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Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on May 20, 2007, 02:09:31 PM

Loot

Trade Goods

Rogue Stone - 3,000gp

Magic Items -300gp ID costs

1 Flaming Composite Longbow (+5) +1 - 8,000gp
1 Mace of Disruption +1 - 18,000gp
1 Mithril Breastplate of Light Fortification +2 - 13,000gp
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1 Bag (Moderate Conjuration)

Marjorie the Holy Lance (Upgraded)
Int: 13, Wis: 11, Cha: 22
Communication: Speech (Common, Sylvan)
Capabilities: Two lesser (1/day Major Image (DC 19), 1/day Magic Circle against Evil), One Major (Constant effect Daylight - automatically dispels magical darkness of 3rd level or lower)
Caster Level: 8th
Senses: 120ft Darkvision and Hearing
Alignment: Neutral Good
Weapon Traits: +2, Holy, Ghost Touch
Ego: 16

Experience

Negotiating with Nasfreiyin - 200XP
Convincing Xaos Gate Guards that Alveria is Queen of Evermeet - 800XP
Saving Peterson from the Leopard - 50XP
Acquiring Magic License - 250XP
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1 Erinyes - 800XP
1 Mercykiller Battallion - 700XP
1 Mercykiller Sergeant (Fighter 5) - 160XP
1 Stabby Elf (Rogue 5) - 160XP
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Amonet's bonus for being a level behind and destroying half the town - 1,500XP
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1 Oswald Firestarter (Wizard 10) - 800XP
1 Anarchic Bison - 50XP

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on May 20, 2007, 02:10:20 PM

[15:20] <Ebiris> Continuing their hike into the mountains, the party says goodbye to Thogg only a short time after meeting him, thankfully without encountering any Githyanki. Indeed, the rest of the trip is blessedly free of impediment, only some minor rain and hailstones on the last leg of the journey before they reach the portal, but not a sign of monsters or bandits or Githyanki. (more)
[15:22] <Ebiris> Finally, the group reach the location designated by Cassandra. It looks like a building used to stand here, but now little more than the foundations and an outline of collapsed bricks mark the structure nestled into a difficult to reach plateau on the mountains... all that seems to be left is a short stairway towards the middle of the former building, visible from a distance, with a large stone ring set vertically atop the stairs.
[15:26] * Gourash looks around as they approach, climbing up the short stairway and glancing at the ring of stone. "So how we open portal?"
[15:26] * Alveria scratches her head. "I think we're supposed to take the key to it, and then it'll open for a short while. We might need to link hands or something," she offers.
[15:28] <Ebiris> As soon as Gourash steps onto the stairs, a thrumming noise is heard from the stone circle, before the air inside it begins to mist over. After a second, the mist clears, but instead of simply seeing the mountains and ruins beyond, the group can now see what appears to be a natural cavern with worked stone pillars scattered throughout, luminescent fungus growing out of the cracks and providing dim illumination on the other side.
[15:29] <Alveria> "See? There we go," remarks Alveria, starting to head over to the portal herself.
[15:29] <Eagan> "Simple enough.."
[15:30] * Amonet heads there as well.
[15:30] * Gourash nods, taking a look back while the others headed up, scanning the land behind them reflexively for any signs of trouble. "Let go then. Simple."
[15:30] * Keylin stays with the rest of the group, staying silent as her eyes continue to dart around looking for possible sources of trouble
[15:31] * Eagan slings his Morningstar up and rests it on his shoulder, whistling to himself as he goes.
[15:33] <Ebiris> Stepping through the portal is a familiar experience for most of the party, not dissimilar from the one that led to near Marjorie's old home. There is a brief sensation of weightlessness, before stepping out onto the other side.
[15:33] <Ebiris> For all that you're now allegedly on another plane of existence, it sure doesn't feel any different than a cave anywhere on Faerun - the ground is solid beneath your feet, the air's a little damp, but not unpleasant.
[15:33] <Ebiris> Looking about, you see a stone circle behind you just like the one you travelled through, and six stone pillars are set before it, three on each side. The cave seems to stretch on a short ways past you're arrival point before curving to the right.
[15:35] * Gourash heads through taking up the rear for the moment, though quickly moving back to the front as soon as they're through.
[15:35] * Alveria sighs, stretching out tired limbs. "Everyone alright after that? I never get used to that..."
[15:35] * Eagan takes a position after Gourash.
[15:35] <Amonet> "It was rather fun, actually!"
[15:35] <Gourash> "This chaos?" Gourash wondered, eying the cave.
[15:36] <Ebiris> "I am well," Puk'lor affirms, stepping off the stairwell and briefly looking around at the unadorned and cracked pillars. "Someone built this, but probably a long time ago. I doubt the original inhabitants are still present."
[15:37] <Alveria> "Cassandra would have warned us if there was serious danger here," remarks Alveria. "So if anyone tries to stop us, they're a new development... anyhow, let's go."
[15:37] * Gourash nods and strides forward down the cave, following it around the curve.
[15:37] <Alveria> "Oh, and we're not in Limbo yet," she adds. "We're in the Outlands- we're heading to another portal that will take us to Limbo, where we can hopefully get teleported straight to our real destination. Luck be with us, we won't need to set foot in Limbo proper."
[15:38] <Amonet> "Ah, now you've jinxed us all!" Amonet exclaims.
[15:39] <Keylin> "I dunno, I think we got jinxed some time ago. Just look at our luck recently?" Keylin jokes, though not with a lot of humor, still remembering the helpless feeling of being a rat.
[15:39] <Ebiris> With Gourash taking the lead, the party makes their way around the curve ahead - while the walls and ceiling are rough and unworked, the floor appears to have been artifically flattened, making it easy to traverse - in fact, there appear to be rough stairs here and there when the surface begins to incline upwards. (more)
[15:39] <Alveria> "There's no such thing as jinxes," pouts Alveria. "Just think of all the bad stuff that's happened to us WITHOUT any karmic reason!"
[15:40] <Eagan> "Indeed. I feel the Lady of Luck is too amused by our hardships to lend us much of a hand.."
[15:40] <Gourash> "Gourash think we more than unlucky. Gourash think it bad luck to talk of bad luck," He shrugged.
[15:40] <Ebiris> Even without the illumination shed by Marjorie, the strange mushrooms growing out of the damp surfaces shed their own eerie glow, letting the party see well enough. The passage twists and turns a few times more before opening out into a larger chamber. (more)
[15:42] <Ebiris> Here there appears to be a deep pond of purple-blackish water on one side, with another passage ahead which begins to curve upwards more steeply. Also, looking up, the party can see a ledge high above, opposite from the body of water.
[15:42] * Alveria peers at the ledge- is it just a ledge, or does it look like it goes somewhere?
[15:43] * Gourash sniffs a bit as he glances into the water for a moment, curious as to its purple-blackish hue.
[15:44] <Ebiris> Alveria can't see much past the lip, but considering the curvature of the ceiling above, it does look like it extends a decent ways. As far as Gourash can see, the water colouration appears to be partly from the glowing fungus, and partly from some cloudy dark stuff permeating the water and rendering it opaque. There's no way to see how deep it goes.
[15:44] <Ebiris> OOC: listen checks
[15:45] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3 ears!
[15:45] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 ears! and gets 6." [1d20=3]
[15:45] <Eagan> roll d20+7
[15:45] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+7 and gets 12." [d20=5]
[15:45] <Gourash> roll 1d20+11
[15:45] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+11 and gets 28." [1d20=17]
[15:46] -> *Gourash* You can hear a faint crackling noise from above, past that ledge on your right. Sounds like a small fire?
[15:46] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[15:46] <Keylin> roll 1d20+12
[15:46] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 14." [1d20=9]
[15:46] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+12 and gets 17." [1d20=5]
[15:49] * Gourash quirks his head and gestures to the ledge, speaking softly. "Gourash hear people up there...maybe small campfire. Hard to tell."
[15:49] <Alveria> "Shall we pay a visit?" questions Alveria. "They might be keeping watch or something."
[15:50] <Gourash> "Might be only route out," Gourash suggested, noting the direction of the continuing path.
[15:50] <Eagan> "It'd be rude not to greet our hosts.."
[15:50] <Amonet> "Want to take the first flight with me, Alveria?"
[15:51] <Alveria> "Actually, no. If they're of the immediately-hostile variety, I can support you from down here," responds Alveria, shrugging. "Or just fly up myself."
[15:51] <Alveria> "So you could take Eagan or Gourash."
[15:52] * Amonet is ready to take whomever wishes up.
[15:53] <Eagan> "Take Gourash. I stay behind so we have some backup magic."
[15:54] * Amonet takes Gourash up!
[15:59] * Gourash shakes his head. "Can't fight well floating about on stick," Gourash shrugged. "Take Keylin. She can shoot if they're trouble while you escape quickly."
[15:59] <Alveria> "On second thoughts, alright, let's go," continues Alveria, doing a 180 spin (physically) and getting on the broom.
[15:59] <Amonet> Glowing with divine power, Amonet flies them up!
[16:05] <Ebiris> Spiralling upwards, Amonet and Alveria find themselves before a large open space with three passages seen coming off of it - one on the left angling downwards, one straight ahead that curves sharply left, and one to the right that seems inclined upwards. About sixty feet away between the middle and right passages is a small campfire with three blue-skinned goblins sat at it.
[16:05] <Ebiris> One of them spots the glowing duo and cries out some alarmed gibberish, prompting the three to spring to their feet and look over in surprise.
[16:05] -> *Keylin* You can hear yelling in Goblinoid from above. The gist seems to be, "Intruders! They must have come for the mistress - we need to sound the alarm!" "How the hell did they come from that direction, though?!" "We're doomed!"
[16:06] * Amonet smiles at the goblins brilliantly, giving them a happy wave and keeping Marjorie sheathed. "Hello!" she says in Common. "We mean you no harm!"
[16:07] <Amonet> roll 1d20+13 'cause Alvie asked~
[16:07] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+13 'cause Alvie asked~ and gets 22." [1d20=9]
[16:08] <Ebiris> The goblins look petrified and yell some more gibberish before running off, two to the right and one down the middle passage!
[16:08] -> *Keylin* "What's she saying?" "It's casting a spell! Run!" "Get the mistress, she'll know what to do!" is what you hear after Amonet's greeting.
[16:08] <Alveria> "Er... that's not good, is it?" mumbles Alveria. "Maybe we should, uh, go."
[16:09] <Amonet> "Maybe in their culture, how I greeted them is a horrible insult to their mothers?" Amonet frets, taking the broom back to the ground.
[16:09] <Alveria> "Don't be silly! Goblins don't care about their mothers," replies Alveria, tutting.
[16:10] <Eagan> "Do goblins even know who their mothers are?"
[16:10] <Ebiris> "I presume it did not go well?" Puk'lor deadpans.
[16:11] <Gourash> "Goblin ambush to come?" Gourash stood. "We head up as group now."
[16:11] * Gourash surmised from the jokes on goblins.
[16:11] <Amonet> "There were blue goblins. They ran away."
[16:12] <Alveria> "This'll be one for the biographies," remarks Alveria.
[16:12] <Gourash> "Blue goblin must need hiding badly," Gourash started up the path.
[16:12] * Alveria trails after the doughty warrior. "Well, hey, if they don't bother us, we won't bother- oh, crap! Too late."
[16:13] <Keylin> "Should we stick around here? They already think we're going to stir up trouble," Keylin asks.
[16:13] <Alveria> "This is the only way to go!"
[16:13] <Gourash> "Gourash no like waiting for arrow hail from above."
[16:13] <Eagan> "Who's taking point with Gourash?"
[16:15] <Keylin> "I should, I suppose. I'm probably most likely to spot an ambush, and there's a pretty good chance we'll be walking into one if we keep moving down this path." Keylin frowns as she looks ahead. "Not the kind of situation I want to walk into, really."
[16:15] <Eagan> "I'll be right behind you, then."
[16:16] * Amonet is all too happy to walk besides Alveria, intent on guarding her if the need comes.
[16:16] * Alveria is just a barrel of fun.
[16:16] <Ebiris> And so the party heads up the passageway, which twists and turns a few times before coming to a split, one path branching off perpendicular to the one you're on. The new branch seems to level off more, while the one you're on continues angling upwards.
[16:17] <Alveria> "We should go away from where the goblins are," proposes Alveria.
[16:17] <Gourash> "Up it is?" Gourash suggested.
[16:18] <Amonet> "They were above us."
[16:19] * Keylin bends down near the path splits, checking to see if she can find which path is most likely to be headed to the goblins based on tracks and whatnot. "Hmmm..."
[16:19] <Ebiris> OOC: survival check
[16:19] <Keylin> roll 1d20+3
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+3 and gets 4." [1d20=1]
[16:19] <Keylin> ooc: figures
[16:19] <Ebiris> Keylin can't really tell the difference.
[16:20] <Keylin> "I can't tell the difference between the paths," Keylin says dissapointed before looking at Gourash and Amnet. "Think either of you can tell which path is more worn from travel?"
[16:20] * Gourash checks as well.
[16:20] <Ebiris> OOC: survival check
[16:21] <Gourash> roll 1d20+11
[16:21] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+11 and gets 22." [1d20=11]
[16:22] <Ebiris> Gourash isn't entirely sure, since neither path appears especially well travelled, but there are rough stairs continuing upwards, while the level path appears a bit rougher and less worn than rest of the cavern floor back the way you came.
[16:23] <Gourash> "Gourash think this new," He pointed down the path. "These old," He pointed up the stairs. "Also, goblins that way," He nodded, demonstrating admirable command of linguistics.
[16:23] <Gourash> *pointing to the level path.
[16:23] <Alveria> "Ah. Well, we should probably go up the old path, then, if it's been around for ages, it's probably been leading to the surface for ages," considers Alveria, shrugging.
[16:24] * Gourash nods in agreement, already starting to walk up. "Leave little goblins be."
[16:24] <Keylin> "Works for me."
[16:26] <Ebiris> The path continues to wind on and upwards for a few more minutes before it emerges onto the area Alveria and Amonet saw earlier. The little campfire continues to burn between the middle passage and the one opposite where the party emerged from, some debris and deritrus scattered from the goblin's hasty departure. No sign of the goblins themselves, however.
[16:27] <Alveria> OOC: Sorry, what directions can we go from here, again?
[16:27] <Eagan> "I can't help but feeling like we're about to face up to a few dozen goblins soon.."
[16:27] <Ebiris> OOC: Left (the middle passage from when you were on the broom) and straight ahead (right from when you were on the broom)
[16:27] <Gourash> "Gourash guess wrong," He frowned, looking over the paths.
[16:28] <Keylin> "Shall we turn around then?" Keylin asks, as she pulls out her bow and arrow, deciding to have them at hand.
[16:28] <Alveria> "Can anyone speak goblin?"
[16:30] <Keylin> "I can, though I primarily used it to insult them rather than try to make diplomatic moves," Keylin mentions.
[16:30] <Alveria> "Curb your natural impulse if we meet them again?" queries Alveria. "We want to go up, so I think we should keep going this way."
[16:31] * Gourash nods. "Not exploring like dungeon, we want exit," He agreed.
[16:32] * Keylin sighs, but nods. "Well, if I can curb my impulse to leave Gourash full of holes because he's got orc blood, I'm sure I can resist insulting a few goblins," the scout mutters under her breath.
[16:32] <Gourash> "Gourash appreciate Keylin's desire to retain head attached to puny neck," He grinned toothily.
[16:33] <Alveria> "The purple dragons themselves would admire our comraderie," deadpans Alveria, starting to head onward.
[16:34] <Ebiris> "I feel the same way about elves sometimes," Marjorie agrees supportively. "But Miss Alveria hates Dark Elves too, so it just shows you can't make generalisations."
[16:35] * Keylin nods. "True enough. Gourash is just a big teddy bear compared to those monsters back home."
[16:35] <Alveria> "Don't COMPARE me with those freaks!"
[16:36] <Ebiris> "Sorry, but it's the ears! I bet I'd still have nightmares, if I ever slept!" the intelligent weapon whimpers in reply.
[16:36] * Gourash blinks at line, harumphing.
[16:37] * Keylin chuckles.
[16:38] <Alveria> "Dark elves are like an entirely different species! It's like Githyanki to Githzerai," mutters Alveria.
[16:39] <Ebiris> "I guess so," Marjorie agrees thoughtfully. "But still, aside from the skin and the eyes, you look identical!"
[16:39] <Alveria> "And the hair!"
[16:39] * Eagan yawns.
[16:39] <Ebiris> "Except less provocatively dressed, I suppose. But Miss Cassandra had hair like one of them!"
[16:39] <Eagan> "So.. Up? Goblins?"
[16:40] <Alveria> "Yes, up, up. Maybe we'll run into some drow, and I can show you how different I am from them," mutters Alveria. "For starters, they have spell resis- it's not frigging fair, I tells you."
[16:44] * Gourash walks along beside keylin as they begin their way on the upward path.
[16:46] <Ebiris> And so the group continues upwards, finding the path ahead angling upwards and opening out into a wider chamber... a wider chamber with wooden barricades set up, and over a dozen bow-wielding goblins crouched behind them and peeking over, with more on ledges on either side.
[16:46] <Ebiris> But in the middle, set apart from all the goblins, stands a woman. She dresses in simple and unflattering travelling clothes, sturdy brown pants and leather boots, and a rough grey tunic. Yet despite her plain attire, it still seems to sit on her with more grace than the most decadant noble's dress. Crystal blue eyes set above high cheekbones, a pert little nose, and pouty red lips make up her face, surrounded by waves of cascading honey-blonde hair.
[16:46] <Ebiris> And from her back jut a pair of pink skin-toned leather batwings, flexing idly as she looks down the passage towards the approaching party. "Please, set aside your weapons!" she calls, still perhaps eighty or so feet away. "We do not wish to fight you!"
[16:47] <Ebiris> waves of cascading honey-blonde hair.
[16:47] <Alveria> "Er, ok! We just want to go to the surface," offers Alveria, blinking. "Nope, no intention of fighting."
[16:48] <Eagan> "Well.. This is charmingly odd.."
[16:48] <Ebiris> Her face lights up in relief. "Wonderful! I had feared you were sent by that cursed devil... but how did you get into these caverns, then?"
[16:48] * Gourash blinks and quirks his head at the odd sight. "Devil? We from other plane."
[16:48] <Alveria> "We plane-shifted through the portal," affirms Alveria.
[16:50] <Ebiris> "Portal? You mean that gate in the old ruins? I had always wondered what that was... Tell me, how did you activate it?" she asks, focusing on Alveria.
[16:50] <Ebiris> OOC: Will save, Alvie
[16:50] <Alveria> OOC: lol deflected
[16:50] <Alveria> OOC: Wait, how far away are they from us?
[16:51] <Ebiris> OOC: Actually, wait, you're out of range for that. Nevermind.
[16:51] <Alveria> OOC: 'kay.
[16:51] <Ebiris> OOC: you're 80ft or so if you stopped
[16:51] <Alveria> OOC: What's the range on her stare/charm/?
[16:51] <Amonet> "May we pass now?" Amonet asks, smiling sweely.
[16:52] <Ebiris> OOC: Charm Monster has a range of 55ft if she's a regular succubus
[16:52] <Alveria> OOC: 'kay
[16:53] <Alveria> "Oh, it was active when I got to it," replies Alveria, cheerily. "Would you like us to escort you out? I think I can figure out how to open it again."
[16:55] <Ebiris> "I was merely curious, though it would be nice to know. You are travellers from the Prime, yes? Well... except for the Gith, I suppose. What brings you to this little corner of the Outlands?" she asks, her voice lilting musically as she banters, not seeming to have any of the harshness that shouting over this distance would usually engender.
[16:56] <Alveria> "Planehopping, it's all the rage," replies Alveria, tapping her foot. "You know, money, glory, gold, honour, all that rot."
[16:56] <Eagan> "Glory here."
[16:56] * Eagan raises his hand.
[16:57] <Amonet> "We are going with our friend," Amonet adds, nodding at Puk'Lor.
[16:58] <Ebiris> The winged woman nods understandingly. "Hunting Mind Flayers or something like that? If you're looking for adventure and profit, however, perhaps I could be so bold as to offer a small suggestion?" she asks, bearing a perfect set of pearly white teeth as she smiles.
[16:59] <Amonet> "What suggestion would that be?" Amonet asks cautiously.
[16:59] <Gourash> "Gourash listening. Gourash welcome financial offer to deal with trouble," Gourash suggested.
[17:03] <Ebiris> "We are near the Portal Town of Xaos - it is a place that usually borders closely with Limbo, and I myself resided there. Unfortunately, a hateful embodiment of Law and Evil has recently arrived and forced me to flee for my life."
[17:03] <Ebiris> "Even now, she and her fascist followers are imposing their own brutal ethics upon the populace - half those poor fools actually believe she's an angel of justice, and the other half don't care. If you were to deal with her, I would be extremely grateful..." she trails off, looking over the group with a warm smile.
[17:04] <Alveria> "So.. an erinyes?" queries Alveria, suddenly coughing.
[17:05] <Ebiris> "The quintessential fallen angel, indeed," The succubus nods. "Ah, forgive me, in all the excitement of meeting, I forgot to even introduce myself - you can call me Nasfreiyin," she curtsies elegantly. The goblins just appear to be looking on in confusion at the whole thing, though a few have set down their weapons.
[17:06] * Amonet gives the goblins a wave.
[17:06] * Alveria snickers. Snorts. And then bursts out into full gut-busting laughter, clunching her stomach in slight, but hilarious, pain.
[17:06] <Ebiris> One of the goblins hesitantly waves back, before being whapped on the back of his head by his neighbour.
[17:07] * Keylin raises an eyebrow and looks at Alveria strangely before giving a questioning look to the others as if asking 'What the -hell- is she on about this time?'
[17:07] <Ebiris> "What's so funny?" Marjorie whispers. "Aside from the nice demon lady asking us to kill another demon for her, I guess."
[17:07] * Gourash considers, not showing any real disapproval to the job, outside of his original 'pay us for it' notion.
[17:07] <Alveria> "Ah.. ah.. sorry, um, no, it just.. struck me as funny," mumbles Alveria, straightening up. "Er. Where is this hateful creature?" she asks, obviously having trouble keeping a straight face. "As my muscular companion says, if the price is right..."
[17:08] * Amonet tilts her head. "I suppose if there is a bad demon around who is hurting everyone, we should go stop it...."
[17:08] <Ebiris> Nasfreiyin looks a bit put out at Alveria's mirth. "It's no laughing matter! At this rate, Xaos could slip completely to the side of order and tyranny unless she's stopped!"
[17:09] <Ebiris> "That could hamper our search for the portal," Puk'lor murmurs, though seeming to lack any strong feelings one way or the other.
[17:11] <Gourash> "Gourash understand trouble. Gourash more mercenary... willing to deal with problem, if profit involved."
[17:13] <Ebiris> "I could reward you with secret arcane lore," Nasfreiyin offers, voice sibilant and tempting, "Or precious gems. Besides that, I know for a fact that Shayeera has a Mace of Disruption she took from a slain angel - there would be profit galore for killing her even if I were to give you nothing."
[17:14] * Gourash eyes others. "Gems sound good," speaking softly so that they could somewhat privately negociate.
[17:15] <Alveria> "Arcane lore sounds better," argues Alveria.
[17:16] <Gourash> "Both?" Gourash replied with a note of greed, "We wipe out angel but good in exchange?"
[17:16] <Alveria> "Sounds good. Can't trust the demon, of course, but hey, public service either way, right?"
[17:18] <Alveria> "Guys? We doing this?"
[17:19] <Keylin> "Well, lets hash out the payment first, and wether we get paid now, paid later, or paid half now and half on completion. These things matter, you know," Keylin answers wisely.
[17:19] <Ebiris> "I have no preference, but we would do well to avoid getting overly entangled in local politics. We are only passing through," Puk'lor offers.
[17:20] * Gourash nods, his place clear, turning after the others chime in back towards the succubus. "We make deal, wipe out angel and allies of such but good for gems and lore. Paid on completion. Deal?"
[17:20] <Ebiris> "I don't really care. She's probably just as bad as the one she wants us to off," comes Marjorie's apathetic vote.
[17:21] <Alveria> "I'm sure there's a good succubus out there somewhere!"
[17:21] <Alveria> "A ta'narri hooker with a heart of gold..."
[17:21] * Keylin smacks forehead. "You know, Gourash, it's usually better to let the person in need of service set the price and then you saying if it's good enough or not. When you set a price on your own, it may often tend to be lower than what they'd offer."
[17:21] <Ebiris> "I can hear you, you know!" Nasfreiyin's peeved voice echoes down the corridor.
[17:22] * Keylin sighs.
[17:23] * Gourash eyes Keylin and growls. "We know... What say you?"
[17:24] <Alveria> "But I could totally use that arcane lore right now- hey, what arcane lore are you offering, anyway? It better not be magic missile, I know that one."
[17:26] <Ebiris> "Secret rituals and invocations, stolen from Lolth's Black Library itself," Nasfreiyin replies smugly, puffing up her not inconsiderable chest. "I assure you, you won't know this magic."
[17:26] <Ebiris> "There better not be any spiders involved!" Marjorie all but shrieks unhappily.
[17:27] <Alveria> "We can just sell it if there are," affirms Alveria, filing away this information for some horrible practical joke in the future. "Ok, fine, tell us about Xaos, where we should go and all that. Intel, intel!"
[17:27] * Gourash laughs. "Mage want lore now, gems later. You stay quiet...what you think of deal? And yes...Tell us about troublemaker."
[17:29] <Amonet> "And, umm, exactly what evil deeds is this fallen angel committing?" Amonet pipes up.
[17:29] <Ebiris> The succubus glares at Gourash with hooded eyes. "Puh-lease, I grew up in the Abyss - you think I don't expect you to betray me? You won't get a thing until that Baatezu is dead."
[17:31] * Gourash shrugs. "Fine. If you take that deal, I suggest you uphold your end after too. Might get messy if not. Gourash not steal, that ruin reputation," He replied.
[17:32] <Keylin> "Technically, aren't we stealing when we loot the dead bodies of our enemies?" Keylin asks rhetorically.
[17:33] <Alveria> "Don't be silly. When you attack us, you're basically giving us your stuff."
[17:34] <Ebiris> "Smart boy," she purrs, before turning her attention to Amonet.
[17:35] <Ebiris> "She enforces her insane laws upon the city, inflicting harsh and vicious punishments upon anyone who breaks her perverse definition of the Law - the people's freedom of creativity and expression is being crushed under her heel, and she's got a band of sadistic Mercykillers backing her up, imposing summary sentencing and execution on the streets to any who oppose her!" she passionately declares, wings spreading out behind her as she builds up a good head of steam in her ranting.
[17:35] <Ebiris> she builds up a good head of steam in her ranting.
[17:35] <Gourash> "Mercykillers?" Gourash asked,, not recognizing it.
[17:36] <Amonet> "And if she were deposed for her crimes, you intend on leading the poor, oppressed people?" Amonet seeks to clarify.
[17:38] <Ebiris> "A faction that believes in justice and retribution at the expense of all else - and they believe that mercy itself is a crime. Blind zealots, the lot of them," she informs Gourash, before tutting softly to Amonet, starting to slowly walk closer.
[17:38] <Ebiris> "I'm no shining beacon of leadership like Shayeera is. I simply wish to see freedom reign, once more... but alas, I am one who guides, not one who fights," she lamets, flexing her dainty and oh so perfect fingers.
[17:39] <Alveria> "Stay where you are," adds Alveria, peering at the succubus.
[17:40] <Ebiris> "I won't bite," she promises, grinning at Alveria but nonetheless halting her langruous advance.
[17:41] <Alveria> "Amonet, look at it this way," responds Alveria. "Either we go up there, balk in horror at the atrocities that are doubtlessly being commited, and blow them up."
[17:41] <Alveria> "OR!"
[17:42] <Alveria> "We nod and smile to the pretty lady, go up there, nod sagely at the atrocities that are being commited, blow them up, come back, and get cool stuff that we can re-invest into more ways to blow bad people up."
[17:42] <Amonet> "What if she tries to trick us, or harm the poor people we're saving?"
[17:43] <Alveria> "Well, then we blow her up, too."
[17:44] * Amonet blinks. "Well, I suppose, then, as long as we punish the evildoers and help people along the way."
[17:44] <Alveria> "I'm sure we'll reach a suitable compromise," indicates Alveria, winking at the succubus.
[17:44] <Ebiris> "Believe it or not, I've actually got no interest in sending any of Xaos' souls to the Abyss," Nasfreiyin informs the group. "I'm not exactly a... traditionally minded, example of my type."
[17:45] <Alveria> "Yeah, well, neither am I, in fact- wait, what?"
[17:51] <Ebiris> "It's a long and sordid story, which I think one of you is too young to hear," she glances at Amonet apologetically, "Suffice to say I had a change in perspective, and a parting of ways with the Abyss. I do not serve Lolth or any other agent of evil - hence why I now wish to protect my new home from this diabolical incursion."
[17:51] * Amonet pouts despite herself.
[17:52] <Alveria> "Can you tell us any more information about what's waiting for us up there? Like, the kind of laws she's got running?"
[17:53] * Gourash laughs. "Does it really matter? We're deposing her. Then we meet back here," Gourash shrugged.
[17:54] <Alveria> "Of course! We'll need to follow them until we think of how best to get rid of her."
[17:54] <Ebiris> "Oh, the usual banal rules of petty tyrants," she waves her dainty hand negligently. "Keep off the grass, no swearing, no grafitting, covet not thy neighbour's ass... Stupid laws that no one would follow if not for a jumped up Baatezu with a big stick."
[17:55] <Alveria> "Er... yes! Terrible. How do we get there?"
[17:57] * Gourash blinks at this. "Is not the best way via beheading?"
[17:58] <Alveria> "The entire town is in her pocket. You're not claiming a town without some significant force, so just running in will probably get us all killed."
[17:59] <Ebiris> "When you come out of this cavern, turn about seventy degrees to your right, then head that way for about four miles, then you'll reach Xaos - don't go anywhere else, since you'll become hopelessly lost in the Outlands unless you know where you're going," she warns. "See if you can get some support from the townspeople - I bet if someone showed them that the Mercykillers can be stood up to, they'd rally to your aid."
[18:01] <Amonet> "Well, we have the information we need, don't we, Alveria?" Amonet asks.
[18:02] <Alveria> "Looks like. Shall we?"
[18:02] * Amonet nods.
[18:02] * Keylin nods as well.
[18:03] <Ebiris> Puk'lor nods.
[18:04] <Ebiris> "You're making me dizzy..." Nasfreiyin complains. "Anyway, I'll be in touch - just keep following this passage straight ahead to get out, the goblins won't bother you," she assures, before vanishing.
[18:05] <Alveria> "Wait.. waaaaaait, you can't just teleport away like that!" complains Alveria. "Oh, man! Come on, let's go."
[18:05] * Amonet nods at the goblins as she proceeds outside, passing them by.
[18:06] <Ebiris> Some of the goblins nod back, none of them seeming especially beliggerent as the party proceeds onwards, finding the way out to be relatively simple, before they finally emerge to the surface...

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on May 23, 2007, 02:47:29 PM

