|
And so, our...heroes(?) had defeated the evil giant crabs. Their destination was straight ahead, and nothing would stand in their way! Unless there are more crabs. In which case, they're probably going to die. Anyway...
|
|
Session 2: Crying In The Bathroom (Is Really Cool)
|
|
Zurka:
|
test
|
|
Zurka:
|
there we go
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Hey guys! There's a pretty cool
more-of-the-road up here!"
|
|
Zurka:
|
ho hum i am a rat
|
|
Zurka:
|
i like grapes
|
|
The Drufle:
|
quotation marks boy
|
|
ReverseGenocideCockatrices:
|
"There's a pretty cool MY DICK over
here!"
|
|
ReverseGenocideCockatrices:
|
wait
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I'm feeling pretty uncool right now."
|
|
Ben:
|
there
|
|
Zurka:
|
"squeak"
|
|
Ben:
|
"I am feeling like the COOLEST
MOTHERFUCKER WHO HAS EVER LIVED"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Now does anyone happen to remember
where your party is headed?
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Really? Your dick is cold? That
sounds like you need pharmaceutical help."
|
|
Ben:
|
"I am at the requisite level of
coolness, where i would be expelled from academic institutions!"
|
|
Zurka:
|
let's consult
|
|
Zurka:
|
map
|
|
Ben:
|
"Because of my... my coolness."
|
|
Ben:
|
Ben's bravado is wearing off.
|
|
Zurka:
|
"boots, where is map?"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
We're going to the nearest port other
than Port Glacier to try to steal a ship so we can follow the
pirates with Asema's book.
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Is this port far?"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Port Aurus, to be precise
|
|
Narseus:
|
There it is
|
|
Narseus:
|
it's this square
|
|
Narseus:
|
what is this
|
|
The Drufle:
|
And to eliminate boring walking I've
removed the journey for you
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"And a finer port I've never seen."
|
|
Zurka:
|
(also are we assuming we healed
ourselves)
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Ben, the door!"
|
|
Zurka:
|
(i forgot my hp)
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Yes, you can all heal yourself
|
|
Zurka:
|
(the damaged one)
|
|
Narseus:
|
« CurrentHP
= max(CurrentHP+Level,MaxHP) = CurrentHP = max(9 + 1, 21) = 21 »
« TempHP
= 0 = TempHP = 0 = 0 »
|
Extended Rest
|
HP: 21 Hero Points: 0
|
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Enough time has passed that you may
assume a full rest
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Man, I feel like that walk took
weeks."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"So this is urm...Port Arus...or
something?"
|
|
Ben:
|
"Yes, I also feel as though we were
just spending weeks, walking into a wall."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
it was about 14 hours streak
|
|
Zurka:
|
"odd buildings"
|
|
Ben:
|
"A wall with the number 4 on it. But
we broke t hrough that!"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Yeah I uh, um. Sure, right."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Now then, my memory's a little foggy
from the crab blood and the stabbing and the head injuries."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Who'd like to use knowledge or
perception to figure out what these buildings are?
|
|
Ben:
|
"So could someone, uh... remind me
what we're doing here?"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin tries to pay attention to the
world around him. He gets a 16
on a Perception check.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin thinks back on the various
tidbits he's overheard in his travels. He gets a 17
on a Knowledge check.
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Perception Check
|
At-Will • Wis Roll: (GM Only)
|
|
|
The Drufle:
|
I was hoping for a 20
|
|
Zurka:
|
oh what
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Zurka notices that the nearest,
smallest building is a simple general store
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Anyone know where the hell they're
goin'?"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
If you'd like to buy anything, that's
where to go
|
|
Ben:
|
"I think I knew."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Do you still?"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
The two buildings on the left are an
apothecary and a portsmith
|
|
Ben:
|
"Perhaps some intercourse would
refresh my memory."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
A portsmith? A guy who builds ports?
|
|
Narseus:
|
He smiths them.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Probably not the right term, but it's
someone who sells materials and miscellany for boats and
port-related activities
|
|
The Drufle:
|
rope, sails, fishing nets, etc
|
|
The Drufle:
|
The square building on the right is
yet another bar
|
|
Narseus:
|
"There's a Portsmith over there."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
and the odd tower to the north
|
|
The Drufle:
|
uh someone make an arcana check
|
|
Narseus:
|
"And a bar."
|
|
Zurka:
|
is the pokemon tower
|
|
Narseus:
|
i have bar sense
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Well, a fine place for him to show
up. We've got a port right here already."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin searches his brain from
information about the arcane, getting a 18
on a Knowledge(arcana) check.
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Knowledge Arcana Check
|
At-Will • Int Roll: (GM Only)
|
|
|
Narseus:
|
|
Knowledge Arcana Check
|
At-Will • Int Roll: (GM Only)
|
|
|
Narseus:
|
fan-fuckin-tastic then
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Alright I'll deal with an 18
|
|
Narseus:
|
what does that even mean
|
|
The Drufle:
|
The tower to the north is emitting
various arcane and necromantic energies; you can't tell what
they're coming from, however
|
|
Zurka:
|
can drufle see this or is he supposed
to roll
|
|
Chanlin:
|
These skill check macros have ben set
up so that only the Game Master can see what the result is.
|
|
Ben:
|
chanlin literally opens up his skull
and inspects his brain cells
|
|
Narseus:
|
Ooh.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
wait you guys cant see these rolls?
|
|
Zurka:
|
no
|
|
Zurka:
|
i dont know if thats better or wrose
|
|
Zurka:
|
worse
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Knowing your immediate vicinity, where
is the party headed?
|
|
Ben:
|
"I... I certainly hope this Portsmith
person is, you know..."
|
|
Ben:
|
"An attractive man of some sort. Yes."
|
|
Zurka:
|
"please not a bar again"
|
|
Ben:
|
"That would be... That would be the s-
the feces."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Hey, it'd be a shame not to check it
out."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
streak try and get some pics remember
|
|
Narseus:
|
i am
|
|
The Drufle:
|
alright thanks
|
|
Ben:
|
"Curious."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Black lines on the ground."
|
|
Ben:
|
"And a red line in the middle for some
reason."
|
|
Ben:
|
"There's not even anything inside
those lines!"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
It is pitch black. You might be eaten
by a grue.
|
|
Ben:
|
"Oh, I-"
|
|
Ben:
|
"Um."
|
|
Ben:
|
"My mistake."
|
|
Ben:
|
"I must've gotten some of my venom on
myself."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I was thinking about getting a
lighter sword, myself."
|
|
Zurka:
|
'are these structures, magical"
|
|
Ben:
|
"I am such a hardcore, uh, dude - am I
saying that right? Dude? - that I do my own venom as drugs all the
time."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
the brown lines are of course doors
|
|
Zurka:
|
"i dont have money"
|
|
Narseus:
|
I'd like to browse the general store.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
i still only have a few pogs though so
|
|
Narseus:
|
Well, I can't just walk off, that's
ruuude.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
bear with the uncanny resemblances
|
|
Zurka:
|
"is there wi-fi in this area"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I'm going to the store, if anyone
wants to come with me."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Yes, I will come."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Ellington and Eric decide to check out
the apothecary for the moment
|
|
Ben:
|
"Maybe there will be condoms there.
