Erias, Fordran, and Yawin * Fordran casts Flamestrike. <DM> Erias wakes Fordran just before dawn with gentle slaps across the face and a cheerful, "We're gonna go kill us some heathens, boy!" <Erias> (More spells should be Fort Partial. That's all I'm sayin'.) <DM> I mean, uh. <Erias> He... uh, yes, evidently. <Fordran> "Hell yeah! I'm gonna use Foster as my Divine Focus." <DM> The two of you receive a soft mental chime in your sleep. * Erias and Fordran wake naturally shortly before dawn, internal clocks set through years of practice. Oh. Okay, nevermind then. <Erias> (Erias reaches for a snooze button.) <DM> (Gray doesn't like being grabbed there.) * Erias wakes up. <Erias> (Should have been worked out in beta, man.) <DM> A robed figure is waiting just outside the rest area, again. * Erias sits up, looks around, and then walks to the edge of the rest area. <DM> (Gray) "Do you require teleportation to the dawn again?" * Fordran gets up, turns to where he guesses is East, and mumbles a prayer. <Fordran> "That would be most appreciated, yes." * Erias opens his mouth, closes it. <Erias> "Right." <DM> He walks quietly back along the corridor to the central control chamber. * Erias follows, along with Fordran. <DM> He stops at the foot of the steps, allowing you to pass. <Erias> (I assume.) * Fordran passes, nods. <DM> This one looks familiar; he was the one that teleported you yesterday. <Erias> "I think I'm starting to recognize some of you guys." <Erias> (*sigh*. And here I am without my armor or weapon.) <DM> (What?) <Erias> (instincts.) <DM> (I thought you had them. Feel free.) <DM> You hear some clomping along the corridor. <Erias> (Well, given the amount of death and destruction lately, I think Erias might have taken the time to suit up.) <DM> You see Yawin burst into the room, "Wait for me, are we going to meet them already?" <Erias> (But it's hard to separate his reactions from my paranoia.) <Erias> "Yawin. No, we -- yes, soon. We were just going to go greet the sunrise." <DM> (Yawin) "I'll come along if we're going directly." <Fordran> "Will the sunlight harm you?" <DM> (Yawin) "It stings, a little. It's nothing like channeling Pelor, though, so I can take it." * Fordran nods. <Fordran> "I am sure Pelor will appreciate the sacrifice you make." <Erias> "Alright. Let's all three go, then, and we can head to Threecrown afterward. I've been told that the Knights have indeed arrived." <DM> He ignores the robed figure, and mounts the steps up to the two of you. <DM> When he reaches the top, the Gray at the bottom of the steps closes his eyes and... you voluntarily fail a will save. <Erias> Yes. <DM> This time you find yourselves near a copse of trees on a low hill overlooking Threecrown. <DM> The trees screen any eyes from that direction noticing your sudden arrival. <DM> Yawin pulls up the hood of his cloak, and squints at the beginnings of dawn. * Fordran kneels and begins the Morning Prayer. <DM> He backs a little ways into the trees, kneels with a sigh, and pulls out his chain and holy symbol * Erias removes his helm and gauntlets and kneels as well. <DM> You don't mean to listen in, but overhear something about asking for resolve. <DM> You finish your prayers. * Erias stands, re-equips. When the others are finished... <Fordran> "...without the light it gives." * Fordran stands. * Erias joins Fordran and waits for Yawin. <DM> Yawin is already standing. <DM> He's looking vacantly in the direction of Threecrown. * Erias looks at Yawin for a moment. <Erias> "Alright, we should be on our guard. We don't know who might be looking for us out here." * Fordran nods. <Erias> "Ready?" <DM> Yawin chuckles once. It sounds a little creepy. <Fordran> "I guess so." <DM> "Ready." * Erias grimaces and begins walking toward Threecrown. <DM> As you approach the gates, you notice double the number of guards at the gate, and they're extra alert. <DM> There's some activity as they spot your approach, but it relaxes when you get closer. * Erias continues, watching them carefully. <DM> They salute you, wordlessly, as you approach. * Fordran hopes that the preponderance of armor plating will make us look friendly. * Fordran salutes back. "Pelor shine upon you this morning." <DM> Yawin mutters softly, "Guess that means they've arrived..." <Erias> "Greetings, and good morning. We seek the others of our order. Do you know where we might find them?" <DM> (guard) "Uh... yes, uh, sir!" <Erias> (interesting.) <DM> (guard) "Uh, the others are at the Sandpiper, sir!" <Erias> (are you typing, or -- okay) <Erias> "Thank you." <DM> Sense motive if you like <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <Fordran> heh <DM> heh. <Fordran> sec. <Erias> |roll d20+5 <Erias> er. * geordan has joined #ddi2 * tafal has joined #ddi2 * geordan has left #ddi2 <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 12 | [d20=9] [+3=3] (Fordran) <Erias> |roll d20+7 <tafal> 11 | [d20=4] [+7=7] (Erias) <Erias> (forgot it went up. lot of good that did.) <DM> Good boy, disciplined lad. * Erias walks on past into the city. <DM> (Yawin) "Sandpiper's near the city center, one of the cleanest, but cheap. Good old Lightbringer." <DM> Yawin occasionally gestures or mentions a direction, and you soon find yourself approaching the little square. <Fordran> "Lightbringer?" <Erias> "Simple accomodations bring little to distract from Pelor and good which must be done..." <DM> (Yawin, to Fordran) "Sir Lucidus, "the Lightbringer," our commanding officer." <Fordran> "Ah." <DM> Yawin stops. * Erias stops and looks around. <DM> (Yawin, to Erias) "Here..." unstraps mace, "... you'd better take this. It'll go better if I'm unarmed." * Erias nods slowly and accepts the mace. <Erias> "Perhaps you'd better stay... a bit behind me." <DM> "... Right." * Erias enters the Sandpiper. <DM> A chubby but worried looking innkeeper hurries to greet you, bowing and wringing his hands. <DM> (innkeeper) "Light bless you, good.. ah.. sir knights..." * Erias nods at the inkeeper. "Greetings, good sir." <DM> (innkeeper) "Your, ah- party, is ah- already in the ah- private room." <Erias> "Would you direct us to the... yes. Thank you." <Erias> "That would be up here?" <DM> He nods and gestures to a curtain under the stairs leading to a small dining room. * Erias walks through the curtain. * Fordran follows Yawin. <DM> Lucidus is here, standing at the head of the table, facing the door. With him are Lady Aserin, the "triplets" Karl, Ordul, and Zach, the Elf Bel'ena, Torenn and Jaim, and two knights you don't recognize. <DM> Yawin stop fairly abruptly upon entering. * Erias moves forward enough to allow the other two to enter behind him, and bows before the Knights. <DM> Everyone looks up when you enter, and some hands move away from weapons. Some are still at them. * Erias keeps his expression slightly friendly, but relatively neutral. He looks relaxed and his hand is not near his mace. * Fordran stands nervously, with his hands very obviously in front of him. <DM> (Lucidus) "At ease. Erias. Shine in the Light. And you've brought Yawin." <Erias> "Light upon you, sir. Yes, I have." <DM> You hear hands move away from weapons. <DM> There is some uncomfortable armored shuffling from some of the younger knights. <Erias> "I assume you received my report. I understand that this is a difficult and unusual situation." <Erias> (sorry, hard to tell when you're typing and when you're waiting) <DM> Those of you meeting the Radiant Knights for the first time, Sir Lucidus is about 5'10", with close cropped blonde hair, gray eyes, and gray-streaked beard. <DM> Go ahead, Lucidus is waiting for you to speak. <DM> I'll just fill descriptions for Geordan in the meantime <DM> The Radiant Knights are all in armor, and most of them look as comfortable in it as Erias is. <Erias> "There are other concerns here, but the most immediate is Yawin's plight. He has been cursed, and he struggles against it still." <Erias> "He has remained true to Pelor, despite his condition. I hope that there is some way we might restore him." <DM> (Lucidus, looking at Yawin, then back to Erias) "Yes, you mentioned that he is now undead." <Erias> "...yes, sir." <DM> (Lucidus, to Yawin) "What have you to say of this, Yawin?" * Erias looks uncomfortable, but masks it fairly well. <DM> (great, somehow you tricked me into talking to myself) * Erias steps slightly to the side to allow Yawin to speak directly to the group. <Erias> (Yeah, I have a knack.) <Erias> (remember to really put yourself through the wringer.) <DM> (Yawin) "Uh. I... wish none of you harm... I still place my... life... and faith in Pelor. I..." <DM> He trails off, awkwardly. * Fordran nods as assuringly as he can. <DM> Lucidus stares at Yawin intently. <DM> You notice that most of the others in the room are too. * Erias waits, trying not to show tension. <DM> The two knights you don't recognize also pass their scrutiny over Erias. * Erias returns their gaze. <DM> (Lucidus) "Well, that much of your report is true, Erias. But I have one more thing to test." <DM> He walks up to Yawin. <DM> Slowly, he unslings his heavy mace. * Erias tenses. * Fordran tries to stifle a gasp. <DM> He offers it to Yawin, hilt first. <DM> Yawin blinks. <DM> Yawin takes it hesitantly. * Fordran looks confused. <DM> The tension is palpable as he grips it... <DM> Lucidus takes it back, reslings it. <DM> "Good enough for Pelor, it seems." <DM> He sighs. * Erias relaxes slowly. <Fordran> "I... I don't understand..." <DM> He walks, back turned to Yawin, to his place at the head of the table. "What to do with you... what to do..." <DM> Everyone relaxes visibly. <DM> Lucidus turns at Fordran's confusion. <DM> (Lucidus) "Oh, my apologies. Let me explain. And introduce myself." <DM> (Lucidus) "I am Lucidus Kryschar, called the Lightbringer, captain of the Radiant Knights of Pelor." <Erias> "Oh, of course." <Erias> "Lightbringer, this is Fordran, a truly devout follower of Pelor." <Erias> (I don't know if I know Fordran's last name. If so, I include it.) * Fordran bows, somewhat clumsily. "A pleasure to meet you, Sir Kryschar." <Fordran> (Drakebane) <DM> He gestures at knights around the room, "Lady Aserin, Karl, Ordul, Bel'ena, Jaim, Zachir, Torenn, Werner, and Malef." * Fordran nods at each as he points them out, knowing that he will not get the names straight. <DM> They nod in turn, and some smile. <Fordran> "Pelor shine upon you all this day." <DM> (Lucidus continues) "This mace was blessed by priests of Pelor, and any evil hand that touches it suffers Pelor's wrath." <Fordran> "I see." <DM> (Lucidus) "Our gift of sight can sometimes be fooled by magic, you see, but Pelor's blessing cannot be tricked." * Erias nods slowly. <DM> (Lucidus) "That leaves us with a conundrum, Yawin, does it not? You are not evil, yet you are still unliving, a blight upon the living." <Erias> "I thought perhaps we could seek out a temple... is there no way to recover from this?" <DM> (Lucidus shakes his head gravely) "Pelor's cure for this particular curse is always the same, Erias, you know that." <Fordran> (i don't suppose Fordran has any Religious Knowledge that could be helpful here?) * Erias looks pained, and looks away. <DM> (Well, if you roll well enough, you'll know that Radiant Servants of Pelor turn and destroy undead with extra efficacy~) <Fordran> (; ;) <DM> (Lucidus, to Yawin) "What of you, Yawin? Does Pelor yet guide you? Do you retain his favor?" <Fordran> ("i can totally turn myself! see? ... