think it worked, Foster." <DM> "That mother leching, squid molesting piker!" <Foster> "It certainly seems to." <DM> "That *mutter* donkey kissing basket!" * Fordran leans next to Erias. "What's a squid?" <Foster> "Your synopsis of his good qualities seems to be correct." <DM> He blanches as he says basket. <DM> "I... NEVER want to see a... *pantomimes a small carrying object*... again!" * Sam quietly asks someone, "Should I be relieved?" <Erias> (argh keyboard again) <Fordran> "Pardon me for asking, but... I'm still confused about this basket thing..." <DM> "The bleedin' bastard replaced alla' me memories o' fightin' with BASKET WEAVING." <DM> "I couldna' TALK straight!" <Erias> (to Fordran:) "I think a squid is sort of like a jellyfish. Which really suggests some odd things about his evil little group." <DM> "All I could see, THINK were bleedin' WICKER!" * Fordran opens his mouth, closes it. * Erias blinks. <DM> "'scuse me, I need ta punch somethin'." <Fordran> "I never figured something like that could be so cruel." <Sam> "Where I've been, squid were for eating, and jellyfish for avoiding..." * Fordran scurries out of the way at that last statement. <DM> He punches himself in the head. *THONK* * Apol winces. <DM> "Ahhh... Tha's the stuff." <Fordran> "Um. Did you need any healing?" <DM> "So, uh, wha's yer beef with Gray?" <DM> "Nah, lad, I'm fine. Didna' even feel it." <Erias> "He stole some of my mind." <Foster> "Well, there's the part where he kidnapped me, hooked me up to some arcane machine, and then sucked parts of my soul out through my head." <DM> He looks sheepish. * Erias points at Foster. "Yeah. That." <Fordran> "Who is this Gray?" <DM> "I don' suppose ye have the machine?" <Foster> "It was rather too large." <Erias> "And the door to the prison with the machine seems to move around." <Foster> "I did my best to destroy it before leaving, but don't think I was terribly successful in that." <Fordran> "They were strapped to it, I think. Kind of room-sized." <Fordran> "Lots of jars, though. Glass jars, I think." <DM> "I was brawlin' down in a pub by the docks, and an orc offered me a job with a guy, sez the guy's name is Gray, and that he's loaded." <Foster> "This orc... he wouldn't happen to be Bloodnose, would he?" <DM> "So hey, I get to fight, he gives me money, everybody's happy, eh?" <DM> "Oh, yeh, that orc that hangs around with Bloodnose, yeh." <Erias> (That's what I was trying to remember last time! I asked everyone if we had a lead somewhere in a tavern in the docks, and everyone said no.) <Foster> (We now have two leads.) <Foster> (This somehow suggests a connection to me~) <Fordran> "Think he's still at the docks?" <Foster> "Quite likely." <Fordran> (whoa whoa, let's not jump to conclusions) <Fordran> "Maybe we could ask him some questions." * Erias picks up his mace. <Erias> "Excellent idea." <Foster> "I believe that was already our intention." <Foster> "Now our questions will be... more pointed." <Fordran> "Oh. Oh! This is the same... huh." * Sam looks at Erias' weapon, shrugs. <Foster> "Well. An associate, of his. Agent or bodyguard, perhaps." <Erias> "Well... it's about the right time to find someone at a bar..." <Foster> "It is, in fact." <DM> Grant: "Right. Let's go." * Foster readies his things. * Fordran gets up. <DM> He barges out of the room past one of the waitstaff, nearly knocking him and his tray of food over. <Fordran> "We're just going to ask questions, right? I'm not really in the mood for a bar brawl..." * Sam stands, stretches. <Erias> "Let's go! If he gets there first, there may not be anything left." <Sam> "Yet the brawl finds you nonetheless. Inconvenient, no?" <Erias> "Don't worry, if it comes to a bar brawl, you can sit it out." <Apol> "Food!" Apol runs over to the food, paws out streched. * Erias grabs a chunk of meat from a tray on the way out. <Foster> "Well. Questions have consequences. Not answering questions also has consequences." * Sam follows Erias. * Foster does the same. <Fordran> /follow <Fordran> (I'm following Erias!) <DM> The waiter's mouth flaps open and shut a few times as you brush past him, down the stairs, and out into the night after Grant. <Erias> (Whee!) <Sam> (tasty beverages: vanquished) * Apol grabs some meat, leaps into the air and catches up to Sam. <DM> As he's rather short, you catch up to him fairly quickly <DM> Especially Apol and