D&D 3.5 Chat History - Ikitt's Group

[Kate Orchix]

D&D 3.5 Chat History
Ikitt's Group

Crew: (By order of appearance)

Dungeon Master - NPCs - Ikitt
Richtor Barsten - Male Dwarf Fighter - quakernuts
Britta Bardsbane - Female Human Barbarian - Kate Orchix
Eschaton - Male Lunar Elf Cleric - BinaryMelody
Cauta Asfintit - Female Tiefling Rogue - GuiltyCarrion

THE DEAD:

None. Yet.

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Note: Links from Sessions 1-6 are broken. Some links may show up that lead to nowhere, and most 'blanks' in a person's comments are emoticons that weren't able to display. Some emoticons translated badly to the page and mucked up the formatting - these are too numerous for me to fix, so I'm going to leave them as long as they don't do anything to the history and only affect the cosmetic side of this thread.

Also, all of Eschaton's OOC chatter from Sessions 1-6 should be showing up as blanks. I will try to get around to fixing this, but it will take a while.

Contents:

An Explanation

Session 1 (July)

Session 2 (July or August)
Session 2 ^1/2 (Britta)(July or August)
Session 2 ^1/2 (Cauta)(July or August)

Session 3 (August)

Session 4 (26 August)
Session 4 & ½ (27 August 2012)
Session 4 & ½ (31st August 2012)
Session 4 & ½ (1st September 2012)

Session 5 (2nd September 2012)

Session 6 (9th September 2012)

Session 7 (16th September 2012)

Session 8 (23rd September 2012)
Session 8's Ending (29th September 2012)

Session 9 (30th September 2012)

Session 10 (7th October 2012)

Session 11 was short. (Check Session 12 for notes)

Session 12 (8th December, 2012)

Session 13 (14th December, 2012)

Session 14 (25th January, 2013)

Session 15 (26th January, 2013)

Session 16 (27th January, 2013)

An Explanation:

12 September 2012: This thread is used to keep our group's chat history. We've been playing every Saturday (for America/Canada - Sunday for New Zealand) night for the past few weeks. Seems we all rather like this game, so we'll probably be sticking with it for a while! This history is both here to be shared with the other members of FoG and also for our own reference. Our inboxes are all getting a little full with the huge amounts of PMs we have to send each other concerning chat history...

We use a website called Chatzy to partake in this game in a private chatroom. So far as I know, this Dragons and Dungeons Roleplay is not open to any other players at this stage seeing as we would like to keep it all quite small. Ikitt is the Dungeon Master. Any questions should be taken to him until he tells me to take down this comment because his inbox was flooded...

Each post here should be from 15 to 20 pages long in a Word Document. Not every post is a new session - Check the Contents above to find a session you're looking for at greater ease.

Last edited by Kate Orchix on Wed Sep 12, 2012 4:46 am; edited 2 times in total

Session 1

DM joined the chat
DM: wow you have the same room again
Richtor Barsten joined the chat
Richtor Barsten: MY NAME IS VON RICHTOR!
Richtor Barsten: oh wait...
Richtor Barsten: no Von
Richtor Barsten: damn
Richtor Barsten: CARRY ON!
Britta: .
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 6
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Richtor Barsten rolled a die. The die showed: 3
DM: badass
Richtor Barsten: I found that out
Richtor Barsten: plus ten points for me
DM: I know I just read it
Britta: Should I start keeping records?
DM: Now I'm nervous
Richtor Barsten: Well this could be how Richtor and Britta already know each other at the start of the actual D&D >.>
DM: If you want to Britta I've never needed to
Britta: I'd like to.
DM: sure
Richtor Barsten: We have a record keeper!
Richtor Barsten: Do we need an ale keeper?
Richtor Barsten: I'll volunteer!
Britta: It's nice for other people who might miss out.
DM: Welcome Adventures to my own little world of D&D. The realm that which you walk on is known as the Material Plane, and you are all passing through the kingdom called Dar'ush. It is a kindgom ruled by humans and inhabited by a large numbe races. Dar'ush is in the middle of several larger kingdoms and mostly stays netural dealing with trades from all over. These races group from dwarfs seeking trade, tieflings looking for a new home, elfs seeking knowledge, and many more civil versions of races like goblins, half-orcs, and trollkin.
DM: I'm going to hit my round early ok brb
Richtor Barsten: >.>
Richtor Barsten: Such a tease
Richtor Barsten:
Britta: okey
Britta: Color change...
Richtor Barsten ponders whether or not to play a few minutes of Doom 3
Richtor Barsten: hmmm...
Britta: Nah.
Richtor Barsten: try to scare myself in the few minutes we have, or not...
Richtor Barsten: BUt...
Richtor Barsten: I must beat the game!
Richtor Barsten: it's a matter of personal pride, ever since the game scared me into not playing it when I was young!
Britta: Never played it.
Richtor Barsten: first person horror shooter
Britta: ok
Richtor Barsten: you still mad or something?
Britta: I'm a little annoyed. Not just at you guys, though.
Britta: Had a bad day.
Britta watches Skyrim videos to feel better.
Richtor Barsten is watching dis raps for hire
Britta is watching the Dovahkiin ride around on a mini pony.
DM: As two both have been looking for work you each have paid a small sum of coin to take the carriage ride to Corvis, The Sunken City.. From what you know of the place it is a large central point for trading and supplies being sent to every corner of the region. As the wooden wheels start to lose there bump you realize in the clearing ahead you can see the start of the stone paved road. There is also a small family in the back with you, a man in his late 30's, a women in her 20's and a small girl.
DM: (also pulling this stuff out of thin air forgive me if it's terrible)
Britta: (Tisn't bad)
DM: (any questions or actions guys?)
Britta (no questions) is looking tired and grumpy.
Richtor Barsten: LOOK FOR BOOZE!

DM: xD In the back there is nothing but to large benches with you five riding there. The wheelman is also starting to lash at the horses to slow down. (Give me a Awareness check guys)
Richtor Barsten: uhhh...
Richtor Barsten: how do I do awareness check?
Britta: 20 di?
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: Yup roll a D20 and add what bonuses you have to it
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Britta: Lemme just bring up my CS...
Richtor Barsten: what stat do I add to it?
DM: No problem.. the first few games will be slow cause you will be asking questions what I roll how ect.. so it's ok
Richtor Barsten: oh, awareness...
Britta: Awareness total is 6. My die roll was 6.
Richtor Barsten: let's forget I asked that
DM: Do you have any skill points in Awareness Richtor?
DM: You add your Skill points (ranks) + Wisdom Modifer
Richtor Barsten: In that case, I end up with 12
Richtor Barsten: +1 wisdom modifier
DM: So Britta you rolled a 12
Britta: Yup, in total.
DM: So you both rolled 12 good
Britta: 'Tis a draw?
Richtor Barsten: DRAW!