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA") <Erias> (whoops, looks like he rolled a little too well. Well, that takes care of that, I suppose.) <DM> (Yawin) "I... still possess his gifts... but..." he unlaces the top of his shirt to reveal his sun-shaped scar "... perhaps not his favor." <DM> There is a stony silence. <Erias> (not a lot I can add to that, really) <DM> The silver-haired Elf woman Bel'ena speaks up <DM> (Bel'ena) "Do you suffer, Yawin? We could end your curse, free your soul to rejoin Pelor." <DM> Yawin's expression tightens. <Erias> (note: I need to wind down soon. Jen will be here shortly.) <Fordran> (let's just turn him now. everyone aid another.) * Erias watches Yawin. <DM> (Yawin) "I could... I can still fight in Pelor's name. I am no less effective for it." <Erias> (honestly, he should have the option... maybe it really would be his desire.) <Erias> (but evidently not.) * Fordran looks torn. <Erias> "I am committed to destroying evil and unlife. But I am willing to continue with Yawin by my side, if that is his wish." <DM> We can stop here, for Colin's sake <DM> I'll log it, we can pick up Thursday <Fordran> ok <DM> We got through a bunch anyway <DM> Thanks guys ----- Main <DM> Right, back to our regularly scheduled angst <Devo> Home! * Devo has quit IRC (Quit: CGI:IRC) <Audrey> whew. I think I finished my work. Or at least, I'm turning it in. Oh shit, I left my laundry downstairs! * coin is now known as Erias <Fordran> crap, laundry, i was gonna do that. tomrrow i guess <Erias> Hi. <Erias> I'm hoping to start some laundry at some point tonight. And eat. I will squeeze both in when I have time. <DM> You can start laundry <DM> We've got some time <Erias> Okay. * Audrey is now known as Vita * Sam is here until 2100, in and out after that. <Sam> (if that's a problem) <DM> Eh, it'll be fine <Erias> mmm, salad + yogurt + pizza + toast + garlic bread + pickles + juice <Erias> (small vanilla yogurt, and 1 leftover slice of pizza, and the last piece of bread as toast) <DM> Roll call * Fiona is now known as Apol * DM * Crickets chirp. * Sam bows. * Foster casts flamestrike. <Sam> "Ow, my precious genitals!" * Vita waves <DM> ... * Apol munches on otyagh omelette. <Erias> okay, "flamestrike", "my precious genitals", and "munches" are just not what I want to see when I first switch back to this channel. * Sam nods. * Sam extinguishes himself. <Apol> Would you prefer "slurp?" <DM> Apol and Foster are occupied right now. <DM> Vita and Sam, you awaken to the sound of Grith snoring. <Vita> Do we feel rested? <DM> Yes. <DM> It feels as if you got your full rest. * Vita rubs her face <DM> This is immediately after the events of the Epilogue 17 <Vita> "I guess I'm up. Wish I could tell the time in this strange place." <DM> One of the first things you notice is a lack of Erias, Fordran, Foster, or Apol. * Vita looks around <Vita> "Hey... where is everyone else?" <Vita> (where did we rest, by the way?) <DM> Pup looks up and yawns. <DM> (Rest area) <DM> (Same room as last night) * Vita scratches Pup behind the ears <Vita> "Maybe they are back with the treasures" <DM> (I guess Sam's still asleep too :P) <Vita> (Can I tell that Sam is awake?) <Sam> (yep) <Sam> (not making crass comment about materialism) * Vita starts to leave in the direction of the stuff <Vita> "You coming, Sam?" <Sam> "Yes. Foolish not to." * DM * Grith snores some more <Vita> "Hmmm. Should we wake Grith?" * Sam plinks Grith with a sling bullet, to see if he wakes. * DM * Grith scratches a bit, rolls over. * Vita shrugs * Sam shrugs. <Vita> "He can probably handle himself. Come on Pup." * Vita leaves the room * Sam follows. <DM> A robed figure is waiting outside, with a gray terrycloth towel. <DM> (Gray) "Bath again, Vita?" * Vita sniffs at herself <Vita> "Nah. Do you know where Apol and Foster are?" <Vita> "And Erias and Fordran..." <DM> (Gray) "They are in the Vault. Erias, Fordran and Yawin left to pray and deal with some business in Threecrown a couple hours ago." <Vita> (Was the vault the place we didn't get into, or was that just the workroom?) * Vita heads towards the Vault <Vita> (I just remembered we can go in there) * Sam continues to follow. <Vita> *walkwalkwalk* <Sam> "I don't know which place I like less." <DM> You arrive at the vault <DM> When you enter, several of the worn items are now doll-sized <DM> Apol is amidst a pile of weapons, and Foster is sitting with his back against a shelf, meditating over a pile of items. * Sam weighs a doll-sized suit of armor briefly. <DM> There's a charred, singed shelf with a hole in it, next to a mannequin with a hole blown through its head. * Vita waves in Foster's general direction, not wanting to disturb him <Apol> "Hi!" * Vita wanders over to Apol <Vita> "Hello. Having fun?" * Foster is unresponsive. <Foster> He appears rather busy. <Apol> "Yes, but some of these things hurt." * Vita figured <Sam> "They make armor this small?" * Apol is slightly bruised and singed but you can't tell because of the general browish color. <Vita> "How is Foster doing? Do you think we need to get him food... or um... I don't know... something?"" <Sam> <-- ignerunt <Vita> "I hope you haven't found too many hurty things." <Apol> "Foster is ok, he's busy. He'll talk in about... hmmm... a little while." <Vita> "Ok." * Vita sits down, idly glancing over the weapons in Apol's pile <Vita> "I feel very useless here." <Apol> (Actually only the cloth and ..leather? have shrunk. The larger armor didnt' resize) <Apol> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 22 | [d20=8] [+14=14] (Apol) <Vita> *Pup sits next to Vita <DM> (the robes and capes and cloaks shrunk, as have the bracers, etc) <Sam> (not like that changes Sam's confusion) <DM> (None of the armor appears to have resized) * Vita probably starts fiddling with a doll-sized bracer or cape if it's nearby <Sam> (okay, retcon, edit, whatever, same gag) * Apol twirls a quarterstaff and shakes it some. <Apol> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 23 | [d20=9] [+14=14] (Apol) <Sam> "Not bad." <Vita> "Going to start working with a staff nowadays?" * Apol drops the quarterstaff in disgust. <Vita> "oh" <Apol> "I'm just playing." * Vita looks around, comprehension dawning * Vita holds up something small <Apol> "Oh, Vita, you might be better with this. *points to a long bow* This one talks." <Vita> "Have you been playing with this?" * Sam grabs another relatively harmless-looking staff from somewhere and examines it. <Vita> "Wait what?" <Vita> "Talks?" * Vita looks utterly confused * Vita approaches the long bow cautiously, appraising it from all sides without touching it <Apol> "That robe? Yes. And this bow *points to a long bow* talks. But I don't understand, maybe you do because you use them." <Vita> "How do you make it... talk?" <Apol> "Well, I pulled it and shook it a little and touched my toes." * Vita very gently picks up the longbow * Vita sights down it <Apol> "It is a very bright shiny!" <Apol> "Try it!" * Vita carefully tests the string's give * Apol picks up the quarterstaff again. * Vita jumps a little, then bends over the bow <DM> Vita is whispering to the bow. <Apol> |roll d20+14 <tafal> 23 | [d20=9] [+14=14] (Apol) <DM> Apol shakes the metal-shod quarterstaff in an agitated fashion. <Vita> "Apol, are you sure you can't understand the bow?" <DM> Sam, which staff did you pick up? <Sam> (checking list) <Vita> "It said verm... mord kelethsomething" <Apol> "It said to me 'Vermir mord Kelethas' but I don't know what that means." <Vita> "Me either." <Vita> (I don't understand your strange moon language!) <Apol> "I think Foster knows what it means. He mumbled something about enemies and stuff after repeating those words." * Foster looks up from his pile of items. * Vita frowns at the bow, saying "Sorry" and puts it carefully down * Sam picked up the metal-shod quarterstaff. <DM> (Sam, that's the one Apol's holding) <Sam> (oh, well, then...the dull gray metal one?) <Foster> "It means 'swift death to my enemies'. I'm not certain of the language." <Vita> "Oh. Hi Foster. How... how are you doing?" <Vita> "And how do you know that if you don't know the language?" <DM> Sam begins moving slightly jerkily * Sam does a kata or two, and then pauses. * Apol waves to Sam with the quarterstaff. <Foster> "I'm doing alright. And it's a bit of a trick. It's... hard to explain without a preexisting conception of things like a collective unconcious." <Sam> "Apol, have you used this one before?" <Vita> "Ok." <Vita> "Is that all the bow says?" * Devo has joined #ddi * DM sets mode: +o Devo * Apol replies to Sam, "Yes, everything got slow. Hee, you look funny when you move when you carry that." * DM waves at Devo. <Fordran> (grope) <Foster> "I don't really know, I haven't played with it much. Only translated what Apol mentioned." <Foster> "Perhaps tomorrow." <Vita> "Oh, don't worry about it too much. You have so much to do, I guess, what with all these strange new things we've found." <Vita> "I just wish I could be of some help." <Devo> (yo) <Devo> (Ngah) <Devo> (Let me know if you need Grith for anything) <DM> Suddenly, the metal-shod quarterstaff in Apol's claws erupts in a sheath of lightning, discharging into a nearby wall, and prickling up everyone's hair (if they have hair). <Vita> "Yikes!" <DM> Pup barks angrily at the air. <Apol> "Wow!" <Sam> "How...yipe!" * Sam dodged it, somehow. <Foster> "Alarming." * Vita pats Pup's wildly sticking up hair down * Vita twitches as static electricity sparks at her * Foster makes a small note on his list about the staff Apol has, goes back to meditating. <Sam> "That seems awfully hazardous." * Apol laughs and twirls the quarterstaff and then puts it down. <Apol> "Lots of these are. There is this one *points to jeweled morning star* that took of that big doll's head." <DM> Pup's ears flick in an agitated fashion <Vita> "Sorry Pup" <Vita> "Maybe... maybe we shouldn't touch things so much" <Apol> "And look at this!" * Apol picks up a dagger, does a little jig in the air. * Sam attacks an imaginary foe with the gray staff. * Vita tries to figure out what's special about Apol being in the air <DM> The dagger's blade lights up like a little torch, but without smoke. <Sam> (QCF jab jab strong!) <DM> (:P) <Apol> "See? Good for cooking with!" * Sam chuckles. <Sam> "This...I like this." * Apol puts down the dagger and flies over to the skull hilted black greatsword. * Vita looks around for other Vita-ish looking things * Devo is now known as Grith * Vita picks up the chain shirt <DM> Grith wakes up, utterly alone. <DM> He's in the rest area from before, immediately after the events of Epilogue 17 <Grith> (Alone! *Sniff* All alone! Forever doomed to aloneness!) <Apol> (Sam and Vita, just ask Apol if it has tried the other stuff and what it found out) <Vita> "Well, it's a better color than my current one, but it's a little tarnished..." <DM> Vita: The chain shirt shrinks to your size. <Vita> "Neat!" * Apol lifts the skull hilted black greatsword and twists around with it. <Vita> "Hey Apol, find out anything about this shirt?" <Apol> "Uh... *huff* I didn't get to try those, they are the strange shiny. Foster told me not to play with those." <Fordran> tony is offline. <Fordran> blackout. <DM> When Apol lifts the black greatsword, it begins to glow a deep purple. <Vita> (Audrey has been playing too much Nethack, and is VERY wary about trying on random stuff) <Vita> Oh. <Fordran> (just got a phone call) * Vita puts the shirt down * Apol quickly drops the sword * Sam has quit IRC (Ping timeout: 260 seconds) <Vita> "Hey - Foster. What is our current plan?" * Apol lands on the ground, "Oh that didn't feel so good." <Foster> "Short term or long term?" * Grith looks around for a few seconds, then lets out a sleepy "Gray!" <Vita> "Either. Both." <Vita> "I'm trying to figure out what I should be doing here." <Foster> "Short term, I intend to identify the majority of usable items in this room. Long term, we need to figure out how to foil the ascent of a deity. Perhaps you could research historical occasions of that sort of thing." <DM> A robed figure walks to the door, Grith. <Grith> "Where're the others?" <DM> (Gray, to Grith) "Vita, Sam, Apol, and Foster are in the Vault. Yawin, Erias, and Fordran are in Threecrown." * Vita looks saddened and confused <Vita> "Maybe I should have