<DM> Roll call * Apol eats chips and broccoli pie. <Foster> Tom Servo: Present. * Sam sips tea. (gong) <scenery> (brewing tea as we speak) <scenery> (ceylon black has caffeine, right?) <Fordran> Red Two, standing by. <scenery> Scenery, standing by. * Vita with crappy american beer, standing by <DM> If you haven't re-familiarized yourself with the new Action Point houserules: <DM> http://www.goblinjesus.com/rwang/ddirc.html * Foster with, uh, shitty orange juice and room temp filtered water~ <Sam> devo: is it good tea? <scenery> (I'm weirdly nervous) <DM> What this means for everyone right now is that you all have 5 extra AP <scenery> Dunno. I'll find out in a second. * Erias games the system. <scenery> Crappy american beer is goooood. If it's cheap, anyways. <DM> Excellent. You're all here. <DM> ;steeplefingers <scenery> ^cheap^sufficiently cheap <DM> Will saves. <Erias> I just joined #ddi_temp so I could click "tile" and get this window to take up half the screen. Then I quit that channel. <Erias> Really, will saves? <DM> Totally serious. <Foster> Man. End with a will save, start with a will save. <Erias> One sec, pulling up sheet <Foster> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 7 | [d20=1] [+6=6] * Vita shakes her head <Apol> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 25 | [d20=20] [+5=5] <Foster> (oh, for the love of god) <DM> Auto failure, don't bother adding AP :P <Vita> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 11 | [d20=6] [+5=5] <DM> auto success, don't bother adding AP~ <Foster> (yeah, no shit) <DM> Vita has the option. <scenery> (er... me too?) <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 12 | [d20=4] [+8=8] <DM> I'm not telling whether success or fail. * Sam doesn't have the option. <Vita> |roll d6 <tafal> 4 | [d6=4] <Erias> I may add AP <Erias> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 28 | [d20=18] [+10=10] <Vita> 15 <DM> You have the option, too <Erias> I'll pass. <DM> Everyone who doesn't autofail/succeed can <DM> Even after the roll <Erias> Nice. <DM> Just has to be before I say success/fail <scenery> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 14 | [d20=9] [+5=5] <Sam> (eh, sure, why not!) <DM> No, not you, scenery. <Fordran> (bringing up sheet, hold) <scenery> (The scenery fails!) <DM> Ok Fordran. <Sam> |roll 1d6 <tafal> 4 | [1d6=4] <scenery> (a tree kills itself) <Sam> (total 16) <Fordran> (will) <Fordran> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 12 | [d20=3] [+9=9] <Erias> I heard something about 6 extra AP? * Fordran stabs tafal in the eye. <tafal> Jesus FUCK my EYE CHRIST! <Foster> 5 extra. <Erias> er, 5. <DM> Ok. Hold on. <DM> You appear in a flash of light. <Sam> (i'm just unhappy that AP didn't even get me to average-sans-AP) <DM> (I'll say when you can act) <DM> It's a dank dungeon of some sort, lit by torchlight. There's a 10' radius pentagram etched into the floor where you land, with thick, bubbling red fluid in the grooves. <Vita> (ngah) <Fordran> (probably not important) <DM> The woman who attacked you is on the floor ahead of you, prone, crawling towards the only exit you see, an iron-grated door. <Sam> (groovin' tunes: activated.) <DM> She's bleeding profusely into the floor. <Foster> (So far, I'm feeling good about this) <DM> You don't see the civilians anywhere. <DM> Ok, go. <Foster> I blast the fuck out of her. <Vita> "Stop her!" <Vita> "Don't kill her, we might need information!" <DM> She's in no position to init, but you guys can resolve your inits in order, if you're all trying to do something different. <Fordran> "What in Pelor's name..." <Foster> Yeah, we should definitely be going in order here. * Fordran will take a round to reorient himself. <Vita> init? <DM> Well, people trying to stop each other, or do things that others want stopped, init <Sam> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 8 | [d20=4] [+4=4] <Vita> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 9 | [d20=5] [+4=4] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 10 | [d20=9] [+1=1] * Sam throws tafal in the freezer. <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 8 | [d20=8] <DM> Foster -> Vita -> Sam -> Fordran <Foster> |roll d20+1d6+4 <tafal> 24 | [d20=18] [+1d6=2] [+4=4] <Foster> |roll 5d6+5 <tafal> 22 | [5d6=17] [+5=5] <DM> A beam of fire lances out from a foot in front of Foster and pierces the crawling form, igniting it. <DM> The smell of burnt flesh and boiling blood fills the room. <DM> She doesn't scream. <Vita> (does she stop moving?) <DM> Oh yes. * Foster exits the pentagram. <DM> She's a charred little lump. <DM> Each of you, make a listen check. * Vita rushes out to look at her <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 22 | [d20=19] [+3=3] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 2 | [d20=1] [+1=1] <Vita> |roll d20+12 <tafal> 26 | [d20=14] [+12=12] <Fordran> (you were busy listening to the burning sounds.) <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 18 | [d20=15] [+3=3] <Vita> "Great. Our source of information is dead and I'm hearing things" * Fordran turns around. <Vita> "Erias, did you just say "No"?" * Fordran looks at Erias. * Fordran looks in front of him again, confused. <Fordran> "Erias...?" * Sam looks behind, looks in front. * Fordran notices Sam and Vita's confusion. <Fordran> "What's going on..." <Erias> "I didn't say anything." * Erias looks around. <Vita> "I heard you say something... there" * Vita points in front of her (Erias is behind her) * Sam looks left, looks right. <Sam> (safe to cross the street now?) <DM> Foster, make another will save <Foster> |roll d20+6 <Fordran> "Something... sounded like you..." <tafal> 26 | [d20=20] [+6=6] <Foster> (wtf, tafal) <Fordran> (it has hate, built in) * Vita looks around her <Vita> "Where *ARE* we?" * Fordran goes over to the charred lump remains. * Vita squints really hard, trying to pretend it's all an illusion and make it go away <Vita> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 19 | [d20=12] [+7=7] * Sam pokes the charred figure with his foot, and expects it to react like something alive and awake. <DM> Sam, will save. <DM> Add +4 now <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 10 | [d20=2] [+8=8] <DM> Heh. <DM> Doesn't matter. * Fordran tries to poke at the charred figure to see if any healing can be done. <DM> Will save, Fordran <DM> +4 <Fordran> |roll d20+13 <tafal> 27 | [d20=14] [+13=13] <Sam> (fuck. you. tafal.) <DM> Sam, will save +8 <Sam> |roll d20+16 <tafal> 19 | [d20=3] [+16=16] <Fordran> "Oh, no." <Vita> "Worse and worse" <DM> Sam: You're in a room much like the mazelike area Erias and Foster were rescued from <Apol> "Why kill them? They didn't do anything!" <DM> Non-descript white walls, lighting that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere. <DM> The civilians have landed around the room in disoriented heaps. <DM> A pair of them are charred lumps. <Sam> (J*S*S H CHR*ST on a f*ck*ng r*bb*r cr*tch) <Foster> "When I did it, "they" were the woman." <DM> Your friends look frightened, concerned, confused, angry, or all of the above. <Foster> "As I said, I hate illusions." <DM> Erias and Apol are angrily rounding on Foster. <Erias> (I assume the charred lumps are very obviously dead.) * Apol flying around confused and unsure. <Vita> "I can't believe this" <DM> Erias: Yes. * Fordran goes to the charred bodies to see if any healing can be done. <Vita> "Just when I was starting to get over my fear of illusion" <Foster> "I can believe it, and it just makes me very, very angry" * Vita shakes violently <DM> There's not much but charred skin on bone. * Erias nods at Foster. "I understand." * Sam starts cowering in shame, in some sort of available corner. * Vita clutches at Pup <Fordran> "Pelor..." <DM> The little girl is trying to hide behind the fat merchant, who is cowering in fear. * Erias looks around at the other civilians, trying to assess / triage. * Vita whimpers * Foster shrugs helplessly. <Fordran> "Where did that woman go?" <DM> There's no sign of the pentagram, the dungeon, the door... ANY door, or the woman. * Fordran looks frustrated and angry. <Erias> "I'm sorry, everyone. It seems there is a sorcerer at work here." <scenery> (or a wizard!) <Foster> "Start searching the walls for illusory exits. There's bound to be one somewhere." <Fordran> "Yeah." <DM> Taking 20? <Sam> "WORMS!" <Foster> Yes. * Fordran starts running his hands on the walls. * Apol lands near the fat man and little girl <DM> (worms?) * Vita is still whimpering and clutching Pup * Sam punches a wall. <DM> The man flinches as you approach. <DM> Sam: It's a