[17:50] <Ebiris> Exiting out from the cave, the party gets their first true look at the Outlands. The first thing of note is that it's very foggy - visibility is effectively reduced to about fifty feet or so from the thick mist blanketing your surroundings. From what is visible, you appear to be in a forest of oversized fungus - gigantic mushrooms the size of trees are strewn all about in myriad shades and shapes, their stalks cracked and rigid almost like tree-bark. (more)
[17:51] <Ebiris> rigid almost like tree-bark. (more)
[17:51] <Ebiris> Setting up camp just outside the cavern with their dwindling supplies and two remaining tents, most of the group gets some much delayed shut-eye, while Alveria and Puk'lor take first watch, the latter having questions she wants answered...
[17:53] * Alveria holds her head, like she's struggling and trying very, very hard to keep it screwed on. Or, perhaps, think of something to say. "We need to talk, you and I," she manages. "I don't know how, but your sword keeps screwing up my head, and it's got to stop."
[17:54] <Ebiris> Puk'lor has elected to perch himself on a rather jagged and uncomfortable looking rock, legs crossed beneath him. "I agreed that I would refrain from using the Karach for the remainder of our journey," he replies placidly. "Is it still troubling you?"
[17:54] * Ko-shopping is now known as Ko-Odinsphere
[17:57] <Alveria> "Of course it troubles me," replies Alveria. "If there's one thing the past few months have taught me, it's that you can't afford to *not* use whatever you got, and you can't afford to leave some unknown weakness floating around, either."
[18:00] <Ebiris> "Once we reach the Shrak'tkor you will be relieved of this weakness. Have patience and soon this will be resolved," Puk'lor reassures blandly, his eyes slitting half-closed - he almost looks like he's meditating, perched atop that awkwardly sharp looking boulder.
[18:03] <Alveria> "You said yourself that this hadn't happened before," retorts Alveria, wringing her hands. "Never mind that whenever the Githyanki show up again, they'll probably bring the strongest possible dudes they can... hmph. Can I see the sword, at least?"
[18:06] <Ebiris> Puk'lor wordlessly reaches into the folds of his robes and holds up the flat grey blade. Its edge looks rather dull, and not at all imposing, with no crossguard and a leather wrapped hilt that appears to have tiny Gith writing scrawled all over it.
[18:08] * Alveria squints at the writing, tilting her head to try and read it.
[18:10] <Ebiris> It's hard to read with Puk'lor's hand in the way, though he does obligingly move his grip, now holding the blade flat before Alveria. "The writings on the hilt describe the Pronouncement of Two Skies, when the children of Gith and the followers of Zerthimmon were forever split into two peoples," he explains.
[18:12] <Alveria> "I guess all of these have a history," remarks the elf. "Well. Do that thing that you do with it, then," she pronounces, straightening up. "If I can rip holes through the planes and fling out the elements, I can *damn well* mentally overpower a frigging sword."
[18:15] <Ebiris> He nods slowly. "As it is now, the blade lacks focus - it is no more, and perhaps less, than a weapon made of steel. Now, I shall impose my will on it to provide a..." he cracks a rare smile, "I believe an enchantment that would be suitable for you." Closing his eyes a moment, the blade shifts, layers of metal seeming to peel themselves back, curling and then melting back into the centre of the blade which begins to glow a dull red, as if it were fresh from the forge.
[18:15] <Ebiris> OOC: will save
[18:15] <Ebiris> glow a dull red, as if it were fresh from the forge.
[18:15] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 god, I'm like a fighter!
[18:15] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 god, I'm like a fighter! and gets 18." [1d20=13]
[18:17] <Ebiris> As the Karach changes form, Alveria feels something within her respond, almost being swept along by the changes Puk'lor wroughts in his weapon... It feels like a fire starting to burn, suffusing her body with warmth and an inescapable sense of power.
[18:18] <Alveria> "H-hold on," mumbles Alveria, stretching out a hand. "Keep it like that for a moment."
[18:19] <Ebiris> Puk'lor wordlessly nods, a heat haze now clearly visible around the weapon he holds, though it seems to bother him none.
[18:19] <Alveria> Briefly taking off her newly-acquired amulet, she quickly incants a spell that's all-too suitable for her, targeting some unfortunate mushroom-stalk with a scorching ray!
[18:20] <Ebiris> OOC: make your wild mage caster check
[18:20] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5
[18:20] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+5 and gets 9." [1d6=4]
[18:20] <Alveria> OOC: That would be two rays, normally.
[18:21] <Ebiris> OOC: no need to roll to hit, so just roll damage for the two rays
[18:21] <Alveria> roll 8d6 you're next, princess!
[18:21] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 8d6 you're next, princess! and gets 30." [8d6=3, 1, 3, 6, 4, 4, 4, 5]
[18:21] <Ebiris> roll 2d6
[18:21] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6 and gets 8." [2d6=3, 5]
[18:23] <Ebiris> Firing off a pair of blazing bolts of fire, Alveria feels as if her spell is slightly more powerful than normal, each ray carrying more energy than they normally would - it's hard to be certain, since her magic is unpredictable by nature. What is certain is that she just blasted a hole through half of that oversized mushroom, causing it to creak and then topple over, no longer able to support its weight.
[18:23] <Ebiris> "Hey, people are trying to sleep here!" Marjorie hisses quietly from where Amonet is slumbering. "Not me, but other people!"
[18:25] <Alveria> "That's really interesting, Marjoire," replies Alveria, nodding to herself. "Puk'lor, can you try shifting it back and forth between that.. uh, function? I think I just figured something out."
[18:26] <Ebiris> "Of course," Puk'lor murmurs, the blade's glow starting dim and fade as it returns to its previous form...
[18:26] <Ebiris> OOC: will save
[18:26] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[18:26] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 21." [1d20=16]
[18:27] <Ebiris> Alveria doesn't feel any different. Whatever power was just inflammed within her, it's not going out.
[18:28] <Alveria> "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
[18:28] <Alveria> "I just.. felt something!"
[18:28] <Alveria> "There was a great disturbance... uh... wait... where am I?"
[18:28] <Ebiris> "If there's a neutral grey centre to the universe, you're at it," Puk'lor deadpans in reply.
[18:30] <Alveria> "Hmm. Well, I figured out what's really going on, now," states Alveria, cheerfully. "Whenever you try to change the sword, the same kind of change can potentially take place in the enchantment I've got. It kinda spills over to my spells. Rays were.. hmm, I think an inch wider than normal?"
[18:33] <Ebiris> "I see... if we had time for you to master this, it could be very useful - being able to tailor my weapon to any situation makes it far more useful than a weapon that ordinarily would carry a more powerful enchantment. Do you wish to continue experimenting?" he asks.
[18:35] <Alveria> "Yesssssss, but I think the problem is trying to figure out what spells would, well, *fit*," responds Alveria, pursing her lips. "Let's wait a few minutes first. I want to see if this feeling goes away by itself or not."
[18:36] <Ebiris> Puk'lor nods, the seconds ticking away...
[18:36] <Ebiris> OOC: wis check
[18:36] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1 yeesh
[18:36] <Reiko-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+1 yeesh --> [ 1d20=17 ]{18}
[18:38] <Ebiris> After the first minute Alveria starts to feel the power start to fade, but her mind reflexively keeps hold of it, adding fuel from somewhere to keep it going.
[18:40] <Alveria> "Uhuh. Maybe with more practice," she stresses, unwilling to let this feeling go until she *absolutely has to*.
[18:40] <Ebiris> OOC: wis check again
[18:40] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1 yeesh
[18:40] <Reiko-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+1 yeesh --> [ 1d20=5 ]{6}
[18:41] <Ebiris> Another minute passes before the feeling painlessly fades away, slipping from Alveria's grasp. Unlike what happened back after killing the Spinagon, however, it feels natural and doesn't appear to have diminished her in any other way.
[18:42] <Alveria> "Try and light it up like that again!"
[18:43] <Ebiris> Once again the Karach seems to crack and melt before solidifying as a red hot and deadly sharp blade.
[18:43] <Ebiris> OOC: will save
[18:43] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[18:43] <Reiko-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+5 --> [ 1d20=19 ]{24}
[18:44] <Ebiris> And once again, with no conscious thought on Alveria's part, a mirroring flame seems to ignite within her, instinctively promising power...
[13:22] <Alveria> "I wonder if it does things to other spells, too," mutters Alveria, sketching a line in the air and summoning up a shield. For her own protection.
[13:25] <Ebiris> Rather than a briefly visible plane of force springing into being with the spell, Alveria is instead wreathed in orange-red flames for an instant as she casts her spell - said flames vanish immediately, however, so it's hard to tell if it was merely a cosmetic change to the spell or if there's some deeper effect that isn't immediately apparent.
[13:25] <Ebiris> They didn't hurt her or cause any discomfort, at any rate.
[13:26] * Alveria looks at the ground! There's stuff on it, it might be, uh, burning.
[13:26] <Ebiris> The ground doesn't appear the least bit charred or set on fire by the spell.
[13:27] * Alveria ponders this for a moment, and casts Detect Magic, giving her a bit of insight; she compares how the Shield spell *should* appear to how it actually *does*.
[13:27] <Ebiris> OOC: spellcraft
[13:28] <Alveria> roll 1d20+19
[13:28] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+19 and gets 29." [1d20=10]
[13:31] <Ebiris> As she casts her spell, Alveria's vision mists over briefly, flames seeming to wash over her eyes... the sensation passes quickly, and she's able to see normally after a second, perceiving the flows of magic. The shield spell looks entirely normal, no difference at all to how it normally appears.
[13:32] <Alveria> "..hmm. So, what else can you do with it?" she questions, peering at the sword.
[13:35] <Ebiris> "My preferred tactic is to replicate a Bane enchantment tailored to whatever I'm fighting," Puk'lor replies. "I find it to be more efficient than anything else, unless I am fighting several different types of creatures at once - it takes too long to change on the fly during a battle." As she looks at the weapon, Alveria can see a moderately powerful magical aura emanating from it.
[13:36] <Alveria> "You could try the-" Alveria coughs for a moment "-*axiomatic* enchantment for most of the things we run into, I bet... wait, does that even work?"
[13:38] <Ebiris> Puk'lor slowly shakes his head. "While I am trained in battling chaotic creatures with my unarmed techniques, I have not mastered the Karach to such a degree - only the most simple of enhancements are the ones I can adopt."
[13:41] <Alveria> "Well, I think I've got it figured out, in any case," she replies, sighing. "Whatever enchantment you're pulling with that thing will probably do exactly the same thing to my spells. So.. it'll help me hurt things. Bane enchantments are probably the way to go, then... hmm. Can you change it to a shocking weapon?"
[13:41] <Ebiris> Puk'lor wordlessly nods, the orange glow of his weapon beginning to fade away...
[13:41] <Ebiris> OOC: will save
[13:42] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[13:42] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 14." [1d20=9]
[13:43] <Ebiris> At the same time, Alveria feels the flames within her extinguish themselves abruptly. It's not as bad as back after the Spinagon fight, but she gets the feeling that it could have been more unsettling and disorienting had she been less prepared.
[13:44] <Alveria> "Do it again," she grunts, holding her head for a moment. "-or, heck, an acidic enchantment. Just cycle through the elements until it works, yeah."
[13:45] <Ebiris> "I have not yet adopted the shocking trait," Puk'lor replies. "It takes time to change..." As he speaks, a series of rings begin to emerge from the blunt side of the blade, intermittently sparking with blue electricity before the weapon begins to thrum and is coated in a coruscating field of trapped lightning.
[13:45] <Ebiris> OOC: will save
[13:46] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[13:46] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 23." [1d20=18]
[13:47] <Ebiris> Alveria can almost swear she smells a tang of ozone in her nose, while her hairs prick up at the tingling sensation of electricity building within her, a crackling potential that only she can hear...
[13:48] * Alveria continues in her quest for power, this time deciding to fry another innocent tree (with the aforementioned scorching ray) and thusly observing the effects!
[13:48] <Ebiris> OOC: wild mage caster check, first
[13:48] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5 as always
[13:48] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+5 as always and gets 9." [1d6=4]
[13:48] <Alveria> OOC: Zappage
[13:49] <Alveria> OOC: er, 2 rays
[13:49] <Ebiris> OOC: again no need to hit, so just roll damage
[13:50] <Alveria> roll 8d6 how much HP does a tree have, anyway?
[13:50] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 8d6 how much HP does a tree have, anyway? and gets 31." [8d6=3, 3, 5, 3, 4, 5, 6, 2]
[13:50] <Ebiris> OOC: actually they're mushrooms, and trees have quite a lot. But they're flammable
[13:50] <Ebiris> roll 2d6
[13:50] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d6 and gets 11." [2d6=5, 6]
[13:52] <Ebiris> Two beams of orange-red flame lance out from Alveria's fingertips, yet unlike normal, these fiery rays are wreathed in narrow bands of crackling blue electricity! They strike an oversized mushroom with a searing crack, coring through most of its shaft and causing it to slowly keel over, the massive head of the mushroom just missing Gourash!
[13:52] <Ebiris> "If that doesn't wake anyone else up I guess I won't bother complaining..." Marjorie's irritated muttering is heard from by Amonet's sleeping form.
[13:53] <Alveria> "Yeah. Pretty much as I thought," murmurs Alveria. "Well, there's not much time left before I'll need to turn in. Can you start just cycling through different enchantments? I want to get used to this."
[13:54] <Ebiris> OOC: rather than going through all of it, just make an int check for reference?
[13:55] <Alveria> OOC: Hurray! A chance to use my enormous brain!
[13:56] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[13:56] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 6." [1d20=1]
[13:56] <Alveria> OOC: Law of comical irony strikes again.
[13:56] <Alveria> OOC: I guess I've been daring it too much...
[13:58] <Ebiris> Puk'lor goes through several enhancements with his weapon, some of which are imprinted onto Alveria, yet more often she winds up with nothing more than a headache.
[13:58] <Ebiris> It's going to take a while to figure out the mimicking of what his weapon does, and she couldn't even begin to speculate on what'd be involved in mastering this strange power herself instead of relying on copying Puk'lor. But all too soon it's time for Keylin to take over watch and Alveria to sleep, leaving these mysteries for another day...

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on May 27, 2007, 01:44:55 PM

[15:13] <Ebiris> As morning comes for the party, the group finally feels refreshed after several days nonstop slogging through forest and hills and caves, traversing the very planes themselves in their quest to escape the vile Githyanki. Breaking camp, the group find themselves just outside the goblin occupied cave that welcomed them to the Outlands, surrounded by a forest of grossly overgrown mushrooms. It's still rather foggy, but visibility isn't too bad.
[15:13] <Ebiris> As morning comes for the party, the group finally feels refreshed after several days nonstop slogging through forest and hills and caves, traversing the very planes themselves in their quest to escape the vile Githyanki. Breaking camp, the group find themselves just outside the goblin occupied cave that welcomed them to the Outlands, surrounded by a forest of grossly overgrown mushrooms. It's still rather foggy, but visibility isn't too bad.
[15:14] <Ebiris> bad.
[15:16] * Alveria marches forward, stone-faced and actually at the front of the pack, for a change.
[15:18] * Gourash blinks, walking behind her, wondering what oddity had taken their mage's senses today.
[15:18] <Gourash> "So, we're scouting the town?" Gourash commented.
[15:18] <Alveria> "Mmm."
[15:19] <Alveria> "Go in, have a look around, then decide what to do. That's the plan."
[15:21] <Amonet> "Yes," Amonet agrees. "While she seemed nice, she was still a demon and we can't take her words blindly as truth."
[15:22] <Ebiris> It takes perhaps an hour or so of walking in the direction indicated by Nasfreiyin before the party leaves the fungal forest behind, around the same time as the fog lifts, finding themselves on softly rolling plain with a large town visible in the distance, surrounded by partially constructed walls and featuring a ramshackle assortment of buildings in clashing architectural styles.
[15:22] <Ebiris> Outside the town are fields of crops, some looking much like you'd see back home, others growing more unusual plants that aren't readily identifiable. To the Northeast past the town is a steep mountain range, while far far to the West is an impossibly tall spire jutting out from the Earth and dominating the sky -
[15:22] <Ebiris> yet despite being claimed as 'infinitely tall', a definite top is visible, surrounded by a large free-floating ring.
[15:23] * Eagan lets out a low whistle...
[15:23] <Eagan> "Never seen anythin' like that before..."
[15:23] * Gourash looks up, considering the mountain almost appreciatively.
[15:23] <Alveria> "That's the second-biggest mountain I've ever seen!"
[15:23] <Eagan> "... Hope we don't have to climb that thing.."
[15:24] <Ebiris> "Which one was... actually, no, I'm not even going to ask," Marjorie sighs.
[15:26] <Alveria> "Onward, I suppose," states Alveria, and in a swirl of red fabric, she continues towards the city that tries to be everything at once.
[15:26] <Gourash> "It'd be a good climb," Gourash declared, heading onward towards the city.
[15:27] <Ebiris> Continuing onwards, the group finds a path between the fields that leads towards a gateway into the town. As they get closer, chain gangs are seen working on the construction of the walls surrounding Xaos, while a trio of men in spiked splint mail and wearing face-concealing helmets guard the gate itself, two armed with greataxes and one with a longspear.
[15:28] <Eagan> "What a plesant start to our stay.."
[15:29] <Alveria> "Guards at the city gates! You don't see THAT in the material plane."
[15:30] <Eagan> "I meant the blatent display of chain gangs in an attempt to intimidate visitors."
[15:31] * Gourash blinks.
[15:31] <Alveria> "Better than heads on pikes!"
[15:31] <Gourash> "Making too much noise. Let's just get to a bar, or somethin," Gourash suggested as they approached.
[15:33] <Ebiris> And so the party bravely march up to the gate! And are promptly accosted by one of the armoured guards. "Halt, travellers!" he booms, holding up a gauntleted hand. "What business brings you to Xaos?"
[15:34] * Amonet glances at Alveria, content to let her speak.
[15:35] <Alveria> "We want to replenish our supplies, and use a portal here," she replies, forthrightly.
[15:37] <Ebiris> "Portal? Fucking Chaos-scum, why would you even want to go to Limbo?" the guard asks coarsely. "Good luck finding it, anyway - we're whipping this orderforsaken town into shape right proper, so it's barely connected to Limbo at all, now." Sighing in an exaggerated and put-upon manner, he goes on, "I take it that means you don't have travel permits?"
[15:38] <Gourash> "Travel permits?" Gourash glanced at Puk'lor to see if he recognized the term.
[15:38] <Ebiris> Puk'lor does not appear to show any recognition.
[15:39] * Alveria rolls up her sleeves for a moment, but nothing falls out. "Er. No! Can we get some?"
[15:40] <Ebiris> "Of course you don't," the guard sighs. "Stupid me for even asking... Bloody hell, Peterson, can you go get the travel permit forms for these yoinks to fill in?" he asks, glancing over to the spear-wielding guard, who snaps off a salute in reply.
[15:40] <Ebiris> "Sir, yes sir! Getting the travel permit requisition 12C forms, sir!" and hurries into the gatehouse.
[15:41] * Gourash groaned, grumbling under his breath about beaucrats.
[15:41] * Eagan raises an eyebrow..
[15:41] <Eagan> "My, he's.. motivated.."
[15:41] <Alveria> "Are you sure it's not the 12D forms?" queries Alveria, frowning.
[15:41] <Ebiris> OOC: make a bluff check for laughs if you want, Alvie
[15:42] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1 aww
[15:42] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+1 aww and gets 16." [1d20=15]
[15:43] <Ebiris> Sadly you can't see the guard's expression, but he does turn towards the departing Peterson. "It's 12D you moron! Powers-cursed retard... what'do we have to work with here? Of course you need to be motivated in the face of all this bloody anarchy!"
[15:43] <Ebiris> "Sorry, sir, getting the 12D forms, sir!" Peterson replies, sounding cowed as he goes inside.
[15:44] * Gourash eyes Alveria with a 'how would you know' look.
[15:44] * Alveria gives Gourash a whimsical smile.
[15:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[15:45] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 42." [1d100=42]
[15:48] <Ebiris> After a few minutes, Peterson returns. His armour looks a bit blacker than when he left, almost sooty... He is carrying a sheaf of papers which he presents to the party, however. "Forms 12D - hope you have something to write with," he says as he hands the pile to Alveria.
[15:48] * Alveria inspects the papers. "Why, yes! I was prepared, we've had these paperwork troubles before," she responds, cheerily.
[15:49] <Ebiris> Looking at the first page, it appears Alveria has been handed a flying license application form.
[15:51] <Alveria> "Ah! Good job!" she replies, nodding. "I needed the flying licence. Can you get the travel forms, too?"
[15:52] <Amonet> "Would you like help with filling these forms out?" Amonet asks, coming closer.
[15:52] <Ebiris> Peterson shakes slightly. "But, I thought that was..." A look from his faceless superior cows him, however, and he trudges back into the guardhouse like a condemmned man. "Getting travel permit requisition forms 12 *mumble*, sir..."
[15:53] <Alveria> "Oh, please. There's one for each of us, anyhow. Gourash! Would you like to help?"
[15:55] <Ebiris> The forms are rather complicated. They start off simply enough, asking for name, age, species, weight, inside leg measurement... then it starts getting into essay questions. "Tell us why you think you deserve the privelege of flying in Xaos." "Give one sentence that best sums up your personality." "Detail three incidents in which you have flown under adverse circumstances and how you overcame them." It just goes on and on...
[15:57] * Gourash looks at the forms, the weird letters being jibber jabber...and rather than admit his problem proceesd to scribble at random on each page.
[15:57] <Alveria> "Excuse me! Excuse me! Is my weight *really *necessary?"
[15:57] <Keylin> "That's probably so if you fall, you don't squash a fat lady."
[15:57] <Ebiris> "I should bleedin' well think so!" the lead guard puffs up indignantly. "What if you were to fall on someone?"
[15:58] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[15:58] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 78." [1d100=78]
[15:58] <Amonet> "What about the measurements, Sir?" Amonet asks quietly.
[15:59] <Keylin> "What -do- they need our measurements for?" Keylin asks, not knowing what that'd be useful for.
[15:59] <Ebiris> "Look, if you don't like how we do things 'round here, then you can bloody well piss off over to Bedlam for all I care - nobody's forcing you to fill these in!" the lead guard booms, while his companion nod sagely.
[15:59] <Ebiris> "If you've got nothing to hide then you've got nothing to fear."
[15:59] <Alveria> "I've also got a question. I mean, is this flying for *low* or *high* altitudes? If we don't go below the walls, is that alright?"
[16:00] <Amonet> "I think if you go above the walls, it's the same as traveling. But you might need a visa," Amonet muses out loud.
[16:01] * Eagan looks over Alveria's shoulder to the paper..
[16:01] <Ebiris> "Is it alright?!" the guard repeats in an incredulous high pitched voice. "It bloody well says it's for flying so that means any flying! Primus on a Platter, is it really that hard?"
[16:01] <Ebiris> After a few moments Peterson comes out of the guardhouse, some blood visibly leaking through his noticably dented and scratched armour as he limps towards the party. "Forms 12C travel permits..." he gasps, handing them over to Alveria.
[16:01] <Keylin> "Well, your forms are being so specific about some things, how are we to know?" Keylin asks.
[16:01] <Eagan> "Hey, this weight.. Is it laden or not? What about the airspeed?"
[16:01] <Alveria> "-hey, what happened to you? In Xaos, does the red tape cut you?"
[16:02] * Gourash holds up his papers. "Done!" He smiled toothily.
[16:02] <Ebiris> "Nevermind, I just need to rest my legs for a bit..." Peterson moans, going to lean on the side of the gate.
[16:03] <Eagan> "I mean, it's going to change if I'm carrying things.. Like a coconut or something."
[16:03] * Eagan turns to Alveria.
[16:03] <Ebiris> "Well, at least someone here knows how to fill in his forms without all these namby pamby questions! Give it here," the guard reaches over to take Gourash's forms. "Right, this'll have to go to city hall, but if you filled it in correctly you'll get your permit within two days."
[16:03] * Gourash hands the papers over to Peterson to file.
[16:03] * Gourash or to the guard!~
[16:03] <Eagan> "I do have a lovely bunch of cocunts, you know. Been saving them for a special day."
[16:03] * Gourash nods.
[16:03] <Alveria> "Wait, we need to get in now," replies Alveria, stonily. "Aren't there EXPRESS travel forms?"
[16:04] * Gourash grins toothily at being done with the strange jibberjabber paperwork.
[16:05] <Ebiris> "Express travel forms?!" the guard repeats furiously. "Who're you, the Queen of bloody Evermeet? What, think you're too good to wait in line with everyone else? I tell you, it's people like you that think they can bend the rules that put this town in the worthless state it was in!" he rants, waving his arms around wildly and leaning over Alveria.
[16:05] <Eagan> "What would you do if she *were* the Queen of Evermeet, though?"
[16:06] <Alveria> "Hush, Eagan! We're not supposed to speak of this!"
[16:06] <Eagan> "But, M'Lady.. The problems they're causing are beneath you!"
[16:06] <Ebiris> "Well, that's different, 'innit?" he looks over at Eagan. "They get diplomatic passes, that sort of stuff, don't they? Got to make dispensation for VIPs, but you can't just let any jumped up passerby in just because they're in a hurry, can you?"
[16:08] * Alveria puts a finger in her mouth, chewing on the nail rather nervously. "But.. but we're supposed to be discreet!"
[16:09] <Eagan> "Indeed! By the gods, man! How could you expect such royalty to travel in the open?! Can you even imagine how many people would want to strike at her?"
[16:09] * Gourash eyes Alvie...and the guards. "Gourash wonder if he can walk in now."
[16:10] <Ebiris> OOC: Eagan or Alvie can make a bluff check and the other one can aid another
[16:10] <Alveria> OOC: What's your charisma?
[16:10] <Eagan> OOC: 12.
[16:11] <Alveria> OOC: Same mod as mine, I'll aid, since you came up with it. Hey, can everyone else pitch in, somehow? =p
[16:11] <Eagan> roll d20+1
[16:11] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+1 and gets 20." [d20=19]
[16:11] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1 bwahaha!
[16:11] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+1 bwahaha! and gets 8." [1d20=7]
[16:13] <Ebiris> "We-well... I dunno! You'd think there'd be some sort of warning... nobody ever tells us anything 'round here!" the guard backs off a little, seeming to have fallen for it. "Peterson - go get the diplomatic travel visas!" he barks, eliciting a tortured groan from the other guard who nonetheless trails back into the guardhouse, leaking blood.
[16:13] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[16:13] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 1." [1d100=1]
[16:13] <Amonet> "If the trek into the guardhouse is that dangerous, I would like to offer my assistance," Amonet volunteers.
[16:14] <Eagan> "I mean, think, man! If the Queen of Evermeet had to stand around and fill out the *full* forms, how long would it take?! Every second longer could be the start of another attack!"
[16:14] <Ebiris> OOC: diplomacy check, Amonet
[16:14] <Amonet> roll 1d20+13
[16:14] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+13 and gets 26." [1d20=13]
[16:15] <Keylin> "I do hope this even won't cause trouble, my queen. We'll protect you if someone attempts to assasinate you," Keylin offers with a serious expression, though if you look closely you can tell her lips are twitching just slightly, probably from amusement.
[16:15] <Keylin> ooc: this event*
[16:15] <Ebiris> "That's a restricted area... but I guess Peterson could use the help," he nods. "Go on in, just follow the blood and you'll find him."
[16:15] * Amonet follows the blood with trepidation.
[16:16] <Alveria> "As you always have done before. I am, as always, honoured."
[16:16] <Eagan> "And the assassins! Imagine how many could get into this town! Every second we're here, it could spell disaster! Would you really want to be a guard in the town that let the Queen of Evermeet die because of mere *paperwork?*"
[16:16] <Ebiris> Entering the guardhouse, Amonet can see a table with some chairs around it, and several cupboards and weapon racks. There's an open door with stairs leading downwards, a trail of blood leading that way. The sign on the door reads "Beware of the leopard."
[16:17] <Alveria> "Hush, Eagan! The assassins are lowborn scum! They will never be able to fill out the forms correctly!"
[16:18] <Amonet> Marjorie at the ready, Amonet looks out for leopards as she proceeds onwards.
[16:18] <Ebiris> The stairs spiral downwards, and as Amonet descends she can hear feline growling and tearing sounds coupled with pained cries coming from below.
[16:19] <Eagan> "M'Lady, you can never underestimate them. I mean, the guards here are of mind to delay you with mere paperwork! They could easily be tricked into letting such people in, also!"
[16:19] * Amonet picks up her speed!
[16:19] <Alveria> "Eagan, you speak too loudly. We'll discuss this further within the walls- we'll be in there shortly."
[16:19] <Eagan> "Very well, M'Lady.."
[16:20] * Eagan sighs, but glares at the guard.
[16:20] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet into #evil
[16:20] <Ebiris> "Don't look at me - I don't make the rules!" the guard replies huffily.
[16:20] <Alveria> "Who does?"
[16:22] <Ebiris> "The mayor does, of course. Got to have a proper chain of command, don'cha know? Why, when we showed up there were no rules, or if there were, they were made by different people and nobody knew what they were! Right proper mess, I tells you..." he shakes his head sadly.
[16:22] <Alveria> "Who holds the office at present?" queries Alveria, looking clueless.
[16:22] * Gourash nods.
[16:24] <Ebiris> "Why, none other than our very own angel of retribution, Shayeera," the guard replies, puffing himself up proudly. "She's got the right ideas about how to whip these sorry anarchists into shape!"
[16:25] <Alveria> "Good heavens! A creature of order and good?" replies Alveria, holding a hand to her mouth. "Certainly, there is nothing more auspicious!"
[16:25] <Eagan> "Indeed. Torm be praised."
[16:25] * Eagan nods gravely.
[16:25] <Ebiris> That elicits a dark snicker from the guard. "Yeah, something like that..."
[16:28] <Alveria> "Can you tell us about how you've restored order to this place?"
[16:28] <Eagan> "Which diety, by the by, does this town pay homage to?"
[16:30] <Ebiris> "There's no state religion here," the guard tells Eagan. "We had to lock up those troublemakers from the churches of Cyric and Sune, though. Constantly rabble-rousing, they were..."
[16:31] <Alveria> "Those damned.. uh... hedonisitic killers!"
[16:34] * Gourash eyes, stepping past the guards if they let him. "We fill out all the forms to go in now?"
[16:35] <Ebiris> The guards promptly level axes at Gourash. "You don't have your permits yet, sonny," the apparent leader barks.
[16:36] * Gourash frowns. "So we don't travel or fly, right?"
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[16:21] <Ebiris> Down the stairs Amonet goes, finding herself in a small and poorly lit room filled with filing cabinets and stacks of papers set onto shelves around all the walls... and right in the middle lies Peterson, desperately trying to fend off a vicious looking leopard that's got him pinned and is currently attempting to claw and bite him to death!
[16:22] <Amonet> "Leave that person alone!" Amonet commands, gesturing at the beast with her glowing lance.
[16:23] <Ebiris> The leopard hisses and looks up at Amonet, its face almost jet black except for its eyes that glow like hot coals. Flexing its claws one last time into Peterson's armour, it disengages its pin and backs off slightly, tail swishing angrily as it eyes Amonet.
[16:23] <Ebiris> "Oh, thank you..." Peterson groans as he gets up. "That thing'll be the death of me one of these days, I swear..."
[16:24] * Amonet approaches Peterson slowly, not taking her eyes off the leopard. "I can see why," she tells him. "Are you too hurt to walk?"
[16:25] <Ebiris> "Ugh... I'll manage," the guard replies, slowly picking himself up with the help of his spear. "Just keep an eye on it while I get these forms, will you?"
[16:26] * Amonet nods. "I will mend your wounds once we leave," she promises the guard. "Is that allowed, here, without filling out papers for a permit?"
[16:27] <Ebiris> "Aye, you'll need a license to practice magic in the city," he nods weakly. "I'll get those forms, too..."
[16:27] <Ebiris> As you talk, the leopard paces around the edges of the room, watching Amonet but not coming any closer.
[16:27] <Amonet> "It seems every aspect of life requires a license," Amonet not quite complaints. "Is enforcement impossible without the... what did my friend call it? Red tape?"
[16:28] * Amonet watches the leopard in turn, warding it off with Marjorie.
[16:29] <Ebiris> "Got to keep order somehow, otherwise you'd have anarchists just running around doing as they please. Nope, got to have rules! Discipline! Harsh and unforgiving violence!" Peterson rattles off, sounding pained but sincere as he gathers up the forms. "Keep an eye on the leopard, he only attacks if you turn your back," he warns, starting to head back up the stairs. "See, even leopards have their rules."
[16:30] <Amonet> "Did you collect the forms that allows us to defend ourselves within city limits?" Amonet asks as the man begins to leave.
[16:32] <Ebiris> "There's no forms for that - that's a very strict rule, no violence of any sort within the city. Unless you're a Mercykiller, hehe..." Peterson chuckles grimly, leading Amonet back up out of the guardhouse.
[16:33] <Amonet> "Are you a Mercykiller, then?" she inquires, following without turning her back on the beast.
[16:34] <Ebiris> The leopard does not pursue. "Of course! Shayeera recruited a bunch of us to come clean up this cess-pool! It's been rough at times, but it's honest and lawful work! You wouldn't believe the state of this sorry place when we got here..."
[16:36] <Amonet> "I see...." Amonet picks up her pace once the leopard is out of sight. "And what became of the previous leader?"
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[16:36] <Ebiris> "Executed for high treason. Almost too good for him, I say," Peterson snorts as he and Amonet return.
[16:37] <Gourash> "We can wait inside though for them to process," Gourash suggested.
[16:37] <Ebiris> "Oh, we've got a slow one here, don't we?" the two guards glance at each other. "Listen, boyo - No enter city without permit - comprehend?"
[16:39] <Amonet> "If I might ask," Amonet says hesitantly, "why is there a fiendish leopard in the room with the mountains of forms?"
[16:40] <Gourash> "Well, why didn't you give us that form?"
[16:40] * Gourash growls. "You trying to make us break the rules by not telling us that?"
[16:41] <Ebiris> "Well because the law says so!" the mostly silent up till now guard replies to Amonet, not taking his gaze off Gourash while Peterson hands some more forms to Alveria and then goes to sit against the wall with a pained sigh.
[16:41] <Ebiris> "I already told you - you'll get your permit in two days if you filled out the form correctly - I dunno how they do things in ooga booga orc land, but here we have laws, and you better get used to it right quick!" the leader lectures Gourash.
[16:42] * Amonet begins to fill out the numerous forms, starting with the use of magic.
[16:42] * Alveria starts filling in the forms, making sure to include all kinds of weird details. "He's with me, wouldn't that mean he can come in when I do?" she queries.
[16:43] <Gourash> "Gourash that that was travel form," He responded confused.
[16:43] <Ebiris> The magic usage form is even worse than the flying license one, asking for heavy details on where you learned magic, what spells you know, your opinions on the usage of certain spells, and on and on. The diplomatic visa one is surprisingly straightforward, however, merely asking for personal details along with contact details for the nearest representative of your government and the purpose of the visit.
[16:43] <Eagan> "Showing such disrespect for M'Lady's personal guardsmen! You tred dangeroud ground, my good man.."
[16:44] <Ebiris> "If he's with your party, Highness, then of course you can bring your pet into the city," the guard scathingly replies to Alveria.
[16:44] <Amonet> "Are we using your visa?" Amonet asks Alveria before filling it out.
[16:45] <Alveria> "Well, er, naturally!" replies Alveria, coughing. "Make out the contact details to one, um, Yulestra Calhadre. Yes. He lives in a tree."
[16:45] * Keylin fills out any appropriate forms for herself to get in with Alveria, though is generous with what her weight is and her figure, fudging them just a bit.
[16:46] * Gourash growls, not squishing them....yet.
[16:46] * Eagan fills out his forms as well...
[16:46] * Amonet looks at Alveria dubiously, but does as she is told, filling out the form.
[16:46] <Ebiris> OOC: int check for Alvie, since she's the one filling in the main form
[16:47] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 this should totally be knowledge: arcana
[16:47] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 this should totally be knowledge: arcana and gets 17." [1d20=12]
[16:48] <Ebiris> In short order, Alveria hands the visa application to the leader, although Peterson tells Amonet that she needs to hand the magic license into city hall. "Let's see, yes... yes... hmm..." the other guard mutters as he begins to peruse Alveria's form.
[16:48] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Alvie
[16:49] <Alveria> OOC: whyyyyy
[16:49] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5
[16:49] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 and gets 23." [1d20=18]
[16:49] <Amonet> "So I'm not allowed to help the poor, bleeding guard before that?" she asks, frowning.
[16:49] <Ebiris> OOC: you passed, so you feel a faint ping of some hostile effect that was attempted on you but failed
[16:49] <Ebiris> "It's worse than it looks, really!" Peterson insists bravely.
[16:50] * Alveria twitches a little.
[16:50] <Amonet> "If you're certain...." Amonet trails off, her face showing displeasure.
[16:52] <Alveria> roll 1d20+19
[16:52] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+19 and gets 24." [1d20=5]
[16:52] <Ebiris> "Yes... wait... oh, no!" the guard shakes his head, looking over at Alveria unhappily. "Look, it clearly says that you're to list three main exports of your country, and you've put in four! And I don't think Love even counts, unless you elves have some sort of prostitution racket going on. You're going to have to fill these in again!"
[16:53] <Alveria> "No, read it again," replies Alveria, crossly. "'Gemlove' is actually a name for a product of ours. It's one word!"
[16:54] <Ebiris> OOC: bluff check
[16:54] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1 the time of failure is nigh!
[16:54] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+1 the time of failure is nigh! and gets 20." [1d20=19]
[16:55] <Ebiris> "Well why've you... no, wait, I suppose that could be the dot on the eye on the next line... Okay, everything looks to be in order, here." He then leans against the wall and scribbles on the bottom of the last page, before tearing a strip off and handing it to Alveria. "Here's your visa, your Highness. Make sure you don't lose it."
[16:56] <Alveria> "Thankyou!" she replies, cheerfully, and she starts to head on inside.
[16:56] * Amonet doesn't waste time in following, keeping close to Alveria.
[16:58] <Alveria> "Let's find a place to stay. And talk. Yes, talking. Much talking to be done."
[16:58] <Ebiris> "I'm hating this place already," Marjorie mutters as the party finalyl enters the town itself, finding themselves on a wide street with tall wooden houses on either side, and scattered merchant stalls along the sides of the road... there's not really that many, considering the space available, however, with lots of empty spots, or simply vacant stalls.
[16:58] <Gourash> "Too much silly paperwork," He agreed with Marjorie, looking around the town and watching more how the merchants seemed to act as they walked by, whether frightened or boldly hawking.
[16:58] <Amonet> "I understand the value of laws, but this... this is evil. And sadism." Amonet shakes her head.
[16:59] <Alveria> "Reform is clearly in order."
[16:59] <Ebiris> The merchants do seem rather subdued, mostly seeming to passively wait for their customers rather than advertising - and there's not a single street performer in evidence. On the plus side, there's no litter at all!
[17:00] * Gourash nods. "So we're decided?" He cut to the point.
[17:01] <Alveria> "Let's spread chaos. That should solve our problems," decides Alveria. "Devil-bitches power is based on law, not evil. So we can't just counter with good. At least.. uh.. I think so... we should free the Sunites, anyway," Her voice is quite low, and conspirational.
[17:02] * Gourash blinks and proposes his well considered and clearly workable solution. "We could oppose it by head cutting. Head cutting solves many problems with leaders."
[17:03] <Alveria> "Works better when they can't fly, teleport, and don't have a legion of warriors with them."
[17:03] * Amonet looks conflicted at the prospect. "I don't think her power literally comes from her wicked laws. Though I am loathe to agree with Gourash, why not go straight for the source of all evil, here?"
[17:03] <Ebiris> "She'll probably want to cut your heads once you start freeing prisoners and stuff like that," Marjorie notes.
[17:03] <Alveria> "What, you seriously can't propose to just front up to her office and throw down, right?"
[17:03] <Ebiris> "Yes, we'd need to book an appointment, wouldn't we?" Marjorie sighs.
[17:04] <Gourash> "Why not? We're diplo..diplo... We're noble people coming to give thanks for all the law and stuff."
[17:04] <Amonet> "With the proper spells prepared, and after gaining that appointment, we might succeed."
[17:04] <Gourash> "Very busy, very important. She has to see us," Gourash waved a finger. "Then we let her know how she's doing."
[17:04] <Alveria> "And then all her friends will kill us! There are most likely more of them than us!"
[17:04] <Alveria> "We should free the Suneites first, then at least we'll have help!"
[17:05] <Gourash> "This way we might have to deal with guards...that way we must deal with guards. This way better. We can hurry to the prison and release them afterwards."
[17:05] <Amonet> "And if it gives her chance to prepare? Or to call those many followers she has over to her side in advance?"
[17:05] <Gourash> "Well, if we want...they're not paying," He shrugged.
[17:05] <Alveria> "I don't think you understand how easy it is for her to get away," replies Alveria, teeth grating. "There's not even a guarantee our spells will work on her!"
[17:06] <Amonet> "If it fails, we can make an assault on the prison as she runs away?" Amonet proposes. "Then, we would have support, and we would have lost the element of surprise already against her."
[17:07] <Gourash> "If she able to get away from ambush...she be able to get away from prepared foreshadowed assault with her guards giving her notice."
[17:07] <Gourash> "Worse, we have no safe place in town."
[17:08] <Ebiris> "Maybe there's some sort of law we can use to trick her or something? Aren't Devils always supposed to get undone by loopholes in stories?" Marjorie suggests brightly.
[17:09] <Gourash> "Gourash no lawyer," He replied pensivelly.
[17:09] <Alveria> "Hah! She's deserve that. But I refuse to just walk in there and try to start shit. Let's at least get a look at her forces first."
[17:09] <Gourash> "Gourash okay with scouting...while we get appointment."
[17:09] <Amonet> "I don't know if I could do it, myself," Amonet admits. "It would be breaking a minor rule, really, and for a very good cause... but that way a slippery slope lies, doesn't it?"
[17:09] <Alveria> "A slippery slope to what?" asks Alveria, cluelessly.
[17:10] <Amonet> "Breaking the code I swore to live by is bound to have reprecussions, bad ones," Amonet elaborates. "Horus-Re would not look kindly to this."
[17:11] * Gourash blinks. "Code? What break?"
[17:11] * Amonet sighs. "Never mind."
[17:12] <Ebiris> "It's like the opposite of your code, Gourash," Marjorie pipes up, sounding like she's repressing a snicker.
[17:12] <Alveria> "Anyway, we have time. Once we tip our hand, it's over," notes Alveria. "So before we commit to something, we should get as much info as possible. From Torm, too, Eagan."
[17:12] <Amonet> "Why not make a plea to the gods for an answer?" Amonet voices. "They may be able to suggest the best course of action." As Alveria speaks, Amonet nods at her.
[17:13] * Eagan nods.
[17:13] * Alveria starts looking for an inn!
[17:13] <Eagan> "I will ask for his advice, but it shall take time for me to prepare.. By tomorrow, I will be able to give you his answer.."
[17:14] * Gourash whaps the spear.
[17:15] * Gourash joins Alveria in the looking for an inn. "Fine."
[17:15] <Ebiris> It takes some doing, passing by several inns which appear to have been boarded up and closed, but soon enough the party finds lodgings at the Sickened Slaad, where the elderly Githzerai proprietress offers to put them up for free on account of Puk'lor's presence, seeming rather awed to be in the presence of a Zerth.
[17:15] <Alveria> "So, Puk'lor," remarks Alveria. "Any suggestions?"
[17:17] <Ebiris> "From what I have heard, this town could use some discipline," the monk replies, steepling his fingers as the party gather round a secluded table in the mostly quiet inn, the other patrons seeming to be keeping to themselves. "But these laws are far from enlightened. We should see if there is any resistance within the town that could aid us - I find it hard to believe its spirit could have been broken so quickly."
[17:18] <Alveria> "You couldn't sweet-talk the niec proprietress about that, could you?" asks Amonet, blinking widely.
[17:18] <Gourash> "Weak people bend quickly under steel," Gourash replied.
[17:22] <Ebiris> "I will try," Puk'lor offers, going away to do just that!
[17:22] <Ebiris> roll 1d20
[17:22] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20 and gets 19." [1d20=19]
[17:27] <Ebiris> Shortly thereafter, he returns and sits down. "The problem appears that those most inclined to resist this new order are the same ones to whom forming an 'organised' resistance is anathema. She thinks the Sunites and the Cyric worshippers may have had a chance together, but they fought each other too much and were picked off seperately."
[17:27] <Ebiris> "She has heard that the blacksmith and the alchemist are working on something in secret together, and are known to despise the new order, but has no details."
[17:32] <Amonet> "Are there any procedures on meeting with the ruler? If one wishes to become a... Mercykiller, perhaps, or has important information about the resistance to share?"
[17:33] <Gourash> "We should ask the blacksmith and the alchemist...secretlike."
[17:33] <Ebiris> "The Mercykiller garrison would probably be the place to start for the latter. No doubt there's a firm buearocracy in place at the town hall to deal with any requests for the mayor," Puk'lor surmises.
[17:34] <Amonet> "If we were to get to the one in charge, there is magic which can make him more disposed towards us, forwarding our case that much faster. Should we try that?"
[17:35] <Alveria> "Maybe you can go and do that. I'll go and speak with the blacksmith and the alchemist."
[17:37] * Amonet winces. "My magic is not sufficient for this task."
[17:38] <Alveria> "I don't DO enchantments, so I can't do it," replies Alveria. "Besides, you're a better speaker than me..."
[17:39] <Gourash> "It is a dangerous idea. Who knows what spells are on the leadership anyway already."
[17:40] <Amonet> "I can try to talk to them, I suppose..." Amonet allows. "Would anyone care to join me?"