DM: About this time the wheelman yells "Well it's been nice riding with you folks.. we're there pretty much.." As you two look up as the cart seems to be crossing a bridge with several guards pacing it back and forth, where 10-20 other carts can be seen parked on the sides. But no visible buildings
DM: Also this bridge is very large.. about 1/2 mile both ways and made of masterwork stone pieces
DM: (This where you guys ask questions ect.. do things)
Britta: (Where were we actually headed? XD)
Richtor Barsten: To make this easier on you
Richtor Barsten: Just add an Asterix whenever you're done describing something
Richtor Barsten: that way, we'll be able to tell easily when you're not going to say any more
Richtor Barsten: and...
DM: One of the guards comes up unlocking the stair case and letting it down showing his arms off to the side.
DM: Got ya**
Richtor Barsten: Well...I guess I'mma attempt to cross the bridge by foot then
Richtor Barsten: FORWARD!
Richtor Barsten: UNTO GLORY!
Richtor Barsten: OR BEER!
Britta pulls her backpack up onto her shoulder. An odd sound 'cluck' sound comes from the pack as she gets out of the caravan.
DM: Guard 1 - "Right this way ladies.... the town is below that staircase." *To the sides you pass all the carts stairs leading off the side of the bridge and cuving under it*
Richtor Barsten: oh...ok then...
Richtor Barsten: Well in that case...
DM: (XD I forgot how fun new players can be.. and this is hard without a map)
Richtor Barsten: I descend into the town!
Richtor Barsten: just like I descend into madness sometimes
Richtor Barsten: but that's irrelevant!
DM: *The guard just seems to laugh at the dwarf tapping his shoulder- "It's that way sir.."
Richtor Barsten: I KNEW THAT!
Richtor Barsten: I was testing your sense of direction
Richtor Barsten: It seems to be good
Britta eyes the dwarf. She doesn't remember seeing him on the caravan for some reason. Maybe she mistook him for apart of the family that was also in the caravan.
Richtor Barsten: >.>
Richtor Barsten: <.<
Britta changed name to Britta Bardsbane
DM: The underneath the huge bridge you can see another level build under it like that of a mall you could say. You can also see teh large river underneath teh town as it dangles there, with several pulley systems with buckets retrieving water you think
DM: *
DM: (Richtor could you give me a knowledge check?)
Richtor Barsten: d20 again?
DM: yea plus Int
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten: ...
Richtor Barsten: fuck
DM: xD
DM: Alright your turn Britta give me a same check
Richtor Barsten: well...a whole 2
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Britta Bardsbane: Whole 12, seeing as she has no intelligence in the Knowledge areas.
DM: Richtor to this town seems almost magical. And the craftsmanship makes you envious. Britta you can tell as you rub your hand across the stone walls that seems far beyond human hands, and is most likely dwarfen made.
Richtor Barsten: ...
Richtor Barsten: (Am I the only one thinking it's ironic that the dwarf doesn't recognize dwarven structure? xD)
DM: (You fumbled... a fumble in D&D is auto fail..)
Richtor Barsten: (I know, just funny)
DM: (You could just still be hammered)
Richtor Barsten: (Indeed)
Richtor Barsten: MAGIC TOWN!
Richtor Barsten: If the town is Magic...
Richtor Barsten: Then the ale must be magic...
Richtor Barsten: Therefore
Richtor Barsten: I'm in search of magic ale
DM: As you get to the 'floor level' You can see two large lines of stores selling all matter of things, and the air smells almost acidic as soon as you get to the floor.
DM: *
Britta Bardsbane adjusts her pack and opens it just slightly. A chicken head pops out and gazes about with beady eyes, taking in the scenery.
Richtor Barsten: Do you usually carry your food live? Of do you like to get to know it before it gets into yah belleh?
Richtor Barsten: *or
Britta Bardsbane: Good cooks get to know their foods first. *rather dry expression*
Britta Bardsbane figures finding a tavern would be a good start. She needs to stock up on rations and a drink wouldn't do any harm.
Richtor Barsten: eh, you're no fun...not even a giggle!
Richtor Barsten: TAVERNS!
Richtor Barsten: ALEHOUSES!
Richtor Barsten: actually
DM: Other things that look interesting to is the large pit that seems to be hollowed out with bars circling it, almost like a arena. Three large half-orcs seem to knock into you Richtor laughing as the walk off... saying something in a tongue you don't understand.
Richtor Barsten searches the stalls for anything of worth
Richtor Barsten: OY!
Richtor Barsten: ASSHOLES!
DM: *
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
DM: They seem to stop, turning back to your little size. eyeing you then the guards still behind you leading the others. "Ya lucky short stuff.."
DM: *
Britta Bardsbane raises an eyebrow. She smirks, then flinches lightly as the chicken pecks her in the back of the head.
Richtor Barsten: Is that what the missus said to you the first night you got together?
DM: (It would seem they want to do something but with you being still in the day light they don't think your worth it, and keep walking)
Richtor Barsten: I feel sorry for you buck toothed pricks!
Britta Bardsbane: Ooh, low, even for a Dwarf...

Richtor Barsten: was that a crack at my height?!
Britta Bardsbane wonders why she's sticking around to watch how this plays out.
Britta Bardsbane: "Perhaps."
DM: (There already gone.. but you two can rp for a sec)
Britta Bardsbane smirks sllightly.

DM: (brb getting foods)
Richtor Barsten: I'll have you know, I'm tall for a dwarf!
Britta Bardsbane: (kk)
Richtor Barsten: (Alrighty)
Britta Bardsbane: How short is short, then?