bit resilient, but firm. * Sam fumes. <Apol> "Hi, it's ok, we'll get out of here." * Foster makes a point of staying away from the civilians. <DM> "Don't kill me! P-please!" * Erias moves toward the wall, avoiding civilians. <Foster> (awkward does not begin to describe this) * Sam takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. * Fordran stops searching, turns to address the civilians. <Foster> "It was all a mistake. Apologies seem rather hollow, however." * Fordran takes a breath. <DM> The little girl begins half-coughing-half-crying. <Sam> "Honorless worms." <Fordran> "That woman... created an illusion. Made some of you look like enemies..." * Apol says something to Foster in Draconic. * Fordran looks helpless. * Vita suddenly looks up <Vita> "How did we even end up *here* rather than the sewer?!" * Fordran looks at the bodies. "If only I could save them." <Fordran> "Where is 'here', anyway?" * Fordran stops, remembering something. <scenery> (insde of me!) <Vita> "I wish there was something, anything, we could do to make this better. Or to convince you that we saw a dark and evil enemy to be destroyed." <Fordran> "...And are those... creatures... about? The ones we can't see?" * Erias turns. "Apol?" * Apol jumps up and flies higher and looks around. * Erias continues feeling along the wall. <Apol> "Nothing here." * Vita goes carefully around everyone and starts searching, trying to remember where exits were in past rooms <DM> Will saves * Sam attempts to ask calmly, "Fordran, what is your traditional punishment for deceivers who put innocents in harm's way?" <Foster> |roll d20+6 <tafal> 23 | [d20=17] [+6=6] <Fordran> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 11 | [d20=2] [+9=9] <Vita> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 20 | [d20=15] [+5=5] <Sam> |roll d20+8 <tafal> 22 | [d20=14] [+8=8] <Apol> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 12 | [d20=7] [+5=5] <Erias> may use AP <Fordran> "It is a base crime that Pelor does not abide." <Erias> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 20 | [d20=10] [+10=10] <Erias> I'll pass. <Erias> (When I say that, I'm really just asking you to refrain from immediately announcing my success or failure.) <DM> A man rises out of the floor, iron-gray hair, non-descript features, clean-shaven, intense gray eyes, clothed simply in gray, with a light cloak of gray. He stands about 5'10". <DM> (wait) <Fordran> (flamestrike) <Sam> (quivering palm!) <Foster> (storm of vengeance) <Vita> "He's not real!" * Erias nods. "But he may be a messenger." <DM> He addresses you. <Fordran> "I'm starting to doubt if any of this is real." * Sam calls out to nobody in particular, "You shall not fool me twice." <Foster> "Oh, some of it is real enough." * Vita looks at Fordran "If only..." <Sam> "The walls appear to have substance. I punched that one." <DM> "Well, since you've dismissed my little daydream, I have another offer. Though it really would have been a nice daydream. <DM> (I said wait.) <DM> "In any event, I offer you the chance to rest up, gather your strength for the tests ahead. Don't worry, I and my associates will not interrupt for the span of a day." <DM> He gives a little grin at nothing in particular, and sinks back through the floor. <DM> (Okay, go ahead) <Apol> "Malsivir!" <Foster> "Sadistic asshole." * Fordran has a look that 'skeptical' doesn't begin to describe. <Fordran> "...What was the point of that?" * Fordran turns to Foster. "Let me guess. Gray." <Foster> "He's taunting us." <Foster> "I'd assume so." <Erias> "The point is that it's demoralizing." <Fordran> "So he wants to play with us for a while, then?" <Foster> "It would seem so." <Vita> "Or he wants us to stay put for awhile" <Fordran> "If we even had a choice in the matter." * Fordran looks at the walls. <Sam> "I guess an hour at most before something capriciously malevolent happens." <Foster> "Nothing to be done but to come to fully establish how screwed we are. Keep searching the walls. Erias, does Pelor think there's anything evil around here?" * Fordran takes a breath, then sits down and prays. <Erias> "I suspect he's serious. It sounds plausible from someone that evil." * Foster gets back to searching. * Erias nods. "Let me check." * Sam attempts to contribute to the search effort. * Vita mutters to herself "Evil.. wait... evil..." <Erias> "Nothing here." <Vita> "Erias, you *did* note that "she" was evil during the sewers battle?" * Apol flies to another wall and searches for a way out. *mumbles* "Malsivir irlym." <Vita> "I thought?" <Erias> "I didn't. I didn't really have time to check -- she took me by surprise." <Vita> "..." <Vita> "Oh, *Gnomishswear*" <Vita> "There goes that." * Vita helps the others search * Fordran continues praying. <Foster> "She's an insane fanatic bent on tearing the essence out of everyone like me and Erias. If she's not evil, she's close enough for bardic epic." <Sam> (eeww, vita's infected with squall's syndrome of terminal ellipses!) <Apol> "Like you and Erias? Who are you and Erias then?" <Vita> "Oh I agree. It's just if we knew the initial person we were fighting was evil, it would be more likely that we... didn't... do..." * Erias nods in the general direction of everyone, turns and sinks into concentration for a moment. * Vita looks like she's about to burst into tears <Foster> "People with special gifts." * Apol ponders. * Vita concentrates very hard on the section of wall in front of her <Sam> "Hindsight is rarely out of focus." <Apol> (and comes up with the thought "Gee I could sure use more poison right now.") * Fordran closes his eyes, his prayers quieting down to a whisper. * Vita has moved on to staring at the floor <Vita> "So what is so special about your gifts that they come after you and hurt innocents for it?" <Foster> "I honestly have no idea." <Foster> "I didn't think I was that special until people started hunting me relentlessly." * Erias relaxes and turns back to the group. <Sam> "I would think that 'insane fanatic' might be motivation enough." * Sam chuckles at Foster. <Erias> "I think it's clear that someone -- Gray, I assume -- can use these "gifts" for some other purpose." <DM> A warm light seems to descend from above around Fordran. * Fordran opens his eyes. * Vita starts to speak, then her mouth just continues hanging open <Fordran> "We will be safe here, for a while. Pelor has willed it." <Vita> (then she checks for illusions) <Erias> "As for the girl, she struck me as a truly singleminded fanatic... I think she might not even be evil, but just... wow." <Vita> (seriously) * Erias looks at the glowing, welcoming aura. <Foster> "I know I personally won't feel safe with her still alive." * Sam looks cautiously at the shiny glowy. * Apol lands and pulls out the monocle. * Fordran has a look of serene calm. * Foster sits down heavily against a wall. * Fordran reaches into his pack, pulls out some trail rations. * Erias walks toward the nearest civilians. * Fordran offers them to the civilians. * Erias looks at Fordran and grins. <DM> The glow seems to have calmed them a bit * Erias ...reaches into his pack, pulls out some trail rations. <Fordran> "Here. We all will have more trials ahead. It's best that you have strength." <DM> Now they just look haggard and exhausted. * Erias pulls out his waterskin as well. * Vita pulls out her rations and gives Pup some food, followed by any remaining civilians <DM> They accept the offer quietly, and soon, one by one, fall asleep. * Foster cradles his head in his hands, attempts to shut out the world for a while. * Fordran pulls out a waterskin and offers it. * Erias offers his bedroll as well. <Apol> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 19 | [d20=15] [+4=4] * Sam just wonders how Fordran did that. * Fordran will Create Water in the waterskins when they've emptied. * Fordran goes back to the group after all this. * Vita would offer her bedroll, but isn't sure they'd appreciate a large dog as a bedroll <Fordran> "I have asked Pelor to protect us, for the time being." <Fordran> "We shall be safe until the next sunset." * Vita and Pup move towards the group <Vita> "What... does that really mean?" <Sam> "Do you know when that is?" <Fordran> "Rather, this ground shall be safe." <Fordran> "Not particularly. But it was evening when we entered the warehouse, so we have a least a night." * Vita looks at her hands uselessly * Apol walks around restlessly. * Vita fidgets <Sam> "I hope you are correct about that. Forgive me if I've become rather skeptical about...well, everything." <Fordran> "We should rest while we can." <Fordran> "I