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cbass:
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hmm. I wonder why banana could
possibly be here.
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CBN has connected.
Ferrinus:
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adrian khas, level 18 vampire vampire
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banana:
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actually i'm just up at elfgame oclock
by chance for once
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banana:
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and was like i might as well spectate
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banana:
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i normally never get to
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Ferrinus:
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i'm half vampire and half vampire
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cbass:
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and all vampire, baby
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elfGM has connected.
elfGM:
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sorry i'm late, drama and rapidshare
are both dumb
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elfGM:
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mainly me for using rapidshare
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elfGM:
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i feel like an aol customer
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dammitwho has connected.
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Serge:
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ready whenever!
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Dominique:
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let's do this
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Wil:
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ready!
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Imre:
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ok
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Devar:
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I'm here
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elfGM:
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pc up you damn ehathen
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elfGM:
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ugh just noticed something brb
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elfGM is disconnected.
elfDM has connected.
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Serge:
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heh
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Ferrinus:
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yeah that was fucking with me when i
tried to whisper you last game
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elfDM:
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You really have to worry when you
whisper elfgm and elfHG whispers you back . . from over your
shoulder
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elfDM:
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ok, ready to begin
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This cave is a tomb. Literally.
You can only imagine the number of creatures who have fallen to
dust in your wake, and before you even arrived. The assault of the
stormkin long ago, the lost batalion, and now, the comnig of the
champions.
The ground is a thin, dry, gritty dust. You find yourself
wondering how much of it isn't soil.
But just for a moment. Then somebody talks.
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Devar:
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Devar glances over the table(?).
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elfDM:
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they're mainly racks, there is one
bench
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Serge:
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"We need to take them back to Lark's
Landing for burial, when we leave."
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Imre:
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"There's not much to bury."
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Devar:
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"They're dust."
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Imre:
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"And if it's dust you want, this whole
cavern is thick with it."
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Dominique:
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"Ash is still remains. They should be
attended to."
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Serge:
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"You have a point. I- dammit, it was
all just a misunderstanding. If only we'd known..."
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Serge:
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"So there's really only one thing to
do now, right? We go north. Past the seal."
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Serge:
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"Find out whatever changed them, and
make amends."
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Wil:
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"Well, what's done is. Gather them up
in...I don't know, one bag or something? And then we
should----actually, Serge. About that. I was thinking."
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Devar:
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Devar sighs, "It's not the first
otherwise innocent blood we have on our hands."
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Dominique:
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She looks at Devar quizzically for a
moment, but doesn't say anything.
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Serge:
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"All right, Wil, I'm listening."
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Wil:
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"I don't know about the rest of you,
but I could go for a good night's rest with my head on an actual
pillow and with a roof over my head, instead of just a sense of
dread and some dirt. And since we've been awake awhile now..." Wil
holds up his hand and points to the small silver ring on a finger.
"...we could probably give this a go."
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Imre:
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Imre doesn't say anything either, but
he's thinking innocent? they were Realmsmen.
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Wil:
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"Stop by the Landing, have a solid
rest, get our affairs in order before we march off to inevitable
death...you know. The usual. So who's in?"
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Imre:
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"Are you sure it works?"
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elfDM:
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il's ring can trasport you back to the
landing. However, before you go, you could trek to, or even past
the seal. Less time wasted when you return.
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Dominique:
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"That sounds like an excellent idea."
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Devar:
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"How does that work again? Does it get
us back here?"
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Serge:
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"Just as long as opening a portal, or
rift, or whatever, while we're down here doesn't accidentally send
us all to the land of the dead."
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elfDM:
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Your arts should protect you, esp if
you do it near one of the seals, which offer a measure of
protection.
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Serge:
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Once this is all explained to him,
Serge is all for it. "Well then. What are we waiting for?"
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Serge:
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"I have a couple of affairs I should
put in order if I'm about to go face down the Void, anyway..."
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elfDM:
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So you guys collect the remains of the
doomed soldiers, and head off to the north tunnel?
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Devar:
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yah
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Serge:
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indeed!
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Dominique:
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yep
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Imre:
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If there's more remains here, well
collect them too.
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Wil:
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"Well, from my fiddling with it during
our miscellaneous moments of downtime, it's no portal or anything.
It's just like when I go somewhere without really walking. Except,
further. And all of us. And when we want, I say the word and
whoop! We're back in the place where it was activated. As long as
we do it within a fair span of time. Whenever we choose to do so,
and all." He explains as they ambulate.
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elfDM:
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There's nothing else of note in the
camp. Looks like the others that died are. . wel, they're not here.
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You head back through the tunnels, past the traps and tricks,
working your way through the huge granite boulder with bit of effort,
and emerging back into the entrance area.
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Serge:
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"Realm sappers sure are something,
though, aren't they?"
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Imre:
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"I don't know what to look for, else I
would report back to your craftsmen."
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Soon enough you move on, heading into the north tunnel you had
only briefly visited. The air here seems. .. cooler, and dry. .very dry.
You wonder if the dead drink away the moisture, along with life. Some
do, certainly.
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Wil:
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"Serge? The next time I say 'oh,
underground. Caves. Those sound like fun.' Please, knock me
unconscious."
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Wil:
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"Can't have boulders dropped on you
when you can see the sky." Wil notes wistfully.
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Devar:
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"I feel like that's patently untrue."
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Serge:
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"Counterpoint: Wizards."
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Devar:
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"And really, just saying that begs it
to happen at the next opportunity"
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Imre:
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As they approach the seal, Imre draws
a stick of incense. It lights, seemingly by itself, as he bends
down and wedges it in a nook on one side.
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Wil:
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"Thank you both for ruining some
perfectly good optimism. Oh look, turtle thing's still here."
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Ahead lies the great shellback seal. Built of poured, polished
obsidian, scribed with symbols and glyphs and runes, it sits, like an
anchor in a stormy sea.
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Serge:
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"It had damn well better still be
here."
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Imre:
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"It's not going anywhere."
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Serge:
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"Fantastic." Serge reaches down to
touch this impossibly ancient artifact.
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Serge:
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"And people say the tribals had no
culture! Just look at this thing!"
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Wil:
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Wil watches Serge carefully with one
eye on the exit, just in case.
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The darkness looms beyond it- tempting, and forbiding. Perhaps a
quick look to the north is in order?
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Devar:
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i'm going to short rest, ok?
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elfDM:
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yeah, evereyone should short rest
already
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Devar:
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Took a short rest.
Gained 32 HP.
Spent a healing surge.
HP: 129 / 129 — Surges: 7 / 11 — APs:
1 — Daily Items: 1
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Dominique:
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Took a short rest.
HP: 89 / 89 — Surges: 9 / 9 — APs:
0 — Daily Items: 2
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Serge:
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"Let's just take a little peek before
we go back to the Landing. Just to satisfy my curiosity."
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elfDM:
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Do you want to explore a bit beyond
the seal, or head right back?
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Devar:
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Devar peers ahead into the darkness "I
doubt that the pure manifestation of the void is the first thing
we'll meet. Let's check it out."
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elfDM:
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Everyone take a move action
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Imre:
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"I feel like we should have some
warning. Wil, how quickly can you turn that thing on?"
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Dominique:
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"As last words go, those aren't the
best, but I suppose we have to make do."
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Serge:
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Serge doesn't walk over the
seal. That would almost be sacreligious.
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Devar:
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Devar's boots click earily as he
crosses the seal. Only after he's crossed does he realize everyone
else has gone around.
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Wil:
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"Same amount of time it takes me to
toss off any other spell kinda thing, Imre. So not long but
I'm not going to do it tumbling into an abyss or in time to
not-get-crushed-by-a-rock, if that makes sense."
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Up ahead, the tunnel seems to end, but before it does, it drops
away at two points- one is a rough hewn flight of stairs, and the other,
a deep, dark pit.
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Imre:
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Imre starts to tell Devar to stop
crossing the seal, but it's too late. He remembers.
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elfDM:
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You can walk on shellback. You can do
whatever you want to shellback. You can't hurt shellback. Not if
he's careful.
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Not if you're careful.
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Serge:
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"Stairs... and a hole in the ground."
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Devar:
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"Fast way down...or up."
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Serge:
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"Could be."
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Imre:
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There's 'not hurting' and there's
'impolite'.
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Imre:
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What are the stairs like?
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The entrances to the underlevel rest ahead of you. As you
approach, you realise that you can hear the hint of. .wind. There is a
current of wind, down below. Not up here- here it is quuiet, as it has
been since you arrived. But somewhrr below, there are motions in the
air, stirred by who knows what.
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Dominique:
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"Interesting. And we can find out all
about them after we've come back from the Landing."
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Wil:
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"I emphatically agree."
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Devar:
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Devar didn't know any better and he
can only imagine that shellback knew that he didn't know any
better."
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Serge:
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Serge hauls a coil of rope out of his
pack and ties a loop around his waist. He tosses the other end to
Devar. "Hey, I'm going to take a look at that hole. Hold onto this
in case... anything happens, would you?"
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Wil:
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"Wouldn't it be funny if ten feet
down, the stairs drop into an empty pit, and ten feet down, that
pit over there has stairs?"
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The stairs are ancient, worn. Like much of this cave, you wodner
when they were made and by who. Perhaps by the goblinoids, or perhaps
when the stormkin and their armies invaded. Perhaps one of each.
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Dominique:
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"You can't possibly be serious."
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Serge:
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"I'm not climbing down. I just want to
take a look."