Not that I use them during intercourse, because, I, I am too
hardcore.
|
|
Ben:
|
Please."
|
|
Zurka:
|
then they have hot potion sex
|
* Chanlin , fascinated by a mystery, is drawn
to the tower.
|
The Drufle:
|
you do in fact have to enter the
building to begin transactions
|
|
The Drufle:
|
just as a note
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Hmm.
|
|
Narseus:
|
How does this work!!"
|
|
Zurka:
|
"i'm gonna wait outside"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
We can't enter buildings that are
covered by fog of war.
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Ben, do your thing."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Well, as a man of the world,"
|
|
Ben:
|
"I will show you how to work this
magical device."
|
|
Ben:
|
"It is called, a "door"."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Now, you take this gold round t hing
here, and turn it in your hand like so."
|
|
Zurka:
|
use umd
|
|
Ben:
|
Ben turns the doorknob smugly.
|
|
Ben:
|
"Then, you pull the door towards you."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"You know much."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Yes, I am, I am quite cool."
|
|
Ben:
|
"You might say I am, radical."
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Ow're you men doin' todai?
|
|
Ben:
|
"Yes, we're doing quite, uh, yes."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Do you have products?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I got beat up by a crab earlier but
I'm fine now."
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Dis is a store, yes?
|
|
Ben:
|
"What variety of products do you have?"
|
|
Ben:
|
"Condoms, I assume?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Seems nice. Do you have weapons?"
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Weppins ai kin do, yez
|
|
Zurka:
|
das racist
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I'm looking for a lightweight melee
weapon, something like a short sword."
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Dinno waz a cahndum is
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Short zords!
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Knowledge Local Check
|
At-Will • Int Roll: « d20
+ KnowledgeLocal + IntBonus = 14 + 0 + 3 = 17 »
|
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Yez, I have many of these
|
|
Zurka:
|
oh good i can make it public
|
|
Ben:
|
"Oh, well, I guess it's something only
really cool dudes know about then." Ben says smugly.
|
* Shopkeep Brek'la glares at Ben
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Yoor a few werds away from the
sekkerity, sir
|
* Shopkeep Brek'la turns back to Narseus
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Yez, weppins
|
|
Ben:
|
help i can't not imagine ben as a
reptilian rik mayall
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Any surtin kind?
|
|
Ben:
|
help
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I need something light."
|
|
Ben:
|
hey what do i need to buy as an
alchemist to make more alchemies
|
|
The Drufle:
|
You have the majority of your
components in your alchemy pouch
|
|
Ben:
|
"Do you have anything, like, say,
machetes but more powerful?"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Anything unusual can be bought from
the apothecary
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
I have zords
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Do zose kount?
|
|
Ben:
|
this is rik mayall
|
|
Zurka:
|
robot animals
|
|
Ben:
|
"Uh, no, not quite."
|
|
Ben:
|
rik mayall would play ben
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Meeser gunman, I have akses and zords
for you
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
A few hammurs too!
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Zurely a man zuch as yourzelf has
monies for zeese
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Are these boarding axes? Those are
handy."
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Ah yez!
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Luvvly akses
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Very cheep too!
|
|
Ben:
|
Ben stands against the wall as cooly
as he can
|
|
Ben:
|
He is not good at it.
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Aye, this'll do great."
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Nermally zese akses are zix goldses
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
I give one to you fer five
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
You zeem like good man
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Pirate man zat I wood not fite
|
|
Narseus:
|
"That's a deal I'll accept. Here you
go."
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Very gud!
|
* Shopkeep Brek'la hands Narseus a
medium-sized axe with hooked ends
|
Narseus:
|
now then uh do i need anything else...
|
|
Narseus:
|
i don't think so
|
|
Narseus:
|
i don't need this cutlass anymore
though
|
|
Zurka:
|
(bullets)
|
|
The Drufle:
|
You can sell it if you like
|
|
The Drufle:
|
No, I'd recommend he not buy bullets
|
|
The Drufle:
|
He can make them himself at a far
cheaper price
|
|
Zurka:
|
(dont listen to obama)
|
|
Zurka:
|
(use guns)
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Would you be interested in buying my
cutlass. It's barely used!"
|
|
Narseus:
|
*?
|
|
Narseus:
|
damn pirates and their sloppy grammar
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Let me zee it, please
|
|
Narseus:
|
Okay hand him it
|
* Shopkeep Brek'la takes the cutlass and looks
it over
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Zees cutliz is very gud qwohlity!
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Where deed you find zuch a ting?
|
|
Narseus:
|
"It's crafted by the pirates of the
Sparthian."
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
A Zparseen zord!
|
|
Zurka:
|
(bought from the amazons)
|
* Shopkeep Brek'la opens his eyes wide,
grinning
|
Narseus:
|
(my mother got free delivery)
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Zo yoo are Zparseen pirate, yez?
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I am. I'm kind of on a temporary
leave right now, though."
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Ah, very gud, very gud
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
I give 25 gold for it
|
|
Narseus:
|
"We have a deal."
|
* Shopkeep Brek'la hands Narseus a small pouch
of money
|
Narseus:
|
then i do the secret cool handshake
for cool people
|
|
Narseus:
|
no i don't
|
|
Narseus:
|
ben does that. get in here
|
|
The Drufle:
|
wheres the rest of our party
|
|
Narseus:
|
"A pleasure doing business, then. Bye."
|
|
Shopkeep Brek'la:
|
Yez, of course!
|
|
Narseus:
|
then i just awkwardly leave
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Now then, where did the rest of them
go..."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Well, are you quite, uh done?"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Would chanlin like to have his turn?
|
|
Ben:
|
"I believe I can deduce this with my
amazing powers of memory."
|
|
Ben:
|
"You see, all I have to do is inspect
what I believe were past events within my own mind!"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Sure. As I mentioned before, I'm
intruiged by the tower and currently examining it up close.
|
|
Ben:
|
"And I have determined it was... the
Apocathery!"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Try another arcana
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin searches his brain for
information about the arcane, getting a 21
on a Knowledge(arcana) check.
|
|
Narseus:
|
MEANWHILE>>>>
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Well for starters, the door is on the
other side of the tower
|
|
Narseus:
|
he's got all the rolls
|
|
Chanlin:
|
I'll also try to remember any legends
about towers like this one.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin searches his brain for
information about the past, getting a 12
on a Knowledge(history) check.
|
|
Zurka:
|
my dinosaur is upside down
|
|
The Drufle:
|
I'll give you something for that
|
|
The Drufle:
|
This tower seems to be some sort of
important mage's tower, from what you know of magical architecture
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Your arcana roll is much more precise,
and identifies the energies coming from inside the tower as
extraplanar
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Along with dashes of various other
aspects
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Oooh.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
You conclude that the inhabitants of
the tower know many varieties of magic, and that they are
currently being produced
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin'll think for a moment, then
look back at the bar he passed and decide to pay it a visit.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Oh, hey there."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Anyone in here besides a barkeep?
|
|
The Drufle:
|
At the moment, no
|
|
The Drufle:
|
The residential area of Port Aurus is
further west
|
|
The Drufle:
|
And being rather early, the bar is
empty
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Ah.
|
|
Ben:
|
BRAD
|
|
Ben:
|
BARTENDER BRAD
|
|
Ben:
|
BRAD/KEVIN OTP
|
|
Zurka:
|
omg its brad
|
|
Ben:
|
ULTIMATE BRAD ADVENTURE
|
|
Ben:
|
cool quarterback career brad
|
|
Ben:
|
too bad you wound up being a BAR
|
|
The Drufle:
|
am i missing a joke here
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Hello, sir. I am but a humble
traveler, seeking my fortune in the world. I couldn't help but
notice the impressive wizard's tower north of here. Might you know
who resides there?"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
The wizard's tower?
