Adventure 6: Slippery Slope

[Ebiris]

Loot

Weapons & Armour

Githcraft Short Sword - 910gp
Githcraft Chain Shirt - 700gp

Magic Items -200gp for IDing

Cloak of Stealth (+5 Hide) - 2,500gp
Boots of Stealth (+5 Move Silently) - 2,500gp

Potions

Potion of Invisibility - 250gp
3x Giant Wasp Poison - 630gp

Experience

1 Gith Assassin (Rogue 5) - 230 XP
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1 Spined Devil - 120 XP
Overcoming Thogg - 50 XP

[Ebiris]

[12:31] <Ebiris> As Gourash and Amonet make arrangements to sell off various items of Githyanki craftsmanship to the mercantile fiend below the city streets, and Keylin does scout-y things around Silverymoon, Alveria keeps herself busy with scribing scrolls and researching for their trip into Limbo. To that end, she has visited Cassandra's mansion to discuss said plane with Puk'lor. (more)
[12:34] <Ebiris> While Cassandra herself begs off in order to continue her work in the laboratory downstairs, Puk'lor is of course more than happy to answer any questions Alveria might have, the two of them sitting in Cassandra's immaculately organised library in order to have their discussion.
[12:34] <Ebiris> "I hope you are ready to depart soon," the Zerth begins in his dull monotone, bowing towards Alveria with his fingers steepled together, "But I understand if you have questions. What is it you would know?"
[12:35] <Carthrat> "Well, may as well start with the beginning- can you tell me more about the karach blades, or if something like this has happened before?" replies Alveria, who somehow manages mostly lucid when in the presence of the Githzerai.
[12:41] <Ebiris> Puk'lor nods, withdrawing a small and dull grey blade from his robes. "Just as the children of Gith learned to create their fearsome weapons from the flesh of dead gods cast into the Astral, so too did Zerthimmon teach his followers the secrets of the karach after our exodus to Limbo," he begins to recite. You'd almost think he was repeating some textbook verbatim if this wasn't how he always talked.
[12:42] * Alveria listens attentively (remarkably surprised at the real way silver swords are crafted. You just never know, eh?)
[12:45] <Ebiris> "Limbo is a plane of infinite possibility, and in certain places... old places, this potential gains coherency, forming Chaos Lodestones." Slowly, his blade begins to shift as he speaks, still seeming dull and blunt, yet coruscating through all the colours of the rainbow. It's somewhat soothing to look upon.
[12:45] <Ebiris> "The Slaadi revere these lodestones, and use them as spawning grounds, guarding them fiercely against intruders. But it is from these rare occurances that a Karach is molded by the hands and thoughts of one who knows the Way."
[12:48] <Alveria> "Raw potential given form," nods Alveria. "Would min- the one I have still retain it's form, though?"
[12:53] <Ebiris> "That I do not know," Puk'lor shakes his head slowly. "As far as I know, this has never happened before. Powerful wizards can use a lodestone for a number of purposes... but to extract the power from the Karach after it has been forged has never been done. The blade held by the Githyanki may have dissipated into nothingness without the will that holds it together. Or it may lie simply dormant, awaiting its reunion even if it takes eternity."
[12:54] <Ebiris> eternity."
[12:57] <Alveria> "So there might be an actual sword somewhere that's worthless- unless I found it?" replies Alveria, putting a hand on her head (and feeling a little hysterical). "Can you tell me what the blades actually do?"
[12:59] <Ebiris> "Only the rarest of smiths have the skill and discipline to craft a Karach blade, and they are honoured in our society," Puk'lor bows his head sollemnly for a moment, the blade returning back to its flat grey colouring. "But even with all that goes into making them, the skill of the creator is only one half of the Karach's power. The other half comes from the wielder."
[12:59] <Ebiris> "In the hands of one who knows himself, there is no greater weapon - an ever shifting blade, always able to find the form most able to defeat an opponent. In the hands of an uncertain wielder, however, the blade becomes blunt and brittle, striking with the impact of mist."
[13:08] * Alveria sighs. "I guess if I knew myself, then I'd be able to solve the problem alone," she mutters. "I know this might sound like a pointless question, but what can we expect to encounter in Limbo? The Githyanki will probably try again, no doubt, but I wonder what we're likely to deal with.. given that, from what I've read, travel in the place is more based on thinking about your destination really hard more than geography."
[13:14] <Ebiris> Puk'lor narrows his eyes thoughtfully as he studies Alveria. "Indeed... I almost wonder what you would be capable of if you mastered the Karach. But experimentation would not be wise when it is your mind that is on the line," he considers.
[13:14] <Ebiris> "As to your question, a disciplined mind is your strongest ally in Limbo - distraction will result in quickly becoming lost. On that note, you must never trust a Slaadi - especially if it does not seem hostile, for that only means it intends to mislead you into a situation more advantageous for it."
[13:18] <Alveria> "I'd prefer to avoid them at all costs," replies Alveria. "I've read that they're not inherently evil creatures, but... there's something not right about what they can do to people."
[13:25] <Ebiris> "That is very true," Puk'lor agrees firmly. "They are not all that you may encounter in Limbo, however. Celestials from the more chaotic planes of the heavens sometimes travel through there, as do the Tanar'ri. Twisted versions of Fey and other Prime creatures also dwell there."
[13:25] <Ebiris> He sighs softly, "To catalogue all the species of such an infinitely diverse plane would take forever. It is best simply to remember that even if something is not malicious on the scale of a fiend, it still has an inherently unpredictable temperament that can make it turn hostile with no real warning."
[13:28] <Alveria> "Incredible variance in the power of such beasts, as well," responds Alveria, looking despondant. "Though, will we need to travel far through the chaos itself?"
[13:29] <Alveria> "-or, to be more precise, do you know what route we would be best to take? I haven't had much time to discuss it with yourself or Cassandra up until now."
[13:32] <Ebiris> "It was my understanding that you wished to take a portal known by Cassandra to the Border Town of Xaos in the Outlands, and locate another portal there to the city of Bin'Saptor before seeking someone who could teleport you to the monastery of Shrak'tkor, thereby bypassing most of the natural hazards Limbo has to offer," the Githzerai monk replies placidly.
[13:34] <Alveria> "Do you know much about those places? The Outlands, in particular?"
[13:38] <Ebiris> "I have never visited, but many Githzerai reside in Xaos," Puk'lor responds thoughtfully. "It is a place for those... ill-equipped, to survive the rigours of Limbo. As a border town, it straddles an uneasy edge... not quite Limbo, but inextricably linked to the plane."
[13:38] <Ebiris> "I would surmise that their is an uneasy balance between law and chaos among the locals - too much chaos, and it risks slipping all the way into Limbo," he gestures with one hand falling to the side. "As is, however, there will be a semi-stable portal that Cassandra said would lead to Bin'Saptor, and likely numerous other less stable portals in the surrounding area."
[13:45] <Ebiris> "As you said yourself," Puk'lor goes on after a moment, "The Githyanki are almost certain to make further attacks on you before you reach the safety of Shrak'tkor - either on our journey to the portal, in the Outlands, and possibly even in Limbo."
[13:45] <Ebiris> "I have recently made the acquaintance of a human priest who aided me in slaying a vampiric illithid near the city - he is a brave and dependable ally, and I would ask him to travel with us if you would permit it?"
[13:47] <Alveria> "I'm not opposed at all, but I can't promise him he'll get much out of it," replies Alveria, gloomily. "Any help is welcome, though, especially a priest, who can bolster us against any fate, and help us recuperate from any ill."
[13:49] <Ebiris> "I cannot guarantee he will come - he only suggested I speak to him again closer to the time when I raised the issue with him," Puk'lor admits. "But I fear the Githyanki will increase their efforts as we grow closer to our goal, so any allies we can muster may prove vital."
[13:49] <Ebiris> OOC: will save~
[13:50] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[13:50] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 24." [1d20=19]
[13:56] <Alveria> roll 1d6+4 I never roll it
[13:56] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+4 I never roll it and gets 6." [1d6=2]
[13:56] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 scryer
[13:56] <Alveria> roll 1d20+6 and sometimes I wish I didn't
[13:56] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 scryer and gets 31." [1d20=17]
[13:56] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+6 and sometimes I wish I didn't and gets 15." [1d20=9]
[13:56] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11 Puk'lor
[13:56] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 Puk'lor and gets 17." [1d20=6]
[13:56] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+22 epic cast mythal
[13:56] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+22 epic cast mythal and gets 23." [1d20=1]
[13:57] <Alveria> OOC: That mythal is the most frigging worthless thing ever
[13:57] <Ebiris> OOC: it so is
[13:58] <Ebiris> Puk'lor frowns after a moment. "I feel as though we are being watched..." he comments, standing up and concealing his Karach blade within his robes.