Richtor Barsten: errrm...
Richtor Barsten counts on his fingers
Richtor Barsten: 4 foot something?
Richtor Barsten: I'm 5'3!
Britta Bardsbane wrinkles her nose and gets a foul expression as the chicken again pecks her in the back of her head.
Britta Bardsbane: Ah well, I dunno how tall I am. I didn't want to talk about how short you were anyways!
DM: (Alright you two wanted to find ale and food give me awareness checks again)
Richtor Barsten: Neither did I!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
DM: after you two get done, there is no time limit to how long you want to rp**
Richtor Barsten: (6 for fucks sake)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane: 7
DM: (a 1 is always a 1)
Richtor Barsten: (I still got lower than the person who got a 1...)
Richtor Barsten: (NEVERMIND!)
Britta Bardsbane: XD
Britta Bardsbane: (So, my check is lower than quaker's?)
DM: As you two look up the crowds seem to be blocking a large part of your eyes sight and the signs seem to be too far away. You can't really make any of them out where you are ether.
DM: (Yes sstill lower 1 is auto fail)
Richtor Barsten: Well I guess this calls for a more dramatic approach
Richtor Barsten lowers shoulders and charges
Richtor Barsten: DWARF IN NEED OF ALE INCOMING!
DM: gives me a fort save then Richtor
Britta Bardsbane: (*smirks!*)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten: 17
Britta Bardsbane smirks and follows in the dwarf's wake with no intention to drink with him, but figuring they're headed the same way.
DM: As the crowd seem to be almost accustom to this, they all try moving to the best of the ablilty. You even hear a few scream out. - "Oh God, move! It's Gunther!"
Richtor Barsten: Gunther? MY NAME IS RICHTOR!
DM: You have parted the sea it seems to you Richtor even your surprised*
Britta Bardsbane takes note of the dwarf's name.
Richtor Barsten: CROWD GONE!
Richtor Barsten: LOCATE TAVERN!
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
DM: Awareness check this time (I'm giving you bonus now)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta Bardsbane: 9
Richtor Barsten: (why...why!)
Richtor Barsten: 6
DM: Wow that dice roller stinks.
Britta Bardsbane: XD
DM: If you want you can use the D&D one I link ya
Britta Bardsbane: It was wonderful last time.
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Britta Bardsbane: See?
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Richtor Barsten: >.>
Richtor Barsten: how about we take that 20 there
Richtor Barsten: <.<
Britta Bardsbane: I was 9, quaker's 6. XD
DM: Well good news you can make the large sign that said "Mule's Sack, come and get some!" Near to your left
Britta Bardsbane nudges the dwarf's shoulder. "Hey, that there a tavern?"
DM: Next to it you can see what looks to be a empty shack also.
Britta Bardsbane can't read.
Richtor Barsten: Mule's sack? Honestly they couldn't come up with a name that didn't sound like a donkey's you know whats-its
Richtor Barsten: I can read!
Richtor Barsten: I think
Britta Bardsbane: (Barbarians can't read. I think you can)
Richtor Barsten enters the tavern!
DM: Hahhaa..
DM: Also remember anything you want to do, look around for just let me know!
Britta Bardsbane follows after the dwarf into the tavern, checking the chicken's okay as she does so. Herc docilely blinks.
Richtor Barsten: Examine the inside of the tavern!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta Bardsbane: Same
Richtor Barsten: 6
Richtor Barsten: again
Richtor Barsten: fuck this die roller
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Britta Bardsbane: ... woah
Richtor Barsten: ...
Richtor Barsten: I hate you
Britta Bardsbane: 26 for awareness.
DM: As soon as you open the doors your face get's hit Richtor... by something solid... really solid.
Richtor Barsten: so much right now
Richtor Barsten: injury to face!
DM: You hear a booming voice raining down on you- "Oi! I heard my name, who are you?"
Richtor Barsten: "I'm the fucker that you just hit in the face!"
DM: The man looks large, almost ogre sized.. and his bare chest is what you ran into.
Richtor Barsten: "oh...you're big..."
DM: Britta you have a feeling this is going to end badly
DM: But Richtor you do notice his beard is just as large as half him.
Richtor Barsten puffs out chest, laughably trying to look as big as the man in front of him
Richtor Barsten: "I AM RICHTOR BARSTEN!"
Britta Bardsbane isn't much for politics. She thinks about interferring, then decides she'll only do so if things get out of control.
Britta Bardsbane has a smirk cross her face at the dwarf attempting to be big.
DM: Gunther- "Well of course I'm big.. and you seem to be tiny... Richtor Barsten hailing from where?" -he crooks a eyebrow.
DM: Also side note his still blocking the door way
Richtor Barsten: (Do I just make up a dwarven city?)
DM: (Up to you man xD)
DM: (I'm putting you on the SPOT!)
Richtor Barsten: (This could get interesting >.>)
Britta Bardsbane clears her throat. "He's tall for a dwarf. Can you get out of the way?"
DM: (Also Britta I hope your not mad, Richtor just seems to be getting into trouble)
Britta Bardsbane: (I'm enjoying it. )
Richtor Barsten: "Me? Well I hail from a down and out little towny called Guetenberg. It's a small piece of shite that happens to have good beer and passable women and awesome fights!"
Richtor Barsten: "If you want more specifically, I can get you my mother, she could describe it in a matter that would be a lot more down to earth."
DM: Richtor would feel a large bletch of hot air stained with the common scent of ale down on him- "Ahhh, a dwarf of my own heart.. A kindred spirit.. Oi let's get's out of this pretty lasses way then." -He simplely grabs you with one hand placing you to the side "There ya go lass.."
Richtor Barsten gives a wide eyed expression as he is handled
Richtor Barsten: "THAR BE ALE IN THAT THAR TAVERN!"
DM: The inside looks to be like common pub, both the walls made of white stone stained from smoke. The bar keep is off behind the back making drinks, and several tables seem open.,... but one..
Britta Bardsbane: (Wait, who'd he put inside?)

DM: It's custom made with Gunthers butt cheeks, with a large keg next to it.**
DM: (He man handled Richtor)
Richtor Barsten: "..."
Richtor Barsten: "Keg..."
Britta Bardsbane: (So where's Britta? Sorry, I got lost. XD)
Richtor Barsten: (She can enter, Gunther moved Richtor out of the way so she could pass)
Britta Bardsbane: (ah, right. Ta!)
Britta Bardsbane shoots the two of them an odd glance, then heads inside. She heads up to the counter.
DM: Gunther seems to be already settling into his own table, with large stein filling it with a greenish ale it looks. With his own Keg not from the bar.

Richtor Barsten looks at the keg, then the counter, then the keg, then the counter
Richtor Barsten sits down opposite of Gunther with a crash
Richtor Barsten: "OI!"
DM: There seems to be a older man with mutton chops coming down, he looks your direction- "Something I can help ya with lady?"
DM: (Wow this is hard playing many places at once by myself, I miss being able to talk to my players)
Britta Bardsbane leans against the counter, pulling her pack off one shoulder so it's swinging to one side. "Y'sell trail rations here?"
Britta Bardsbane: (Heh, take your time. XD)