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
That's Jen'qel's place
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
Real nutter, that one
|
|
Ben:
|
no BRAD THE DRUFLE you aren't missing
any jokes.............................
|
|
Ben:
|
BRAD
|
|
Narseus:
|
jen'fer
|
|
Narseus:
|
m'r'gr't
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
Why, you planning on visiting?
|
|
Zurka:
|
"hello guys what did you do in there"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I got a pointy axe."
|
|
Zurka:
|
brad should've been the name of the
wizard
|
|
Zurka:
|
BRAD THE MAGUS
|
|
Ben:
|
High Priest Brad
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Perhaps, perhaps not. I simply prefer
to know of things that could easily shape a man's destiny than not
know them. ...would you say he's more 'doddering and incoherent'
nutter, or more 'might destroy the whole town tomorrow' nutter?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Hey, so, uh. Why you got a
little...lizardy...thing followin' yeh?"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
Well first off, Jen'qel ain't a man
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
She's one of them janni creatures
|
|
Zurka:
|
"it just appeared on my doorstep one
day"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Oh, my mistake then."
|
|
Zurka:
|
"in a crate"
|
|
Zurka:
|
sexisms
|
|
Zurka:
|
tsk tsk
|
|
Chanlin:
|
I am finely honing my impressive
collection of isms.
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
As for your question, however...
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
I'd say she's rather harmless.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Next session I intend to pull a most
shocking ageism.
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Never seen people ship lizard things
before. They usually just die in those crates."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
She does tend to cause explosions,
though.
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
Might want to watch out for those.
|
|
Ben:
|
i think this says something
|
|
Ben:
|
in the pathfinderverse
|
|
Ben:
|
-isms are skills
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"I see. Most valuable advice, I'm
sure."
|
|
Ben:
|
after all ben complimented the
bartender on his racism, and tried it out on eric
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
She also has a bunch of flitters
around.
|
|
Narseus:
|
"So it's a pet?"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
They're pesky, but no real harm.
|
|
Ben:
|
tumblr would die in the pathfinderverse
|
|
Chanlin:
|
(Chanlin tries to recall on his own
what a flitter is...)
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin searches his brain for
information about the arcane, getting a 27
on a Knowledge(arcana) check.
|
|
Zurka:
|
"for all intents and purposes,
maybe???"
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
|
Narseus:
|
jesus you are rollin like a hedgehog
tonight
|
|
Narseus:
|
(DANG-O-SIMILES)
|
|
Zurka:
|
he's rolling like jesus
|
|
Zurka:
|
jesus always rolled 20
|
|
The Drufle:
|
You are sure that there is no actual
creature called a flitter, but you remember that celestial
servants are often called "flitters" due to their clumsy flight
|
|
Zurka:
|
except for that one time
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Jesus saves! Everyone else takes full
damage.
|
|
Narseus:
|
pfft
|
|
Ben:
|
drufle can you also follow the quote
mark rule
|
|
The Drufle:
|
oh for official word things?
|
|
Narseus:
|
" 'see got a name?"
|
|
Zurka:
|
he should impersonate
|
|
The Drufle:
|
or for npc dialogue?
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Or is it she?"
|
|
Zurka:
|
the npcs
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"I suppose that'll be enough to get by
on. Thank you for your time."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
that wasn't something brad was telling
him though
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
No problem, fox-man.
|
|
Zurka:
|
wait are you talking to me
|
|
Narseus:
|
me, yes
|
|
Zurka:
|
"haven't given it a name yet"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"What do you call it, then? Pets need
names."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Oh hey, it's Chanlin."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Hey guys. Was just learning about the
owner of that arcane tower."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"That big shiny one?"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
You see Eric walk off into the
portsmith, and Ellington off to the aforementioned mage's tower
|
|
Ben:
|
"Yes, I heard about the bar."
|
|
Ben:
|
drufle npc dialogue needs ""'s
|
|
The Drufle:
|
that's not npc dialogue
|
|
The Drufle:
|
do you mean narrator dialogue?
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Yup. It's owned by a female janni
named Jen'qel. Seen by the town as mostly harmless if nuts, but
she causes the occasional accidental explosion and is known to
deploy celestial servants."
|
|
Ben:
|
no i mean NPC dialogue
|
|
Zurka:
|
it's the voice of god
|
|
Ben:
|
like BRAD'S
|
|
The Drufle:
|
right i'll do that
|
|
Ben:
|
"This isn't... this isn't goign to end
up being something we get involved in is it?'
|
|
Ben:
|
"Not that I am a scared wimpy girl or
anything."
|
|
Zurka:
|
"she sounds... dangerous"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Pretty odd character. But I don't see
if affecting us."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Yes, let's just, ignore it, forever."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"You could go visit, by all means."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Yeah, it might mean nothing to us.
But you never know."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
The ground beneath you shakes as the
top floor of the tower suddenly bursts open, spitting out flames
and debris.
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Harmless, then?"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Yup, you really do never know,"
Chanlin deadpans.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
The party hears angered shouting in
some non-common language coming from high in the tower.
|
|
Ben:
|
"Well, I..."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Let's just, keep walking and ignore."
|
|
Ben:
|
"It."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
does anyone here happen to know
celestial
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Y'hearin' that?"
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Perception Check
|
At-Will • Wis Roll: (GM Only)
|
|
|
Ben:
|
"Ignore it."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Sounds like gibberish to me."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
As a matter of fact, Chanlin does know
Celestial.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
oh interesting
|
|
Ben:
|
"And go *around* the debris and
flames."
|
|
Ben:
|
"And go to that port."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
I picked it as a bonus language
because it's a likely language to find ancient legends written in.
|
|
Narseus:
|
makes sense to me! can you hear the
shouting?