[13:59] <Alveria> "Really. I feel like this all the time," shudders Alveria. "We're safe here, at least. But let us speak no more of what we plan."
[15:11] <Ebiris> --------
[15:16] <Ebiris> Despite the newfound popularity of Torm after the Time of Troubles, the temple to the Loyal Fury in Silverymoon is still rather small compared to those belonging to more established faiths in the North.
[15:16] <Ebiris> Nonetheless, it still has its share of devotees, with one of the priests instructing a group of youths in swordplay while delivering a sermon on Torm in the small practice yard in front of a building that looks like half fortress and half church. It is here where Eagan currently resides, offering his services to his brethren inbetween adventures...
[15:18] * Eagan stands in the courtyard of the Temple and goes through his daily exercises and weapons drills.
[15:21] <Ebiris> As Eagan practices, a familiar humanoid figure with mottled green skin and a perpetually droopy hangdog expression approaches him, stopping at a respectable distance and waiting until the priest comes to a break in his rhythm before speaking. "Good morning, Eagan. Might I speak with you?" Puk'lor asks, voice dull and monotone as always.
[15:22] <Eagan> "Puk'lor, you're welcome anytime. What is it you need this day?"
[15:24] <Ebiris> "When we last met I spoke of a perilous journey to Limbo, in order to return a relic of the Githzerai back to the people, and make it forever safe from the clutches of the hated Githyanki. The time has come to leave on this quest, and after you saved my life against the illithid, I would be grateful if you would consider accompanying my companions and I on this journey," the monk replies, steepling his hands together and bowing deeply.
[15:26] <Eagan> "Woo.. When you do something, you do it big, don't you? Limbo, eh... Guess Torm'll be the first to have his light shine in that place.. I'll accompany ya."
[15:28] <Ebiris> "It will be dangerous," Puk'lor admits. "But with strength and discipline we may yet prevail. If you can make whatever preparations you see fit, we will be departing tomorrow morning."
[15:29] * Eagan nods.
[15:29] <Eagan> "Tomorrow, then."
[15:29] <Ebiris> ------
[15:31] <Ebiris> And so, the following day, six brave heroes gather, ready to strike out into the unknown and perhaps save Alveria's sanity! Cassandra was kind enough to provide a map to the portal up in the Nether Mountains - perhaps six days away - as well as a sphere of perfectly mundane obsidian, which she assured the party is the Key to said portal, which opens not far from Xaos in the Outlands.
[15:34] * Alveria isn't wearing her new, red, pointy hat as proudly as she did they day she got it. Wearing a vibrant red-orange dress, adorned with fiery imagery, she sizes up Eagan, and offers him a nod. "I am Alveria Calhadre, whom Puk'Lor has brokered you to assist. I.. cannot promise payment for aiding me, though if we are fortunate in our travels, we may all grow richer for it."
[15:35] * Eagan shrugs.
[15:35] <Eagan> "I owe Puk'lor. He says I saved him, but without him, we wouldn't have made it halfway as far as we did."
[15:36] * Amonet walks up to the two, and gives her own nod. "May our actions help in the spread of law and save those who cannot save themselves!" she tells him brightly. "I am Amonet! Welcome!"
[15:36] <Gourash> "More help?" Gourash shrugged, figuring at least it wouldn't hurt, heading into the strange lands, the half orc dressed as he normally is, ready for batle in his sharp and pointy armor, his axe on his back.
[15:37] * Eagan nods to Amonet and Gourash.
[15:38] <Keylin> "Well, it'd be useful if one of us gets mind controlled or turned into a rodent again, I suppose," the scout sighs before giving a small smile at the new guy. "Nice to have you aboard, my name's Keylin."
[15:39] <Eagan> "Name's Eagan. As long as we got ale and heads to crack, we'll all be friends."
[15:39] * Eagan grins.
[15:39] <Alveria> "Whoever is scrying and sending these githyanki after me is certainly potent, so I'd wager we're going to suffer a few more horrible fates before everything is solved," mopes Alveria. "Well, then.. no time to waste. Let's be off."
[15:40] <Ebiris> "We can only be as prepared as we can for the inevitable attack," Puk'lor nods as the group heads out of the city, today's weather at least reasonably clear, if a bit chilly.
[15:41] * Eagan swings his Morningstar up to rest on his shoulder as they leave, whistling nonchalantly as they go.
[15:43] * Gourash wonders to Puk'lor as they walk. "Githyanki dare enter cities of their enemies?"
[15:44] <Ebiris> "Only on raids," Puk'lor replies. "A Githyanki would not survive long within a city of the Githzerai."
[15:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[15:45] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 18." [1d20=7]
[15:45] <Alveria> "It's getting to them that's the problem," replies Alveria, darkly.
[15:46] * Gourash nods, prepared for it.  And by prepared, Gourash has no idea what craziness he's going to encounter.
[15:49] <Alveria> Alveria is certain to keep defences up against any gith incursion, maintaining alarm spells while they sleep, and anti-scrying/teleportation spells active at all times. It costs a not-insignificant fraction of her power daily.. but a couple of spells are worth relatively safety.
[15:50] * Amonet whispers to her lance, confering with it for several brief moments before nodding in satisfaction. Almost immediately, an identical copy of Amonet appears, falling into step much like her afterimage.
[15:51] * Eagan raises an eyebrow.
[15:51] * Amonet beams at Eagan happily.
[15:51] <Eagan> "My, my.. Again I find myself surrounded by those who seem to be more powerful than I, and wonder just what it is I'm doing here.."
[15:54] * Gourash takes first watch, leaning by a tree and keeping an eye out.
[15:58] <Ebiris> And so the party settles down to camp after their first day's travel, finding a small clearing amid the woods northeast of Silverymoon, Gourash keeping watch as the party rests...
[15:58] <Ebiris> OOC: spot/listen checks, Gourash
[15:59] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1 spot
[15:59] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 spot and gets 16." [1d20=15]
[15:59] <Gourash> roll 1d20+11 listen
[15:59] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+11 listen and gets 14." [1d20=3]
[16:02] <Ebiris> It's all quiet tonight, everyone wrapped up nice and warm against the cold as they slumber away under Gourash's watchful eye... until the loud ringing of a bell shatters the calm of night! An owl hoots in distress at the sound, surely enough to rouse the entire party?!
[16:02] <Alveria> "Nyaaaaaaaaaaar!" shrieks Alveria, hands already flickering to the spell most likely to help her.. that's.. uh.. mirror image! Yes!
[16:03] * Eagan shoots to his feet, weapon in hand, wildly looking around for the attackers..
[16:03] * Gourash growls, rising his axe at the ready, looking for whatever triggered  such an alarm.
[16:04] * Amonet crouches, filling herself with Horus-Re's divine power as she shakes off the remnants of sleep.
[16:04] <Ebiris> OOC: spot checks
[16:04] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[16:04] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[16:04] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3  and gets 17." [1d20=14]
[16:04] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 12." [1d20=7]
[16:04] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5
[16:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 and gets 13." [1d20=8]
[16:05] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+18
[16:05] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+18 and gets 25." [1d20=7]
[16:05] <Eagan> roll d20+7
[16:05] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+7 and gets 15." [d20=8]
[16:05] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1 another spot check?
[16:05] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 another spot check? and gets 6." [1d20=5]
[16:05] <Keylin> roll 1d20+12
[16:05] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+12 and gets 22." [1d20=10]
[16:06] <Alveria> roll 1d6+4 MI
[16:06] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+4 MI and gets 5." [1d6=1]
[16:06] <Ebiris> Despite the whole party racing around in a panic as they cast their spells and ready their weapons, no obvious threat is seen amidst the bare trees surrounding the campsite...
[16:06] <Alveria> roll 1d4+1 by god no
[16:06] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d4+1 by god no and gets 2." [1d4=1]
[16:06] * Gourash stops and frowns. "Gourash see nothing...  why alarm sound?"
[16:06] <Alveria> There are THREE Alverias, and each looks as pertubed as the last. "Wait, what was it? It must've ran away," she grouses.
[16:07] <Alveria> "Well, clearly, you're blind."
[16:07] <Amonet> "Are you talking to yourself again, Friend Alveria?" Amonet asks, her double looking on worriedly.
[16:07] <Gourash> "Gourash think instead you cast stupid spell," He replied irritably.
[16:07] <Ebiris> "I can see nothing either... but if it's the Githyanki, they could be invisible," Puk'lor states warily, holding up his Karach blade which seems to shimmer in the light...
[16:07] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Alvie
[16:07] <Alveria> "My spells are not stupid!" snaps Alveria.