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elfDM:
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Is anyone stopping serge?
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Dominique:
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"Much better last words."
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Imre:
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"Should you toss a sunstone in there
first?"
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Devar:
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Devar steps up next to him, ready to
grab him in case of trouble.
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Serge:
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"That was the idea, yeah."
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elfDM:
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So, what does serge do?
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Serge:
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Serge strikes one of his unused
sunrods (that lantern sure is handy), and drops it down into the
pit, watching with interest as it falls.
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Wil:
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"Well, let's all crowd around Devar.
That way, this goes bad fast, I can jump us all out and then come
back with Serge not-in-a-hole." As Wil wanders over-ish.
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The rod drops into the pit, plummeting for a long moment.
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Imre:
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Wil's the expert on this, so Imre
follows his suggestion.
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Dominique:
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"Do you know how that ring of yours
works?"
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Serge:
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"Ssh, I'm listening to hear if it hits
anything."
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A moment later, the wind current turns
Air blasts from the pit!
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Serge:
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Yipe!
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Serge:
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Serge takes a quick half-step back.
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Far below, you catch a flicker of. . .something. . streaming past
the pit like a river, the sunstone torn out of view by it's motion!
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Dominique:
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Possibly an actual river?
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Dominique:
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Or... not.
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Serge:
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"There's some kind of current down
there, and it was moving pretty damned fast."
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You catch a confusing flicker of motion, a broad, undulating,
permiable, fluid surface streaming along like a river or a. . .you hope
it's a river.
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Serge:
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"When we come back, we're taking the
stairs."
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Imre:
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"The sky has tides, but I've never
heard that the earth does as well."
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elfDM:
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That didn't look like soil
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It looked like bone.
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Imre:
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it's deep under the earth ergo
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elfDM:
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So, porting home? The seal is right
over there.
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Wil:
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"...Serge, did you wake something up?
Please tell me you didn't wake something up."
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Dominique:
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We should port from the other side of
the seal imo
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Devar:
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"Let's step across the seal. I don't
want to open up something right on top of it...or on this side of
it."
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elfDM:
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You can port on the seal, that would
be safest
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Wil:
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"Oh, and even though I said that this
puts us back exactly where we left, how about we edge back from
the pit of death a little?"
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elfDM:
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You assume shellback won't mind, you
don't see why he would, he's very hard to offend.
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Wil:
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"I mean, this is the first time for
using the bounce-back bit, and I'd really like to not get it a
tiny bit wrong and end up a large amount of corpse."
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Imre:
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"Let's do it from the seal."
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Dominique:
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"We should leave from the other side
of the seal, or better yet on top of it. Unless Imre thinks that
would be a bad idea."
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Serge:
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Serge ignored Wil's question, he was
looking down into the pit. Then he shakes his head and turns to
the others.
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Serge:
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"It's really okay to step on this? All
right then."
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Imre:
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Imre steps to the edge, and kneels
down. He puts two fingers to his lips and then touches them to
Turtle's head. After a few seconds, he stands, and steps inside.
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Dominique:
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"I mean, you don't know how that thing
works, and while it probably won't leave a metamagical
tunnel for whatever's in here to escape through while we're back
in Lark's Landing, better safe than sorry."
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Serge:
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He walks gingerly, not trying to scuff
or break any of the ancient runes.
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elfDM:
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These runes are built tough
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Wil:
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"Everyone ready?"
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Devar:
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"Move in close, folks."
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Wil:
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"Arms and legs inside the...I really
don't know the range on this, so let's hope for the best,
everyone." Wil offers, optimistically.
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Serge:
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"If I did wake something up, that's
the politest awakening anyone down there's going to get."
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elfDM:
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just settingup, one sec
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elfDM:
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ok, wil, flavour the transit
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Wil:
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Wil raises the ring in front of him.
"Okay. Just like walking. Just like walking. Just like walking.
Big step. Big step." And Wil, glancing over his shoulder at the
group for a quick headcount, lifts his knee and kicks out his
foot, but doesn't set down. Repeats for Devar. For Serge. For Dom.
For Imre. For Bully, just to be on the safe side. And once more
for himself. And then, he takes the step forward. "Big.
Step." Wil's voice echoes in everyone's ears, in their
heads. And while they're taking that in, the cave feels a little
brighter and a little darker, all at once. And then.
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You feel a twist in space as you begin your journey.
For a moment, you are still in the cave. You feel acutely the ward
that thrums wiht power all around you. Then, a blink, and you are
somewhere else, and there are voices
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Leilah:
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"I have never seen any evidence of
your patron's trasubstantiation, and if I did, it would be caused
by an enchanted artifact-"
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Sersus:
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"But aquiring the artifact is part of
his glory! You dogmatists fail to recognise the illusion of
reality, the trappings of aquisition for what they are-"
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Devar:
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Devar just groans as he hears the
conversation they enter upon.
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Serge:
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"Ah, hello, are we interrupting
anything here?"
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Your feet touch ground. Not the marble of the ballroom, but. . the
polished wood and carpet of a small, out-of-the-way but extremly upscale
salon.
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Imre:
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"Yes, this is certainly
the Landing."
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Wil:
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Wil brings his foot down. "...not in
Hell oh hey!" He looks around. "Hey!"
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The room explodes into an uproar, but only for a moment. By this
point, everyone is a little bit used to things like this happening.
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Serge:
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Serge looks down and realizes that he
still has a rope tied around his waist. He undoes the knot,
looking a bit sheepish.
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Sersus:
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"S-SEE? DID YOU SEE THAT? THIS IS WHAT
WE'RE TALKING ABOUT! DAMN!"
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Dominique:
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The oppressive atmosphere of the caves
and the terrible itching cease in an instant. "Oh, that's better.
Like a cold shower."
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Devar:
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Devar stares at Wil. Just looks at
him, doesn't say anything.
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Leilah:
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The pelorite arcanist sighs, her
glowing left eye flickering as she closes her eyes in fatigue.
"This is clearly a coincidence-"
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Devar:
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"It is definitely a
conincedence."
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Sersus:
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"IT- IT . . NO! LOOK" The halfelf hops
from foot to foot, pointing fratically to the group who has
suddenly appeared.
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Serge:
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"We'll just be showing ourselves out,
then."
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Imre:
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A slightly-younger Imre would have
been horrified at his older counterpart's acceptance of Wil's
Wilness.
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Cynthia:
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"Uh, Devar? Before you depart. . " The
soft but persistant voice of a young woman sounds from the upper
level.
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Wil:
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"No time to chat Sersus. You folks
carry on, we'll see you soon, I'm sure." Wil makes for the door
with almost as much haste as Serge.
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Dominique:
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It's not surprising that the colonials
would be in an uproar over what is, ultimately, a rather minor
teleportation effect. But it is disappointing. Where are the
academies?
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Serge:
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Serge pushes past the onlookers and
heads out the door. At the threshold, though, he turns and
waits—best to hear what the Pelorites are up to with his own ears.
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Sersus:
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"Well, since you have made your point,
there isn't much reason to stay, is there? Heh? HEH??" He beams in
trumph at his opponent.
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Serge:
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(back in a couple, dogtime, sorry)
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Devar:
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Devar climbs up the stair, stopping
just below Cynthia and leaning on on the rail, "Yes?"
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Cynthia:
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Her smile is a small, gentle apology
for endless trials. "There's been a development with your. .
errant chosen."
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Devar:
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Devar looks over at D'arby
skeptically, "Is that so>"
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Devar:
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?"
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Squire D'arby:
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Darcy looks up from what looks to be a
book on pastries, his expression neutral. He blinks, as if just
noticing Devar's arrival. "Oh, hi."
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Devar:
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"Hello D'arby."
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Devar:
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He's going to turn out to be a prophet
or something, isn't he? ugh
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squire overton!:
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Overton sighs, a kind of ragged
exhalation that borders on battle meditation. "Just tell him,
please!"
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Squire D'arby:
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"Oh uh, right. I don't have magic
powers anymore."
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Devar:
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Devar raises his eyebrows, "Is that
so?"
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Squire D'arby:
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"Sorry. Sorry? I uh, well, didn't want
to be a bother, I mean I didn't - I don't really know what
happened- but I can't do things anymore."
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Devar:
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He looks up at the ceiling for a
moment and nods sharply.
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Devar:
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"Makes sense. Being chosen isn't
necessarily permanent. You're chosen for as long as you're filling
the role you've been Chosen to fill."
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Cynthia:
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"He's been healing the sick, but just
after you left, he realised he coulnd't do it anymore. Odd thing
is, I thought that your faith had to give up their power
voluntarily?" Devar isn't sure where she learnt that, but it fits
with what they learnt back home.
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Squire Overton:
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"He did take part on one of thoses uh.
. reconciliation rituals? The ones we had with the tribals. it had
a lot for language about surrendering burdens and such."
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Squire Overton:
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"And it was pretty magical. . y'know,
lots of magic going on in it. And stuff." Wilandrians.
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Devar:
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"I see. Well...it could be that. Or it
could be that D'arby was never particularly attached to the power
at any point. I can't imagine you were particularly upset to have
it gone, eh D'arby?"
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Imre:
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Suspiscions.
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Squire D'arby:
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D'arby shrugs.
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elfDM:
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Ok so wehre do you guys wanna go
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elfDM:
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and how long do you have
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elfDM:
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8 hours, or 24 hours?