Sam. <Foster> ("let's go, boys. I'm in a killin' mood tonight.") <DM> You follow Grant as he navigates the streets into sketchier and sketchier parts of town, down the end of pier road to the docks. <DM> The expected unsavory elements seem to be elsewhere tonight, or else have melted away at the sound of clanking armor at a brisk pace. <Sam> (the scene where Sam comments about Stinky Meat can be found in "Deleted Scenes" on the other side of the DVD) <DM> (heh) * Fordran follows along uncertainly. <DM> Grant slows down as he winds into an alley way towards a specific warehouse, bristling with noise. <DM> er. <Erias> "So... let's not kill him straight off, alright?" <DM> Perhaps bristling is the wrong word. * Erias hurries to catch up with Grant. <Erias> (no, no, that felt right) <Sam> (bristling? sounds like a cornered hedgehog.) <Erias> "We need to know where to find the other guy." <DM> "Okay. Just gonna break a couple limbs." <Foster> "There are definitely questions to be asked." <DM> "Bah. Fine. After ye ask then." <DM> Grant swaggers up to the door and pushes it. <DM> After a tense second, he pulls it open. * Fordran looks away. <DM> The din rises considerably as the door opens. <Fordran> "Man, it's so loud in here." <Erias> (remind me not to use detect evil. might hurt my eyes.) <DM> He swaggers in, dodging some flung cutlery casually. * Foster puts on his "What the bloody hell are you looking at" sneer and follows Grant into the melee. * Erias shrugs, squares his shoulders and walks in. <Sam> (tony glares at geordan.) * Fordran follows Erias in, trying not to look conspicuous. * Erias looks _exactly_ like a lawful good paladin. <Fordran> (whaat?) <Foster> (Can't. Recall. Lyrics. For. Proper. Parody. Damnit.) * Sam mentally prepares for a moment, and follows Fordran. * Apol lands on Foster's shoulder and hisses quietly with wings slightly raised. <DM> Apol, reflex save <Apol> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 19 | [d20=13] [+6=6] <DM> You hop over a mug (empty, thankfully) flung in Foster's general direction. <DM> (And probably hiss) <DM> Grant shoves some people out of the way, taking some hits to his arms and head. <Erias> "Well, at least he's clearing a path." * Foster weaves along behind him. <Fordran> "What?" * Erias looks around for anyone orcish. <DM> *BONG* <Erias> ("I said, I'm running away with your wife!") * Erias turns and looks behind him. * Fordran is somewhat afraid to look around. <DM> Grant has stopped 3/4 the way to the other side of the mele^H^H^H^Hroom, and is waiting impatiently * Foster is right behind him. * Fordran taps Erias' shoulder and gestures for him to keep moving. * Erias looks back at a table of people, shrugs dismissively, turns and continues. <DM> A glob of something wet lands behind Erias as he walks on. <DM> (gg improvised ranged attack into melee~) <DM> Grant shouts over the din, "e's OVER THERE" <Foster> "Great." * Sam waits for the entire establishment to stare. * Foster leads the way. <Sam> (while continuing to follow) * Erias walks through the crowd, emulating Grant as necessary, until we reach him. <DM> You see the human sitting calmly (if kind of sulkily), eating his steak in a calm eye in the middle of the brawl. <DM> The front of his nose is split open in an angry red gash. <DM> This must be Bloodnose. <DM> Foster, reflex. * Apol stares at the red nose. <Erias> "Hey! Bloody! Good to see you!" * Erias isn't really sure what etiquette demands, here. * Fordran tries to look unconcerned. <Foster> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 26 | [d20=19] [+7=7] <DM> Some joker tries to trip Foster as he approaches the table, but Foster deftly steps aside. * Sam looks wary. <DM> The man eating the steak pauses, mid-cut, to glare up at Erias. <DM> He has braided, shoulder-length black hair, and tanned, leathery skin. * Erias looks relaxed and friendly. * Sam doesn't. <DM> He is clean shaven except for a meticulously trimmed and oiled goateee <DM> *goatee <DM> (with extra ees) <Foster> "Hello again, Bloodnose. Enjoying your meal?" <Erias> (are you typing, or should I go ahead and say something?) <DM> He gestures off-handedly with his fork, and resumes cutting his steak, keeping his eyes locked to Erias'. <Erias> (oh, right, Foster already met him.) <DM> Two large men and a large orc stand up to the sound of scraping chairs. * Erias