listened more in history class..." <Grith> "Threecrown? Hmm." Grith ponders ponderously for a moment, then asks, "Why does that woman... Dianarra? Hate Erias so much?" <DM> (Gray, to Grith) "Because Gray told her that Erias killed her parents." <Grith> "Did he? Did Erias kill her parents?" <Vita> "Do you know anything about foiling deity's ascentions, Sam?" <Foster> "Hm. I'll think on the matter." * Foster goes back to work. <Apol> (Is Tony back?) <DM> (Tony is not back) <Vita> (Oh. Right. Whoops.) <DM> (Gray, to Grith) "... I don't know..." <Grith> "I'd like ta talk to 'er." <Vita> "Well, I can at least find out if there's a library at our disposal." * Vita looks for the nearest Gray * Apol goes back to the corner to recover. <DM> (Gray) "As you wish." He turns and leads down the corridor. * Grith follows quietly. <DM> Vita, you find one just next door, in the workroom <Vita> "Hey, Gray. Do you have a library or history books or something around here?" <DM> (Gray, to Vita) "We don't maintain physical records in general, except for our research." <Vita> "Oh." <Vita> "Does your research tell us how to prevent a deity from ascending?" <DM> (Gray, to Vita) "... Generally, you kill it before it is fully a deity." <Vita> "Ok...So where do unascended deities hang out?" <DM> (Gray) "..." <Vita> "Yeah. I'm going to be REAL helpful here." <DM> (Gray) "Presumably, gathering a powerbase, worshippers or extremely potent energies, arcane, divine, psionic, or otherwise. Often, sacrifice." <Vita> (flavortext int check) <Vita> |roll d20 <tafal> 12 | [d20=12] (Vita) <Vita> "Hmmm... I wonder where it is getting sacrifices from." <Vita> "It seems like I should have an idea..." * Vita wanders off to the Vault again <DM> The figure turns back to its work. * Apol is deciding which bastard sword to pick up. * Vita sit down grumpily and watches the others <Vita> "I don't think I'm going to be able to help much Foster. Sorry." <Grith> (I have a bad habit of fixating on NPC's) <Apol> (she's not that kind of girl!) * Vita notices some arrows in the corner <Vita> "Hey Apol, are these shiny?" <Grith> (They're -all- that kind of girl) * Apol looks over. "Yes, everything in here is shiny." *big toothy grin* <Vita> "Hmmmm" * Vita goes over to the arrows * Vita picks one up and examines it * Apol decides to pick up the bastard sword on the left. <Vita> "Apol, these arrows don't burn like the sling bullets, right?" * Vita puts the arrow into the quiver again, picks up a different arrow <Apol> "I don't know, I haven't tried them, want me to try?" <Vita> "Hmmm... I don't know if they are the right size for my bow, though" <Vita> "If you don't mind... I don't want you to get hurt." * Apol puts down the sword and flies over to Vita * Apol pulls out one of the arrows and looks at it. * Apol plays with the arrow for a while. "Nothing is happening with this one. But it does have magic. These other ten look just like it." <Vita> "So with this magic stuff. Is it always useful magic?" <DM> (DM's Note: You can use any sized arrow with your bow, they will automatically size") <Vita> (Awesome) <Apol> "I think they are all useful to someone. But not to everyone. That sword with a skull feels just like some of the sling bullets." <Apol> "I wouldn't want to use it but someone must have found it to be useful to them." <Apol> "Otherwise, why make it, right?" <Vita> "To confuse your enemies?" <Vita> "I see your point." <Vita> "So all these arrows are the same?" <Apol> "Confuse my enemies by making my sword feel yucky?" *confused* <Apol> "Oh, no, just these eleven." * Apol picks up another arrow, "This one is different and looks like it has enchantment. There are 5 of these all together." <Apol> "These eight have the strange shiny, so Foster has to be the one to play with them." <Apol> "And this one has necromancy and this one has divination." * Apol shakes the arrow with divination. <Vita> "Necromancy? Divination?" <DM> It twists in Apol's grasp, pointing, like a magnet, at Vita <DM> Then goes limp again. <Fordran> (Arrow of Gnome Detection) <Vita> "Um, could you point that somewhere else?" <Apol> "Woah. This one likes you!" <DM> (I think I'm a Gnome Now.) <Vita> (ooooooooooooooooooh it hurts) * Apol hands the arrow to Vita. * Vita takes the arrow * Vita shakes it <DM> Nothing happens. * Vita shakes it uncertainly * Vita looks stupid <DM> Nothing keeps happening. <Apol> "I don't really like the necromany stuff, those are the ones that hurt the most." <Grith> (Those two are endless hours of entertaininment.) * Vita shrugs <Apol> "Try it with your bow? <Apol> " <Vita> "Well, I don't want to use it up. Maybe if we had a target dummy or something." <Apol> "We have a few big dolls around. Will those do?" *points to mannaquins* <Vita> "I guess" * Vita takes out her bow * Vita sets up right by the mannaquin and draws the bow plus arrow a very very very small amount * Vita shoots the arrow the very small distance to the mannaquin <DM> Drawing barely? <DM> Or drawing enough to shoot it correctly? <Vita> Well, how big is the mannaquin? <DM> Human sized. <Vita> Oh <Vita> oh in that case a few feet back, drawing enough to shoot correctly * Sam has joined #ddi * DM sets mode: +o Sam <Sam> (yaay, power's back) <Vita> (woo!) <Apol> (welcome back! :D) <Grith> (woot) <Sam> |context 20 * Vita lets the arrow go again after the retcon of actually drawing <Vita> (but still aiming veeeeery carefully) <DM> It flies, and goes *thunk* in the mannequin. <DM> It seemed to be a bit easier to draw, but... well, you were standing very still in no adverse conditions at point blank range. <Vita> Right, right * Vita pulls the arrow out, shrugs <Vita> "Well, I'll be keeping these around at the least: <Sam> (...aaand just in time for having to split attention with work.) <DM> (heh) <Vita> "I'll load them on Pup before we leave this place" * Vita pets Pup fondly * Ian looks up. <Ian> (erp, wrong client) * Foster looks up. <Foster> "If you wish to go wander around Threecrown to pass the time, it's quite easy to come and go." <Vita> "Oh, it is? I think I would like that." <Vita> "What about you Sam, Apol?" <Foster> "Speak to Gray in the control room, and they'll teleport you there." <Foster> "Coming back follows much the same process, with more ducking into an alley so nobody sees you vanish. <Apol> "Ok! I want to find Fordran... or, actually let me ask Gray." <Apol> "How do we talk to Gray when we are out there?" <Vita> "I'll go with you to find Fordran." <Foster> "When I went out, they contacted me when my business was finished." * Apol nods. <Foster> "I'm sure you can arrange something." * Apol looks for Gray. <Vita> "Ok." <DM> You find several working next door in the workroom * Vita waves Pup along and goes to the control room <Vita> "So how do we get to Threecorwn? * Sam follows. Yet again. * Foster , suddenly alone, returns to his work. <Vita> (crown, even) <Apol> "Gray, where is Fordran? And do you know how to make this work?" *shows a piece of parchment to Gray* <DM> (Gray) "Fordran is in Threecrown. We can teleport you there if you wish." <DM> (Gray) "That is something I don't entirely understand about quintessence and the effects of chronal energies on living matter." <Vita> "I would like to teleport there. How do we get back?" <DM> (Gray) "We have some quintessence in the workroom, if you wish to examine it." <DM> (Gray, to Vita) "We will be watching." <Apol> "Quintessence... Vita, I think I need to stay and work on this. If you find Fordran, please tell him I may need some of his healing." * Vita looks slightly scared <Vita> "Ok...I think" <Vita> "Oh" <Vita> "Actually, Apol, I could help you out." <Vita> "Well, a little at least" <Apol> "Ok! Anything helps. Those weapons hurt sometimes." * Vita takes out a little leaf or something for effect and crumbles it on top of Apol <Vita> (Audrey tries to figure out her caster level) <Vita> |roll d8+4 <tafal> 12 | [d8=8] [+4=4] (Vita) <Vita> "Did that help, Apol? I haven't really done this much..." <Apol> "Yes, that felt tingly." <Apol> "Thank you, Vita!" *hugs Vita's head* * Vita gently puts a hand on Apol's back and applies slight pressure <Vita> "Sure! Welcome." <Vita> "Now... could I be taken to Threecrown?" (she addresses the Gray(s)) <Apol> (Apol stays behind) * Sam has quit IRC (Read error: Connection reset by peer) <Vita> (Evidently so does Sam) <Vita> (unless we want to have him follow along) <Vita> "I think Sam is coming too" * Vita looks to the Grays for some signal or place for her and Sam to go <Vita> (Sam and her) <DM> The robed figure gestures to the top of the central dias. <DM> When the two of you ascend to the top, there is a brief flash of light. <DM> One voluntarily failed Will save later, you find yourselves in a dark alley. * Vita looks around <Vita> (What time of day is it?) <DM> Peeking out of the alleyway, from the sun's position, it's about noon * Vita mutters to herself "Sun!" <Vita> (Oh, I probably brought Pup too) <DM> (yeah, figured) * Vita tries to wander nonchalantly out of the alley <Vita> "I wonder where Fordran and Erias would be" <DM> Grith comes trundling into the vault, without his armor, but still carrying Shara. <Vita> (Actually, before I do that I look for footprints that might be Fordran and Erias's) <Grith> ("Trundle." That works. :) <Grith> "Hi, Apol." He waves to her cheerily. <DM> Grith: Many of the items here are now Tiny, a few are Small. <Grith> (Oh, those crazy gnomes) * Foster is sitting up against a wall, staring intently at a pile of items. <Apol> "Hi, Grith!" *Apol had come back to the Vault was has been looking at other pieces of weaponry* * Grith eyes Foster curiously but decides against disturbing him for now. <Grith> "Made any progress?" <Apol> "Oh, yes. Lots! I've tried these chains, and this sword, and these daggers, and those robes, and that morning star ripped a hole in that big doll, and *blah blah blah blah blah*" * Apol takes a breath after all that talking. * Foster looks up "Yes, a fair bit. I'll give a full report once I've finished up for the day." * Vita goes straight out the alley, right, and enters the Sandpiper, after telling Pup to wait outside * Grith starts to laugh, then jerks his head around with a start to eye Foster, "Er... good." * Grith looks at Apol, "Sword? Which one?" <Apol> "I tried the skull-hilted black greatsword, but it made me feel sick.. like something was trying to take my miirik away." <Grith> "Hmmm..." * Grith goes to the greatsword, if he can, and picks it up. <Apol> "No, wait!" * Apol flies around Grith with worry. <DM> Grith, are you Good aligned? <Grith> (Yuh.) <DM> As he picks up the greatsword, it glows a deep purple. * Grith bellows and drops the sword hurriedly. <Grith> "BLOODY!" <Apol> "Are you ok?" <Apol> "Did it make you feel sick, too?" * Grith nods, looking a little quasy, "Yeah... but... it feels better now." <Grith> (queasy) * Grith wipes his hand on his leggings with a distasteful look. <Grith> "I thought Vita was with you?" * Apol flies to the tiny cloaks and grabs one of the dark gray ones. Apol flies back to Grith and put it on his back, like a scrap of cloth on a wall. <Apol> "Here try this on. Vita and Sam went to Threecrown to look for Fordran and Erias." * Grith watches Apol fly about with a little smile, then inspects the cloak she's dropped on him curiously, "What's this?" <DM> It grows to fit you <Apol> "I hope it makes you feel better." * Sam has joined #ddi * DM sets mode: +o Sam <Sam> (power very unstable.) * Sam shakes tiny fist, etc. <DM> The cloak makes you feel a bit more agile, tough, and resolute, Grith. <Vita> (by the way, you're in Threecrown with me, Sam. We're in an inn where there might be Knights associated with Fordran and Erias) * Grith snugs the cloak around himself, "Hmmm... this is good. It makes me feel a little like that helmet did." <Fordran> (raise your hand if your class is NOT Cha-based) <Foster> (ooh, ooh) <Sam> (yo.) <Grith> (*raises hand*) <Foster> (though honestly, I wouldn't say *no* to cha) <Grith> (Str and Con, kthx. Maybe some Wis, plz. zomg~) <Erias> (raise your hand if your class doesn't grant Divine Grace.) <Foster> (what I need to figure out is how to get *int* to saves. :P) <Erias> (or charisma to charisma *and* charisma to saves.) <DM> (Force of Personality is Charisma to Will instead of Wisdom) <DM> (It's in Complete Arcane) <Grith> (Ooh, ooh! Can I add Str to my saves?) <DM> Nope! <Apol> (Ohh can I add CON.. oh wait...) <DM> If you take 3 levels of Paladin while you're a Warforged, you can get Con to all saves. <Grith> "I certainly could use it." * Grith fingers the cloak for a bit, "Did anyone else want it?" <Apol> "No one else has tried it but me." <DM> Well, considering that there are only 3 of you in the room, and one of you is too busy to talk... <Apol> "There are some other fun things. This cloak shoots webs!" <Apol> "And this robe has a boat on it!" <Foster> (There are several other cloaks like it on the rack, as well) <DM> 2 like the one Grith is wearing, particularly <Grith> "Shoots webs? Like... a spider? <Grith> " * Grith blinks, then sputters, "The -robe- has a -boat- in it?" <DM> (Apol said "on") <Grith> s/in/on <Apol> "Yes, like a spider. The web is pretty tasty too. *just like silk!