Richtor Barsten: (Hold on)
DM: Gives ya snort, leaning forward- "Depends on what kind of rations your talking about.. We have goat cheese, milk, ale, fresh bread.."
DM: (Ok)
Britta Bardsbane wrinkles her nose slightly, figuring she needs to find a store with ready-packed rations. "Ah, well, what about meals?" She seems to shift the chicken just slightly out of the man's side as she says so.
DM: Bar keep leans on a elbow using his other hand to count- "I got chicken covered in gravy, potato stew... that's the only thing on the meal line today miss. This is a place to wash away worries not a store."
Britta Bardsbane appears to flinch, seeing as the chicken has yet again pecked her, this time in the back of the neck. "Fine, ah'll take the potato stew and a beer. How much?"
DM: "That'll come to 15 copper crowns.. It should be out in a little bit." -he leans forward motioning you listen in as he whispers
DM: *wanting you to lean to listen to him as he wants to whisper something to you*
Britta Bardsbane leans forward to listen as she reached for the gold pouch on her belt.
DM: "I would be careful messing with Gunther I've seen more then one fella end up down the shitty slid in the back before.."
DM: (Ok I got to do a round brb you can rp or whatever)
Britta Bardsbane: (Well, 'ow 'bout we just forget about the leaning forward thing to whisper. He can whisper later. )
Britta Bardsbane: (Oh, wait...)
Britta Bardsbane: (scratch that!)
Britta Bardsbane: (sorry, got utterly confused. I'm all good now)
Britta Bardsbane gives the bar keeper his copper coins, shaking her head. "Ah don't plan to mess with him. But thanks for the heads-up."
Richtor Barsten: (Sorry, brother decided to come in and tell me all about the movie he just saw -_-)
Britta Bardsbane steps away from the bar, eyes scanning over the seats and tables.
Britta Bardsbane: (Aye, 'tis fine.)
Richtor Barsten: (Anyways...continuing where I left off...)
Richtor Barsten: "OI, KEG MAN!"
Britta Bardsbane 's gaze settles on Gunther and Richtor once more. She contemplates warning Richtor of the barkeeper's caution, but figures they should be fine for a bit.
Richtor Barsten: "DRINKING CHALLENGE!"
Britta Bardsbane sighs and leans against the counter once more, this time with her back against the bar so she can watch the room while her food and beer are being prepared.
DM: (>,> my wand died... that means I have to share wands damn it)
Britta Bardsbane eyes Gunther, expecting a response encouraging the challenge.
Britta Bardsbane: (That's annoying)
DM: Gunther's eye narrow deeply as he get's done topping off his drink.- "Ya really think you have a chance lad. Cause I promise ya won't win. What are we bartering?"
Richtor Barsten: "hmmm..."
Richtor Barsten: "50 copper and bragging rights!"
DM: give me a awareness
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten: FUCK OFF
Britta Bardsbane: XD
DM: (In your head Richtor.. you think you can drink him under teh table no problem)
Richtor Barsten: (I know I can drink him under the table)
Richtor Barsten: (I'm a dwarf, it's in my blood)
Britta Bardsbane: (5 silver = 50 copper)
DM: "Tell ya what.. if you can even finish this stein I'll say you win."
Britta Bardsbane has a bad feeling about this.
Richtor Barsten: =_=
Richtor Barsten: "It's go time!"
DM: His grin can be seen going ear to ear at this point.
Richtor Barsten: <.<
Richtor Barsten: wait a tick...
DM: Alright Fort saves, get ready!
Richtor Barsten: FORT SAVES!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Richtor Barsten: ...
Richtor Barsten: YES!
Richtor Barsten: 25!
Britta Bardsbane: (Whooo!)
DM: O,O
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
DM: he slams the drink down. "Again!"
Britta Bardsbane: ()
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Richtor Barsten: 7
DM: (this is going to be over in 5 drinks)
Britta Bardsbane watches on curiously.
DM: his drink is still up jugging, another fort save
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Richtor Barsten: 20
DM: again
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Richtor Barsten: 15
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM: (doing math hold on)
DM: Gunther is already done with drink pouring another, your is starting to get to the bottom and you feel more drunk then you have ever off this one drink.
DM: (One more fort roll)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Richtor Barsten: 12
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Britta Bardsbane slips her pack off and sets it down by her feet. She gives it an unfriendly kick as the chicken attempts to swipe at her knee.
DM: Now a will save Richtor
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barsten: 9
DM: Richtor you start to feel funny and your cloth tigther then normal.. Your eye sight is about to go, and your already seeing three of Gunther and everyone. You have NEVER had anything this power full.
Richtor Barsten: "This...this...you're funny looking...and so are your two twin brothers...heh, I like fingers."
DM: same time Gunther is no where even buzzed, but h eleans forward slapping your shoulder hard almost knocking you down.- "Ahh good job mate, I ghot to say.. I have never seen anyone survive a single stein of stuff. I brew it myself, with a family secret. "
Richtor Barsten starts stroking his beard
Richtor Barsten: "I love my beard."
DM: Gunther beltches something fierce- "It's good to see another Dwarf able to handle this.." -he slides you your prize
DM: (ROUND TIME)
Richtor Barsten: (I won 5 silver bitches!)
Britta Bardsbane wonders where her food is. She also eyes Gunther with some suspicion. Was that it? What about what the barkeeper had said?
Richtor Barsten takes prize and slides it into his money pouch
Richtor Barsten proceeds to get up, but in his drunken state, starts falling off to the side and takes out a table and ends up on the floor
Britta Bardsbane shoulders her pack once more before wandering over and crouching beside Richtor. "Oi, you all right?"
Britta Bardsbane feels, for some strange reason, that it might be worth her time to look out for the drunken dwarf after what the barkeeper said about Gunther. And hey, if he turned out to just be a creep, she could beat him up and take his silver to pay him back. Either way, it helped one of them.
Richtor Barsten: "Someone...Someone put a table in the way...of my staggerin..."
Britta Bardsbane: "They must have left before I could get a good look at their face."
Britta Bardsbane offers Richtor a hand up.
Richtor Barsten is helped up
Richtor Barsten: "That was good...ale...stuff...in the...barrel thing..."
Britta Bardsbane rights the table that Richtor knocked down and sits him down in one of the empty seats beside it.
Britta Bardsbane: "Ah-huh"
Britta Bardsbane throws a glance towards Gunther, wondering in the back of her mind whether or not he'd be horrible enough to poison his ale. Some people were might resistant to poison, she knew. Maybe he did something like that just for laughs.
Britta Bardsbane: (Are we waiting for Kitt? XD)
DM: Britta would hear the high pitched "DING" of the bell with the barkeep coming around with a steaming bowl of stew, pluse a pitcher in hand the size of Gunther's stein- "Miss your food?" -he'ld hand it to her, before moving over to Gunther and hand chat with him.
Richtor Barsten: (I think so...I' not exactly sure what I can do drunk )
DM: (Yea my wand is broken so I got to share which means I will have to take my rounds and walk a bit more sorry guys)
DM: Gunther can be seen clear as day laughing, still sipping away his drink.
DM: Richtor your arms seem to be swelling, give me a Will save
DM: *
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten: 13
Britta Bardsbane thanks the barkeeper, but leaves her stew and pitcher untouched as she looks at Richtor's arms, trying to think whether or not they were that puffy before.
DM: (Good your arms are seeming to stay close to the same size, and your armor is feeling a tad fitting then it normally is)
DM: (are you standing now Richtor?)
Richtor Barsten: "Puffy...arms..."
Richtor Barsten: (Been placed in a seat by our gentlewoman barbarian over there)
DM: Alright both of you awarenss. Mean while a small group of gobbers come walking in giggling laughing talking about some money they just found.
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
DM: (You guys want to do anything, ect?)
Britta Bardsbane: 25
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten: 13
Britta Bardsbane: (Gobbers?)
DM: Ohh nice, Britta you seem to notice Richtor is close to 2 inches taller.. Or atleast you think
DM: (Goblins)
Britta Bardsbane looks at Richtor uncertainly.
Richtor Barsten: (I'm drunk and possibly dying of poisoning...am I to do anything other than throw up? xD)
DM: Good idea.. give me a fort save or throw up!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Richtor Barsten: 10
Britta Bardsbane reaches down into her bag (past the chicken) and brings out a waterskin, offering it across the table to Richtor with one hand while she holds the chicken in the bag so it won't run off.
DM: Gunther starts getting up, pushing pass you two. Yelling at the goblins- "Ahh get your arses out here you green skin little shitters! " The group quickly bolting for the door almost rampling over each other.
DM: (Richtor you can detail your vomiting scene)
Richtor Barsten: (awwww...xD)
Britta Bardsbane: (snickers!)
DM: (if you want)
Richtor Barsten manages to get off the chair and stumble outside before releasing his stomach onto the street
Britta Bardsbane puts the waterskin and chicken away, grabs up her potato stew, and goes to the door where she stands watching Richtor. "You done?" she asks roughly, a little above showing concern.
DM: Gunther still seemingly pissed at the goblins, quickly changes his mood shaking his head- "He lasted longer then I did on my first try of the stuff..."