understand. But I think I can tell when Pelor's light is upon me." <Vita> "That's very kind of your god, but that doesn't really change facts, or make the situation much better." * Fordran smiles slightly. <Vita> "But I suppose there's not much else *to* do." <Erias> "It gives us time. And we will be stronger in the morning." * Sam sits, meditates for a while. * Fordran looks at the sleeping civilians, sighs. * Foster continues to sit against the wall with his eyes closed. <Fordran> "They will be safe here until the next sunset. Which means we'll need to find a way out before then." * Vita curls up with Pup in a far corner <Fordran> "I suspect tomorrow will be filled with excitement." * Erias sits cross-legged near the civilians, and relaxes. * Apol walks around and finally settles on the center of the room to sit and lay down. * Fordran sits down next to Erias. <DM> (everyone dozing til tomorrow?) <Sam> (yep. bio) <Fordran> (zzz) <Erias> (yeah.) <Vita> (yes) <Fordran> (spells/hp back?) <Foster> (yes, dead to the world) <Apol> (No.) * Vita softly cries into Pup's fur until she falls asleep <scenery> (poor Vita) <Vita> (you probably can't hear it unless you make a listen check, Mr. Scenery =) ) <Fordran> (the walls have ears) * scenery has -- damnit. * Erias waits a few minutes, then walks to Vita and Pup. <Erias> (quietly) "Vita." * scenery probably doesn't make for a very comfortable dormitory. * Sam ZZzzzz.... <Vita> "hrmm..sniff" <Erias> "Are you alright?" * Vita is silent for awhile <Vita> "Not really." * Vita looks up slightly more composed "I don't see why I would be." * Apol observes. * Erias sits nearby. "It's been a terrible few days." <Erias> "I'd be surprised if anyone was really alright at this point." * Vita strokes Pup repetitively <Vita> "Especially those last few hours." <Erias> "And what happened with Foster and the innocents..." * Erias shakes his head. * Vita looks at Erias * Vita sniffles <Vita> "It wasn't only Foster... was it..." <Vita> "Do we even know if what we were doing at first was to her..?" * Erias looks thoughtful. <DM> (Oh ouch :P I think I broke someone's brain) <Fordran> (TRUST NO ONE) <Vita> (Hey, Vita is a little broken right now, mmmkay) <Sam> (DECEIVE INVEIGLE OBFUSCATE) <Fordran> (HIPPOPOTAMUS) <Erias> "I guess we don't. But none of us seemed to disagree, and I remember meeting her before. I feel like it was probably her." * Vita looks at Erias "I just can't trust anything since this dark magic came in..." <Sam> (PAPADIMITRIOU) <Erias> "We can never be sure. We can only do the best we can with what we have." <Vita> "And those poor men, sacrificing themselves...." * Vita sniffs <Vita> "Sure, sure best we can" * Erias clenches his jaw. "That... is a very upsetting part of it." <Erias> "They were innocent men, not evil, and they had faith in their deceivers." <Vita> "Look... just... let me deal with this how I deal with this. I'll sniffle into Pup and tomorrow we'll try and pick up the *sniff* pieces of the last day." <Erias> "We will find Gray, and we will end this. I know it is frightening, but..." * Erias nods slowly. * Vita tries to smile weakly at Erias * Vita half-succeeds * Erias half-smiles back. <Erias> "Rest well." * Erias walks back to Fordran. <Vita> "You too." <Erias> (Okay, sorry to slow things down, seemed in-character.) * Vita turns back to Pup, sniffling a little less and probably a lot less audibly <DM> Those of you who rested the night <Vita> (I don't mind, I stopped you because it was in character) <Vita> (I don't know about the rest =) ) * Fordran is asleep. <DM> You feel very refreshed, as if you had rested for a full day. * Vita falls asleep eventually <Sam> (no objections here) <DM> You wake revitalized and filled with resolve. * Fordran wakes up, full of resolve. <DM> Those of you who did not sleep feel calmed and rested anyway. You regain nothing, but take no penalties. * Erias is revitalized. * Apol watches everyone wake up. * Fordran leads Erias and any willing civilians in morning prayers. * Vita wakes up and meditates on nature, something that she is very very far from right now <Fordran> (spells/etc reset?) <DM> As you awaken, the warm glow begins to brighten, as if it were dawn. <DM> (Spells reset as if you had fully rested a day) <Vita> (Vita picks new, hopefully more useful, spells) * Foster opens his eyes. <Vita> (Like her ranger spells will be useful...) <Fordran> (i know your pain) * Erias joins Fordran in prayer. <Sam> (preparing, um, Resolute Unarmed Smackdown...?) <DM> The civilians are still asleep. <DM> ~8 hours have passed. <Erias> (Hey, my level 1 paladin spell actually helped this time.) * Sam wakes and goes through a stretch/meditation routine. <Erias> (Full day is, what, 7 hp?) <DM> (full day is double) <Erias> (ah, okay.) <DM> (one night = level*hp <Fordran> (i forgot to top off people w/ healing last night, so...) <Fordran> (after morning prayers, etc.) <Fordran> "Does anyone still require healing?" <Sam> "I do not." <Vita> "I do not." <Foster> "If my suspicions are correct, we have a hell of a day ahead of us." * Foster stands up. <Vita> "If yesterday was any indication, Foster, you are right." <Fordran> "Today is a different day, and Pelor is with us." <Fordran> "Today, we bring justice." * Erias looks at Fordran and smiles. <scenery> (Somethings will be with you, all right.) <scenery> -s * Erias turns and smiles at the party and civilians. (*ting!*) <DM> There's a surprised yelp from beyond one wall (you can't tell direction). * Fordran looks around. <Erias> (Wherever we go, we'll always have scenery.) <DM> The wall is as opaque as ever. <Sam> (drinking now) * Erias looks around. * Apol listens intently <Vita> (What type of yelp?) <DM> (Surprised) * Erias walks in the direction of the yelp. <scenery> (unless you you go to the void... BWAHAHA!) <Vita> (I mean, is that animal? Human?) <DM> (muffled) "Oh, very clever." <Erias> "Apol, was that... ? no." * Fordran walks in the direction of the yelp, which isn't the same direction as Erias is going. * Foster goes back to searching walls, since we obviously didn't do a very thorough job last night." * Sam stands in the center of, um, wherever, closes eyes and listens for a bit. * Erias stops, and looks like he's realizing something. * Vita searches the lower portions of walls <Fordran> (btw, is Grant here with us?) <DM> (muffled) "Look, I'm supposed to let you out now, and I can't very well do it if I can't get to the door, eh?" <Fordran> (and Yawin?) * Erias grins. "They're trying to get in, aren't they?" <DM> (No, they're not) * Erias looks at Fordran, then back at the wall. <Apol> "The spell goes beyond the wall?" <Fordran> "Can you just tell us where the door is? We can just let ourselves out." <Erias> "Uh... who is that?" <Vita> "Let us out? Why don't I believe that..." * Sam thinks this listening thing isn't working. <Foster> "I suspect that this is a very limited definition of "let out"" <DM> (muffled) "Well, we never met formally... *pause* I... guess you can't see me bowing..." <Erias> "Oh, come now. Our enemies have been honorable so far... oh wait! No, they haven't. At all." <Vita> "I guess you'll just have to describe yourself and your bow to us." * Vita sounds a little angry <Foster> (Yes, BOW TO ME! HO HO HO HO!) * Sam walks up to a wall and feels it, eyes closed, to attempt to figure out if it's made of any familiar material. <Sam> (guessing not, but hey...) <DM> (muffled) *chuckle* "Charming, charming. Well, you saw me once, I was dining with Dianarra (I believe you've met her once or twice *chuckle*), and she threw the most terrible row. Even stiffed me with the check. I'm a bit taller than average height, sparkling blue eyes, a dashing profile, and perfect teeth." <Sam> (*ting!