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Devar:
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We have 10 hours
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elfDM:
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Well you need 8 hours for a full
complete rest, which you should be able to get. .. i mean. .
unless something comes up
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Devar:
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"Alright guys...let's hustle to the
keep. We're on a tight schedule here..."
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Landing Garison 8:
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"Count serge! When did you-" A guard
bustles into the room, as if just on time.
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Wil:
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Wil glances around and at his ring and
back around again. "Guys guys guys tight schedule c'mon"
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Landing Garison 8:
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"Never mind. Your lordship, there is a
situation that you should speak to Marathe about. He has been
hoping you would, uh, re-emerge, in order to deal with it."
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Devar:
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Devar stares that guard resignedly.
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Serge:
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back, sorry!
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Serge:
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"Well then. I can hardly turn down his
request."
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Landing Garison 8:
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"Right. He's at the ballroom- i mean
the court. "
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Imre:
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10 hours. Imre is already whispering
quietly; the potted plants in the salon rustle in the still air.
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Serge:
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"We really do need to have a proper
audience chamber built sometime."
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Serge:
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"But that's neither here nor there.
Come on, let's go."
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Vagabond:
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"Hey! Imre! Fancy seein' you here! I
was just hoping a fight would break out, but I actually had
something to talk to you about- it's really important!" Wow, this
is worse than usual.
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Devar:
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"That implies the sort of free time
our lives no longer seem to contain..."
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Wil:
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"We need to mark this spot
and have it demolished and rebuilt as a series of chambers locked
and boarded from the inside is what we need."
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Serge:
|
"That'll only encourage
them to solve the puzzle."
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elfDM:
|
The odd thing is. . Wil was sure he
setn the ring to return them TO the ballroom. Odd.
|
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Imre:
|
"Eh? Wh? Oh, hi, Vagabond."
|
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Devar:
|
"This thing was supposed to take us to
the ballroom, wasn't it Wil?"
|
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Serge:
|
"Maybe something tried to grab us in
transit. Thank Shellback, I guess."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"C'mon! I had dancer and mako doing
sendings all morning. They're waiting at the tree! I'm pretty sure
we've found the missing tribes."
|
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Devar:
|
"Of course. Even Shellback's not sure
we can triumph. Mire us in mundane difficulty so our transit time
runs out."
|
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Wil:
|
"It should." Wil remarks,
a little peevish at the whole situation.
|
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Imre:
|
"You what? Serge, I have to go."
|
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Serge:
|
"As do I. We'll meet up back in the
square later."
|
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Wil:
|
"Hopefully the ballroom isn't on fire
and wet and dead or something."
|
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Serge:
|
"Or the ballroom. Either one."
|
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Imre:
|
"We'll find you."
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elfDM:
|
Does dom wnat to bury those ashes?
Devar probably knows the perfect place- the most peaceful,
sacified place in the whole city. Imre is headed there, too
|
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Serge:
|
Anyone going with me or am I facing
the cold shackles of bureaucracy alone.
|
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Dominique:
|
"...don't care
if you're a certified alchemist, it's sacrilege...
Yes, I'll meet you all back at the square."
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elfDM:
|
Wil could come wiht serge
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Dominique:
|
sounds good. let's sanctify the heck
out of these vampire ashes
|
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Serge:
|
"Come on, come on." Serge motions for
Wil to follow him. "Help me take care of this official business."
|
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Serge:
|
"Best excuse I could come up
with on short notice."
|
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Devar:
|
Devar glances around, "I guess we'll
see what's going on with the Tribes."
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elfDM:
|
who wants to go first
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Serge:
|
dom and imre should go imo, they
haven't done a whole lot yet!
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Serge:
|
sorry for taking over with my death
pit inspecting antics
|
elfDM:
|
player agency rules
|
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Dominique:
|
always take initiative
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elfDM:
|
Gotta biggen this tree one of these
days
|
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Dominique:
|
all the corpses we're dumping beneath
it should make it grow reeeeal nice
|
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Imre:
|
When they arrive at the tree, Imre
stops and looks at the younger shamen. "Tell me."
|
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Wil:
|
Wil does indeed follow along with
Serge, shit-eye-glaring everything he sees along the way. "Swear
that step should've taken us to the ballroom."
|
The three heroes hear out to the city square, where a sapling
forms the beating heart of the city. This place used to be an
unidentified, but keenly felt core of menace, btu it has reversed
completly under the leaderships of the champions- now, it is a visible,
but subtle beacon of peace and hope, adding a soft undertone that calms
even the most frantic reveler.
|
Devar:
|
Devar stands on the edge, listening to
the shamans, watching Dominique.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Right. Right. So. Remeber that dagger
we found? In the sea?"
|
|
Imre:
|
"Yes."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"In the chest?"
|
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Imre:
|
"With the pommel-markings, right?"
|
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Dominique:
|
"Excuse me, just need to get by
here..." Dominique retrieves a small silver spade and crouches
down by the base of the sapling. She begins to reverently overturn
the earth near one of the larger roots.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Never mind- anyway it was a pretty
good ritual knife, so obviously we've spet the week you've been
away cornering the market for reagents and casting rituals, mainly
as pranks on colonists-"
|
|
Imre:
|
"Successfully, I hope."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Very. We accidentally outed a serpent
cult, but nobody thought they were real because of all the fake
ones we had been making turn up in people's water closets."
|
|
Dominique:
|
As she does so, she recites the Litany
of the Honored Dead, a favorite among the Seven Armies of Heaven.
|
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Imre:
|
"How many heads was it this time? We
should probably mention it to Zeyat, just so she knows.
|
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Imre:
|
"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Yrah she knows." Her face turns sour.
Pretty clear who spoilt their fun.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"But we also did a bunch of sendings.
Mocking our old mentors, threatening nemisis's , the usual. Along
the way, I talked to this axe-fighter i trained with. I thought
his whole tribe was dead, but apparently, they're out in the
midlands, wayy west of the cairn, but nowhere close to anywhere
else. Like, north of the central mountains- they don't evne really
know themself. They've got like, sixty tribes out there."
|
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Imre:
|
Zeyat spoiled plenty of Imre's japes
when they were younger, so he knows Vagabond's annoyances.
|
|
Dominique:
|
"...for victory is not a
path but a stair, and the stairs are built from the bones and
breath of the faithful... blessings be upon these soldiers of the
gods, who laid down their lives in the service of the divine
vision..."
|
|
Imre:
|
"North of the mountains?"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"North of dwarfhome, yeah."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"I don't think they evne know
themselves, they're miled from trailsigns any of them know, but
they're moving with the sun. . .back towards the east."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"They've been running since the
goblins started marching. They've had skirmishes and betrayals and
all sorts of garbage, but the point is, they're coming back."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"It should take them a while, but I
get the feeling they'll be around when. . when things go down out
on the frontier. With old storms and everything."
|
|
Imre:
|
Imre lets out a breath he hadn't
realized he'd been holding.
|
|
Dominique:
|
"...for the Seven Cosmic
Gods, Architects of the Universe, see every drop of blood that
falls and every enemy of heaven righteously slain..."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Thing is. . .i'm not sure who's side
they'll be on. They split with the real skull-eater type tribes,
but there's still some real fierce bastards in there, and a few
that aren't happy about being on the wrong side."
|
|
Imre:
|
"They never promised us it would be
boring."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"I don't think you can do anything
about it now. . . in fact I wasn'ty going to mention it until you
got back, properly. . " She looks a bit confused for a moment.
"But I guess it's good that you know."
|
|
Serge:
|
well now, we didn't tell her we were
leaving again.
|
|
Imre:
|
" 'Properly?' "
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Well I figured you were in a hurrry.
. .just kindof occured ot me, but I figured i'd tell you anyway."
|
|
Devar:
|
we mentioned tight schedule in her
presence
|
|
Vagabond:
|
She shakes her head. "That doesn't
matter. Some of these tribes I recognise. Some I don't." She reels
off names, some imre has visied with, others he's met members of,
others he only knows by reputation. . and some he's never heard
of. A quick moment of pondering in his head, and he realises that
together, the tribes she notes, on top of the ones he is pretyt
sure would join the master, and a few added in that probablly got
caught up in the fighting. .. would make a full account of all the
tribes in the eastern two thirds of the wildlands.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"I don't know what you can do about
it. Not yet. But maybe later on, you could seek them out. Make
sure they. . well don't get themselves killed, at least."
|
|
Imre:
|
"That's all of them. It all comes down
to the Cairn. You said Sheeps Tooth Toll lives?"
|
|
Dominique:
|
"...remembered for all the
tally of years revealed by the Seven Gods of Righteousness. Et
noctem quietam concedet Domini."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Yeah, I think so. I doubt they're
losing people that quickly, that they could end up dead. If
anything, sounds like the master's mob are leaving them alone, now
that they're all joined up and well defended. Letting them
forwage. . everything. Maybe courting them. Yeah." She looks glum,
not an expression she uses often.
|
|
Dominique:
|
She stands, brushing her hands
together. "There we are. A shame I don't know their regimental
hymn, but it probably wouldn't be prudent to ask at the enclave."
|
|
Imre:
|
"The world's changing, Vagabond."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Yeah well, wouldn't it be great if it
changed our way for once? Why do i get the feeling that if you lot
don't get yourself killed, you're still going to end up sitting up
the back of the metting while a bunch of colonists argue over a
map?"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"I mean. . ." She pauses, and tilts
her head sideways, towards Dominique.
|
|
Imre:
|
"I'm not going to take a back seat to
anybody, and if I do, you can stab me yourself."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"I will, too. A calod notch on my belt
would get me my own damn harem."
|
|
Imre:
|
"This continent is going to crash
against itself like a wave upon a shore, and you and I will be
there to sift the wreckage."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Wreckage. . sound like my scene." She
laughs, and then pauses, as if confused.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
She pauses, then sheakes her head.