Britta Bardsbane , being at the door, glances at Gunther and makes a face. "Real funny."
DM: (also remember I'm going to throw everything at you guys, your going to have to ask questions and look for things yourself)
Britta Bardsbane can't help but think Richtor was asking for it though.
Britta Bardsbane: (Okay.)
Richtor Barsten wanders back in, slightly sobered up
DM: Gunther shakes his head in agreement- "I know right? It grows on ya.." -takes his seat again, tilting back to rest
Richtor Barsten: "OI KEG MAN!"
Richtor Barsten: "What the fuck was in that juice?!"
Britta Bardsbane starts eating her potato stew, still standing. She isn't sure what's about to happen next, but she's determined to eat first.
DM: Richtor only response would be a loud snore.*
DM: Gunther head being tilted back, with him napping away infront of everyone. It just showed how littel he cared what the others thought.
Britta Bardsbane spills her stew on her travel clothes and she swears before going and sitting down at the table.
Britta Bardsbane keeps eating and takes a sip of her beer.
DM: (not sure if you noticed Britta but you got a pitcher not a single beer xD)
Britta Bardsbane 's chicken, Herc, clucks disapprovingly.
Britta Bardsbane: (ooh, okay. She takes a sip straight from the pitcher then.)
DM: (It's there way of making sure you get what you paided for heh)
Richtor Barsten goes and kicks Gunther in the leg
Richtor Barsten: "OI! I'm askin you ah question!"
Britta Bardsbane glances over at Richtor, starting to wonder if he's worth trying to help out.
Britta Bardsbane rolls her eyes and feeds a lump of potato to the chicken.
DM: Snorts a half breath of air- "What?.." -he lean forward half-awake "Oh you again... Richtor right? I can't go telling you family secrets now, how else would I keep this place open?"
DM: (If you haven't figured it out, he owns the place)
Britta Bardsbane: (Ah)
Richtor Barsten: "You own the place huh?"
Richtor Barsten takes out warhammer and holds it
Richtor Barsten: "I want to know what exactly you hit me with that causes my arms to swell in my armour...Or I make sure you never get your damage deposit back.
Richtor Barsten: *"
DM: -simply nods smiling- "yea... what of it? You going to check my reflexes?"
Britta Bardsbane makes a grunt sound, eyeing Richtor. She finishes up with the soup and takes another sip from the pitcher.
DM: (give me a str check)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Richtor Barsten: 19
DM: *You start to notice the others moving away from there table, looking worried*
Britta Bardsbane sets her pitcher down, considering whether or not to get involved. She really doesn't need trouble, she figures, and if Gunther's an influential person of this town, then her being seen with a troublemaker like Richtor wasn't going to be a good thing.
DM: Gunther reaches forward grabbing the small hammer easily with two fingers, trying not to laugh- "Oi, I suggest ya cool your jets before I have to throw you out.. and I mean that.." -he points to the window leadin down to the river where the whole city dumps there shit
Britta Bardsbane places her hand on the hilt of her long sword.
DM: "It's my brew... And dwarfs should never fight each other."
Richtor Barsten: "I've fought many dwarves...some for fun, others for business, and a lot for survival...What was in the brew!?"
DM: (xD I have to do another round sorry guys)
Britta Bardsbane: (Ok. Quaker, you mind if I humiliate Richtor by being all "let's talk outside" and rubbish?)
Britta Bardsbane: (Or wait until Kitt comes back?)
Richtor Barsten: (She's your character, do whatever you want )
Britta Bardsbane feels Richtor's asking for trouble. She takes a long swig from her pitcher - probably enough to even out a nice big cup of beer in her belly - and places it down on the table. She leaves her pack with the chicken under the table and gets up from her chair, pulling her sword free of its sheath. She roughly grabs Richtor's shoulder and turns him about. "Outside, now." Without any further ado, she drags him towards the door by his shoulder armour.
Britta Bardsbane: (Shoulder armour... what's that called? I feel so silly just calling it that.)
Richtor Barsten: (Pauldron)
Britta Bardsbane: (ah-ha, ta!)
Britta Bardsbane: .
Richtor Barsten: .
Britta Bardsbane: (Any response, or are we waiting for Kitt again? XD)
Richtor Barsten: "Oi!"
Richtor Barsten is dragged into the street
Richtor Barsten: "What's this all about?!"
DM: (Ok I'm back sorry I'm running around my building just to get back faster)
Britta Bardsbane releases him and glares angrily at him. "You're just going around asking for trouble, aren't y'? You were the stupid fool to go asking for a drinking challenge, so why're you continuing to hassle him? You got five silver out of the whole thing."
Britta Bardsbane: ('Tis okay. )
Britta Bardsbane grips her sword tightly with one hand.
Richtor Barsten: "And last time I checked, you ain't my mother nor do I even know your name, so bugger off!"
DM: As you two are outside you start to notice a tiny shack of a store that looks like it a small gust could blow over. And then you hear a tiny voice- "Come one, come all for your descount potions! We have it all! Private deals to those who can guess the bottles weight!"
DM: (The same tiny shack next to the Mule's Sack if you remember)
DM: And give me listen check guys (awareness)
Britta Bardsbane looks a bit cross for a moment. Not exactly angry, just... disgruntled. Her free hand starts to clench into a fist, then releases. "Fine. Go 'ave yourself a nice death in a crap chute out the back of this establishment." She sheathes her sword.
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane: (Heh)
DM: (Damn you guys can't hear or notice anything lol)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM: (Guess Britta too caught up in the moment)
Richtor Barsten: 9!
Britta Bardsbane: (Blood rushing to her head - too much noise in her ears)
DM: Richtor you don't hear anything but the nagging of a large red head in front of you about to knock your head off
DM: *
Richtor Barsten: well that's useful
Richtor Barsten: well screw everything then
Richtor Barsten: INVESTIGATE THE SMALL SHACK!
DM: (This you two not me, remember i'm not holding your hands hah)
Britta Bardsbane looks quite ticked off, and slightly defeated, and turns around and goes back into the tavern.
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten: 10!
Britta Bardsbane picks up her pack with the chicken and gulps down the last of her pitcher.
DM: The small shack that is placed next to Mule's Sack is very patched together, behind the counter if you can call it that is a goblin wearing a long coat with several vial dangling from it
Richtor Barsten: "Goblin!"
Richtor Barsten: "Whatcha sellin?!"
DM: Gunther nods to Britta- "ya did the pint a favor.. But then again I remember being that size once."
Eschaton joined the chat
Eschaton: Boo
Britta Bardsbane snorts at Gunther. "I don't think many dwarves can remember being that size." Inadvertantly, she just mucked up on the 'joking on a dwarf's size' thing once more.
Britta Bardsbane: (Yo!)
Richtor Barsten: (HEyo)
DM: Snickgit scratches turns his coat toward you waving about the many colored vials- "Anything your looking for, for the right price... I got discount healing potions that can make make a troll jelly, or even get rid of that rash that lushly women left ya. Or.." -he just keeps going on and on Richtor
Eschaton: http://puu.sh/MFrQ >
DM: (as who?)
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: "How about you tell me about the stuff that isn't complete shite..."
DM: Britta you would see Gunther wave a bit- "Well come back and see us again. The Mule Sack could always use some eye candy lass!"
Britta Bardsbane: (BM, want the history? I can send you a PM)
DM: (I'm shocked)
Eschaton:
DM: (Feel free to join)
DM:
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Britta Bardsbane shoots him a glance, lip curling slightly. "I'm not eye candy. But thanks for the drink - the stew wasn't too bad either." The chicken in her backpack gives a rather approving cluck at the mention of stew.
Richtor Barsten: just 20 I guess
DM: (I hope you guys are injoying yourself by the way)
Britta Bardsbane: (I am )
Eschaton:
DM: Gunther simply beltches something loud thinking it was a funny joke
Britta Bardsbane shoulders her pack and steps out of the tavern. She glances around. (What's across the street?)
DM: Snickgit looks almost nervous going threw his pockets- "hey man.. no need to get the guards involded. I'm just trying to make a buck. Maybe I can give something and you just forget I ever set shop up?" -he seems to think you know something, and it worries him*
Richtor Barsten: " i think that's a good idea gobbie, I've already had a few drinks and my lips might be a little loose around the guards..."
DM: Britta you see a Large bowl in the center of town, and looks like people are starting to gather there. Behind that you can't really make it out yet.
Britta Bardsbane wrinkles her nose, deciding to avoid the crowd and whatever they're doing. She doesn't like people much. She starts glancing around for a sign that might suggest a general goods store where she might be able to pick up some trail rations.
DM: Snickgit starts to sweat a bit, making his skin look even more oily- "Well what do you want? ...A potion... info.. maybe a poison tablet for the ladies?"
Britta Bardsbane: (I can't seem to get Britta's mean streak working today for some reason. XD Maybe she's having a nice, docile day.)
DM: (A sore ass from teh ride I would think.. and a whole pitcher gets me atleast smiling at everyone)
Richtor Barsten: "Well let's see, a potion would be nice...but as for info, do you know Gunther's family secret recipe for his brew?"
Britta Bardsbane: (Hm, both work. XD)