*) <Fordran> "Ah, that fellow." <Erias> "You're the bard who helped sneak attack and kidnap us so we could have our brains sucked out by machines." <Erias> "Nice to meet you. I'd like it if you came in, now." <DM> *pause* <Vita> (Do I know about this fellow, or is this new to me?) <DM> Vita: He was in the restaurant, being yelled at. <Fordran> "You shouldn't have any problem coming in. As long as you have no intent of harming any of us." <Foster> (I don't remember if you were chilling outside with White Man's Burden or not) * Fordran has a faint smile. <Fordran> (i think she was outside) <DM> (snerk) <Apol> (Apol has no idea who this guys is. Apol was outside with Croc talking about sex.) <Fordran> (wait, maybe not? i dunno) <Vita> "He kidnapped you?" <Vita> (Wait, WHAT was Apol doing?) * Foster just leans against a wall. <Erias> "He helped her kidnap us." <DM> (muffled) "... Right. Yes. Only I can't seem to reach the door." <Vita> "Lovely. Sounds like a friend." <Apol> (Croc was trying to explain the birds and the bees but was using tree branches and carpentry instead to teach the baby lizard about sex.) <Fordran> "Unfortunate. It's out of my hands, this hallowed ground. You have to understand. Divine intervention and all that." <DM> (muffled) "... Wait... No intent of harming you? Hallowed ground? A-hah, a-hah." * Erias shrugs. <DM> (muffled) "Be back in a minute, I'll fetch a golem." * Erias sighs. <scenery> (ha ha ha!) * Erias draws his mace. <Vita> "So if he can't come in, does that mean he *did* mean to harm us?" * Vita pulls out her bow and a few arrows * Fordran tilts his head. * Foster limbers up, cracks his knuckles, stretches a bit. <Fordran> "Well, that's one way. Except it's not really about intent, but I didn't want to take the time to explain it." * Fordran shrugs at Erias. <Erias> "Hell if I know. I wouldn't trust this guy as far as I could throw his golem." <scenery> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 21 | [d20=16] [+5=5] * Sam mutters, "Would cold-cocking him be unreasonable, should he enter?" * Apol jumps up into the air. * scenery is now known as Grith <Fordran> "I don't think it would be unreasonable." * Foster whispers back "Feel free. Kinder than what I had planned." <Vita> "Cold.. cocking?" <Fordran> "I think it would be quite reasoned, actually." <Sam> "Sorry, it's a term I learned back on the farm." <Grith> (the scenery disappears) <Vita> "Even after all this time learning Common I still don't get human expressions" <Sam> "To deprive of consciousness through blunt force, without permanent injury." <Vita> "Oh. Yes, a good idea." * Vita probably wonders what roosters have to do with that, but not aloud <Erias> "I think it's reasonable to assume he means us harm. Or continuing captivity. By all means, bludgeon away." * Fordran hefts his buckler. <Sam> "Though in all honesty, it tends to work poorly against anyone with actual combat training..." * Apol pulls out a wand. <Vita> "I wonder if Pup still has that tripping technique that worked so well on you, Foster" * Foster laughs. <DM> An incredibly large man walks through the wall where the muffled talking was coming from. He's wearing some shiny armor, but is otherwise unarmed. <Fordran> "Ah." <DM> His expression is kind of blank. * Sam hesitates. <Erias> (does he look like a real person?) <DM> He doesn't look quite human. * Erias hesitates. "Um, hello?" * Vita cranes her neck and leaves a hand on Pup <Fordran> "I suppose we follow you, then?" <Vita> (The hand that's not on her bow) <Grith> "What th-... Bloody hell!" <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 24 | [d20=9] [+15=15] <Erias> "Uh --?" * Apol tries to fly through the wall that the man walked through. * Grith wobbles slightly, probably worrying the smaller folk about, shakes his head violently. <DM> Apol bounces off the rubbery surface. * Vita moves out of the way * Grith ducks away from the flying... lizard... thing. * Grith wobbles again. <DM> (He's about 7' tall) <Apol> *murfleOww!* * Fordran opens his mouth, closes it. <Sam> "Inebriated...?" * Vita mounts Pup <Fordran> "Hello?" <Grith> (7' feet tall, about 280-290 lbs., dark red hair with near-blond at the temples, bluff features) * Vita mutters "At least I can move faster this way" <DM> (muffled) "Right, Big Guy, bring them back out in... say, count to 5." <Erias> "Are you okay?" <Grith> "Wha? Inebr-... No. Where in all the 'ells am I?" <Fordran> "You... don't know?" * Sam smirks. <Vita> "We aren't the best people to ask." <Erias> "You're in a magical prison. With some psychotic magician outside who sent you in to fetch us." * Grith finally starts paying attention to the others, "What? Er, yeah. No. Am I? I think you should follow me in five seconds." * Apol hisses quietly at the wall and dusts off in an embarrassed manner. <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 22 | [d20=11] [+11=11] * Grith eyes the winged lizard, "Snake?" <Fordran> "Pretty straightforward way of getting us into an ambush, I'd say." <Grith> ...hate rudding snakes. * Erias looks Grith in the eye, meaning he's looking up. "Are you under their control?" * Apol jumps up and looks the big man in the eye. <Grith> "" <Apol> "Apollonaridictys, at your service." <Fordran> "Um. Do you have... a name?" <DM> The air twists around the large man's head for a moment. * Grith jerks his head back slightly from the snake thing, "Oh. It talks. You sure I'm not-.... YEARRGH!" * Sam mutters, "Hm--huh?" * Fordran steps back. * Erias tenses, not sure how to react. <Foster> "Well, hopefully, he's not under their control anymore." * Grith reaches up to clutch his head in both hands, "Flaming sheep-pimping mother of a... OUCH!" <Vita> "Are you ok... big... person thing? <Sam> "My parents would flog me for that language." <Erias> "Foster, that was you?" * Grith wobbles again, "OUCH! NO! And I take it back. I don't think you should go through that wall at -all-!" <DM> (muffled) "Hello? The doorway is set now~" * Fordran sidles over to Foster. "What's going on?" <Erias> "I think maybe we should." <Grith> "GO KISS A SNAKE!" * Grith yelled that over his shoulder. <Grith> "A poisonous one! With really -BIG- fangs!" * Apol looks at the wall over the big man's shoulder. * Fordran looks at Erias. "Definitely an ambush out there." <Erias> "And maybe you should come with us, and explain to your friend out there that you don't like his mind games." <DM> (muffled) "*TSK* such unimaginative curses. I'll teach you more later." <Foster> (low voice) "He was being controlled by something, perhaps like what was controlling Grant. I think I successfully severed the connection." * Erias nods slightly. <Fordran> (quietly) "Nice." * Vita and Pup wander over to Foster "Wow." <Vita> "You can do that?" <Grith> "I reckon I was... I couldn't remember." He stops and looks around. <Grith> "Who... are you?" <Erias> "I'm Erias." <Sam> "Sam. Where is the exit?" * Vita turns Pup so she's facing him <Foster> "I wouldn't rely on it, but yes, it seems possible." <Vita> "Who... are YOU?" <Fordran> "Fordran. What's out there waiting for us?" * Apol flies to the wall again and carefully pushes at it. <Foster> "I'm Foster." <DM> Apol flies through. <Erias> "We're stuck here for now. We're trying to defeat whoever keeps mind-controlling people." <Grith> "Er... call me Grith. Everyone else does." He spits vulgarly off to one side. <Vita> "Vita. A pleasu.... Apol?!" <Foster> (low voice) "This time, let's wait for Apol to give the all-clear" * Fordran nods. * Vita dashes over to the wall and pokes at it gently with her bow, testing to see if it goes through * Grith studies Vita a moment. "Gnome?" * Vita grins slightly "Nothing but." <Grith> "Good. Something took my memory. It's back. Mostly..." <DM> Vita's bow tip goes through. * Vita pulls it back * Vita tries to figure out how much wall is "open" by moving the bow around <Fordran> "Folks here sure like taking things from people, don't they." <Grith> "And... Erias was it? I'd gladly find the bastard who did this to me and-..." Reaches up to feel over his sholder, then at his hip. <Grith> "Oh, hells." <DM> Knocking comes from the wall where the bow tip is sticking through * Vita flinches <DM> Apol (muffled) "I can't get back in" <Foster> "Great. One way." * Vita pulls out the bow "What about now?" <Fordran> "Funny." <DM> Apol (muffled) "No one is here *grr*" <Fordran> (Can you hear me now?) * Vita looks confused "I can get the bow out...." <Fordran> "Shall we, then?" <Erias> "Let's concentrate on catching up with Apol, first." * Erias nods. <Sam> "Exit, please." <DM> Apol (muffled) "Just some statues and torches." <Foster> "Yes, we may as well." <DM> Apol (muffled) "Lots of statues." <Vita> "Uh." <Foster> "Be wary of those statues." <Vita> "What about these" <Fordran> (Uldaman 4tw) * Vita waves at the civilians <Fordran> "They'll be safe here." <Vita> "Oh. God-stuff. Right." <Erias> "Grith, come with us... we could certainly use help from someone of your... stature... and it sounds like we have the same goal." <Foster> "Safer than with us, in any case." <Grith> "Anyone seen a big sword? And a haversack? And... the rest of my things?" <Fordran> "We've seen nothing but this room. Maybe you could give us a tour of the rest of the place." <Grith> "Oh, I'd ruddy love to, but... I can't remember how I got here. Really..." * Grith tries to remember this place more clearly. <Erias> "Uh... Apol, I'm going to lend the big guy your sword, okay?" <Fordran> "Worth a shot. Let's get