"Oh, mako, you wanted to ask about the uh. . .the goblin city on
the north shore?"
|
|
Devar:
|
Devar listens but doesn't interrupt.
|
|
Mako:
|
The young man looks up from where he
has been wathching dominique. "The wh- i'm amazed you even
remembers that."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Whu. . i'm the LEADER, I remember
stuff!"
|
|
Fire Dancer:
|
"Didn't remember my birthday."
|
|
Imre:
|
"What do you want to know, Mako?"
|
|
Mako:
|
He shrugs and stands. "Well, I guess
this is as good a time to talk about it as any."
|
|
Mako:
|
"My people are the tribes of the long
shore. The north, east shore of this landmass, north of the elven
forest. I actually came here to seek out the Gnoll Hyra Champion
Thyrn, who's mentor was rescued from the waves by my people. I . .
don't usually talk this mutch, sorry, I'll get to the point. Our
people have goblins as neighbors."
|
|
Serge:
|
!
|
|
Imre:
|
Mako would of course have talked about
this to Imre already. He nods, and waits for the young man to
continue.
|
|
Mako:
|
"Not, friendly. . there is a great
city on the north shore. Now my friends tell me you all . . sort
of know it's there, but I can confirm it. They have a grand city,
with an amazing deepwater port. . not like the ones you have, sort
of primitive and more impressive at once, we always thought that
giants must have built it-"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Ugh get to the point! Damn you're
lcuky you've got looks, boy!"
|
|
Mako:
|
"I- I really don't apreciate the way
you talk about me like a. . a fillet on a salted table-"
|
|
Serge:
|
hahaha
|
|
Imre:
|
"Beya told me a little, but not much."
|
|
Imre:
|
"Have you been there?"
|
|
Raven:
|
"Get to the point! Come on, these are
important people." The archer's soft voice is rarely heard, but
her rebuke is well aimed.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"I'M important too!"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"We- we are important-"
|
|
Serge:
|
i'm sorry heroic tier characters :I
|
|
Devar:
|
Devar smiles at Raven and very
carefully doesn't laugh.
|
|
Imre:
|
Of course they're important, they do
things for us.
|
|
Mako:
|
"No, but we've seen it. It's large,
maybe the size of baelamar? Maybe a bit smaller. It has great
yards beyond it where the armies cap when they're around. We don't
know much about what goes on inside. . but the point is, I want to
know what's going to happen to it. I mean. . you're at war with
the goblins, will you end up there? Could there be a coup within
them, a civil war? Whatever happens, i fear it will spill over
onto my people."
|
|
Imre:
|
"I believe the Fjellvik navy is to
pass nearby. Pierrot may find it a tempting target."
|
|
Mako:
|
"The what?"
|
|
Mako:
|
"The who?"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"The Fjellvik? The guys who are like
dwarves, only way bigger, and in boats, and drunk all the time
instead of most of it?"
|
|
Imre:
|
"Men of the south-east. Their boats
are sailing west, to aid the Gnolls."
|
|
Mako:
|
"That is. . troubling. . any armed
group. . we have close ties with the people of the islands. . you
know them as the pirate isles. . .they deal with raiders and
slavers. . a lot."
|
|
Imre:
|
"And civil war? Yellow Horse has
already split with Storms, what he may do after the war..."
|
|
Imre:
|
"Do you expect them to contest the
passage?"
|
|
Mako:
|
He sighs. "This is troubling. I may
have to issue sendings home, to prepare them for . . for all of
this."
|
|
Imre:
|
"That would be wise."
|
|
Mako:
|
"Not so much, but we live a scarce
life. Food is no problem normally, but if a fleet moves through. .
.and they may uh. Anger other friends of ours. Shark is not to be
trifled with."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"And what about you two? Looking to
smash a goblin city? Not really caring about the tribals who live
next door?"
|
|
Imre:
|
Imre suppresses a shudder. "I can't
imagine any of them would be so foolish as to anger Sh....". He
quickly runs through the Dragonslayer's roster. "You should warn
them, just in case."
|
|
Mako:
|
"This is not the time for an aguement,
come on!"
|
|
Devar:
|
"I don't really have any interest in
smashing a goblin city."
|
|
Devar:
|
"Honestly, I don't want to fight the
green man all that much in the first place. But Storms is coming."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Well, they're villains, right? Evil
doers? Would you rather leave them be, let them run roughshod over
the tribes?"
|
|
Devar:
|
"Are they?"
|
|
Raven:
|
"These are good people. Why are you
badgering them like this, all of a sudden?"
|
|
Dominique:
|
"Were they doing that before?"
|
|
Devar:
|
Devar glances at Mako, "I'm sorry...he
really didn't make that clear. The ones in the city, I mean."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"They've been at war with our peolpe
for centuries! Not that you'd know."
|
|
Imre:
|
"They might be forced to withdraw some
of their armies to defend their homeland if threatened."
|
|
Devar:
|
Devar looks at Vagabond levelly, "I'm
sorry, I'd gotten the impression these goblins in the city were
different in some way? If not, my mistake."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Durr my mistake! You make a lot of
mistakes? Damn, your god even makes mistakes, what with giving
that blonde idiot his healing hands!"
|
|
Imre:
|
"Even the threat of a Fjellvik sacking
should make some of their generals march backwards."
|
|
Raven:
|
"Vagabond! Stop this! I thought you'd
tired of causing trouble for imre."
|
|
Devar:
|
"He took them back already, and it
served its purpose."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Oh yes, a grand purpose!'
|
|
Devar:
|
"Sorry he's not busy doing more
important things, like running elaborate pranks on townsfolk."
|
|
Imre:
|
"Raven, if Vagabond is my worst
problem, I would consider myself blessed."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"No no no- shut up raven! I'm making a
point. Do you, either of you." She looks to Dominique and Devar.
"Do either of you think that your gods are really looking out for
you? After all the. . crazy stuff you run into?"
|
|
Imre:
|
"Vagabond, don't try to make yourself
such."
|
|
Dominique:
|
"Yes."
|
|
Devar:
|
"Pelor has given me the tools I need
to complete the tasks that are set before me. I'm expected to make
the best of it. Those with weaker arms and less power to change
the world - they're the ones that need his protection."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Why? Why do you think that? Are you
saying that you've never seen anything in your time with imre,
that makes the gods look like fools? Things not working the wya
they should? the faithful warring on each other- or you?"
|
|
Devar:
|
"Vagabond, you're a person of such
passions that I'm sure you've scarce ever felt one way and did
something entirely different despite that feeling."
|
|
Devar:
|
"Other people are different...and the
gods are complex."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Oh oh oh, I don't claim to be perfect
that's the thing! But your gods? They do. You know what a god is?"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"You know what a god is??"
|
|
Fire Dancer:
|
"Oh, don'tsay it."
|
|
Serge:
|
heeeere we go
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"It's a great spirit who holds a
lantern in front of their head, while wearing a BIG FANCY HAT!"
|
|
Dominique:
|
"How long have you been waiting to use
that?"
|
|
Devar:
|
Devar watches Vagabond evenly,
"Perhaps so."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"AGES!"
|
|
Devar:
|
"I've seen Grandmother Jay and the
Swan treated with a certain amount of reverence before."
|
|
Imre:
|
Oh, sure, Vagabond, spill all the
secrets to the godhavers.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"It's some powerful thing- oh, they've
got power! But that's all. They've not wise, or all knowing. Ask
imre, he'll tell you. The spirits aren't perfect. They don't ask
us to be. They usually don't ask us muhc of anything, aprt from
shamans."
|
|
Imre:
|
"She's right."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Imre could tell you the stories.
About how little brother frog tricked grumpy jealous Toad, or how
dog and wolf had a bet about people, and wolf cheated. Damn, mako
goes on about shark being reliable, but it's only because it's a
big dumb cosmic eating machine!"
|
|
Mako:
|
"don't. .. DONTCALLSHARKDUMB!"
|
|
Raven:
|
"Have you been drinking? This is
really not-"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Oh, lighten up sister!"
|
|
Devar:
|
"I suppose it depends on what you mean
by perfect, Vagabond."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"And don't even get me started about
grandmother jay. Wiiierd!"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"i MEAN,"
|
|
Imre:
|
"I know!"
|
|
Serge:
|
When has she not been drinking?
|
|
Imre:
|
Grandmas. Sheesh.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"They're asking you to believe in them
as perfect, and their plan is perfect. And you have to be good
little soldiers, and trust in it. But that's just their big fancy
hat!"
|
|
Dominique:
|
Dominique is patiently watching
Vagabond and Devar argue, with a small smile.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"And I mean you too-" she pokes a
finger at Dominique, as if sensing her lack of engagement in the
odd tussle.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"You're from the realm! Imre, she's from
the realm, did you not notice this?"
|
|
Imre:
|
"Oh, I'm well aware."
|
|
Devar:
|
"They're all the same, of course."
|
|
Mako:
|
"That's enough! You're pushing too
far. This isn't a game. These people put their lives on the lane,
same as us-"
|
|
Dominique:
|
"Oh! I knew I forgot something. Imre,
I'm from the Realm. Sorry, you had to find out sometime."