DM: He doesn't even flinch till you mention Gunther name, as he passes two small red vials- "Here these should help if ya ever get shanked.. as for Gunther no one knows. All I do know is he claims to be a dwarf.. but I don't about you but your kind doesn't get to that size by any normal means."
DM: Britta you see a sign starting to come into view saying "Travelers Pack!" And can see a older man and women running the front of the store, handling several different kind of people.
Richtor Barsten notices the crowd around the bowl starting to grow
Richtor Barsten: "Eh, whatever, thanks for the potions gobbie."
Richtor Barsten wanders over to the bowl to see what's going on
Richtor Barsten rolled a die. The die showed: 5
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten: fml
Richtor Barsten: 4
Britta Bardsbane glares at the wording she can't quite understand - she thinks she sees a 'P' in there somewhere, but she's not sure - and takes note of the place for later. She's still standing in the same place as before, so can see the crowd glowing.
DM: Britta you can hear the older man's son sitting on a crate yellling- "You need it, we got it! Come on the world isn't waiting for anyone!"
DM: (one sec guys)
Britta Bardsbane watches Richtor go past, then sighs, her curiosity piqued by the number of people arriving at the bowl. She wanders over, trying to keep her distance from Richtor.
Britta Bardsbane: *growing, not glowing
Britta Bardsbane: (ok)
DM: (sorry I forgot you can't read xD)
Britta Bardsbane: (XD Good I'm remembering!)
DM: In the bowl you see a younger man in robes, walking out to the center with a older man next to him. The older man robes are full of symbol and carrying a large iron staff when a blue gem ontop of it. The younger man robes were of plain coloring of grey and only carrying a oak staff.
DM: The rest of the crowd seem to be cheering, and whispering to one and another. "Yea! Teach that kid a lesson!"
DM: (brb ask questions)
Britta Bardsbane: (Bowl? That people walk in?)
Britta Bardsbane: (brb)
DM: The floor is stone as bowls downward into a ring.
Richtor Barsten grabs the person closest to me
Britta Bardsbane: (back)
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, what's going on?"
Britta Bardsbane: (ah, k)
Britta Bardsbane wanders near Richtor, seeing as the crowd is a bit thick for any other path. She listens, hoping to hear what's going on too.
DM: The younger man leans down, seeming unbothered by you grabbing his pants.- "That's Gilladon son, challenging Professor Dumas over the estate.. It's a mage dual!"
Richtor Barsten: "A FIGHT?! I LOVE FIGHTS!"
Britta Bardsbane wrinkles her nose and considers turning around and walking off. However, she's still curious, even if she dislikes magic and it's users.
Richtor Barsten: "Can anyone enter?"
DM: One that looks as if he could be a judge walks down inbetween them, talking but his voice booming above everyone elses magically.- "Today Gilladon the 2nd barters the last of his will to Professor Dumas. This will be the last event today and The rules are teh same.. No killing.. That is it!" -he goes on about other details ect ect..
DM: The just shakes his head laughing- "No you have to challenge someone first..." He just pulls away and starts cheering again!
Britta Bardsbane drifts a little bit through the crowd, adjusting her pack as she does so. Unbeknown to her, Herc has spied a familiar figure. Herc leans over and pecks Richtor on top of his head.