moving, then." <Fordran> "Not to be untrusting, but..." <Fordran> "Erias, can you ensure that Grith here does not harbor the taint of evil?" <Erias> "I did when he came in." <Grith> "I'd like my sword. I rather like that sword." <DM> (zomg, he's not flagged PVP) <Apol> (muffled) "Ok, as long as he gives it back!" <Fordran> "No offense, Grith. We've just had a lot of confusing things happen lately." * Erias shrugs. "Your call." * Vita says under her breath "That's an understatement." * Erias slides the sword back into its place on his back. * Erias walks to the wall. <Grith> "Right. None taken. Too confused at th'moment." <DM> Erias disappears through the wall. * Fordran follows Erias. <DM> (I'll just wait til everyone goes through) * Sam follows. * Vita sighs * Foster follows. * Vita follows, astride Pup and bow in hand <DM> Erias gets a chestful of winged lizard. <DM> And Apol is pushed bodily off the wall as Erias comes through <Apol> "ooof! Hi!" <Erias> "Uh, hi, Apol." * Grith goes last, unless someone is explicitly waiting for him. <Grith> (Did I get a sword in all this?) * Erias moves out of the way of the others. * Apol climbs on top of Erias' helm. <DM> (No, because you just refused it) <Erias> (I thought you turned it down) <Sam> (dinnae lookit me, i don't carry such clumsy weapons) <Grith> (Roger) <Vita> (I'm too small for swords!) * Grith calls up from the rear "Hey, uh... maybe I'll take that sword after all!" * Fordran looks around, eyeing the statues warily. <DM> It's a large circular room, about 100' in diameter. * Erias turns and pulls out the sword. "Be good to it, the lizard seems to like it." <Grith> (How tall?) <Erias> "I... really never expected to use that sentence." * Erias hands the sword to Grith. <DM> 30' tall at the dome, slopes down at the edges. <Apol> "It's shiny." (referring to sword) <DM> There are cauldrons of flame lighting the room around the edges <Vita> (quick quick bio) <Erias> (greatsword? I can't remember.) * Grith takes it, grinning. "It's a day for firsts, I s'pose." <DM> Huge statues are spaced evenly around the room. <Grith> (You asking me?) <Sam> "This place was built by someone important? (Or someone who thinks they are?)" * Foster takes a quick count of the statues. <DM> Some are human-looking, one has the lower half of a snake, one is a minotaur. <Erias> "This looks like... an arena or something." * Apol pulls out the monocle and looks around. <Erias> "Uh..." <DM> They're all in various battle poses, with armor and weapons. <Vita> (back) * Erias looks at the statues. <DM> (it's a greatsword, medium sized) <Foster> "Yeah, I'm not to enthusiastic about the concept." * Vita looks for any statues that are shorter than average <Apol> "Ohh some of those are shiny, too!" <DM> A voice booms out and you recognize it from the illusion from yesterday. <Erias> "How many are shi--" <Fordran> "Wonderful." <DM> "Ah, you're up, good, good." * Grith hefts the sword. Sighs dramatically. Mumbles "Pig sticker" under his breath. <DM> (Grith hefts it in one meaty fist.) <DM> (yes, the greatsword) * Erias looks around for the source of the voice. * Foster gets ready for yet more time wasting and getting worn down before that bitch gets another shot at us. * Sam mumbles a vague question about the statues. <DM> (voice) "I need to know whether any of you are strong enough. <Grith> "Strong enough?! HA!" * Apol looks around for the voice. * Vita swears at the voice in Gnomish <Foster> "Cram your test up your ass, Gray." * Grith moves toward the center of the room. Readies an action. <DM> (voice) "So, you can begin by killing as many as you can, Grith." <DM> Will save, Grith. <Grith> (crap) <Vita> (I really need to learn some Gnomish swears someday) <Grith> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 12 | [d20=7] [+5=5] <Foster> (knew that was coming) <Grith> (thanks, tafal!) <Sam> "Clearly I must learn more profanity..." <Foster> (PS You have Action Points) <Grith> (Yeah, the loudmouth always gets it first, right?) <DM> Action point, ho. <Grith> (known) <DM> Use one, imo. <DM> (roll d6) <Grith> (Yeah.) <DM> lemme set up the map <Erias> (I will act as soon as I am allowed to.) <Grith> |roll d6 <tafal> 6 | [d6=6] <Vita> (You know it's bad when your DM *tells* you to use an AP) <Grith> (Woot?) <Fordran> (hot.) <DM> (hold) * Grith jerks his head back and forth, grunts, "And stay out!" <Sam> (i imagine gnomish cursing may involve unflattering depictions of kobolds.) <Fordran> (and ancestry) <Vita> (probably, but what does it *look* like?) <Sam> (either that or unspeakable acts with rusty tools) <Grith> (oof. It's hard to keep up with you guys.) <Foster> (you adapt) <Foster> (Or your DIE HORRIBLY) <Vita> (I thought it was make your saves or DIE HORRIBLY) <Foster> (No, no. It's make your saves or be tricked into killing innocent people" <Grith> (s/killing/roasting alive) <Vita> (Well we still don't know the end result of that one, now do we?) <DM> Giving out maps <Erias> (I heart Divine Grace.) <DM> The black circles are statues <Fordran> (fiona, are you using firefox/moz yet or still IE?) <Grith> (diagonal moves are... 5, 10, 5, 10?) <DM> (I couldn't find good ones in NWN) <DM> (Grith: yes) <DM> Red circles are torch cauldron things <Apol> (yes, Firefox) <Sam> (i'm using Mozilla Firealligator...er, no, Mozilla Turboshark...um...) <DM> (voice) "Really, such willfullness. No matter." <Fordran> (lightningkitten) <Grith> (acidpanda) <Apol> (RabidSquirrel) <Fordran> (acid...giant panda?) <Grith> (acid giant were panda) * DM mauls Fordran. <Fordran> (AAAAAAaaaaaauuuugggghhhhh) <DM> The ground shakes a bit. <Foster> "Theatrics. Tiresome." <DM> Knowledge: Nature, if you have it. <DM> (trained only) <Foster> (aw) <Vita> (Survival?) <Foster> (You just hate my untrained knowledge checks always succeeding) <DM> (no, K: Nature only) <Vita> (damn.) <Foster> (so taking 1 rank in every knowledge skill just to annoy you) <DM> (; ;) <DM> Ok, so none of you recognize it. <DM> A very large feline comes bounding through the opposite wall. <DM> It's about 15' long <DM> bony plates cover portions of its skin. <Erias> "Uhoh." <Vita> *Pup growls <DM> (refresh) <DM> It's actually 10'x5' space, but that's a pain to move around, so there it is. <Grith> (oh yay) <DM> I'll let you treat it as if it had larger space for flanking purposes <Grith> (Did I ready that action, or was it lost to the will save?) <Fordran> (it's also a pain to implement Large Map Objects, for now.) <DM> I'm just going to move the head. <DM> (Geo: Yeah, not your fault) <DM> Anyway, it comes bounding through and seems to not be thrilled to be here. <DM> And it's angry. <Foster> What a surprise. <DM> Your move. <Grith> (I wanna cast magic missile!) <Fordran> (so do i) <Fordran> (init?) <Erias> (by which I hope he means "init") <DM> Sure, if you go. <Apol> (So, do I.. oh wait...) <Foster> Sure, init sounds good. <Vita> (Can I have a free action?) <Foster> Sure. <DM> (Sure) <Vita> "Don't attack yet! Maybe I can try and calm it down!" <Vita> (done) <Vita> (these ranger levels are good for something, right? right? ...) <Foster> Works for me. <Erias> (My prior line was "I will act as soon as I am allowed to", so...) <Fordran> "Be careful, Vita!" * Foster waits until the thing starts savaging someone. <Erias> (I will restrain myself for Vita's actions, if we want to do that out of init.) <DM> Sure, you can delay til Vita goes. <Erias> (Let's get init so we can do this in an organized fashion.) <Erias> (I could certainly stand to cast a spell while waiting.) <Sam> (i'm down wi' dat.) <DM> It begins pacing a bit on its side of the arena, and you hear a very low, head vibrating purr. <Vita> (Should I init, or should I act?) <DM> Somehow, it's not reassuring. <DM> Well, let's just all init <DM> And then they can delay to you. <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 10 | [d20=10] <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 4 | [d20=4] <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 14 | [d20=13] [+1=1] <Fordran> (i'll just take 10) <Erias> (woo!) <Sam> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 11 | [d20=7] [+4=4] <Vita> |roll d20+4 <Apol> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 17 | [d20=13] [+4=4] <tafal> 12 | [d20=11] [+1=1] <Grith> |roll d20 <tafal> 6 | [d20=6] <Sam> (hate, etc.) <Vita> Or I could just go first anyway <DM> sec * Retrieving #ddi info... <Vita> (By the way, I believe what I'm about to do takes 1 minute) <Sam> (lightningfrog!) <Erias> (That's okay, I have at least a couple of actions I'd like to take before we actually get into combat.) <Grith> (Explody