|
|
Devar:
|
"Just like all the Tribals are a load
of bloodthirsty, frothing barbarians."
|
|
Imre:
|
"I feel as if I've always known,
Dominique."
|
|
Devar:
|
Devar rolls his eyes.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Ahh yes, big joke." She shakes her
head- again.
|
|
Serge:
|
gahahaha
|
|
Vagabond:
|
Then turns to imre. "Imre are you
telling me, you're ok with traveling with her? That you trust her?"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"That you tell her secrets? Secrets
that could kill us?"
|
|
Imre:
|
"I haven't seen any indications that
she's going to betray us, and I've been watching."
|
|
Dominique:
|
"He has."
|
|
Imre:
|
"And listening. Ask Grandmother what
I've learned."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"She's from the realm. You were flat
out breaking bread with pelorites not so long ago! And now, the
source! In your cadre!"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"So is that how it works? You circle
each other?"
|
|
Mako:
|
". . . "
|
|
Mako:
|
"This isn't like you."
|
|
Devar:
|
"What has you so angry, Vagabond?"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"SHUT UP! This is exactly like me! How
can you trust her? How can you go DOWN there with her? What dod
you think will happen?"
|
|
Fire Dancer:
|
The last of the tribal cadre looks up
with a quizical expression. "Down where?"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"uh. . . I dunno, forget i said that.
|
|
Serge:
|
O_O
|
|
Mako:
|
"No! Why did you say that? Down where?"
|
|
Devar:
|
"Vagand..."
|
|
Devar:
|
"Vagabond..."
|
|
Devar:
|
"How do you know about that?"
|
|
Imre:
|
"Everything I do, Vagabond, is for our
people. If I go b--- where exactly am I going, Vagabond?"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"Know about what?"
|
|
Imre:
|
"Have you been casting the teeth on
us?"
|
|
Raven:
|
"We have not! We've been doiong pranks
and sendings, she alreayd told you that. I don't know why she's so
agitated all of a sudden."
|
|
Imre:
|
"I think Vagabond has her own secrets."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
She shakes her head. It's like she's
fighting something. "It's just. . .I don't know what you're
talking about. Look just. . you have to be careful, thats all. I
can't. . "
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"I
CAN'T KEEP YOU SAFE IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL"
|
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Julien Marathe:
|
"Count Sege. . . excellent timing!"
|
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Wil:
|
"fffffffff"
|
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Serge:
|
"Glad to be back, although we're not
staying long."
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elfDM:
|
oh damn i just realised that due to
low, cbna bd cbass could nto see that scenee
|
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Serge:
|
I missed anything that was there
|
|
Serge:
|
or you mean vagabond's scene?
|
elfDM:
|
no there wenre't any fancy things
|
|
Serge:
|
I wasn't clicked on my token so I
could see it
|
elfDM:
|
just the conversation, really
|
|
Serge:
|
that could be because I'm logged in as
gm though I have 'view as player' on
|
elfDM:
|
like, can you see each other's tokens
with los between them
|
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Devar:
|
if i don't hjave my token selected i
can see everything
|
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Serge:
|
that's cool then!
|
|
Julien Marathe:
|
"Well uh, that may be difficult, we
have a situation." Odd. It's not like Julien to need much help
from his boss.
|
|
Serge:
|
"Really now. And it's something you
couldn't handle yourself?"
|
|
Julien Marathe:
|
"Normally i'd simply deal with it,
but. . .i'ts a rather sensitive subject, relating to a lot of. .
security issues?"
|
|
Serge:
|
"All right, go on..."
|
|
Julien Marathe:
|
He leads them some distance from the
main staircase, into a quiet and secluded nook. For a long moment,
he pauses, as if choosing the right words. Finally, he nods, and
speaks, his voice hushed.
|
|
Julien Marathe:
|
"Dwarves"
|
|
Serge:
|
Serge's heart sinks. Dwarf business.
|
|
Balak:
|
The old dwarf roars with laughter,
slamming his tankard on the varnished bar-top. "THAT IS JUST LIKE
A DAMN HAMMERHAND! BLOODY BLOODY MINDED!"
|
|
Wil:
|
Wil elbows Serge. "It's these
guys!"
|
|
Wil:
|
"...oh god dice no."
|
|
Hammehand Dwarf:
|
Another dwarf, bearing the off facial
scars of a generation spent in the mines of stormpoint, sucks in a
lungfull of air, and continues his impresonation of a long dead
officer. "IF THE DAHM HUMANS WANT TO BUILD THEIR WALLS, THEN WE'LL
SALVAG EIT RIGHT OUT FROM UNDER THEM, ahahahha, and then we did!"
|
|
Serge:
|
"As long as nobody starts divining
with them, I think we'll be okay, Wil."
|
|
Serge:
|
Serge turns to face the dwarves. "All
right, fellows, what business have you got for me?"
|
|
Dastot:
|
Another dwarf, his accent thick,
sighs, and nods. "Sounds like an old captain I had. Wyrmbane.
Nasty sorts, and never, ever, ever back down. Ocne saw him sink
into a lake and walk across the bottom, rather than recognise the
army man who was running the ferry!"
|
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
"COUNNNT SERGEEEEEE!" The young dwarf
who serge met long, long ago in far less pleasant circumstances,
barrels up to him, grabbing him around the shoulders and slapping
him on the chest. "Our benefactor! Our friend! Come, drink with
us, both of you! I can tell the story about the time when Wil
almost pulled my lungs out with his mind!"
|
|
Serge:
|
Ooooggggggfffffffff.
|
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
"Come, come! We're swapping tales!"
|
|
Serge:
|
"And you almost knocked my own lungs
out just now, so we're even!"
|
|
Wil:
|
"It was a time yes!" Wil acknowledges
with feigned enthusiasm.
|
|
Serge:
|
Serge perches on one of the barstools
and has the barkeep pour him and Wil a couple fingers of brandy.
|
|
Serge:
|
"The good stuff, not the swill you
foist on the tourists, I mean."
|
|
Serge:
|
"Might as well be drinking bodac." Guh.
|
|
Wil:
|
Wil follows along with the intention
of making it a hand. "Serge was just saying, we need to catch up
with those guys." He remarks to the dwarven contingent.
|
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
The dwarves seem to simply be having a
boisterous drunkan chat, but it doens't take long for serge to see
the problem. Those of you playing at home, see if you can spot it!
"We were swapping tales. One thing led to another, let's see uh, I
told them about the time that you lot gutted those pelorite
bastards in Baelamar, and Balak was talking about the vampires
that used to run this joint. then our new friend haldred mentioned
his old officer from the rebellion- hammerhand of course- and
dastot has mainly been on about his old naval commanders. Damn,
they summoned a giant aquatic pyrohydra from the ocean, did they?
Rough stuff! I'm surised you didn't jump that fey bastard that
turned up at court! Say, is the duek really insane?"
|
fritz is disconnected.
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
oh damn fritz missed a spiel
|
|
Serge:
|
I'll whisper it to him when he
reconnects
|
|
Serge:
|
Serge all-but-audibly winces as Berad
rattles off a wide variety of secrets and almost-secrets.
|
|
Wil:
|
"...how much have you gentlemen been
drinking?"
|
|
barkeep:
|
"Yrah they've uh, been talkin up a
storm today. . normally aren't this chatty. . "
|
fritz has connected.
|
Wil:
|
"Like, I was pretty sure we only had
so much in the entire town, but...clearly. Your blood could be
bottled and thrown to set lakes ablaze."
|
Wil whispers: the only counter
to truth: the best bluff scores in the party.
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
"Oh, not much! Say Wil, is it true
that you lot had to burn down an observatory up in the mountains
north of baelamar? Something about sky spiders? I heard it from a
tribal one time."
|
|
Serge:
|
"You fellows don't believe everything
you hear about us, don'tcha?"
|
|
barkeep:
|
"Last call folks! I think the count
might want to ahve a talk to these dwarves about, heh, making up
tales!" Like every barkeep in town, this guy works for both the
guild, and the count.
|
|
Wil:
|
"One, we did not burn it down. Two,
they were only spiders in the sense of having more limbs than you
or I. And three, maybe."
|
|
barkeep:
|
"Better check the taps. . " He ambles
out of the conversation as soon as the bar is cleared.
|
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
"So join us lads! You must have some
damn fine tales to tell!"
|
|
Serge:
|
Serge gives a nod of understanding to
the barkeep. Yeah, he'll get a little extra for bringing it to
Julien's attention. He's heard the fellow has a big family.
|
You whisper to fritz: Berad
Bardanson: The dwarves seem to simply be having a boisterous drunkan
chat, but it doens't take long for serge to see the problem. Those of
you playing at home, see if you can spot it! "We were swapping tales.
One thing led to another, let's see uh, I told them about the time that
you lot gutted those pelorite bastards in Baelamar, and Balak was
talking about the vampires that used to run this joint. then our new
friend haldred mentioned his old officer from the rebellion- hammerhand
of course- and dastot has mainly been on about his old naval commanders.
Damn, they summoned a giant aquatic pyrohydra from the ocean, did they?
Rough stuff! I'm surised you didn't jump that fey bastard that turned up
at court! Say, is the duek really insane?"
You whisper to fritz: that's
the main thing you missed
fritz whispers: thx
fritz whispers: last i saw: Wil
follows along with the intention of making it a hand. "Serge was just
saying, we need to catch up with those guys." He remarks to the dwarven
contingent.
|
Wil:
|
"Well. It depends. What sort of dragon
you like to hear about being slain? Living dragon? Dead dragon?