* The robe has a boat on it, and a window, too." <Apol> "And a mule." <Apol> "I wonder what this greataxe does?" * Apol picks up the greataxe and swings it slightly <Grith> "Probably cuts things in half." <Grith> "Like Shara." <Grith> "Good ol' Shara." He reaches back to pat the hilt sticking up over his shoulder. <Apol> "You're probably right. This axe does have magic though." * Apol puts down the axe and pulls out the monocle. <Apol> "What does Shara do?" * Apol looks at Shara with the monocle. <Grith> "Cuts things in half." <Grith> "And I can power it to cut things in half even better." <Apol> "hmm hmmm. That is strange." * Grith blinks curiously, "It is?" <Apol> "Shara is not shiny but it is going in and out." <Grith> "Going in and out?" * Grith looks confused. "What's that mean?" <Apol> "Like sunlight though a fog, sometimes you can see it and sometimes you can't." <Grith> "Oh." He clearly doesn't see. * Apol tries the other bastard sword. <DM> Apol's eyes pop wide open, and begins snarling <DM> Apol tries to swing the sword at Grith, but is completely incapable of wielding something four times its size, eventually dropping it. <DM> Apol blinks in confusion. <Grith> "Uh..." <Apol> "What did that do?" <Apol> "Let me try that again." *reaches for the bastard sword* * Grith seems unfazed, but worried about Apol, "You... got... mean. Ya looked like y'were trying to run me through with it." <Grith> "I don't think you should..." <Apol> "Oh... hmm. Is that what mean feels like?" * Apol puts down the sword. <DM> Ok, wrapping up early tonight. * Grith shakes his head, trying not to grin, "I prob'ly shouldn't try that one 'til we know what it does." <Foster> (alright) <DM> Ok, divvy up some of the loot now, in character. * Vita wanders back to the Vault <Fordran> (ninja everything) <Vita> "Good morning Grith." <Grith> "Good mornin', Vita. Er... is it mornin'?" <Apol> (Start asking what stuff does) <DM> Sam and Fordran follow close behind. <Apol> "Hi!" * Fordran wanders back in. <Erias> (sorry, gotta get going, guys. take care) <Sam> "Hello again." <Grith> (G'night, Colin.) <Vita> "Actually, it's not. But I haven't seen you yet today." * Grith nods to Fordran and Sam, "'ello." <DM> Geo: Doesn't mean you can't claim the same stuff (re: need/greed :P) <Fordran> (these all sound like great hunter items~) * Foster looks up from the pile in front of him. <DM> (Rogues have it tough) <Fordran> (/lol) <Apol> (hahahahha) <DM> (Shamans can use Full Plate, right?) <Grith> "You went to town today?" He looks back and forth between Fordran, Sam, and Vita. <Fordran> "How's it going, Foster? Any progress?" <Grith> (Druids can use full plate, right?) <Apol> "Can I have these robes?" *points to 2 blue robes that Apol has been saying has all kinds of stuff on them* <Fordran> "Yeah. We got to meet more of Erias' company." <Vita> "Yep. We found a whole buttlo...bunch of Knights" * Erias has quit IRC (Quit: Like VS.net's GUI? Then try HydraIRC -> http://www.hydrairc.com <-) <Foster> "Yes, a fair bit. How was your chat with the Radiant Knights?" <DM> (I was up to 6 independent windows tonight! It hurt!) <Grith> "Knights? Knights like Erias?" <Fordran> "Well... here's a quick summary." <Grith> (Poor bastard. ...thanks!) <Fordran> "They haven't chosen to destroy Yawin." <Fordran> "They're not sure what to do about him, yet." * Grith glowers, "Good." <Vita> (Quick question: can one wear a leather vest under armor?) <Foster> "That's good. I'd probably object to that." <Fordran> (yes) <Grith> "How about... let him fight his battle? Maybe help him?" <Foster> (Yes, vest/vestment and robe/armor are separate slots) <Fordran> "We talked about the new Church in town. The leader of the Knights, Sir Lucidus Kryschar, has decided to consult with the town government and seek permission to..." * Fordran looks a little uncomfortable. <Grith> "To...?" <Fordran> "...assault the church, after the last congregation is over." * Grith blinks. Twice. <Grith> "The church of Pelor?!" <Fordran> "I have been invited along, as are all of you, if you are willing to come with us." <Apol> "Are they looking for the altar?" <Fordran> "It is not a church associated with Pelor, Grith." <Foster> "Excellent. I don't trust that Mozwell guy further than I can throw him." <Grith> "Oh. Ohhh... that -other- church." * Vita look at Foster "Same. And I can't throw as far as you!" <Fordran> (there is only the one church in 3crown) <Grith> "Need my help?" He reaches up to pat Shara's hilt again. * Fordran nods. <Apol> (Grith hasn't been out much has he?) * Vita idly picks up a dark green cloak <Grith> (He doesn't know the area all that well, no. :P) <Vita> "I like the color of this one." * Apol whispers to Vita, "It's good for hiding!" <Fordran> "Perhaps with the Knights creating enough of a distraction we can find out what's going on in that room you found, Apol." * Vita whispers back "I like hiding!" <Grith> "Room?" <DM> Foster explains this batch of identified items: <Apol> "There is a room in the church where the Subdeacon was praying to something. Gray says it was the not-deity." <Foster> (Conviniently, I already typed all of the item descriptions up during the week) <Vita> (Yay! Thanks!) <Grith> "The one trying to ascend?" <Foster> "Presumably." * Grith scratches his head. <Foster> "In any case, after our previous antics by the sewer entrance, I suspect that they will be more on guard than before." <DM> Item: A gree robe with vine patterns <DM> Foster: "This enhances shapeshifting abilities granted by the gods of nature. Doesn't seem particularly useful to any of us." <DM> Item: An off-white robe with lighting motif <DM> Foster: "This robe hardens the air around it into an armorlike shell. The other 3 on the rack seem about the same in strength." <DM> Item: A purple tower shield <DM> Foster: "This shield defends against the attacks of incorporeal creatures, and can float in front of the wielder upon command, leaving your hands free for other things." <DM> Item: A simple steel light mace <DM> Foster: "This mace has several enchantments focused on damaging undead. The Pelorites should love it. Well, probably not Yawin." <DM> Item: a silver tiara <DM> (Apol's) <DM> Foster: "This tiara fortifies one's awareness, both of one's self and one's surroundings." <DM> Item: a cerulean chain shirt <DM> Foster: "Made of mithral, and designed to allow mental communication with wearers of similarly enchanted armor. Not very useful on its own." <DM> Item: a jeweled morning star <DM> Foster: "This item is fairly strange. When thrown, it flies a fair distance, passing through anything between it and its endpoint." <DM> Item: a black composite longbow <DM> Foster: "This bow has a fairly strong pull, and significant magical enhancement, as well." <DM> Item: a studded heavy leather belt <DM> Foster: "This belt causes the wielder to take on the basic characteristics of dwarves, including hardiness, the ability to see in the dark, and general unsociability where non-dwarves are concerned." <DM> fin <Fordran> (was the morningstar ID'd?) <DM> All of this is <DM> Lemme toss this up on the web <DM> (the realstats) <Vita> "Well, unless anyone has a major objection I have this strange feeling I'll want the longbow." <Grith> "No thanks. Wouldn't know what to do with it." * Grith smiles down at Vita jovially. * Apol Apol remembers something, "Oh Gray said that the teleport beacon was in the altar room, not the non-deity... but the non-deity could be there anyway." <Foster> "As far as items go, of what I've identified, I'm really only interested in the shield ring from before, and the Belt of Dwarfishness." <Fordran> "I think I would like the light mace. It seems in tune with Pelor's wishes." * Vita looks at Foster <Fordran> (so 1 set 1 bop?) <Grith> "Ya don't want the floatin' tower shield? Seems useful for ya t'me, Foster. <Vita> "You want to be... a dwarf?" <Vita> "This cloak would be useful to me if I ever get out into a forest again." <Foster> "Well. Seeing in the dark and being resistant to poison are both handy. I can live with the disadvantages." <Grith> "You want to be a dwarf?!" <DM> http://www.goblinjesus.com/rwang/ID_day_2.html <DM> (Devo: The Tower shield requires Tower Shield proficiency) <DM> (Which, AFAIK, only Erias has) <Vita> "Well, at least I won't be the only short person around... although probably still the shortest." <Foster> "The belt doesn't actually turn you into a dwarf." <Vita> "Oh. Well, nuts!" <Foster> "It just magically imbues the wearer with dwarven resistances and whatnot." <Vita> "Should we take turns telling the others what we want?" <Grith> "I think I might like the tower shield, since it'd leave my hands free for Shara." He reaches up to pat the sword's hilt. <DM> (Devo: Grith does not have Tower Shield proficiency) <Foster> "I would say that you should simply speak up if you're interested in something." <Grith> "'cept I probably wouldn't know how to use it..." <Vita> (Otherwise this is going to end up being a mess) * Grith heaves a rumbling sigh. * Grith then says quietly to himself, "Sure woulda been nice, though..." <Foster> (If you *like* -9 armor check penalties to everything you do, feel free to it~) <Sam> "The robe seems quite interesting, if rather gaudy." <Foster> "There are some bracers which seem to serve the same function that I have yet to properly analyze." <Grith> "I'd like that crystal helmet. It might help keep my enemies -out- of my head in the future." <Foster> "If nothing else, they are significantly more subtle." <Vita> Ok, I'm interested in the Bow, these random arrows, the Chain shirt (lighter than mine and fewer penalties), the green cloak, and the vest if no one else wants it... although I bet someone else will * Grith gives a disgruntled grunt. <Apol> (there are 3 vests) <Grith> "I'd rather not get the urge to stab Fordran in the back for no good reason again." <Sam> (leather vests which improve saves?) <Fordran> "Wait, what urge?" <Vita> (yeah, that one) <DM> (1 leather vest that improves saves, 2 more cloaks that do the same thing) * Grith gives Fordran a sheepish look, "Gray... got in my head. Made me... do things. Something broke his hold on me, though." <Fordran> "...Ah." <DM> (the cloaks weren't ID'd, this is Apol's findings) * Fordran looks uncomfortable. <Sam> "The leather vest also interests me." <Foster> "I recognized what Gray did and counteracted it as quickly as I could." <Grith> "Me too." * Vita could deal with a cloak, although OOC if they are only +1 that's the same as her current cloak... which is why she was interested in the vest <DM> They don't stack <Vita> "Go ahead then Sam, it's not that useful to me" <Fordran> "Is anyone interested in the chainmail? Otherwise I would like to have that." <Vita> I know, I was hoping to still have bonuses when I switch to the hide-y cloak <Vita> ah well <DM> Oh I see <DM> You could give Sam your cloak, unless he already also had a cloak. <Sam> (no cloak here) <Grith> (Grith wants the vest too.) <Foster> (The mask is insight, and the vest/cloak are resistance) <DM> Does grith also have a cloak? <Sam> (say, i bet we could haggle this so vita gets an upgrade and sam gets a cloak.) <DM> The vest does the same thing as two of the cloaks <Vita> yeah, but Sam probably could benefit from the +2 more anyway, what with the whole actually being in the middle of battle here <Grith> (Nothing there yet, no.) <DM> What +2? <Vita> Oh, two of the cloaks are +2? <Grith> (Then he'll take a cloak. And the helmet, plz.) <DM> Who said +2? <Vita> The vest's +2 <DM> Oh. That. <DM> Yes. <Vita> According to the page. <DM> Right, thought we were talking about the cloaks again. <DM> Nevermind. <Vita> Well you said the cloaks were the same as the vest. Are they? <DM> They're similar. * Foster will have them IDed in the next few days. <DM> So, go about your business, I'm not adjudicating. <Vita> "similar?" <Vita> whatever, anyway, Vita is fine with giving the vest to Sam <Grith> "Foster... I'll wrestle ya fer the belt." <DM> They haven't been ID'd. <Foster> "If you would care to wait before dividing up the cloaks and vest, I'll be able to give you concrete comparisons of effectiveness." <Vita> "That works." * Vita looks at Grith <Foster> "Grith: If I may use a proxy, then certainly." * Grith just chuckles. <Vita> "That *hardly* seems fair." <Grith> "Who said anything about fair?" He grins at Vita, then shrugs. * Foster laughs. * Fordran examines the jewelled morningstar. <Foster> "If you feel like testing it out by throwing it, please aim away from people." <Sam> "Is anyone else trained in staff-fighting?" <Fordran> "Ah. I'd best not. I'm really not good at throwing." <Foster> "I can use them, but I'm hardly a melee combatant." * Vita bundles the green hide cloak into her bag for future use, stows the longbow on her back and puts the shortbow and nifty arrows away on Pup for now, and switches armor * Fordran picks up the light steel mace, tests its balance. * Vita is removing herself from further stuff until cloaks are well-IDed <DM> The big black bow does not shrink by the way. <Vita> wait what? <DM> Perhaps you can talk to Gray about it. <Vita> I thought the weapons did shrink <Vita> Shoot. <DM> Magic armor and worn items shrink <Fordran> "No one else wants this mace? All right then." * Vita wanders over to Gray <DM> Ok, you find one. * Fordran removes his heavy mace from its storage place on his belt and replaces it. <Vita> "Hey, Gray, can this be shrunk to size?" * Vita grins <Fordran> ([Sacred Light Mace of Disruption]) <DM> (Gray) "... Let me get back to you on that. How soon?" * Foster instructs Fordran in the proper activation of the mace. <Vita> "Well, preferably by tonight, but if that doesn't work just sometime in the nearish future would work too." <DM> He nods, takes it into the workshop. * Vita goes and puts her old bow on <DM> Fordran: On command word, the light mace is sheathed in positive energy. <DM> (See: Libris Mortis) <DM> Fordran wanted the chainmail from Day 1? And Grith was torn about it, IIRC <Grith> (Yeah, Grith was torn about it.) <Foster> Ah, right. <DM> I take it that no one wants the adamantine splint, so Erias takes it. <Fordran> (actually, i just realized that i have Zen Archery. i COULD throw that mace with some ability) <Fordran> (er morningstar) <Foster> (Was Grith actually serious about wrestling for the belt? :P) <DM> Sure, since no one seems to want it <Vita> "Oh, Foster, at some point this Dark Green cloak that Apol says is good for hiding should probably be fully identified, but it's *REALLY* not urgent" <Apol> (You just need Gauntlets of Power then you can use it just like Mjollner) <Foster> "Certainly." <DM> No one besides Vita wanted the Cerulean Chain Shirt? <Grith> (half serious) <Grith> (I -am- Gauntlets of Power) <Apol> (Good thing none of you want the dragon scale, otherwise Apol will have to have words with you :p) <Grith> (It's only -copper-) <Apol> (GRRR) <Fordran> (oh, crap, i thought that cerulean was chainmail) <Fordran> (nm me) <Foster> "If you truly wish to wrestle for the belt, Grith, then I will be ready in the morning." <DM> (Use the pipes!) <Grith> "I'd like better armor, but that splint mail that Erias likes so much is too heavy. It slows me down." <Foster> (the chainmail from the first ID session was way cooler, honestly) * Vita looks at Grith <Vita> "Uh... do you want this?" <Foster> "There is still much to identify." * Vita tosses him the Chain Shirt <Grith> (Is it the "psychic" chain shirt?) * Vita puts her armor back on <Vita> (Yes) <Fordran> (oh i WAS thinking of the silvered chainmail) <Fordran> (stupid chain) * Sam is somewhat afraid of the rest of the pile of shiny items. <Foster> "If you're interested in a particular item, let me know, and I will fit it into my schedule." <Grith> (So was I, Geordan.) <DM> Ok, so Vita gets the Cerulean Chain Shirt <Vita> "I'd like this shirt, but we could flip for it or something" * Grith takes the armor, inspects it, then shakes his head, "No, my breastplate gives better protection for now. But only barely." <Vita> "Ok." * Grith offers it back to Vita. * Vita keeps playing "dress-up gnome" <DM> They're just doing it to watch you strip. * Foster fishes around on a shelf, picks up the weird ring and puts it on. <Grith> (If she liked that chain shirt... why wouldn't she want the other?) <DM> Armor Check penalty <Grith> (Gnome pr0n) <DM> It affects stealth <Grith> (ahhhh) <Foster> (Silvered chain from the first batch is chainmail, not chain shirt) <Grith> (Right right. Got it.) <Vita> And affects Dex bonus * Fordran picks up the morningstar again. "Actually, I am intrigued by this. Is there a safe place for me to see what it does?" <Fordran> (if only it were Returning) <Foster> "As long as you aim it away from people, it should be fine. We can probably clear a path towards the mannequins." <Fordran> "The manne... oh." * Vita clears <Foster> My list of currently unclaimed things: Bracers of Armor +2, 0 charge staff of abjurations, Headband of Intellect +2, Red crystal full plate, animated tower shield (probably Erias), Headband of Charisma and Wisdom +2. <Foster> Pending further identification: Vest of Fortitude +2, Assorted resistance cloaks. <Foster> er. <Grith> (Maybe I should just take the speed hit and go for that full plate. Why doesn't anyone else want that, anyways?) <Foster> that should be "vest of resistance +2" I think * Vita is all about the headband if Apol doesn't have it on, but I thought she did for some reason <Foster> my notes were weird. <DM> Grith: Erias does, but only if no one else does. * Fordran expresses mild interest in the headband, but will defer to others. <Apol> Apol has the Headband of Intellect on * Fordran trusts in his faith. * Vita also expresses mild interest in the Headband * Vita looks at Fordran and shrugs <DM> Why would Vita want the headband of intellect anyway? <Foster> (There are two. Intellect, and Cha/Wis) <Vita> not the Intellect, the Cha/Wis <DM> Ah. <Vita> (for the Wis) <DM> That's in Apol's pouch. <DM> That was Apol's looting of the statue room. <Vita> right. <Grith> (I though Erias wanted the splint mail...) <Foster> Pending more discussion/random contests of strength: Belt of Dwarvenkind, silvered chainmail. <DM> Grith: What full plate? <Apol> Apol is also wearing the +4 Cha cloak just to as not to blow up anymore while UMDing <Apol> But that cloak is up for grabs <DM> Oh. <Grith> (The red crystal full plate) <DM> I have no idea. <Foster> (Erias is the only person I have down as having laid a claim on the cloak, given Fordran's stated deferral) <Vita> "Apol, is the headband you got from the statue up for grabs? And does anyone else want it besides Fordran and me?" <DM> Erias also stated deferral. <Apol> "You mean this tiara?" <Grith> (I still think Erias should get the tiara. I mean... it's actually useful to him. Heh.) <DM> (It's actually useful to Fordran too) <Vita> (I... I get wisdom spells... but yeah, probably more useful for Fordran) * Fordran feels that he has taken all that he needs. <Vita> "Fordran, if you were wearing this would you be able to heal party members better?" <Fordran> "I already have this mace. What remains should go to whoever will benefit from it the most." <DM> Technically, I don't think anyone knows about Apol's tiara. <DM> Since it's been in Apol's bag this whole time. <Grith> (I'm just tickled that the tiara is something that could actually help Erias. The mental image is just too funny.) <Fordran> (not answering for retcon purposes) <DM> So, moving along. <Vita> It's on today's list <Foster> R: Theoretically, since I IDed the tiara, I would have procured it from Apol. ;p <DM> And given it back, right? <DM> You had asked Apol if you could see it to ID <Vita> Right, which is why above I asked Apol about it <Foster> That's questionable. We've had weird time flow,given that this 'day' has taken place over several sessions. <Foster> In any case, we may as well move on, since we're waiting to hear on Erias input on it. <Grith> "If I wear any of these armors other than the chain, I lose access to some of my... er, power." <DM> Colin wouldn't ask for it, or press the issue. <Foster> True enough. <DM> I think it's safe to say his response is a given. <Fordran> "Ah. Then I don't think I require the chainmail that badly. I trust in Pelor." * Vita will wait for Fordran's response * Fordran isn't responding, because you don't know about the tiara. <Vita> (Oh, ok, sorry, confused, retcon, none of it happened) <Foster> (except we've already established that you do know about the tiara.) <Fordran> (we what.) <DM> Oy. <Fordran> (DM, do we know about the tiara?) <Grith> "Well... would either of the other suits of armor help you? I know Erias was interested in the splintmail." He shrugs. <DM> How about we table this isseu. <DM> And come back to it at a later date. <Vita> (It was on today's list that Foster gave us, I thought, hence asking, but whatever it's not that important) <Fordran> "I cannot wear the heavier armors; they're too bulky for me." * Vita tables the tiara * Vita sits under the table <Grith> "So we have the same problem." * Grith frowns and looks thoughtful for a while. <Fordran> (let's take this offline and DM will take an action item to synergize it at a later date.) * Foster shrugs. It was IDed today, I mentioned it in my list of descriptions, as well as the fact that Apol has it currently. If people want to ask after it, ball's in their court. <Apol> (general answer will be "you can borrow it." once it is determined.) <DM> Right. Nobody wants the Tower Shield? <DM> Erias gets it. <Sam> (okay, i think i'm officially too distracted by work.) <Foster> That's a safe call. <Sam> (sam wants in on the vest/cloak haggle, but past that, nothing else much.) <DM> Anybody contesting the shield ring? <Sam> (idling now.) * Vita is not * Fordran has his Trusty Buckler. <Grith> (The shield ring still requires a free hand, yes?) * Foster idly turns the shield on and off. <DM> No. <DM> It requires no effort on the part of the wearer * Fordran notes that he has a free shot at the mannequins, and takes it. <Apol> (there are also at least 2 other kinds of light shields that have not been played with or ID'd) <Foster> "Can by wielded by the wearer as if it were a heavy shield" <Fordran> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 28 | [d20=18] [+10=10] (Fordran) <Foster> (No ASF or encumberance, but I don't think it stacks with 2-handers) <Grith> (Yeah, what Ian said. That's why I never contested