grins. <Erias> "In about sixty seconds, you're going to have a nice chat with us." * Sam looks at Erias, sighs. <DM> They walk confidently up towards Erias. <DM> Grinning evilly. <DM> (Well, not evilly evilly, just nastily, but evilly is flavor text.) <Sam> (evilicious!) * Fordran looks nervously nonchalant. <Erias> Evidently armed? * Erias smiles back. <Erias> Evidently armored? <DM> One of them has a large knife in a leather sheath at his belt. <Foster> (Even if they weren't, they could grab knives out of midair easily enough, here) <DM> Not armored, they look like sailors. <Erias> point. <Fordran> (arrrrrmored.) <Erias> "Is there a problem, gentlemen?" <DM> The man with the knife speaks, as he gets right up in your personal space. <DM> "Nah, we just want to have a niiice chat outside with ya." <DM> The other man moves around to your side <DM> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 13 | [d20=9] [+4=4] <Erias> "I'm afraid that'll have to wait. I have important business to discuss with Mister Nose, here." <DM> opposed grapple <Erias> str + bab? <DM> yep <Erias> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 28 | [d20=19] [+9=9] <DM> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 11 | [d20=5] [+6=6] <Foster> (pwnt) <DM> He tries to twist your arm around in a come-along, fails. <DM> (the guy behind you) <Erias> I'd like to turn and deck him, but we might be getting into init now. <DM> The guy in front says, "Please. I insist." <DM> (not init yet, feel free to deck him) <Erias> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 14 | [d20=5] [+9=9] <DM> roll damage <Erias> |roll 1d4+2 <tafal> 3 | [1d4=1] [+2=2] <DM> Erias backhands the human trying to grab his arm into a table with a crash. The noise level does not noticeably change. <DM> "That's not very nice, now is it? We was just gonna talk to ya." <DM> He grabs an empty bottle from the nearest table. <Erias> "A little hard of hearing, aren't you? I said: I'm busy." <DM> "The Cap'n's a busy man, we're his secretaries, y'see, and we need ta screen ya." * Erias is widening his stance slightly, lowering his gaze to keep an eye to the flanks, and generally ready for combat. <DM> Grant: "This is bullshit." <Foster> "We're also busy people, sailor. And we don't have time for pissants like you." <DM> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 15 | [d20=10] [+5=5] <DM> Grant tackles him to the floor and begins pounding his forehead into the other guy's forehead. <Foster> (watch the caster talk smack as everyone else makes with the hurting!) <DM> The orc looks uncertainly back at Bloodnose, who glares angrily back at him. <Erias> (yaay!) <Fordran> "I guess that works." <Erias> (to the orc) "Sorry, friend. I don't envy your position here." <DM> The orc snarls at Erias, and charges. <DM> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 12 | [d20=5] [+7=7] <DM> Aaand doesn't manage to tackle you. <DM> init <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 19 | [d20=19] <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 10 | [d20=10] <Sam> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 6 | [d20=2] [+4=4] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 10 | [d20=9] [+1=1] <Apol> |roll d20+1 <Fordran> (great time for it.) <tafal> 6 | [d20=5] [+1=1] <DM> -> Fordran <Sam> (see, normally when my dice are this bad, i put them in the freezer.) <DM> (that'll teach em!) <Foster> (I just execute one of them as a warning to the rest) * Fordran looks around nervously, and utters a Prayer to Pelor. <Fordran> (this is round 1 of 7) * Fordran reaches for his buckler and readies it. <Fordran> (done) <Sam> (all right, tafal, you're taking a vacation with the leftover turkey!) <DM> -> Erias <Fordran> (everyone has +1 to attack, damage, saves, and skill checks) <Fordran> (bad guys get -1) <Erias> (the orc hasn't drawn a weapon, so it would be a dishonorable escalation to do so at this point.) <DM> (Pleeease, Pelor, don't let us get our asses kickeeed) <Erias> I ready my shield, and I take a swing at the orc with my gauntlet. <Fordran> ("Oh mighty Pelor, don't let me die in this rotten pit") <Foster> (aw, does this mean I can't shank the orc~) <Erias> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 12 | [d20=3] [+9=9] <DM> (Or my friends~) <Erias> (Hey, I didn't say _you_ couldn't.) <DM> (Foster: Who sez you're Lawful Good) <Foster> +another 1, I think. :p <Erias> oh right. <Erias> 13. <Foster> (not my character sheet, that's for sure) <DM> roll damage <Sam> ("Oh mighty Pelor, who are these people and why are they praying to you?") <Erias> |roll d4+2 <tafal> 3 | [d4=1] [+2=2] <Fordran> (that's +1 too) * Erias curses his d4. <Erias> oh, right. 