[16:08] <Alveria> OOC: I'm randomly deflecting that, bitches
[16:08] <Ebiris> OOC: it can't affect anyone but you, so I guess it's moot then
[16:10] <Alveria> "Invisible, huh, alright," she mutters, pulling out a scroll and casting something from that, too! OOC: See Invis, yay~
[16:11] * Amonet looks around for any evil foes nearby!
[16:11] * Gourash grumbles, leaning back against a tree.
[16:12] <Ebiris> Alveria's eyes glaze over for an instant before she finds herself able to pierce the illusions that grant concealment... except she can't see any.
[16:12] <Ebiris> roll 1d6
[16:12] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d6 and gets 5." [1d6=5]
[16:12] <Alveria> "Then they must have ran away!" she rants. "Or they're hiding in the normal way! That spell doesn't ring unecessarily!"
[16:13] <Ebiris> Amonet can't see any evil, either.
[16:13] <Amonet> "What is the range on your spell?" Amonet asks. "We could check around the perimeter for any tracks...."
[16:13] <Alveria> "Long enough," she grouses. "Over a hundred feet or something like that."
[16:16] <Amonet> "If someone is that far out, hiding, I may not be able to sense them," Amonet says with a frown.
[16:16] * Keylin just yawns, tired and having been woken up abruptly by what seems to be a false alarm. "You sure it's not a false alarm of some sort?" she asks.
[16:17] <Alveria> "Well, it might've been a wolf or something, but the spell works as written," mutters Alvie, sitting down with a peevish expression.
[16:17] <Amonet> "Easily confirmed if we find animal tracks," Amonet responds with a shrug. "Want to give it a try, too?" Without waiting for an answer, she decides to examine the perimeter herself.
[16:18] <Ebiris> OOC: survival check
[16:19] <Amonet> roll 1d20+3
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+3 and gets 5." [1d20=2]
[16:19] <Ebiris> Amonet can't really see anything that looks even close to tracks in the ground as she circles the edge of their campsite.
[16:20] <Amonet> "Strange," she mutters as she returns. "I saw nothing, which would tend to support Alveria's theory."
[16:23] <Alveria> "I think we should relocate," says Alveria, sulkily. "Maybe they'll give themselves away following us. A wider area with no place to hide or something will be suitable."
[16:24] <Amonet> "Alright," Amonet agrees.
[16:25] <Ebiris> "Then let us depart," Puk'lor nods as the party sets to dismantling their camp...
[16:26] <Ebiris> It takes about twenty minutes or so for everything to be packed up and everyone to get dressed, but soon the group is ready to continue their march through the forest in the dead of night, searching for a new campsite...
[16:26] * Gourash grumbles, marching along.
[16:27] * Keylin sighs, and scratches her head as she moves along with the others. How paranoidly annoying.
[16:27] * Amonet is happy enough to walk through the forest, Marjorie lighting up the way.
[16:29] <Ebiris> The forest isn't really showing any signs of thinning after the first hour of marching...
[16:29] <Ebiris> OOC: spot checks
[16:29] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 and gets 23." [1d20=18]
[16:29] <Eagan> roll d20+7
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+7 and gets 18." [d20=11]
[16:30] <Keylin> roll 1d20+12
[16:30] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[16:30] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+12 and gets 22." [1d20=10]
[16:30] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 15." [1d20=10]
[16:30] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[16:30] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3  and gets 11." [1d20=8]
[16:31] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[16:31] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 10." [1d20=9]
[16:31] -> *Keylin* As you march along, you notice just ahead on the edge of Marjorie's luminescence appears to be a large hunched creature, covered in spines and bristles. It looks like it might be sleeping, leaning against what appears to be a fallen tree and surrounded by undergrowth.
[16:32] <Keylin> "Stop," the scout says quietly as she moves to try to stop everyone from moving on ahead. "There's a creature ahead. Looks sleeping though."
[16:33] * Gourash considers. "Animal?"
[16:33] <Ebiris> "I see it, too," Puk'lor agrees. "We should try and move around without disturbing it - it does not look like it would take kindly to being woken."
[16:33] <Alveria> "Mrgrglekrhg."
[16:34] <Ebiris> OOC: knowledge nature to figure out what it is
[16:34] <Keylin> roll 1d20+5
[16:34] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+5 and gets 10." [1d20=5]
[16:34] -> *Keylin* You can't tell what it is without getting closer, you think. Probably a dire animal of some sort, though.
[16:38] <Ebiris> Keylin isn't sure, but thinks it's probably a dire animal. She tells the party this!
[16:40] <Alveria> "Yes. Let's go around it," mutters Alveria. "No sense killing it and disturbing the delicate balance within this forest," she adds, sounding all elf-like.
[16:41] * Gourash shrugs. "We should stop soon,"
[16:41] * Gourash seriously kept his eyes out for a camp worthy place.
[16:41] <Gourash> roll 1d20+11 survival
[16:41] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+11 survival and gets 28." [1d20=17]
[16:42] <Ebiris> So the party continues their forced march, bypassing an ugly encounter with a bad tempered forest denizen. It's not that there's a shortage of campsites - Gourash can see lots of small clearings and sheltered inclines, but sadly nowhere that fits the bill of being a wide open space with nowhere to hide around. The trees are sadly too ever-present, here.
[16:44] * Gourash shrugs. "Running silly...  we rest.  No stupid alarm sounds," He lead to a reasonable campsite, setting up again.  Keylin taking first watch this time.
[16:45] <Alveria> "I'll set one up tomorrow night, and you'll like it," snaps Alveria. "I'm not waking up in some lab because we decided to get lazy."
[16:45] * Gourash responds in orc with various commentaries on Alveria's proper lab caring as he settles in to sleep.
[16:46] <Amonet> "Now, now," Amonet says, trying to placate the two.
[16:47] <Ebiris> And so once again the party sets up camp and attempts to rest their weary heads, Keylin dutifully keeping an eye out for trouble...
[16:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 31." [1d20=19]
[16:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+18
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+18 and gets 38." [1d20=20]
[16:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 25." [1d20=13]
[16:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+18
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+18 and gets 34." [1d20=16]
[16:52] <Ebiris> And so the night passes without incident, the party waking up fairly late in the morning feeling somewhat rested...
[16:52] -> *Alveria* Upon waking and getting ready to memorise your spells, you're struck with the rather horrible realisation that your spellbook isn't where you left it.
[16:53] <Alveria> "FUCKING BASTARD!"
[16:54] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+13
[16:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+13 and gets 14." [1d20=1]
[16:54] <Ebiris> OOC: Actually, belay that!
[16:55] <Ebiris> The night passes, Keylin keeping watch but seeing little...
[16:56] <Ebiris> Meanwhile, in Alveria's tent as she performs her weird elf trance, she feels a slight jostling that brings her back to reality. Blinking away the visions of whatever elves see while meditating, she discovers a leathery faced Githyanki positioned directly above her, one hand fumbling below her pillow!
[16:57] <Alveria> Ahem.
[16:57] <Alveria> "FUCKING BASTARD!"
[16:57] <Ebiris> OOC: I'll say that wakes everyone up, so init~
[16:57] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[16:57] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 15." [1d20=14]
[16:57] <Amonet> roll 1d20 vengeance~
[16:57] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 vengeance~ and gets 9." [1d20=9]
[16:57] <Alveria> roll 1d20+10
[16:57] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+10 and gets 16." [1d20=6]
[16:57] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5 yanki
[16:57] <Eagan> roll d20+4
[16:57] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+4 and gets 22." [d20=18]
[16:57] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 yanki and gets 23." [1d20=18]
[16:58] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7 zerai
[16:58] <Keylin> roll 1d20+4
[16:58] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 zerai and gets 25." [1d20=18]
[16:58] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+4 and gets 9." [1d20=5]
[17:00] <Ebiris> Shoving his thick winter blanket aside, the tentless Puk'lor stands up and rushes to the flap of Alveria's tent. "Alveria, what's going on?" he asks urgently.
[17:01] <Alveria> "I WILL EXTERMINATE YOUR ENTIRE RACE!"
[17:01] <Ebiris> Meanwhile inside the tent, the Githyanki sneers at Alveria. "You're lucky I'm not here to kill you infidel... but consider this a warning!" he growls, before stabbing a short sword into Alveria's prone form and fleeing!
[17:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+13
[17:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+13 and gets 25." [1d20=12]
[17:01] <Ebiris> roll 4d6+2
[17:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 4d6+2 and gets 24." [4d6=4, 6, 6, 6]
[17:01] <Ebiris> OOC: fort save, Alvie
[17:02] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[17:02] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 14." [1d20=9]
[17:03] <Ebiris> The blade stabs deeply just above Alveria's kidneys, staining her sleeping attire a vibrant crimson as the Githyanki flees out the tent... and right into Puk'lor, who promptly punches him right on his flattened nose.