it.) <DM> It hits and tears a hole through the first mannequin, then does the same to the next one. * Fordran looks surprised. <Fordran> "...Wow." <DM> It bounces off the wall, and comes to rest on the ground. <Foster> "It's rather impressive, yes." <Fordran> "Of course, now is when our adversaries pick it up, and hurl it right back at us. I'm not sure I like that idea..." <Foster> "True enough." * Fordran walks over to the morningstar and retrieves it. * Grith chuckles. <Foster> "Perhaps it is best to simply leave it where we found it." <Fordran> "A fine idea." <DM> Anyone contesting the Mindarmor Helmet? <Foster> Not I. * Fordran shrugs. <Grith> "Fordran... take the chainmail. Use it ta stay alive so that when I fall, you and, er... Pelor can bring me back into the battle?" <Fordran> "Are you certain? That very same mail can protect you from taking the damage I would be repairing." <Apol> "Foster, what does all the stuff in the workroom do?" <Vita> "But that way if someone other than Grith is down, you can also repair them. I think I'd agree with Grith, here." * Grith shrugs, nods. <Fordran> "If you insist. But I'll defer to you, Grith. I can always call upon Pelor to protect me." <Fordran> (well, no, i can't, because i didn't take Magic Vestment, but who's counting) <Grith> "Can you do both? Will Pelor -and- the armor protect you?" <Fordran> "...I suppose so." <Foster> "Ah. Yes. There are some healing potions of various varieties, a set of mithral scale mail that improves the wearer's hiding, sneaking, and speed." <Foster> "After that... things get a bit stranger." <Grith> "Then it's yours." * Fordran bows to Grith. <Fordran> "Pelor willing, I shall put it to its best use." <DM> Fordran is Glamourous <Fordran> ([+2 Glamered mithral chainmail of Light Fortification]) <Foster> "There are lenses that increase one's field of vision, another set that provides selective magnification to aid in close examination. There's a gauntlet that is apparently somehow related to Grith's predecessor, and is designed to increase the wearer's strength, if I'm reading the notes that Gray gave me correctly." * Grith nods uncomfortably, "Yeh just... right. Good." <Grith> "My predecessor? Strength?! Can I try them on?" <Foster> "There are also some odd items that bear further testing before I can accurately describe them." <Foster> "It's only one gauntlet, however, I don't know that there will be an issue with it. I'll go get it." * Foster wanders into the workroom and picks up the gauntlet, saying "I believe this may be of use to us, though only proper testing will make certain of it." <DM> None of them stops you. * Foster heads back to the armory and hands it to Grith. * Grith takes it and slips it on. <DM> It's made of curiously interlocking gray crystal. <DM> It enlarges as you try to get your right hand into it. <Grith> (Crystal's good. We like crystal.) <DM> You don't feel any different. * Grith oohs softly. <Grith> "Hmm." <Grith> "Nothin' so far." * Grith looks around for something heavy to try and lift. <Fordran> "Maybe you need a pair." <DM> Well, the full plate is probably pretty heavy. <Foster> "I should be able to identify within the next couple of days, if there remains a question as to its function. The notes were not particularly clear as to its intended purpose." * Grith walks over to Vita, "Er... sorry, Miss Vita, but I know about what it takes ta pick ya up. Mind if I pick ya up again?" <Apol> "What the other glove with the statue?" * Grith looks very sheepish. <Apol> (What= Was) <Vita> "As long as you're careful..." <DM> (No) * Grith crouches down and picks her up in a now-familiar routine. <DM> She feels the same. * Grith sets her back down gingerly. "No change." <Foster> "According to what I know, this gauntlet was part of a set of armor, most of which was destroyed in testing." * Grith tries to remove the gauntlet. <Grith> "Wow. A whole set?" <Vita> "It... it felt a little different" <DM> It comes off, and stays the same size. * Grith blinks at Vita, "It did?" <Vita> "Were you holding me harder?" * Grith blinks, "I, er... I don't think so." <Grith> "Was I?" <Foster> "Intruiging." <Grith> "What's... what?" * Grith scratches his head. <Foster> "You, ah, might want to be careful with that, since you don't seem to notice any changes." <Foster> "I'd hate to watch you accidentally break your head or something." <DM> A robed figure comes in and walks up to Vita, holding a pint-sized black longbow, with a metal cylinder attached to it. * Grith looks around the room for a target while pulling the gauntlet back on. He walks over to a mannequin, cocks the gauntleted fist, then gives it a good right hook. <DM> (Gray) "We found something we use to shrink unruly captives... It uh... should work, just keep it attached." <Grith> (it=the mannequin) <DM> You hit it about as hard as normal. <Grith> "Hmm." <Grith> "Seems the same to me..." <Foster> "Perhaps you should try grabbing it." * Grith eyes Foster, then shrugs and gets a grip on the mannequin, "Now what?" <DM> The shoulder splinters and cracks off at your "gentle touch." * Vita shudders * Vita thanks the Gray * Grith blinks, "Ehhhhhhh..." <Foster> "Definitely something to be careful about." <Grith> "I don't see much use for it. If it doesn't help me swing harder or move more... what do I need it for?" <Foster> "True enough." <Grith> "I'm not givin' up Shara in favor of squeezin' my enemies t'death." * Grith grins, then takes off the gauntlet and offers it to Foster, "Let 'em see if they c'n... I dunno... fix it er somethin'." <Foster> "Worth trying, anyhow." * Grith nods. <Apol> "Can I try it?" * Foster hands Apol the gauntlet. <DM> It shrinks down into a tiny crystal claw. * Grith chuckles at the bizarreness of a Grith-hand size gauntlet suddenly fitting on Apol. <Fordran> (hey, i just realized i don't get to use my W.Focus with this new mace. oh well) <DM> (You can use your normal one too...) <Grith> (All these tradeoffs are making my head hurt!) <Foster> (It's... a significant upgrade, unless your previous mace was totally awesome) * Apol looks at the gauntlet a little. <Fordran> (yeah, it's not worth carrying Old Mace for) <Fordran> (+1 dmg, or... WTFPWN undead) <DM> (+1 atk, I think. Unless you had Weapon Spec. Which is +2 damage) * Apol hands the gauntley back to Foster. <Grith> "Whaddya think, Apol?" <Foster> "Hm. I wonder..." <Fordran> (er yeah, atk. always confoose those) * Foster puts the gauntlet on. <DM> It grows back to human size. <Foster> "Grith, would you care to wrestle for that belt now?" <Apol> "Not sure how it can help unless you like to hug people hard." * Grith grunts at Foster. "No..." <Fordran> "Isn't that what wrestling is? Hugging really hard?" <Grith> "Gray!" <Foster> "In general." * Grith turns, looking for one. <DM> A hooded figure enters from the workroom. <Foster> (You realize that Grith just turned down the challenge of a 5'4" noodle-limbed weakling, right?) <Grith> "D'ya have tha means of makin' our old equipment better? Like... my old breastplate?" <Grith> (Yes. Punk bitch.) <DM> "Yes. How long do you have?" <Fordran> "That's a good question. I'd hate to desert this old mace of mine. It's accompanied me on many adventures." <Grith> "How long d'you need?" <Foster> "I'm not entirely certain of our time constraints. We should probably keep things to a week or two, at most." * Grith nods, "A week or two, at most." <DM> "On average? An enhancement modification from weakest up one tier takes 3 weeks." * Grith grunts. <DM> "From non-enhanced to the weakest tier, 1 to 2 weeks." <DM> "Higher than that... could take months." <Foster> (Right. I need to get to sleep. We can figure out the belt sometime in the future." <Apol> (Ok I have to go now, I have to get up early to continue work.) <Grith> (What level is his breastplate at?) <Apol> (good night) <Grith> (Good night, Fiona.) <Foster> (later all) <Vita> g'night <Grith> (Night, Ian.) <Fordran> (nite) <DM> Ok, let's wrap here <DM> add your loot to you character sheet * Fordran ninjaloots the rest. <Fordran> (already done) <DM> I'll update the pages to reflect new owners ----- Erias, Fordran and Yawin in Threecrown <DM> Lucidus stares out of the window for a few moments. <DM> (Lucidus) "Dismissed. Lady Aserin, Werner, Malef, you stay." * Erias turns to go. (phone) <Erias> (back) <DM> The other knights get to their feet, and wait for you three to clear the doorway. * Fordran looks to Erias for guidance. <Fordran> "Shall I leave as well?" <Fordran> (party split! party split!) * Erias pauses when he hears that. * Erias also pauses if it doesn't look like Yawin is leaving. His reaction was reflexive in response to "dismissed". <DM> Yawin looks confused, but is waiting to file out with the rest of you. * Erias waits for Yawin and Fordran to go, and continues out after them. * Fordran hesitates for a moment, then turns to the door. <DM> The men file out past you three; some of them nod to Erias and Yawin as they pass, a couple avoid looking at you. <Fordran> /awkward <Erias> /yeah <DM> One of the three enormous "triplets," Ordul, claps Yawin on the shoulder as he passes. <DM> (Ordul) "Couldn't stay out of trouble without us, eh, Yawin?" *toothy grin* <DM> He continues off to the bar. <DM> Yawin sighs. <DM> Muted conversation begins in the private room as soon as the last knight leaves. * Erias moves away from the door. <Erias> "Well. It could have been worse." <DM> (Yawin) "He doesn't seem to want me destroyed. Yet." <Erias> "No. But I wonder about the new recruits. Did you notice that their uniforms do not quite match ours?" <DM> K: Religion. * geordan has joined #ddi2 <geordan> right. * geordan has left #ddi2 <DM> heh. <Fordran> |roll d20+10 <tafal> 27 | [d20=17] [+10=10] (Fordran) <Fordran> "I think I've heard of a certain group of Pelor's followers. The Radiant Servants, specially trained to hunt down and destroy... the undead." <Fordran> (also, they have neato healing class abilities. totally worth taking Clr1 for.) <Fordran> "They wear uniforms like that." * Erias looks a bit grim. <Erias> "I see." <Erias> "Awfully convenient that they showed up just now." <Erias> "But they did not seem immediately hostile to Yawin. Perhaps they will understand the unusual nature of this situation." * Fordran shrugs helplessly. <DM> (Yawin) "You, sent a full report, didn't you?" <Erias> "Yes, I did." <DM> (Yawin) "Maybe they're here to... help..." He trails off. * Fordran nods. <Erias> "I emphasized that I believed you were worthy of our help and not of destruction. As far as facts went, I was forthright." <Fordran> "The struggle isn't over, anyway. In a sense it hasn't really begun." <Erias> "If I were another sort of man, this would be time for a drink." * Fordran smiles a little. <DM> (Yawin) "I sure could use... nevermind." <DM> Spot checks. <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 5 | [d20=2] [+3=3] (Fordran) * Erias looks sharply at Yawin. <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 7 | [d20=5] [+2=2] (Erias) <Erias> ...but sees nothing. <Fordran> (i just noticed -- we're INSIDE!) <Erias> (but my high wisdom gave me insight! just not, you know, vision.) * Erias deals with some business. <DM> Yawin looks towards the common room and an awkward look comes over his face. <DM> (Yawin) "Excuse me a moment." <Fordran> "Um... sure." * Erias watches Yawin carefully. <DM> He walks over to Bel'ena, who has been gesturing for him to approach. <DM> She turns as he approaches, and walks up the stairs, expecting him to follow. <Erias> "The triplets are okay. Not sure how Bel will react." <Erias> (more loudly) "Yawin, don't go far. They may call us back in at any time." <DM> Yawin turns and shrugs at you helplessly, follows Bel'ena upstairs. * Erias fidgets. <Fordran> "I'm...not sure how to feel about all this." <Erias> "Do you think he should be put to rest?" * Erias does not look challenging or defensive; he is