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Well, roll a quick perception check
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin tries to pay attention to the
world around him. He gets a 10
on a Perception check.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
D'oh!
|
|
Ben:
|
DOH HOMER
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Chanlin, distracted by all the fire
and falling rock, only picks up random swears being uttered by the
Janni.
|
|
Ben:
|
MARGE IM NOT CARPET TODAY
|
|
Ben:
|
GET A COW BENT, AYE CARUMBA MAN
|
|
Zurka:
|
celestial swear words
|
|
The Drufle:
|
You'd be surprised.
|
|
Zurka:
|
i bet it sounds like flanders
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Accidental explosions, check."
|
|
Zurka:
|
"DIDDLYYYY"
|
|
Ben:
|
FLANDERINO
|
|
Ben:
|
NEIGHBOURINGO
|
|
Ben:
|
HOWS THE MOWIN GOIN
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Ellington?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Are you alright?"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Ellington stumbles out of the tower
and leans against the apothecary.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Did you see what just happened up
there?"
|
|
Ellington:
|
"I'd recommend not asking the mage
about necromancy."
|
|
Ellington:
|
"Rather touchy subject, as it seems."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"..."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"...Fair enough."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"..."
|
|
Ben:
|
brb food
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"...she seriously blew up her own
tower because she got pissed at you?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"So uh...I doubt anyone still wants to
visit...?"
|
|
Ellington:
|
"I'm sure it wasn't intentional."
|
|
Ellington:
|
"But I doubt it was wholly accidental
either."
|
|
Ellington:
|
"Rather... hot-headed one, she is."
|
|
Zurka:
|
maybe she's fighting the patriarchy
|
|
Ellington:
|
"I did see her cassissians, however."
|
|
Ellington:
|
"Fascinating creatures."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Cass...whats?"
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Knowledge Planes Check
|
At-Will • Int Roll: « d20
+ KnowledgePlanes + IntBonus = 7 + 0 + 3 = 10 »
|
|
|
Zurka:
|
fff
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Celestial servants?"
|
|
Ellington:
|
"Cassissians are the minor tier of
angels."
|
|
Ellington:
|
"They tend to manifest in the Material
Plane as winged golden helmets."
|
|
Zurka:
|
deploy the evas
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Never seen an angel before..."
|
|
Poryhedron:
|
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
|
|
Narseus:
|
:I
|
|
Narseus:
|
xD
|
|
Narseus:
|
-----
|
|
Zurka:
|
why
|
|
Narseus:
|
.-----
|
|
Narseus:
|
er
|
|
The Drufle:
|
have i missed something
|
|
Narseus:
|
I'm trying to point left.
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Do we, uh, need a rest? We could go
to the bar."
|
|
Ellington:
|
"I would very much appreciate that,
yes."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Hmm, where's Eric?"
|
|
Ellington:
|
"He said he was going to pick up
supplies at the portsmith."
|
|
Zurka:
|
oh god we left him alone
|
|
Zurka:
|
in a shop
|
|
Zurka:
|
the rogue
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Let's go to the bar. He'll find us,
I'm sure."
|
|
Narseus:
|
There's only like, 5 buildings in this
whole town anyway
|
|
The Drufle:
|
In this district, at least.
|
|
Narseus:
|
no this is the entire town
|
|
Narseus:
|
they sleep on the tiled grass texture
|
|
Narseus:
|
um.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
I mentioned before that there is a
residential district to the west.
|
|
Zurka:
|
this is actually the whole world
|
|
Narseus:
|
Oh, didn't catch that.
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Hey, back already?"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Dang, you caught some of that
explosion, huh?"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Little bit, yes."
|
|
Narseus:
|
wait shit is that fire
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Yeah, one of my friends was hurt in
the blast and needs to rest. Bar's as good a place as any."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
It is, in fact, fire.
|
|
Narseus:
|
It looks really fucking real.
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Your aasimar friend there?"
|
|
Zurka:
|
do we still have crab meat
|
|
Zurka:
|
lets cook the crabs
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin will start working to put out
fires however he can.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Who all is trying to put out the fires?
|
|
Narseus:
|
I'll help.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
So Narseus and Chanlin?
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Zurka, keep an eye on Ellington."
|
|
Zurka:
|
well i guess me too
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Is Brad just kind of standing there
polishing glasses while his bar burns?
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Brad is, in fact, not attempting to
put the fires out at all.
|
|
Narseus:
|
actually i'm sure ellington can take
care of himself
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Could be worse. He could be playing a
fiddle.
|
|
Zurka:
|
"where did we put ellington"
|
|
Narseus:
|
does he have ranks in that
|
|
Zurka:
|
wow brad ugh
|
|
Narseus:
|
he needs ranks probably
|
|
Zurka:
|
« d20
= 14 »
|
|
The Drufle:
|
So Narseus, Chanlin, and Zurka are all
attempting to put out the fires?
|
|
Zurka:
|
im gonna ellingtonsit
|
|
Narseus:
|
"You seem awfully calm, barkeep. You
drinkin' yer own product?"
|
|
Zurka:
|
apparently
|
|
Narseus:
|
christ i bet we die
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Of course I'm calm. Why wouldn't I
be?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
i bet this is where it ends
|
|
Zurka:
|
we die in a fire
|
|
Narseus:
|
"The building is uh, quite flammable.
And you are housing alcohol."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Is there something we don't know
about how well this building handles fire?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Hmm, I guess he's probably had this
happen before."
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Knowledge Engineering Check
|
At-Will • Int Roll: « d20
+ KnowledgeEngineering + IntBonus = 17 + 0 + 3 = 20 »
|
|
|
Narseus:
|
|
Knowledge Engineering Check
|
At-Will • Int Roll: (GM Only)
|
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Zurka, feeling the walls, happens to
notice that they are coated in some magical substance.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin thinks back on the various
tidbits he's overheard in his travels. He gets a 18
on a Knowledge check.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
But there's fire inside the building.
That means the walls have lost at least a little integrity.
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Well, for one, this building is
really heavily covered."
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Knowledge Arcana Check
|
At-Will • Int Roll: « d20
+ KnowledgeArcana + IntBonus = 11 + 4 + 3 = 18 »
|
|
|
Zurka:
|
whats the magical substance
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"I had Jen'qel herself fix this place
so I didn't have it burning down every other week."
|
|
Zurka:
|
oh
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Must've been a handful convincin' her
to do that."
|
|
Zurka:
|
i bet they're having an affair
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Zurka discovers that the substance is
a highly potent anti-magic emulsion.
|
|
Zurka:
|
and brad texted her that he wants to
break up
|
|
Zurka:
|
typical brad
|
|
Zurka:
|
BRAD
|
|
Narseus:
|
so like, you can just figure out
anything if you're lucky enough
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Yeah, that's a Brad move right there.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Effectively, yes.
|
|
Narseus:
|
also ben is just sitting outside
|
|
Narseus:
|
what's he doin
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Unless you completely balls up your
roll, you'll find out most of what you need.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Ben is fascinated by the still-burning
tower as it's being extinguished by the cassissians.
|
|
Zurka:
|
um what other rolls
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Well, there are some things complex or
obscure enough that we would have to get a result of 35 or higher
to figure them out, and we don'r have the stats for that.
|
|
Narseus:
|
what if we transform into the megazoid
and combine our rolls
|
|
Zurka:
|
i bet the moral of this story is dont
go to bars taht are on fire
|
|
The Drufle:
|
You can only add a +2 to an ally's
roll.
|
|
Narseus:
|
boooo
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Combiner robots are notoriously
slow-witted while combined. Bad idea.
|
|
Zurka:
|
oh right
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"On another note..."
|
|
Zurka:
|
i should make my familiar help me
|
|
Zurka:
|
on all the rolls
|
|
Narseus:
|
i transformed into the megazoid and
all i got was a +2
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"I'd recommend staying very far away
from that flame."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Mostly because it's not actually
fire."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Oh? Is it about to do something
entertaining?"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
!
|
|
Zurka:
|
it's a trap
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Well, hey, as long as it lights the
place up, who cares what it is. A drink, please."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"There's the spirit! What's your pick
of poison, gunman?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I could use something strong. Got
anything to recommend?"
|
|
Zurka:
|
(whats going on so the fire is
decor????)