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on May 27, 2007, 02:03:02 PM

Please can you all post here what you each plan on doing before taking on the Law?

I'll try and get a scene with everyone during the coming week, or if necessary handle it via post on the board.

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Carthrat on May 29, 2007, 04:34:59 AM

Alveria is off to find the blacksmith! Or the alchemist.

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Dracos on May 29, 2007, 11:09:30 AM

Da forgetting. Sorry.

Anyhow, Gourash is going to hang around the bars, possibly drinking, mainly listening.

Dracos

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Corwin on May 29, 2007, 12:51:27 PM

City hall, like we discussed~

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Merc on May 31, 2007, 11:56:06 PM

I remember OOC chatter of me possibly going to rescue Sunenites. I can do that, or have Keylin getting stinking drunk or finding what amounts to the best 'sniping' spot in the city with a longbow or something else altogether. I'm not picky really.

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Dracos on June 01, 2007, 03:21:30 AM

Saturday morning might be good *shrugs sleepily*

Dracos

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 02, 2007, 01:22:24 PM

[14:58] <Ebiris> As Amonet and Alveria go off on their own errands, and the male party members prop up the bar, Keylin heads out to investigate the prison complex where Xaos' undesirables are currently incarcarated. The streets are twisting and rather easy to get lost in for part of the way, but she soon finds a rather easily navigable area before reaching the prison - most of the houses around it have been demolished, making it simple to locate. (more)
[15:00] <Ebiris> Ahead she can see the prison, surrounded by a fifteen foot high stone wall with sharp jagged protrusions dotting the top. Two thirty foot high guard towers are also seen, one at the Southwest corner and one at the Northeast corner of the complex - the prison itself is a squat and blocky two storey structure, and the only entrance to the complex is via a thick iron gate. (more)
[15:01] <Ebiris> Said gate is open at the moment with three Mercykillers escorting a gang of defiant looking prisoners all chained together out of the complex.
[15:03] * Keylin looks around, trying to get a good view for shadows or cover to use to sneak in with minimal interraction with anyone.
[15:06] <Ebiris> While the buildings have been demolished around the front of the prison, there's still a fair amount of rubble littering the area which could provide some cover. The gate itself is somewhat to the North of the West-facing wall, putting it a decent distance from either guard tower. A few taller buildings are also seen on the far side of the prison, seeming quite close to the walls.
[15:06] <Ebiris> Moving between them would probably provide some cover, if there are navigable alleys, there.
[15:21] <Keylin> 'This would be so much easier if it was in the forest,' Keylin grumbles in her head, her green outfit probably likely to stand out if she's not careful. Tapping her chin, she decides to check if she'll be able to use those tall buildings for cover, and hunts for alleyways she can use.
[15:23] <Ebiris> Working her way around to the other side of the prison complex, Keylin finds that most of the buildings are almost propped up against the prison wall, and a few have overhanging roofs that appear to obscure line of sight from the Northeast guard tower. Between that and the shadows, she's pretty sure she could move around here without being seen unless someone was sharing the same alleys.
[15:27] * Keylin looks around to see if anyone will spot her going into those alleys. Hopefully no one's around to spot her and she can get moving, she doubts anyone would inhabit those alleys in this city. So she hopes anyhow.
[15:27] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check
[15:27] <Keylin> roll 1d20+13
[15:27] <Reiko-chan> Keylin rolled : 1d20+13 --> [ 1d20=15 ]{28}
[15:28] <Keylin> OOC: Hey, it's Reiko! No evil hatbot!
[15:29] <Ebiris> Aside from a mangy looking cat that's sleeping against a filthy windowsill (Keylin can't really see inside between the grime and the darkness), Keylin appears to have the immediate area to herself. The alleys themselves twist and turn so much that there's no straight line to the main street, meaning she won't be seen by any passersby, either.
[15:34] * Keylin takes a deep breath and gets moving, trying to keep noise to a minimum.
[15:34] <Ebiris> OOC: moving where?
[15:36] <Keylin> ooc: deeper into the alleys and closer towards the prison.
[15:37] <Ebiris> OOC: move silently check
[15:38] <Keylin> roll 1d20+14
[15:38] <Reiko-chan> Keylin rolled : 1d20+14 --> [ 1d20=16 ]{30}
[15:40] <Ebiris> Slipping unnoticed into the alleys, Keylin works her way through the winding passages until she reaches the prison wall itself. There's little more than five feet between it and a lot of the buildings, and while the wall itself is smooth, the neighbouring houses are anything but, featuring numerous loose brickwork, drainage pipes, and windowsills (who'd want a window with this view?).
[15:43] <Keylin> 'Hmmm,' Keylin ponders as she taps her chin again, thinking deeply. 'Now what would be the easiest way?'
[15:45] * Keylin looks up to see how high it is to climb to a window or the roof. Preferably an open window if someone actually god forbid has their window open.
[15:48] <Ebiris> Most of the windows appear to be painted shut. A bit further along the wall there is a fairly squat wooden hut type building just under ten feet tall, sandwiched between two far taller structures. A bit more to the south, there's another building about thirty feet tall or so, with an open window facing the prison, its shutters fluttering in the breeze.
[15:51] * Keylin looks for entrances to the wooden house or the building with the fluttering window, still trying to stay unsuspicious.
[15:54] <Ebiris> Navigating the alleys, Keylin finds a doorway into the wooden house by circling around to the side farthest from the prison, obscured by a series of hanging beaded rope. Hazy smoke emanates from within. As to the other building, she finds it opens onto the main street (it's probably the biggest building around here), with a small stairway leading up to a double door with a few potted flowers around. It's a lot cleaner on this side, too.
[15:58] * Keylin goes look at the entrance to the wooden house first, looking for explanation of what a building so different from others is in this city. It'd seem just a little unorderly or something, right?
[15:58] <Ebiris> OOC: listen check
[16:00] <Keylin> roll 1d20+13
[16:00] <Reiko-chan> Keylin rolled : 1d20+13 --> [ 1d20=12 ]{25}
[16:01] <Ebiris> To be fair, most of the buildings have wildly different architectural styles and construction types. As she approaches the entrance (it has no windows), Keylin can hear murmured conversation from within, punctuated by high pitched laughter. Sounds like... they're debating whether an unarmed human could defeat a gorilla in a fight.
[16:05] * Keylin shakes her head at the topic and decides to go towards the other building.
[16:05] <Ebiris> OOC: rear or front?
[16:10] <Keylin> ooc: for fun, let's say front.
[16:12] <Ebiris> Back onto the main street Keylin goes! There are a few people walking here and there, but none pay her any particular mind. A pair of Mercykillers in their distinctive spiky armour and face covering helmets are seen further down the street and heading this way, everyone giving them a wide berth as they pass.
[16:16] * Keylin avoids the pair as well! Keylin continues to head towards the entrance of that building, curious as to what it houses.
[16:18] <Ebiris> Given the lack of signage and the fact that the door is closed, it's probably a private dwelling. One of the windows on the ground floor is open, a cooling pie seen on the windowsill and a kitchen within.
[16:23] * Keylin gives a small mental sigh and continues walking around the area, looking at everything and taking it in. Hopefully she'll get a different idea on how to get inside, or maybe it might be best to just group think with the rest of her companions.
[16:26] <Ebiris> The buildings against the East wall of the prison don't look that difficult to climb up - admittedly it'd be a big jump, but one could gain entry to the prison that way. Getting out again would be a trick, however. As she searches around and observes, Keylin does see that the main gates to the prison are opened every hour, with a chain gang either entering or leaving along with their guards.
[16:26] <Ebiris> Besides that... well, a lot of the ground isn't paved, so if someone had a spade and a lot of patience?
[16:30] <Keylin> Keylin decides to leave and talk with the rest. Getting in through the east side doesn't look that difficult to her, and gettng out shouldn't be too difficult if she hides herself amongst the prison break outs. But it might be best to talk with the others, see if anyone else wants to come, perhaps with their broom if they're not certian of the jump, or stick around in case something goes horribly wrong.

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 02, 2007, 01:22:56 PM

[19:10] <Ebiris> Leaving the rest of the party behind at the Sickened Slaad, Amonet seeks to get to the sordid heart of Xoas' new government! It's only a short walk from the inn before she reaches the town square (more of an irregular trapezoid, really). The few people milling about seem little different than she might see back on the Prime, mostly humanoid and hurrying about their business,
[19:10] <Ebiris> trying to ignore the grisly spectacle of a starting to decompose corpse hanging from the prominently displayed gallows. A large wooden platform also bears two people in stocks, one a bruised but still handsome man in expensive noble's garments, and the other an overweight middle aged woman with wild grey hair and crazed staring eyes. She seems to be ranting at the visibly uncomfortable man sharing her predicament.
[19:10] <Ebiris> There's also a strange dome of iron bars crossed against each other, bearing spikes facing inwards, with crusty drying bloodstains littering the interior. A yellow box-like creature with six limbs walks around outside said dome, making clicking and whirring noises to itself.
[19:10] <Ebiris> The city hall itself is a mismatched citadel of rusty green metal and wooden timbers, several precarious balconies jutting out and only held up by the most rickety wooden supports. A huge double door marks the entrance, although it appears to be rusted shut - a smaller human sized door is inset on it, however, and lies open.
[19:13] * Amonet walks through the human-sized door, papers in hand.
[19:19] <Ebiris> Entering the rickety fortress, Amonet finds herself in a large hallway, two sets of stairs leading up on either side to the rear of the hall, with five doors - two on each side, and one on the rear wall. The exposed wooden floorboards are freshly varnished, still smelling faintly, and a line of white paint bisects the hallway from one end to the other about twenty feet in.
[19:19] <Ebiris> Further on is a kiosk manned by a sweet looking old human lady, a small sign set next to her station, with a meshed wire all around said kiosk except for a small slot in front of the woman, perhaps large enough to fit a book through. She looks up at Amonet's arrival and smiles pleasantly, her grey hair in a severe bun and wearing an oddly loud pink knitted sweater adorned with sharp blue zigzags.
[19:20] * Amonet approaches the woman, glancing at the sign briefly.
[19:21] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check
[19:22] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[19:22] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 24." [1d20=19]
[19:23] <Ebiris> It's rather small, but Amonet can read it well enough almost as soon as she sets foot inside the door. The sign says "Wait at the white line until you are called."
[19:23] * Amonet stops at the white line, and looks expectantly at the lady in the kiosk.
[19:24] <Ebiris> The old woman smiles approvingly as Amonet stops... and that's about all she does. She looks right at Amonet, not seeming to have anything else at all to occupy her attention...
[19:25] * Amonet decides to try waiting for a while. She can certainly spare a few minutes.
[19:25] <Ebiris> If Amonet were of a mind to count, she'd find she waited exactly sixty seconds before the old woman speaks. "Next," she calls out in officious boredom.
[19:26] * Amonet approaches, giving the woman a hesitant smile, and shows her the papers she had filled out. "I was told to come here," she offers by way of explanation.
[19:27] <Ebiris> "Let's see..." the old woman picks up a pair of spectacles and puts them on, giving her a somewhat alarming bug-like appearance with how big her eyes now look. "Pass them through and I'll have a look?" she offers, gesturing at the slot in the mesh cage surrounding her desk.
[19:29] * Amonet places them and waits briefly. Just as the woman picks them up to do just that, however, Amonet speaks again. "Excuse me, Ma'am, but I'm new in town, and there are so many laws in place. Is there a handy rulebook you offer visitors, perhaps?"
[19:32] <Ebiris> "Where would the fun be in that?" she chuckles merrily as she begins to look over Amonet's paperwork.
[19:32] <Ebiris> "It's common sense, really. Like this - you want a magic license, don't you? Can't have just anyone running around casting magic - it'd be like the old days when they had mage duels in the streets, and if you opened your window at the wrong time you'd get turned into a newt! Happened to my friend Agnes once, I swear on the grave," she nods sollemnly.
[19:33] * Amonet nods, as this does sound reasonable. "But, forgive me for saying so, yet I don't see the common sense in having a wild beast guard those very papers from the people who own them, and a fiendish one at that."
[19:34] <Ebiris> She gives Amonet a condescending smile. "Well, dearie, that's why people like me and you don't make the laws, isn't it? Got to leave it to the..." she waves a finger in the air a moment, as if grasping for the right terminology. "The big picture thinkers! Yes, that's it."
[19:36] <Amonet> "Then you do see why I need to know more, don't you?" Amonet exclaims, though she calms down quickly. "I... I mean, what if I were to bump into someone else by accident, and end up in the stockade?"
[19:38] <Ebiris> That elicits a sympathetic nod from her. "Yes, I understand that, I suppose..." she leans forward and speaks in a harsh conspiratorial whisper, "That's why I haven't left here in two weeks - I'm safe here in my cage!" Straightening up and resuming her previous demeanour as if nothing had happened, "I suppose the hall of records might have those details, dearie, but let's see about this magic license first, shall we?"
[19:41] * Amonet nods, letting the woman get back to her job. "Two weeks?" she muses as she waits. "Is that the date the more recent rules were set, if I might ask?"
[19:42] <Ebiris> "A little bit before that," she nods, humming cheerily as she scribbles on a piece of paper and slides it through the gap towards Amonet and begins sorting through the magic license application form.
[19:43] * Amonet takes the proffered piece of paper, going over it.
[19:44] <Ebiris> Written in a shaky scrawl, it reads: IT'S NOT SAFE TO ASK QUESTIONS
[19:45] * Amonet frowns, but waits in silence, now.
[19:47] <Ebiris> After a few minutes she proceeds to stamp the last page of Amonet's application twice, tearing off half the page and sliding it back through the gap. "This all looks to be in order, dearie," she smiles nicely. "Now you'll want to see the Magister for your examination before you're fully certified."
[19:47] <Amonet> "And where can I find the Magister?"
[19:49] <Ebiris> "Climb up those stairs on the right, go down the hallway straight ahead, and it's the third door on the right," she replies cheerily, pointing in said direction. "Good luck!" Lowering her voice and covering her mouth, "I hope you don't end up like the last one..." she mutters almost inaudibly.
[19:50] <Amonet> "One last thing," Amonet says, adopting a somewhat queasy look, then. "What did the people being punished outside do, so I would not make the same mistake? For all I know, there could be very serious laws about how to walk up to and address the Magister...."
[19:51] <Ebiris> She cocks her head slightly. "So many people get punished here, it's hard to know which ones unless you narrow it down, dearie." She then abruptly looks upwards, almost panicked, "Of course, I'm sure they deserved it!" she adds quickly, making a warding gesture over her chest and shivering.
[19:53] <Amonet> "Of course," Amonet says blandly, and bows to the woman, before proceeding.
[19:54] <Ebiris> Up the stairs Amonet goes! She passes by several excitingly labelled doors, such as 'Department of Agriculture', 'Ministry of Love' (quiet but almost hysterical sobbing is heard as she passes that door), 'Registry of Births, Deaths, Marriages, and Transfigurations', and 'Employee Lounge' before she finally reaches 'Office of the Magister Arcana'.
[19:55] * Amonet knocks on the door, and waits for an answer.
[19:56] <Ebiris> "WHO DARES DISTURB MY MEDITATIONS?!" a booming male voice is heard from within.
[19:58] <Amonet> "It is the law that I come see you now," Amonet responds, her voice crisp. "But if your meditation takes precedence over it, Sir, I'll just leave."
[19:59] <Ebiris> "IF YOU ARE NOT AFRAID, THEN ENTER... AND BE JUDGED!" comes the loud reply. You can't help but note that the sobbing from the Ministry of Love is getting a bit more vocal at all this noise.
[20:00] * Amonet enters at that point, confident in her skills, the righteousness of her cause and the divine lance of killing bad people she possesses.
[20:05] <Ebiris> Inside Amonet finds herself in a room dominated by a massive wooden desk - it encompasses nearly three quarters of the room, although is itself strangely barren. Behind said desk, with a window to his back sits the presumed Magister - he sits oddly on his chair, with his feet on the 'seat' while he himself perches on the backrest.
[20:05] <Ebiris> He's surprisingly muscled for a wizard, looking like he could benchpress several Gourashes - said muscles are easy enough to see since he's barechested, wearing only a pair of black pants and no shoes. Every inch of skin also appears to be covered in tiny tattooed writing - looks like Infernal or Abyssal.
[20:05] <Ebiris> "SO, A SEEKER HAS COME TO TEST HERSELF?" he announces at Amonet's arrival, gazing at her with wild staring eyes.
[20:06] <Amonet> "Is the test dangerous or painful?" she asks, fretting. "I would not want to hurt you overly, Sir."
[20:10] <Ebiris> "AHHH, FOOLISH SEEKER," he intones, giving Amonet a scornful look, "LIFE IS PAIN! MAGIC IS DANGER! WHEN YOU UNDERSTAND THIS, YOU WILL TRULY BE READY!" he pauses, idly flexing his overdeveloped biceps, "SO IT FALLS TO ME TO PERHAPS INSTIL SOME MEASURE OF WISDOM IN YOUR SOFT AND MALLEABLE FORM! TO REND YOUR MIND WITH DARK SECRETS YOU PERHAPS SUSPECTED IN YOUR WORST NIGHTMARES, BUT NEVER DARED FACE... UNTIL THIS FATEFUL DAY!"
[20:12] <Amonet> "When I understand this, will I have to shout everything, too?" she asks curiously.
[20:12] <Ebiris> "NAY, FOR YOUR VOICE WILL BE TOO HOARSE FROM SCREAMING IN DARKEST TORMENT!" he replies, before throwing back his head and howling with laughter. "COME CLOSER, WHELP, SO I MAY TEST YOU!" he invites, beckoning Amonet towards him.
[20:13] * Amonet stares at him dubiously. "Alright, but I warned you." She steps closer!
[20:15] <Ebiris> He leans a bit closer in his odd perch atop the seat, seeming amused at Amonet's lack of fear. "YOU ARE BRAVE... OR FOOLISH. TIME WILL TELL," he comments, cupping his chin in one meaty hand. "NOW WE SHALL SEE IF YOUR BRAVADO IS TRULY JUSTIFIED, AS WE BEGIN... THE TEST OF WISDOM!"
[20:16] <Amonet> "I'll try not to embarrass myself, then," she tells him honestly. "Please reciprocate, Mister!"
[20:16] <Ebiris> He stares at Amonet for a long unblinking moment, before suddenly barking out, "WHAT IS SO FRAGILE THAT WHEN YOU SAY ITS NAME YOU BREAK IT?"
[20:17] <Amonet> "Silence?" she suggests. "Speaking of that, can you please speak more quietly? I am right here, after all."
[20:20] <Ebiris> "YOU HAVE ANSWERED WELL, SEEKER!" he booms out, slapping a hand on his thigh, "BUT SAVE YOUR REQUESTS, FOR THIS IS JUST THE WAY I TALK! NOW WE SHALL SEE IF IT WAS LUCK, OR IF A BRAIN TRULY RATTLES AROUND IN THAT PRETTY SKULL OF YOURS!"
[20:21] <Amonet> "Thank you for the compliment," she tells him. "I think."
[20:21] <Ebiris> "WHAT IS IT THAT YOU CAN KEEP AFTER GIVING IT TO SOMEONE ELSE?" he suddenly demands, leaning forward and causing his chair to wobble slightly before he quickly resumes his previous posture and avoids toppling over.
[20:23] <Amonet> "I would think there are many such things, but if I had to choose, I would go with my 'heart'," Amonet responds thoughtfully. "And I have a question of my own. My weapon is an extention of my body. Do you agree with that statement?"
[20:25] <Ebiris> "I SHOULD RIP YOUR HEART OUT AND TEST THE VERACITY OF THAT STATEMENT!" he roars, leaping up onto the desk and towering over Amonet. "AS FOR YOUR QUESTION, A WEAPON IS A TOOL OF ONE WHO IS TOO WEAK TO MASTER TRUE ARCANE POWER, FOR A SPELLCASTER'S TRUEST WEAPON COMES IN WORDS OF POWER AND ELABORATE GESTURES! A WEAPON IS A CRUTCH OF THE WEAK!"
[20:26] <Amonet> "But violence is forbidden and if you tried to do that the Mercykillers will come for you," Amonet points out.
[20:28] <Ebiris> "AH, BUT IF YOU WERE TO GIVE ME YOUR HEART, IT WOULD MERELY BE A BUSINESS TRANSACTION BETWEEN TWO CONSENTING AD..." he pauses and peers at Amonet oddly for a long moment. "HOW OLD ARE YOU, ANYWAY?"
[20:30] <Amonet> "Why do you need to know this?" she asks guardedly. "Was asking for my measurements, a signed picture and a how quickly I can get drunk if a friendly guard keeps serving me ale on the application forms not enough?"
[20:33] <Ebiris> "NEVERMIND!" he booms out, sweeping his arm dramatically as if to discard the topic before he begins pacing the table. "YOUR ANSWER TO THE SECOND TEST OF WISDOM HAS FAILED TO APPEASE ME. I WILL PERMIT ONE CHANCE TO APPEAL YOUR FAILURE, HOWEVER, FOR I AM NOT AN UNREASONABLE MAGISTER OF THE ARCANE!"
[20:35] <Amonet> "Love is the dominating emotion of the heart, so how about that?" Amonet suggests, relaxing somewhat. "I certainly keep it within mine even after sharing it with others, and the question did refer to me, specifically, if you look at it."
[20:39] <Ebiris> "THE HEART IS MERELY AN ORGAN FOR THE DISTRIBUTION OF BLOOD - EMOTION IS CENTRED IN THE BRAIN. BUT I DIGRESS, IT IS TOO LATE FOR SUCH FEEBLE JUSTIFICATIONS TO SWAY ME," he shakes his head. "THERE IS ONLY ONE CHANCE FOR YOUR APPEAL, NOW. FEAST YOUR EYES ON THIS!" he barks, one hand diving into his pants!
[20:42] <Amonet> "You will die a thousand deaths," Amonet declares, Marjorie's bindings released in a flash as she jumps back. "Unclench your hand and slowly remove it from your pants if you want to keep it."
[20:44] <Ebiris> He pulls out his hand, now holding a pair of small bone carved dice. "FOOLISH SEEKER, THINK YOUR IMMATURE CHARMS COULD TEMPT THE MAGISTER OF THE ARCANE? YOU NEED TO PUT ON SOME POUNDS BEFORE I WOULD SERIOUSLY CONTEMPLATE THAT!"
[20:46] * Amonet eyes him guardedly, neither coming closer or sheathing her lance. "Now I just know you're insulting me and my looks!" she tells him peevishly. "Fine, I have seen your...." She closes her eyes briefly, a headache coming fast. "Never mind," she says through gritted teeth. "Do I get my license now, please?"
[20:47] <Ebiris> "NOT YET!" he declares, kneeling down on the desk. "WATCH CLOSELY, SEEKER, AND SEE YOUR DESTINY UNFOLD, FOR YOUR NEXT WORDS WILL DETERMINE YOUR FATE. HIGHER?" he then rolls the two dice across the table towards Amonet...
[20:47] <Ebiris> roll 2d20
[20:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d20 and gets 27." [2d20=10, 17]
[20:47] <Ebiris> "OR LOWER?" he concludes as they come up showing twenty seven.
[20:48] * Amonet blinks. "The odds would suggest lower," she says at last, sighing.
[20:49] <Ebiris> "THE ODDS? THOSE ARE THE WORDS OF AN ORDERED MIND... LET US SEE IF THE UNIVERSE FAVOURS LAW OR CHAOS THIS FATEFUL DAY!" he concludes, scooping up the dice and rolling them again!
[20:49] <Ebiris> roll 2d20
[20:49] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d20 and gets 34." [2d20=18, 16]
[20:49] * Amonet cleaves through one of the die with her lance as soon as it lands.
[20:49] <Ebiris> OOC: attack roll, I guess
[20:50] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12
[20:50] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+12 and gets 28." [1d20=16]
[20:50] <Ebiris> OOC: damage?
[20:51] <Amonet> roll 1d8+8 have a second attack I'll try if this doesn't do the trick!
[20:51] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+8 have a second attack I'll try if this doesn't do the trick! and gets 12." [1d8=4]
[20:52] <Ebiris> Stabbing out, Marjorie catches the die just so to crush it to ivory shards, eliciting a loud crack of protest from the wood of the desk as it splinters beneath the ruined die!
[20:52] <Ebiris> OOC: make an intimidate check
[20:55] <Amonet> "Now, I have been asked some very embarrassing and downright humiliating questions, made to stand and wait in lines when no other people at all were present, forced to listen to you yell all the time despite this office being really small and cramped and you just pulled those evil things out of your pants. I am at the very end of my patience. Only the insistence that violence against other people would inconvenience me during my visit is
[20:55] <Amonet> staying my hand right now. ARE WE CLEAR?"
[20:55] <Amonet> roll 1d20+6
[20:55] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+6 and gets 16." [1d20=10]
[20:58] <Ebiris> The Magister of the Arcane swallows audibly, looking down at the solitary remaining die. "Right... eighteen. Looks like you guessed correctly, seeker," he replies meekly. Scurrying back towards his chair with the big desk between him and Amonet, he reaches into one of the drawers and takes out a wooden block and a spongy inkpad. "Just slide over your license form and I'll stamp it for you?"
[20:59] * Amonet slams the form on the ruined desk, sliding it over. "Please and thank you," she grates out.
[21:00] <Ebiris> He quickly stamps the form and slides it back. "You... you may go," he makes a weak shooing gesture, half hiding behind his chair after sending the license document back towards Amonet.
[21:01] * Amonet starts to do that, before stopping. "The people outside, in the stocks," she asks the Magister. "What crime have they committed?"
[21:02] <Ebiris> "Incitement to riot or treason... or both, I think," he replies, backing nervously towards the window.
[21:03] * Amonet nods curtly, and leaves the room.
[21:03] <Ebiris> "That was cool!" Marjorie gasps approvingly as soon as you're out. "Well, not the first part where he was being all rude and stupid, but the part where you totally showed him! Did you see how scared he looked?"
[21:05] <Amonet> "I can't say I enjoy making people afraid, but he was asking for a lesson," Amonet responds, sheathing Marjorie once more. "And I should have passed that stupid test, anyway. If he favors law over chaos, a chaotic test that gives a chaotic result is strange and wrong." She shakes her head, then. "How about we visit the Ministry of Love before we leave here?"
[21:06] <Ebiris> "I don't know, Ministry of Love? It just sounds... wrong," Marjorie replies dubiously as she's hidden away from the world.
[21:07] <Amonet> "I don't feel right leaving someone to cry there, all alone," Amonet responds, beginning to walk back.
[21:08] <Ebiris> Indeed muted sobbing is still heard from within as Amonet reaches the door bearing a plaque that reads 'Ministry of Love'.
[21:08] * Amonet knocks on the door to announce her presence, and then pushes it open, looking inside.
[21:12] <Ebiris> Inside the room Amonet can see a young elven girl with absurdly long and slightly unkempt brown hair - her appearance would make her a teenager by human standards, although for elves who knows? She's hugging some sort of large stuffed beholder with googly eyes and leaning against her desk on the floor. She looks up in alarm at the intrusion and bolts to her feet. "GET OUT!" she shrieks.
[21:13] <Amonet> "Don't you want some company when you're sad?" Amonet asks, giving her a friendly smile. "And if something is wrong, maybe I could help you!"
[21:14] <Amonet> roll 1d20+13 don't throw me out thx
[21:14] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+13 don't throw me out thx and gets 33." [1d20=20]
[21:16] <Ebiris> She draws breath as if about to scream, but then just deflates, leaning against her desk. "Oh, what's the use?" she asks miserably. "Do what you like."
[21:18] <Amonet> Still smiling, Amonet enters, closing the door quietly behind her. "Were you upset about all the yelling just now?" she asks, placing her hands in her lap.
[21:22] <Ebiris> "Being stuck across the hall from that guy is just the cherry on the top of my stupid worthless life," she replies sullenly, lifting herself up a bit to sit on her desk. A nameplate propped up on the front says 'Sibil Vester'. "What do you care, anyway?"
[21:24] <Amonet> "I'm Amonet!" she introduces herself, somewhat belatedly. "I think it's in my code to care. The code I live by, that is." She tilts her head thoughtfully. "Wouldn't you agree, Marjorie?"
[21:27] <Ebiris> "I remember when we first met, I thought you were a total interfering busybody!" Marjorie replies cheerfully.
[21:27] <Ebiris> "Who said that?!" the elf jolts off the desk, looking around in alarm. "Are you making fun of me?" she then aks, pouting unhappily.
[21:30] <Amonet> "Marjorie lives in my lance," Amonet tells her. "Though, you could also say that Marjorie is the lance, now. She's in a sheath right now because it might frighten people if they saw a glowing lance."
[21:32] <Ebiris> "Yeah, a talking lance, that's as stupid as..." the elf begins scathingly, before her eyes tilt upwards slightly and she tilts her head down and to the side, an ugly expression on her face. "It's just stupid."
[21:37] <Amonet> "I think you'll just have to take it on faith. Everything is possible with magic, you know?"
[21:38] <Ebiris> "I hear it messes up your voice, though," the elf replies, snorting huffily.
[21:41] <Amonet> "I have not noticed this, but I'm not very good at it yet, so maybe," Amonet allows, blinking. "Well, that was something about me. How about yourself?"
[21:42] <Ebiris> "I'm in charge of the... hmph, Ministry of Love," she replies bitterly, before adopting a saccharine tone and smile, "Have you looked around the town lately? Whole lot of love going around!"
[21:43] * Amonet nods. "From what I heard, it was different... oh, two weeks ago, give or take? What happened to cause such a radical change?"
[21:46] <Ebiris> "Everyone else is scared to talk, but I guess I haven't got anything to lose by now," she replies, sighing. "Besides, I'm probably not important enough to worry about. This crazy insane angel blew into town with all her hired goons on some stupid crusade to bring order to Xaos. Place has gone downhill ever since."
[21:47] <Amonet> "So the old mayor was killed, and an angel replaced him?" Amonet asks.
[21:50] <Ebiris> "Yeah, she's got some magic that makes everyone love her - I did, myself, until a few days ago. Guess I'm not important enough for her to bother refreshing it on me. This whole department's a joke!" she complains, kicking her plush beholder across the room. "I only got put in charge because everyone else skipped town and I was the one with most seniority left - nobody cares that being forty for an elf isn't the same as it is for a human!"
[21:51] * Amonet winces. "It sounds terrible!" she exclaims. "Oh, I would have been sad myself!"
[21:55] <Ebiris> "It is!" she nods empathically. "I hate it here - they keep giving me things to sign and stamp and I don't have a clue what any of it means, and they go on and on about how important it all is - like it's some sort of great quest we're all on together to be cogs in a rickety old machine!"
[21:57] * Amonet nods emphatically. "But why here and now? Why invest all this effort? If someone wanted to instill order, why pick Xaos? Is it truly a crusade, as you said?"
[21:59] <Ebiris> "You'd have to ask the new mayor," the immature elf snorts bitterly. "A cog just needs to turn, not to know why, right? Only the one at the top can see the big picture... unless she's just getting orders from someone else, but even so her view would be better than mine."
[22:02] <Amonet> "And a cog needs to have a lunch break," Amonet tells her suddenly. "It's Sibil, isn't it? Since I have only just arrived into town, would you like to show me where I could have a decent meal? I'll treat you as thanks."
[22:06] <Ebiris> "My lunch break isn't for another half hour... but screw it, every little rebellion undermines the glorious new order, right?" she sighs, flipping the nameplate over so it reads 'Gone Fishing'. "Sibil was my old boss, by the way. Haven't bothered getting a sign for myself - name's Giselle," she offers, grabbing a baggy and oversized coat from the stand and donning it. It makes her look twice as big.
[22:07] <Amonet> "It is very nice to make your acquaintance, Giselle," Amonet says, smiling once more.
[22:12] <Ebiris> Giselle replies with a weak smile of her own, going to open the door and heading down the hallway. "There's a nice..." she begins, before stopping as the door to the department of agriculture opens and a naked skeleton walks out.
[22:13] <Ebiris> "Giselle, what a surprise bumping into you - still feeling blue?" it asks, chattering its bony jaw.
[22:13] <Ebiris> "Oh, piss off, Stinky Pete!" the young elf cries, hurrying past.
[22:14] * Amonet likewise hurries past naked skeletons, catching up to Giselle without too much trouble and keeping protectively near her.
[22:15] <Ebiris> "Yeah, only in Xaos would an undead thing be in charge of the food," Giselle snorts in reply to the unspoken question as you head down the stairs.
[22:16] * Amonet shudders slightly, but does not comment.
[22:19] <Ebiris> "Anyway, like I was saying, there's a nice restaurant not too far from here," Giselle says as you pass a hunchbacked man conversing animatedly with the grey-haired woman in the kiosk, before leaving city hall and exiting onto the town square, which looks much as you left it. The boxy six-limbed creature now appears to be circling the gallows.
[22:20] <Amonet> "What IS that thing?" Amonet can't help but vocalize, giving the boxy creature a an equally fascinated and aghast look.
[22:20] <Ebiris> OOC: do you have knowledge planes?
[22:21] <Amonet> roll 1d20+3
[22:21] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+3 and gets 14." [1d20=11]
[22:22] <Ebiris> "It's a Modron," Giselle replies disgustedly as Amonet fails to identify it. "Stupid things've started showing up around town lately, spying on everybody and snooping around."
[22:23] <Amonet> "So it's a spy and a guard all at once?" she asks to clarify. "It watches the-- those people?"
[22:25] <Ebiris> "It watches everything - look how many eyes it has!" Giselle points at the creature, aghast. Indeed it seems to have eyes and other sensory organs on each side of its boxy main body. "Almost feels like their sizing the city up for something, maybe seeing how well it'd fit into Mechanus if things keep going the way they're headed."
[22:27] * Amonet nods. "And what's that?" she asks, indicating the dome of criss-crossed iron bars.
[22:34] <Ebiris> "I think it's called the lightning circle or something like that," Giselle shrugs. "Sometimes people have fights inside it... funnily enough, a lot of the time the portal to Limbo used to appear there as well. I never really paid much attention, though."
[22:36] * Amonet makes small talk after that, watching out for official-looking guards, modrons and the like. Once she is reasonably sure they are not being watched directly, she says quietly, "May I ask you why you stayed, Giselle, instead of running away with the others?"
[22:38] <Ebiris> "Are you kidding?" she stares at Amonet for a moment, "I'd get eaten alive out there! I might hate my job and my life, but I don't want to die or anything - No thanks, I'll just keep my head down and hopefully this'll all blow over."
[22:41] <Amonet> "I could help you," Amonet declares, her tone determined. "Just say the word, and you would not have to go back to that job you hate, where you live in constant anguish and fear for your life. I will keep you safe."
[22:45] <Ebiris> "Okay... remember what I said earlier about small rebellions?" she asks slowly, holding up her hand with index finger and thumb just barely touching, "I was thinking *really* small. I get the idea you've got a different scale in mind, Amonet, and I'm not sure you realise how dangerous that kind of thing is."
[22:51] <Amonet> "Knowledge is power, some say," Amonet responds with a self-deprecating smile. "I can't say that you'll convince me if you tell me just how overwhelming the odds are, but it might help me get through everything in one piece." She sighs, then. "Even if I could accept the idea of people being submitted to cruelty daily, hoping for everything to blow over... someone has to cause the change for the better. Things don't happen on their own. N
[22:51] <Amonet> o god will come in person, to step in. Instead, they would send a proxy. And if not I, then who?"
[22:54] <Ebiris> "It would be nice if some giant boot from heaven came down to stomp on her," Giselle admits with a wistful smile. "But seriously, she's like some nasty avenging angel thing, and she's got all those goons in the spiky armour backing her up. What are you going to do against all that?"
[22:58] <Amonet> "Make her regret she ever strayed from the path enough to fall," Amonet tells her firmly. "But I am neither delusional nor conceited. I need to know exactly how many of the Mercykillers she has working for her, how quickly she can summon them to her side, whether she has a guard constantly around her and if she employs other methods, much like those six-limbed creatures. I want to know of her routine, if she keeps one, and how one might
[22:58] <Amonet> catch her off guard; barring that, how one might get close enough to force a duel without fighting through legions of bodyguards, first, and alerting her ahead of time."
[22:59] <Ebiris> "Boy, you don't ask for much, do you?" the fortysomething elf drawls in reply.
[23:00] <Amonet> "I also asked you for a good place to have lunch," Amonet reminds her. "But I did offer to make it worth your while. I think it's only fair that people's kindness be rewarded in, well, kind."
[15:12] <Ebiris> "I dunno," Giselle shrugs helplessly as you head into a small restaurant with a few tables and a bar and grill. "I do know the Ankheg Stew is nice, though," she concludes, taking a seat at the bar. Place seems a bit quiet, just a human chef manning the bar and a wrinkled old Githzerai sitting at a corner table and drinking soup.
[15:12] <Ebiris> "I mean, she doesn't waste time with me, so I don't know what she does. I guess she spends most of her time in her office drowning under paperwork like everyone else in City Hall, these days."
[15:14] <Amonet> "I dare say that makes you lucky," Amonet comments. "I would not envy the people she does 'waste time' with."
[15:15] <Ebiris> "Yeah," Giselle shrugs after ordering two Ankheg Stews. "She ran around a lot right after she got here, putting down resistance and stuff, but now things have quietened down I don't think she gets out much."
[15:17] <Amonet> "Would it be too much to hope to find her complacent?" Amonet asks, waiting on their orders.
[15:19] <Ebiris> "I dunno. You'd have to be pretty tightly wound to find imposing order on Xaos to be your idea of a good time," the elf snorts in reply as the chef doles out two plates of yellowy-greenish meat in thick brown sauce garnished by lots of mushrooms.
[15:21] * Amonet tries the dish, keeping whatever reservations she might have to herself. "I do want to know what I would be up against," she muses thoughtfully. "Since the society takes order to the extreme, would there be detailed records of troop numbers and the like in existance?"
[15:26] <Ebiris> "Bound to be," Giselle nods, digging in with gusto. Amonet finds that it's actually rather tasty - the meat is soft and rich, almost seeming to dissolve in her mouth, and the mushrooms are nice enough, too. Sauce is probably a bit too spicy, but it livens the dish up. "You have to sign a book just to use the bathroom, up there."
[15:28] <Amonet> "I heard something about archives?" Amonet suggests. "The stew really is nice."
[15:31] <Ebiris> "Ankheg's are hard to farm, but the meat's worth it!" the chef informs Amonet brightly.
[15:31] <Ebiris> "Oh, yeah, the Hall of Records. Where all the paperwork goes to die," Giselle laughs bitterly. "I hear there's an imp down there working full time just to try and catalogue and sort all the records kept by the old administration. They weren't big on the dewey decimal system," she cracks a smile.
[15:35] * Amonet returns the smile, easily. "Can you help me get in there? I must admit to a certain degree of amusement from using the devil's own vices against her."
[15:38] <Ebiris> "You'd have to ask Mrs Gunderson for the keys... although I guess if I'm in charge of an entire Ministry I should be able to get them," Giselle ponders, finishing off her stew. "I've never actually been there myself, though, so I don't really know what it'll be like."
[15:40] <Amonet> "A new experience, not something preordained...." Amonet snorts. "I think it could be fun, myself, as long as we don't lose our heads and don't act stupidly."
[15:40] <Ebiris> "Yeah, I'd really hate to see how things could get worse," the young elf replies sullenly.
[15:43] <Amonet> "I'll do my best to show you that things can be better," Amonet promises Giselle, patting her shoulder lightly. "I promise. I won't leave before I've made a difference."
[15:45] <Ebiris> "I hope you can back those words up," she sighs in reply, leaning slightly into Amonet's patting.
[15:46] <Amonet> "You won't have to wait long," Amonet adds, returning to her lunch.
[15:49] <Ebiris> Giselle pushes her plate away, having finished her own, and waits on Amonet. "Where're you from, anyway?" she asks conversationally as Amonet dines.
[15:53] <Amonet> "Tesherit," she responds, savoring the taste of the stew. "I doubt you would have heard of it."
[15:55] <Ebiris> She shakes her head in reply. "No. Is it in the Outlands?"
[15:57] <Amonet> "I think I might have a map!" Amonet declares happily, having just thought of it, and searches in her pack for one, centered on Mulhorand and its neighbors and protectorates. "There it is, to the east," she points out for Giselle.
[15:57] <Ebiris> Giselle looks dumbly at Amonet's map for a long moment. "So... where's here?" she asks, vainly searching for any familiar landmarks.
[16:00] <Amonet> "You can come and visit some day," Amonet offers kindly, giving the directions. "I'll show you all the sites, then!"
[16:04] <Ebiris> "Oh, you're from the Prime?" Giselle looks surprised. "I thought you people were meant to be really stupid, though - I'd never have guessed if you hadn't told me!" she marvels.
[16:05] <Amonet> "I'll... take that as a compliment for not looking stupid?" Amonet ventures, uncertain.
[16:06] <Ebiris> "It is," Giselle insists. "I mean, I figured you were from Arcadia or some place like that, not the Prime!"
[16:08] <Amonet> "I hope to change the reputation of us... Prime people... in that case," she says, her voice becoming more certain as she speaks.
[16:09] <Ebiris> "Good luck with that," Giselle offers supportively, getting up and leaving Amonet with the bill. "So, back to the fortress of order, then?"
[16:10] * Amonet happily pays for the meal, standing up as well. "I suppose we must."
[16:12] <Ebiris> Back through town the pair go, before reaching the town square and the town hall...
[16:15] <Ebiris> Into the hall you go, Giselle heading right up to the kiosk... only for the old woman to cough and give her a dirty look, pointing to her sign. Sighing, the elf girl goes to stand behind the white line. "I work here, I shouldn't have to do this, Mrs Gunderson!" she protests.
[16:15] <Ebiris> "The law applies equally or not at all, dearie, you should know that by now," the sweet old lady retorts.
[16:18] <Amonet> "You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar," Amonet murmurs to Giselle, coming to stand next to her. "A momentary inconvenience, and we can cut through many future, larger ones."
[16:20] <Ebiris> "She's just crazy," Giselle whispers almost inaudibly as a minute passes before Mrs Gunderson deigns to speak.
[16:20] <Ebiris> "Yes, dearie?" she smiles pleasantly to you both. Huffing, Giselle stalks forward, and after a brief exchange she's handed a set of keys.
[16:20] * Amonet steps up to the elf. "Do you know the directions?" she asks her.
[16:22] <Ebiris> "Yeah, follow me," she nods, heading through one of the doors beneath the stairs and leading Amonet along a corridor until they reach a door labelled, "Downstairs to Hall of Records," which she duly unlocks, revealing an unlit stairway leading down.
[16:24] <Amonet> "I should go first," Amonet suggests, retrieving Marjorie and allowing her to illuminate the way. "Just in case they have a leopard."
[16:27] <Ebiris> "I hear they only attack if you turn your back on them," Giselle replies, swallowing nervously as Amonet leads her down the spiralling staircase... (more)
[16:30] <Ebiris> The hall of records is immense, stretching farther than the light shed by Marjorie when you reach the bottom of the stairs. Rows upon rows of filing cabinets fill the hall, some reaching as high as the ceiling.
[16:30] <Ebiris> Yet rather than being orderly straight rows, it appears to have been designed more like a maze, with paths branching off and blocked at random by haphazardly placed shelves. Dozens of stacks of paper are visible, some littering the floor and others just placed on top of the cabinets.
[16:30] <Ebiris> OOC: listen check
[16:30] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[16:30] <Reiko-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+5 --> [ 1d20=14 ]{19}
[16:31] <Ebiris> There's an odd scurrying noise visible from deeper within, the sound of something moving around...
[16:32] <Amonet> "Let's go towards the sound," Amonet suggests, doing just that. "Keep close to me, Giselle."
[16:35] <Ebiris> The elf nods fearfully as Amonet makes her way into the maze! It's hard to pinpoint the exact source of the sound, however - the filing cabinets alternately echo and deaden noise, making it hard to judge just where it is...
[16:35] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8
[16:35] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+8 --> [ 1d20=8 ]{16}
[16:37] <Ebiris> The noise does quiet down a bit, but its still present to Amonet's ears, seemingly getting closer as she works her way through the nightmare of filing... many cabinets have been opened, their contents spilling onto the floor, and the occassional tiny bones are seen littering the ground as well.
[16:38] <Amonet> "Do you have the archive keeper's name, by chance?" Amonet asks.
[16:40] <Ebiris> Giselle shakes her head. "I never come down here. From what I've heard people just leave paperwork at the door and it... gets taken."
[16:40] * Amonet nods, and checks the open cabinets to see if she can establish some sort of order in the filing.
[16:41] <Ebiris> OOC: int check
[16:41] <Amonet> roll 1d20 laf
[16:41] <Reiko-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20 laf --> [ 1d20=9 ]{9}
[16:44] <Ebiris> It appears entirely random to Amonet. One document is a tax filing for Citizen Shmork, and its neighbour is a crime report into a robbery at Stone's Trade Goods. No connection she can see between them, or any others in that group of files.
[16:44] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check
[16:44] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[16:45] <Reiko-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+5 --> [ 1d20=1 ]{6}
[16:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[16:45] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+12 --> [ 1d20=4 ]{16}
[16:45] <Amonet> "I can't find a method to the madness," she tells Giselle. "How about you?
[16:46] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5
[16:46] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+5 --> [ 1d20=18 ]{23}
[16:47] <Ebiris> Giselle opens her mouth to reply when suddenly a diminuitive blue figure leaps off the filing cabinet behind Amonet, hurling himself at the brave paladin with an incoherent cry of fury!
[16:47] <Ebiris> OOC: grapple check
[16:48] <Ebiris> roll 1d20-4
[16:48] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20-4 --> [ 1d20=7 ]{3}
[16:48] <Amonet> roll 1d20+10
[16:48] <Reiko-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+10 --> [ 1d20=14 ]{24}
[16:50] <Amonet> Amonet's arm lashes out as the diminutive thing leaps at her, grasping its throat squarely. "Jumping at people is wrong!" she lectures the struggling, furious thing.
[16:51] <Ebiris> The loincloth clad goblin thrashes wildly in Amonet's grasp but has no leverage to speak of, and isn't very strong to begin with. "Graaah! Get out! This place is mine!" he squeals in fury. "Tresspassers not permitted!"
[16:52] <Amonet> "We have a key," Amonet reasons. "Therefore, we are not tresspassing."
[16:54] <Ebiris> "Key, what key?!" he babbles loudly, eyes bugging out. "Give me key! Won't let you ruin things! You wreck pretty files, I saw you touching! No touch! No touch!" so exclaiming he desperately claws at Amonet's gauntleted hand, failing to accomplish anything.
[16:55] <Amonet> "If I promise not to touch any files, will you tell me what I wish to know instead?" she asks him as he dangles in the air.
[16:55] <Ebiris> "I kinda wish it was an Imp..." Giselle mutters, covering her mouth as she watches the drama play out.
[16:56] <Amonet> "We can't have everything in life," Amonet responds, shrugging.
[16:56] <Ebiris> "You promise leave Digby's files, he tell you what you want, then you go!" the goblin insists, nodding his head as vigourously as Amonet's iron grasp permits.
[16:57] * Amonet nods firmly. "Of course, if you try to go back on your deal, I will be honor-bound to touch every single file in this place," she tells him, placing the goblin back on the ground.
[16:58] <Ebiris> A full body shiver courses through the goblin's tiny frame at that. "Then Digby have to reorganise everything! You no touch!" he insists, looking up at Amonet distrustfully. "No touching and we get along fine!"
[16:59] * Amonet nods again. "Very well. To start with, I need to find out what the two people chained at the town square are being accused of, and what is to be their punishment."
[17:00] <Ebiris> "Give Digby key, too! That way no one else come in and touch - Digby hate when people touch his files!" the goblin demands, holding out a grubby hand expectantly.
[17:00] <Amonet> "You will get the key once we leave, and no sooner," she returns firmly.
[17:01] <Ebiris> "Stupid... grrr, you wait here!" Digby replies, before bounding up onto one of the filing cabinets. "You wait here and you no touch nothing - Digby know if you do!" he insists, before scurrying away over the tops of the cabinets like an ugly blue monkey.
[17:02] <Amonet> "I believe we should be grateful for that loincloth," Amonet comments.
[17:09] <Ebiris> "Agreed," Giselle nods empathically as you wait. A minute or two later, Digby comes bounding back over the cabinets, carrying a sheaf of paper. "Peoples in stocks right now is Watchful Skull Dagis Zoreth, and Heartkeeper Lucas Hermann. They both charged with incitement to riot, preaching without license, conspiracy to commit treason, and treason." He cocks his head quizzically, "Being in stocks is punishment, right?"
[17:09] <Amonet> "It usually is," Amonet agrees. "So they are not to be executed or anything of the kind?"
[17:11] <Ebiris> His tongue sticking out the side of his mouth, Digby leafs through his files for a moment. "No. They go in stocks for three days a week for next two months, rest of time is spent in solitary confinement. After two months they go to work gangs. Sentence is ten years."
[17:12] <Amonet> "Do you know those people, or recognize their names?" Amonet asks of Giselle.
[17:13] <Ebiris> "Yeah, they're in charge of the churches of Cyric and Sune. Or were," Giselle shrugs.
[17:14] * Amonet nods. "What would be enough to vacate the city square, or at the very least, call the guards away from it for a few minutes?"
[17:15] <Ebiris> "Some sort of big emergency somewhere else in town? I dunno," Giselle shrugs again. "They might put more guards there to protect the city hall if it was something big, though."
[17:15] <Ebiris> "You done yet?" Digby asks impatiently, tapping his bare foot. "Digby tell you what you want, now give key and stop bothering Digby!"
[17:17] <Amonet> "There is more I need to know, first," Amonet tells Digby, and asks for the reports on troop strengths and composition, as well as where they are being stationed, their approved patrol routes and any guards the mayor might have, along with detailed maps to the building and for the sanitation system around city hall.
[17:18] <Ebiris> Digby's eyes pop out in mute fury, before he bounds off through the filing system, grumbling in some unintelligible language as he goes.