[17:03] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 and gets 16." [1d20=1]
[17:04] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15 critfail laf
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 critfail laf and gets 31." [1d20=16]
[17:04] <Alveria> Oh well, at least he won't be going far
[17:05] <Ebiris> But the Githyanki ducks his head under the Zerth's blow, dashing away from the campsite!
[17:05] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Eagan
[17:06] * Eagan rolls to his feet and charges towards the githyanki attacking Puk'lor!
[17:07] <Ebiris> The Githyanki isn't attacking Puk'lor. In fact, he ran right past the monk. But Eagan gives hot pursuit!
[17:07] <Ebiris> roll 1d6
[17:07] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d6 and gets 2." [1d6=2]
[17:08] <Ebiris> Inside the tent, even as she prepares to act, Alveria feels the wound caused by the Githyanki burn in her side, making her joints stiffen and muscles ache!
[17:08] * Eagan calls upon Torm to send him aid! (Summon Monster IV)
[17:08] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie, you've taken 2 dex damage
[17:08] <Ebiris> OOC: Oh, so you're not moving after all, Eagan?
[17:08] <Eagan> OOC: Yeah, decided to reneg and cast instead.
[17:09] <Ebiris> Eagan stands up and does not pursue at all!
[17:10] * Eagan calls forth a Celestial Lion, to run down the fleeing foe!
[17:13] * Eagan sends the Lion after the fleeing Githyanki, for a full on pounce!
[17:13] <Eagan> roll d20+9 for pounce
[17:13] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+9 for pounce and gets 14." [d20=5]
[17:14] <Eagan> roll d20+9 for rake 1
[17:14] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+9 for rake 1 and gets 13." [d20=4]
[17:14] <Eagan> roll d20+9 for rake 2
[17:14] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+9 for rake 2 and gets 11." [d20=2]
[17:14] <Eagan> roll d20+9 for bite.
[17:14] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+9 for bite. and gets 22." [d20=13]
[17:15] <Eagan> roll d20+4 for bite
[17:15] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+4 for bite and gets 15." [d20=11]
[17:16] <Ebiris> The shining lion of the upper planes furiously runs down the fleeing Githyanki, leaping at him in an orgy of claws and teeth... yet somehow just falling short and biting the ground instead.
[17:16] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[17:17] <Ebiris> OOC: belay that, one rake hit. Roll damage.
[17:17] <Eagan> roll 1d4+2
[17:17] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls 1d4+2 and gets 5." [1d4=3]
[17:18] <Ebiris> The lion hurls itself bravely at the fleeing Githyanki, and although most of its attacks miss, it does manage to catch him with one of its rear claws as it leaps full on at the extraplanar assassin! Still, the wound doesn't do much to slow him down, however...
[17:18] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[17:21] <Alveria> Exceedingly upset, Alveria discharges a terrible cloud of noxious, stinking gas in front and around the Githyanki, cutting off his potential escape routes! Perhaps the lion may suffer, but... and for good measure, she throws a blast of fire after him, as well, shakily standing up.
[17:21] <Alveria> OOC: That'd be.. fort save, DC 18, and reflex save, DC 21
[17:21] <Alveria> roll 1d6+4
[17:21] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5
[17:21] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+4 and gets 7." [1d6=3]
[17:21] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+5 and gets 9." [1d6=4]
[17:22] <Alveria> roll 1d20+9 vs. SR
[17:22] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+9 vs. SR and gets 11." [1d20=2]
[17:22] <Alveria> OOC: *no justice at all*
[17:22] <Ebiris> OOC: you can't actually see him from inside your tent - you have to go out
[17:22] <Alveria> OOC: Oh.
[17:22] <Alveria> OOC: But I can't go out! That's vaugely saddening.
[17:22] * Alveria picks herself up off the ground and goes out her tent.
[17:22] <Ebiris> OOC: if you still want to do the pyroblast that hits
[17:22] <Alveria> OOC: I'm done.
[17:22] <Alveria> OOC: Oh, right, 'kay
[17:22] <Alveria> roll 9d4
[17:22] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 9d4 and gets 26." [9d4=4, 1, 4, 2, 2, 3, 2, 4, 4]
[17:23] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8
[17:23] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 and gets 12." [1d20=4]
[17:23] <Ebiris> Alveria's blast of flame ignites around the fleeing Githyanki, prompting a strangled groan of agony as he collapses in a burnt and charred heap!
[17:24] <Ebiris> OOC: combat over
[17:25] * Alveria smirks to herself in content, before clutching her chest and doubling over, pain hitting full-force now that anger is done away with.
[17:25] * Amonet rushes out of her tent, Marjorie present, and takes a single glance around before quickly making her way to Alveria. "My, that is such a nasty wound," she says, placing her hands over it as they begin to glow softly.
[17:25] * Gourash sits up to the raging fire of a githyanki.
[17:26] * Alveria chokes a little. "I think I've been poisoned," she manages, hoarsely.
[17:26] <Ebiris> Puk'lor slowly approaches the Githyanki and kneels down. "He is not yet dead... we should interrogate him before he dies," the monk suggests pragmatically.
[17:27] * Amonet chants a prayer to Horus-Re, acquiring the special sight she uses to look at Alveria and scan her body for poison!
[17:27] <Alveria> "...yes, please," mutters Alveria. "I would know the forces arrayed against us in total."
[17:27] <Ebiris> Alveria has indeed been poisoned. (Wis check, Amonet)
[17:28] * Gourash makes a comment about marshmellows, before rising and readying himself in expectations of further attacks.
[17:28] <Amonet> roll 1d20+4 guidance~
[17:28] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+4 guidance~ and gets 18." [1d20=14]
[17:28] <Ebiris> Amonet can't tell what type of poison, however.
[17:29] <Alveria> "Not sure how bad it is," croaks Amonet. "Can't be made to kill me, though. Haha, they wouldn't want that. I'm feeling kind of cramped.."
[17:29] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5
[17:29] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 and gets 25." [1d20=20]
[17:30] <Amonet> roll 1d20+4 alchemy, guidance
[17:30] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+4 alchemy, guidance and gets 9." [1d20=5]
[17:30] <Eagan> "I can delay the poison.. Just a moment.."
[17:30] <Ebiris> Puk'lor seems to be performing first aid on the Githyanki, though he looks rather unhappy at the task. "He will live."
[17:30] * Alveria struggles back upright. "Yeah.. yeah. I think I need restorations, really," she manages.
[17:30] <Amonet> "You are poisoned, Friend," Amonet says sadly. "But I am certain I could keep you alive until you get better!"
[17:31] * Eagan kneels next to Alveria and rests a hand on her shoulder, and mutters a prayer to Torm, releasing the spell over her. (Delay Poison)
[17:33] <Alveria> "Well, I certainly learned MY lesson," she continues, gratefully nodding to Eagan, but grumpily stomping over to the Githyanki, and stepping on his crotch. "This won't hurt anything important, right?" she says, acidly.
[17:33] <Ebiris> "We do not need him to breed," Puk'lor replies, glaring down at his racial cousin, who gasps reflexively at Alveria's punishment but still seems out of it.
[17:35] <Alveria> "Eagan? Amonet? While I despise the idea of anything right and just touching this creature, would you be so kind as to bring him back to consciousness?" she queries, quickly filching anything valuable-looking off the unlucky extraplanar.
[17:36] <Ebiris> His sword and armour are as baroque and finely made as you'd expect a Githyanki to wear. He has a dark grey cloak that your eyes seem to reflexively slide over whenever you look at it, and has four vials of liquid attached to his belt. One of them is a pale blue, the others are dark brown.
[17:37] <Alveria> Better yet, Alveria actually remembers to cast detect magic.
[17:37] <Alveria> OOC: Eh, we'll say we looted him and make with the interrogation >_>
[17:37] * Amonet considers, before saying hesitantly, "Well, he is your prisoner...."
[17:37] * Gourash stands behind the persuing Alveria.  Providing a brutal looking presence.
[17:37] <Amonet> OOC: Create Water -> CMW
[17:39] <Ebiris> The Githyanki stirs faintly after Amonet's spell, his eyes slowly fluttering open before he bites out something nasty in his own harsh language that only Puk'lor and Alveria can understand. "Shit."
[17:40] * Eagan steps close, standing over him, and lightly tapping his spiked Morningstar into his steel gauntleted hand with a nasty grin to the Githyanki.
[17:40] <Alveria> "Is right, you filthy-" replies Alveria, in his own langauge, before switching back to common- "Let me tell you something, Githyanki scum."
[17:42] <Ebiris> He sneers back weakly at Alveria, coughing a few times before replying in common, "Your words are... *cough* empty to me, Infidel. Kill me if you must, but there will be others..."