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"I've got some dwarven ale in the
back. How's that sound?"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
If you'd like to find out what's up
with the fire, I'd recommend an arcana or history check
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin searches his brain for
information about the arcane, getting a 14
on a Knowledge(arcana) check.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin searches his brain for
information about the past, getting a 17
on a Knowledge(history) check.
|
|
Zurka:
|
"do you have cheese"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
This DC will be pretty high
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Knowledge Arcana Check
|
At-Will • Int Roll: « d20
+ KnowledgeArcana + IntBonus = 5 + 4 + 3 = 12 »
|
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Ah, I love those little guys. Aye,
that'll do."
|
|
Zurka:
|
fff
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Spellcraft Check
|
At-Will • Int Roll: « d20
+ Spellcraft + IntBonus = 7 + 6 + 3 = 16 »
|
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"I have some aged cheddar I bought
from the apothecary a few years back. That good for you, boy?"
|
|
Zurka:
|
"yes"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"2 gold per pound, then."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"You know, this magic fire crap makes
for some great mood lightin'."
|
|
Zurka:
|
"how about half a pound"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Well it ain't fire, but yeah, it's
kinda nice so long as you stay back."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Remind you of some good quality
raids?"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"I can do half a pound, sure."
|
|
Narseus:
|
man that rat pog is just adorable
|
* Brad the Bartender cuts a hunk off of a
large roll of cheese and hands it to Zurka.
|
Zurka:
|
"CHEESE"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Could you please refrain from hopping
over my counter?"
|
|
Zurka:
|
"it was an accident"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Yeah, we'd burn a ship's sails to
slow 'em down. Pretty effective, and a great show."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"You a pirate?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Well, not exactly, right now. But I
was."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Ah, I understand."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"My cousin was the same way."
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Knowledge History Check
|
At-Will • Int Roll: « d20
+ KnowledgeHistory + IntBonus = 2 + 0 + 3 = 5 »
|
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I was part of the Sparthian."
|
|
Zurka:
|
what
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"The Sparthian! That was my cousin's
ship as well!"
|
|
Zurka:
|
well that's all my knowledge checks i
guess i'll never know how the fire works
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Huh, so who is this cousin of yours?"
|
You have disconnected.
Poryhedron has connected.
Golurk has connected.
The Drufle has connected.
ReverseGenocideCockatrices has connected.
|
The Drufle:
|
Yes, I understand that that's the rule.
|
|
Narseus:
|
sorry about that
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Knowledge Arcana Check
|
At-Will • Int Roll: « d20
+ KnowledgeArcana + IntBonus = 9 + 4 + 3 = 16 »
|
|
|
Zurka:
|
ff
|
|
Zurka:
|
fff
|
|
Narseus:
|
Right so last I said
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Huh, so who is this cousin of yours?"
|
|
Zurka:
|
*witness breakdown*
|
|
Ben:
|
BACK
|
|
Chanlin:
|
BRAD
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"His name is Kevin, works at the bar
over in Glacier."
|
|
Zurka:
|
aaah a dragon
|
|
Ben:
|
"I was just having a nice urination."
|
|
Ben:
|
"What did I miss?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
*!!!!!!*
|
|
Ben:
|
BRAD/KEVIN OTP
|
|
Chanlin:
|
DUDE YOU CAN'T SHIP COUSINS
|
|
Ben:
|
YOUVE NWVER MET TEH SUPER NATURKAL
FDNMFOA
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Kevin? I actually met him."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
you obviously dont understand the
internet
|
|
Narseus:
|
"He runs a great bar."
|
|
Ben:
|
i actually think shipping is the
lowest form of anything
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Yes, the Drunken Drake is a
magnificent establishment."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Yes, I remember a man named Kevin."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Sells some of the best alcohol on the
south coast!"
|
|
Ben:
|
"He was quite good at racism, if I
recall."
|
|
Ben:
|
"I probably don't recall."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"He's a bit mean-spirited, yes."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I guess Bartendin' runs in the
family."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"I suppose so. I believe I got the raw
end of the deal, though."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"What do you mean? Is it the not-fire
things?"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Instead of a giant port city and more
imports than I know what to deal with..."
|
|
Zurka:
|
ok i'm gonna use a spell now
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"I got a few beat-up ship docks and
raining spell stuff every week."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Not quite a fair deal, but I love the
place."
|
|
Ben:
|
yes
|
|
The Drufle:
|
is that detect magic
|
|
Ben:
|
that's the area of ben's urination
|
|
Ben:
|
that's how much urinating ben did
|
|
Ben:
|
it's a vishkanya thing
|
|
Zurka:
|
that's a 60 ft cone
|
|
Ben:
|
you wouldn't UDNWERSTAND
|
|
The Drufle:
|
does that require any roll or does it
just happen?
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Spell
|
Detect Magic
|
glowy eyes and shit with hand waving Targets:
the bar
|
|
|
Narseus:
|
Narseus thrusts the pointy end at THE
SLEEP DEMONS with the axe, getting a 14
to hit. If this hits, he deals 1
damage.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
no streak stay awake
|
|
The Drufle:
|
we can do this
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin tried to use the Spellcraft
skill, but belatedly remembers he never bothering training in it.
|
|
Narseus:
|
yes!
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Alright then, Zurka's spell works!
|
|
Narseus:
|
can i craft ammo later btw
|
|
The Drufle:
|
He realizes once again that this fire
is, of course, not fire
|
|
The Drufle:
|
But it is in fact of celestial origin!
|
|
The Drufle:
|
i think that's all you can get from
detect magic
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Hey Zurka, yer lookin' at that fire
kinda funny."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
spellcraft or arcana can help specify
it
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Also I think your lizard needs a
piss."
|
|
Zurka:
|
well it's a good thing it's a cantrip
otherwise i'm gonna be so disappointed right now
|
|
Narseus:
|
that's not a euphamism
|
|
Zurka:
|
oh woops how to erase these
|
|
Ben:
|
"He's not getting one before me I'll
tell you that."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
CTRL-Z will undo your last one.
|
|
Zurka:
|
well sorry brad i seem to have drawn a
boxy cone over your bar
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Bathroom's in the back, you know."
|
* Brad the Bartender points to a door by
Ellington
|
Narseus:
|
"..."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Again, rather sparse, I know."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
(assuming he rolls high enough on
Spellcraft, Zurka would also note that Chanlin is covered with a
transmutation effect.)
|
|
Narseus:
|
"'s only bad if yeh have a weak nose.!"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"True, yes."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Is Zurka going to make more rolls?
|
|
Zurka:
|
im gonna roll a smellception check
|
|
Zurka:
|
from way over here
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Perception Check
|
At-Will • Wis Roll: « d20
+ Perception + WisBonus = 5 + 3 + 0 = 8 »
|
|
|
Narseus:
|
no revelations then
|
|
Narseus:
|
dang
|
|
Narseus:
|
oh excuse my language
|
|
The Drufle:
|
I will allow one more spellcheck or
arcana because of the DM spell
|
|
Zurka:
|
budgie has high perception
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin searches his brain for
information about the arcane, getting a 27
on a Knowledge(arcana) check.
|
|
Narseus:
|
Ben's pissing.