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 02, 2007, 01:35:24 PM

Amonet learns the following from Digby:

Xaos' troop strength consists of 130 Mercykillers who were brought in by Shayeera, and 80 local recruits. There are others filling support positions, but that represents total fighting strength.

Two man patrols cover the city, each one allocated to a particular zone of two or three streets. Three man guard stations are set at various busy intersections, and at the gates into the city.

Shayeera has no official guards herself, although her office is just down the hall from the commander of the Mercykillers.

Nasfreiyin is apparently a wanted criminal, who's rap sheet lists sedition, prostitution, and smuggling.

Amonet also gets to look at floorplans to the City Hall, and a map of the sewers surrounding it. Digby does not let her take said maps. Shayeera's office is on the third floor, however, facing the main square. There are no access points from the sewer into the building that are big enough for a person to fit through.

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 03, 2007, 10:26:12 AM

[13:03] <Ebiris> With some directions provided by Puk'lor, it's easy enough for Alveria to find the alchemist's shop - as if it didn't stick out enough on its own, painted in red and yellow stripes like a big circus tent and given lots of space from the surrounding buildings. Purple smoke blooms out of the chimmney and the shop bears a sign of an exploding potion bottle that reads "Alchemic Excess" below the picture. The door is presently open!
[13:04] * Alveria winces, but heads inside, putting all of her faith into her sterling personality!
[13:07] <Ebiris> Inside Alveria finds herself in a circular room with shelves on all the walls brimming with potions. A chubby little gnome in a pointed hat much like Alveria's is manning a counter to the rear, intently spinning around a small centrifuge full of some cloudy purple liquid. He does look up upon her entrance, however. "Ah, a customer, perchance?" he exclaims delightedly. "How might I, Oswald Firestarter, be of service?"
[13:09] <Alveria> "I've always been deadly curious about starting fires," gushes Alveria. "I take it the name is not just a coincidence?"
[13:10] <Ebiris> "A parting gift from my parents after they told me I couldn't use the family name, anymore," he replies, chortling. "Unfortunately I'm not allowed to sell Alchemist's Fire right now - new laws, you see - but for any other potion-ery needs, I am here to serve!"
[13:12] <Alveria> "That's such a terrible pity," replies Alveria, frowning. "I've just blown in from outside, you see, and I was hoping to restock. But things in this city are really so uptight."
[13:14] <Ebiris> "Ahh, well, we get by. Xaos has always been Xaos, after all," Oswald nods sagely. "These new laws are just another fad that'll blow over in a few weeks once people get bored of them, I bet."
[13:16] <Alveria> "Oh? What makes you so sure?" asks Alveria, quirking an eyebrow.
[13:19] <Ebiris> "Well, Chaos is change, is it not?" he asks, leaning on his counter and giving the centrifuge a little twirl. "And if we're all chaotic all the time, then becoming lawful for a little while is really just an aspect of chaos, if you think about it, right? After all, who would expect Xaos to become a bastion of order - it's the ultimate chaotic joke!" he exclaims, throwing his hands wide.
[13:19] <Ebiris> "But we can't stay all lawful-like forever, since that defeats the point. Things'll cycle back to the way they were before, you mark my words."
[13:20] <Alveria> "Hmm. It seems the cycle isn't working in my favour," replies Alveria, theatrically. "We were hoping to catch the portal to Limbo, and all. But it seems this spate of Law has closed it down for me. And I don't really think I have time to wait..."
[13:23] <Ebiris> "That's a pity," Oswald replies sympathetically. "Say, I've got a potion that'll perk you right up, though!" he hops down from behind his counter and walks around to a shelf on the wall, picking up a potion filled with swirling purple and yellow liquid. "Protection from Law!" he announces proudly. "Just the thing for when the Mercykillers are getting you down."
[13:24] <Alveria> "I'm surprised that's legal."
[13:25] <Ebiris> "They've not banned it, yet," Oswald replies, briefly tossing the vial in his grasp. "And it's practically a steal at only fifty gold!"
[13:26] <Alveria> "I do have one question, I must confess," continues Alveria, cocking an eyebrow. "What do you think will happen to the angel?"
[13:28] <Ebiris> "Angel?" he raises a bushy eyebrow in reply, before comprehension dawns. "Oh! Haha!" he slaps his thigh in amusement, "I see they've fooled you, too! That's no angel we've got in charge, my dear! Or at least, she's not been an angel for a few millenia. No, she's just an uncharacteristically good looking Devil. Puts on a good show, though."
[13:31] <Alveria> "Hmm. Sounds like more of a reason to accelerate the process of change. I'm a little dissapointed, I'd heard you were a real... progressivist." Alveria hands over a few platinum pieces, accepting the potion. "But I suppose I could go and talk to.. what was it? The blacksmith?"
[13:34] <Ebiris> "Oh, things might change sooner than you think," he replies, handing over the potion in exchange for Alveria's coin. "That's the thing with this town - no one can ever tell what'll happen, next. Still, if I might be so bold as to hazard a prediction of my own..." his expression briefly turns more serious, "I wouldn't want to be carrying out any business at the city hall in the next few days."
[13:36] <Alveria> "Ah, but we were so desperate to get an audience with the devil," replies Alveria. "We just wanted her to loosen up a little. Do you think there'll be an opening in her schedule?"
[13:40] <Ebiris> "That's the thing with devils, isn't it? Everything has to be on schedule like clockwork - why, if you know a devil's schedule, it's almost as good as reading it's mind." Oswals replies, eyeing the elf thoughtfully.
[13:40] <Ebiris> "But keeping company with her kind isn't really the safest thing in the planes, is it? If I were you I'd just give her a wide berth - she's no doubt busy putting out bureacratic fires and keeping the roof from figuratively falling down on her head, and won't have time for much else."
[13:49] <Alveria> "Not to speak too bluntly," replies Alveria, smiling. "But devils are rather resistant to fire, don't you think? And then there are her loyal servants." Steepling her fingers, she bends down until she's level with the gnome- "It'd take divine help to stop them regaining control, I believe- at just the right moment."
[13:51] <Ebiris> Oswald meets Alveria's gaze for a long and silent moment, before he walks over and closes the door of his shop, turning the lock. "Divine help didn't do much for the servants of Cyric and Sune," he replies bluntly. "As for the fire... it's not for the devil herself."
[13:52] <Alveria> "It's too her organization?" queries Alveria, frowning.
[13:53] <Ebiris> "You're an awfully curious woman, Miss...?" the gnome trails off leadingly, looking at Alveria.
[13:54] <Alveria> "I'm the queen of evermeet," replies Alveria, handing over her visa.
[13:57] <Ebiris> He doesn't even look at it. "And what interest does a queen have in this humble town?" he asks sarcastically.
[13:59] <Alveria> "Like I said. I want to use the portal to limbo," replies Alveria. "It so happens that we ran into the succubus on our trip here. Nasfreiyin, I think it was?
[13:59] <Alveria> (more, bah)
[14:00] <Alveria> "She told us of what was going on here. I don't condone either fiend, but it so happens the morality and desire seem to combine in this place."
[14:05] <Ebiris> He snorts. "How like her to send someone else rather than get her hands dirty... Alright, then, I'll let you in on a little secret, your Majesty. I'm going to bring that whole rotten building in the middle of town right down on top of Shayeera's head, right when she's in the middle of her daily meeting with all the other high muckety mucks."
[14:05] <Ebiris> "Then things'll go right back to normal, except with a big crater in the middle of town instead of city hall. Probably an improvement, I'd say."
[14:09] <Alveria> "I see. That's not a bad idea," replies Alveria, chewing her lip. "Unless she survives, or teleports away in time. And then there are the mercykillers to deal with."
[14:12] <Ebiris> "Unfortunately I've no way to stop her teleporting, so I've got to hope a few hundred tons of rubble falling on her head will do the trick in one go," Oswald shakes his head.
[14:13] <Ebiris> "As for the Mercykillers..." a demented grin lights up his face as he rubs his hands gleefully, "Without their leader, they'll go mad with rage and grief, taking their fury out on the city without direction - There'll be anarchy in the streets. Madness. Chaos! They'll become exactly what they hate."
[14:17] <Alveria> "Well. I can see two flaws with your plan. Luckily, I can fix them," replies Alveria, chuckling. "Firstly; if she teleports away. I believe I could sneak in and hit her with a dimensional anchor, pre-empting such a move. Then the rubble should do the trick.. and if it doesn't, we'll just finish her off later." (More.)
[14:18] <Alveria> "And the mercykillers? If they ransack the city, there won't be a Xaos left. But if we could break the clerics out.. well, the clerics of Sune.. then they'd be able to fight them back and stem the tide. They're *used* to fighting in a disorganized way. Get me?"
[14:20] <Ebiris> "I don't really care about the religious nutjobs either way," Oswald shrugs nonchalanatly. "I do like your plan to get in there and hit her with a dimensional anchor right before it all goes down - Xaos will always remember your brave sacrifice, oh Queen of Evermeet!"
[14:22] <Alveria> "Oh. I'll be fine," remarks Alveria. "I'm no martyr. But I'll need to confer with my friends to get the job done right," replies Alveria. "I'll contact you again, Mr. Firestarter."
[14:23] <Ebiris> "Don't take too long," he replies, unlocking the door.