frog?) * Fordran changes topic to 'ECLIPSE | questionable.org/ddirc | Info, Logs @ goblinjesus.com/rwang | Vita(17)Foster(14)Apol(12)Sam(11)Fordran(10)Grit' <Erias> (crunchy frog?) <Apol> (Crunchy Frog) <Grith> (Poor Kermit...) * DM changes topic to 'ECLIPSE: Vita 17, Foster 14, Apol 12, Sam 11, Fordran 10, Grith 6, Erias 4' * Vita is going to request her first move, ok it when you're ready <DM> Go ahead Vita <Erias> (All I see is a bunch of frogs with crutches and wheelchairs...) <Fordran> (stupid topic max length) <DM> (wuut is loading) <DM> On pup, right? <Vita> Yes <Vita> Normal move <DM> Ok, you're there * Vita is going to try to do animal empathy with the... cat <Vita> (had to be within 30') <DM> Ok <Vita> (roll?) <DM> Roll it. <Vita> |roll d20+9 <tafal> 23 | [d20=14] [+9=9] * Vita breaks into a strange combination of meowing sounds and motions * Fordran watches with interest. * Erias looks slightly unnerved. <Fordran> (visual: gnome and dire fucking lion.) * Vita moves into a body position indicating that she isn't interested in doing harm <Grith> (Good kitty. Goooood kitty.) <Fordran> (maybe to you and cats) * Foster looks like he'd be taking notes, if not for the fact that getting out his book would jeopardize combat readiness. * Vita is clearly (at least, in her own eyes) extrapolating from other animals she has met * Fordran has no idea why Vita is choosing to lick the back of her hand just now. * Sam wonders what farms Vita grew up on. <DM> (sec) <Sam> (the funny farm, you mean!) * Apol suddenly gets hungry. * Vita is averting her eyes from looking directly at the animal the whole time * Vita finishes with a strange purring sound <Vita> (Mentally, Vita prays) <DM> The growling slows <DM> It blinks at Vita a couple times, then sits back on its haunches, and ignores you. <DM> It looks around disinterestedly. * Fordran is still a little tense. <Grith> "Well... I'll be damned." <DM> It sniffs and looks up at Fordran. <DM> It licks its lips, but doesn't move. * Fordran looks away. <DM> (anyone else smelling of fear~) <Vita> "Be very very nice to (sex of animal that I should really know)" <Fordran> "So... what now?" <DM> (you didn't take any K: Nature~) <Erias> (I'm not afraid of it, but I'm still tense.) <Fordran> "What did you do?" <Erias> "Give it some food, maybe?" <Vita> "I'm not sure, but if we avoid looking at her/him I think it won't attack" * Fordran makes extra sure not to look at the Cat. * Erias does too. * Sam mentally calibrates his WTFometer between the horse-sized cat-thing and Vita's attempts to interact with it. <DM> (voice) "Not quite what I had in mind. If you don't attack, I will make it attack you." <Fordran> "Right. If only we could do that to everyone who tried to kill us." <DM> There's a touch of frustration in the voice. <Vita> "I tried to convince her that we aren't enemies" <Grith> (Very tense, not really afraid.) * Vita is probably backing away slowly, if possible <Sam> "I'll settle for 'not food.'" * Fordran looks up at the disembodied vooice, then at Foster. "Bit of a sore loser, isn't he." <Vita> "Anyone have any meat?" <DM> (horse sized? try 15', sam :P) <Vita> "That would probably help." <Sam> (barn-sized then) <Apol> "I have some!" <Foster> "People who always want to be in control get a might tetchy when their carefully laid plans are foiled." * Apol pulls out some tentacle monster meat. <Fordran> (ew) <Foster> "I don't think that's such a good idea, Apol." * Grith chuckles rumblingly. Keeps his eyes on the big cat's chest. <Fordran> "Um, I'm not sure if meat is the right thing to pull out just now." <Apol> "mmm, good stuff." * Vita looks up in the general direction of voice "I'm not going to harm an animal who has done nothing to me, and you're a terrible person for starving her like you have." <Sam> "I don't carry meat." <Vita> "Please put the meat near her and move off quickly, Apol" <DM> It looks up when Apol pulls out a chunk of the vile smelling otyugh <DM> It wrinkles its nose in disgust <Vita> "Or... not" <Fordran> "I agree with the cat." <Vita> "Anyone have any better tasting meat?" <DM> It walks a little further from you, and sits again. * Apol moves near. <Grith> "Little man, you -are- meat." <Vita> "Apol, nevermind." <Erias> "I have some dried meat." <Vita> "I think so too. Let me toss it." * Erias pulls some of his trail rations out of his pack, and sidles toward the cat for a moment, pauses, and sidles toward Vita. * Erias hands her the meat. <Vita> "She trusts me more." * Apol shrugs, takes a bite, then keeps the rest. <DM> heh heh * Vita moves as close as she needs to to have a sure shot, then throw/skids the dried meat while performing a few key bodily language signals <Sam> "Hush, you ogre, lest the cat-thing gets the wrong idea about us." * Grith grunts. <DM> It wolfs (aha) the meat down. <Foster> (*seriously, I'm cool. We're cool. Look, jerky*) * Vita sighs in relief * Vita moves back to the group <DM> It sidles over to Vita. <DM> Sniffing. <Sam> (so, is Pup jealous yet~) * Vita doesn't move back to the group <Fordran> (quick, make it your animal companion) * Vita carefully sniffs back <DM> It looks for the source of the meat jerky. * Vita gives it any more meat that she might have on her <Vita> (rations, etc) <Vita> Actually * Vita tosses any more meat that she has far away from the group and herself <Erias> (I have 10 days of trail rations on me. I don't know how much of that is meat.) <Vita> (checking inventory, sec) <Fordran> (i figured my rations were non-meats) <Fordran> (dried berries, made sweet by the healing light of the sun. picked at the peak of freshness.) <Vita> (I have 4 days of rations, so whatever percentage of those are meat) <DM> Ok. It bounds over to the pile and scarfs it down, then settles down for a nap, occasionally looking up disinterestedly. <Grith> *wistfully, quietly* "'d really love my stuff back. I miss Shaya." <Fordran> "Can we move on?" <Apol> (Sorry, only sewer marinated tentacle monster meat on Apol.) <Vita> "Let's try and get out of here" <Grith> s/Shaya/Shara <Erias> "You had a girl in your pack?" <Grith> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 5 | [d20=2] [+3=3] <DM> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 12 | [d20=5] [+7=7] * Erias nods. "How do we get out?" <Grith> (fuck you Tafal) <Fordran> (how we hate you, tafal.) <DM> The large lion perks up, and bounds away through a wall. <Fordran> "Um." <Vita> "I... don't know if that's a good thing." * Sam breathes again. <Grith> (I take solace in Ferry Corsten.) <Vita> "Why don't we try to get going." * Apol flies towards that wall. * Vita looks for exits <Foster> "That seems like a good idea." <DM> How fast? <Erias> "I think the walls are there when they want, and gone when they don't." * Vita looks at Apol <Vita> "Oh. Oh... right." <Grith> (I'd like to ready an action.) <Fordran> (sort of like zelda, then. we just need to kill all the monsters to unlock the doors.) <Fordran> (<zeldanoise>) <DM> |roll 1d6 <tafal> 2 | [1d6=2] <Grith> (Oooh, does my sword shoot energy blades when my HP is maxed out?) <Sam> (holding up MAP with 8-bit glee) <DM> Apol takes 2 damage bouncing off of the wall <Erias> (Geo, could you get me that dungeon-opening noise (I think that's what it was) -- 8 tones, 4 down and 4 up -- as an mp3 or wav?) <Erias> (I want to make it my text message / voicemail tone.) <Apol> *boing* *oww* <Foster> "Great." <Fordran> (i'll try. i call that <zeldanoise>) <DM> K: Dungeoneering anyone. <DM> Untrained is ok. <Erias> (okay.) <Foster> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 10 | [d20=6] [+4=4] <Sam> |roll d20 <tafal> 4 | [d20=4] <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 10 | [d20=10] <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 15 | [d20=15] <Grith> (What's the stat? Int?) <Sam> (really, what did i expect?) <DM> (int) <Foster> Yeah. <Erias> (Yep.) <Grith> (Probably not, then.) <Vita> |roll d20 <tafal> 7 | [d20=7] <Apol> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 23 | [d20=20] [+3=3] <DM> nnngah. <Foster> (<3) <Grith> (Yay! You're the Apol of my eye!) <Apol> (The wall brought plenty of insight to Apol) <Apol> (and that was terrible) <Sam> (no inspiration quite like blunt force.) <DM> Well, a 10' tall http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/MM35_gallery/MM35_PG200.jpg walks through the wall, eyes slightly glazed over. <Grith> (Yeah. I'm sorry.) <DM> Those of you who rolled 10 or higher know it's an Ogre. <Erias> (and then, inspiration struck, like a poorly chosen simile.) * Vita just starts feeling even smaller <Foster> init? <Grith> "I -really- miss