Richtor Barsten: "Well that's not any fu-OW!"
Richtor Barsten grabs the chicken!
Richtor Barsten: "Ya bloody bird!"
Britta Bardsbane hears Herc's strangled cry and spins, smacking Richtor in the face with her palm without a second thought. (What rolls do I make?)
DM: And with that a blinding explode starts as the younger man readies his book, flipping threw pages, the other just sitting there coldly before speaking- "you can no win this fight... why do you do seek to ruin your familes name more Gill, hasn't your father done enough?!" -Then a large barrie shoots up as they start casting spells.
DM: Gill waving the invisble magic waves into runes on the ground as several larger Sipders unearth themself, shattering the air around them as they came into being.
DM: (That would be a melee roll)
DM: (Sorry I kinda got caught up there >,>)
Britta Bardsbane: (That's fine. We're reading. )
DM: (Ok I got to do a round sorry)
Britta Bardsbane: (Melee attack is... +4)
DM: Meanwhile the battle rages on between to two as I am gone
Britta Bardsbane: (So, I do a roll, I guess? Which dice...?)
DM: (roll a d20 and try to hit his AC)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane: (bother. What's your AC, quake?)
Richtor Barsten: 18
Britta Bardsbane: (I think you just had a weak slap in the face.)
Britta Bardsbane: (Or maybe she missed altogether. XD You choose)
Richtor Barsten: You missed altogether
Richtor Barsten: cause it's funnier that way
Richtor Barsten: "I thought I was the drunk one missy"
Britta Bardsbane: (XD)
Britta Bardsbane glares at him a moment, then almost delicately takes the chicken from him. Herc snuggles against Britta's chest and she gently soothes down its feathers before retorting: "I had a pitcher before I left. And you were a bit shorter than what I was expecting."
Britta Bardsbane is obviously in a bad mood.
Richtor Barsten: I'm starting to lose consciousness guys
Britta Bardsbane: (... I can't make up my mind, can I? she's all nice one moment, the next she has a grumpy face but isn't killing anyone? What kind of a drunk is she!?)
Richtor Barsten: Sorry, but I'mma have to cut it short
Britta Bardsbane: (Awww)
Britta Bardsbane: Heh, goodnight, then.
Richtor Barsten: Sorry, but it's 2 in the morning where I am >.>
Richtor Barsten: Later guys
Britta Bardsbane: Woah, go to bed!
Britta Bardsbane: (Has Recorded All History)
DM: (I'll cya man sorry I couldn't speed things up)
Britta Bardsbane: (it was fun. )
Britta Bardsbane: Shall we move back over to FoG?
DM: it's 3am here
DM: yea
Britta Bardsbane: *saves all history*