Undead dragon? Fake dragon?"
|
elfDM:
|
And so, a quandry. Draves with
suddenly loose lips, no doubt in part brought on by the joining of
so many seperate paths- the baelamar dwarves, the locals, the few
fred slaves who came ashore when sick, and evne one from the
realm. But the result could be a lot of loose talk. . then again
they've dwarves, it's not like you can lecture them and expect it
to work.
|
elfDM:
|
Of course, there are many tales about
the heroes that are common knwoleg,e or not particularly. . worth
keeping secret. So maybe what's needed here is a bit of. .
creative redirection.
|
|
Serge:
|
Yeah, we can't just yell at them about
state secrets.
|
|
Wil:
|
i have a possible solution to the
issue of claim-validity
|
|
Serge:
|
"You have to understand, fellows, most
of those stories are made up. People see the plays, they get a
glimpse of us at the Champion's Games, one thing leads to another,
pretty soon you can't tell real from fake."
|
|
Wil:
|
we just ask them to fact-check with
the wilandrians. then they say 'oh, we heard it from ____,' and no
one will listen
|
|
Serge:
|
"I mean, who the hell ever heard of an
aquatic pyrohydra? Water and fire don't mix. Someone must have
been getting too deep into the absinthe on that one."
|
|
Wil:
|
"You know who keeps the best records
on us and ours? The Wilandrians."
|
|
Serge:
|
Serge picks up on that one right quick.
|
|
Wil:
|
"Just ask any of them about my
misadventures and those of the count here, and they will be able
to separate the wheat from the chaff pretty quick. And get you
drunker than dogs."
|
|
Dastot:
|
"Well, we certainly called up
something out there!" And here another problem. A lot of this is
semi first hand. Each of these dwarves has certainly Seen some Shit
|
|
Serge:
|
Ah yes.
|
|
Balak:
|
Even if they didn't realise what it
was at the time.
|
|
Devar:
|
clearly the case of not enough forges.
these guys haven't got anything to do
|
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
"The Wilandrians, eh? Well, we're just
talkin, ya know? No need ro trapise across town for that! Hey, was
edwin malich really jack of bloody chains?"
|
|
Serge:
|
!
|
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
"I mean, somebody mentioned it, and I
was in their face about it! 'you dolt', I said, 'do you think
these guys would be dumb enough not to notice that guy in their
midst'??"
|
|
Wil:
|
"You guys really do hear a
lot of odd things."
|
|
Serge:
|
"Let's not speak ill of the dead here.
I wouldn't wish being Edwin Malich on anyone, especially not Jack
of Chains. Ha!"
|
|
Wil:
|
"Well, thank you for
thinking well enough of us to not buy that one without checking
the price first. Heh."
|
|
Balak:
|
"Yeah well, I worked for a vampire
coterie for six years and didn't notice. I ain't one to judge. The
count was a nice fellow, though."
|
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
"haa haa haa, good one!"
|
elfDM:
|
ok so, each of you can roll a skill to
resovle this quandry
|
elfDM:
|
use whatever strategy you want,
really, but let's see how well you do
|
|
Serge:
|
Yeah, exactly how public did we
make the nature of the old guard in this city?
|
|
Serge:
|
Not very, I don't think.
|
elfDM:
|
Honeslty, it's a bit odd for them to
be talking like this, but maybe they aren't as tight lipped as you
assumed
|
elfDM:
|
but i mean, that was a hell of a brawl
|
|
Wil:
|
well, worse comes to worse, why don't
we just trust them
|
elfDM:
|
word was bound to see[ around
eventually
|
elfDM:
|
And that guy ltierally worked here,
and iirc may even have been involved in resonstruction
|
|
Wil:
|
and be like, hey guys. it would do us
a huge solid to not blab. btw have you noticed we are nascent
godlings + own the city. it would be really cool for you to have
friends high up
|
elfDM:
|
he's the foreman of the gang sthat do
the building, remember
|
elfDM:
|
you can just ask if you like
|
|
Serge:
|
ooh right. I can never keep these
dwarves straight, they all look alike to me
|
|
Serge:
|
I'm thinking we want to do this
two-pronged, suss out just how much these guys know and then wil
can convince them to keep it all on the down-low with his tongue
of the sun and moon
|
|
Wil:
|
"Well. Hm." Wil looks to Serge. "You
know what I think you need to do here, Count?"
|
|
Wil:
|
"Deputize." Wil grins broadly.
|
|
Serge:
|
"Do tell, do tell."
|
|
Serge:
|
so I'm going to do Streetwise « 1d20+20
= 19 + 20 = 39 »—just
how common are these kind of rumors in the population, especially
the dwarves?
|
|
Wil:
|
! !
|
|
barkeep:
|
"Funny thing guvnor. . .before they
sat down I don't think they knew half of what they were on about.
It was like they were piercing it together on the spot, you know?"
|
|
Wil:
|
"Realistically, it would be best for
everyone involved if you lot---" Wil looks around to ruddy little
drunken bearded faces. "Tell the Count here everything
you've heard and shared lately that you think is worth talking
about...and then the Count---" Wil looks back to Serge.
"---determines if ---and trust me, it'll be when more than if ---
he could use a few more ears to the ground and eyes on the crowd,
you follow me?"
|
|
barkeep:
|
"I almost wondered if your uh, friends
follwoers had been putting something in the hops! A right little
stunter intrigue brainstorming session, thy've been goin' all day!
Strangest thing to watch. . kind of why i sent word."
|
|
barkeep:
|
"Just. . seemed odd, you know?"
|
|
Serge:
|
"Yeah, I get you."
|
|
Serge:
|
"Hmm..."
|
|
Devar:
|
that IS the bar where Wil caused that
fuckery with the dice
|
elfDM:
|
Serge's streetwise roll reveals that
yes, dwarves know a lot, and don't really give a shit about
secrets, that much. But they're being extremly loose lipped here.
. all of a sudden, and seem to have figure out a fair bit of stuff
by conferring. . all of a sudden.
|
*
Wil
is going to make some friends and cement some incidental contacts here
without accidentally ruining Everything t.i.a.
|
Serge:
|
"You heard anything about stuff like
that happening anywhere else in town, or just here?"
|
|
Serge:
|
Nice Two
|
|
Wil:
|
it serves well enough :-/
|
|
Serge:
|
teh
|
|
Devar:
|
Encounter Reroll
|
|
Serge:
|
that's me
|
|
barkeep:
|
"It's been a wierd day. Something in
the air or something." He shrugs.
|
|
Serge:
|
I think wil used his action point
yesterday
|
elfDM:
|
it's 2 successes, iirc
|
|
Devar:
|
oh that was Wilnot Serge
|
|
Wil:
|
yeah i have a daily reroll that i've
yet to. but let's hope for a More Important Roll or at least
anything else to come up
|
|
Wil:
|
"...so you see, gentlemen. You show us
yours in order to see ours, as it were."
|
|
Serge:
|
"So just today then. Funny how it
starts when we come back..."
|
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
"Oh aye, I see what yo're sayin, wil.
Not sure why we were talkin so much. . .in future, we'll keep it
in our beards a bit more, aye lads? Plenty of friends and family
to talk about, is the main thing!"
|
|
barkeep:
|
He shrugs. As an agent, he's more
perceptive than he looks. "Did seem to sorte whip up the last hour
or so."
|
|
barkeep:
|
(also serge's streetwise roll in part
represented this guy being very well selected for his role in this
scene!)
|
|
Serge:
|
"Okay. I think Wil's got this lot in
hand. If you hear anything else, make sure to let us know. But I
think they'll stop blabbing so much in, oh, about nine hours or
so."
|
|
Wil:
|
"Fair enough. But do come to Serge's
right-hand if you hear anything in future, you hear? I know I'd
like to hear any fun stories you catch wind of. It's more boring
than you think out there."
|
|
barkeep:
|
"Yeah, kind of odd. We don't tend to
get much uh, blowback, you know? Even the Wilandrians are pretty
ordinary, really."
|
|
Serge:
|
"Let 'em drink on me the rest of the
day, and I'll have the Honest Gentlemen put a little extra in your
pouch this week."
|
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
"Sure thing! We'll keep ya posted!"
|
|
Serge:
|
"And give 'em the strong stuff."
|
|
barkeep:
|
He nods. "Best damn job i ever had.
|
|
Devar:
|
Honest Gentleman = The local thieve's
organization
|
|
Devar:
|
just precisely the sort of thing Devar
never hears aout
|
|
Serge:
|
Serge nods his head and rejoins the
chatty dwarves.
|
|
Serge:
|
"So Wil told you about the little
partnership we had in mind for you! Great. Let's celebrate! It's
on me."
|
|
Wil:
|
"Hooray!"
|
|
Serge:
|
"Open bar, men!"
|
|
Serge:
|
"With luck, they won't remember
a damn thing tomorrow."
|
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
"Excellent! Just remember boys. .
you've done a lot for the dwarves, and we've got your back, aye?
Not as much as dorvan, but still, allies and such, ya know?"
|
|
Berad Bardanson:
|
"Don't be strangers, ok? And don't run
off and get yourselves killed to easily, heh!"
|
|
Wil:
|
"A good plan."
|
|
barkeep:
|
"Alright lads, drinks on the house!