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 03, 2007, 02:22:48 PM

[15:09] <Ebiris> After an afternoon of drinking for the men of the party, Amonet, Alveria, and Keylin all return from their respective errands, and the group meets to plan out their next move within the privacy of their free room at the Sickened Slaad...
[15:12] <Alveria> "Well, like I was saying earlier," states Alveria. "The gnome alchemist and the blacksmith basically plan to blow up the city hall and crush Shayeera inside. This.. well, it has merit. But it's also got it's flaws."
[15:12] <Ebiris> "Yeah, won't that kill everyone else in there?" Marjorie asks, sounding appalled.
[15:13] <Alveria> "Yep. So I'm stuck."
[15:17] <Eagan> "Let me consult with Torm on this, first.."
[15:17] <Alveria> "Alright."
[15:17] * Eagan kneels down and takes out his Holy Symbol while muttering prayers and focusing on his question..
[15:18] * Amonet pats Marjorie. "We won't go with any plan that blows up city hall like that, don't worry."
[15:19] <Eagan> "Lord Torm, what course of action would best suited to defeat the one known as Shayeera, without killing those who are innocent?"
[15:19] <Eagan> roll 1d100
[15:19] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls 1d100 and gets 48." [1d100=48]
[15:22] -> *Eagan* You hear it! In your heart the voice of your lord rings out! "Suffer not the fiend to live. Challenge her in her own house, and though you face great risk, the danger will not be shared with the innocent."
[15:23] * Eagan lets out a breath and nods to himself before standing again.
[15:23] <Eagan> "Torm's will be that we face her in her own house. It's the only way to minimize the risk to innocents."
[15:25] <Keylin> "You should have asked him the course of action to minimize risk to us too, I think," Keylin comments.
[15:29] <Ebiris> "So... what're we going to do, then?" Marjorie pipes up.
[15:32] <Alveria> "I'm *thinking*," replies Alveria, sullenly. "Hmm. We can probably get a quick audience with her if we report some kind of terrorist attack directly to her. We could probably tell them about the gnome.. I don't really think someone willing to get half the city killed should be let alone." (More.)
[15:32] <Alveria> "Anyway. Hopefully that'll draw her and her aides somewhere we can fight 'em, and then me and Eagan can lay into her with dimensional anchors, and we'll have ourselves a good old brawl. Meanwhile, I bet Keylin could be sneaking in and freeing the prisoners- I could arrange some weapons with the blacksmith, maybe buy one of the explosive orbs off of the gnome."
[15:33] <Alveria> "So basically we want to attack the city hall, not have it blow up mid-fight while we're still in there, and break people out of prison, all at once."
[15:35] <Ebiris> "So who will attack the Erinyes and who will release the prisoners?" Puk'lor asks dourly.
[15:36] <Alveria> "You and Keylin could release the prisoners," considers Alveria. "Myself, Amonet, Gourash and Eagan could confront the Erinyes."
[15:42] * Gourash leaned forward, considering the plan. "I agree with some... but if we let them know of such, wouldn't it have them on their guard? We could end up walking not to her, but to a squad of her guards."
[15:42] <Amonet> "There is one other thing," Amonet says. "As she has control over some of the people around her, perhaps spells taking this control away, even temporarily, be prudent to have?"
[15:43] <Alveria> "Mmm. Both good points. As to the second, I'll bring along some dispels. But to be honest, I'm not so sure how we can get close to her."
[15:43] <Amonet> "Protection from Evil should suffice, I think."
[15:43] <Ebiris> "I might be able to handle that, at least for people that stay close to me," Marjorie chimes in, sounding pleased with herself.
[15:43] <Alveria> "Doesn't work on charms."
[15:44] <Amonet> "Doesn't she have a version of Dominate?" Amonet asks, confused.
[15:44] <Alveria> "Wait, yes it does," mumbles Alveria.
[15:45] <Alveria> "Er. Doesn't matter either way! Good idea."
[15:45] <Alveria> "Eagan, can you prepare one of the magic circles? Hm... against Law seems most appropriate."
[15:46] <Alveria> "
[15:47] <Eagan> "No, my powers are those of Good. I can not guard against my own power."
[15:47] <Alveria> "Er... well, against Evil, then," mumbles Alveria. "Yeah. If you walk in with that on, anyone in the radius will be temproarily free of her charms."
[15:49] <Gourash> "That is a good plan," Gourash nodded. "But what about the first?" He grunted. "No good finding she not in the building."
[15:49] <Eagan> "I can, however it will take a day of prayer to do so.
[15:49] <Eagan> "
[15:49] <Alveria> "That's fine. And I found out she has a daily meeting inside the building. THat'll be the time to go."
[15:50] * Gourash grins toothily. "Is the building large? If it small, we could get to her before anyone questions."
[15:51] <Alveria> "Point! It's in a room.. I wish I had a map, I got some rough directions," explains Alveria, laying them out.
[15:52] <Amonet> "I saw just such a map," Amonet reveals, showing her crude copy in a diagram.
[15:53] <Alveria> "Brilliant! The only real problem I can think of is if the gnome blows up the building while we're still there. He seemed pretty crazy. I mean, like, how you can you like blowing stuff up that much? It's not natural."
[15:53] * Amonet nods somberly. "Did he tell you whether he had the explosives in place?"
[15:54] <Gourash> "Siege people always crazy," Gourash commented. "Enjoy own work too much."
[15:54] <Alveria> "Nope."
[16:06] <Ebiris> ------
[16:07] <Ebiris> After synchronising with Keylin and Puk'lor who go away to organise their jailbreak, the rest of the party prepare for their assault on City Hall. "If anyone wants to stay close to Amonet, I've figured out the whole 'protection from evil' thing this lance used to be able to do," Marjorie offers as the group make their final preperations...
[16:08] * Amonet tends to keep close to Alveria to protect her as it is.
[16:09] <Alveria> "Brilliant," replies Alveria. With just minutes to go before rushing in.. "Ok. Right before we head in, I'm going to cast haste on all of us, and fly on Gourash and Amonet. They'll be extended, so they'll last a while," explains Alveria.
[16:09] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Alvie
[16:09] <Eagan> "I shall need a moment as well to place spells on us."
[16:10] <Alveria> "Well! Let's.. get.. BUFF."
[16:11] * Alveria casts mage armour, shield, and stoneskin upon herself. Then, just before they're about to enter the hall, she casts extended haste, and the extended Fly(s), as promised.
[16:12] <Ebiris> OOC: make your will save, please
[16:12] <Alveria> OOC: Oh fine
[16:12] <Alveria> roll 1d20+6
[16:12] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+6 and gets 24." [1d20=18]
[16:12] <Alveria> OOC: I'm getting lucky with these...
[16:12] <Ebiris> OOC: ping'd to no effect
[16:13] * Eagan casts Magic Circle Against: Evil upon Gourash and himself, while placing Protection From Evil on Alveria, Amonet, and Keylin.
[16:14] <Ebiris> As Alveria and Eagan starts casting a variety of buffing spells on her comrades at the entrance of the city's seat of government, they attract the attention of several Mercykillers. "Aw'right, aw'right, what's goin' on 'ere, then?" one of them demands abrasively as they approach.
[16:14] <Alveria> "We've got a licence," replies Alveria, soldily, taking it out to display it.
[16:15] * Eagan also casts Status and Deathwatch..
[16:15] <Ebiris> The lead one reaches over to take the license. "An' which one a' you two is Amonet of the 'ouse of the Vigilan' 'awk, then?" he asks, looking between Eagan and Alveria suspiciously.
[16:16] <Alveria> "We're her apprentices," replies Alveria, rapidly. "The forms specifically allowed us to practice under her supervision!"
[16:17] <Amonet> "I think if you ask the magister who approved my forms and give him my name, he would not object to this," Amonet says with absolute certainty.
[16:17] * Eagan also settles the power of Bull's Strength and Divine Power upon himself..
[16:18] <Ebiris> "One license, one person!" the Mercykiller barks in reply. "I'm afraid I'm gonna 'ave to ask you two t... Oi!" he rounds on Eagan as he casts Bull's Strength, "Stop that! No castin' spells right while I'm tellin' you it's illegal, sunshine!"
[16:19] <Alveria> "Psst. Marjorie, do something," grunts Alveria, under her breath.
[16:19] <Amonet> "A rush of freed Sune clerics," Amonet murmurs quietly. "Armed and raving."
[16:20] <Eagan> "I'm sorry, what? I wasn't paying attention, sadly, good sir. Surely you're not speaking against the power of Lord Torm?"
[16:21] <Ebiris> "I don't know what... oh, nevermind, I'll go with what works!" Marjorie squeaks in reply as suddenly a gigantic red dragon appears overhead, blotting out the sun as it swoops down, mouth filled with flames! The heat is almost overwhelming, and it hasn't even unleashed it's fury yet!
[16:21] <Ebiris> roll 1d20
[16:21] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20 and gets 10." [1d20=10]
[16:21] <Alveria> "Waaaaaaagh!
[16:21] <Ebiris> "Oh, BLIMEY!" the Mercykillers yell as one, freaking out and running off randomly away from the dragon, conveniently buying a few moments for the party...
[16:22] <Amonet> "This way!" Amonet calls out, leading the others to the room in question!
[16:22] * Gourash eyes widen at it and then grunts at the opening, waving the party on "hurry..."
[16:22] * Gourash moves swiftly with amonet, staying towards the front.
[16:22] * Eagan slings his Morningstar up, resting the head of it over his shoulder with a grin.
[16:22] <Eagan> "Shall we?"
[16:22] <Alveria> "Ok! Gourash, when we get there, you kick it open, and I'll blast her!" hushes Alveria, starting on her way!
[16:22] <Alveria> "The inner door, not the outer door."
[16:23] <Ebiris> And so the party rushes into the city hall, finding the same grey-haired woman at the kiosk that Amonet saw yesterday. "What's all the fuss about?" she asks, craning her neck to look behind the party at the red dragon now parking itself outside the door.
[16:24] * Gourash grunts in acknowledgement to Alveria's phrase, not breaking stride.
[16:24] <Alveria> "There's a dragon on the loose!" announces Alveria, running all panicked-like into the building!
[16:24] * Gourash heads inside as well, trying to stay one step ahead of the mage.
[16:25] <Ebiris> "Well I'm afraid you'll still have to wait behind the line... hey!" she protests vainly as the group rushes through the door on the right hand side, finding a long corridor ahead with a closed door halfway down on the left that leads to their goal...
[16:25] * Alveria casts TRUE STRIKE.
[16:27] * Gourash heads towards that door, applying brute kicking power to the door. (I will be sad if I need to axe the door open)
[16:27] <Ebiris> OOC: str check
[16:27] <Gourash> OOC: Raging
[16:28] <Gourash> roll 1d20+10
[16:28] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+10 and gets 21." [1d20=11]
[16:30] <Ebiris> The door flies open, cracking half off its hinges as two hundred plus pounds of green skinned fury bursts into the room! Before him, Gourash can see several people... some not people, sitting around as woman with pale blue skin and ruddy blood-red feathered wings lectures them.
[16:30] <Ebiris> There's also a hugely muscled man with every inch of his skin covered in tattoos, an animated skeleton, an elf dressed all in black, and a dwarven woman with a rather luxurious beard.
[16:30] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[16:31] <Alveria> roll 1d20+10
[16:31] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+10 and gets 28." [1d20=18]
[16:31] <Eagan> roll d20+4
[16:31] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+4 and gets 20." [d20=16]
[16:31] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[16:31] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 4." [1d20=4]
[16:31] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5 Shayeera
[16:31] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 Shayeera and gets 10." [1d20=5]
[16:31] <Ebiris> OOC: there's also a dude in spiky armour
[16:31] <Ebiris> roll 1d20 Mercykiller
[16:31] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20 Mercykiller and gets 11." [1d20=11]
[16:32] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5 Magister
[16:32] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 Magister and gets 7." [1d20=2]
[16:32] <Ebiris> roll 1d20 Dwarf
[16:32] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20 Dwarf and gets 20." [1d20=20]
[16:32] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+4 Elf
[16:32] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+4 Elf and gets 7." [1d20=3]
[16:33] <Amonet> "Your reign has come to its end, evildoer!" Amonet proclaims, Marjorie aimed righteously at the pale-skinned devil!
[16:33] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7 Skeleton
[16:33] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 Skeleton and gets 26." [1d20=19]
[16:33] <Alveria> "That's right, lawgiver! The Queen of Evermeet is here to bring justice!"
[16:33] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[16:33] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 3." [1d20=2]
[16:34] <Gourash> OOC: I kick in the door and go last. I am that awesome
[16:34] <Alveria> OOC: Yo uwere letting us file in!
[16:34] <Alveria> OOC: >.>
[16:34] <Gourash> OOC: =D
[16:34] * Gourash simply roared, foregoing witty banter.
[16:35] <Eagan> "Lord Torm calls you to task for thy actions. His judgement has come forth."
[16:35] <Alveria> Alveria shouts 'ZENARAYA!', followed by a string of unintelligible words! A lance of aqua energy flies towards the angel, aimed straight at her heart!
[16:36] <Alveria> roll 1d20+25
[16:36] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+25 and gets 26." [1d20=1]
[16:37] <Ebiris> At Alveria's command the beam of eldritch power soars through the air... and spatters harmlessly against the blackboard behind the Erinyes.
[16:37] <Ebiris> "Ahh, I'm a lover, not a fighter! Don't hurt me!" the skeleton cries, running to the back of the room and cowering.
[16:38] <Ebiris> OOC: Eagan and Dwarf both go, Eagan can go 'first'
[16:38] <Amonet> "Join him or be judged for your crimes!" Amonet declares to the magister, glaring at him as Marjorie glows malevolently at her side.
[16:38] * Eagan points his Morningstar at Shayeera and calls forth the power of Torm to bind her to this place. (Dimisional Anchor)
[16:41] <Eagan> roll d20+8
[16:41] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+8 and gets 13." [d20=5]
[16:43] <Ebiris> Another beam of dimensional anchoring shoots forth, but fails to strike the Erinyes, who merely cocks her head to the side and allows it to whizz past!
[16:44] <Ebiris> Meanwhile the bearded dwarf woman backs away from the approaching melee, joining the skeleton towards the rear of the room. "You people can probably handle 'dis without me, yah?" she asks nervously.
[16:45] <Ebiris> The man in spiky full plate doesn't seem so easily cowed however, getting up from his seat and drawing a large greataxe as he moves to engage Gourash!
[16:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8
[16:45] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 and gets 24." [1d20=16]
[16:45] <Ebiris> OOC: AC, Gourash?
[16:46] <Gourash> OOC: 22
[16:46] <Ebiris> roll 1d12+12+1d6
[16:46] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d12+12+1d6 and gets 28." [1d12=11][1d6=5]
[16:47] <Ebiris> The axe crackles with electricity as it sings through the air and cuts deeply through Gourash's armour, rending and charring his flesh painfully!
[16:52] <Ebiris> "Rebels, how pathetic," Shayeera sneers as black energy begins to coruscate around her before a cloying miasma erupts all around the party in the hallway, just falling short of the man attacking Gourash!
[16:52] <Ebiris> OOC: will saves all, +2 from prot against evil
[16:53] <Alveria> roll 1d20+8
[16:53] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+8 and gets 17." [1d20=9]
[16:53] <Eagan> roll d20+10
[16:53] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+10 and gets 18." [d20=8]
[16:53] <Gourash> roll 1d20+3+2+2
[16:53] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+3+2+2 and gets 14." [1d20=7]
[16:54] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+17
[16:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+17 and gets 26." [1d20=9]
[16:54] <Ebiris> roll 5d8
[16:54] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 5d8 and gets 20." [5d8=4, 4, 4, 3, 5]
[16:55] <Ebiris> roll 1d4
[16:55] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4 and gets 3." [1d4=3]
[16:57] <Ebiris> The miasma covers the party, sickening and weakening them all! Most are able to shake off the worst of it, but Alveria finds herself sickened by the vile evil around her!
[16:58] <Alveria> "This isn't how the plan was supposed to go," grunts Alveria, sounding a good deal more timid, all of a sudden.
[16:59] <Ebiris> The tattooed man and the elf both rise, the elf drawing a pair of daggers but not moving, while the tattooed man backs off a little, watching the party with intent staring eyes.
[16:59] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:00] * Amonet eyes Gourash and the devil behind him, waiting on the half-orc.
[17:02] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[17:03] * Gourash roared in wrath and pain at the axe tearing through his armor and skin, his battle scared axe rising quickly and driving against the armored man with incredible speed to explain in simple terms why he chose the wrong place to stand.
[17:03] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20-5 (PA)
[17:03] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20-5 (PA) attack 2
[17:03] <Gourash> roll 1d20+15-5 (PA) attack 3
[17:03] <Gourash> OOC: Did my posts not go through?
[17:03] <Alveria> OOC: You're here
[17:03] <Alveria> OOC: The bot isn't?
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20-5 (PA) and gets 21." [1d20=6]
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20-5 (PA) attack 2 and gets 27." [1d20=12]
[17:04] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+15-5 (PA) attack 3 and gets 24." [1d20=14]
[17:04] <Gourash> OOC: Ah, there we go hatbot.
[17:04] <Gourash> OOC: Much lagged.
[17:04] <Gourash> OOC: No crits. Sadness. How many hits?
[17:04] <Ebiris> OOC: 3 hits
[17:05] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+10 Attack 1
[17:05] <Reiko-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d12+13+3+10 Attack 1 --> [ 1d12=10 ]{36}
[17:05] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+10 Attack 2
[17:05] <Reiko-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d12+13+3+10 Attack 2 --> [ 1d12=9 ]{35}
[17:05] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+10 Attack 3
[17:05] <Reiko-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d12+13+3+10 Attack 3 --> [ 1d12=8 ]{34}
[17:07] <Ebiris> If Gourash were of a more analytical bent, he'd probably see the life leave the man's eyes after the first attack. Still, he's nothing if not thorough, and a series of vicious attacks at lightning speed results in a mess of ruined flesh and armour lying in a mangled heap at his feet, the Mercykiller almost certainly dead.
[17:07] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet if you want
[17:07] <Amonet> Consumed with a violent fury at Shayeera's evil deeds, Amonet charges the devil with a cry of, "Down with oppression!"
[17:08] <Amonet> roll 1d20+19
[17:08] <Reiko-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+19 --> [ 1d20=4 ]{23}
[17:08] <Amonet> OOC: +2 from charge, actually
[17:09] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[17:10] <Amonet> roll 1d8+18+2d6
[17:10] <Reiko-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d8+18+2d6 --> [ 1d8=1 2d6=6 ]{25}
[17:11] <Amonet> OOC: Yeah, +5 Smite
[17:11] <Amonet> roll 1d8+18+2d6+5
[17:11] <Reiko-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d8+18+2d6+5 --> [ 1d8=6 2d6=8 ]{37}
[17:12] <Amonet> OOC: 59 Good-aligned damage~
[17:13] <Ebiris> Amonet practically runs the Erinyes through, Marjorie ripping through her abdomen like a hot knife through butter and causing her pristine flesh to bubble and char as it's seared with holy power, the lance coming out the angelic devil's back as she howls in agony!
[17:14] <Alveria> Clenching her teeth, Alveria withdraws a scroll, and presses it against the ground. "Celestia, hear my words!" she chants!
[17:14] <Ebiris> OOC: not yet, Alvie. Other people were holding.
[17:14] <Alveria> OOC: SM IV, summoning.. bison. Charging bison. Is there enough room in the meeting room? >.>
[17:14] <Alveria> OOC: Well, they can hurry up!
[17:14] <Alveria> OOC: But alright.
[17:15] <Ebiris> As Amonet charges the Erinyes, the elf steps in behind her, his daggers ripping into her flank!
[17:16] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6
[17:16] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+6 --> [ 1d20=17 ]{23}
[17:16] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 forgot flanking
[17:16] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+8 forgot flanking --> [ 1d20=12 ]{20}
[17:16] <Ebiris> OOC: AC vs evil?
[17:16] <Amonet> OOC: 24 normal, 22 after charging
[17:18] <Ebiris> roll 1d4+1
[17:18] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d4+1 --> [ 1d4=4 ]{5}
[17:19] <Ebiris> One of them manages to find a chink in her armour, cutting up her flesh! But it's not a serious wound for the brave paladin...
[17:19] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[17:19] <Alveria> Clenching her teeth, Alveria takes a step back, withdraws a scroll, and presses it against the ground. "Celestia, hear my words!" she chants! OOC: I wanna get cover from the doorframe, basically
[17:20] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+19
[17:20] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+19 --> [ 1d20=7 ]{26}
[17:20] <Alveria> OOC: If he's targeting me with something
[17:20] <Alveria> OOC: I'm so bouncing it
[17:21] <Ebiris> OOC: the spell works, so go ahead
[17:21] <Alveria> roll 1d3 plz for 3
[17:21] <Reiko-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d3 plz for 3 --> [ 1d3=1 ]{1}
[17:21] <Alveria> OOC: This always fucking happens to me!
[17:21] <Ebiris> OOC: go ahead and have your bison act
[17:22] <Alveria> A lone celestial bison appears and charges into the erinyes in an attempt to gore her to death! OOC: I assume it can't flank with Amonet?
[17:22] <Ebiris> OOC: she's against the wall, so no room
[17:22] <Alveria> roll 1d20+11 ok
[17:22] <Reiko-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+11 ok --> [ 1d20=6 ]{17}
[17:22] <Ebiris> With a loud Moo against the injustice of it all, the bison attempts to gore the Erinyes, but finds her skin to be too resilient to pierce!
[17:23] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Eagan
[17:23] * Eagan once more calls upon Torm to bless him with aid. (Summon Monster IV: Bison)
[17:23] <Eagan> roll d3
[17:23] <Reiko-chan> Eagan rolled : d3 --> [ 1d3=1 ]{1}
[17:27] <Eagan> Roll d20+13
[17:27] <Reiko-chan> Eagan rolled : d20+13 --> [ 1d20=9 ]{22}
[17:28] <Ebiris> Much like its companion, this bison still finds the Erinyes too tough a nut to crack, her fiendish skin easily warding off its celestially empowered blows!
[17:28] <Ebiris> Looking rather worried as she's assailed on all sides, the Erinyes doesn't even bother to raise her weapon, instead hunching back defensively as...
[17:28] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+17
[17:28] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20+17 --> [ 1d20=6 ]{23}
[17:29] <Ebiris> She vanishes!
[17:29] <Alveria> "Cheating WHORE!"
[17:30] <Ebiris> "I surrender!" the Magister announces abruptly, moving to join the skeleton and dwarf, while the elf suddenly looks very very nervous as he carefully pulls his dagger back from Amonet.
[17:30] * Amonet whirls around and brings her lance against the trecherous elf!
[17:31] <Ebiris> OOC: yeah, Amonet and Gourash go, you can kill the elf if you want
[17:31] <Alveria> "Drop your components where I can see 'em!"
[17:31] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12
[17:31] <Reiko-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d20+12 --> [ 1d20=14 ]{26}
[17:31] <Amonet> roll 1d8+8+2d6
[17:31] <Reiko-chan> Amonet rolled : 1d8+8+2d6 --> [ 1d8=3 2d6=9 ]{20}
[17:32] <Ebiris> "FEAST YOUR EYES ON THIS!" the Magister booms as he dramatically thrusts his hand into his pants, and then takes out a small brown pouch which he tosses away. The elf on the other hand drops his dagger an instant before Amonet's lance strikes, squealing in pain as he's run through and collapsing bonelessly to the floor!
[17:33] * Amonet shivers at the booming voice, giving the magister an almost evil glare.
[17:33] <Alveria> "You know where she might've gone, huh?" demands Alveria, looming over the Magister.
[17:34] * Gourash raises his axe to the ready, looking over the rest of the room in a 'make a move, I only killed one man so far today' fashion.
[17:34] <Ebiris> "Far away from here, I bet," the Magister replies, his voice lowering to normal volume as thunderous footsteps are heard approaching from the direction you all came in yourselves.
[17:34] <Ebiris> roll 1d20
[17:34] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20 --> [ 1d20=16 ]{16}
[17:35] * Amonet kneels briefly, foregoing create water to stabilize the elf.
[17:36] <Alveria> "Ugh, more of them!" snaps Alveria, turning around and snapping her fingers! A blazing wall of fire appears across it, preventing access of any kind without risking terrible burning death!
[17:36] <Ebiris> A band of Mercykiller's are seen rushing forward, but skid to a halt as the flames block the corridor, hesitating...
[17:36] <Ebiris> roll 1d20
[17:36] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20 --> [ 1d20=15 ]{15}
[17:37] <Amonet> "He might have tried to surrender at the last moment, I could not in good conscience kill him, then," Amonet says, frowning, even as she flares up with the divine power of Horus-Re once more.
[17:37] <Ebiris> "It's just an illusion, like the dragon - forward, men!" one roars, charging forward!
[17:37] <Ebiris> OOC: save on the flames?
[17:37] <Ebiris> The elf's bleeding does alleviate, but he remains unconscious.
[17:37] <Alveria> OOC: AHAHAHAHAHA
[17:37] <Alveria> roll 1d6+6
[17:37] <Reiko-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d6+6 --> [ 1d6=3 ]{9}
[17:37] <Alveria> roll 2d6+9 NO SAVE
[17:37] <Reiko-chan> Alveria rolled : 2d6+9 NO SAVE --> [ 2d6=6 ]{15}
[17:38] * Gourash turns towards the fire, a wide grin on his face.
[17:38] <Alveria> "Can you spare me some healing, Amonet?" grunts Alveria, slacking a little.
[17:39] <Ebiris> He shrieks in agony as he steps through the flames, dropping his weapon and thrashing wildly as he attempts to push through, before collapsing just at the very edge, his flesh peeling away and burning to a charred crisp...
[17:39] <Ebiris> The others do not appear eager to follow.
[17:39] <Amonet> "Were you hurt?!" Amonet exclaims, rushing over to Alveria and checking her for injuries.
[17:39] * Alveria isn't visible injured, but she looks very sick!
[17:39] <Alveria> "Yeah, on the inside."
[17:39] * Amonet embraces the elf, letting the full extent of her healing powers flow into her!
[17:40] <Alveria> "So yeah, it'GAWK"
[17:41] <Amonet> "Are you well now, on the inside?" Amonet asks her, letting go once she feels the divine healing power diminishing.
[17:41] <Alveria> "Yes. Somewhat," mutters Alveria. "You lot! Drop all your gear, now. And tell me other ways out of here. Aside from the front."
[17:41] * Gourash follows that with a loud growl to back Alveria's words.
[17:42] * Amonet moves over to Gourash and taps his shoulder experimentally.
[17:43] <Ebiris> OOC: intimidate check
[17:43] <Gourash> roll 1d20-1 what intimidate?
[17:43] <Reiko-chan> Gourash rolled : 1d20-1 what intimidate? --> [ 1d20=1 ]{0}
[17:43] <Alveria> roll 1d20+1 circumstance modifier hashaaaaa
[17:43] <Reiko-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d20+1 circumstance modifier hashaaaaa --> [ 1d20=12 ]{13}
[17:44] * Amonet walks right up to the magister, and catches the front end of his shirt with her glowing lance. "Answer her. Now," she demands.
[17:44] <Ebiris> "You should be the ones that surrender! We've got reinforcements on the way!" one of the brave guardsman shoots back, none of them seeming keen to help the group. The Magister on the other hand draws forth a deep breath...
[17:45] * Eagan grins and taps his Morningstar in his hand.
[17:45] <Eagan> "They ain't here, yet, boy."
[17:46] <Ebiris> "YOU CAN CIRCLE FURTHER ALONG THE CORRIDOR AND FLEE VIA THE OPPOSITE DOOR INTO THE ENTRANCE HALL!" the Magister replies, meeting Amonet's gaze with his own crazed eyes.
[17:46] * Gourash promptly slugs the Magister, tired of his booming voice.
[17:47] * Amonet nods curtly. "What are we to do with our prisoners?" she asks.
[17:47] <Gourash> OOC: Do I need to roll to hit?
[17:47] <Alveria> Alveria mutters under her breath, messaging towards the gnome. "Oi, can you blow a hole in the meeting room so we can get out?" she whispers, crazily.
[17:47] <Alveria> "
[17:47] <Alveria> "Don't do it yet! But blow it before you blow the others!"
[17:48] <Ebiris> "I was getting impatient!" the gnome's excited voice is ehard by Alveria as Gourash cold cocks the Magister. "I hope you've got her good and anchored in there!"
[17:49] <Alveria> "Just give me one more minute!" she calls back. "Er. Guys? We really need to leave soon," she proclaims, throwing a spate of magical missiles at the leader-type of the mercykillers!
[17:49] * Gourash turns at the voice. "What/"
[17:49] <Amonet> "We could also remain here," Amonet muses. "They will come to us, and the building is very defensible. Their only power lies in their wounded mistress."
[17:49] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5
[17:49] <Reiko-chan> Alveria rolled : 1d6+5 --> [ 1d6=3 ]{8}
[17:49] <Alveria> roll 4d4+4
[17:49] <Reiko-chan> Alveria rolled : 4d4+4 --> [ 4d4=11 ]{15}
[17:50] <Ebiris> One of the Mercykillers behind the flames is instantly dropped by a fusillade of magic missiles!
[17:51] <Alveria> "Go on! Wait for death!" yells Alveria, trying to think fast (and failing, mostly.)
[17:52] <Alveria> "I don't think we can hold position because there are way way way more of them than us," replies Alveria, flatly. "And I don't think the gnome is going to wait much longer."
[17:52] <Ebiris> "Let's circle round from the other side!" one suggests, prompting the Mercykillers to retreat!
[17:52] <Ebiris> roll 1d20
[17:52] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d20 --> [ 1d20=5 ]{5}
[17:53] <Amonet> "The building... is going to be destroyed?" Amonet asks slowly. "Despite our plan not to allow that under any circumstances?"
[17:54] * Gourash growls. "Worry later, leave now. Get rid of flames, we go out front."
[17:54] <Ebiris> As Amonet speaks, however, a series of thunderous booms are heard reverbating throughout the building, which begins to creak and groan as masonry starts collapsing all around the group!
[17:54] <Ebiris> roll 1d10
[17:54] <Reiko-chan> Ebiris rolled : 1d10 --> [ 1d10=9 ]{9}
[17:54] <Alveria> "Yeah, well, that went to hell when that woman escaped," replies Alveria, irritably- "Oh, shit!"
[17:54] * Amonet curses for the first time in her life, and rushes towards the ministry of love, flames be damned!
[17:54] * Alveria snaps her fingers, turning off the flames just as Amonet gets there-
[17:54] * Gourash rushes out as well, leading the way with his bloody axe!
[17:55] * Amonet takes flight midway, fully using her increased speed.
[17:55] <Ebiris> A series of large bricks and heavy steel pipes plummet from the ceiling, crushing the unconscious Magistrate to death as he's unable to notice or attempt to dodge! The Skeleton and the Dwarf manage to freak out and run for the door after the party, however, screaming in terror as the building collapses around them!
[17:55] * Alveria starts heading out herself, unwilling to hang around any further!

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 03, 2007, 02:23:11 PM

[16:05] <Ebiris> The next morning finds the party going their seperate ways. After purchasing a stack of weapons from the blacksmith and concealing them amidst the rubble near the prison, and armed with a blastglobe from the alchemist, Keylin and Puk'lor ready themselves for the jailbreak... A few work gangs have been seen leaving the prison already this morning, but some have come in as well, so it's likely to be as full as it's going to get...
[16:05] <Ebiris> "What is your plan?" Puk'lor asks sollemnly as the pair lurk in the shadows near the perimeter wall.
[16:09] <Keylin> "Well, sneaking in is the easy part. We can jump in from the wall on the left side...although I'd rather use the broom, you know," Keylin replies. "Then we sneak in, rescue people, and everyone rushes out through the front gates having some people rush into and knock the guards off their feet. Hopefully there'll be someone strong looking. If not, we'll have to take them out. You have any extra weapons we can use to lend to some of the pr
[16:12] <Keylin> You have any extra weapons we can use to lend to some of the prisoners?"
[16:12] <Ebiris> "My only weapon is my Karach blade, and it is worthless in the hands of another," the monk returns, his voice low and gravelly.
[16:16] * Keylin frowns slightly. "Well, it's not our prefered situation to have to rely on them, but if it comes to that, I have an extra weapon. Though I'd rather we be able to create a riot of people escaping so we can better avoid being spotted."
[16:18] <Ebiris> "We could carry some of the weapons we purchased from the blacksmith to distribute in the prison and leave the rest to be collected once the gates are breached?" Puk'lor suggests.
[16:20] * Keylin nods. "That will actually work better. I'd rather not risk having to fight to get back one of my weapons."
[16:22] <Ebiris> So the pair grab up as much weapons as they can carry without being weighed down... "Now?" Puk'lor asks, deferring to Keylin's judgement.
[16:23] <Keylin> "C'mon, I'll show you the way I spotted," Keylin replies as she leads him towards that wall.
[16:24] <Ebiris> The duo circle their way around the prison, reaching the secluded alleyways against the East wall, looking much as they did yesterday.
[16:27] <Keylin> "Alright," Keylin motions Puk'lor closer as she gets on the broom, whispering quietly. "Get on and let's get inside."
[16:27] <Ebiris> Puk'lor hops aboard, carefully holding onto Keylin's shoulders.
[16:28] * Keylin tries to recall how it is that Amonet and Alveria get the broom up and then manuever it so she doesn't end up dropping them atop the guards.
[16:35] <Ebiris> Keylin finds the broom responsive enough, moving as she likes it.
[16:35] <Keylin> "Let's fly," Keylin murmurs quietly as she starts to fly them carefully into the prison entrance, avoiding being seen.
[16:36] <Ebiris> OOC: you do realise you have to fly up and over the wall, which basically puts you in plain sight of anyone in the prison grounds or guard towers? It's pretty much impossible to fly in unseen.
[16:37] <Keylin> ooc: but it's possible to manuever such that you're trying to move quickly when you think people aren't looking in that direction, no?
[16:38] <Ebiris> OOC: Well yeah, but you can't see who's down there unless you fly up and expose yourself
[16:40] <Keylin> ooc: okay.
[16:41] * Keylin flies upwards, looking at the guards to see where their attention is faced, and dashing in if they're looking away.
[16:41] <Ebiris> Flying up above the walls, Keylin can see there are several guards and a dozen or so manacled prisoners in the courtyard...
[16:42] <Ebiris> roll 1d20
[16:42] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Ebiris : [ 1d20=10 ]{10}
[16:42] <Ebiris> One of the guards happens to look up and spot them flying around. "Hey - you there! What do you think you're doing?!" he challenges.
[16:44] <Keylin> "I've got a flying license!" Keylin shouts back in adefiant tone, hoping they're high enough that it doesn't look like she might be a bit nervous.
[16:46] <Ebiris> "Well piss off and fly somewhere else, then!" the guard barks back. "This is a restricted area - you'll disturb the prisoners!"
[16:49] <Keylin> "They're prisoners! Who cares if they get disturbed?" Keylin shouts back again.
[16:51] <Ebiris> "We do! Now piss off or we'll have you charged with breach of the peace!" the guard replies irately.
[16:52] <Keylin> "Fine, fine you old fart!" Keylin replies as she takes them away. "Well, that went well..." she mutters with a frown.
[16:53] <Ebiris> "What now, then?" Puk'lor asks as you fly away from the prison complex.
[16:53] <Keylin> "Any interest in just fighting our way in?" Keylin asks wit a small frown.
[17:01] <Ebiris> "We could try, but it would be a difficult struggle - they have miniature ballistas in those guard towers, and there are probably more guards inside the prison besides those we can see in the yard. If that is your wish, however, I will follow," Puk'lor replies blandly.
[17:05] <Keylin> "I believe I can probably snipe some of them from afar, and you can take care of them if they get too close. So then that leaves getting past the ballistas..." Keylin frowns as she tries to calculate what are the chances of them getting inside quickly and not be struck down. Once inside, any guards inside could fall the same as the guards outside, she thinks.
[17:06] <Ebiris> "You snipe from the rooftop while I leap in?" Puk'lor concludes.
[17:13] <Keylin> "Maybe. I recommend you hold back instead of leaping in though. Gives me more time to whittle them down, and not risk hitting you," Keylin answers as she looks to the best building to shoot from. Maybe that tall building she saw before?
[17:14] <Ebiris> "Very well, I can jump down from the rooftop without fear of injury, so let us land?" he asks.
[17:15] * Keylin nods as she manuevers the broom to the tallest building's roof.
[17:17] <Ebiris> So the duo land, finding themselves with a good vantage point over the prison yard... Looks to be four guards that she can see milling around, although the guard towers are covered, so she can't see who's in them.
[17:24] * Keylin pulls out her bow, and checks if she can aim at anyone on the towers first. If not, well, she might as well aim at the guy who yelled at her. She always was one to hold a grudge.
[17:25] <Ebiris> The tower roofs provide cover from above, so no dice there. The guy who yelled does make a tempting target as he marches around, puffed up on his own self importance, however.
[17:31] * Keylin moves around the roof, looking for the best point to do damage at the guard and fires.
[17:31] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[17:31] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d20=5 ]{15}
[17:32] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[17:33] <Keylin> roll 1d8+2d6+3
[17:33] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d8=7 2d6=6 ]{16}
[17:33] <Ebiris> OOC: he's more than 30 feet away, so no skirmish
[17:34] <Keylin> ooc: oh right. want me to reroll or just taking out the 6?
[17:34] <Ebiris> OOC: 7. And that's a good roll so we'll keep it.
[17:35] <Keylin> ooc: great!
[17:36] <Ebiris> With a thwipping noise, Keylin's arrow arcs down and embeds itself squarely in the Mercykiller's breastplate, causing him to stagger and let out a pained and alarmed cry! A pair of Mercykillers draw crossbows and look in your direction, but they appear to be the only ones with ranged weaponry.
[17:36] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[17:38] <Ebiris> roll 1d20
[17:38] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Ebiris : [ 1d20=14 ]{14}
[17:38] <Ebiris> roll 1d20
[17:38] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Ebiris : [ 1d20=2 ]{2}
[17:39] <Keylin> roll 1d20+4
[17:39] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d20=1 ]{5}
[17:40] <Ebiris> One of them promptly snaps off a shot at Keylin, firing on reflex!
[17:40] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+4
[17:40] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Ebiris : [ 1d20=11 ]{15}
[17:40] <Ebiris> But it only embeds itself in the building below her feet!
[17:40] <Keylin> ooc: AC 22
[17:40] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[17:41] * Keylin aims carefully and lets another arrow fly, but this time aimed at the man who just shot her! Better to take out those with ranged weapons first!
[17:41] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[17:41] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d20=4 ]{14}
[17:41] <Ebiris> This time while her arrow hits the target, it doesn't appear to penetrate his armour enough to hurt. The other armed guard fires off a shot in reply, though!
[17:41] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+4
[17:41] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Ebiris : [ 1d20=15 ]{19}
[17:42] <Ebiris> He has little better luck, his bolt sailing overhead while his companion reloads.
[17:42] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[17:42] <Keylin> ooc: not the first guard again, or did I kill him?
[17:42] <Ebiris> OOC: you haven't killed anyone, yet
[17:44] * Keylin frowns and moves a bit along the roof, so the guards have to realign their aim again as the arrows get closer, and lets loose another arrow at her last target.
[17:44] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[17:44] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d20=18 ]{28}
[17:44] <Keylin> roll 1d8+3
[17:44] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d8=2 ]{5}
[17:45] <Ebiris> This one pierces his armour, leaving two wounded guards down below as they call for help from inside the prison. After reloading, however, one is able to return fire on Keylin!
[17:45] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+4
[17:45] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Ebiris : [ 1d20=4 ]{8}
[17:45] <Ebiris> It's not really very effective, though...
[17:45] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[17:46] * Keylin aims yet again, shooting at the guard still firing at her.
[17:46] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[17:46] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d20=6 ]{16}
[17:49] <Ebiris> OOC: y'know what, they suck and probably won't ever hit you, and you'll keep hitting them, so lets say you kill a couple and move on a little to when real opposition gets here?
[17:50] <Keylin> ooc: works for me!
[17:51] <Ebiris> Keylin proceeds to thin out the guards, elicitting much cheering from the prisoners... indeed, despite their manacles, they soon begin rioting on their own, attempting to finish off the wounded guards! But the towers begin to start shooting down at them, prompting Puk'lor to rise. "That is my cue," he announces, before leaping off the building and sailing down towards the courtyard below!
[17:54] <Keylin> "Show off," Keylin mutters under her breath, though with an amused smile on her face as she looks for another target within her sight. Otherwise, it might be time for her to go down and lend her own hand. One holding a big large hammer.
[17:58] <Ebiris> As Puk'lor lands, a greataxe wielding Mercykiller moves to charge him, while he seems to have his focus on one of the guard towers...
[17:58] <Ebiris> OOC: you can attack the guard to cover Puk'lor, Keylin
[18:00] * Keylin attacks the greataxe wielder, lest her ally be split in half horribly, letting loose yet another arrow in her arsenal.
[18:00] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[18:00] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d20=14 ]{24}
[18:01] <Ebiris> OOC: don't you have a bab higher than 5?
[18:01] <Ebiris> OOC: you can shoot twice to make up for the lack of skirmish!
[18:01] <Keylin> ooc: bab is 6, so yes, you're right. I just got to the +6 with last session's levelup.
[18:02] * Keylin lets another arrow fly as well!
[18:02] <Keylin> roll 1d20+5
[18:02] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d20=7 ]{12}
[18:02] <Ebiris> OOC: 1 hit
[18:02] <Keylin> roll 1d8+3
[18:02] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d8=6 ]{9}
[18:02] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8
[18:02] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Ebiris : [ 1d20=13 ]{21}
[18:03] <Ebiris> The guard staggers from Keylin's arrow, bleeding profusely, but isn't stopped as he charges Puk'lor! The monk merely sidesteps, however, as a loud cracking noise is heard from the Southwest guard tower, followed by cursing from within!
[18:04] <Ebiris> Meanwhile, in the distance, Keylin can hear a thunderous boom coming from the City Hall, which begins to lurch and slowly implode on itself, screams beginning to carry on the wind from afar...
[18:06] <Keylin> "Oh dear..." Keylin mutters as she looks towards the City Hall, wondering what's happened now. Mad gnome on the loose? Well, no time to worry about it right now. Keylin shifts to the edge of the roof, and checks how good her path is to shoot another arrow at the axe-wielder and not hit Puk'lor.
[18:06] <Ebiris> Keylin is an expert military trained markswoman. If she can't hit that tin can wearing buffoon she's not worthy of her name!
[18:08] * Keylin aims and fires another set of arrows!
[18:08] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[18:08] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d20=3 ]{13}
[18:08] <Keylin> roll 1d20+5
[18:08] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d20=13 ]{18}
[18:08] <Ebiris> OOC: one hit
[18:08] <Keylin> roll 1d8+3
[18:08] * Serith bats the dice around, getting a roll for Keylin : [ 1d8=6 ]{9}
[18:10] <Ebiris> The second arrow catches him in the throat and makes him drop like a sack of potatoes, Puk'lor giving Keylin an appreciative nod as he draws his Karach blade and moves to start cutting through the manacles of the prisoners, dropping his sack of weapons for them to arm themselves with as the gates begin to open on the far wall from where Keylin is.
[18:15] * Keylin straps her bow and grabs the broom, looking for any place through which she could enter the towers quickly and take out the guards inside them. Otherwise, she might as well head down and help Puk'lor free the prisoners and distribute them weaponry.
[18:16] <Ebiris> The towers are basically exposed ladder accessed flat platforms with wooden roofs set on poles above the top, with plenty of room to fly onto. Puk'lor appears to have neutralised the Southwest one, however, and the prison building itself blocks the view from the Northeast one.
[18:18] <Ebiris> The main doors open as Keylin gets the broom, and three guards rush in, only to be dogpiled by a dozen or so prisoners, half now wielding simple weapons and the other half simply clubbing with their ruined manacles.

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 10, 2007, 02:41:08 PM

[15:06] <Ebiris> In the distance, Keylin can see the city hall continue to lurch and crumble apart, disintegrating rapidly...
[15:10] <Keylin> "Puk'lor, you think you'll be fine here alone? It seems we've taken care of pretty much the worst," Keylin shouts to him as she grabs the broom and uses it to manuever closer to her companion down below. "I want to find out what's happened up in City hall."
[15:11] <Ebiris> "I should be able to manage," the monk shouts back, going into the now open main prison building to continue his quest of liberation!
[15:14] * Keylin nods, and starts flying higher up to not have to dodge weapons or so forth, and then directs the broom towards city hall to see hw her teammates have been doing.
[15:17] <Ebiris> Soaring over the city, Keylin can see a significant portion of the building has already collapsed, with the rest of it rapidly following.
[15:17] <Ebiris> At her current altitude she can see down in the main square even from a distance, where a number of Mercykillers are being swiftly organised by a blue-skinned woman flying above them, with blood red wings and donned in gleaming golden armour, a bow of her own held in one of her hands while she uses the other to direct the troops.
[15:19] * Keylin looks for the closest rooftop, and plans to snipe at the woman before she's spotted hopefully. She's pretty certain that she's the one in charge.
[15:20] <Ebiris> There's a few buildings ringing the square, of which Keylin has her pick. The ones opposite the town square tend to favour flatter roofs, however, which would be easier to shoot and maneuver from.
[15:22] * Keylin heads towards one of the roofs on the opposite of the town square, taking the long way around the party by the city hall.
[15:22] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+16
[15:22] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+16 and gets 21." [1d20=5]
[15:24] <Ebiris> As she circles round, Keylin happens to catch the attention of the Erinyes, who looks over in her direction. "You, there! On the broom!" she calls over stridently, flying to intercept Keylin, "The city's under attack by anarchists - if you can fight then lend a hand!"
[15:27] <Keylin> "Hey, hey I'm not from this city, I'm just flying around minding my business. I don't want trouble and getting myself into a fight is looking for trouble," Keylin replies, sweating bullets internally. "Besides, I'm sure you have things well in hand, milady. It'd have to be a pretty large army of anarchists to mess with yours."
[15:29] <Ebiris> "We need all the help we can get!" she insists, seeming dreadfully earnest as she flies closer to Keylin, gesturing with her bow-wielding hand back at the disintegrating city hall. "Look what they've done already!"
[15:29] <Ebiris> OOC: will save
[15:30] <Keylin> roll 1d20+6
[15:30] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+6 and gets 16." [1d20=10]
[15:31] -> *Keylin* You know, she does seem really nice... maybe she does deserve your help? OOC: You've been charmed. Note that doesn't mean you're brainwashed, but you do now consider her as close a friend as anyone else you care about.
[15:35] * Keylin blinks. "Oh, I'm sorry," Keylin looks sympathetic. "I don't know how much I can help though, I don't want to hurt people, even if they're anarchists." Keylin bites her lower lip. "Oh dear, oh dear, how can I help then?" Keylin looks conflicted. She wants to help her new friend, but doesn't want to hurt her other friends, even if they are causing her new friend problems.
[15:38] <Ebiris> "You've got a bow - use it!" Shayeera insists. "Or if you don't want to fight directly, you can at least act as a spotter - we don't know how many of them there are. Just keep an eye out for any trouble heading our way!" With that she flies back to resume organising the Mercykillers on the ground.
[15:39] * Keylin nods! "I can do that!" Something that won't conflict with all her friends!
[15:39] * Keylin starts flying up higher, so she can spot for trouble coming in from outside the city hall area\.
[15:39] <Ebiris> OOC: moving you into #dunes, now
[15:42] <Ebiris> ---------
[15:43] <Ebiris> While her friends flee out the door, Amonet flies up to the second floor in search of Giselle! The corridor ahead of her towards the ministry of love buckles and collapses downwards, taking great segments of the walls with it, but the door to the ministry is visible ahead, that room perhaps still unscathed?
[15:44] <Amonet> Perhaps! And there is no time to waste!
[15:46] <Ebiris> Bursting through the door, Amonet can see no sign of Giselle!
[15:46] <Ebiris> OOC: listen check
[15:46] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[15:46] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 18." [1d20=13]
[15:47] <Amonet> "Time to go, Giselle!" Amonet calls out, looking around for the elf.
[15:47] <Ebiris> However, even amid the tormented sounds of scraping metal and rock as the building collapses all around her, Amonet can hear muffled crying from under the desk. Her call prompts the long-haired elf to look up. "Amonet, it's an earthquake!" she wails, "We're doomed!"
[15:47] <Ebiris> roll 1d10
[15:47] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d10 and gets 7." [1d10=7]
[15:48] <Amonet> "We're flying out of here!" Amonet informs her even as she flies closer, taking hold of her with one hand. "Hang on!"
[15:49] <Ebiris> The young elf gloms tightly onto Amonet even as the back wall of her office disintegrates, rubble just missing the duo! Amid the rubble, a mangled body in spiky splint mail is seen plummeting downwards and crashing through the floor, signifying someone else was less lucky.
[15:51] * Amonet can sadly only save those in front of her with her powers. Mourning the dead is for later. Now, she rushes across the corridor and into the magister's room and the wide window towards the outside!
[15:52] <Ebiris> roll 1d10
[15:52] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d10 and gets 9." [1d10=9]
[15:53] <Ebiris> As the sounds of collapsing rubble fill her ears, Amonet nonetheless is able to flee with Giselle, blasting through both doors and swiftly escaping out the window! "Wait, we need to go back for Mr Goosalagoop!" Giselle wails as she clings on for dear life.
[15:54] <Amonet> "We will once things settle down!" Amonet responds over the cacophony of sound, seeking a safe place to touch down upon.
[15:56] <Ebiris> Amonet sees an empty street before her, curving around towards the Town Square...
[15:57] * Amonet flies there, setting Giselle down gently. "Avoid city hall, town square or the prison," she tells her tersely, though she manages a smile. "Wait for me by the place we ate lunch at, alright?"
[16:00] <Ebiris> "But Mr Goosalagoop..." Giselle looks up at the rapidly crumbling structure with moist eyes.
[16:00] <Amonet> "If you're good and wait for me there, I'll bring him back with me," Amonet vows.
[16:04] <Ebiris> "Okay..." Giselle looks a bit dubious, but does take a few steps back from the building as a support gives way, sending several tons of rubble sliding and scraping down the wall and rolling onto the street, thankfully missing both of you.
[16:09] <Amonet> "I always keep my word!" Amonet calls after her, and after ensuring that Giselle is moving away from danger flies up and circles the building, looking in through windows for anyone to assist.
[16:10] <Ebiris> roll 1d10
[16:10] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d10 and gets 8." [1d10=8]
[16:11] <Ebiris> As she flies up, Amonet can see a panicked looking Mercykiller standing on a windowledge on the third floor, alternately looking down and then back in at the room behind him, its floor utterly collapsed all the way down to the ground. She can also see a fight between her friends and the Mercykillers taking place in the Town Square.
[16:13] <Amonet> "Come with me if you want to live!" Amonet calls out to the Mercykiller, hand outstretched as she bathes in Marjorie's glow.
[16:14] <Ebiris> "Don't need to tell me twice!" the man replies, reaching out to tightly grasp Amonet's hand. Ooohf, he's heavy, but not an unbearable weight, at least.
[16:16] * Amonet only helps him down, instructing the man to leave the city at once.
[16:16] <Ebiris> "I can't do that - whoever's responsible for this atrocity needs to be brought to justice!" he insists stalwartly.
[16:18] <Amonet> Her eyes acquiring a hard glint, Amonet swings her lance to bring its flat side against the man's temple.
[16:19] <Amonet> roll 1d20+8
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+8 and gets 10." [1d20=2]
[16:19] <Amonet> roll 1d20+3
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+3 and gets 4." [1d20=1]
[16:19] <Ebiris> He looks surprised as Marjorie clangs off his armour to no effect. "What in the hells are you doing?!" he demands, wide-eyed.
[16:19] <Ebiris> OOC: init, laf
[16:20] <Ebiris> roll 1d20-1
[16:20] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20-1 and gets 11." [1d20=12]
[16:21] <Ebiris> OOC: make your third attack, then
[16:21] <Amonet> roll 1d20+8
[16:21] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+8 and gets 18." [1d20=10]
[16:21] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[16:21] <Amonet> roll 1d8+8 subdual?
[16:21] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+8 subdual? and gets 13." [1d8=5]
[16:22] <Ebiris> He's staggered by Amonet's blow, but not put down just yet! "Oww! You hit me!" he cries, voice sounding wounded. "I can't believe you really hit me! Why would you do that?!"
[16:22] <Ebiris> OOC: now init
[16:30] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[16:30] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 15." [1d20=15]
[16:31] <Amonet> "The rule of the Erinyes is over!" Amonet declares, brandishing Marjorie menacingly. "I can only try to smack some sense into your poor, misguided soul!"
[16:33] <Amonet> roll 1d20+8
[16:33] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+8 and gets 17." [1d20=9]
[16:33] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[16:33] <Amonet> roll 1d8+8 SLEEP
[16:33] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+8 SLEEP and gets 12." [1d8=4]
[16:34] <Ebiris> Crack! And lights out, the poor Mercykiller falls over, perhaps being shown more mercy than he's ever shown in his life...
[16:34] * Amonet grabs his form and drags him away from any falling rubble before returning to her vigil in the skies!
[16:35] <Ebiris> OOC: paused for a bit since you're ahead of the battle in #dunes
[17:43] <Ebiris> As Amonet takes off, she can hear a ruckus in the distance - looking towards the prison complex, she can see several buildings are now in flames, and a horde of convicts are racing down the street to the main square, where the Mercykillers and her friends are doing battle!
[17:45] * Amonet takes a longer glance towards her friends, assessing their positions.
[17:46] <Ebiris> Gourash is seen near the rapidly disintegrating main entrance, and Keylin hovers above on her broom, but of Alveria and Eagan there is no sign...
[18:03] <Ebiris> As she asks her question, Amonet can see Gourash charge into the fray, brutalising and breaking the entire formation of Mercykillers, who disperse in a panic under his assault!
[18:04] * Amonet nods in approval, and continues rescue operations around the building.
[18:11] <Ebiris> Amonet manages to rescue a few more people, fortunately the remainder seeming to be simple clerks rather than Mercykillers, before the last remnants of the building finally collapse, no hope for any survivors in what's left...
[18:13] * Amonet stubbornly returns to the approximate place where Giselle's office used to be, and searches the rubble for her stuffed beholder plush.
[18:13] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[18:13] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 2." [1d100=2]
[18:14] <Ebiris> Amazingly, Amonet can find it - a bit dusty but fully intact! It seems it was caught underneath two metal girders that formed a sort of tent to keep it from being crushed!