Shara." <Erias> "Friend of yours, Grith?" * Fordran gulps. <DM> Sure. <Grith> "Don't think so..." <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 4 | [d20=3] [+1=1] <Fordran> "Now that, Sam, that's an ogre." <Fordran> |roll d20 <tafal> 18 | [d20=18] <Foster> (WOO SLOWNESS) <Sam> "My apologies." <Erias> |roll d20 <tafal> 2 | [d20=2] <Grith> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 22 | [d20=19] [+3=3] <Sam> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 10 | [d20=6] [+4=4] <Vita> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 10 | [d20=6] [+4=4] <Grith> |roll d20 <tafal> 7 | [d20=7] <Vita> (my natural Dex is lower than +4, so does that mean sam goes first?) * Sam kicks tafal in the beanbag. <Fordran> ("Hey, buddy! Why don't you pick on someone your own size!" /point Grith) <Grith> (OOOH! Right in the mean bean machine!) <Apol> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 21 | [d20=20] [+1=1] <Sam> (my natural dex ain't +4 either) <Erias> (On the other hand, I have a history of making very poor decisions.) <Grith> Um... Hey... folks? <Erias> (You can delay to after Fordran if you want...) <Vita> (oh) * DM changes topic to 'Eclipse: Fordran 18, Sam 10, Vita 10, Grith 7, Foster 4, Erias 2' * DM changes topic to 'Eclipse: Apol 21, Fordran 18, Sam 10, Vita 10, Grith 7, Foster 4, Erias 2' <Erias> (...oh. I thought Grith rolled a... wait, he rolled twice. Hunh.) <Grith> "Hey! That statue looks like me!" *pointing back over the party's head* <Grith> "And... SHARA!" * Grith sounds like he's just found a long-lost lover. <DM> (Grith, wait til your turn to do any moving though) <Grith> (Roger.) <DM> -> Apol <Sam> (expecting Grith to HULK any second now) <Erias> (I think he's already on that end of the physical spectrum) <DM> I moved Apol to the place Apol bounced. <Sam> (okay, then just the green part) <Fordran> ( g - a Huge +2 greatsword called Shara--More--) <Apol> (move request) <DM> I don't see it <DM> did you click submit? <Apol> (there, took a while to connect) * Apol just moves closer to see if this new humaniod will do anything. <Apol> (done) <Grith> (I - a statue of a Half-giant) <Grith> (You can barely lift a handspan with this load!) <DM> -> Grith <DM> er <DM> -> Fordran <DM> Moved * Fordran moves close to Grith, calling out to Pelor for strength. (Bless, everyone is in range) <Fordran> (done) <Fordran> (buckler readied) <DM> -> Sam <Sam> (I'm using Monkey Steals Grapes on Ogre!) <Sam> (cough) <DM> ... <Sam> (move requested) <DM> Moved <DM> He's *also* 10'x10' * Sam walks around to the left, eyeing the ogre, expecting it to become extremely surly at any moment. <Sam> (dodging ogre, no prepared action or anything, just getting rid of flat-footedness) <Sam> (done) <DM> -> Vita <Erias> (all we have to do is keep breaking control on everything that gets sent in, and we can have an army in an hour or so) * Apol wonders, "Why is only coming out? We are so many against one." <Grith> (eeeexcellent) <Apol> er.. add the word one in there. * Vita notes that no one else has attacked and simply moves away from the other people and readies an action to shoot it if it hurts anyone * Apol looks around. <Vita> (move requested) <DM> Done <DM> -> Grith <Vita> (That was with Pup, by the way) * Grith turns and charges right at Foster... then past him, assuming he's let through "Shara!" <Fordran> (Foster makes a will save not to crap his pants.) <DM> Hee. <DM> Letting him through? <Fordran> (go on, try to stop him) <Foster> Sure. * Grith will use his standard action to try and get the statue's sword. <DM> Grith charges up to the South-most statue, and tears the stone weapon out of the statue's huge hands. <DM> As the motion disturbs the dust, a gleaming black shiny surface is visible under the dust on the blade. <DM> The weapon dwarfs Grith. <Vita> (eep) <Foster> (sweet) * Sam gulps. <Grith> Free action: "Oh, I sure missed -you-." <Grith> (done) <DM> -> Foster <Foster> I rigorously dispel the Ogre. <Erias> (Wait, there aren't, say, statues of each of us here, are there?) <DM> The weapon looks like the right size for the statue. <DM> i.e. a greatsword sized for a Huge creature. <Sam> (must not change dodge target to grith.) <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 35 | [d20=20] [+15=15] <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 18 | [d20=7] [+11=11] <Grith> (Wheee!) <DM> Erias: No, one of them looks like half a snake, with a human torso, one of them is a minotaur, etc. <Fordran> (that's good. comforting. positive.) <Fordran> (one of them seems to be a really really large one-eyed floating tentacle thing with fangs and a cloak, and it looks like it might be in the process of turning INTO a wolf.) <Fordran> (and horns. it has horns.) <Sam> (*elbow*) <Fordran> (oof) <Grith> (Oh. What's that called again? Lots-of-bleedy-death?) <DM> -> Erias <DM> (Is that... a Beholder with Druid levels?) <Foster> (should've taken Aberration Wild Shape) <Sam> (it's probably not important. you worry too much.) <Fordran> (i forgot the dragon wings too) <DM> (Oh, Master of Many Forms) <Erias> (Ogre has not done anything yet?) <Fordran> (fiendish vampiric half-dragon dire were-beholder) <DM> Not yet, no <DM> (Oh, right.) <Erias> "Pelor!" <Sam> (versus paragon toad. round one, FIGHT!) <Fordran> (Paragon Toad licks you for 4480.) * Erias calls upon Pelor for strength, and moves up to be even with the others, but does not draw a weapon yet. <Grith> (Paragon Toad. Not Frog Drop.) <Grith> (s/he summons a giant frog from the sky. Which lands on you. For 9999 damage. Bitch.) <Erias> Done. <Vita> (a Frog Squashes you) <Sam> (Fat Chocobo? What....*enlarging shadow*...oh! *CRUNCH*) <Erias> "Foster, can you, uh... do anything?" <Foster> "Already tried." <DM> The ogre levitates into the air, floating nearly to the ceiling. * Apol is surprised. <Grith> (Oh, that -can't- be good.) <Grith> (So how high up is it now?) <DM> He floats to the center of the room, then begins gesturing. * Vita looks agast and apprehensive * Grith swears briefly. <DM> (20') <DM> Spellcraft checks. <Grith> (Can I hit that?) <Fordran> (those are trained only, aren't they.) <Foster> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 10 | [d20=5] [+5=5] <Erias> (trained only, I presume.) <DM> Yes. <Apol> |roll d20+4 <tafal> 5 | [d20=1] [+4=4] <Apol> (ok, no.) <DM> His head and neck jut out disconcertingly as patches of skin spread into scales, covering his body in seconds. <DM> His shoulderblades protrude disturbingly from his back before turning into wings. <DM> In moments, he is a Large black dragon. <Erias> (I don't think I need a spellcraft check.) <Sam> "Fordran, that's not an ogre." <DM> -> Apol * Apol yells a long string in draconic. <Fordran> "My mistake." <Erias> "Does it look like a dragon to everyone?" <DM> He doesn't seem to react to Apol. * Vita looks at Erias, and then tries to disbelieve in the flying ogre * Apol is dismayed and acts cautiously. * Devo-tion has joined #ddi * Grith has quit IRC (Ping timeout: 252 seconds) <DM> Correction. "Medium" black dragon * Grith has joined #ddi <Grith> (Christ almighty!) <Grith> |context 10 * DM sets mode: +o Grith <Grith> |context 20 <Apol> (move request) then done <DM> -> Fordran <Fordran> (rescanning map) <Fordran> (am i in reach of it?) <DM> It's 20' up <DM> And 10' over <DM> So, hypotenuse says no. * Devo-tion has quit IRC (Ping timeout: 252 seconds) * Fordran moves away 10' and asks Apol, "um... what now?" <Vita> (I know this is a bad time to mention it, but I'd like to be done by 12 if possible) <Fordran> (done) <DM> (okay) <DM> -> Sam <Sam> (move requested) <DM> moved * Sam continues to stroll carefully. "It certainly looks dragonish." <Sam> (dodging dragon, prepared to defend self if attacked, done) <Apol> *whispers* "I don't know." *louder at the dragon* "I await a response, respectfully." <DM> -> Vita * Vita looks confused <Sam> (hm. so 20 foot high jump is...DC 80.) <Sam> (damn, where's my wire crew when i need them?) * Vita circles around to be closer to the others <Vita> "I shouldn't shoot it yet, right? What's happening?" <Vita> (done) <DM> -> Grith * Grith free actions with genuine awe, "Wow... neat trick." * Grith furrows his brow in concentration for a moment... <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 16 | [d20=1] [+15=15] * Grith grows to Large size. His sword grows to Gigantic. "I like mine, too." <DM> Grith is now nearly 15' tall * Grith then steps toward the dragon. * Fordran blinks. * Vita is now not sure whether to stare at Grith or the dragon * Foster chuckles. * Apol is surprised again. <Grith> (move) <Grith> (requested) <DM> Moved. <Grith> (Sadly, I