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Well I was talking to Zurka, but sure.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin has detect magic too.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Yup.
|
|
Ben:
|
asema's here, but not
here???????????????????????????????????????????????
|
|
Ben:
|
ben isin the toilet anyway
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Chanlin is the first one to pay
attention to the debris, and not the "fire".
|
|
Chanlin:
|
It's maaaaaaaaaagiiiiiic!
|
|
Zurka:
|
ben is the toilet
|
|
Ben:
|
you can hear him going
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah"
|
|
Ben:
|
and "Owwwwwwwww"
|
|
Ben:
|
"Oh SHIT"
|
|
Ben:
|
"IT CAME OFF"
|
|
Ben:
|
"Wait"
|
|
Ben:
|
"Wait that's a shit"
|
|
Ben:
|
"Never mind"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
He notices that the debris is metallic
and shining, and that the "fire" is emanating from the material.
|
|
Ben:
|
"Got me scared for a moment."
|
|
Zurka:
|
i want to set fire to the bathroom
|
|
Zurka:
|
can I
|
|
Narseus:
|
I'm gonna check on Ellington I guess
|
|
Ben:
|
Ben brings his pants back up.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
"He also recognizes the metal as
outsider material.
|
|
Ben:
|
"So... I like what you've done with
the place, with that, fire."
|
|
Ben:
|
"It's very..."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Architecture."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Actually, it's very extraplanar."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Yeah, they aren't too bad."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Extraplanar right, that's what she
called them."
|
|
Compy:
|
"i'm going to eat everyone's eyes
while they sleep"
|
|
Narseus:
|
dogs don't tlak
|
|
Narseus:
|
shut the fuck up
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Hey, I was promised nobody was gonna
eat my eyes!
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Urgh, this stuff is somethin'. Did
that lizard just speak..?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Nah..."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Chanlin, try an insight check
|
|
Zurka:
|
a what
|
|
Ben:
|
"What did you fucking call me you
little shit!"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
is that not pathfinder stuff
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Hey, ya hissy little bastard, I'm
watchin' yoo."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
i keep forgetting
|
|
Ben:
|
"Yes, a little bit of racism every now
and then is one thing, but that was over the line!"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin considers the likely motives
of this person. He gets a 3
on a Sense Motive check.
|
|
Narseus:
|
"...What? I'm uh, barely listenin',
Ben.
|
|
Zurka:
|
"thingy, return"
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Zurka, how about you give sense motive
a shot
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Since you know some about the material
as well.
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Sense Motive Check
|
At-Will • Wis Roll: d20 + SenseMotive
+ WisBonus]
|
|
|
Zurka:
|
oh wait
|
|
Zurka:
|
woops
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Sense Motive Check
|
At-Will • Wis Roll: « d20
+ SenseMotive + WisBonus = 2 + 0 + 0 = 2 »
|
|
|
Zurka:
|
lel
|
|
Zurka:
|
if only the rogue were here
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Wow. We are superstars here.
|
* ReverseGenocideCockatrices rolls: 1d20 => 14
|
Narseus:
|
"Man, you guys are really interested
in those shiny rocks.
|
|
Ben:
|
and
|
|
Ben:
|
my sense motive
|
|
Ben:
|
is 2
|
|
Zurka:
|
add wisdom bonus
|
|
Ben:
|
so that's
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Well, they're metal, not rocks.
|
|
Ben:
|
16
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Sorry, but the DC for this particular
check is 20.
|
|
Zurka:
|
welp power outage
|
|
Ben:
|
YOU ARE PENIS
|
|
Narseus:
|
"The tower's made of that stuff,
right?"
|
|
Ben:
|
that's miles funnier with a dragon
head next to my text
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"That stuff? I hope not."
|
|
Zurka:
|
maybe brad is the wizard all along
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Perform Check
|
At-Will • Cha Roll: (GM Only)
|
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"They make my head hurt when they're
not burnt to a crisp."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Or melted. Honestly I can't tell what
this stuff does."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Having examined the tower earlier,
Chanlin will recall whether this debris does resemble the outer
walls of the tower...
|
* Chanlin attempts a raw Intelligence check,
and gets a 19.
|
The Drufle:
|
Chanlin realizes that this debris is
not at all from the walls of the tower, and is in fact probably
not from the architecture at all.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Huh. Y'know, I don't think this is
even pieces of the tower itself. It might be stuff Jen'qel
accidentally summoned or something."
|
|
Zurka:
|
stupid sexy stuff
|
|
Ben:
|
"I don't understand. Are we here to go
to the port and get a ship still?"
|
|
Ben:
|
"Or are we now tower plunderers?'
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Man, it's really unfortunate that
Ellington isn't coherent.
|
|
Ben:
|
"Which one is cooler?"
|
|
Ben:
|
drufle uh
|
|
Ben:
|
asema is on irc
|
|
Narseus:
|
We were gonna get that bandit ship or
something right
|
|
The Drufle:
|
why is he not in here
|
|
Ben:
|
i dunno
|
|
Ben:
|
he wasn't responding to many pingings
on irc either
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Narseus: yes!
|
|
Narseus:
|
yeah we know he's there but he's not
responding
|
|
Narseus:
|
he's been there for aaages
|
|
The Drufle:
|
That ship is still heading off to the
northeast, and you did in fact come here for a ship.
|
|
Narseus:
|
What time is it anyway
|
|
Ben:
|
Whoops! I'm here now.
|
|
Zurka:
|
stupid sexy sidequests
|
|
Ben:
|
that's what asema ssaid
|
|
Ben:
|
it's 4:00 pm in australia
|
|
Ben:
|
which is
|
|
Ben:
|
GMT +10
|
|
Narseus:
|
it's 5am here
|
|
The Drufle:
|
It's currently late afternoon.
|
|
Narseus:
|
i can't feel my brain
|
|
The Drufle:
|
In game time.
|
|
Ben:
|
i think we can stop for streak's sake
|
|
Narseus:
|
i think it left
|
|
Ben:
|
maybe we should have a cap that we
stop before it becomes 4 am for streak
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Shall we finish the secret of the
not-fire debris next week?