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 10, 2007, 02:41:54 PM

[15:25] <Ebiris> Everyone else manages to rush out to the main foyer, where Mrs Gunderson cackles maniacally in her cage while the building collapses, several sections of ceiling and wall already having plummetted down, but not yet obscuring the way to the exit. "I'm safe in my cage!" she screams hysterically as a few Mercykillers are just seen fleeing out the door.
[15:37] * Gourash ignores the crazy woman, continuing until totally out of the building and cutting down anyone who gets between him and his friends and the exit.
[15:39] <Carthrat> Running *almost* for the door, Alveria yanks out a wand and turns invisible just before she breaches the exit...
[15:40] <Ebiris> roll 1d10
[15:40] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d10 and gets 8." [1d10=8]
[15:41] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8
[15:41] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 and gets 17." [1d20=9]
[15:41] <Gourash> Eagan brings up the rear, not desiring to be smashed any more than the next person, his morning star in hand.
[15:42] <Ebiris> As Eagan brings up the rear, a thunderous crash is heard behind him, the entire corridor being crushed by debris from above which smashes right through the floor and into the basement! But still the three heroes along with the panicked skeleton and dwarf flee out the front door while Amonet flies up in search of her recently made friend! (more)
[15:42] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet into #evil
[15:45] <Ebiris> Marjorie's dragon is now gone, but several dozen Mercykillers are seen ahead, being whipped into formation by Shayeera who flies overhead, now having donned a gleaming golden breastplate, which makes her look even more angelic as she rallies her troops! A few panicked civilians are seen fleeing down streets in the distance, while the unfortunate duo in the stocks still maintain their sad position near the centre of the square.
[15:48] <Ebiris> From her vantage high above, Keylin can likewise see her friends escape the building, right into the path of the Mercykillers. But where are Amonet and Alveria?
[15:52] <Carthrat> "Go after her, Gourash," grunts Alveria. "I'm going to go release the prisoners. Eagan, uh, I dunno! Do something cool," she gripes, grabbing a scroll of resist fire and casting it as she dashes towards the prisoners.
[15:53] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[15:53] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1 init!
[15:53] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 init! and gets 18." [1d20=17]
[15:53] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5 Shayeera
[15:53] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 Shayeera and gets 9." [1d20=4]
[15:53] <Carthrat> roll 1d20+1 init!
[15:53] * Hatbot --> "Carthrat rolls 1d20+1 init! and gets 20." [1d20=19]
[15:53] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+5 Mercykiller Battallion (mob-a-like rules)
[15:53] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+5 Mercykiller Battallion (mob-a-like rules) and gets 13." [1d20=8]
[15:55] * Keylin whistles as she looks out for trouble, and is briefly tempted to wave to Gourash, but figures her new friend might not like that.
[15:56] <Gourash> roll 1d20+4 Eagan
[15:56] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+4 Eagan and gets 24." [1d20=20]
[15:56] <Ebiris> As high up as she is, Keylin can also see Amonet suddenly fly out from a side window of the city hall, a young elf glomming onto her!
[15:57] <Ebiris> OOC: actually, no she doesn't. Amonet won't appear for a couple of rounds.
[15:57] <Ebiris> OOC: Rat needs to nickchange and Keylin should roll init, btw, if she wants to do anything besides spectate
[15:58] <Keylin> roll 1d20+4
[15:58] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+4 and gets 11." [1d20=7]
[15:59] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Eagan
[16:00] <Gourash> Eagan, seeing the crowd mobbing towards him, gestured forward, centering a tremendous burst off sound on the center of them to disorient them as he dashed off to the side, seeking to get some cover or at least, somewhere more narrow to make a stand.
[16:00] <Gourash> roll 1d8 sonic!
[16:00] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d8 sonic! and gets 6." [1d8=6]
[16:00] <Gourash> OOC: SIX DAMAGE TO EACH OF THEM!
[16:02] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[16:02] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 17." [1d20=6]
[16:02] <Ebiris> Some of the Mercykillers are rocked by the sudden burst of sound from within their ranks, a few dropping their weapons as they're stunned, but the battallion as a whole stands firm!
[16:03] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[16:04] * Alveria starts bolting towards the prisoners, scroll of Knock in-hand to deal with their restraints!
[16:04] <Ebiris> None of the Mercykillers so much as glance at the invisible elf, their focus all on Eagan and Gourash.
[16:07] <Alveria> But first, she casts invisibilty on Eagan!
[16:07] <Ebiris> Eagan vanishes!
[16:07] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash!
[16:11] * Gourash continues his rush out, roaring and surprisingly kicking off the ground as he approaches them mob, flying towards Shayeera suddenly in a burst of speed, his axe leading the way violently.
[16:13] <Ebiris> OOC: attack?
[16:13] <Gourash> roll 1d20+22-6 (PA)
[16:13] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+22-6 (PA) and gets 31." [1d20=15]
[16:13] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[16:13] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+12
[16:13] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+12 and gets 39." [1d12=11]
[16:16] <Ebiris> With her back to Gourash as she marshalls her troops, Shayeera is caught utterly flat-footed as his axe crashes violently into her back, shredding through armour and skin and ribs alike! Emitting a screeching wail of agony, she buckles in midair, turning to face Gourash as he black blood drips freely to the ground below!
[16:18] <Ebiris> With Alveria and Keylin both invisible, the mob chooses to focus their rage on Gourash, a veritable fusillade of crossbow bolts soaring up at the barbarian!
[16:18] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[16:18] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 13." [1d20=1]
[16:18] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[16:18] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 31." [1d20=19]
[16:18] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[16:18] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 16." [1d20=4]
[16:18] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12 critfail check
[16:18] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 critfail check and gets 26." [1d20=14]
[16:18] <Ebiris> OOC: AC?
[16:18] <Ebiris> OOC: Eagan, not Keylin!
[16:18] <Gourash> OOC: 22, might be more since I'm in the air or whatnot. Also I'm in melee for the purpose of ...oh Eagan?
[16:19] <Ebiris> OOC: Forget Eagan!
[16:19] <Gourash> OOC: Eagan also happens to have 22, 24 versus evil
[16:19] <Gourash> OOC: Huh
[16:19] <Ebiris> roll 1d8
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d8 and gets 2." [1d8=2]
[16:20] <Ebiris> Despite all the shots being fired, only one manages to hit Gourash, and it barely even scratches him.
[16:20] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[16:24] * Keylin winces at Shayeera's scream, but doesn't know how she can stop the fighting. She decides to fly closer to the half-orc and Erinyes, staying just overhead of them. "Both of you should stop fighting. Where will this get you?" Keylin exclaims, even if it might be futile.
[16:27] <Ebiris> "Tell him that!" the Erinyes cries as she tries to fend off the raging barbarian, deciding to fly away from him. "Gods, I hate this city!"
[16:27] <Ebiris> OOC: AoO, Gourash
[16:28] * Gourash strikes out, howling strongly in his battle rage.
[16:29] <Gourash> roll 1d20+20-6 (PA)
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+20-6 (PA) and gets 30." [1d20=16]
[16:29] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+12
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+12 and gets 35." [1d12=7]
[16:29] <Ebiris> But this time she slips aside from his blow, which only scrapes her armour without injury as she soars over towards Alveria, detaching a length of rope from her hip and tossing it at the mage!
[16:29] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 and gets 15." [1d20=1]
[16:29] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+14 critfail laf
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+14 critfail laf and gets 17." [1d20=3]
[16:30] <Ebiris> OOC: touch AC, Alvie?
[16:30] <Alveria> OOC: 12 lulz, wait is that attacking me multiple times?
[16:30] <Alveria> OOC: Oh no, just the critfail thing
[16:31] <Ebiris> Yet the rope misses the currently invisible mage, landing instead by her feet.
[16:31] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Eagan
[16:33] <Gourash> OOC: Have I gotten some cover with my move last turn?
[16:34] <Ebiris> OOC: you're flying!
[16:34] <Gourash> OOC: No, I meant Eagan
[16:34] <Gourash> OOC: He was moving for cover last turn
[16:34] <Ebiris> OOC: Um, he could get cover by going back inside the collapsing building. Is that what he did?
[16:34] <Gourash> OOC: No.
[16:35] <Gourash> OOC: He ran off to the side
[16:35] <Ebiris> OOC: then no cover. But he's invisible!
[16:35] <Gourash> OOC: I am? Oh...cool!
[16:36] <Gourash> Eagan continues moving away from the building and the mob, going to his left from where he came out. He keeps an eye on the Eryinees though, readying dispel magic if she starts casting anything.
[16:36] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[16:39] <Alveria> "Goddamnit!" shrieks Alvie, stepping gingerly around the rope. "Clerics! You in any shape to help?" she calls, staring warily at the erinyes, hands deep into her pockets!
[16:40] <Ebiris> "Who's that?" the grey-haired woman in the black robes shrieks. "Oh Cyric, great Prince of Lies, have you finally heard my pleas and sent aid?!"
[16:41] <Ebiris> "Be silent, Dagis! Clearly my beloved Sune has dispatched these forces to wrest power from the hateful Baatezu!" the man yells at her from the opposite stocks.
[16:43] <Alveria> "-er, yes! Cyric has sent me to rescue you! Soon you will be able to unleash our dark powers upon those foolish mercykillers!" proclaims Alveria, running to stand between the Suneite and the mob to cast Knock on his restraints!
[16:44] <Ebiris> "Well how come he's getting freed?!" the priestess replies angrily, struggling with her restraints as the lock pops off the other stocks and the Suneite cleric tiredly flips the top off and frees himself.
[16:44] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[16:45] * Gourash roars and continues his rush after the flying angel thing, not giving it any time to get away.
[16:45] <Gourash> roll 1d20+22-3 (PA)
[16:45] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+22-3 (PA) and gets 31." [1d20=12]
[16:46] <Ebiris> OOC: kersplat
[16:46] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+6
[16:46] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+6 and gets 34." [1d12=12]
[16:49] <Ebiris> With another brutal stroke of his axe, Gourash cuts deeply into the Erinyes, rending through her immaculate armour and ruining the flesh beneath! "Hells... no!" she gasps in agony, buckling in midair. "Bad enough to have such a task, but to end... like this?!" so crying against the indignity of it all, she tries to recover enough to fend off Gourash's merciless assault!
[16:50] <Ebiris> Meanwhile the battallion on the ground below starts moving towards the stocks, clambering onto the platform and overrunning Alveria's position even as a few crossbow bolts are fired up at Gourash!
[16:50] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[16:50] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 23." [1d20=11]
[16:50] <Ebiris> roll 1d8
[16:50] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d8 and gets 2." [1d8=2]
[16:51] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+35
[16:51] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+35 and gets 41." [1d20=6]
[16:51] <Ebiris> OOC: grapple check, Alvie
[16:51] <Alveria> OOC: Haha, you're such a gidder.
[16:51] <Alveria> OOC: Kidder.
[16:51] <Alveria> roll 1d20-2
[16:51] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20-2 and gets 16." [1d20=18]
[16:51] <Ebiris> roll 5d6
[16:51] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 5d6 and gets 18." [5d6=5, 5, 2, 1, 5]
[16:53] <Ebiris> Despite being invisible, Alveria is surrounded on all sides, grabbed by some and attacked by others, while both priests suffer the same fate as the Mercykillers unleash their lawful fury against the three stuck up on the stocks!
[16:53] <Ebiris> Meanwhile from her vantage, Keylin can see Amonet and some elf burst out of a window on the side of the crumbling city hall.
[16:53] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[16:55] <Ebiris> Gourash barely feels a crossbow bolt that happens to wing him as all this happens.
[16:55] <Keylin> "There are two people coming," Keylin offers the erinyes. She pauses and looks at her seriously. "I think you should run. Gourash might just kill you if you keep fighting him." She doesn't want her friend to die if at all possible!
[16:56] <Ebiris> "Well do something to stop him, then!" she screeches furiously in reply.
[16:58] <Alveria> "Aguhrghruhryl!"
[16:58] <Keylin> "Even if he's one of my friends, I don't think I can stop him when he's like this," Keylin says with a wince, as she watches Gourash in a frenzy to take her head.
[16:59] <Ebiris> "So. Much. Hate," Shayeera grinds out, fluttering back a few feet from Gourash before she blasts him in the face with a pair of fiery arrows.
[16:59] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+16
[16:59] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+16 and gets 25." [1d20=9]
[16:59] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+11
[16:59] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+11 and gets 27." [1d20=16]
[16:59] <Ebiris> roll 2d8+12+2d6
[16:59] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 2d8+12+2d6 and gets 30." [2d8=6, 6][2d6=4, 2]
[16:59] <Gourash> OOC: Two hits
[16:59] <Gourash> OOC: Ouch
[17:08] <Ebiris> Unlike the feeble crossbow bolts of before, these arrows introduce Gourash to a world of pain as they both explode, one right in his chest and the other in his face, charring off his eyebrows and disfiguring skin!
[17:08] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Eagan
[17:12] <Gourash> Eagan stood by a nearby building at this point, watching the airborne battle carefully, ready to counter any magic the Eryinnes would bring to the fight.
[17:12] <Gourash> OOC: same action basically
[17:12] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[17:13] <Alveria> OOC: The joke was funny the first time, let's just say I get owned until I stop getting owned, as there is no way for me to intervene
[17:13] <Ebiris> OOC: Don't you have dimension door memorised?
[17:13] <Alveria> OOC: Yes, well, I'll remember that for next time >.>
[17:14] <Ebiris> OOC: Oh, you don't on the spells page. I could've sworn you mentioned prepping it beforehand, though. Oh, well.
[17:14] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash
[17:15] * Gourash is hurt. is angry. Is, very unfortunately, still standing, his charred eyebrows raging as he lifted his axe above his head, proceeding to strike it downwards and then across with blinding speed and ridiculous power behind it.
[17:15] <Gourash> OOC: Five foot step forward, then full attack
[17:15] <Gourash> roll 1d20+22-7 (PA) Attack 1
[17:15] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+22-7 (PA) Attack 1 and gets 25." [1d20=10]
[17:15] <Gourash> roll 1d20+22-7 (PA) Attack 2
[17:15] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+22-7 (PA) Attack 2 and gets 30." [1d20=15]
[17:16] <Gourash> roll 1d20+17-7 (PA) Attack 3
[17:16] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+17-7 (PA) Attack 3 and gets 29." [1d20=19]
[17:16] <Ebiris> OOC: 1 hit
[17:16] <Gourash> OOC: Man I was way too greedy there.
[17:16] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+14
[17:16] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+14 and gets 36." [1d12=6]
[17:19] <Ebiris> While she twists aside from the first strike, Gourash's second attack catches her right in the midsection! Doubling over his axe, he feels her flesh give way before the power of his axe as her body goes limp, the fallen angel being sent on a careening arc across the square as she expires, a trail of black blood spraying through the air to mark her passage as she falls and lands in a broken heap of flesh and feathers...
[17:20] <Ebiris> With a cry of fury at the death of their leader, the mob continues to mercilessly assail Alveria and the two clerics, while firing off a flurry of crossbow bolts up at Gourash!
[17:20] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[17:20] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 31." [1d20=19]
[17:20] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[17:20] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 21." [1d20=9]
[17:20] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+12
[17:20] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+12 and gets 30." [1d20=18]
[17:20] <Ebiris> OOC: AC? Haste now ended
[17:20] <Gourash> OOC: 21 versus evil 19 normal.
[17:21] <Ebiris> roll 3d8
[17:21] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 3d8 and gets 14." [3d8=2, 5, 7]
[17:22] <Ebiris> roll 5d6
[17:22] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 5d6 and gets 18." [5d6=4, 1, 6, 5, 2]
[17:22] <Ebiris> This time their aim is far better, striking Gourash with several bolts which pierce into his already charred and ruined flesh while Alveria continues to be pummelled viciously about the face and neck!
[17:22] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin. Note you're not friends with any of those other dudes.
[17:23] <Ebiris> Keylin can see Amonet now flying up and rescuing a Mercykiller at the side of the building while the battle still rages below...
[17:26] * Keylin decides to help defeat the men attacking Gourash! They're not only hitting him, they might hit Shayeera! She lowers the broom so she's in ground level and pulls out her bow so she can protect Gourash and Shayeera while they have their little quarrel. If the erinyes wants to keep fighting with Gourash, that means she's not about to die any time soon from his love taps!
[17:28] <Ebiris> OOC: balance or ride check, whichever is better
[17:28] <Keylin> roll 1d20+8
[17:28] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+8 and gets 12." [1d20=4]
[17:29] <Ebiris> Keylin finds that she almost slips off when she tries to use her bow, having to use one hand to steady herself on the broom and prevent falling! This of course means she can't fire her bow, sadly.
[17:29] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Eagan
[17:32] <Gourash> Eagan senses through his magic Status that Gourash would soon need his aid, preparing a cure serious wounds and readying it to cast as soon as Gourash comes into range.
[17:33] <Ebiris> OOC: Since I presume Alvie is waiting to be rescued, go Gourash!
[17:33] <Gourash> Gourash shivered, heading down towards the glowing cleric as he quaffed a potion of cure moderate wounds.
[17:34] <Gourash> roll 2d8+3 moderate
[17:34] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 2d8+3 moderate and gets 11." [2d8=5, 3]
[17:34] <Gourash> roll 3d8+5 serious
[17:34] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 3d8+5 serious and gets 18." [3d8=1, 4, 8]
[17:35] <Gourash> OOC: +4 more according to Alvie
[17:38] <Ebiris> Gourash feels revitalised while Alveria continues to be beaten up on all sides! But in the distance, those not currently embroiled in melee can see a horde of rampaging ex-convicts charging down the street from the direction of the prison (a lot of buildings in that area seem to have caught fire, as well), screaming and hollering as they race to join the fray!
[17:38] <Ebiris> Amonet is also visible away from the battle as she brutally pummels the Mercykiller she just rescued.
[17:38] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Keylin
[17:39] <Ebiris> roll 5d6
[17:39] * Keylin fires an arrow at whomever looks to be the most violent of those mercykillers.
[17:39] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 5d6 and gets 17." [5d6=1, 6, 5, 1, 4]
[17:40] <Ebiris> They all look plenty violent - Keylin can take her pick! Assuming she can stay upright on the darn broom, anyway...
[17:40] <Ebiris> OOC: ride or balance
[17:41] <Keylin> roll 1d20+8
[17:41] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+8 and gets 21." [1d20=13]
[17:41] <Ebiris> OOC: go ahead and attack
[17:41] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[17:41] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+10 and gets 15." [1d20=5]
[17:41] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[17:42] <Keylin> roll 1d8+3
[17:42] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d8+3 and gets 4." [1d8=1]
[17:42] <Keylin> ooc: how exciting.
[17:42] <Ebiris> Keylin's arrow is lost in the scrum below - she thinks she hit something, but it'd be hard to miss with so many targets.
[17:42] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Eagan & Gourash
[17:42] <Alveria> "Mmpshmsphshrguyahrgh!"
[17:50] <Gourash> OOC: Holy smite
[17:51] <Ebiris> OOC: Go ahead
[17:51] <Gourash> roll 4d8 holy smite (I think it may do only half versus neutral but it does affect them), will save 15 (I think), blinds for 1 round
[17:51] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 4d8 holy smite (I think it may do only half versus neutral but it does affect them), will save 15 (I think), blinds for 1 round and gets 24." [4d8=3, 7, 6, 8]
[17:52] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+9
[17:52] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+9 and gets 13." [1d20=4]
[17:53] <Ebiris> Within the melee many of the participants cry out in pain, a few of them dropping - including the priestess of Cyric, who appears to have taken far worse from the effect. But Alveria and the beleagured priest of Sune are unharmed!
[17:54] <Alveria> OOC: Ima gonna act now
[17:54] <Ebiris> OOC: Go ahead
[17:55] <Alveria> While the smiting takes place, Alveria focuses her mind and spews forth a shearing beam of light, haphazardly through the crowd!
[17:55] <Ebiris> OOC: concentration check
[17:55] <Alveria> roll 1d20+13 concentration, I think.
[17:55] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+13 concentration, I think. and gets 23." [1d20=10]
[17:55] <Ebiris> OOC: passes. What spell?
[17:56] <Alveria> OOC: I can't cast spells with Somantic components, right?
[17:56] <Alveria> OOC: Which'd make it searing light, as it's my only sp
[17:56] <Ebiris> OOC: 'kay
[17:56] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 lolz touch attack
[17:56] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 lolz touch attack and gets 7." [1d20=2]
[17:56] <Ebiris> OOC: hits
[17:56] <Alveria> roll 4d8
[17:56] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 4d8 and gets 26." [4d8=6, 5, 7, 8]
[17:57] <Ebiris> Alveria's divinely granted beam of light cores through the melee, making her visible and slaying several of the combatants! Meanwhile, Keylin hears Amonet call out to ask if they need assistance.
[17:57] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash?
[17:58] * Gourash proceeds to introduce the mob to the orc comet, ignoring his tiring muscles as he charged them and struck out with his axe.
[17:59] <Gourash> roll 1d20+21-7 (PA) Attack The Mob!
[17:59] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+21-7 (PA) Attack The Mob! and gets 16." [1d20=2]
[17:59] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[17:59] <Gourash> OOC: Yay
[17:59] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+14 DAMAGE. I also Cleave If I can =)
[17:59] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+14 DAMAGE. I also Cleave If I can =) and gets 42." [1d12=12]
[18:00] <Ebiris> OOC: cleave away, it's kinda a given against this sort of foe
[18:00] <Gourash> roll 1d20+21-7 (PA) Attack The Mob! Cleave!
[18:00] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+21-7 (PA) Attack The Mob! Cleave! and gets 24." [1d20=10]
[18:01] <Gourash> roll 1d12+13+3+14 MORE DAMAGE!
[18:01] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d12+13+3+14 MORE DAMAGE! and gets 39." [1d12=9]
[18:01] <Ebiris> OOC: you need to roll to hit for the second, still
[18:01] <Gourash> OOC: I did. See the 24
[18:01] <Ebiris> OOC: sorry
[18:01] <Gourash> OOC: Marked 'Cleave!'
[18:02] <Ebiris> With a single mighty sweep of his axe as he dives into the fray, Gourash hacks aside several of the Mercykillers, before lunging in even deeper into the heart of the group and hacking wildly into yet more as limbs and blood fly freely around him!
[18:02] <Ebiris> A lone voice is called from within the group, yelling out, "Squad broken!" as the group disperses, the survivors fleeing desperately from the battle, no longer in any sort of coherent fighting formation!
[18:05] <Alveria> "Urgh..." grunts Alveria, still invisible, and still prone on the ground after that. Pulling her tattered cloak together, she limps towards the Suneite, checking to see how he came out of it.
[18:05] <Ebiris> OOC: not invisible - you shot your searing orb!
[18:05] <Alveria> OOC: Oh, right.
[18:05] <Alveria> OOC: It hardly matters, I guess.
[18:06] * Gourash stands looking fiercely but not chasing after the fleeing ones, noticing Alveria on the floor. "Alive?" He grunted at her.
[18:06] <Ebiris> He's slumped over and badly beaten, but still breathing... still, there's a lot of blood pooling about him. Nearby you can see a few unfortunate mercykillers blunder into the rioting prisoners and be promptly torn apart by the onrushing horde.
[18:07] <Alveria> "Yeah. Somehow. Get Eagan over here," she says. "Dammit. None of that should've been necessary..."
[18:08] <Gourash> Eagan was already rushing over, bringing healing goodness to Alveria with a cure moderate wounds!
[18:08] <Gourash> roll 2d8+9
[18:08] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 2d8+9 and gets 21." [2d8=4, 8]
[18:08] <Ebiris> A few prisoners are seen breaking off from the large cluster, seeing that the battle appears over. Some appear content to run down fleeing Mercykillers, while a small group approach Shayeera's broken form with greedy looks.
[18:08] <Gourash> "I'm here already," The cleric replied.
[18:09] <Alveria> "I meant for him," continues Alvie, pointing at the Suneite. "He'll be able to get control of his guys, I think."
[18:09] <Gourash> Gourash, while this is happening, focuses on their pay. Particularly where the Eryinnes went down.
[18:10] <Ebiris> "Watchful Skull!" a wild-eyed rioter approaches the stocks, looking in despair at the quite dead form of the Cyric high priestess. "Oh, Prince of Lies, why have you forsaken us?!" he wails, falling to the ground.
[18:10] <Ebiris> Gourash can see three of the prisoners have already found the Erinyes and are starting to manhandle her armour off of her.
[18:10] <Gourash> Eagan follows it with a cure serious (Sacrificing bestow curse)
[18:10] <Gourash> (For the Sune)
[18:11] <Gourash> roll 3d8+9
[18:11] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 3d8+9 and gets 20." [3d8=3, 2, 6]
[18:11] * Gourash growls, approaching with his axe and not hesitating to cut them down if they get in the way. "Looting my kill?"
[18:12] <Gourash> OOC: IS the other one alive to heal?
[18:12] <Alveria> OOC: We care not for the other one >.>
[18:12] <Gourash> OOC: Okay!
[18:12] <Ebiris> One look at Gourash's blood-soaked form is enough to convince them. "Er, sorry chief, she's all yours!" one yelps, the three rapidly making haste away from the corpse.
[18:12] <Ebiris> OOC: Suneite is at negative hp, Cyricist is quite dead
[18:13] <Gourash> OOC: Cured the sunite for 20 above)
[18:13] <Gourash> OOC: So he should be alive
[18:15] <Ebiris> ---------
[18:17] <Ebiris> With Xaos in ruins, the party of heroes is victorious! Nasfreiyin looks a little wide-eyed at all the destruction when she teleports into town and meets the group. "Wow... this isn't really what I had in mind, you guys..." she mutters, looking around at the wreckage of her beloved town.
[18:17] <Amonet> "Yes, it wasn't," Amonet agrees tersely.
[18:19] * Alveria sits herself down on the town square, looking mutely at the trail of destruction from the prison to the centre.
[18:19] <Ebiris> "Um, anyway... payment, yes. I'll pay you and then you'll go away," she nods to herself, showing none of the poise she had back at your first meeting. "Er..." she glances again at the vast heap of rubble where the city hall was, while smoke still looms from the dying fires on the town's east side. "Did you really have to blow up half the town?" she asks despairingly.
[18:20] * Gourash shrugged. "The angel was difficult," He was less affected than the others due to having seen such things before.
[18:20] <Amonet> "We didn't blow it up!" Amonet insists, stomping her foot angrily.
[18:21] <Ebiris> "Oh... some sort of 'If I can't have Xaos then no one can' thing by Shayeera?" Nasfreiyin asks, calming slightly. "I suppose that fits..."
[18:23] <Alveria> "Why do you care, anyway?" asks Alveria, sullenly. "Are you going to put yourself in charge or something?"
[18:24] <Gourash> "Probably because it her home," Gourash showing the slightest hint of empathy. "No one likes home crushed."
[18:24] * Amonet looks down sadly.
[18:24] <Ebiris> "I care because it's my home you... grrr!" the blonde demon turns to spear Alveria with an angry look. "You think it's easy to find a place that'll take you in and accept you for what you are without any judgements when you're a tana'ri?"
[18:26] * Alveria looks like she's been shot for a moment, and then looks away. "..sorry."
[18:27] <Ebiris> Nasfreiyin deflates, sighing. "My fault. I'm the one who asked you to... bah," she waves a delicate hand, as if dismissing the matter. "A deal's a deal. Would you prefer money or knowledge?"
[18:28] <Amonet> "I would prefer that you first prove that you are a good person despite your upbringing," Amonet says firmly.
[18:28] * Gourash blinks, eying Amonet. "Huh, what does that matter...we had a deal."
[18:29] <Gourash> "It all fair."
[18:29] <Amonet> "I don't think this town can handle another 'rescue' like that!" Amonet exclaims. "If she is evil we have to save it once and for all, not leave and let this repeat."
[18:29] <Ebiris> She blinks and eyes Amonet. "You want me to prove *I'm* the good person?" she asks incredulously, before looking at the gutted town around her. "Please tell me you're not serious."
[18:31] <Amonet> "Well, can you?" Amonet asks defensively.
[18:31] <Alveria> "So what should we do, have her save a cat?" snorts Alveria, standing up.
[18:32] <Amonet> "How should I know? You're the one who said we'd do it!" Amonet tells the elf angrily.
[18:32] <Gourash> "most of it done by her troops, prisoner, and I think some gnome. We said for knowledge and gems. Wipe out angel and allies but good for that." (Grawr, BRB X_X)
[18:32] <Ebiris> "Your friend at least has some sense," she inclines her head to Alveria. "How would you have me prove what lies in my heart?" she asks, holding a hand over her rather modestly covered chest.
[18:33] * Gourash growls in disagreement with Amonet. "It no matter. We accept work. Why would we hunt her afterwards. Even if she bad, not like town would be worse off."
[18:33] <Alveria> "Well, that was before everything went to hell!" replies Alveria, irritably. "Man. Ask around town. If it really *accepted her for who she was*- then some people will be able to vouch for her. But I don't care. What was I going to do with Lloth's lore anyway? Screw it."
[18:34] * Alveria starts to leave, heading back towards their inn, or at least the wreckage.
[18:34] <Amonet> "Then I'll go and do just that," Amonet responds, matching her irritation, and leaves as well to question people.
[18:35] * Gourash stares in confusion at his comrades, so enflamed over the good or evil of the tanar'ri.
[18:37] <Ebiris> Sighing again, Nasfreiyin reaches into a pouch in her belt and tosses an irridescent sphere to Gourash. It seems to shift colours through the rainbow all of its own volition, even when motionless. "That's a rogue stone. Should be worth at least three thousand gold, probably more depending on where you sell it," she tells him tiredly, before extending her pink fleshy wings and flying off in the opposite direction from Amonet and Alveria.

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 10, 2007, 06:08:50 PM

After the battle, most of the party retires to the Sickened Slaad (fortunately still standing, and quite a bit busier) to recuperate. Amonet however spends her time trawling the streets for dirt on Nasfreiyin, finding out the following:

[21:54] <Corwin> roll 1d20+6 Gather Info
[21:54] * Hatbot --> "Corwin rolls 1d20+6 Gather Info and gets 14." [1d20=8]

Amonet's first attempt turns up one guy who says Nasfreiyin's a filthy temptress and whore who ruined the fine moral standing of Xaos.

[21:56] <Corwin> roll 1d20+9 guidance, nobility, don't fail~
[21:56] * Hatbot --> "Corwin rolls 1d20+9 guidance, nobility, don't fail~ and gets 16." [1d20=7]

A few hours later, Amonet runs into a guy who says that Nasfreiyin's pretty nice and never seemed to do anyone any harm, but really uptight (for a succubus) and keeps to herself a lot - mainly because she has a lot of unsavoury admirers she tends to avoid. The Erinyes seemed to have a personal hate for her, and made special effort to hunt her down when she first took over town.

[22:01] <Corwin> roll 1d20+7 another guidance, I wonder, could I roll worse?
[22:01] * Hatbot --> "Corwin rolls 1d20+7 another guidance, I wonder, could I roll worse? and gets 27." [1d20=20]

[22:04] <Ebiris> This time Amonet runs into a shady looking tiefling who says that apparently Nasfreiyin used to be pretty popular in the lower planes, but she did something to *really* piss off some higher up demons - he doesn't know the specifics, but it seemed to involve wiping out an entire Drow noble house - and she's been on the run ever since. He also notes that she gets quite viciously defensive whenever anyone implies anything sexual about her.
[22:04] <Ebiris> Marjorie gives a loud cheer at the drow part.

This basically takes Amonet the rest of the day, and it's quite late by the time she returns to the tavern.

So, what is everyone else doing?

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Carthrat on June 10, 2007, 10:53:18 PM

I'm going to find the Suneite leader and ask him what he plans to do next, with the implication that he's in charge now.

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 11, 2007, 05:53:02 PM

Alveria finds Heartkeeper Lucas and a dozen or so other people busily clearing rubble to the North of town. In reply to her query, he tells her that his first priority is ministering to his congregation, and rebuilding the temple - apparently it was incredibly beautiful, before the Mercykillers tore it down.