asking this mildly. * Erias does not look challenging or defensive; he is asking this mildly. <DM> A few moments after Yawin goes upstairs, Erias, you see Karl waving his large meaty hand at you to join the Knights at the table <Fordran> "...I do not know. Perhaps Pelor has a purpose for him yet." * Erias glances at the stairway briefly. <Erias> "Let's join them." * Erias gestures for Fordran to accompany him as he walks to the table. <DM> (Karl) "Erias! Introduce us to your new friend. Can he hold his drink?" * Fordran follows along. <Erias> "I've never had occasion to find out. This is Fordran." <Erias> "Fordran, these are... " <Erias> (I don't know who is at this table.) * Fordran bows. "Pelor's light shine upon you all." <Erias> "Karl, Ordul, Zachir, Torenn, and Jaim." <Erias> (probably) <DM> (yeah) <DM> Torenn and Jaim smile uncomfortably <DM> The twins grin broadly. <DM> er <DM> Triplets * Erias shrugs and pulls up some bench. <DM> They're known as that because they're all tall and broad, and come from Sun'nia <DM> No relation. * Erias keeps an eye on the stairway. <Erias> (no... relation?) <Erias> (oh, to each other.) <Fordran> (I hear that region has a delicious drink made from oranges.) <Erias> "Sorry to drag you all out here... it's been a mess, this past week." <DM> (DIE) <Fordran> (they call it "Sun'nia Delight.") * Erias tries to flag down a serving wench (or, uh, male equivalent). <Erias> (I am assuming that the others are drinking.) * Fordran sits down next to Erias. <DM> The serving woman is already bringing over a tray of mugs. <DM> She sets it down and scurries away. <Erias> "I'm not much for getting drunk today... not with Yawin in that state. But I could have a bit of ale, I suppose." * Fordran will take a mug. * Erias sips, and continues carrying the conversation. (sorry R, I know you're doing double-duty.) <DM> (Ordul) "So, Fordran, by the looks of your armor... are you a fighting man? Have you come to join us?" * Fordran almost chokes in mid-gulp. <Fordran> "Mmm... sorry... oh, I don't think I'd be much of a fighter, really." <Fordran> "Mostly I focus Pelor's light to ease the pain of others. Sometimes it's in the thick of battle, so..." * Fordran taps his breastplate. <Fordran> (nerf paladins) <Erias> "You do yourself discredit, my friend. It takes more than a strong arm to win a battle, and you've kept me standing on more than one occasion." <DM> Ordul chuckles * Fordran smiles. "It is Pelor that sustains you. I am but his instrument." <DM> (Ordul) "Tell us your adventures, Erias, tell us what evil you have fought and crushed in these past days!" <Erias> "Well! Let me just check the irc logs!" <DM> ... <DM> The fourth wall comes crashing down, crushing you flat (No Save) <Erias> (hell.) <Fordran> (Suddenly, the dungeon collapses!--More--) <DM> (It's okay, Erias can have a bad memory too- heh, geo :P) <DM> (I'm sure you remember something) <Fordran> "There was that beast in the sewers." <Erias> "Indeed, a large tentacled creature that would try to drag us under. But in the end, it was not a tremendous threat." <Erias> "Nor were the orcs that ambushed us, although they were surprisingly well-coordinated." <Erias> "The most difficult foes we have faced recently have been... men." <Erias> "It seems that is so often the case." * Fordran nods. <Fordran> "There is some evil lurking behind the face of the Church of the Blessed Orb." <DM> Torenn leans closer at this and gestures for you to lower your voice. <Erias> "Indeed. And... oh." <DM> (Torenn looks like he's perpetually worrying) * Fordran looks around at the rest of the room. * Erias glances around. <Fordran> "Oh. Sorry. Yes." <DM> (Torenn, voiced low) "We... heard something about that... We're also here to investigate that." * Fordran nods. <Fordran> "They did something to Yawin to turn him into... into what he is." <Erias> (low as well) "I see. Well, it is quite true as far as we can tell. There is some foul spirit they worship, and they sacrifice the essence of their dead to it." <Erias> (afk phone 1 sec) <Fordran> "Perhaps we can learn of some cure from them. Or, at the least, bring justice upon them for their foul deeds." <DM> Ordul, Karl, and Zachir grin widely at each other, anticipation evident in their faces. <DM> Torenn just looks grim. * Fordran looks at Erias. "Should I tell them about my dream?" <Erias> "I suppose that would be alright. We all serve the same cause, here." * Fordran does so. <DM> <insert dream sequence flashback cam> <DM> Torenn looks even more grim. <Erias> "It seems line with the idea that this church is trying to establish a false, new god, and somehow steal worshippers or power from Pelor. Which is disturbingly plausible." <Erias> ^line^in line * Erias looks at Torenn. * Fordran drinks down some ale. <DM> (Ordul) "Well, as soon as old Lucidus finishes up, let's go cleanse some unrighteous heretics!" <Erias> "Well, here's the tricky thing." <Fordran> "It won't be as easy as that. They have the support of the townsfolk." <Erias> "Some of them are pure, honest, virtuous souls who do not understand that they work for evil." <Fordran> "That's true." <Fordran> "I think a lot of followers believe that this church is an offshoot of the Church of Pelor." <Fordran> "Even their symbol has a stylized sun." <Erias> "And Fortdran is quite right. The villagers have faith in them. They might not see us as saviors." <DM> (Karl) "But they're evil, right?" <Erias> "Only the high-ranking members, I think." <Fordran> "Surely Sub-Deacon Mozwell." <Erias> "We fought three of them, and only one had an evil soul. At his command, the other two sacrificed themselves to give him strength." <Erias> "I want to walk in fully armed and armored and lay waste... and perhaps that can yet be done. But this is a complex situation." <DM> Karl grunts. <DM> (Ordul) "We could... challenge them officially on the field of battle?" * Erias takes a long drink. <Fordran> "...You can do that?" <Erias> "We can... but I am not sure of the custom here. Could they send the good men among them as their champions?" <DM> Ordul shrugs, "Why not?" <DM> Ordul frowns at that. * Fordran nods. "We need to attack the top of their hierarchy." <Erias> "It seems clear that a public confrontation of some kind is necessary, though. Subterfuge and assassination are not the way of justice." <Fordran> "You know... that room. The one that was guarded and locked, the one Apol saw Mozwell... praying... in." * Erias looks troubled. <Fordran> "If we could just find out what we are up against... then we could perhaps find a way to bring it out in the open." <Fordran> "And then the light of truth will do the rest, yes?" * Erias looks at Fordran appraisingly. <Erias> "If we could find it. If it is still there. You are right, the key is likely in that room." <DM> (Torenn) "They're not likely to let us in for a look, are thy?" <DM> s/thy/they <Fordran> "Probably not." <Erias> "Well, we may need to do some well-armed convincing. I am not against that if there is no higher authority here to appeal to." <Erias> "So I noticed we have two new... members?" <DM> (Torenn, darkly) "Kryschar isn't going to like this." <Fordran> "What other options do we have?" <DM> (Torenn, to Erias) "Oh. Oh, no. Those are Radiant Servants, come to us from Nyrond, invited by Sir Lucidus." * Fordran nods. <Erias> "Ah, I see. So they really are here for Yawin." <DM> (Torenn continues) "Not exactly. They were visiting for some other matter, but when we received your report, they insisted on coming to help." * Erias looks at the stairway again. * Erias takes another drink. <Fordran> "We need to convince the townsfolk that this new church is not good. Perhaps with the loss of follwers, this new young god will lose power..." <Erias> "A public accusation by a group of Knights of Pelor would surely have some effect." <Erias> "I'm sorry. I'll be right back." * Erias stands up. <DM> (Karl) "Heh, we sure stirred them up on the way in!" * Erias pauses in his walk around the table. "You did? What happened?" <DM> (Karl) "You should've seen the way they jumped when old Lightbringer started ordering them around, hah!" <Fordran> "I suppose a column of knights of Pelor would gain some measure of respect." <DM> Ordul laughs and downs his mug. * Erias nods and continues toward the stairs. <Fordran> "Er... platoon. I'll never remember." * Erias walks up the stairs. <DM> Listen check <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 16 | [d20=14] [+2=2] (Erias) <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 15 | [d20=12] [+3=3] (Fordran) <Fordran> (possibly at -5 for being distracted, or farther from stairs.) <DM> Oh, sorry, that was for Erias, only. <Fordran> (-20'D!!!) <DM> Sorry, distracted. <Erias> (sokay) <DM> (Karl) "So, Fordran. How did you run into Erias?" <Fordran> "Not a very exciting story, really. I was out in the field when I saw Erias riding along the road. I recognized Pelor's symbol, and we got to talking." <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 14 | [d20=12] [+2=2] (Erias) <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 13 | [d20=11] [+2=2] (Erias) <DM> Erias walks back down the stairs, a thoughtful expression on his face. <Fordran> ("...and that's how butter is made.") * Erias returns to the table. "Sorry about that." <Erias> (afk one sec, phone) <Fordran> "Is everything all right?" <Erias> "Yeah, they're fine. I'm just a little on edge, I guess." <Erias> "Fordran? You doing alright? Don't let these guys really get you started drinking..." * Fordran looks at his mug. * Erias grins at the triplets, but there isn't much weight behind it. <Fordran> "It's still my first one." <DM> (Ordul) "Lightbringer's been in there a long time, eh? What do you think they're talking about?" <DM> (Karl) "I don't know, but I grow restless. On the enemy's doorstep, and sitting around." <Erias> (I need to run put laundry in now) <Erias> "I don't know if they're talking about Yawin or about the Church." <DM> (k) <Erias> "I am glad that you all are here, but I must admit I still don't know the best course of action." <Erias> (okay, brb) <DM> The curtain draws back; Sir Lucidus looks out and beckons the table, returning into the room. * Fordran looks at the others at the table expectantly. <DM> They put down their mugs, stand up, and move to the private room. <DM> (Zachir) "Where are Bel'ena and Yawin?" * Fordran stays seated, looking uncomfortable. <Erias> (back) <Erias> "Upstairs -- I will fetch them." * Erias stands and walk to the stairs. * Erias walks up the stairs and knocks firmly on the door, if no one does anything to stop him. <Fordran> (Flamestr--oh) <DM> The door opens almost immediately, and Yawin answers. <DM> "Yes, Erias?" <Erias> "Lucidus is calling us all back in, it seems." <DM> He nods, and walks briskly past you, down the stairs. <DM> Spot check. <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 15 | [d20=13] [+2=2] (Erias) <DM> Bel'ena's eyes look a little red. <DM> She walks stiffly past you too. * Erias waits and watches them walk down the stairs, then slowly walks after them. <DM> Fordran, you see Yawin come down the stairs, followed by Bel'ena and Erias. <DM> Sense motive (Fordran) <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 5 | [d20=2] [+3=3] (Fordran) * Fordran waves cheerily. <DM> Yawin smiles faintly at Fordran. <DM> Seeing no knights left in the common room, he heads into the back room. <DM> Bel'ena follows. * Fordran remains seated at the table, looking unsure what to do. <Erias> "Fordran, go ahead and come in with us. If Lucidus doesn't want you present, he can say so." * Fordran nods and follows Erias. * Erias walks to the entryway of the private room and waits for Fordran. * Erias enters the room. <DM> None of the people from earlier have changed positions, and Lucidus is still standing. <DM> He nods briefly as Erias enters. * Erias glances out behind him, then closes the