[17:42] <Alveria> "You're dead. There's no way you're getting out of here alive. You know, once upon a time, I might've been willing to be merciful, but you know what? Past three months have changed that. And now you're going to tell me everything. Why you're hunting me. Who's doing it. How many more of you I have to kill. And you know what, if you don't?" -
[17:42] <Gourash> roll 1d20-1 intimidate aid.  man I wish I could use strength for this or that negative cha counted positively for it.
[17:42] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20-1 intimidate aid. man I wish I could use strength for this or that negative cha counted positively for it. and gets 7." [1d20=8]
[17:42] <Keylin> roll 1d20+5 for intimidate aid.
[17:42] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+5 for intimidate aid.  and gets 6." [1d20=1]
[17:43] * Amonet glares at the downed miscreant, the holy lance in her arms illuminating the area with an angry golden light!
[17:43] <Amonet> roll 1d20+6
[17:43] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+6 and gets 9." [1d20=3]
[17:43] * Eagan 'accidentially' dropps his Morningstar next to the Gith's head, the spikes causing it to stab into the ground and stick upright.
[17:44] <Eagan> "Oops. Clumsy me.."
[17:44] <Alveria> -she ignores what he says, leaning over him coldly. "Fire burns slow as well as fast. And I'm patient. I have clerics. When you're within an inch of your life... I'll heal you again. And then I'll burn you slowly. I think I'll start with one of your eyes- not both, because when you see, it'll increase the fear." A wisp of smoke shoots out her fingers, filling the Gith's nostrils. (More.)
[17:44] <Alveria> "So let me be very clear. Burn you once, burn you twice, it's all the same to me. Nobody's coming to save you... so make a choice. Die easily or die painfully."
[17:45] <Ebiris> "Yeah, we'll totally kick your butt!" Marjorie pipes up in her squeaky childlike voice, before adding, "Wow, Miss Alveria's really scary..."
[17:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6 aid
[17:45] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 aid and gets 19." [1d20=13]
[17:46] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3 either way. why?!
[17:46] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 either way. why?! and gets 4." [1d20=1]
[17:50] <Ebiris> The Githyanki's eyes widen, before he fixes his sneer back in place. "What difference does it make? You will," he breaks off, coughing a few times before wincing, his eyes squinting shut for a moment, "You will never know peace as long as you live, Alveria Calhadre. Kill me... kill a hundred of us... we will never let you live with what you have stolen."
[17:50] * Gourash takes notes on grimy parchment.
[17:51] <Keylin> "What if we kill your entire race? A little hard for your people to cause us trouble if you're all dead, isn't it?" Keylin asks rhetorically. It's probably next to impossible to carry on that threat, but it's a thought worth putting in their heads.
[17:52] <Alveria> "You're stealing my life, making me waste it *running* when I could be *working*," she whispers, in broken elven. Reaching for a dagger in her belt, she holds it right over the Gith's eye, poking it ever-so-slightly with the tip. "I'm going to live forever, beyond the day when your entire race is but a memory within a memory, a nightmare whispered in the most ancient spells, and the most deluded visions."
[17:53] <Alveria> The knife slides into the Githyanki's skull with a terrible sucking sound...
[17:54] * Amonet turns away, unable to watch.
[17:55] <Ebiris> The Githyanki screams in agony as Alveria stabs his eye, not really able to muster much of a coherent reply before he goes limp, greviously wounded.
[17:55] <Ebiris> "What..." Marjorie whispers in horror, "That's... I thought we were only pretending to scare him!" she cries, sounding confused and betrayed.
[17:55] * Gourash eyes the mage with a touch of worry in his dark eyes.
[17:57] <Alveria> Pulling the knife out with a flourish, Alveria tucks it back into her belt, turning and facing Marjorie with a quizzical grin. "Oh. Sorry. I don't know the difference between pretending and actually doing things anymore," she replies, starting to walk back to her tent.
[17:57] <Alveria> "But I've envisaged doing that so many times, you know? I can't say it felt bad."
[17:58] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:58] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 14." [1d100=14]
[17:58] <Amonet> "Death was his destiny from the moment he attacked us in the night," Amonet tells Marjorie quietly, though her heart isn't in it.
[17:59] <Ebiris> The Githyanki continues to bleed from his wounds, eyesocket filling up with blood and other fluid as he lays insensate amidst the party of... heroes?
[17:59] * Amonet gives him a quick death, Marjorie flashing to end his suffering.
[17:59] * Eagan sighs and grabs Alveria by the upper arm and drags her away some distance.
[17:59] <Alveria> "Let go of me."
[18:00] <Eagan> "You went a little too far there."
[18:00] <Alveria> "Are you suggesting I should have let him live?"
[18:01] * Gourash frowns and shrugs, taking watch.
[18:01] <Ebiris> "But this is wrong..." Marjorie whimpers, even as Amonet uses her to end the Githyanki's life cleanly. "Fighting is one thing, but that... it's like what *they* did..."
[18:01] <Eagan> "No, but torture is a different story. There's a limit."
[18:01] <Alveria> "But I didn't torture him," replies Alveria, glancing Eagan rather curiously. "I stabbed him in the face. That kills people, right?"
[18:01] <Alveria> "I'm not too quick."
[18:01] <Alveria> "So maybe the way the body works changed."
[18:01] <Alveria> "I hear it does that."
[18:02] <Eagan> "You stabbed him so he'd have a lingering death, not a quick, clean one."
[18:02] <Alveria> "That might've happened. Like I care. He stabbed me first."
[18:02] <Alveria> "And it hurt."
[18:02] <Alveria> "A lot."
[18:03] <Alveria> "So why *shouldn't* I get him back?"
[18:03] <Alveria> "That's justice, right?"
[18:03] <Amonet> "Maybe it is," Amonet responds at length, returning to her tent with Marjorie. "I need some time to think."
[18:03] * Alveria shrugs off Eagan's arm. "Maybe when you've travelled with us longer, you'll see," she warns. "Silverymoon isn't far. You can still go home."
[18:03] <Eagan> "True justice has mercy in it."
[18:04] <Ebiris> Puk'lor reserves comment, simply dragging the Githyanki further from the campsite and tossing him into a ditch.
[18:06] <Alveria> "Keep your platitudes to yourself. I'm on a mission to free myself, not to let my foes have chances to strike twice," she replies, vanishing into the recesses of her tent.

[Ebiris]

[15:54] <Ebiris> After killing the Githyanki interloper, Puk'lor disposes of the body some way off from the campsite before everyone returns to their rest, Gourash taking the next watch as Keylin finally gets some well deserved shuteye. Time passes without incident for the most part as the night wears on, most everyone in their tents except from Gourash and Puk'lor, who's asleep in a thick wrapped blanket by the campfire.
[15:55] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check, Gourash
[15:55] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[15:55] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 15." [1d20=14]
[15:58] <Ebiris> As he leans against a tree, Gourash happens to glance upwards and spots something in the sky flying over the campsite - it's easy enough to see in spite of the darkness, for it holds a sphere of flame in its hands that illuminates its form against the night. It's a small gargoyle-like creature, covered in sharp spines, flying over a hundred feet in the air above!
[15:58] * Gourash watches carefully for the moment to see if it is passing on or coming at them.
[16:01] <Ebiris> It appears to be circling overhead, flying around the clearing the camp is located within, before it rears back its hand and hurls an orb of fire down at the camp, a new one appearing over its claws a second after the first is launched!
[16:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d5
[16:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d5 and gets 1." [1d5=1]
[16:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[16:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 30." [1d20=19]
[16:02] <Ebiris> The ball of fire streaks unerringly downwards and strike's Alveria's tent, causing it to catch fire with its unfortunate occupant inside!
[16:03] * Gourash hurries to wake the others and haul alveria out of her tent.
[16:05] <Ebiris> OOC: let's do init, I guess
[16:06] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[16:06] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 6." [1d20=6]
[16:06] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7
[16:06] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 and gets 13." [1d20=6]
[16:06] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[16:06] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 17." [1d20=16]
[16:06] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[16:06] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 22." [1d20=17]
[16:08] <Ebiris> "Hey, fire! We're being attacked again!" Marjorie's voice yells out from Amonet's tent, letting everyone wake up!
[16:08] <Ebiris> OOC: roll for people you're NPCing
[16:08] <Alveria> roll 1d20+4 eagan
[16:08] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+4 eagan and gets 12." [1d20=8]
[16:08] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7 Puk'lor
[16:08] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 Puk'lor and gets 10." [1d20=3]
[16:08] <Gourash> roll 1d20+4 Keylin
[16:09] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+4 Keylin and gets 16." [1d20=12]
[16:09] <Ebiris> At all this ruckus, Alveria comes out of her trance, finding that her tent is rapidly disintegrating around her, and filled with choking smoke from the flames!