And don'
|
|
barkeep:
|
tw orry about the count and his
friends. They're well taken care of."
|
|
barkeep:
|
"I mean. . as long as they're sensible
about things."
|
|
Serge:
|
"Don't worry about us. And Lark's
Landing is a friend to the dwarves, don't forget it!" Serge feels
a slight pang of guilt at this—he still wishes he could have done
more for their kinsmen.
|
|
Serge:
|
But he couldn't afford touching off a
war.
|
|
Serge:
|
Not before time, anyway.
|
|
Hammehand Dwarf:
|
"We know you had a hard time of it,
Count Serge, but we thank ye all the same."
|
|
Hammehand Dwarf:
|
"After seeing your city, we understand
why you had to be so careful. In court, I mean."
|
|
Serge:
|
Serge shoots the barkeep an odd
look—just how well connected is he?
|
|
barkeep:
|
The barkeep shrugs, and wanders off
away from the reveling dwarves. "Yeah.
. ..can't keep you safe if you're not careful."
|
|
Mako:
|
"!"
|
|
Serge:
|
"That's most kind of you. We're in a
precarious position here. I'm glad we were able to get as many of
your kin as we did off of those ships."
|
|
Raven:
|
"!"
|
|
Fire Dancer:
|
"!"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"?"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"What? What did I say? Why you all
looking at me? Honeslty, why didn't anybody look at me liek this
when I beheaded that cultist in the raw the other day?"
|
|
Serge:
|
"But they're in good hands with the
Dragonslayers. A toast! To the Dragonslayers!" And with that,
Serge quits talking over the other people's scene.
|
elfDM whispers: To explain, the
barkeeper started acting wierd towards the end of that scene. Just liek
vagabond is!!
fritz:
|
"Because we expected you to do that."
|
|
Imre:
|
"Because we expected you to do that."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"I didn't! Who knew they'd actually be
in our water closet?"
|
|
Devar:
|
"You know a lot more than
seems...likely."
|
You whisper to elfDM: yep! I
got that much
|
Imre:
|
Does it look like she was possessed by
something?
|
|
Mako:
|
"What's going on?"
|
brennon has connected.
|
Imre:
|
Imre is wondering the same thing.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
Vagabond scrunches up her face,
seemingly confused by the reaction to the odd phrase she clearly
does not remember uttering.
|
|
Vagabond:
|
She doesn't seem to be posessed- but
it could be a more. . subtle effect.
|
elfDM:
|
imre! devar! dom! MAGIC TIME~
|
|
Dominique:
|
That's a strange thing for her to say,
and Imre is clearly a bit surprised. Hmmm.
|
elfDM:
|
use magic, insight, perception, or
whatever
|
elfDM:
|
to figure out what's goin down
|
|
Imre:
|
nature: « 1d20+37
= 6 + 37 = 43 » « 1d20+37
= 5 + 37 = 42 »
|
*
Dominique
what is this tribal hoodoo
|
Serge:
|
damn, devar
|
elfDM:
|
remember your dily skillswap feat in
future, devar
|
elfDM:
|
um, as if that would evne help
|
|
Devar:
|
it's Diplo afaik
|
|
Imre:
|
"Vagabond. Follow me." I
RISE Imre collapses to the pavement. Mako lunges for him, but
quickly turns to catch Vagabond instead, as she goes limp also.
|
elfDM:
|
man i gotta rewrit ethe whole skill
system one day
|
|
Devar:
|
ahaha
|
|
Vagabond:
|
Vagabon'd spirit rises slowly. She is
after all, and extremly, stubbornly, non-magical person. Her
spirit folds it's arms, tapping it's foot on the ether. "Whaaat?
Is this your way of lecturing me without us arguing in front of
the kids?"
|
|
Imre:
|
Imre darts and twirls, examining her
aura. This is no place for subtlety. "Are you possessed?"
|
|
Dominique:
|
"Uh...?"
|
|
Vagabond:
|
sec
|
|
Raven:
|
"Are they. . aloft?"
|
|
Mako:
|
Raven and Mako place the two
unconcious tribals on the ground, gently. "Devar, do you. . sense
anything?"
|
elfDM:
|
one sec whispering
|
Dominique is not sure what's going on. That alone tells ehr
something. She is extrmely tapped into the power of the world. . enough
to face the spirits if she has to. And yet, here. . something is beyond
her. . hiding in the spirit world.
Devar is reminded of something. . he's not sure how, or why. For a
moment, he is reminded of the broken bridge. . and then a flash of blue
light at the corner of his eye distracts him, and he looks up, to see
something. . .looming over the city.
|
Vagabond:
|
"I'm not posessed! Cut it out!"
Vagabond bickers with imre as the two hang in the sky just above
their earthly forms.
|
|
Devar:
|
Devar gapes up at the sky.
|
|
Devar:
|
"Oh...oh no."
|
|
Imre:
|
"Then explain."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
"I don't know, it jsut popped into my
mouth. I'v ebeen feleing wierd ever since. . well since you
dropped into the salon in the debate. Maybe YOU'RE posessed!"
|
|
Imre:
|
"Maybe I am, but it's speaking through
you."
|
|
Vagabond:
|
She pauses, and looks up. "uh. . ."
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Vagabond:
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She gapes, her spectral arm raised.
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Imre:
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Imre follows her gaze.
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Imre:
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He's ready to send her back to her
body if nec---- !!!!
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Serge:
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cripes
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The voice is low. ..deep. .. slow. . .. .massive, sad moist eyes
peer out at you from the deep sky it strides upon.
"I cannot protect you. . . .if you are . . . .not. . ...careful."
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Vagabond:
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"Uh. . ...I think he's talking to you?"
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Imre:
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yesgreatoneyesyes
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A flit of blue through the ether.
A
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Imre:
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Do Imre and Vagabond grow? Does Turtle
shrink? Both? Neither? The matter is meaningless.
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The tread of hooves nearby. But for the moment, it is shellback.
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Imre:
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"What must we do, Grandfather?"
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Turtle:
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He turns from side to side. It's voice
is soft. First to vagabond. "You canot defeat the dark prince. He
is the saint of light. He is taken up, taken up by the mother of
us all. He will sit upon her throne. Do not cross his path again.
It is a path of bone. I cann't protect you from him."
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Devar:
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whaat
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Turtle:
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Then he turns his head, and loks at
imre.
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Turtle:
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"You cannot face the black valley. I
cannot keep you safe. Light will mingle with darkness, and your
enemy will become your greatest ally. You will die, as trees die."
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Grandmother Jay:
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And yet at this, another form flits
and flickers- the blue light that devar spied. and with it's touch-
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Vagabond:
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". .. this is an awfully crowded
vision. Can I get my cadre in here?"
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Wil:
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".........."
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Serge:
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"Uh... did someone spike that last
glass?"
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Serge:
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Then he notices the turtle. "Oh-oh."
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Turtle:
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A small, nondescript turtle lokos up
at them with the wisdom of aeons in it's eyes. "Be safe."
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Devar:
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Devar would shift uncomfortably were
such a thing possible. He nods his head at Gradnmother Jay."
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Dominique:
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Oh! Does Imre do this all the time?
How interesting.
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Grandmother Jay:
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By grandmother jay flits and flies,
looping and twisting in the ether. She disagrees. She wants them
to find their destiny.
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Imre:
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"What are we to do then, Grandfather?
The River tops its banks."
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bully:
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Brother bull, as always, stands by. He
will go with them. He is with the peoples of the land.
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Serge:
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"We can't turn back. Not now that we
know what lurks down there."
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Turtle:
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"Be safe. The river will run over you.
You will grow fins, and swim as my children do, sometimes. Let the
hunters pass you by. Be not prey. Be apart. Be careful, and I can
keep you safe."
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Vagabond:
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"The uh. . . ."
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Vagabond:
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"Ok, I'll do it. We'll. . .we'll back
off. We won't go after him."
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Turtle:
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"Now she is safer."
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Vagabond:
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"But I don't want to be safe! I just
don't want to be part of some idiot's path of bones!"
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Wil:
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"grow...fins...?"
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But she is already gone. Leaving the champions to face this dire
warning. Shellback, who's ward they walked from, journeyed with them, to
hold them back. To try and keep them safe. Now, he speaks directly to
them.
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Grandmother Jay:
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Grandmother jay flits back to where
she was. Apparently, she is glad at that decision. But her views
are clear of yours. Go forward. Learn, live, risk, know. Her
wisdom and Shellback's are ages apart. She is prident, but she is
not. . ..
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Turtle:
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"Safe."
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Dominique:
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"The river...?"
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Turtle:
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"Go into the stream, as your people
do. You will be safe there. Close enough, in the lake beneath the
lake. No further."
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Devar:
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"Are you saying we should take the
hole and not the stairs?"
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Imre:
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"Grandfather, there is safety and
there is safety."
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Grandmother Jay:
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Again a counterpoint from the jay-
almost birdsong, but oddly, silent. So much to learn!
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Turtle:
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"If you go into the dark beyond my
shell. You will die."
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bully:
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Brother bull snorts, his mighty horns
twist. Imre senses the answer to that riddle in his brother's eyes.
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bully:
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All things die, in time.
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Imre:
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"You said as trees die, Grandfather"
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Imre:
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"But there is always another spring."
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Turtle:
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Shellback is silent. He cannot lie.
Evne if he might want to.
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Imre:
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Imre tries not to think of conifers.
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Dominique:
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"Trees die in winter, and winter is
Hers."
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Turtle:
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"Not hers alone."
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Serge:
|
Serge is lost in thought.