4. <Fordran> (yay prayer) <DM> You clip him on his shoulder, and he grunts. <DM> -> Foster <Foster> Can I slide past the orc without soaking AoO? <DM> Depends on whether he feels like AoOing you :P <Foster> I'll take that as a no. <DM> There are no unoccupied squares here, basically * Foster readies himself to distract the orc when Grant attacks (aid another) <DM> Oh, grant's still pounding the snot out of the guy on the floor <DM> -> Sam <Foster> Ah. Erias, then. <Erias> Oh, damn it. I get multiple attacks. <Erias> I'll remember this time around. <DM> k * Sam tries to get somewhere near Erias, and if possible, trip the orc. <DM> Go for it <DM> you can use your flurry if you like <DM> You were right behind Erias <Fordran> (flurry of trips) <Sam> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 11 | [d20=1] [+10=10] <DM> nope <Fordran> (and then your leg falls off) <Sam> (all right, tafal, it's hard vacuum for you) * Sam dodges the orc he just failed to trip. <Sam> (done) <DM> er, flurry is two hits <DM> Trying again? <Sam> nope. <DM> ok <DM> -> Apol * Apol hovers over head and decides that slow gas is appropriate. <Apol> |roll d4 <tafal> 1 | [d4=1] <DM> |roll d20 <tafal> 1 | [d20=1] <DM> Erf. <DM> Well, everyone in the cone fails~ <DM> |roll 1d6+1 <tafal> 2 | [1d6=1] [+1=1] <Apol> (That would be the orc and Mr. Nose) <DM> And all the people behind them :P <Foster> (PS: don't aggro the bar in BRD~) <Fordran> (/me picks up the ale.) <Apol> (will they aggro or just take longer to enjoy their ale?) <Foster> (probably the latter, honestly) <DM> The ones that are drinking look around blearily <Foster> (most of them are likely too drunk to even notice. <DM> The ones that are fighting stagger around a bit more than normal <DM> Bloodnose is coughing. <DM> He stands up. <DM> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 22 | [d20=17] [+5=5] <Apol> (Acidic Dragon Slow gas is a tasty condiment! Great with steaks and a good cabernet sauvingion) <Fordran> (remember your -1 to stuff) <DM> |roll d4+4 <tafal> 6 | [d4=2] [+4=4] <Sam> (cabernet, blech.) <DM> Erias 6 nonlethal <DM> In the gut <Sam> (steaks....meh.) <Erias> "Oof." <Fordran> (the -1 is also to damage) <DM> Yeah, added in <Foster> (was that from Bloodnose or the orc?) <DM> The oc <DM> Sorry <Fordran> (wow he's strong) <DM> The orc gut punches Erias <Fordran> (oh, orc.) <DM> (Yeah, orcs are, uh, tough) <Erias> ouch. that's a whole lotta strength. <DM> "Da Cap'n don' wanna be disturbed right now" <DM> -> Fordran * Fordran sort of cowers, not really sure what to do in a crowded bar. * Fordran asks Pelor to Protect Erias from Evil, since he seems to need it right now. <DM> well, judging from the natives, punching someone in the face, or puking, would be appropriate to their customs <Fordran> (done) <DM> -> Foster <DM> Er <DM> -> Erias * Foster 's delayed Aid Another probably resolves now, too <DM> Okay <Foster> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 6 | [d20=2] [+4=4] * Erias 's positive demeanor is starting to fray. * Foster fails to render proper aid. <Erias> "Look, I'm having a rough goddamned week, bilge-sucker." <DM> second attack? <Erias> haven't done my first yet. * Erias pulls out his mace and takes a swing. <DM> Oh <Fordran> "Mind your language, Erias." <DM> Right <DM> Dur <Erias> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 23 | [d20=12] [+11=11] <Sam> (such language in a high-class establishment as this!) <DM> That... that's a hit. <Erias> |roll d8+3 <tafal> 4 | [d8=1] [+3=3] <DM> Is that with the +1 from prayer? <Erias> grr. <Erias> no. <DM> k <Fordran> (btw this is round 2 of 7 for prayer) <DM> The mace barely clips the orc's jaw, but a bright flash and sizzle erupt from the contact point. <Erias> "Pelor!" <DM> The orc makes a surprised yelp. <Erias> Since I drew, I only get one attack. I'm done. <DM> -> Foster <DM> oh <DM> hrm. <DM> Er, so what happens with your action? <DM> Remind me, rusty. <Erias> mine? <Fordran> (that was his action) <DM> Foster <Foster> I think my init is set to Erias's