[16:11] <Alveria> "I'm getting tired of this," she mutters, fishing in her all-too-well-worn, bloody, and now ash-stained robes for her lone scroll of fire resistance, and... casting it! Good grief.
[16:12] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[16:13] * Gourash shouts to wake folks up, having no ranged artilary to speak of.
[16:13] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[16:14] <Gourash> *Keylin rolls awake, glancing about to check the situation outside her tent before drawing her bow.
[16:14] <Gourash> OOC: Can she attack the same turn as getting up and drawing her bow?  Or not?
[16:15] <Ebiris> OOC: Nope, move action to get up, and another to get out the tent.
[16:15] <Gourash> OOC: Figured, why I stopped...oh, she can't even draw her bow/
[16:16] <Alveria> OOC: You can do that as a move action.
[16:16] <Alveria> OOC: As part of a move action.
[16:16] <Alveria> OOC: So no attack, but it's ready for next turn!
[16:16] <Alveria> OOC: Let's, uh, spread out.
[16:16] <Gourash> OOC: Okay, yeah
[16:18] <Ebiris> roll 1d4
[16:18] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4 and gets 1." [1d4=1]
[16:18] <Ebiris> Alveria is burned as her tent utterly disintegrates around her, but the flames only wash harmlessly over her current elemental resistance. Meanwhile the creature flying above hurls down another orb of flame, this time at Amonet's tent!
[16:19] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 18." [1d20=7]
[16:19] <Ebiris> The canvas begins to burn readily around the aasimar and her intelligent weapon, threatening them if they don't escape to safety soon!
[16:21] <Ebiris> Meanwhile Puk'lor gets up from his blanket and looks up at the creature high above. Withdrawing his karach blade, he begins to focus on his weapon which slowly morphs, the blade becoming far more sharply curved, almost bent like a kukri...
[16:21] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Alvie
[16:21] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[16:21] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 25." [1d20=20]
[16:23] -> *Alveria* At the same time, you feel your senses begin to sharpen, something feeling like it's clicking into place in the depths of your mind. It's hard to properly assess the feeling, only that it feels right, somehow, like you're tapping into some unknown power.
[16:23] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Eagan
[16:25] <Amonet> At the yells of 'Fire!' and the burning inferno all around her, Amonet grabs her shield, which glows a bright blue in response, and gets up, holding Marjorie at the ready!
[16:25] <Alveria> *Eagan gets out of his tent and goes outside, like some kind of robot.
[16:26] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alveria
[16:26] * Alveria gets out of her tent and - (can I have a knowledge check on what this thing can do?)
[16:26] <Ebiris> OOC: Go for it, Planes
[16:26] <Alveria> roll 1d20+13
[16:26] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+13 and gets 26." [1d20=13]
[16:28] <Ebiris> Alveria doesn't really need to get out of the tent, since it's pretty much gone by now. But she can identify the creature above as a Spinagon, a lesser form of Baatezu. In addition to the usual traits of devils, it can produce flame from its claws, and fire its spines as projectiles which cause intense and distracting pain in those struck. They are typically used as spies and messengers by greater devils.
[16:29] <Alveria> OOC: So I bet it's immune to fire, not just resistant?
[16:29] <Ebiris> OOC: It is
[16:30] <Alveria> OOC: Can it naturally fly?
[16:30] <Alveria> OOC: Oh wait, duh
[16:30] <Ebiris> OOC: yes, it has wings like a gargoyle
[16:31] <Alveria> OOC: We're near a bunch of trees, right?
[16:31] <Ebiris> OOC: Trees on all sides!
[16:31] <Alveria> OOC: Excellent.
[16:32] <Alveria> Grabbing a rod from her belt, Alveria decides that you have to fight fire with fire, and accordingly channels a terrible series of potent blasts through it towards the creature darting about overhead! This accomplished, she bolts for the nearby tree-cover...
[16:32] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5
[16:32] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+5 and gets 7." [1d6=2]
[16:32] <Alveria> roll 2#1d20+5
[16:32] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 2#1d20+5 and gets 24." [2#1d20+5 = 16, 8]
[16:32] <Ebiris> OOC: touch attacks?
[16:32] <Alveria> OOC: Le sigh, SR?
[16:32] <Alveria> OOC: Yes
[16:33] <Alveria> OOC: I don't make real attacks, they don't work >.>
[16:33] <Ebiris> Alveria fires off a pair of blasts into the sky, but the agile devil is too fast, tucking in its wings and rolling to the side as it flies along to let both blasts sail harmlessly past it and into the night!
[16:33] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[16:34] * Gourash seeing that everyone is up, moves for cover out of view and into the forest.
[16:34] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin~
[16:34] <Gourash> *Keylin moves for cover, taking aim while she goes and firing a shot at the beast.
[16:35] <Gourash> roll 1d20+9
[16:35] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+9 and gets 14." [1d20=5]
[16:35] <Gourash> roll 3d6+2 if it hits
[16:35] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 3d6+2 if it hits and gets 9." [3d6=2, 1, 4]
[16:36] <Ebiris> Keylin's arrow is shot too low, falling well short of the foul fiend even as it circles around for another pass!
[16:36] <Ebiris> roll 1d4
[16:36] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4 and gets 2." [1d4=2]
[16:36] <Ebiris> Meanwhile Amonet's tent disintegrates fully around her and Marjorie, but without doing any harm against the currently warded paladin!
[16:36] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[16:36] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 19." [1d20=8]
[16:37] <Ebiris> Another firebolt is launched from above, this one striking Keylin's tent and causing it to rapidly ignite! As this happens, Puk'lor drops his arm, and then it shoots upwards, the Karach blade slipping from his grasp and spinning wildly as it soars into the air towards the fiend!
[16:37] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[16:37] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 17." [1d20=5]
[16:38] <Ebiris> But like Keylin's arrow it fails to have an impact, this time overshooting and going too high to strike its target.
[16:38] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Eagan
[16:39] <Alveria> *Eagan calls upon the power of TORM to SMITE this horrific beast!
[16:39] <Alveria> OOC: Holy smite, lol
[16:39] <Alveria> roll 1d20+7 if SR is required
[16:39] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+7 if SR is required and gets 13." [1d20=6]
[16:39] <Alveria> roll 7d6 smite!
[16:39] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 7d6 smite! and gets 27." [7d6=5, 5, 6, 1, 3, 2, 5]
[16:39] <Alveria> OOC: Will DC 17 for half and not-being-blinded-for-a-round
[16:39] <Ebiris> OOC: CL check
[16:40] <Alveria> roll 1d20+7 CL?
[16:40] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+7 CL? and gets 9." [1d20=2]
[16:40] <Ebiris> A flash of holy power surrounds the devil for an instant in a blinding nova of Torm's ire! Yet when it clears, an audible cackle is heard from above, the fiend not seeming at all injured!
[16:40] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[16:43] <Amonet> Seeing the flying menace, Amonet rethinks her choice of weaponry, and picks up her bow and quiver as she heads for the cover of the trees, where she lets Marjorie drop as gently as she can make it and sends an arrow at the devil!
[16:43] <Amonet> roll 1d20+7
[16:43] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+7 and gets 19." [1d20=12]
[16:44] <Amonet> roll 1d8+3
[16:44] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+3 and gets 8." [1d8=5]
[16:45] <Ebiris> Alas Amonet's arrow flies wildly into the sky and fails to strike true... yet even as she watches her arrow miss, the two bolts of fire earlier launched by Alveria loop around in the sky and streak back to earth, zeroing in on the charred remnants of the elf's tent! Both streaks of flame resolve into a pair of spheres that hang there for a mere instant before winking away into nothingness.
[16:45] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[16:47] <Alveria> Terribly upset at the destruction of all her important things, Alveria flings a bunch of magical missiles at the irritable devil!
[16:47] <Alveria> roll 1d20+4
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+4 and gets 15." [1d20=11]
[16:47] <Alveria> OOC: er
[16:47] <Alveria> roll 1d6+4
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+4 and gets 8." [1d6=4]
[16:47] <Alveria> roll 1d20+8 cl~
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+8 cl~ and gets 24." [1d20=16]
[16:47] <Ebiris> OOC: hits
[16:47] <Alveria> roll 4d4+4
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 4d4+4 and gets 11." [4d4=1, 2, 2, 2]
[16:49] <Ebiris> The foursome of magical bolts spiral erratically into the sky, surrounding the devil on all sides before they arc inwards, slamming into it in rapid succession and eliciting a few cries of pain as its battered around in the sky by Alveria's magical onslaught!
[16:49] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[16:49] <Gourash> OOC: Can we just skip me for the rest of combat and assume I'm hiding out.  Other than throwing a ten foot pole, I've nothing to hit something that far away
[16:49] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin~
[16:50] <Gourash> *Keylin continues manuvering through the trees, shooting another shot at it.