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Turtle:
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"I cannot protect you. . .. from
yourself. If you are not. . . careful, . . .. I cannot keep you
safe. Step beyond my shell, and you do so, . . . .without me.
Those on your shoulders . . . .. can only aid you . . ... so . . .
much. "
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Imre:
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"Yes, Grandfather. I understand."
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Wil:
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"But we can't just turn away. We can't
just leave things as they are. They'll get worse."
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Serge:
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"We can't shelter within your shell
forever, uh, turtle."
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Devar:
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"I appreciate you trying to keep us
safe, Grandfather. But our lives are not lives of safety."
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A moment arrives. In your hearts, what do you choose?
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Serge:
|
Serge is thinking of something he saw
when he was young: an eagle picked up a tortoise once and dropped
it from a great height. Its shell didn't do it much good in that
case. There's only so much you can accomplish by hiding and hoping
for the best.
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Devar:
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"As always, I will bring light where
none is to be found."
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Serge:
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"I am sorry, uh, sir. We must go
beyond and see what is there with our own eyes."
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Dominique:
|
She's not exactly looking forward to
it, but whatever's beyond the seal needs to be dealt with. If that
means her death, so be it.
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Wil:
|
If Wil wanted to wait for things to
happen to him, he would still be in bed at the Landing like he was
during the Month of Indolence. And he got sick of that so
quickly. For good or ill, change needs to happen. "I'm going to
kick myself to the end of my days if I don't do something
about that cavern. Better to die sooner without regrets than live
a long and cowardly life with them."
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Turtle:
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The eyes turn to each in turn
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Turtle:
|
"Your madness will find it's match."
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Serge:
|
Serge folds his arms and meets the
turtle's gaze.
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Turtle:
|
"Your luck will run out."
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Turtle:
|
"Your brother will walk beside you, in
the way you wish he never would."
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Turtle:
|
"You will never make amends."
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Imre:
|
It's not in Imre's nature to hide
behind Grandfather's Shell, but he's making some strong points.
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Turtle:
|
"You will not make the choice that
matters."
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Devar:
|
Devar is visibly shaken.
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Turtle:
|
"Your light will not be enough."
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Turtle:
|
"Your faith will kill that which you
love the most."
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Turtle:
|
"Good luck."
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Devar:
|
Devar drops to one knee, breathing
heavily.
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You return.
Unsure, perhaps. Shaken, perhaps. But for all your doubts, you can
eb sure of one thing
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Imre:
|
Imre returns to awarness with a
convulsive twitch.
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Vagabond:
|
She stands, slaming her fist into a
hardwood wall, tears in her eyes.
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Vagabond:
|
"I WANT TO BE A HERO, DAMMIT!"
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Serge:
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Sure of one thing.
At least your'e taking it better than vagabond.
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Devar:
|
Devar looks at Vagabond, "Who? Who
were you going after!?"
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Vagabond:
|
"No- one. It doens't matter! None of
it matters!" And she's gone.
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Serge:
|
Serge snaps back to his body with a
jolt, makes some excuses to the dwarves, and hurries back to the
manor.
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Dominique:
|
"How did you do that, Imre?"
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Julien Marathe:
|
"Sir? You were uh, absent minded for a
moment. I jsut came to tell you- your bed chamber is prepared, and
a mel has been set on the side table."
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Wil:
|
Wil scratches his head. "Serge, I
think things are about to get weirder." Is all he can muster up.
|
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Julien Marathe:
|
"I hope you get a decent night's
sleep."
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Julien Marathe:
|
"Pleasant dreams."
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Imre:
|
"I don't know. I knew Vagabond had
been practicing, but I had no idea Turtle could call the rest of
you out like that."
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Serge:
|
"..."
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TO BE CONTINUED!
elfDM:
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THANKS FOR PLAYING EVERYONE
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Serge:
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thanks for having us!
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Dominique:
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"So what are you going to wear, Devar?"
|
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Dominique:
|
"When she and Serge get married. Like
they completely are."
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elfDM:
|
oh and the explanation is that since
you ported from the shallback seal, wil's crazy magic allowed him
to have some influence over the situation for a while
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elfDM:
|
he was still just trying to protect
you from the dark
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cbass:
|
that's what I figured, sympathetic
connection and all
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elfDM:
|
ok ebfore we ajurn
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elfDM:
|
we have to do one mroe rules thing
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CBN:
|
let's trust wil to arrange for
transportation. let's trust wil to ______________________ ---
thoughts of crazy dead people
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elfDM:
|
You guys have two optionf ro resting,
but since surges vry, you all have to choose one or the other
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dammitwho:
|
dom's pretty safe. i mean how can her
faith kill anything that isn't down there with them. she's only
travelling with these guys anyhow
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cbass:
|
all right, lay 'em out for us
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elfDM:
|
Option one, a full surge restoring
long rest, you amange to get a good night's sleep. Option two, you
toss and turn, worried by shellback's warning. You onyl get a
weak, one-surge long rest, but you also get a reroll, and a free
action second wind.
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elfDM:
|
and everyoner has to choose one or
other other
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elfDM:
|
so you gotta choose as a group
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elfDM:
|
the surge and reroll last until you
use them,
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cbass:
|
I'm the lowest on surges by percentage
but I'd only be getting 2 in the former case anyway
|
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Devar:
|
I am comfortable with either option, I
want to know how Serge and Wil feel most of all as our lower
surge, more fragile members
|
|
Devar:
|
shall we take the weak rest then?
|
cbass:
|
wil would only be down 1
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elfDM:
|
yeah your surges arne't that bad
|
CBN:
|
yeah, i'd only be down 1
|
elfDM:
|
but that is 2 suerges for serge
|
dammitwho:
|
i'm full up for once so i'm fine with
whatever's best for you guys
|
elfDM:
|
and the crawl might. . take a while
|
elfDM:
|
temples yo can summon and shit, though
|
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Imre:
|
one back gets me to full, but i'll go
w/ your call
|
elfDM:
|
you can still back out. .. if you
want. . .
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cbass:
|
I'd be at 4/6 and we have at least a
few sources of surgeless healing
|
CBN:
|
on the one hand low-surge serge would
be bad, but on the other...a free reroll would go a long way
towards mitigating disaster
|
|
Devar:
|
let's toss and turn
|
cbass:
|
what the hey, I'll live dangerously
|
CBN:
|
your luck's gonna run out anyway
|
elfDM:
|
ok, everyone note that
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CBN:
|
may as well get it goin'.
|
elfDM:
|
one free action second wind, and one
reroll,
|
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Devar:
|
Serge is priority target for surgeless
healing for the time being
|
elfDM:
|
and do you r long rest now
|
elfDM:
|
just one surge back!
|
|
Devar:
|
Took an extended rest.
HP: 129 / 129 — Surges: 11 / 11 — APs:
1 — Daily Items: 2
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elfDM:
|
then ill save the campaign file
|
|
Devar:
|
Lost a healing surge.
HP: 129 / 129 — Surges: 10 / 11 — APs:
1 — Daily Items: 2
|
|
Devar:
|
Lost a healing surge.
HP: 129 / 129 — Surges: 9 / 11 — APs:
1 — Daily Items: 2
|
|
Wil:
|
Took an extended rest.
HP: 111 / 111 — Surges: 8 / 8 — APs:
1 — Daily Items: 2
|
|
Wil:
|
Lost a healing surge.
HP: 111 / 111 — Surges: 7 / 8 — APs:
1 — Daily Items: 2
|
CBN:
|
lose healing suge. will always be
there.
|
cbass:
|
posted in thread about it
|
|
Imre:
|
Took an extended rest.
HP: 115 / 115 — Surges: 11 / 11 — APs:
1 — Daily Items: 2
|
|
Serge:
|
Took an extended rest.
HP: 108 / 108 — Surges: 6 / 6 — APs:
1 — Daily Items: 2
|
|
Serge:
|
Lost a healing surge.
HP: 108 / 108 — Surges: 5 / 6 — APs:
1 — Daily Items: 2
|
|
Serge:
|
Lost a healing surge.
HP: 108 / 108 — Surges: 4 / 6 — APs:
1 — Daily Items: 2
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cbass:
|
serge, I figure, stays up too late
writing his "IN THE EVENT OF MY DEATH OR DISAPPEARANCE" letter
|
|
Devar:
|
Devar has bad dreams and wonders how
Mom is doing.
|
elfDM:
|
we'll asume you make arrangements
|
danhenge:
|
because he was reminded of Lake Vision
|
elfDM:
|
put your affair sin order
|
|
Wil:
|
Wil quietly seethes over his inability
to teleport multiple people with any accuracy. It keeps him up
most of the night.
|
elfDM:
|
hye, if wil would just take a
terleportation course ata reputable academy-
|
danhenge:
|
writes a letter to mom c/o Father
Alvin, takes a brief moment to talk to a few folks at the local
church and then tries to sack out
|
|
Imre:
|
imre stays up late doing Sendings to
other calods
|
cbass:
|
Julien wondered why Serge quintupled
the endowment to the orphanage, and now he knows why.
|
dammitwho:
|
dom renews the ritual that
disintegrates her corpse and teleports it to a prepared niche in
the Grand Mausoleum, and writes a few letters home
|
CBN:
|
child 6 isn't just a number anymore.
|
elfDM:
|
i hope i dind't end that too abruptly
|
elfDM:
|
Shellback (
|
elfDM:
|
ahh didn't do it right
|
|
Imre:
|
'daddy!' the little dragon boy shouts
as he runs up the steps into the ballroom
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