now. <Fordran> (Foster now follows Erias in the init order) <DM> Ok <DM> -> Sam <Erias> (that is correct, just checked; it's true for both delaying and readying0 <Erias> ) * Sam attempts to upend that same orc. (flurry of improved trip) <Sam> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 25 | [d20=16] [+9=9] <Sam> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 8 | [d20=6] [+2=2] <DM> is that both hits? <DM> Or is one of them something else? <Sam> (second is opposed check) <DM> ok <Fordran> (don't forget your, uh, +1.) <DM> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 20 | [d20=16] [+4=4] <Sam> (wouldnae mattered) <DM> Don't you have +4 for imp trip? <DM> not that that mattered either <DM> second trip? <DM> or strike <DM> You don't have to trip twice * Sam just tries to deck the orc. <Sam> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 23 | [d20=14] [+9=9] * Sam sighs, swings. <DM> hit <Sam> |roll d8+3 <tafal> 6 | [d8=3] [+3=3] <DM> is that with the +1? <Sam> (yes) <DM> Sam pummels the orc in the ribs, causing him to grunt in pain. <DM> -> Apol <Apol> I notice that Bloodnose is standing and I decide to .. uh... bite his kneecaps. <Apol> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 24 | [d20=12] [+12=12] <DM> damage <Fordran> (go go size bonus) <Apol> |roll d6+1 <tafal> 6 | [d6=5] [+1=1] <DM> Apol goes into a dive, swooping under the table <DM> Bloodnose yelps <Apol> done <DM> Bloodnose kicks blindly under the table <DM> |roll d2 <tafal> 2 | [d2=2] <DM> ... and kicks the table leg <Apol> *snicker* <DM> (second round of slow over for Bloodnose) <DM> The orc swipes at Sam <DM> and misses <DM> (2nd round of slow over for orc) <DM> Erias, opposed grapple check <DM> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 14 | [d20=12] [+2=2] <Erias> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 13 | [d20=4] [+9=9] <DM> (someone tries to bearhug you from behind) <DM> Is that with the +1? <Erias> unless prayer helps <Erias> 14, then. <DM> well, even then, ties go to aggressor <DM> right? <Erias> I think so, checking, go ahead <Fordran> (i believe so) <Fordran> (the defender sets the DC) <Foster> higher check modifier wins <DM> ahah <DM> now, does prayer help? <Erias> that's correct <Erias> a grapple check is either an attack or a skill check <Fordran> prayer affects both <Erias> then I suspect it does help. <DM> okay <DM> then you shake off the grab, it was the guy you pelted into a table earlier <DM> Grant gets up, the other human unconscious on the ground with bruises all over his face; Grant looks unscratched. <DM> Grant swipes at the orc <DM> |1d8+2 <DM> |roll 1d8+2 <tafal> 3 | [1d8=1] [+2=2] <DM> not doing very much :P <DM> -> Fordran * Fordran draws his mace with a sigh, and swings it at the orc. <Fordran> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 26 | [d20=18] [+8=8] <DM> uh <DM> yeah <DM> that's a hit :P <Fordran> |roll d8+2 <tafal> 10 | [d8=8] [+2=2] <Fordran> "Pelor, guide my hand!" *THONK* <DM> You smack him solidly on the head, and he looks dazed. <Fordran> "...Thanks!" <Fordran> (this is round 3 of 7 prayer) <DM> (Do you have an iterative yet?) <Fordran> (bab5) <DM> (k) <DM> -> Erias <Fordran> (that was my last, best hope for damage) <Foster> (ow) <Erias> I'm attacking the orc twice. <Erias> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 25 | [d20=14] [+11=11] <DM> uh, yeah, hit. <Erias> |roll d8+3 <tafal> 6 | [d8=3] [+3=3] <Erias> assuming he's still up... <DM> That knocks him out. <Erias> oh. <DM> he loses some teeth. <Erias> I spin toward the guy behind me, mace leading the way. <Erias> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 9 | [d20=3] [+6=6] <Erias> hm. <DM> whoosh, it spins over his head. <Erias> guess my _eyes_ should have led the wayt. <DM> -> Foster * Foster produces a piece of high-quality cutlery from somewhere and shanks the sailor trying to hug Erias. <Foster> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 11 | [d20=6] [+5=5] <DM> Mmm... no <DM> wait! <DM> +1 <DM> or did you already count that? <Erias> oh, man, I didn't count it. But it would have only boosted my 9 to a 10. <DM> Foster? <Foster> Alas, I already counted it. I miss him by a hair, owing to the fact that I grip my knife like a chef, rather than a knife fighter. :p <DM> Fair enough~ <DM> He ducks back as the cutlery slices open his loose linen shirt <Foster> (unless he's flanked~) <DM> You can't hear the curse <DM> (He might be, if the brawl behind him were paying any attention~) <DM> -> Sam * Sam attempts to muck up the face of the other guy trying to hurt Erias. <Sam> (flurry) <Sam> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 12 | [d20=3] [+9=9] <DM> hit <Sam> |roll d8+3 <tafal> 8 | [d8=5] [+3=3] <Sam> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 17 | [d20=8] [+9=9] <DM> You make his head bounce back like a balloon <DM> hit <Sam> |roll d8+3 <tafal> 9 | [d8=6] [+3=3] <DM> He staggers dizzily from your flurry <DM> -> Apol * Sam dodges 'im. <Sam> (done) <Apol> *chomp* <Apol> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 14 | [d20=4] [+10=10] <Apol> |roll d6+1 <tafal> 7 | [d6=6] [+1=1] <DM> "Yeeargh~" <DM> Bloodnose: "Fifty gold pieces for killing each of these fools!" <DM> Bloodnose turns tail and runs <Fordran> "Oh. I hope no one heard that." <Foster> Right into a wall of melee? <DM> People part for Bloodnose. <DM> He has a Reputation. <Erias> sonofabitch. <Foster> Heh. <DM> It got really quiet all of a sudden. <Erias> I have an increased movement rate and plate mail. Does that count? <DM> "No no, Nobby, a ball with spikes in it is called a morningstar, and is used to crush skulls, an appointment is something altogether different." <Foster> Quite. <Fordran> "Um." <DM> Right, Fordran <Fordran> (looking up spell) * Sam doesn't comment to Erias. <DM> Apol has an AoO on Bloodnose <DM> Er <DM> Can you take (Su) abilities as an AoO? <Fordran> (you can make any attack action) <DM> Su is a standard action <DM> Not an attack action <Fordran> (well - melee attack) <DM> Ok, guess not. <Foster> (attack actions include trips, grapples, and the like, however) <DM> Er. Tiny size modifier :P <Foster> tiny doesn't threaten. <Apol> (aww I can't trip can I?) <Fordran> (how far is bloodnose from the exit?) <Erias> "Making an Attack of Opportunity: An attack of opportunity is a single melee attack, and you can only make one per round. You don't have to make an attack of opportunity if you don't want to." <DM> Well, scratch that then. <DM> Fordran: He ran into the kitchen. <DM> So, Fordran again. <Fordran> "Pelor, let our spirits grow in your light!" (Mass Lesser Vigor on Erias, Sam, and me) <DM> That's the regen ticks? <Fordran> (Erias, Sam, and I now have fast healing 1 for 17 rounds) <DM> Righto <Fordran> (this is round 4 of 7 for prayer) <DM> >>> <Fordran> (done) <DM> -> Erias <Erias> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 12 | [d20=11] [+1=1] <Fordran> (sure is quiet all of a sudden) <Foster> (indeed) <Sam> (look, a tumbleweed.) <Erias> sorry about that. * Erias growls and charges after Bloodnose. <DM> Roll it <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 4 | [d20=2] [+2=2] <Erias> hm. <Fordran> (at least you're over there. i guess.) <Erias> (not so much.) <DM> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 14 | [d20=13] [+1=1] <Fordran> (at least you tried.) <DM> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 11 | [d20=10] [+1=1] <Erias> well, this was the same six seconds in which he ran <DM> (attempt to knockdown) <Erias> he was still in sight when I started moving. <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 6 | [d20=4] [+2=2] * Erias collides with a wall of brawlers and goes down in a clanging of metal. <Foster> |roll d20 <tafal> 18 | [d20=18] <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 17 | [d20=2] [+15=15] <Foster> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 10 | [d20=8] [+2=2] <DM> ouch. <DM> natural 1 <Sam> (join the club) <DM> Foster's eyes flash brightly from within, and an eerie whine starts coming from everywhere at once <DM> Tendrils of... goop? materialize out of thin air and surround Bloodnose, forming a solid shell, and he lands, mid-stride, with a crash. <DM> Spot checks, for anyone looking vaguely at Foster <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 16 | [d20=13] [+3=3] <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 12 | [d20=9] [+3=3] <DM> |roll d20 <tafal> 17 | [d20=17] <DM> |roll d20-2 <tafal> 13 | [d20=15] [-2=-2] <DM> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 9 | [d20=8] [+1=1] <Erias> I'm a little distracted, being prone <DM> Noted :P <Fordran> (forgot my +1, whatever) <Apol> Table in the way for me <DM> The crowd, frightened