curtain / door. <DM> (Lucidus, to Erias) "Give me your assessment of the Church threat, since your report." <Erias> "My understanding is that the Church is sacrificing their followers -- perhaps not their lives, but some sort of essence -- to give power to a dark and evil entity." <Erias> "They seek to make this ...thing... a god." <Erias> "I believe that the high-ranking members of the church are evil and that if they should succeed, this region and perhaps the world as a whole would be in serious danger." <Erias> "The low-ranking members of the church are, by and large, innocent. As are the deluded townsfolk." <Erias> "I believe that they are a serious threat, but it is hard to tell precisely what their methods and immediate goals are." * Erias falls silent. <DM> Lucidus considers this while pacing slowly. <DM> (Lucidus) "And they have the capability to create intelligent undead. From members of our esteemed organization, no less." <DM> (Lucidus, to Erias again) "How seriously does the local government consider this threat?" * Erias considers. * Fordran is shaking his head slightly. <Erias> (correct me if I'm wrong; don't remember well.) <DM> (k) <Erias> "I don't think they really do. We learned of the abductions, and thought the church might be involved, and asked for their approval to investigate. They did grant it. But they... I do not feel that the law is a powerful force in this town." <Fordran> "Sir Kryschar, perhaps you might know -- the name 'Zom' came up when we were investigating the new Church. We do not know who it is... is that name familiar to you?" <Fordran> (i think it was Zom. was it Zom?) <DM> He looks around the room, and heads shake. <DM> (Yeah) <DM> "Never, Fordran." * Fordran frowns. <Erias> (yes, I think it was Zom.) <DM> (Lucidus) "I will speak to the local government. If they agree, we will assault the church tonight, after all civilians are clear. If not... Well. Ready yourselves. Be prepared to move the moment last congregation ends." * Fordran looks worried. <DM> (Lucidus) "Dismissed." <Fordran> "Do be careful. We don't know what powers they possess. May you bring Pelor's light and justice to the dark places you will travel." * Erias bows to Lucidus and the others and exits the room. <DM> (Lucidus) "And you as well, Fordran. You may join us if you wish." <DM> s/us/us tonight * Fordran looks surprised. <Fordran> "I..." * Fordran looks at Erias. <Erias> "You are welcome as far as I am concerned." <Fordran> "...I would be most honored to serve Pelor in any way." <Erias> "Lightbringer, there are several others as well, who have been working with us. They are committed to fight this Church as well, and their help might be valuable." <DM> The others have filtered out now, leaving Sir Lucidus, Erias, and Fordran <DM> (Lucidus) "Yes, you mentioned some others in your report." <DM> (Lucidus) "Are they near?" <Erias> "They can be reached in time to join us tonight. We have liberated a base from ...an enemy we fought earlier. They are staying there." <Fordran> "I believe they can be summoned in short order." <DM> "Another enemy? A base? Our reconnaisance showed no military posts within miles of here." <Fordran> "To be honest, we don't actually know the physical location of the base." <Erias> "The servants in this base have a mechanism of magical transport. So far that have seemed trustworthy." <DM> Sir Lucidus uses Sense Motive on you. <DM> (Lucidus) "Quite a lot has happened in the past week, it seems." <Fordran> "It seemed like an eternity." <Erias> "There are many stories to be told. But it seems this Church is our priority." <DM> Lucidus nods. <DM> (Lucidus) "I'll need to go meet with the local government soon. Can you trust these allies of yours? Can they keep their heads in a close quarters fight?" <Fordran> "We have fought a number of battles with them." <Fordran> "I think we would not have survived were it not for their abilities." <DM> Listen check <Erias> "I believe that we can trust them." <Erias> |roll d20+2 <tafal> 14 | [d20=12] [+2=2] (Erias) <Fordran> |roll d20+3 <tafal> 5 | [d20=2] [+3=3] (Fordran) * Fordran is too busy talking to be listening. <DM> |roll d20+1 <tafal> 5 | [d20=4] [+1=1] (DM) <DM> There's a tentative cough at the door <DM> The innkeeper pokes his head through the curtain * Erias turns toward him. <DM> (innkeeper) "Er, excuse me? Um, sirs?" <DM> (innkeeper) "There's a, um, gnome, looking for an 'Erias and Fordran.'" <Fordran> "Vita!" <Erias> "Oh, a girl? With a dog?" <Erias> "Lightbringer, this is one of the companions I spoke of." <DM> (innkeeper) "Should.. should I let her in?" * Erias glances to Lucidus. <DM> Lucidus shrugs, nods. <Erias> "We can step out to speak with her, if -- alright." <Erias> (to inkeeper) "She can come in." * Vita has joined #ddi2 <Fordran> "Vita! How did you find us?" <Vita> "The voices in my head told me to go here." <DM> You enter the curtain, and see Erias and Fordran speaking to a human knight, about 5'10", with close-cropped blonde hair and a blonde beard. * Fordran tilts his head. "What... voices?" <DM> The bearded man looks at Erias at that. <Erias> "...what?" * Vita whispers to Fordran "Gray" <Fordran> "...Oh, those voices." <Erias> "Oh. The men who run the base." <Vita> "Anyway, I just wanted to see what you were up to." <DM> (bearded knight) "The men who run the base that belonged to your enemy, Erias?" * Sam has joined #ddi2 <DM> Sam wanders in through the curtains. <Fordran> "Sam! Is everyone here?" <DM> He's got a metal-shod quarterstaff. <DM> Er <DM> Dull gray quarterstaff, rather. * Fordran looks down at the staff. <Fordran> "That new?" <Vita> "No, Grith, Apol, and Foster and still back at the base." <Erias> "That's right. It's a bit more complicated than that... but essentially, yes. After we defeated him, they committed the base to our service." * Fordran turns to the bearded man. <Sam> "I found it. I like how it moves." <Fordran> "Sir Kryschar, these are two of our allies." * Vita bows a little gnome bow <Fordran> "This here is Vita, who is skilled at the bow and arrow, as well as in the ways of the wilderness." <DM> He bows back <Vita> "Vita Phantasm, at your service." <Fordran> "And this is Sam, a foreigner from... parts unknown. He trains in a martial discipline which... I don't fully understand." * Sam bows a monkly bow. <Fordran> "Sam, Vita, this is Sir Lucidus Kryschar." <Fordran> "Knight of Pelor, and, well, Erias' boss." <DM> Lucidus returns the bow. <DM> (heh) <Fordran> "Er. Comman...der? Captain? It's been a while." <Erias> "He is known as the Lightbringer, and is commander of the Radiant Knights." (correct me if that's wrong.) * Vita bows again, a little lower <Vita> "A great honor." <DM> (Lucidus) "A pleasure." He smiles. <DM> (Lucidus) "Now, if you'll excuse me... that meeting... Please brief them, Erias." <Erias> "Of course." <DM> Lucidus nods at each of you on the way out. * Vita nods * Erias ushers the others out. <DM> "Fordran. Vita. Sam." * Vita turns to Erias once we're alone <DM> (Oh, he's heading out to meet with the city government) <Erias> (Ohh right.) <Erias> (so are we still in that room?) <Vita> "What...what's up with Yawen?" <Erias> (and did he mean brief my companions, or the entire company?) <Vita> "Is it ok?" <Erias> (and Yawin is in here too, right?) <Vita> (Yawin) <Fordran> (i think just vita/sam) <DM> Yawin left with the others, when you were dismissed. <DM> He meant brief your companions <Vita> (while I'm briefed I'm going to food. brb) <Sam> (hey, stay away from my briefs!) <Erias> "To summarize, I have informed Lucidus of the evil of the Church, and the Radiant Knights plan to do the following." <Erias> "First, they will seek permission from the local government to attack the Church." * Erias looks around to make sure no one is listening. <Fordran> (LF399M Church of the Blessed Orb PST) <Erias> (and if we're near others, we go somewhere more private, gablah.) <Fordran> (full on paladins) <DM> You're in the private room <DM> It's pretty private <DM> And the entire inn seems devoid of other patrons. <Erias> "Then, if it is granted (and possibly if it is not) they will attack at the end of the last meeting for worship tonight." <Erias> "I will accompany them, and any others who would be willing to help would be welcome." <Fordran> "I have been invited along as well." <Erias> "Yes. Lucidus is clearly aware of Fordran's devotion to the same cause." <Erias> "I have explained that many in the Church are likely innocent, so the Knights will no doubt try to avoid unnecessary casualties." <Erias> "We should return to the base and inform the others." <Vita> "Wow. Definitely." <Vita> "I wish there were some way to convince as many innocents as possible to not be there that day." <Vita> "Oh, and by that day I mean today." * Sam nods along, but looks rather pensive. <Fordran> "I believe they will strike after the last congregation finishes." <Erias> "It sounded as though they will wait until the assembled people have left." <Vita> "Are you sure the knights want a gnome riding a dog helping?" <Fordran> "Your bow will be most useful." <Fordran> "I don't know what it is we are going up against, but if it truly is an ascending deity, then we will need to muster as much strength as we can." <Erias> "The knights are well-trained, but they do not have the recent experiences that we do. I would prefer that our whole group be present." <Vita> "Whoa waitasecond. You think tonight the deity-to-be will show up?" * Fordran shrugs. <Vita> "Are we ready for that?" <Fordran> "I think our goal is to find out as much as we can about what's going on behind the scenes." <Erias> "I don't know what to expect. It may be a difficult fight, and I think we may need to be the ones to get to the guarded room." <Erias> "It sounds as though they will attack tonight in any case, and I will not stand by and let them do so alone." * Sam looks troubled. <Erias> (I need to finish quite soon.) <Vita> "Well I certainly will help if my help is wanted. Do you want me to go back to the others so you can stay here and plan?" <Fordran> "Is there anything left for us to do here, Erias?" <Erias> "No, I'd like to go back as well. I think we are done here." <Sam> "I should volunteer as well, yet I do not have great confidence in a fight where I am the only unarmored one." * Erias looks around. "Where is Yawin?" <Fordran> "With the others, I assume." <Erias> "I need to talk to him first. Then I am ready to head back." <Erias> (I would like to go find Yawin, and make sure he wants to stay here.) <DM> Ok, you go out to look for him. <DM> Erias leaves the room. * Vita says "I'll be waiting outside with Pup." * Vita wanders outside * Fordran follows along. * Sam goes outside, sits, and meditates, hoping that some interesting answer will arrive. * Vita says to Fordran "So, um, how many of the Knights *are* there around here now, anyway?" * Erias returns, possibly with Yawin, and says "So how do we get back?" <Vita> "We duck into an alley and talk to our heads some more." <DM> (without Yawin) * Vita motions them to the alley that she came out of <DM> You re-enter the alley, look around to make sure no one's looking. * Erias nods, and follows. <DM> *VWORN* <Fordran> |roll d0 <tafal> 1.91551230032778 | [d0=1.91551230032778] (Fordran) <Vita> heehee <Erias> um. <DM> Is that a success or fail? <Erias> |roll d00 <tafal> 1.06850093200047 | [d00=1.06850093200047] (Erias) <DM> Well, technically, you did roll a 1 <Erias> |roll d01 <tafal> 1 | [d01=1] (Erias) <Vita> |roll d000 <tafal> 1.98729153439062 | [d000=1.98729153439062] (Vita) <DM> When you blink away the light spots, you find yourself on the central dias of the control chamber. <Erias> |roll d0-d0 <tafal> 0.394985388886879 | [d0=1.39498538888688] [-d0=-1] (Erias) <DM> We'll end here for now. <Fordran> and i'll cast Flamest-- oh okay. <Vita> Should we do some gearing up by e-mail? <Vita> (and splitting of things?)