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 15, 2007, 08:03:53 PM

[21:56] <Ebiris> It's getting quite late after Amonet has finished getting information on Nasfreiyin's past and status within Xaos, and the sky has already darkened. Municipal lighting doesn't seem like much of a priority for Xaos, although Marjorie as always makes it seem like midday around her, while more than a few bonfires are spread few the town, quite a few people celebrating the departure of the Mercykillers. (more)
[22:00] <Ebiris> It takes a bit of asking and a bit of searching, but soon Amonet finds her quarry, in the midst of a fairly large street party on the mostly undamaged west side of town. She's perched up on the roof of a domed two storey building, idly kicking her legs over the side and watching the festivities below.
[22:00] <Ebiris> A few people occasionally try to coax her down, while others simply stare at her in a somewhat love stricken manner, but most people seem too busy partying to be distracted even by a succubus, drinks being passed freely while the population dances and sings.
[22:01] * Amonet looks around for an easy access to the roof, perhaps in the form of a ladder.
[22:04] <Ebiris> Amonet's in luck - there's a ladder propped up against some scaffolding further down the street, next to a half-complete building. As she looks around, she's suddenly bumped into by a familiar long-haired elf - Giselle looks even more bedraggled than usual, but she also seems rather happy, if obviously intoxicated.
[22:04] <Ebiris> "Hiii, Amonet!" she carols, leaning on the paladin, "You come to join the party?!" she asks, yelling over the ruckus pervading the area.
[22:06] <Amonet> "I'm afraid not," Amonet responds, helping the elf remain on her feet. "And I don't think you've met Marjorie in person yet, have you?"
[22:08] <Ebiris> "She's your talkin' glowy lance, right?" Giselle asks, her arm snaking over Amonet's shoulder to pat the shiny weapon. "Hiiya, Marjorie! Didja stab that mean ol' fake angel good?"
[22:09] <Ebiris> "Um, well, I can't really take credit, it was mostly Amonet, after all," Marjorie's high pitched voice is heard, struggling against the din. She sounds a little bit uncomfortable.
[22:10] <Amonet> "She deserved it," Amonet says, adding, "Marjorie, why don't you start retaking human form again? You can do that from time to time, right?"
[22:12] <Ebiris> "Not really - I'm pretty much bound completely inside the lance," Marjorie's voice is heard, while Giselle tilts her head away from you and burps noisily, before grinning sheepishly. "I'm pretty sure if I tried to leave then I'd get pulled back to the High Forest."
[22:13] <Amonet> "Ah," Amonet says sadly. "Well, just use your image for now, then? We'll figure out a better way eventually, I bet."
[22:18] <Ebiris> "I suppose I can do that," Marjorie replies agreeably, before a human girl looking about the same physical age as Giselle appears beside the pair, ignoring the fact that someone's arm just went right through her as they walked past. She's wearing the same puffy blue and white peasant dress Marjorie wore back when you first met her, with a red headband holding back some of her pale blonde locks.
[22:18] <Ebiris> "Hi," the voice still comes from the lance even as the girl waves.
[22:18] <Ebiris> "Oh, wow..." Giselle blinks owlishly, before letting go of Amonet and attempting to hug Marjorie. This ends predictably as she falls through the illusion, landing on her hands and knees half inside 'Marjorie' who looks rather perturbed by the whole thing.
[22:20] <Amonet> "You've had enough to drink," Amonet says sternly, helping Giselle up again. "That you drank to begin with is bad enough."
[22:21] <Ebiris> "Heeey, I'm older than you," Giselle sing songs, though she does sway quite dizzily in Amonet's grasp.
[22:22] <Amonet> "I am probably wiser," Amonet counters, shaking her head, before smiling. "And I'm definitely stronger, which handily wins the argument for me."
[22:25] <Ebiris> "C'mon, it's not every day that..." Giselle trails off, before her cheeks bulge out and her skin adopts a vaguely green cast. Leaning away from Amonet, she proceeds to throw up, the pale yellow semi-solid vomit spattering through Marjorie's intangible form. "So glad that's not really me," your lance mutters while her illusion bravely ignores the indignity.
[22:26] * Amonet winces, holding the elf's hair back as she pats her gently on her back. "Now you've had enough?" she asks.
[22:27] <Ebiris> "Maybe..." Giselle mutters reluctantly as she finishes up, now seeming a bit more subdued.
[22:28] <Amonet> "Where is your home? I'll take you there," Amonet offers.
[22:29] <Ebiris> "Just down the street," she points the way you came, towards a leaning circular tower, one of the larger buildings around this area. "Ugh... it was worth it anyway," she gives Amonet a brave puke-stained smile. "Hasn't been a party this good in ages."
[22:31] * Amonet finds a clean scrap of fabric to clean up her face, dabbing at it with magically-summoned water, and aids Giselle return home.
[22:34] <Ebiris> It doesn't take long to bundle Giselle into her small tenement in the leaning tower. "Thanks again for savin' me and Mr Fumblbusti...fuh...groosa... Him!" she gives up on remembering its name and instead jabs a finger violently towards the googly eyed beholder, smiling vacantly as falls into bed and cuddles up with it, snoring away in no time.
[22:35] * Amonet tucks her in, and leaves after making sure the apartment is secure.
[22:37] <Ebiris> This is easily done. Heading back the way you came, you see that Marjorie left her illusion standing there... which is currently being berated by a drunk looking orc. "You're some sorta ice queen, aintcha? Too good ta talk wiv the likes of me, issat it?!" he demands, waving a tankard around as he remonstrates the unresponsive illusion.
[22:38] <Amonet> "Please don't bother my friend," Amonet tells the drunk firmly. "I have a holy lance and know how to use it." She indeed holds up Marjorie's real, glowing body.
[22:40] <Ebiris> "Whoops," you hear Marjorie mutter as the illusion comes to life, looking apologetic and backing away from the orc.
[22:40] <Ebiris> "Bah! What's wiv everyone bein' so uptight? Just tryin' ta be friendly and look what it gets..." he mutters in disgust, walking away presumably in search of more young girls to befriend.
[22:41] <Amonet> "Should I stop him before he tries to befriend more underaged girls?" Amonet asks Marjorie. "He did seem harmless, but I wonder...."
[22:43] <Ebiris> "Um... it'll probably be okay. He wasn't evil, was he?" Marjorie asks hesitantly.
[22:43] * Amonet makes sure!
[22:46] <Ebiris> Amonet does sense evil! Focusing on it a bit more, none of it comes from the orc - there's faint evil from a few other partygoers, and... wow, someone's radiating more evil than she's ever felt before! It isn't hard at all to pinpoint the nigh overwhelming aura as coming from the succubus sitting on a nearby rooftop. She seems to be looking in your direction, too.
[22:47] * Amonet lets go of the feeling, and gives her a hesitant wave before attempting to use the ladder she had seen earlier.
[22:48] <Ebiris> No one seems to argue with the heavily armed and armoured holy warrior as she commandeers the ladder, although getting it over to the domed building without hitting anyone is a trial, she nonetheless perseveres in order to reach her goal. Nasfreiyin just watches your progress with a look of curiousity on her too perfect features, not moving.
[22:49] <Ebiris> Marjorie lets her illusion vanish as you leave the area in order to prevent a repeat of the previous scene.
[22:51] * Amonet smiles apologetically at people she narrowly avoids hitting with the ladder, before finally placing it against the side of the building Nasfreiyin is at and climbing it.
[22:55] <Ebiris> "Something I can help you with?" Nasfreiyin asks once Amonet is all the way up, seeming quite comfortable on her perch as she lets her legs dangle over the edge while her wings fan out behind her.
[22:56] <Amonet> "Mind if I sit here?" Amonet asks, settling next to her.
[22:58] <Ebiris> "It is a free city," the succubus smiles, baring a set of flawless pearly white teeth as she shifts one of her wings to make room for Amonet.
[22:58] <Ebiris> "Is it really true you killed a bunch of dark elves?!" Marjorie blurts out excitedly, half interrupting the end of Nasfreiyin's statement.
[22:59] <Amonet> "Their kind killed Marjorie and her family," Amonet adds solemnly.
[23:01] <Ebiris> The succubus looks briefly surprised at the outburst, and Amonet's explanation doesn't appear to help her. Schooling her features, however, she smoothly replies, "I try not to pay attention to the rumours that swirl about me. Is that what they're saying, these days?" she asks casually, idly examining her fingernails. Naturally, they're perfectly manicured.
[23:03] <Amonet> "What people are saying about you is that you're not a bad person," Amonet tells the succubus. "I believe them, and I now think that I was wrong, so I wanted to come here and tell you that."
[23:06] <Ebiris> "Your approval is not required, but appreciated," Nasfreiyin nods her head gracefully towards Amonet. "For what it's worth, your friend has my sympathies. I do not doubt that the warped imaginations of the Drow would engender a most unpleasant demise."
[23:06] <Ebiris> Marjorie makes a barely coherent noise of agreement at that, but doesn't speak up further.
[23:07] <Amonet> "What are your plans, now? Just keep on living here as a regular citizen?"
[23:09] <Ebiris> "Yes..." Nasfreiyin smiles more widely, gesturing to the party taking place below. "Is it not glorious? This is why I love this town - the people are so resilient, able to adapt and bounce back from anything. Even if I'm not in the mood to celebrate, tonight, I can still appreciate the people who are."
[23:10] <Amonet> "Then I would like to wish you and this city luck. And that no devils come to place it under their thumb again," Amonet comments, following her gesture and observing the party from the rooftop.
[23:13] <Ebiris> "I doubt any will be in a hurry to try after what happened to Shayeera," Nasfreiyin replies. "What of yourselves? Moving on?"
[23:14] <Amonet> "Yes, fairly soon," Amonet agrees. "I was told that there is a portal in that strange building next to city square, the one with all the iron?"
[23:16] <Ebiris> "It's built over the exact centre of the city, so the portal does graviate there quite often," Nasfreiyin nods. "Of course, even when it is there, it's still impossible to use without the key."
[23:17] <Amonet> "The key?" she asks curiously.
[23:22] <Ebiris> "Just as the portal moves location, so does the key to open it also change," Nasfreiyin explains. "Only a soul filled with Chaos can discern the correct key without magic." She smiles, and while it may be a condescending one, it's so attention getting and perfect that it's hard to feel offended.
[23:24] <Amonet> "I think we have both in a single package," Amonet mutters, before sighing. "Speaking of her, I believe Alveria made a rash decision earlier. I am certain she would regret it, yet remain too proud to admit it, so I have decided to ask you in her stead. Would you sell me the magical knowledge you offered her?"
[23:26] <Ebiris> "Are you sure?" she cocks her head curiously towards Amonet. "Given your friend's feelings on the Drow, I am not sure if this knowledge would be useful to you."
[23:27] <Amonet> "I won't be the one using it..." Amonet says, uncertain. "What exactly is objectional about this knowledge, besides its origin?"
[23:32] <Ebiris> Nasfreiyin laughs, an elegant and musical sound that sets your heart aflutter. "It's Evil, my dear. Not the sort of magic you can perform without leaving deep stains on your soul. To say nothing of how little use it'd be to someone who hates spiders."
[23:32] <Ebiris> That prompts a scared whimper from Marjorie. "H-how did you know?" she asks weakly.
[23:34] <Amonet> "That settles it, then," Amonet says instantly, as she looks at Nasfreiyin chidingly. "You should have made that clear from the start, you know."
[23:39] <Ebiris> She shrugs her delicate shoulders in reply. "I honestly did not think mere gems would be enough payment, and had little else with which to sweeten the deal," she replies apologetically, before glancing down at her exquisitely formed body, "Many of my sisters would have gladly found another means of payment in my position, but I don't think that would have satisfied either of us."
[23:39] <Ebiris> Glancing towards the mithril lance on Amonet's back, she goes on, looking and sounding sincere enough, "My apologies, Marjorie. I only took a peek in your mind when I heard two voices but only saw one person."
[23:42] <Amonet> Amonet's features soften at that. "I suppose I can forgive a white lie like that, especially in your situation," she admits, biting her lip. "And I think it is very admirable the way you behave, and not take the easy path."
[23:44] <Ebiris> "Just don't do it again," Marjorie mutters softly, while Nasfreiyin's expression hardens slightly, looking away.
[23:44] <Ebiris> "Oh, that path is anything but easy, believe me," she replies, a trace of bitterness in her voice.
[23:44] * Amonet is hesitant, before she awkwardly pats the succubus on her shoulder.
[23:52] <Ebiris> Slowly turning back towards Amonet, Nasfreiyin smiles crookedly... although it's just a flash before her smile smooths out into that damnably perfect and alluring expression she seemingly can't help but portray. "Shouldn't a Good girl like you be in bed at this hour, anyway, instead of fraternising with a fallen demon?" she asks lightly.
[23:54] <Amonet> "W-Well, it's not like I have a curfew," Amonet stammers at the unexpected turn in conversation. "If I'm bothering you I could just go back to my inn," she offers.
[23:56] <Ebiris> "Honestly? I suppose I don't mind," Nasfreiyin admits. "You're not as bad as you were earlier. Not worried about being corrupted by me?"
[23:59] <Amonet> "If I were that easy to corrupt I would have given up my path long ago," Amonet muses. "I'll stick around in case the party below gets too out of hand and someone gets hurt, and I don't mind the company either, myself."

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 17, 2007, 02:21:57 PM

[15:01] <Ebiris> The day after liberating Xaos, the party reconvenes over breakfast in the Sickened Slaad to plan their next move. A few other patrons are seen within, most seeming to be nursing quite brutal hangovers after yesterday's festivities - once the riots calmed down, it seems most of the city chose to put their energy into partying something fierce to celebrate the end of the Mercykiller regime.
[15:03] <Alveria> "Guess we better go have a look at that portal," grumps Alveria, pulling her pointy red hat off the back of her chair and onto her head.
[15:04] <Amonet> "Someone of your unique skills would be best suited for this task, but I will aid you in whatever way I can," Amonet agrees.
[15:05] <Alveria> "Yes. I'm very grateful for everyone's aid," remarks Alveria, standing up. "But it should all be done with soon."
[15:05] <Ebiris> "Has anyone been able to find out where it is?" Puk'lor asks as he pecks at his mushroom omelette, seeming somewhat more droopy than normal. He didn't seem thrilled with all the loud partying last night, after all.
[15:06] <Alveria> "How hard can it be to find? There's always someone who knows about these things."
[15:06] <Amonet> "Around city hall," Amonet responds, detailing all she knows about the subject.
[15:06] <Keylin> "The city hall you guys blew up?" asks Keylin.
[15:07] <Alveria> "It wasn't *us*," grunts Alveria, standing up and starting to head out.
[15:08] * Gourash finishes his meal and stands. "I see too," and with that decides to follow Alveria, not having much better to do yet
[15:08] * Keylin shrugs. "Heh, okay. I'd heard it was you." She leaves unsaid who said it was them.
[15:09] * Eagan pushes his plate away and picks up a mug of ale, heading for the door as well.
[15:11] * Keylin waits to see if Amonet stands up and follows the other. If everyone's going, might as well stick together.
[15:11] * Amonet already promised to help Alveria, and has no reason not to.
[15:11] <Ebiris> Out the party go! The streets of Xaos, which previously were spotlessly clean, are now riddled with litter and deritrus from yesterday's carnage, a few vagrants seen sleeping under the awnings of buildings while some bleary-eyed merchants put up their stalls for the day. There's also some blood on the streets, as a reminder that yesterday wasn't all about celebrating.
[15:12] * Eagan drinks his ale as they go, watching the general area..
[15:12] * Alveria starts circling around the remains of city hall, looking for something.. portal-like. Yes.
[15:13] * Gourash wonders to Puk'lor. "How portal finding work? Can you just see it?"
[15:13] <Ebiris> Reaching the town square, the dome of crossed iron bars is still intact, unlike the raised platform that once bore the stocks, now reduced to kindling, and the shattered debris of the city hall. A few people are already there, picking through the rubble - whether in search of survivors or looting is hard to say.
[15:13] * Amonet examines the area near the dome in question.
[15:14] <Alveria> "This it?" queries Alveria, walking up to the little dome and poking it.
[15:14] <Ebiris> "I am not an expert on portals," the monk admits with a shrug. "As I understand it, they can appear within any bound space, but most will not open without a specific key such as the rock Miss Ward gave us before. Considering the nature of this portal, I suspect its location and key are in flux."
[15:15] <Ebiris> Feels metally! Some rust scrapes off where Alveria's finger pokes. It's also not that little - the radius is about 20 feet, with lots of room inside.
[15:15] <Alveria> "Oh. That's going to make things hard," complains Alveria. "Hey, you! You know how to find the portal to Limbo?" she asks some random passerby.
[15:17] <Ebiris> "What do I look like, a... oh, it's you guys!" the greasy haired young man walking past initially looks put out at the questioning, but swiftly changes his attitude after seeing who's asking. "I dunno, the portal hasn't appeared ever since the Mercykillers took over - with them gone it should be back, I'd think, but I dunno where. It's random, innit?"
[15:17] <Alveria> "What's it look like?"
[15:19] <Ebiris> He looks slack-jawed in thought for a moment. "Um... portal... -like?" he eventually hazards. "I mean, you never actually see it except when it's activated, and that only lasts a few seconds while someone goes through."
[15:20] <Alveria> "Mmmhmm..." Forgetting about this guy, Alveria starts heading to where the temple of Sune *used* to be.
[15:22] <Ebiris> Soon enough, Alveria and company reach the ruined temple. It's looking a lot better since yesterday, with the rubble now cleared and some people now starting work on construction. Heartkeeper Lucas is seen looking over a wooden table with two other men, its surface covered in sheets of paper.
[15:23] <Alveria> "Heartkeeper! You wouldn't know anything about the portal that's supposed to be around here, would you?"
[15:26] <Ebiris> "Ahh, if it isn't our town's saviours!" the cleric smiles, clapping his hands and coming over to meet the group. He looks a lot better since yesterday, vital and unbruised, wearing a simple but clearly expensive silken tunic and pants. "You mean the portal to Limbo, yes?"
[15:27] <Alveria> "Yep. That's why we're here, after all."
[15:30] <Ebiris> "Well, the portal is tricky by nature, since it constantly changes both its location and the key," he admits, rubbing his now stubble-free chin. "Finding it isn't too hard, since it'll appear as an area of powerful conjuration magic if you can detect such things. The key, however, is a tricky thing - it can be something as ephemereal as a thought or a feeling, or it can be a very real physical object.
[15:30] <Ebiris> Ordinarily I'd suggest asking a Chaotic Outsider, since they have a knack for such things. Unfortunately, I think they've all left since the Mercykillers took over." He shrugs weakly, "Hopefully they'll start to come back now things are back to normal, at least."
[15:31] * Gourash frowns. "What about the Succubus, Naf?" He wondered more to the group than to the sunite
[15:32] <Amonet> "...Naf?"
[15:34] <Alveria> "Well... the cities too big to just look around with detect spells," admits Alveria, shrugging. "Let's go look for her."
[15:37] * Gourash nods.
[15:37] <Alveria> "..though, I have no idea where she is, either..." mutters Alveria, rubbing her head. "Eagan, you can't cast some divination, could you?"
[15:39] <Ebiris> Amonet also takes five minutes to pray for her spells and then identify magic loot at this juncture.
[15:39] <Eagan> "Yes, give me a few moments.."
[15:40] * Eagan sits down and focuses with some prayers to Torm, asking him to answer his question..
[15:41] <Eagan> "Torm, where is the portal to Limbo that we seek?"
[15:41] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[15:41] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 55." [1d100=55]
[15:44] -> *Eagan* You hear it, the voice of your lord! (or one of his higher ranking servants, at least) "The door you seek lies hidden in the tomb of parchment."
[15:44] * Eagan stands and breathes out, speaking his thanks to Torm.
[15:45] <Amonet> "I met her last night, so if we still need to talk to her, she might still be in the area," Amonet suggests.
[15:45] <Eagan> "The portal is hidden inside a place called 'the Tomb of Parchment.'"
[15:45] <Gourash> "That a step forward, at least" Gourash commented.
[15:45] <Alveria> "Heartkeeper, is there a place in Xaos named as such, or is the meaning metaphorical?"
[15:46] <Amonet> "If it is metaphorical, there was a large archive underneath city hall," Amonet muses thoughtfully.
[15:46] <Ebiris> "Which I think would constitute a tomb after yesterday," the Suneite cleric nods thoughtfully.
[15:47] <Amonet> "It would've fit even before that," Amonet mutters.
[15:47] <Alveria> "Huh. Let's go see if we can find a way down, then," ponders Alveria.
[15:47] <Amonet> "Wait a moment, please," Amonet requests.
[15:48] <Amonet> "Heartkeeper, what does Xaos normally do with its criminals?" she inquires.
[15:50] <Ebiris> "It depends what they did, and who they did it to," Lucas replies. "For example, if someone were to wrong my temple, and then caught, we would typically make them work off their debt, hopefully teaching them about proper morals along the way," he smiles faintly. "On the other hand, if someone were to break into the temple of Cyric - while it was still a force here, anyway - they'd face a far more unpleasant fate."
[15:51] * Amonet nods thoughtfully. "So there is no centralized legal system, as it were?"
[15:52] <Ebiris> "You saw what happened when we did have one," he replies simply. "I for one am quite glad we no longer enforce such... mechanical barbarity, upon the populace."
[15:52] <Alveria> "No chaff, as it were," remarks Alveria. "Good or evil, law or chaos, whatever is strongest makes the rules. Out in the planes, it's always in flux. Force is, after all, the first and last political resort."
[15:53] <Ebiris> "Indeed," he nods respectfully to Alveria, "Luckily there are those with power who will use to to shield those who do not, and so an equilibrium is maintained against those who use their power more selfishly."
[15:56] <Amonet> "There is one last thing we should do here, then, before we are to leave via our portal," Amonet tells the others.
[15:57] <Alveria> "There is? Well, we've got to figure out how to activate it and all that, no telling how long that'll take..."
[15:57] <Gourash> "And dig to it," Gourash noted.
[15:58] <Amonet> "That gnome you spoke of, Alveria," Amonet continues. "We simply cannot allow him to remain here unpunished."
[15:58] <Alveria> "Eh?"
[15:58] <Amonet> "Left to his own devices, how much more damage could he do?"
[15:58] <Alveria> "Probably none, seeing as he's got what he wanted..."
[15:59] <Amonet> "I don't think getting what one wants warrants killing innocent people along the way," Amonet says sternly.
[16:01] * Gourash eyes. "We not the guards."
[16:01] <Alveria> "I don't disagree, but I was putting it down to the chaos of, well, revolution..." replies Alveria, fidgeting.
[16:03] <Amonet> "If it is payment you seek for this, Gourash, then I will become our client," Amonet announces. "I'm afraid I can't afford as much as Nasfreiyin, but arresting a single gnome and transporting him to a suitable facility at our next destination is surely an easier task than retaking an entire city from a devil and her minions."
[16:04] <Alveria> "But I was in complicity with him," replies Alveria, faltering. "It doesn't seem right to me to go arrest him after supporting his general idea."
[16:05] <Gourash> "Grabbing people on how they fought not sound right," Gourash shrugged, ignoring the offer of payment since the job didn't interest him.
[16:06] <Eagan> "We could try to just ask him to cooperate with us. Since he has what he wants, there might not be any real reason for him to stay around here. He might be willing to go with us, just to get to 'fertile lands' as it were."
[16:06] * Amonet frowns. "Forgive me for saying so, but recent events suggest you may not be in full control of your faculties due to events beyond your control," Amonet tells Alveria. "And as we travel together, I am certainly in a position to prevent you from following up on any misdeeds."
[16:07] <Alveria> "No, he wanted to free his ci- what did you just say?"
[16:07] <Amonet> "You have a magical sword stuck in your head."
[16:07] <Alveria> "And you have a magical lance that hates me."
[16:08] <Ebiris> "I don't *hate* you..." Marjorie protests. "You're just... sometimes you're a bit difficult, that's all."
[16:08] * Gourash eyes the two and turns to head off, grunting "stupid" as he heads back towards the city hall.
[16:09] <Amonet> "If you feel responsible, is not the proper thing to set things right?" Amonet asks the elf.
[16:10] <Alveria> "Didn't I give you my share of the gold? Donate it to the city or something. Clearly, doing things right is presently beyond me."
[16:10] <Eagan> "Indeed it is. And while this venture will delay us, we should begin with it soon. The longer we take, the longer until we finish. Alveria certainly isn't going to budge on this, so we might as well get to it."
[16:11] <Alveria> "We'll just come back this way, anyway, and then I won't have psycho extraplanar freaks hunting me down, either," mutters Alveria. "I'll make a bet with you that the city is still here when we're done, anyway."
[16:12] <Amonet> "So you believe this matter can wait until we return?"
[16:14] <Alveria> "I don't believe there's a matter at all!" Alveria wipes her head and takes off her hat, massaging her temples. "I guess you have to study what's right and what's not or whatever, but I don't! And right now, the only thing that really matters to me is.. getting this stupid sword out of where it shouldn't be! After I've done that I'll help fix whatever problems you want."
[16:15] <Amonet> "Then I'll take care of the matter myself, as I believe I must," Amonet tells her. "If I must do so alone, then so be it." She turns to glare at Eagan. "Merely because Alveria would not bulge on this issue does not mean I would! It is important to me!"
[16:16] <Eagan> "It's important to her, though, too."
[16:16] <Amonet> "Letting a murdered go free because of circumstances. I'm afraid I cannot see eye to eye with her on this."
[16:18] <Alveria> "You're going to stake some royal claim, aren't you?" asks Alveria, changing the topic rather suddenly.
[16:18] * Amonet blinks. "What?"
[16:18] <Alveria> "You're from.. Mulhourand, right?"
[16:19] <Eagan> "Why not try what I said earlier? See if he's willing to agree to a self imposed exile and go with us. We can keep an eye on him until we find a suitable place to leave him."
[16:19] <Amonet> "From the area, yes," Amonet says guardedly.
[16:19] <Alveria> "Didn't you say you had something you had to fight for there? I forget the details. It was.. I can't remember things, sometimes," mumbles Alveria.
[16:20] <Amonet> "And it is not a matter of getting him away from the city, but of making certain he cannot harm anyone by putting him in prison," Amonet tells Eagan, before nodding uncertainly at Alveria. "In a matter of speaking...."
[16:22] <Alveria> "Yeah. Ugh... besides, he's a mage, and a powerful one, at that," mutters Alveria, changing tack *again*. "What're you going to do if he flies? Or teleports? Or turns invisible?"
[16:23] <Amonet> "I was hoping my allies would help me," Amonet replies simply.
[16:23] <Eagan> "And, as I said, 'suitable place.' As it is, right now, we don't really have the time to deal with this, do we? Whatever we do, we need to decide soon. As a follower of Torm, I fully understand the need for justice.. However, we can't hold *everyone's* hands. They need to stand on their own at some point. I figure we're going to come back through this way again. If we do, and he hasn't been fully delt with, we can at that point."
[16:24] <Amonet> "You heard what the Heartmaster said," Amonet tells Eagan with a frown. "There is no justice system in place here, nor do they wish for one after this disaster."
[16:24] <Alveria> "But it was my fault, anyway," mutters Alveria. "If you look at it that way, I gave him the signal to start."
[16:25] <Amonet> "And if, once we take care of your problem, you still believe that to have been the right call, my answer might change from what I said already," Amonet says, looking at Alveria.
[16:26] <Amonet> "Right now, I can't see you as responsible."
[16:28] <Alveria> "Well, I can't see him as responsible, either, since I had him trusting my signal. If you have to blame anyone, blame the goddamned sword! Hell, it wasn't even that, I was panicking!"
[16:28] <Amonet> "He was planning on killing all those people before you even met him! How is he absolved of the matter?"
[16:29] <Alveria> "He was backed into a corner! I bet all the people in this town would've seen him as a patriot!"
[16:30] <Amonet> "I don't answer to the people of this city, but to a higher authority!"
[16:30] <Alveria> "So you plan to lock him up in heaven? 'cos nowhere else will have him!"
[16:30] * Amonet shakes her head sadly. "Horus-Re would not condone this, he wouldn't! And there must be a city willing to lock him up!"
[16:31] <Alveria> "Yeah, for fifty gold and a mug of ale!"
[16:32] <Amonet> "If I should have to pay to see justice done, it does not bother me overmuch."
[16:41] * Alveria stops short of speaking again, and settles for rolling her eyes. "Well, why're you still here, then? Off you go. Grab him first and ask questions later if you want to live through it."
[16:42] <Amonet> "Thank you for your advice," Amonet tells her, nodding curtly. "Eagan, how about you? Would you accompany me?"
[16:42] * Eagan shrugs and nods.
[16:42] <Eagan> "I don't pick sides in personal arguments. I just make sure everyone comes back alive. I'll go with you, to be sure you'll come back."
[16:43] <Amonet> "Thank you."
[16:44] * Amonet heads towards the shop!
[16:44] * Eagan hands his mug to Alveria.
[16:45] <Eagan> "Have fun, Alveria. We'll be back."
[16:45] * Eagan follows after Amonet.
[16:46] <Ebiris> And so the duo make their way to the circus-tent-like building with a sign out the front displaying an exploding beaker and reading "Alchemic Excess". The door is... open!
[16:46] * Alveria gives the mug a weird look. "I hope it's not just the sword that makes me 'chaotic'," she gripes to Puk'Lor.
[16:47] <Ebiris> "What were you like before the incident?" the monk asks placidly, seeming unaffected by the argument.
[16:47] * Amonet eyes the explosive commercials and boosts her fleetness of feet, not forgetting to ward herself of fire and chaos as well.
[16:48] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Amonet
[16:49] <Amonet> roll 1d20+17
[16:49] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+17 and gets 36." [1d20=19]
[16:49] <Ebiris> OOC: you passed, so 'ping'
[16:50] * Amonet pauses, and glances at Eagan. "A spell has been cast, it seems."
[16:50] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5 spellcraft
[16:50] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 spellcraft and gets 24." [1d20=19]
[16:52] <Amonet> "I cannot determine it, unfortunately, though we should have a decent guess."
[16:54] * Eagan grunts and calls upon the power of Torm.
[16:54] * Eagan settles the Dispel Magic spell on himself, to see if he was effected.
[16:54] * Amonet nods, steeling herself, and heads inside, looking for the proprietor.
[16:56] <Ebiris> Eagan is... dispelled! But doesn't vanish or anything.
[16:56] * Eagan follows after Amonet.
[16:58] <Ebiris> Into the shop the pair go, finding themselves in a circular room, the shelves brimming with potions. A chubby little gnome wearing a pointed hat like the ones Alveria favours is parked behind the counter, and smiles widely at the pair. "Ah, customers! How delightful!" he exclaims. "How might Oswald Firestarter, purveyor of all things alchemical, serve you on this fine day?"
[16:59] <Amonet> "The way I understand it, you were the one behind the collapse of city hall with many of its inhabitants," Amonet states categorically. "Would that be a fair description?"
[17:00] <Ebiris> "I had some help," he smiles brightly. "From the Queen of Evermeet, no less! I hear things didn't work out exactly according to plan, but since the stench of the Mercykillers no longer pervades this fine city, I'd say alls well that ends well."
[17:02] * Amonet twitches. "There were children in the building. Did you think it right to place them in such danger, especially given that the collapse did no damage to the devil herself and only incurred minimal losses to the Mercykillers?"
[17:03] <Ebiris> "Well that's what Queenie's dimensional anchor was for - I thought she knew what she was doing," Oswald huffs indignantly. "Besides, you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs - those children should've known better than to align themselves with the soulless minions of orthodoxy!"
[17:04] <Amonet> "I believe that people who see innocent lives akin to eggs, readily broken at need, should be placed before a judge to decide their fate," Amonet says.
[17:05] <Ebiris> "Oh... and are you looking to judge me, girly?" the gnome asks, his demeanour becoming far less jovial.
[17:05] * Amonet shakes her head. "I would escort you to one such judge instead."
[17:07] <Ebiris> "In case you didn't notice, we had all the self proclaimed judges ran out of town... or killed if they weren't quick enough," Oswald counters. "Maybe you ought to follow their lead, girly? Xaos doesn't need you and your high falutin' laws."
[17:08] * Eagan steps forward.
[17:08] <Amonet> "Xaos will have to compromise, then," she tells him. "Come with me to another city and face a trial there. Should they find you not guilty, that would be the end of it."
[17:09] <Eagan> "Now, now. Lets not get violent.."
[17:10] <Ebiris> "I'm going nowhere - I've got a business to run. Now I'll kindly ask you both to leave my establishment - I've got nothing to sell your kind," Oswald replies, making a shooing gesture towards the door.
[17:12] <Amonet> "Taking that as a request is a mistake," Amonet tells him angrily. "You are graciously offered the option of coming peacefully at no harm to your merchandise or yourself. Take it."
[17:13] <Ebiris> "Ahh, now we see the violence inherent in the system!" Oswald proclaims triumphantly. "You dress it up in fancy words, but when you get right down to it, you're no better, are you?"
[17:13] <Amonet> roll 1d20+6
[17:13] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+6 and gets 22." [1d20=16]
[17:13] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+mystery
[17:13] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+mystery and gets Error: Numeric values only." [1d20=18]
[17:13] <Amonet> "I'm better than those who kill without distinction, blinded by all but their cause!"
[17:15] <Ebiris> The little gnome doesn't seem at all cowed. "If that's what helps you sleep at night, girly," he sneers.
[17:16] <Amonet> "It does," she affirms. "Are you coming peacefully?"
[17:16] <Eagan> "Look..
[17:17] <Eagan> "I really don't want this to come to a fight, but I will, if that's the way you both are going to take it."
[17:17] * Eagan pulls out his Morningstar..
[17:17] <Eagan> roll d20+1 for intimidate aid
[17:17] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+1 for intimidate aid and gets 17." [d20=16]
[17:21] <Ebiris> "I've got a better idea," Oswald replies as the panel on the front of his counter slides away, bearing a rune on the front which flares with magical light!
[17:21] <Ebiris> OOC: fort saves
[17:21] <Amonet> roll 1d20+15
[17:21] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+15 and gets 18." [1d20=3]
[17:22] <Eagan> roll d20+6
[17:22] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+6 and gets 7." [d20=1]
[17:23] <Ebiris> As soon as their eyes catch sight of the rune, both Amonet and Eagan are wracked with agony, pain lancing through every fibre of their beings like never felt before!
[17:23] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[17:23] <Eagan> roll d20+4
[17:23] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+4 and gets 5." [d20=1]
[17:23] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[17:23] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 14." [1d20=14]
[17:23] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8
[17:23] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 and gets 13." [1d20=5]
[17:24] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[17:24] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 6." [1d20=1]
[17:25] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet, he's behind a counter but since you have reach...
[17:27] <Amonet> At the sneak attack upon her Amonet's resolve firms, as is her knowledge of the path she must take! Marjorie unslung, she strikes at the gnome, the lance glowing with holy energy!
[17:27] <Amonet> roll 1d20+14
[17:27] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+14 and gets 15." [1d20=1]
[17:28] <Ebiris> OOC: critfail check
[17:28] <Amonet> roll 1d20+14
[17:28] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+14 and gets 26." [1d20=12]
[17:28] <Ebiris> Arms seizing up with pain, Amonet can't strike to best effect, Marjorie only managing to plough a path through the wooden counter and miss her true target!
[17:30] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+13
[17:30] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+13 and gets 21." [1d20=8]
[17:31] <Ebiris> Casting a spell while keeping his guard up, Oswald suddenly vanishes from sight!
[17:31] <Ebiris> OOC: listen checks
[17:31] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[17:31] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 9." [1d20=4]
[17:31] <Eagan> roll d20+3
[17:31] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+3 and gets 17." [d20=14]
[17:31] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Eagan
[17:33] * Eagan summons forth a Celestial Lion to his side!
[17:33] <Ebiris> The lion appears!
[17:33] <Ebiris> OOC: fort save for the lion
[17:34] <Eagan> roll d20+6
[17:34] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+6 and gets 19." [d20=13]
[17:34] <Ebiris> And promptly roars in pain, but still seems ready to follow Eagan's commands.
[17:35] <Eagan> "Find him!"
[17:35] <Eagan> roll d20+5
[17:35] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+5 and gets 14." [d20=9]
[17:35] <Eagan> OOC: Listen check.
[17:36] <Ebiris> The lion listens... and mostly hears itself roaring in pain.
[17:38] <Eagan> "Don't let him out!"
[17:38] * Eagan sends the Lion to guard the exit.
[17:39] <Ebiris> The lion limps over to the door, looking and sounding most unhappy.
[17:39] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:39] <Amonet> "Horus-Re!" Amonet prays urgently, calling out to her god loudly while clutching a hand around her holy symbol. "Please guide us through these dark moments! Please help us stop the would-be murderer of children, prevent the tragedy from ever occuring! Don't allow him to walk free, I beseech thee!"
[17:39] <Amonet> OOC: Nobility for +2 on all the fun stuff
[17:45] <Ebiris> From the back of the room, a spell is heard being cast, before a lightning bolt lances forth, careening through Amonet, Eagan, and the lion before crashing into the wall next to the door!
[17:45] <Ebiris> OOC: reflex saves, all
[17:45] <Eagan> roll d20
[17:45] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20 and gets 17." [d20=17]
[17:46] <Eagan> roll d20+3 (lion)
[17:46] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls d20+3 (lion) and gets 14." [d20=11]
[17:47] <Amonet> roll 1d20+9
[17:47] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+9 and gets 13." [1d20=4]
[17:48] <Ebiris> roll 10d6
[17:48] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 10d6 and gets 31." [10d6=4, 4, 1, 6, 2, 2, 5, 4, 1, 2]
[17:48] <Ebiris> roll 1.5*31
[17:48] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1.5*31 and gets 46.5."
[17:51] <Ebiris> Like the thunder of an angry god, the lightning bolt tears through Amonet, her celestial heritage and divine blessings all that keep her up, while Eagan is struck down, his flesh charred and burnt horrifically by the assault! The lion only manages an indignant roar before it is sent back to the celestial realms!
[17:52] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[17:53] <Alveria> roll 1d20+11 init
[17:53] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+11 init and gets 31." [1d20=20]
[17:54] <Alveria> Kicking open the door and spotting the wizard, Alveria doesn't waste time- "Grab him, Amonet, he's unarmed!" She fires a blast of fire at him, followed up by a sprinkling of golden light!
[17:54] <Alveria> OOC: Channeled Pyroburst into Glitterdust~
[17:54] <Alveria> roll 1d6+6 pyroburst
[17:54] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+6 pyroburst and gets 10." [1d6=4]
[17:54] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5 glitterdust
[17:54] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+5 glitterdust and gets 7." [1d6=2]
[17:54] <Ebiris> OOC: dude.
[17:54] <Ebiris> OOC: Not your turn.
[17:54] <Alveria> OOC: Oh. I thought I was first, but ok.
[17:54] <Alveria> OOC: sry
[17:54] <Ebiris> OOC: After this round.
[17:55] <Alveria> OOC: BUT
[17:55] <Alveria> OOC: Can I shout, at least?
[17:56] <Ebiris> OOC: Sure, it's a free action.
[17:56] * Amonet calls upon her training, channeling divine power through herself and coming to kneel next to Eagan, the holy energies going through her and into the fallen cleric. "I can't see him!" she calls back. "It's very hard to grab someone invisible!"
[17:56] <Alveria> OOC: nm.
[17:57] <Ebiris> Eagan feels himself restored by the mercy of Horus Re. Take that, Torm!
[18:01] <Ebiris> "That melodious voice... even the Queen of Evermeet turns on me?" Oswald laments. "Bah, you can all die, then!" he cries, firing off a pair of fiery rays, one for Amonet and one for Eagan, before moving again, closer to the door.
[18:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 Amonet
[18:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 Amonet and gets 12." [1d20=4]
[18:01] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 Eagan
[18:01] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 Eagan and gets 19." [1d20=11]
[18:01] <Ebiris> OOC: touch ACs?
[18:02] <Eagan> OOC: 10, I think. 0 dex mod.
[18:02] <Ebiris> roll 4d6 Amonet
[18:02] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 4d6 Amonet and gets 17." [4d6=4, 3, 6, 4]
[18:03] <Ebiris> roll 4d6 Eagan
[18:03] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 4d6 Eagan and gets 16." [4d6=6, 1, 4, 5]
[18:03] <Ebiris> Amonet's shield glows red hot as it absorbs the blast, but Eagan has no such protection as he's assailed most viciously, fireburns to match his electrical ones!
[18:03] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Eagan
[18:04] <Amonet> "Can you see him? Can you break through his base illusion?" Amonet calls out to Eagan.
[18:04] <Alveria> "Heal yourselves, you nits! I'll deal with him."
[18:05] * Eagan casts a healing spell on himself, using his Domain; CSW!
[18:06] <Eagan> roll 3d8+9
[18:06] * Hatbot --> "Eagan rolls 3d8+9 and gets 21." [3d8=4, 1, 7]
[18:06] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[18:07] <Alveria> Alveria peers through the door, and a flurry of magic streams towards the unwitting gnome! Golden sparkles light him up, and fire.. also lights him up!
[18:07] <Alveria> OOC: Aham. Reflex 21, Will 17.
[18:07] <Alveria> roll 1d6+6 pyro
[18:07] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+6 pyro and gets 7." [1d6=1]
[18:07] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5 glitter
[18:07] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+5 glitter and gets 10." [1d6=5]
[18:07] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6 reflex
[18:07] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 reflex and gets 7." [1d20=1]
[18:07] <Alveria> "Puk'Lor! Get him!"
[18:07] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6 will
[18:07] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 will and gets 13." [1d20=7]
[18:08] <Alveria> roll 7d6 for damages
[18:08] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 7d6 for damages and gets 21." [7d6=4, 2, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3]
[18:08] <Alveria> roll 7d4 for damages
[18:08] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 7d4 for damages and gets 16." [7d4=3, 3, 1, 1, 2, 3, 3]
[18:08] <Ebiris> OOC: also, I forgot, fort save, Alvie
[18:09] <Alveria> roll 1d20+5 oops
[18:09] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+5 oops and gets 25." [1d20=20]
[18:09] <Ebiris> "Ack!" Oswald cries as he's burnt and lit up by sparkling glittery motes! "The fire, it burns!"
[18:09] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7 Puk'lor init
[18:09] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 Puk'lor init and gets 11." [1d20=4]
[18:10] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Amonet
[18:11] <Amonet> The villain is now outlined, and her options have become even simpler! Biting her teeth against the pain from electrocution and dark magicks, she charges him, a spell of strength settling around her form!
[18:11] <Amonet> roll 1d20+12
[18:11] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+12 and gets 20." [1d20=8]
[18:11] <Ebiris> OOC: hit
[18:12] <Amonet> roll 2d8+16
[18:12] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 2d8+16 and gets 21." [2d8=4, 1]
[18:12] <Amonet> OOC: +4 from nobility for 25
[18:16] <Ebiris> Amonet's lance rips right through poor Oswald, who cries out in pain as his invisible blood is shed most copiously! "You lowlives better not steal anything, because I'll be back!" he promises as he casts a spell.
[18:16] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+13
[18:16] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+13 and gets 25." [1d20=12]
[18:16] <Ebiris> And suddenly vanishes!
[18:19] <Amonet> roll 1d8+2
[18:19] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d8+2 and gets 5." [1d8=3]