[16:50] <Gourash> roll 1d20+9
[16:50] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+9 and gets 26." [1d20=17]
[16:50] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[16:50] <Gourash> roll 3d6+2 if it hits (-2d6 if skirmish doesn't count on such)
[16:50] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 3d6+2 if it hits (-2d6 if skirmish doesn't count on such) and gets 13." [3d6=2, 6, 3]
[16:53] <Ebiris> Keylin's arrow strikes true, catching the devil right in the neck! The flame around its hand winks out and it begins to plummet from the sky, seemingly disintegrating at the same time. Body fading away into mist, the devil drops like a stone, finally vanishing into nothingness in the instant before it lands.
[16:53] <Ebiris> Meanwhile Puk'lor's Karach blade likewise curves around in the sky and retreats back the way it came, only to be caught in the monk's waiting hand. "Was that the only one?" he asks dourly, looking around the decimated campsite.
[16:54] <Alveria> "Well, I didn't see any more," mutters Alveria, heading into the flames to recover what's recoverable out of her stuff.
[16:54] * Amonet picks Marjorie back up and goes to do likewise.
[16:55] * Gourash scouts out where it fell first.
[16:56] <Ebiris> Most of Alveria's belongings aren't too bad off, her backpack at least more flame retardant than the tent was, despite a few singes, and the magical items don't seem at all bothered. Her smokestick appears to have went partially off, leaking some inky smoke, but everything else looks fine. Amonet finds the situation much the same with her own tent.
[16:57] <Ebiris> Gourash can see no sign of the devil where it fell. It apparently vanished without a trace before striking the ground.
[16:57] * Gourash returns to the camp then, satisified.
[17:01] <Ebiris> "It appears the Githyanki are trying to wear us down before they attack in force," Puk'lor surmises, putting away his weapon which shifts back into its neutral form. "They may come again before the night is out."
[17:01] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Alvie
[17:02] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[17:02] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 6." [1d20=1]
[17:03] -> *Alveria* For a moment you feel... empty. Something's gone, leaving a dull hole within you. Whatever that strange power you felt earlier was, it's gone, now... and it feels like it took a part of you with it.
[17:04] <Alveria> "Argh! Stop using that thing!" snaps Alveria, rounding on Puk'Lor. "Every time you do.. something.. with it, something happens in my head, and I don't know what!"
[17:05] * Gourash eyes the ever so crazy magegirl.
[17:06] <Ebiris> Puk'lor looks momentarily taken aback by Alveria's outburst. "I apologise," he murmurs, not sounding very sympathetic. "It could be that what is in your head reacts to the will I exercise upon my Karach blade. If it is your will I shall refrain, though it will deny us a potent weapon."
[17:06] <Alveria> "Oh.. man, it's just too weird," mutters Alveria. "Maybe if you do it lots of times I'll get used to it."
[17:07] <Alveria> "I guess we'll find out some other time, when we're not under threat of imminent death."
[17:07] <Ebiris> "Truly, we have more pressing concerns," the monk agrees sollemnly.
[17:07] <Amonet> "I remember such times," Amonet murmurs. "How long has it been...?"
[17:09] <Alveria> "A couple months. Maybe a bit longer," mutters Alveria. "Life is sure fucked up."
[17:10] * Gourash grunts, sitting down on a nearby log.
[17:11] <Ebiris> "So are we just going to sit around and wait for the next freakshow to come harass us or what?" Marjorie pipes up. "I mean, if they're not spying on us with magic, they must be following us then, right?"
[17:12] <Amonet> "How far are we from our goal?"
[17:12] <Alveria> "Half a week or so."
[17:13] <Amonet> "We can walk a day, and I will pray for spells to alleviate our tiredness," Amonet proposes. "They won't be enough for everyone, but some of us could ride the broom instead. We could use this method to get through the days necessary."
[17:14] * Gourash stands, "Fine...let us march on then."
[17:14] <Alveria> *Eagan indicates he has two such spells, too.
[17:15] <Ebiris> "If it is your will, I can transport us to the Outlands or Limbo right now, and leave the pursuing Githyanki behind until they discern your location with other means," Puk'lor offers. "Though I cannot guarantee where we will arrive."
[17:15] <Amonet> "Let us leave that for the last resort," Amonet tells Puk'lor, before going to collect the rest of her (mostly magical-now) belongings.
[17:16] <Alveria> "Right. I'm not exactly loaded with spells, but they should last us long enough," replies Alveria, eventually.
[17:21] <Ebiris> And so the brave party of adventurers packs up their dishevelled campsite and continues forging on into the night. Soon night gives way to dawn, and scant hours later do they leave the forest behind, emerging onto the rolling hills that herald the beginning of their ascent to the cloud-wreathed mountains ahead. Blessings from Torm and Horus Re help the group ward off tiredness as they forge onwards. (more)
[17:24] <Ebiris> Passing through one low and grassy valley, the group can see a river ahead, with a dirt road seeming to run alongside it, Northwest to Southeast. At a point conveniently along the direction they are headed, a sturdy stone bridge spans the slow moving river. A figure seems to be sitting on the middle of the bridge, legs dangling over the side, and visible even from several hundred yards away as the group approaches.
[17:24] <Alveria> Well, go him, thinks Alveria, an increasingly irritable and sour companion to be shackled with as the hours roll by.
[17:30] * Gourash follows their guide Puk'lor onwards, not paying much attention to the figure in the distance.
[17:34] <Alveria> "I don't get it. How do people live without magic?" mutters Alveria, darkly. "I haven't been able to cast a spell all day because I'm conserving them, and it's like not eating or sleeping! Well, I'm not doing much of them, either..."
[17:35] <Amonet> "Are you going into withdrawal, Alveria?" Amonet asks worriedly. "Perhaps you should use a cantrip to feel better...."
[17:36] <Alveria> "No way! I might need it, and I might not be able to get it back soon! You never know when you'll need a light."
[17:37] * Alveria continues to stomp towards the bridge, it's not like she stops walking because she enters a new area!
[17:37] <Ebiris> As the party gets closer, they can see the person on the bridge appears to be holding a crude fishing pole... and also looks about twice the size of an ordinary human, perhaps explaining why he was easily noticable at a far distance.
[17:38] <Amonet> "Hello!" Amonet calls out once she's within hearing range of the person.
[17:38] * Gourash eyes the ogre or giant or some such, trying to make out what it is as they  get closer, but not too c oncerned.
[17:39] * Alveria just looks like this is the most annoying thing she's seen all day.
[17:40] <Ebiris> The figure turns his head as the group reaches the bridge. He does appear to be an ogre, albeit one wearing surprisingly well made leather armour. Turning his bald head towards the group, he smiles widely. "Hello!" he waves back, getting up and setting his fishing pole aside. "You wants to cross Thogg's Bridge?" he enquires cheerfully, seeming quite happy to be yelling at the group from a distance as he exuberantly waves.
[17:41] <Alveria> "This bridge is public property, dammit!"
[17:41] * Gourash picks up Alveria and politely shuffles her to the back of the group, letting Amonet speak.
[17:41] * Gourash for orcish versions of polite.
[17:42] <Ebiris> "Who public? Thogg am own bridge since Thogg am live here," the ogre replies, sounding confused. "Thogg let people cross if people pay toll! Thogg... Thogg am entrep... entrep... Thogg am bridge guy!"
[17:44] <Amonet> "But it is so much better when people are friendly to each other!" Amonet declares, practically beaming at the ogre. "Making travelers pay a toll when they can just tell you an entertaining story that would last you a lifetime... why not choose the latter?"
[17:46] <Ebiris> "That no how econo... ec? Um... that no how things work!" Thogg replies, still beaming back in an alarmingly cherub-like manner. "Money what make world go 'round! Thogg good student of econ... good student of money!"
[17:47] <Amonet> "Doing anything at all for money, no matter how bad, is clearly wrong!" Amonet lectures him sternly. "If Alveria here offered you money to go and kill githyanki that have never harmed you before, would you do that?"
[17:48] <Alveria> "-Amonet, you know what I said about not borrowing money?"
[17:48] <Alveria> "Well, I was *joking*."
[17:48] <Alveria> "It's actually *totally ok*, and I need to borrow some right now."
[17:48] <Amonet> "Umm. How much?"
[17:48] <Alveria> "Er. Thogg! How much do you want to go and kill githyanki that have never harmed you before?"
[17:49] * Amonet startles, looking at Alveria in shock.
[17:50] * Gourash quirks his head. "Thogg, what is your toll?"
[17:51] * Gourash pointedly ignoring the two woman bickering over the right and wrong of money at thogg.