don't think I know -anything- about dragon breath weapons.) <DM> -> Foster <Sam> "Um...?" <Erias> (Colin knows a lot. I might need some help determining what Erias knows.) <Foster> |roll d20+15 <tafal> 23 | [d20=8] [+15=15] <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 15 | [d20=4] [+11=11] <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 21 | [d20=10] [+11=11] <Sam> (similarly, tony knows know to say "holy living fuck, grith!" but sam doesn't.) <DM> The dragon plummets a bit in mid-air, but flaps harder and stays aloft <Foster> |roll d20+11 <tafal> 31 | [d20=20] [+11=11] <DM> It blinks in surprise and looks around. <DM> Moving? <Grith> (Dice love.) <Foster> Not moving, but saying "Hold a moment, we would like to negotiate." <DM> -> Erias <Erias> (hrm.) * Erias will move to stand in front of Fordran, and go to full defense, while waiting to see if we can negotiate. <Sam> (mumble mumble, affairs of dragons, crunchy and good with ketchup, HELLO?! NEGOTIATE?!) <Sam> (ahem. sorry.) <Grith> (Grith is willing to negotiate.) <Grith> (Usually, he negotiates with the pointy end of his sword.) <DM> The Dragon/Ogre speaks with difficulty to Foster: "You free me from control. So I not kill you yet. What you want?" <DM> He's holding his action. <Erias> ("Help us kill the controllers?") <DM> The rest of you may choose to delay your actions until Foster speaks, or take your actions, or speak yourselves. <Apol> (delay) <DM> -> Fordran <Fordran> (delay) <DM> -> Sam <Erias> quietly, to Foster: "Help us kill the controllers? Let us go so we can kill the controllers?" <Sam> (delay) <DM> -> Vita * Vita visibly points her bow and/or arrows away from the up direction <DM> -> Grith * Vita whispers at Foster "be my guest" <Vita> (delay) <DM> He might have timed out, go ahead Foster <Foster> "Let's not kill each other. Let's kill the people who've been enslaving you." <Foster> (simple. to the point. easy.) <DM> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 9 | [d20=7] [+2=2] <Fordran> (ogrish.) <DM> "You stay in front. Then I agree." <DM> "All of you." <Grith> (sense motive?) <Erias> (oh, this can only go well.) <DM> (yeah, that was a SM roll) <Foster> (can we get one?) <DM> (And this is a trusting reaction from an ogre mage) <Grith> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 15 | [d20=12] [+3=3] <Foster> (heh) <DM> (yeah, you can) <Foster> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 5 | [d20=4] [+1=1] <Foster> (ha ha ha) <Erias> |roll d20+5 <tafal> 22 | [d20=17] [+5=5] <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 4 | [d20=1] [+3=3] <Fordran> (sounds good to me!) <Vita> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 21 | [d20=19] [+2=2] <Foster> (I agree!) <Sam> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 7 | [d20=4] [+3=3] <Sam> (well, okay, i guess...) <Erias> "Alright, let's go." * Erias stays on guard and keeps an eye on the dragon. <Foster> "Very well." <Grith> "You serious, er... Erias?" <Vita> "Sure. Sounds....... ok" * Grith eyes the dragon/oger/mage suspiciously. * Fordran looks at Erias, a little unsure, but shrugs. "I guess it's a good enough exchange for not killing us outright." <Erias> "Oh, I think he'll kill us as soon as we finish killing Gray..." <Erias> "But in the meantime, we could use the help." <Fordran> "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." <Grith> "Well, hey... I'm always up for a little joint-effort revenge." * Erias looks back at the dragon for a moment. * Erias winces. <Fordran> "...Yeah." <Erias> "Alright, alright, let's go." <DM> Let's break here, for Audrey. * Fordran follows Erias, doing a lot of looking-over-shoulder. <Fordran> (nod.) * Apol flies to Foster. <Grith> (alrighty) <Erias> Okay. <Vita> (thanks. class tomorrow and I'm feeling tired) <Foster> Alright. <DM> Woo. <DM> Mystery new character: introduced <Foster> Dispel and animal empathy > Gray's silly plotting. :p <DM> Yet Another Unlikely Ally: Joined <Grith> Only 'cuz he had to! <DM> Yeah? Before you gloat, remember your arrival. <Foster> Yeah, yeah. <Erias> Yay! <Fordran> Way to pwn those gray-con mobs though. <Foster> We're hosed, I'm just trying to maneuver into the position that's likely to leave the biggest crater when I go. :p <DM> Heh. ----- (resisted illusion) * Erias has joined #ddi2 * Apol has joined #ddi2 <Apol> Hi! <Apol> (Why does this feel familiar? :p) <DM> Hi, hold on a sec. <Erias> :) <DM> You can read what's in the main channel <DM> But you can't interact <Erias> Got it. * scenery has joined #ddi2 <DM> Hi Devon. <DM> You can read what's in the main channel <DM> But you can't interact <DM> Until I say, ok? <scenery> Yo. <scenery> Roger. <DM> You guys still can't <Apol> ok <Apol> (of course Foster will do that) <DM> Heh <scenery> Hi, Colin and Fiona. <Erias> Hi, Devon :) <DM> You arrive in a flash of light. <DM> A wave of color washes over your vision the split second you arrive, but your eyes clear. <DM> Your friends are standing around you, in a daze. <DM> You're in a room much like the mazelike area Erias and Foster were rescued from <DM> Non-descript white walls, lighting that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere. <scenery> (y'know, I prefer my soul intact :P) <DM> The civilians have landed around the room in disoriented heaps. <Erias> "Gods above!" * Erias shakes his head and looks around. <DM> Only Apol seems to notice you say that. <Erias> (assuming we can start rp-ing our reactions) <DM> You can talk to each other here <Apol> "Hi!" <DM> The woman is nowhere to be seen. <Apol> "Where are we?" <Erias> "Hi Apol. I'm not sure." <Erias> "Looks like the prison again..." <scenery> (Er... am I on?) <DM> Foster is looking intently at a pair of civilians, in a heap. * Erias twitches. * Apol goes to Fordran, "Hi!" <DM> Devon: not yet <scenery> (roger) <Erias> "What the... guys? Are you here?" <DM> No response * Erias moves to Foster and waves at him. * Apol moves towards Erias and Foster. <Erias> (I'm moving pretty fast; let me know if it's too fast.) * Erias shakes Foster, and if he gets no response, casts a spell. <Apol> "Foster, where are we?" <Apol> (uh oh) <Erias> ...yeah. <DM> A beam of fire lances out from a foot in front of Foster and sets the two on fire, who scream pathetically before dying. <Apol> "No!" <Erias> "Foster! Stop!" <DM> Foster doesn't seem to hear you, but looks self-satisfied. <DM> Vita looks troubled, but doesn't move. <DM> She waves her hand a litle. <Apol> (Did he even move to do that?) * Apol flies to the civilians to see if the are ok. <DM> Erias, say that you didn't say anything in channel <Apol> "Foster, why did you do that?!" * Erias casts a spell on Foster. * Foster has joined #ddi2 <DM> Erias is standing in front of you, looking very concerned * Apol angrily charges at Foster. * Erias finishes casting. * Foster gets his bearings <Erias> "Foster, come on, damn it." <DM> Except for Apol and Erias, your friends are standing around you, in a daze. <DM> You're in a room much like the mazelike area Erias and Foster were rescued from <DM> Non-descript white walls, lighting that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere. <Foster> (Status of charcoal lump?) <DM> The civilians have landed around the room in disoriented heaps. <Apol> "Why did you kill them?!" <DM> A pair of them are charred lumps. * Erias looks grim. * Foster looks enraged. * Vita has joined #ddi2 <Erias> "Tell me you're awake." <Vita> "What?" <Foster> "I hate illusions. And I really, really hate Gray." <DM> Vita: You're in a room much like the mazelike area Erias and Foster were rescued from <DM> Non-descript white walls, lighting that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere. <DM> The civilians have landed around the room in disoriented heaps. <Vita> "Shit." * Erias glances back toward Vita, startled. <DM> A pair of them are charred lumps. * Vita swears in Gnomish, profusely <Vita> "Do you think we can help the others out?" <DM> Sam wiggles his foot. * Erias shrugs, and bull rushes Fordran. <Foster> "That dirty, underhanded, mindfucking son of a bitch." * Fordran has joined #ddi2 <Fordran> (zomg) <DM> Fordran: You're in a room much like the mazelike area Erias and Foster were rescued from <DM> Non-descript white walls, lighting that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere. <DM> The civilians have landed around the room in disoriented heaps. <DM> A pair of them are charred lumps. * Fordran blinks. * Vita tries to shake Sam gently <Foster> "This has not been a good day, and is steadily getting worse." <DM> okay, everyone back to main channel