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Sure.
|
|
Narseus:
|
eh, i don't mind staying up late on
friday
|
|
Chanlin:
|
The soul is willing, but the flesh is
weak.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
are you coherent enough to actually
keep going though
|
|
Narseus:
|
yeah i think so
|
|
Zurka:
|
get some
|
|
Zurka:
|
water
|
|
Narseus:
|
i feel like we're reaching a finishing
point anyway
|
|
The Drufle:
|
If we have no other objections, you
may continue.
|
|
Ben:
|
didn't pory just say the flesh is weak
|
|
Ben:
|
and spongy and bruised
|
|
Zurka:
|
you sound like the judge
|
|
Narseus:
|
Late afternoon, so what should we do
now?
|
|
The Drufle:
|
I am the judge.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Also the jury.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
I was referring to Streak, who has
been fighting off sleep demons all night.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
And the plaintiff and prosecutor.
|
|
Narseus:
|
Narseus shoots at SLEEP
DEMONS with his pistol. Bang!! Rolled 21
to hit, to deal 1
damage.
|
|
Narseus:
|
boo
|
|
Narseus:
|
they're tough
|
|
Chanlin:
|
And the sleep demons have regen 5.
|
|
Narseus:
|
OP plz nerf
|
|
Zurka:
|
that's a crit
|
|
Ben:
|
yeah i don't like the idea of forcing
streak to be TOO sleep deprived
|
|
Narseus:
|
don't worry because
|
|
Narseus:
|
i come back stronger
|
|
Zurka:
|
just a little sleep deprived
|
|
Chanlin:
|
So you're a Saiyan.
|
|
Narseus:
|
yes exactly
|
|
The Drufle:
|
As the sun starts dipping over the
horizon, other people begin entering the bar.
|
|
Zurka:
|
we're gonna be a slice of life shwo at
this rate
|
|
Narseus:
|
There's like, inns here, right
|
|
Narseus:
|
im sure there are
|
|
The Drufle:
|
There are rooms upstairs in the bar,
yes.
|
|
Narseus:
|
i mean all towns have em
|
|
Ben:
|
hey look
|
|
Ben:
|
a woman icon
|
|
Narseus:
|
yes lets go to sleep in the burning bar
|
|
Zurka:
|
let's go grind on some rattata
|
|
Zurka:
|
teh wimmens
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Afternoon, Terril. How's the shop
going?"
|
|
Terril:
|
"Fine, some elf boy bought a few yards
of rope and wire."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Oi, lizard, leave her alone!"
|
|
Narseus:
|
wait fuck where is eric
|
|
Terril:
|
"Is that a compsognathus?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
i completely forgot about eric
|
|
Chanlin:
|
I'm sure he likes it that way.
|
|
Terril:
|
"Fascinating creatures, they are."
|
|
Compy:
|
i can be anything you wanna be
|
|
Compy:
|
(this isn't cano btw)
|
|
Compy:
|
canon
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I just call it a lizard."
|
|
Terril:
|
"I see Jen'qel sent some more of her
fun your way."
|
|
Zurka:
|
"get back in the satchel, you"
|
|
Ben:
|
"1 Alcohol polse."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Please."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"What kind?"
|
|
Ben:
|
"All of them."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"No."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"... All?"
|
|
Ben:
|
"I am... too radical to put up with
this shit."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"I highly advise against that."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Just get me a fucking alcohol."
|
|
Ben:
|
Ben collapses his head on the bench.
|
|
Ben:
|
"I need to hate myself a bit more."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Get him what I had, then."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Of course."
|
|
Narseus:
|
by the way do i pay this man or what
|
* Brad the Bartender pours some more of the
ale into a glass and puts it by Ben's head."
|
The Drufle:
|
Of course not!
|
|
Narseus:
|
great
|
|
Zurka:
|
free alcohols
|
* Brad the Bartender turns to Terril
|
Zurka:
|
also i still dont have any power
|
|
Narseus:
|
i do not even want to ask why
|
|
Zurka:
|
oh jeez
|
|
Narseus:
|
because i might break it
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Yeah, the little buggers broke
through again."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"I keep telling Jen'qel to be more
careful with her experiments."
|
|
Ben:
|
Ben slugs throug hthe drink.
|
|
Ben:
|
"60 years."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Sixty years!"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"That's a period of time."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Of fucking... economics!"
|
|
Ben:
|
Ben collapses his head on the bench
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"One drink to the open stage?"
|
|
Zurka:
|
"is he okay"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Real weak liver, this one."
|
* Brad the Bartender whispers to Zurka
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"it's just flavored water."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Hey, Economics are uh...they're not
too bad."
|
|
Zurka:
|
"that's ironic, since he's like a
poisony snake person"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"yes, I'm not sure how he's managing
this."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I mean, we had an accountant on the
Sparthian...who uh...um. I forget his name. Or was it a
woman...did we have an accountant...?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Hrm. Never mind that."
|
* Terril picks up a smaller chunk of the
metal, moving it around in her hands.
|
Narseus:
|
"He's not concious is he."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Probably not, no."
|
|
Ben:
|
"GJjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj"
|
|
Ben:
|
"SIXTY YEARS"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Oh, there he goes."
|
|
Ben:
|
"Wasted my goddmana fucking lofiff"
|
|
Ben:
|
Ben recollapses on the bench.
|
|
Zurka:
|
oh drufle you should load the macros
on budgie
|
|
Zurka:
|
since he doesnt have any
|
|
Narseus:
|
"How long do your people live, anyway?"
|
|
Ben:
|
"SEVENTY YEARS"
|
|
Narseus:
|
no please do it later
|
|
The Drufle:
|
i just put them in
|
|
The Drufle:
|
we're not dealing with them right now
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Well, don't let the past ruin the
rest of yer years."
|
|
Zurka:
|
|
Knowledge Nature Check
|
At-Will • Int Roll: « d20
+ KnowledgeNature + IntBonus = 5 + 4 + 3 = 12 »
|
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Terril, try not to burn yourself.
James tried that last week and lost a hand."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Remember earlier, when you killed
that crab?"
|
|
Zurka:
|
test test
|
|
Ben:
|
"EIGHTY YEARS"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Oop, that's went up."
|
* Terril rolls the metal around, watching her
hand move and change color with it.
|
Narseus:
|
"Well, uh, I'll leave yeh be."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Woah, uh, careful with that..."
|
|
Terril:
|
"Oh, don't mind me."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"It's dangerous, right? It's all
on...fire, too."
|
|
Terril:
|
"Fire? Of course not."
|
* Terril turns to Brad.
|
Narseus:
|
"Angelfire, then."
|
|
Terril:
|
"Did you not tell them what this is,
Brad?"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"The rat and the fox-man have been
staring at it for almost a half-hour straight."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"I thought they understood."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"I think they just wanted to figure it
out themselves."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Oh?"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"I'm...close to understanding...it's
definitely extraplanar..."
|
* Terril picks up a larger chunk, placing it
on the bar.
|
Terril:
|
"It's simple, really."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Incidentally, that's the second time
you've called me foxman. Do you have some form of truesight
going on? Or am I just a lot more transparent than I thought?"
|
|
Ben:
|
"Oh come on!"
|
|
Ben:
|
"Everyone can fucking tell!'
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Fox...man?"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Well for one, you missed the fur on
your neck.
|
|
Ben:
|
"Everyone can fucking tell, jesus!"
|
|
Narseus:
|
my wisdom is uh
|
|
Narseus:
|
lacking
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"And yes, this bar has a potent dispel
magic enchantment on it."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Because of Jen'qel, you see."
|
|
Ben:
|
"And you've got a fucking fox face you
fucker!"
|
|
Ben:
|
Ben's swearing is much less forced.