[17:52] <Ebiris> "Githwhat?" Thogg looks... well, he already looks confused, but now even moreso. "Thogg used to kill lots!" he then announces, picking up a large club and waving it around. "Then Thogg find smart little man who teach Thogg about econ.. capital... stuff! He teach stuff so Thogg no eat him! Thogg learn stuff! Now Thogg guard bridge and am mightyfine ogre in community!"
[17:52] <Ebiris> He then pauses at Alveria's offer. "Um... Thogg never think he get paid for killing Githings... Thogg toll is one silver, so um... Thogg kill Githings if you give Thogg... Five hundred silver? Thogg can retire if he that rich! That capitalist dream!"
[17:52] * Gourash offers Thogg one silver, "I can pass then?"
[17:52] <Ebiris> Thogg reaches out to take the coin with a wide grin. "Tank you!"
[17:53] * Gourash lets him have it and crosses, turning back once he reaches the other side to see if his companions had stopped arguing.
[17:53] <Alveria> "Oh, awesome! I'll take you up on that," proclaims Alveria, fishing around in her pockets for the gold. "Remember, if the Gith say they're going to pay you more, they're lying scum who actually want to kill you and take your money!"
[17:53] <Ebiris> Puk'lor wordlessly hands the ogre a coin and likewise crosses the river.
[17:54] <Ebiris> "Thogg never seen five hundred silver!" he rubs his hands together in glee. "You no trick Thogg since he no sure he can count that high?"
[17:54] * Gourash eyes puk'lor. "Let go.  They catch up later," Gourash shrugged. "Which way from here?"
[17:54] <Alveria> "Alveria will pay you with better stuff than silver," she pronounces. "Alveria will pay you with gold! And every piece of gold is worth *ten* silvers!"
[17:55] * Amonet gives Alveria the evil eye and pays the silver coin before crossing.
[17:55] <Alveria> "-man, even I'm mixing up pronouns, now," she mumbles to herself.
[17:55] <Ebiris> "We should probably wait in case the Githyanki catches up whilst she... negotiates?" Puk'lor hazards, looking back.
[17:56] <Ebiris> "Gold worth ten silver?!" Thogg seems utterly shocked. "But... that no can be true! Nice gnome always gives Thogg five shiny silver coins whenever Thogg gives him stupid gold monies!"
[17:57] * Gourash eyes back, his face obviously straining to consider to care as Amonet.
[17:57] <Gourash> *Keylin pays and crosses as well.
[17:57] <Alveria> "He should be giving you ten!" allows Alveria. "But I'll give you twice as much if you want." I mean, it's like no problem, that's only a hundred...
[17:57] <Gourash> "We go now?" He shrugs at Amonet as well.
[17:59] <Ebiris> "H'okay!" Thogg grins, holding out his oversized hands to accept Alveria's money. "Where Thogg find Githings?"
[17:59] <Alveria> "They'll probably come this way," replies Alveria. "And, well, if they don't, you just made some free money! That's economics for you."
[18:00] * Alveria briefly describes the appearance of the Gith to the ogre!
[18:00] * Alveria is careful to accentuate how different teh Githyanki are from the Githzerai, too.
[18:01] <Ebiris> "Pretty elf smart!" Thogg beams, shovelling the currency into a sack tied to his waist. "Thogg no let Githings pass, instead he make them smash!" he declares, gleefully pounding a fist into his palm. "You like Thogg rhyme?"
[18:03] <Alveria> "-er, it's brilliant," adds Alveria. "Well, later!" She flips him an extra silver piece and crosses the bridge. "Hey, hey, this is a great opportunity! If they're following us normally, they'll run into that guy, and then we can hide here-" she throws a hand at the nearby bushes- "-and when they're dealing with him, we'll jump out and smash them, too!"
[18:04] <Ebiris> "Isn't that a bit mean? I mean, sure he's big, but I think those Githyanki will tear him to bits," Marjorie comments uneasily.
[18:05] <Amonet> "Do you think we should follow this mean-spirited plan to help him if the gith arrive?" Amonet asks Marjorie.
[18:05] <Alveria> "Better him than me. He was engaging in banditry, so he's got more of a fighting chance than the law would normally allow," snorts Alveria.
[18:07] <Ebiris> "He didn't actually threaten us or rob us or anything. I don't think that counts as banditry," the lance observes. "I dunno, he seemed harmless until you started offering him more money than he's ever heard of in order to kill people for you."
[18:10] <Alveria> "No, he was just charging us money to cross his bridge, and probably wouldn't have let us pass if we hadn't paid," replies Alveria, coldly. "Anyway, why the hell does it matter? What's wrong with killing Githyanki? It's not like I'm having him hunt down peasants or anything."
[18:11] <Amonet> "I think Marjorie is more concerned for the ogre," Amonet says quietly.
[18:11] <Ebiris> "It's more the fact that you're sending him to certain death in hopes he just might slow them down that bothers me," Marjorie agrees.
[18:12] <Alveria> "If they were coming this way anyway, you think the gith would pay the toll?" snorts Alveria.
[18:12] <Alveria> "They sure wouldn't!"
[18:12] <Alveria> "They'd kill him for the insult."
[18:12] <Alveria> "This way, he'll strike first."
[18:13] <Ebiris> Marjorie sighs heavily at Alveria's reasoning. "Maybe you're right. But I don't have to like it."
[18:13] <Amonet> "Then we must decide whether to stay and wait or leave."
[18:14] <Alveria> "Shouldn't that be an obvious choice for you, given what you've said?" replies Alveria, raising an eyebrow.
[18:14] * Gourash eyes. "If we wait, they will come and they'll kill him," He shrugged.
[18:14] <Gourash> "Best we do is  leave."
[18:14] <Ebiris> "If we continue on without resting, the Githyanki may not catch up to us at all before we reach the portal," Puk'lor points out, agreeing with Gourash.
[18:16] * Alveria purses her lips. "It's true that they can't follow us without the orb we've got," she remarks, though she sounds a little uneasy, now. "Ugh.. I don't know now..."
[18:17] <Gourash> "Next time, make no fun of other businessmen," Gourash growled, and started walking.
[18:18] <Alveria> "'Business'. So that's what they call it," mutters Alveria, starting off after Gourash. It didn't seem like anyone was too enthused, anyway.
[18:18] * Amonet glances at Marjorie. "We could stay, if you want to," she offers.
[18:20] <Ebiris> "I..." Marjorie sounds hesitant for a moment, before her voice firms. "I have an idea. Miss Alveria will probably get mad at me, but I don't care."
[18:21] <Amonet> "What is your idea?"
[18:22] <Ebiris> "I could scare him off with an illusion so that he won't be here when the Githyanki catch up... hopefully," her voice does waver a bit at the end, not sounding entirely certain.
[18:23] <Amonet> "It could backfire. There is still a chance the gith aren't following us, but scrying for Alveria before appearing next to us. Your plan, however, could end with us coming to blows with the ogre. I'm not sure I could put him down without harming him."
[18:24] * Gourash stays ahead of the party for the moment, scanning the routes ahead and not very pleased with any of the recent turns of events, reflecting on it in the peace of the wilderness.
[18:25] <Ebiris> "He'll die anyway if we do nothing," the lance reasons bitterly. "I don't have to... if you tell me not to, if you want me to save my powers... then we can leave him to whatever happens."
[18:25] <Amonet> "Thogg," Amonet calls out to the ogre. "You said you have enough to retire now, right?"
[18:25] <Ebiris> As Gourash and the rest of the party forge onwards, it looks like past this valley the terrain takes a turn for the rocky, mountains now starting in earnest.
[18:26] <Ebiris> "Huh?" Thogg looks up from where he's resumed fishing. "That right! Thogg now able to live life of idle lu-cks-u-ry!" he declares happily.
[18:26] <Amonet> "Then there is no need to work anymore and collect the toll, right?"
[18:28] <Ebiris> "Dats right. Thogg just wait till Githings show up so he can smash, then Thogg can go live in village with no more work ever!" the capitalist ogre yells back.
[18:28] <Amonet> "Why don't you come with us? There are just as likely to be gith where we are going as some passing here. It would make no difference to you, it seems."
[18:31] <Ebiris> "Huh? Thogg no sure... Um... okay! Thogg come along if you want. But he no go too far - Thogg wants go home before it gets dark, okay?" he replies, gathering up his belongings and rising, before following after Amonet.
[18:31] <Amonet> "We are very close to our goal," Amonet assures him. "If I can walk that far without feeling tired, surely so can someone as strong as you."
[18:32] <Ebiris> "Haha, Thogg strong but he lazy, too!" the ogre replies, laughing obnoxiously.
[18:32] * Amonet starts going after the others, trying to catch up without losing Thogg behind, giving Marjorie a smile.
[18:33] <Ebiris> "Thanks, Amonet," Marjorie murmurs as the unlikely trio catch up with the rest of the group...