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 17, 2007, 02:22:24 PM

[16:26] <Ebiris> Gourash and Keylin soon reach the rubble of the city hall, already being sifted through by a few other people, none of whom protest their joining in. "Hey, you're the guy that killed that horrible angel, aren't you?" one greets the half-orc jovially as he struggles to shift aside a fallen timber beam. "Good on you, mate!"
[16:28] * Gourash grins back. "She run fast, but not fast enough," He returned to the man as he approached, casually helping the man with the timber beam.
[16:29] <Ebiris> "Ooohf, thanks!" he grins as Gourash's help shifts the beam aside easily. "You looking for loot down here as well? I heard some guy found a magic axe earlier in the morning - no telling what goodies are in this mess."
[16:29] * Keylin raises an eyebrow at the mention of loot. "Anything I can help with? I'm afraid I don't have the muscles my friend does, but I'd be happy to help with what i can."
[16:31] <Ebiris> "It's pretty much every man for himself," he admits, wiping some sweat from his brow. "Just see what you can shove aside or... well, you're pretty skinny, so you might be able to get through some of the gaps?" he suggests to Keylin.
[16:31] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Gourash
[16:31] <Gourash> roll 1d20+3
[16:31] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+3 and gets 22." [1d20=19]
[16:32] <Ebiris> OOC: you passed, which means you feel some sort of 'ping'
[16:33] * Gourash looks around suddenly, "Something cast spell..."
[16:35] * Keylin frowns and looks around as well, searching for anything suspicious or just magicky in nature or something.
[16:35] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check
[16:35] <Keylin> roll 1d20+13
[16:35] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+13 and gets 14." [1d20=1]
[16:35] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[16:35] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 4." [1d20=3]
[16:35] <Gourash> OOC: WE're BLIIIND
[16:35] <Keylin> ooc: me specially! damn 1!
[16:35] <Ebiris> Nope, nothing happening here.
[16:36] <Ebiris> "Spell? Wazzat?" the man Gourash just helped asks, looking around.
[16:36] <Keylin> "I don't see anything suspicious," Keylin comments, though still on guard.
[16:38] <Gourash> "I felt something," Gourash was certain, having been hit with a fair number of them.
[16:39] <Gourash> "Maybe one of them is around?" He referenced the gith.
[16:39] * Keylin nods. "I believe you, I just don't see anything, unfortunately."
[16:39] <Ebiris> "One of what is around?" the man asks, backing away a bit worriedly.
[16:41] * Gourash shrugged. "A mage," He misled. "Or maybe something down here... We need to find, the room they put all the papers in." Gourash asked.
[16:42] <Ebiris> "No one's dug that far, yet," the man shakes his head. "Say, this doesn't mean things are gonna get all splattery like they did yesterday, right?" he asks nervously.
[16:42] <Keylin> "I just hope it's not one of Alvie's 'favorite' playmates," Keylin comments with a sigh, thinking of the Gith.
[16:43] <Ebiris> OOC: will save, Keylin
[16:43] <Keylin> roll 1d20+6
[16:43] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+6 and gets 26." [1d20=20]
[16:43] <Keylin> ooc: woot
[16:44] <Ebiris> OOC: you passed, so again with the pinging
[16:44] <Keylin> "...okay, -I- felt something this time," Keylin frowns, and looks around again,
[16:44] <Ebiris> OOC: spot checks
[16:45] <Keylin> roll 1d20+13
[16:45] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+13 and gets 23." [1d20=10]
[16:46] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1
[16:46] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 and gets 19." [1d20=18]
[16:46] <Ebiris> Again, nothing suspicious jumps out at the pair.
[16:47] * Gourash growls in irritation. "Whoever you are, come out..."
[16:50] <Ebiris> No one responds to Gourash's invitation, sadly...
[16:50] * Keylin scowls and shakes her head. "Doesn't look like our friend wants to be found just yet." She switches tactics and speaks in orcish, "Keep an eye on our new friend, he might be the next getting hit by the spell we were targetted with."
[16:52] * Gourash nods, "Sensible...unless it is Alvie's friends," he responded in orcish.
[16:52] <Ebiris> "What's with all the mumbo jumbo?" your new friend asks in common, blinking in confusion.
[16:53] <Gourash> "Someone casting spells around here...At us," Gourash explained.
[16:53] <Ebiris> "Uh... maybe it's best if we split up in that case, yeah," he nods after a moment, backing away from the pair and looking around fearfully.
[16:53] <Keylin> "Unfortunately, we can't tell where from, or what spell, either," Keylin replies as well, a scowl on her face.
[16:55] <Gourash> "Too bad the mages are all fighting," He growled.
[16:58] * Gourash looks around. "We either keep digging or we go find them and see... I no feel like having one of them in my mind again."
[17:00] <Keylin> "Agreed. Think we should warn the others first, or just try to take care of the problem now ourselves?"
[17:01] * Gourash shrugs. "I don't see where it is coming from... Let's go find them." He growled, more irritated at it all as he stalked off to find them.
[17:04] * Keylin nods as she follows alongside him, keeping an eye out particularly for any people trying to look inconspicuous or dressed in robes.
[17:04] <Ebiris> OOC: spot check, Keylin
[17:07] <Keylin> roll 1d20+13
[17:07] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+13 and gets 14." [1d20=1]
[17:09] <Ebiris> Keylin does spot a somewhat shifty character at the edge of one of the alleyways running just off the town square, rolling something around in his hands as he sneers at anyone walking by. There's also a pair dressed in black robes walking down the street away from you... or staggering, more likely, as they lean drunkenly on one another.
[17:11] * Keylin frowns. A pair of drunks and a drug addict? That's the worse she can spot? She must be going rusty or something.
[17:12] * Gourash keeps his eyes open for the mages.
[17:12] <Ebiris> Making their way back to the ruined temple of Sune, Keylin and Gourash find that their companions have all gone - according to Heartkeeper Lucas, something about punishing a gnome.
[17:12] * Gourash shrugs. "You know where the gnome lives?" He asked Keylin.
[17:13] <Keylin> "No clue, I never even met him."
[17:14] * Gourash asks Heartkeeper Lucas, "Know where Gnome alchemist lives?"
[17:14] <Ebiris> "Oh, he has a shop near the town square," the cleric nods, giving you directions.
[17:15] * Gourash nods. "Thanks," He heads off towards there.
[17:15] <Ebiris> OOC: I'll pause you guys for a bit, here, since you're ahead of events in #dunes
[17:17] <Gourash> OOC: *Nods*
[17:36] <Ebiris> -----------
[17:37] <Ebiris> Loitering outside the shop after Amonet and Eagan went inside, Alveria and Puk'lor can hear sounds of violence, as well as a rather pained sounding big cat coming from within!
[17:38] <Alveria> "I bet she didn't grab him first," mutters Alveria, sounding pained. "There's a back room. I'm going to teleport in there. Can you stick in front of the door?"
[17:39] <Ebiris> "By all means," Puk'lor nods sollemnly.
[17:39] * Alveria mutters to herself and vanishes from sight. And shortly after that, she apports herself to the gnome's back-room...
[17:41] <Ebiris> Alveria finds herself in a room. It is very dark.
[17:41] <Alveria> OOC: No light at *all*?
[17:42] <Ebiris> There is a tiny sliver of light coming from what could be the bottom of a door. She can hear a lion from that direction as well.
[17:42] <Alveria> OOC: Dibs on low-light vision, is there anything in the room?
[17:43] <Ebiris> Alveria can see better than most could in such a situation! There is what looks to be an alchemist's lab in the centre of the room, and a set of stairs leading down into the ground.
[17:45] <Alveria> Alveria creeps towards the door, standing to one side of it for now and casting See Invisibility.
[17:47] <Alveria> *and peering through the gap.
[17:47] <Ebiris> OOC: you'd have to get prone to do that - it's a tiny little gap under the door.
[17:47] <Alveria> OOC: Ah, I thoguht it might be in the side. Never mind- I'll just open it next turn.
[17:48] <Alveria> OOC: Actually, can I open it a crack this turn and peer through?
[17:52] <Ebiris> Opening the door slightly, Alveria sees Oswald Firestarter loosing off a terrific lightning bolt through Amonet, Eagan, and a lion, dropping the latter two in an instant before he darts off to the side of his shop!
[17:53] <Alveria> OOC: Let me know when I can act
[17:53] <Ebiris> OOC: roll init to join in #dunes
[17:53] <Ebiris> OOC: you'll join next round
[17:54] <Ebiris> --------
[18:04] <Ebiris> Making their way towards the alchemist's shop, Keylin and Gourash can see Puk'lor loitering outside the circus-tent-like building.
[18:07] * Gourash waves as he approaches. "There you guys are. What going on in there?"
[18:15] <Ebiris> "Amonet and Eagan are fighting the gnome. Alveria teleported in to..." Puk'lor cuts himself off as Alveria is heard yelling for him to get the gnome. "Excuse me," he then turns his attention to the door.
[18:17] * Gourash looks bemusedly upon the scene, not quite sure what to expect but not really believing that the four of them couldn't handle one gnome.
[18:18] <Ebiris> Inside, Gourash can see Eagan and Amonet both looking rather charred and brutalised, and no sign of the gnome.
[18:19] * Gourash stares with a raised eyebrow. "We at the right place?" He asks Keylin, stepping inside.
[18:25] <Keylin> "Well, we have Eagan and Amonet looking like crap. I'd say we are," Keylin says, looking inside with surprise at the sight.

Title: Adventure 7: Tell My Wife, "Hello"
Post by: Ebiris on June 24, 2007, 01:45:30 PM

[15:09] <Ebiris> Within the alchemist's shop, Eagan and Amonet continue to be wracked with agonising phantom pains on top of their all too real wounds, thanks to the symbol that Oswald uncovered just prior to hostilities. Alveria seems blissfully unaffected, while Keylin, Gourash, and Puk'lor linger outside, not having participated in the tense confrontation!
[15:11] <Alveria> roll 1d20+19 spellcraft
[15:11] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+19 spellcraft and gets 34." [1d20=15]
[15:12] * Alveria tells everyone there is an evil spell around and to vacate the area, only in not so many words, before following her own advice and heading outside.
[15:13] * Amonet follows, her gait pained.
[15:13] <Ebiris> Puk'lor is happy to wait outside. "I presume things did not go as planned?" he asks as the trio emerge.
[15:13] <Ebiris> roll 3d8+5
[15:13] <Gourash> Eagan groaned in pain and fled the horrid shop of painage.
[15:13] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 3d8+5 and gets 14." [3d8=2, 6, 1]
[15:14] * Gourash steps back, having no desire to get caught in spells. "More important worries... Gith casting spells at us, I think."
[15:15] <Amonet> roll 4d8+4
[15:15] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 4d8+4 and gets 18." [4d8=2, 3, 6, 3]
[15:15] <Ebiris> roll 1d4+3
[15:15] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d4+3 and gets 7." [1d4=4]
[15:16] * Amonet glows with divine vigor once more, groaning. "Giving evil a chance to surrender, perhaps the wrong move after all...."
[15:17] * Gourash eyes the shop and then amonet and Gourash. "Perhaps it was more a strategic error to attack someone in their own home."
[15:17] <Gourash> *Eagan not second Gourash
[15:17] <Ebiris> "The right thing isn't always the easy thing," Marjorie notes mournfully. "But what's this about Gith?"
[15:18] <Amonet> "It sounds logical, I felt a spell being cast upon me as well, and noticed no one around," Amonet responds.
[15:19] * Gourash nods. "Gith been casting them all day."
[15:20] <Amonet> "As much as I hate to leave this open, getting this city involved with a gith attack while it is wrecked so appeals far less," Amonet admits. "We should find the portal and leave. We can always return later."
[15:20] <Ebiris> OOC: spot checks, everyone
[15:21] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5
[15:21] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 and gets 10." [1d20=5]
[15:21] <Ebiris> OOC: remember the -4 penalties for Eagan and Amonet
[15:21] <Alveria> roll 1d20+3
[15:21] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+3 and gets 19." [1d20=16]
[15:21] <Keylin> roll 1d20+13
[15:21] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+13 and gets 25." [1d20=12]
[15:22] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1 SPOT OF LEGEND
[15:22] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 SPOT OF LEGEND and gets 4." [1d20=3]
[15:22] <Gourash> roll 1d20+7 Spot of Eagan
[15:22] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+7 Spot of Eagan and gets 27." [1d20=20]
[15:23] -> *Keylin* As you all converse, you can see eight identical gnomes flying up overhead from behind the shop. They look rather pissed.
[15:23] -> *Amonet* As you all converse, Alveria can see eight identical gnomes flying up overhead from behind the shop. They look rather pissed.
[15:23] -> *Gourash* As you all converse, Eagan can see eight identical gnomes flying up overhead from behind the shop. They look rather pissed.
[15:25] * Alveria mentions that pissed off gnomes are flying in the skies.
[15:25] <Keylin> "We have company of the small and rabid kind. Icomming gnome attack!" Keylin informs the others in a most serious voice.
[15:25] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[15:25] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7 Puk'lor
[15:25] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 Puk'lor and gets 11." [1d20=4]
[15:25] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1 Gourash
[15:25] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 Gourash and gets 15." [1d20=14]
[15:25] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+8 Oswald
[15:26] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+8 Oswald and gets 17." [1d20=9]
[15:26] <Gourash> roll 1d20+4 Eagan
[15:26] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+4 Eagan and gets 10." [1d20=6]
[15:26] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[15:26] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 4." [1d20=4]
[15:26] <Alveria> roll 1d20+10 nerveskitter
[15:26] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d20+10 nerveskitter and gets 23." [1d20=13]
[15:26] <Keylin> roll 1d20+4
[15:26] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+4 and gets 15." [1d20=11]
[15:30] <Alveria> Where there are eight gnomes, there will soon be three! Hopefully!
[15:30] <Alveria> roll 1d6+5 magic missile
[15:30] * Hatbot --> "Alveria rolls 1d6+5 magic missile and gets 11." [1d6=6]
[15:31] * Amonet sends a missile each at gnomes one through five!
[15:31] <Amonet> OOC: Err, Alveria >_>
[15:31] <Ebiris> OOC: roll 1d8 and so on till you run out of missiles. 1 is gnome.
[15:34] <Ebiris> OOC: roll 1d100, actually
[15:38] <Ebiris> OOC: screw it, we'll go with the d8s
[15:38] <Ebiris> roll 1d8
[15:38] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d8 and gets 6." [1d8=6]
[15:38] <Ebiris> roll 1d8
[15:38] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d8 and gets 6." [1d8=6]
[15:38] <Ebiris> roll 1d8
[15:38] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d8 and gets 4." [1d8=4]
[15:38] <Ebiris> roll 1d8
[15:38] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d8 and gets 3." [1d8=3]
[15:38] <Ebiris> roll 1d8
[15:38] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d8 and gets 2." [1d8=2]
[15:38] <Gourash> OOC: ALMOST @_@
[15:40] <Ebiris> A flurry of missiles shoot forth from Alveria's fingertips, causing five of the gnomes to vanish as they are struck! The trio remaining look unimpressed. "Magic missile?" he sneers, "I expected better from the Queen of Evermeet. Let me show you a real spell!" So declaring, he gestures down at Alveria, arcane words spilling forth from his lips!
[15:40] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+6 Alvie's will save
[15:40] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+6 Alvie's will save and gets 22." [1d20=16]
[15:41] <Ebiris> The elf momentarily goes pale, but swiftly shrugs off whatever dark powers the gnome conjured forth!
[15:41] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Gourash and Keylin
[15:43] * Keylin pulls out her bow as she moves around, keeping an arrow trained on the middle gnome of the group remaining, before firing after finding what looks to be the best spot to target in that gnome.
[15:44] <Keylin> roll 1d20+10
[15:44] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d20+10 and gets 27." [1d20=17]
[15:44] <Ebiris> OOC: roll 1d3
[15:44] <Keylin> roll 1d3
[15:44] * Hatbot --> "Keylin rolls 1d3 and gets 3." [1d3=3]
[15:44] <Ebiris> Keylin's arrow goes right through the middle gnome, who winks out of existence, leaving just a pair of them left!
[15:46] * Gourash shakes a fist at the gnome and grabs the broom to head up there.
[15:48] * Gourash flat out rams into as many gnomes as he can reach!
[15:48] <Ebiris> The broom isn't the most fast or maneuverable thing in the world - Gourash reaches a bit past the roof of the nearby shop as he flies upwards, the gnome still much higher and out of reach.
[15:49] <Ebiris> Puk'lor moves a hand towards his karach blade, but then glances to Alveria and halts the motion, not doing anything at the moment.
[15:49] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Eagan
[15:52] <Gourash> Eagan raises a hand, praising Torm as searing light strikes forth from it towards a gnome.
[15:52] <Gourash> roll 1d20+4 ranged touch attack
[15:52] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+4 ranged touch attack and gets 16." [1d20=12]
[15:52] <Gourash> roll 1d2 ? mirror image
[15:52] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d2 ? mirror image and gets 1." [1d2=1]
[15:53] <Ebiris> OOC: hits
[15:54] <Gourash> roll 4d8 ow, the sun!
[15:54] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 4d8 ow, the sun! and gets 25." [4d8=7, 8, 6, 4]
[15:54] <Ebiris> "Owww!" Oswald yelps as he's struck by the light, the image by his side mirroring the movement even though it remains untouched. "Curse you, vile fiends!" he shakes a fist down at the party.
[15:54] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet... once she gets here.
[15:56] <Ebiris> OOC: Amonet holds until after Alvie
[15:57] <Mokou> *Alveria goes for a rod, twirling it for a moment and then pointing at the wretched gnome's injured half! "They're overrated," she remarks, spewing forth blasts of flame!
[15:57] <Mokou> OOC: I is using SEARING SPELL, it negates the fire resistence
[15:57] <Mokou> OOC: Also I is using scorching ray. A moment.
[15:59] <Mokou> roll 1d6+6
[15:59] * Hatbot --> "Mokou rolls 1d6+6 and gets 11." [1d6=5]
[15:59] <Mokou> OOC: Glorious day!
[15:59] <Mokou> roll 1d20+6
[15:59] <Mokou> roll 1d20+6
[15:59] <Mokou> roll 1d20+6
[15:59] * Hatbot --> "Mokou rolls 1d20+6 and gets 19." [1d20=13]
[15:59] * Hatbot --> "Mokou rolls 1d20+6 and gets 25." [1d20=19]
[15:59] * Hatbot --> "Mokou rolls 1d20+6 and gets 10." [1d20=4]
[15:59] <Ebiris> OOC: 2 hit
[15:59] <Mokou> roll (8d6)*1.5
[15:59] * Hatbot --> "Mokou rolls (8d6)*1.5 and gets 48." [8d6=5, 5, 4, 6, 3, 3, 4, 2]
[16:02] <Ebiris> Shooting forth a trio of searing hot jets of flame, Alveria sees two of them strike their target, blasting right through the gnome's chest and continuing their blazing trajectory into the sky! Oswald hangs motionless in the air for but a moment, before his lifeless body plummets like a stone, striking the ground with a sickly wet splat and spreading his remains over the street.
[16:04] <Keylin> "That's the most disgusting death I have ever seen."
[16:04] * Gourash flies back down and lands, grunting. "That gave you guys how much trouble?" He eyed Amonet and Eagan, shaking his head. "Now we worry about bigger problem."
[16:05] <Ebiris> Smells a bit like someone had a barbecue. A few people are peering curiously out their windows now that the battle seems to be over, but those on the street are giving the area a wide berth, some seen turning around and fleeing the scene.
[16:09] <Ebiris> "I've seen worse," Marjorie mutters in response to Keylin's comment.
[16:10] <Gourash> Eagan takes his moment of petty vengeance to kick the gnome and make sure he is quite dead. Kill him would he.
[16:10] <Ebiris> Oh, he's quite dead. And seperated into various constituent parts!
[16:13] <Gourash> Gourash turned to Alveria. "So...what about the gith?"
[16:14] <Gourash> Eagan loots for the party in the background >_>; whistle.
[16:16] <Ebiris> As Eagan picks up a shiny blue cloth-sack that was tied to the gnome's belt, a glyph on it suddenly flares to life before a horrifically deformed bison appears beside him, mooing in fury!
[16:16] <Ebiris> OOC: init
[16:16] <Ebiris> roll 1d20 anarchic bison
[16:16] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20 anarchic bison and gets 10." [1d20=10]
[16:16] <Gourash> OOC: ;_; heh
[16:16] <Gourash> roll 1d20+4 Eagan
[16:16] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+4 Eagan and gets 9." [1d20=5]
[16:16] <Gourash> OOC: Whole party or just eagan?
[16:16] <Ebiris> OOC: Depends whether the party wants to help him. You could assume he can handle it himself, I guess.
[16:16] <Gourash> roll 1d20+1 gourash
[16:16] * Hatbot --> "Gourash rolls 1d20+1 gourash and gets 8." [1d20=7]
[16:18] * Amonet will of course support their cleric, even if he was looting deformed corpses before they had a chance to cool off!
[16:19] <Amonet> roll 1d20
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20 and gets 3." [1d20=3]
[16:19] <Amonet> roll 1d20+5 Alvie
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+5 Alvie and gets 20." [1d20=15]
[16:19] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+7 Monk
[16:19] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+7 Monk and gets 16." [1d20=9]
[16:20] <Ebiris> OOC: Go Alvie
[16:24] <Amonet> Alveria sets the bison on fire!
[16:25] <Amonet> roll 1d6+5
[16:25] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d6+5 and gets 8." [1d6=3]
[16:27] <Amonet> roll 1d20+4 ray1
[16:27] <Amonet> roll 1d20+4 ray2
[16:27] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+4 ray1 and gets 23." [1d20=19]
[16:27] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+4 ray2 and gets 24." [1d20=20]
[16:27] <Amonet> roll 1d20+4 ray2 crit?
[16:27] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+4 ray2 crit? and gets 8." [1d20=4]
[16:27] <Ebiris> OOC: 2 hits
[16:28] <Ebiris> OOC: Well, SR check first
[16:28] <Amonet> roll 1d20+8
[16:28] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+8 and gets 27." [1d20=19]
[16:28] <Ebiris> OOC: hits
[16:28] <Amonet> roll 8d6 burn~
[16:28] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 8d6 burn~ and gets 21." [8d6=4, 4, 1, 2, 6, 2, 1, 1]
[16:29] <Ebiris> The bison moos in pain, both the beady eyes stuck on one side of its head looking to Amonet in rage while it flutters a pair of deformed vestigial wings on its back in impotent fury! This allows Puk'lor to blindside it as he leaps over with a flying kick to the side of its head which has no eyes!
[16:29] <Ebiris> roll 1d20+15
[16:29] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d20+15 and gets 28." [1d20=13]
[16:30] <Ebiris> roll 1d10+2
[16:30] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d10+2 and gets 10." [1d10=8]
[16:31] <Ebiris> Said kick is good enough to snap its neck, causing the creature to slimp and vanish back to where it came from! Which is probably where the party is headed shortly, all things considered...
[16:31] <Ebiris> slump*
[16:33] <Gourash> Eagan shook his head, "Thanks..." He offered to Puk'lor.
[16:33] <Ebiris> The monk nods sollemnly in reply. "Think nothing of it. What did you do to provoke the beast?"
[16:35] <Gourash> "Magical guard for the gnome's things," He acknowledged.
[16:36] <Ebiris> "Speaking of..." Puk'lor looks down at the shiny blue bag Eagan holds and then back at the shop, "What are you going to do with his belongings?"
[16:37] <Amonet> "His next of kin is welcome to them," Amonet says with a shrug.
[16:37] <Gourash> "Not sure... figured we'd take and dispose of them," Eagan remarked, but shrugs, not arguing with Amonet on it. "You want to leave the bombs here after that?"
[16:38] <Amonet> "The bombs, we'll safely dispose of, if we can."
[16:40] <Mokou> *"I've got a better idea. Let's *go away* and start working on that portal that's *away from here*," grumps Alveria. "Might I remind you all that time is of the essence?"
[16:41] * Gourash nods in agreement with her. "Too many spells getting cast at us. Let's go after them already," his voice irritated slightly.
[16:42] * Amonet nods.
[16:44] <Amonet> As Alveria leaves for city hall's ruins, Amonet follows her, guarding the witch.
[16:45] <Ebiris> And so the group head off, finding the ruins much as Keylin and Gourash left them, with a dozen or so people still sifting through the debris in search of profit or (maybe) survivors.
[16:46] * Amonet is fairly certain there are no survivors to be found, having already searched the area previously. Instead, she describes to the others where the archives were positioned relatively to them.
[16:46] * Gourash heads over lending his great strength to clearing that area.
[16:49] <Ebiris> With Gourash clearing the way, it doesn't take too long to expose the stairs leading down into the hall of records. Past the first ten feet or so, it's actually somewhat clear, letting the party descend with little trouble.
[16:49] <Ebiris> Reaching the basement proper, they can see the immense hall stretching before them, a labyrinth of filing cabinets occupying the whole area. Some have tipped over since Amonet was last here, with collapsed sections of the ceiling blocking off other areas, while ruptured pipes and girders occassionally pierce both the ceiling and floor.
[16:50] <Amonet> Marjorie illuminating the premises, Amonet calls out, "Digby, are you alright?"
[16:50] * Gourash looks around the devastated room, almost as if expecting some obvious portal.
[16:51] <Keylin> "Who's Digby?" Keylin asks, not recognizing the name. "Someone you met last time you were here?"
[16:51] <Amonet> Alveria mutters to herself, grumpier than ever, and for a change mirrors Gourash's behavior.
[16:51] <Ebiris> "You go away!" a shrill voice squeals from somewhere in the maze, its location hard to guage from how it echoes in this room. "Digy have *big* mess to clean up! Come back tomorrow!"
[16:52] <Amonet> "A blue goblin. He was very grumpy, but he knew the area very well," Amonet responds, before calling out to him, "Any way we could help?"
[16:52] <Ebiris> A few of the fallen filing cabinets and rubble do create bound areas where a portal could conceivably exist, but none are advertising their presence. "Go away! Somebody gonna get in big trouble for this, but Digby have enough to worry about!" the unseen goblin calls back.
[16:53] <Amonet> "Somebody already got in trouble," Amonet mutters, before shaking her head. "You can make us leave faster if you tell us about the portal that is here!"
[16:54] <Ebiris> "What portal? No portal here, just files... You no touch files! Digby know if you do, then Digby get mad!" the irritable goblin screeches.
[16:54] <Amonet> "Are there files on portals?"
[16:56] <Ebiris> "Of course, but you no touch them! Stupid big peoples just make mess - nobody understand files like Digby," he laments. "How you even get in here again? Digby lock door after you give key and go away, last time!"
[16:57] <Amonet> "We came through the ceiling," she says apologetically. "It sort of collapsed. With the building."
[16:58] <Ebiris> "Hmph. Think if no building then people would stop coming and bothering Digby," the goblin huffs, coming into view as he scurries along the top of the filing cabinets, approaching the party. "But still stupids peoples come. If you no got something to file then you should just get out!"
[16:59] <Ebiris> "Didn't that priest say you could find the portal just by looking for conjuration magic?" Marjorie whispers quietly. "Let's just leave him alone and look ourselves."
[17:00] <Gourash> Eagan interruped, "I have something to file." He quickly jotted up out of view of the goblin. "Could you file this?" Hands him a paper listed "Positions of portals near Xaos" detailing several made up portal spots.
[17:02] <Ebiris> Digby reaches over a scrawny limb to snatch up the paper, briefly looking over it before rolling it up and stuffing it down his pants. "Sure, Digby file it with all the rest. Now you go?"
[17:02] * Amonet shakes her head. "We still want to use the portal. That means we'll go far, far away, farther than the next city. Would that not be worth a moment of your time?" she asks. "After all, we can just search for it outselves, however long it takes. Even if it's days, or weeks."
[17:04] <Ebiris> "What Digby look like, a tour guide?!" he screeches indignantly. "Digby not know about portals! All Digby knows about is files, and that all Digby wants to know! Now Digby gots to clean big mess but no, you peoples gots to distract him - What, you think your stupid portal is more important than anything Digby's doing, is that it?" The little blue goblin hops up and down indignantly, making the filing cabinet wobble below him.
[17:05] <Amonet> Alveria wonders off, muttering to herself and detecting magic of all shapes and sizes.
[17:06] <Ebiris> Alveria happens to sense magic about forty feet away, somewhere behind a wall of filing cabinets so she can't see exactly what's causing it.
[17:07] <Amonet> Alveria waves Amonet over, and after giving the goblin a disappointed glance, the paladin follows.
[17:08] <Ebiris> Digby scurries off into the darkness away from the party with a parting call of "No touch files - Digby find out if you do!"
[17:08] <Amonet> Alveria looks closer at what the magic originates from, Amonet helping her clear anything too heavy out of the way.
[17:09] * Gourash follows to the filing cabinents. " Behind here?"
[17:09] <Ebiris> It takes a few twists and turns before Alveria finds the source, where a pair of filing cabinets have toppled towards each other, forming an inverted V in the middle of the aisle. It's rather strong, too.
[17:09] <Amonet> Alveria points at the empty area only she can pinpoint.
[17:10] <Ebiris> It's about twenty feet away from Alveria at the moment, with the rest of the party behind her.
[17:10] <Amonet> roll 1d20+19 spellcraft
[17:10] * Hatbot --> "Amonet rolls 1d20+19 spellcraft and gets 30." [1d20=11]
[17:10] <Ebiris> Conjuration.
[17:10] <Amonet> Alveria tells everyone it's the right kind of magic. Grumpily.
[17:10] <Ebiris> "Hurray!" Marjorie cheers. Happily.
[17:11] <Amonet> "Any ideas on the key?"
[17:12] * Gourash grunts. "Did we forget to ask?"
[17:13] * Gourash glances at Puk'lor, seeing if he knows.
[17:13] <Ebiris> Puk'lor shrugs. "As the locals have told us, the key is constantly changing as much as the portal's location. It could be a physical object, a phrase, or even a state of mind."
[17:14] <Amonet> Alveria looks around for anything else of magic while she still has her spell on.
[17:14] <Ebiris> Alveria can't sense anything else within her range.
[17:14] <Ebiris> Well, besides the party.
[17:15] <Amonet> "I could ask Nasfreiyin," Amonet suggests hesitantly. "We were told at the temple to Sune that she might know, right?"
[17:16] * Gourash nods. "She might be sensitive to it."
[17:17] <Ebiris> "It is possible. As an Outsider partially composed of raw chaos, she could have an innate connection that would let her discern the portal's nature better than most," Puk'lor agrees. "Alveria may have a similar talent, given what she carries in her mind."
[17:17] <Amonet> Alveria blinks, and asks Puk'Lor to show her his blade again.
[17:18] <Ebiris> Puk'lor dutifully holds up his sword. It's a dark grey colour, and its edge looks rather dull at the moment.
[17:19] <Amonet> "Nothing? Well, then let's go look for her."
[17:21] * Gourash nods. "Another day, another hunting."
[17:21] <Ebiris> It takes a bit over an hour's searching to find the succubus, but she's agreeable to helping the party, and in short order they return to the archives! "This it, here?" she asks, gesturing to the fallen cabinets from a safe (probably) distance of about thirty feet.
[17:22] * Amonet nods. "So it seems. A blank space feeling of conjuration, in a general location we believe the portal should be at."
[17:24] <Ebiris> Nodding silently, Nasfreiyin approaches the assumed portal, her wings folded up neatly behind her to avoid catching on any of the filing cabinets she passes. Stopping just in front of the collapsed cabinets, she puts a hand to her head - you can actually see she has tiny horns thanks to this gesture, as they normally lay hidden underneath her hair. "Yesss..." she murmurs, "I think I'm getting it..."
[17:24] <Ebiris> roll 1d100
[17:24] * Hatbot --> "Ebiris rolls 1d100 and gets 92." [1d100=92]
[17:27] <Ebiris> After a moment, she recoils as if burnt, a pained hiss escaping her lips! "Oh, how wretched!" she whines, hurrying back towards the party. "The key is to think impure thoughts. I'll wish you good luck with that and leave." With a full-body shudder, Nasfreiyin flees back through the maze towards the exit.
[17:27] * Amonet thanks her as she flees, before glancing at the others. "Umm. Do we all have to think them?"
[17:27] <Gourash> "Impure..thoughts?" Gourash blinked, eying the fleeing demoness and then...Amonet.
[17:28] <Ebiris> "Maybe someone can try and open it for the rest of us first, to see if that'd work?" Marjorie asks weakly.
[17:28] * Amonet pats Alveria's shoulder instantly, with just a tad more strength than normally, perhaps.
[17:31] <Amonet> Alveria thinks very impure thoughts about Puk'Lor and his beloved blade.
[17:32] <Ebiris> Alveria feels drawn towards the portal, but there's no visible change.
[17:33] * Gourash steps towards it since Amonet was not rising to the bait..., thinking dark thoughts of Naf as a convenient source of carnal enjoyment.
[17:34] <Amonet> "Anything?" Amonet asks hopefully.
[17:34] <Ebiris> As he starts thinking these thoughts, Gourash can feel a subtle pull drawing him towards the portal. Its nothing he can't resist, more just a faint feeling that that is the direction he should go in.
[17:35] <Amonet> Seeing no other choice, Amonet closes her eyes and fills her entire being with adulation of Horus-Re, divine energy healing her mortal ailments and elating her spirit!
[17:36] * Gourash heads in that direction.
[17:36] <Ebiris> Amonet feels very close to her God.
[17:37] <Ebiris> As Gourash steps closer, he feels the pull getting stronger, starting to feel more like a strong wind on his back. Then, as he finally steps between the two fallen cabinets, he vanishes!
[17:37] * Amonet follows Gourash into the portal, as he seems to pass through it successfully.
[17:38] <Ebiris> Amonet walks through the two cabinets with no effect, stepping out on the other side and still in the hall of records beneath Xaos.
[17:38] * Amonet sighs in dejection. "I don't think I'm impure enough," she says mournfully. "I might need assistance?"
[17:38] <Ebiris> "Um, maybe I can think for both of us, Amonet?" Marjorie whispers nervously. "T-Try walking through again."
[17:39] <Gourash> Eagan eyes amonet, and more specifically the feminine parts of her, heading towards the portal.
[17:39] <Ebiris> Eagan steps through and vanishes! Puk'lor stops just by the portal, waiting on Alveria.
[17:39] * Amonet puts her faith in her best friend, even though she is a ghost in a lance, and tries stepping through again once Eagan passed.
[17:40] <Ebiris> This time Amonet vanishes, just before stepping into Puk'lor on the other side!
[17:40] <Amonet> Alveria follows quickly.
[17:40] <Ebiris> Puk'lor follows the elven wizard, leaving Keylin all on her lonesome.
[17:40] * Keylin thinks of all the things she wished she could have done to that person instead of how she handed her resignation from the military, what with how much she hates him, and tries to follow.
[17:42] <Ebiris> Keylin seems to shimmer for a moment, almost as if some esoteric cosmic force is weighing her thoughts in the balance... but soon she too vanishes, joining her friends in Limbo!

Soulriders 5.0: Legend of the Unending Games

The Burial Grounds => Snowfall and Swordplay => Old Games 6 => Adventurer's Refuge => Topic started by: Ebiris on May 20, 2007, 02:09:31 PM