by this display, backs off, and many begin filtering quietly into the night, counting themselves lucky to have skipped out on their tabs while the waiters were distracted <DM> One particularly zealous would-be bounty hunter is sitting on Erias's chest, pounding away at him. <DM> Not noticing that his buddies are no longer surrounding him. <DM> He looks up, slows his rhythmic thumping. <DM> "Um... what?" * Erias sits up. <DM> "Er." <Sam> "I think your resuscitation efforts failed." <Foster> "You should leave." <DM> He runs for it. (AoO) <Erias> nah. * Erias gets to his feet, and thumps his armor. He smiles. <DM> The room is mostly clear <DM> There's a clear, apparently solid mass, roughly humanoid shaped, near the kitchen door. * Erias walks toward Bloodnose (along with the others, probably) * Fordran looks around, then puts his mace away once he ascertains that there are no immediate threats. * Fordran walks over toward Foster. <Fordran> "You okay there? <Foster> "Never felt better." <Fordran> "Because you've got a..." * Fordran wipes his nose. <Sam> "Answers my question." * Foster produces a towel from his bag, deals with his nosebleed. <Erias> "So, uh, is this going to keep holding him?" <Fordran> "Anyone hurt?" * Erias moves between the humanoid mass and the nearest door. <Erias> "Just a few bruises." <Foster> "It should last for another 30 seconds or so. be ready to kick him until he talks." <DM> Grant comes over and sits on the statue. * Fordran walks over and re-readies his mace. * Erias keeps his mace ready. <Fordran> "I don't suppose anyone has some rope handy." * Apol moves over to the side close to Bloodnose and prepares more gas if needed. <Erias> I do, actually, have some in my pack. Which I never take off. * Foster sidles over and peers down onto Bloodnose's face. <DM> The translucent shell begins to shimmer disconcertingly, then melt to liquid before dissipating into thin air, but Grant immediately grapples Bloodnose before he can regain composure. * Erias rifles through his pack and pulls out rope. He stows his shield. <DM> Grant applies some pressure to Bloodnose's shoulder joints, and Bloodnose responds with a pained grunt. <Foster> "So, Cap'n, now that we've cleared your busy schedule for the night, let's have ourselves a nice, peaceful little chat, shall we?" <Erias> "Can you hold him for a while, or should be tie him up?" <DM> He (Bloodnose) glares defiantly up at Erias. <DM> Then at Foster. * Fordran tries to look menacing with his mace. <DM> "What do you want." It's inflected like a statement. He sounds far less of a thug than those he surrounds himself with. Actual enunciation, zomg. <Erias> "Alright, we can make this quick. Tell us where Gray is or we'll hit you a lot." <DM> "Who?" <Foster> (Your erudition is staggering) <Foster> "Let's start at the beginning, then. Where are you sending all the tribals?" <DM> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 14 | [d20=4] [+10=10] <DM> "Tribals?" He looks confused. <Sam> ("I wish I were that eloquent.") <Fordran> (sense motive?) <DM> go for it <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 4 | [d20=1] [+3=3] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 4 | [d20=3] [+1=1] <Fordran> "Are you sure we have the right guy?" <Erias> "You're kidnapping people and sending them somewhere. And if you still don't know what I'm talking about, just start telling us all the illegal things you do, starting with the worst." <Foster> (god, tafal, fuck you) * Fordran stabs tafal in the eye. <tafal> Jesus FUCK my EYE CHRIST! <DM> (Colin, you're awesome) <Foster> (Indeed) <DM> "I'm just a simple businessman, I trade up and down the coast. Spices and herbs, mostly." <DM> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 21 | [d20=11] [+10=10] <Erias> ("And also all the names and back stories of everyone you know.") <Erias> (DM flamestrikes Colin.) <Erias> I'd like to hit him. * Apol hovers near Bloodnose. <DM> ("Well, there's this one guy, Ba'alzebub. Funny name Ba'alzebub. You know, just rolls off the tongue, Ba'alzebub... *FWOOSH*"_ <DM> You smack him across the face with your gauntlet. <DM> It gives him a fat lip. <DM> He grimaces a smile up at you. <DM> "I'm answering your questions, no need for violence..." <Fordran> "How about answering them truthfully this time?" <Fordran> "I mean, why would a simple business man run away