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Ben you're drunk."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Would you like me to escort you
outside, sir?"
|
|
Ben:
|
"How about I fuck you!"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"What? This isn't a fox face..."
|
|
Ben:
|
Ben's chair collapses underneath him.
|
|
Ben:
|
He sprawls on the floor.
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Terril, would you mind?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Maybe he needs some fresh air."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"C'mon, you."
|
* Terril nods.
|
Chankotu:
|
"...THIS is a fox face."
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Narseus:
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"Actually forget you."
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Ben:
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"No, there's... there's really no
difference."
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Narseus:
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"What the hell?"
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Chankotu:
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"Hm. Racial truesight, must be."
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Chankotu:
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"Ah well."
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Zurka:
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it's planey waney stuff
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Ben:
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"The only thing truesight about me, is
my NOTHING."
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* Terril morphs into a tall, ogre-like
creature and walks over to Ben.
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Narseus:
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"Chanlin, you're not human?"
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Narseus:
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"AHH."
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Terril:
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"Come with me now, sir."
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Ben:
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"How about YOU come with ME, sir!"
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Zurka:
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ben pls ur drunk
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Zurka:
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>And yes, this bar has a potent dispel
magic enchantment on it."
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Zurka:
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wait what
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Zurka:
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naninaninani
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Zurka:
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what's happening
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Chanlin:
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"What say we pretend later that this
was all a dream?"
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Ben:
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"Right this way!'
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Ben:
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Ben rolls into the toilets
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Narseus:
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"What's in this stuff, Brad? People
keep morphing into other things."
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* Terril walks up to the door and bolts it
shut.
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Terril:
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"Good for now, I suppose."
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* Terril changes back into her original,
slender form.
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Narseus:
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"Was that, uh, magic, then?"
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Brad the Bartender:
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"There's nothing wrong with my
alcohol!"
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Brad the Bartender:
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"Terril's a changeling, you see."
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* Terril smirks and waves from the nearby
debris.
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Narseus:
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"Before we proceed, does anyone else
want to change into something else?"
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Brad the Bartender:
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"Nah, I'm just human."
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Narseus:
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"I feel like maybe we should get it
all outta the way."
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Narseus:
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"I mean while we're fuckin' at it."
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Narseus:
|
"Right, well, great."
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Narseus:
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"...Kinda need the toilet."
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Narseus:
|
"Hrm."
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Terril:
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"Would you like me to escort your
friend out?"
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Ben:
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"I WANT TO CHANGE INTO A YOUGNER
VERSION OF ME"
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Narseus:
|
"Uh. Best leave him."
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Ben:
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"IS THAT SO MUCH TO FUCKING ASK"
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Narseus:
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"I'll just go find a hedge."
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Terril:
|
"Are you sure? I have a few
tranquilizer darts."
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Narseus:
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"I think he needs some thinkin' time."
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Narseus:
|
Right, okay, lets find a hedge.
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Terril:
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"Brad, if you don't mind, I'll take
one of these cassissians with me."
|
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Terril:
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"This one is still pretty complete and
I'd like to see what Qlek will take for it."
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* Brad the Bartender nods and waves her off.
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Narseus:
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"(yeah this'll do)"
|
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Brad the Bartender:
|
"Right then!"
|
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Brad the Bartender:
|
"Would you gents like to take the
rooms upstairs?
|
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Narseus:
|
"Aye."
|
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Brad the Bartender:
|
"Considering half your party is
unconscious or, er, out of commission."
|
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Narseus:
|
yeah sure talk about beds at me
|
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Narseus:
|
sure actually draw beds at me
|
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Narseus:
|
:B
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The Drufle:
|
whered everyone else go
|
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Chanlin:
|
Meep?
|
|
The Drufle:
|
yes there they are
|
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Narseus:
|
okay get in the beds fukrs
|
|
Narseus:
|
lets pay the man
|
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Ben:
|
i'll sleep in the fucking toilet
|
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The Drufle:
|
Would anyone else like to ask Brad a
question, or are we stopping for the night?
|
|
Ben:
|
fuck
|
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Narseus:
|
I can't think of anything now
|
|
Chanlin:
|
I guess I'll ask one more question.
|
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Chanlin:
|
"So, are these guys...dead? Or are
they going to get up and leave later?"
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Who, the cassissians?"
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Yeah."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Nah, they're done for."
|
|
Chanlin:
|
"Ah, shame."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"That magical detonation really takes
them out."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Of course, Jen'qel has hundreds of
them."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"That's what you get when you're
commanded by a mad wizard."
|
ReverseGenocideCockatrices is
disconnected.
|
Narseus:
|
"I'm sure they knew the risks."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"You could probably rejuvinate one if
you worked hard enough."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Get the right spells, the components."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Useful when they're not melted and on
holy fire."
|
|
Narseus:
|
are you intentionally forgotten about
eric or did you really forget him
|
|
The Drufle:
|
oh no i know exactly what Eric is doing
|
|
Narseus:
|
oh my
|
|
The Drufle:
|
I never forgot about him
|
|
Narseus:
|
he bought rope
|
|
Chanlin:
|
And wire.
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Chanlin considers the likely motives
of this person. He gets a 12
on a Sense Motive check.
|
|
Narseus:
|
Oh, before I go to bed, my character
asks Brad to look out for Eric
|
|
Narseus:
|
and to tell him he has a bed waiting
|
|
Chanlin:
|
And is probably constructing a mobile
to display proudly in his home.
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Is that the elf boy Terril was
talking about?"
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Seems to be."
|
|
Brad the Bartender:
|
"Don't worry. If he does anything
suspicious, the cassissians will notice."
|
|
Narseus:
|
"Well, if he happens to come in, let
him know we're here."
|
|
The Drufle:
|
And so the sun sets on the first day
of the journey.
|
|
Narseus:
|
I hand him a beautifully drawn
portrait of Eric
|
|
Narseus:
|
I drew it myself.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Oh yes of course
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Brad accepts the picture and places it
behind the counter.
|
|
Narseus:
|
Well I guess that's canon then.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Of course it is
|
|
The Drufle:
|
What isn't canon
|
|
Chanlin:
|
Compy hitting on Teril.
|
|
The Drufle:
|
Zurka where are you going
|
|
Narseus:
|
*rpg rest jingle plays*
|
|
Goodnight, heroes(?)! They say Streak dreamed of an angel that night. He rolled a 1 on initiative, and then 1's on every attack roll thereafter. He pissed his bed, and had to buy new sheets, and now, for some reason, he can no longer see cats. All he hears is the meowing now. Imagine that. Weird.
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Golurk dreamed he could fly. He really shouldn't have been sleeping, though, because it was morning where he lived. Dang, what a dummy.
|
|
Pory dreamed that he murdered Drufle on the top of a volcano, and made him pay for fucking up his macros. Drufle said he didn't regret it, laughing as he was melted by the searing magma that engulfed him.
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The rest dreamed of eating really nice pizza. It was so good, and now reality is just disappointing to them. Poor bastards!
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