from a group of well-meaning people like us?" <Erias> "If you can tell us what we want to know, that's great. If your answer is "I'm a simple businessman, and I've never done anything wrong" we're going to go back to hitting you. I just don't buy it." <DM> "Well, you interrupted my repast, assaulted my business associates, and then had your pet ravage my priceless attire." <Apol> "His nose looks funny. Do you think it tastes any good?" <DM> Grant, at this point pops a shoulder out of socket. <DM> "NNnnnngnh." <Erias> "Apol, you're welcome to snack on his priceless attire if you like." <DM> Grant: "Look, I knows it was you that hooked me up with Gray." <Fordran> "Speaking of which. Maybe you have some proof of legitimate business on his person." <Fordran> (s/his/your/) <Fordran> "Mind if I go through your pockets? Thanks." <DM> "Of *grunt* course... nnngh. I have nothing... to hide." <Fordran> "Thanks." * Fordran rifles though pockets and such. <Erias> "Well, Pelor says he's evil. I think we've got the right guy." <DM> You find a leather sack of coins, a pocket knife, a folded parchment scrip, a glass vial, a silver key. * Fordran looks through the sack, tosses it on the floor. Unfolds the parchment. * Apol lands on Bloodnose's dislocated shoulder. <DM> "Yeeeaar--." <Fordran> (anything on the parchment?) <DM> It's got some tick marks near the bottom in one handwriting, and some strange symbols, a row of 4 x 6 in the middle. <DM> Different handwriting. * Fordran shows it to Foster. "Can you make sense of this?" * Apol grabs some of the fine frilly lace of Bloodnose's cravat. <Apol> "What's that?" <Foster> |roll d20+4 <Sam> (tony is geting sleepy, work tomorrow morning, etc. etc.) <tafal> 6 | [d20=2] [+4=4] <Erias> "Look, Bloodnose, I'm really tired. It's been a long day. So start talking or we're just going to feed you to Grant and call it a night." <DM> (right wrapping up) <Foster> (GOD) <Apol> "Let me see." * Foster hands it over. * Fordran looks at the vial with interest. <Foster> "Can't make heads or tails of it) <Sam> (i'd apologize for tafal's behavior, except the bot shafted me too) <Apol> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 14 | [d20=10] [+4=4] <Apol> "This looks familiar, Bob made stuff like this. Half on one page, half on the other." <Apol> "Have to have both to understand it." * Apol hands the paper back to Foster. <Erias> "Didn't we have another one like that?" <DM> "That's just my shorthand accounting, to track my inventory. I write it like that so that *ahem* brigands can't understand it." <DM> (the other piece of parchment, either you or Fordran has it, i believe, is just tick marks, nothing else) <Erias> ah, okay. <Erias> I'll hit him again. <DM> and let's stop here for tonight <Erias> okay. <Foster> (yay impasse until we get the dice luck to break through his wall of bluff~) <Fordran> (I cast Flamestrike on Bloodnose's left testicle) <DM> Lots of stuff happened, but I don't know how long this interrogation will continue, so. <DM> I'll assign xp like, tomorrow <Foster> well, the obvious answer is "until he tells us what we need to know." <DM> yeah, well, Colin and Tony are keyboardfacing~ <Erias> we have lots of weapons and many healing spells <Erias> it could be a while <DM> Lawful. Good. <Erias> and yeah I must sleep <Sam> (drool, spark, fzznrt) <Fordran> (me too) <Erias> I know. I'm getting too tired to play it. <Foster> You mean Lawful Beats The Shit Out Of Bad Guys? :p <DM> "The term is 'Bump Uglies'" <Foster> heh. smite evil pimpslap. <Erias> okay, goodnight, guys <Foster> later. <DM> night <Apol> night :) <Fordran> nightz0r <DM> So uh, Geo... Spellcraft 1 point is a decent investment, I hear~ <Foster> I agree! <Fordran> yeah, yeah <Fordran> i didn't take it for (gasp!) RP reasons <Foster> <- (proud owner of 1 point of several trained-only cross-class skills~) <DM> Fair enough. <DM> I like teh RP <DM> (In case you hadn't noticed) <Fordran> maybe he'll gather spellcraft points as he hangs out with Arcane Types * Erias has quit IRC (Quit: HydraIRC -> http://www.hydrairc.com <- The future of IRC) <Fordran> but as it is he relies on Knowledge (Godz0rz) * Foster 's only issue is that he doesn't have the dice luck or skills to back up his RP. :p <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 12 | [d20=12] <Fordran> ok <Fordran> sleep time <DM> night <Foster> later.