Session 2

Britta joined the chat
Britta: .
Richtor Barsten joined the chat
DM joined the chat
Eschaton joined the chat
DM: Joy
DM: Britta and Richtor you two will just have to wait a moment as I deal with them.
Richtor Barsten: FINE!
Richtor Barsten: I DEMAND BOOZE
Richtor Barsten: AND WOMEN!
DM: *points to Britta* Bam.. both right there
Britta: ... does a boozed woman count?
DM: You have wine on you I know
Britta: XD
DM: DM knows all
Richtor Barsten: >.>
Richtor Barsten: That's for emergencies
DM: Where is Guilty?
Britta: Bathroom.
DM: Do any of you have any serious questions?
Britta: Nope!
Richtor Barsten: not yet >.>
DM: Britta do you have that detail of Corvis?
Richtor Barsten
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nXGPmn2rxLk&fea...
Richtor Barsten: woah
Richtor Barsten: that's neat
Britta: NuuU! Don't do that!
Cauta joined the chat 14 seconds ago
Britta: Oh, wait... fixed.
Richtor Barsten: you can hide the thumbnail
Richtor Barsten: WE ARE ALL HERE MIEN GRUPPEN!
DM: Britta?
Britta: Mm?
DM: Do you have that detail of Corvis still?
DM: I can't seem to find it.
Britta: Yup
DM: please post it
Britta: Lemme just grab it
DM: all of it
Britta: Corvis is a large city of Dwarven make. Originally built up from the river bed, Corvis was crafted until it was high enough to reach the cliffs on either side of the river its foundations rested in, resulting in a bridge being built from one side of the cliffs to the other. Through the years, the foundations of Corvis fell away into the river, leaving us with our current town.
DM: GC do you have any questions?
Britta: There are four regions of Corvis - the Bridge, the Second Level, and the two residential regions on both shores of the river, near the bridge. The Bridge, itself, is half a mile wide by half a mile long, and serves as a means across the river and a parking lot both. Beneath it, is the Second Level, where most of the stores are located. Sunlight enters only from the sides of the Bridge, so the Second Level can easily get quite dark towards the centre and deeper corners. It serves as a Pedestrian Mall. The residential areas are located on both sides of the river, built into or on the cliffs. Stairs connect the levels together and the cliffs to the residential areas.
Britta: In the centre of the Second Level is a place called the Pit Arena. Here, public events take place, ranging from normal town events to battle challenges between some individuals. In the same general area – more or less across the road – is a tavern/inn called The Mule’s Sack, owned by a dwarf of great proportions called Gunther. Next door to this establishment is a small shack, belonging to a somewhat shady individual, a goblin, called Snickgit. He sells potions and other strange vials.
Britta: There.
DM: Thank you.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Cauta: None
DM: backslash rolldie # sides is how you roll Cauta
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta: I'm gonna need that good roll later...
DM: Ok before hand Cauta was hired to safely make sure a pair of wagons made it Corvis untouched. And in doing so also hired a little help incase the horses sick. Finally making it Corvis you start your adventure.
DM: When you appraoch the town Cauta and Vex you soon realise that majority of it is actually supported from the bridge, underneath the stone slabs. Soon you begin decent into the courtyard leading out into large string of shops on both side of ranging from nic-nacs, to selling goats hide.
DM: (( This is Guilty and Vex time to rp alittle to catch up, taking place while Richtor was drunk and stuff))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM: (( So Eschanton and Cauta you both arrive what do you guys doing? ))
Eschaton:
Cauta: (Lamenting my choice in hired help. XD)
DM: (Your contract allows you still have him for another day or two)
Britta: (( XD ))
Eschaton: Yammer yammer blah blah blah "...I'm just saying we souldn't have gotten stuck in the first place if you had listened to me."
Richtor Barsten: (I'm the prettiest bitches!)
Cauta: (Lovely)
DM: *You do notices as the crowds seem to be growing thinner the longer you two wait there, feel free to talk to each other and anyone. Also the smell of the place is full o fseveral different kinds of foods, and body odor**
Britta: (( Body odor! ))
DM: ((Cauta? Doing anything saying anything?))
Cauta: The Elf likes talking too much. Whether this was a result of stupidity, or just liked to hear itself talk. Shooting a sharp look at it, Cauta managed to control the dislike enough to not frown. "And I've told you a dozen times...the contract didn't specify the caravan listening to my advice. So stow it."
DM: ((Also I wish this damn thing would tell me if one of you is typing))
Britta: (( Best I could get, sorry. Unless you wanted to go on a dating website.))
DM: **Cauta you do notice several of the people passing you seem uneasy, even covering there children's eyes. More so then ever your use to))
Eschaton folds his arms with a disgruntled -hmph- and heads over to the counter to inspect the wares, his anger softening a bit as he turns to look at Cauta . "You need anything?"
Cauta glances at the passing cityfolk, frowning slightly at their reactions before glancing at Eschaton. "Aside from something not reeking of sewer waste and orc sweat? Not really. I'm more interested in finding someplace that doesn't smell like the back end of a troll."
DM: (Both of you give me Awareness checks))
Eschaton: <20, right?>
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Cauta: So, 15.
Eschaton:
DM: **Eschaton you see a sign starting to come into view saying "Travelers Pack!" And can see a older man and women running the front of the store, handling several different kind of people.
DM: **It's the Awareness skill*
Eschaton:
DM: **Cauta you notice the same thing but a bit more
DM: Toward the middle of the town you can see a large gathering of people yelling and cheering on as bright flashes of twisted arcane spells cast shadows everyway. The crowd seems alive with energy!
DM: Britta and Richtor what were you two doing watching the fight about now?
DM: -
Britta: (( Is this where quaker and I can continue? ))
DM: (Yuppers)
Britta: (( We were arguing. Britta tried to hit Richtor but missed entirely. I'll get a little bit of history.))
Britta: ((Richtor Barsten: You missed altogether Richtor Barsten: cause it's funnier that way Richtor Barsten: "I thought I was the drunk one missy" Britta Bardsbane: (XD) Britta Bardsbane glares at him a moment, then almost delicately takes the chicken from him. Herc snuggles against Britta's chest and she gently soothes down its feathers before retorting: "I had a pitcher before I left. And you were a bit shorter than what I was expecting." Britta Bardsbane is obviously in a bad mood. )) ((This was after Herc pecked Richtor on the head and Richtor ripped the chicken out of the bag))
Cauta flicks her hood up, taking care to guide her horns through the slits hemmed into the back. It wouldn't do much, but hopefully the townsfolk would give her a bit more space now. "Well, looks like there's a shop you can browse, Eschaton." His name was difficult to pronounce, but the elf had taken the time to drill it into her head on the ride to Corvis. "I'm more interested in that crowd."
DM: I may have to ask you guys to tell me when you start to write.**
Richtor Barsten: Bored with the fight cause I'm not in it, I wander back into the tavern to look for any odd jobs a mercenary might be able to do
Eschaton:
Britta watches Richtor go, then puts the chicken back in her bag.
DM: When you walk in Richtor you Gunther eyeing you- "Oi, you finally calm down enough? Or am I going to have to throw you out?"
Cauta: ((I tend to go for length, so I'll make sure to put a w if I start writing))
Richtor Barsten: Grunt and walk by, looking for jobs
DM: Cluata you manage to get there about the time the match starts.**
DM: And hear the same thing Britta and Richtor started to hear**
Eschaton: "Crowd?" He blinks in surprise, not recalling having seen a crowd on the way into town. Curious, he follows Cauta outside, relieved to breath fresher air than was in the shop. He loses sight of her a few times, used to looking for her horns.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Cauta: ((You're not going to spell her name right ever, are you? XD))
DM: **Nope xD**
DM: In the bowl you see a younger man in robes, walking out to the center with a older man next to him. The older man robes are full of symbol and carrying a large iron staff when a blue gem ontop of it, and looks as a man of high status. The younger man robes are of plain coloring of grey and mix of a dark marun and only carrying a oak staff carved with wicked runes that seem sharp to your eyes. One that looks as if he could be a judge walks down inbetween them, talking low but his voice seems to boom above everyone elses magically.- "Today Gilladon the 2nd barters the last of his will to Professor Dumas in a dual. This will be the last event today and The rules! No leathal spells, no external help.. That is it!" -he goes on about other details ect ect.. And with that a blinding explode starts as the younger man readies his book, flipping threw pages, the other just sitting there coldly before speaking- Professor Dumas- "You can't not win this fight Gilladan... why do you do seek to further ruin your familes name? Didn't your father do enough?!" -Then a large barrier shoots up as they start readying spells.
DM: Richtor I'm sorry but Gunther isn't taking that as a yes. and stands in your way not letting you walk into the bar- "OI! You deaf now?!"
Richtor Barsten: "No, but my armour is a bit more snug thanks to whatever you put in that bloody barrel of yours. I'm just looking for some jobs, not trying to get into a fight again...yet..."
Britta loses interest after figuring it's just going to be a magic duel. Still, she's curious about who's going to win, so makes a mental note to check back later and see if the kid or the professor won. She heads for the tavern once more, but gets sidetracked by the little shack. She stares at it for a while, wondering if it's a shop.
Richtor Barsten: ((Sorry but I'm being called up for food...I'll be back in half an hour-ish)
DM: **Cauta and Eschaton give me another Awareness check please, and you got a moment to talk or do something**
DM: **Alright Richtor sorry for the slowness**
Richtor Barsten: (Oh, I'll give you an awareness check first for the job things)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten: 17
Eschaton: <15>
Cauta: ((15 again))
Cauta:
Britta heads for the little shack and peeks in the door.
Cauta frowns lightly beneath her hood, eyes snapping between the two men in the arena. Glancing over her shoulder, she notices Eschaton having trouble following her. "Elf. Here." She calls, turning back to the fight. As the names are read, a fiendish hint of a smile turns up her black lips. "Dumas."
Cauta: ((DUMAS!))
DM: Britta you start noticing the small shack where the a small goblin seems to be packing things before looking up to you- "Ahh.. Shop's close, something else I can help ya with?"
Britta shakes her head. "Just wondering what this place is," she says.
DM: ((XD))
Britta in truth, is trying not to follow the damn dwarf everywhere.
DM: Snickgit looks up at you then goes back to packing several potions- "It's just a small shop I like to run.. but it's growing diffficult to upkeep with this crowd. ANd even more so after that attack."
Britta 's chicken, Herc, peeks around the side of Britta's head at the small goblin. "What attack?" Britta asks.
DM: The dual starts with two circles of runes flashing on the stone floor summoning two large fiendish spiders coming into exsitis from Gills side, and Dumas quickly waving his staff sending one crushing into the inivsible wall, before the other burst into flames from the inside. Cause it to breath fire for a split moment before fading off in ash.
DM: **Round time sorry guys I should be back as quick as possible**
Britta: (( Okay. I'll stretch my legs. ))
DM: ((fEEL FREE TO RP WITH EACH OTHER THOUGH THE FIGHT IS STILL GOING))
Eschaton grits his teeth slightly when he hears Cauta call him "elf" again, and stalks through the crowd to stand next to her, letting his frustration dissipate as he watches the match begin. A large chill runs down his back as the two arachnids appear, and he takes a small step backwards.
Cauta: ((Have funnnn))
Cauta notices the elf backpedal slightly at the sight of the arachnids. "Afraid of spiders, Eschaton?" Her smile grows slightly bigger, watching Dumas handily dispose of the young man's summons. Gilladon...the name was familiar, something to do with a particular brand of magic, if she remembered correctly. "I'll keep that in mind if we ever need someone to kill a bug."
Cauta: ((She's a charmer, eh?))
Britta: (( I'm back ))
Cauta: ((WB))
Britta: (( I'll rp as the chicken until Kitt gets back))
Eschaton glares up up at Cauta. "There weren't many spiders where I used to live. The occasional wood-spider was smaller than a grain of rice. They are such strange creatures..." He sighs softly as the creatures are dispelled - he knew they couldn't get to him from inside the ring, but they still left him in mixed fear and awe.
Cauta: ((How tall is Elf?))
Cauta: ((I MEAN, Eschaton))
Cauta: (( ))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((He's the same height as Cauta))
Britta 's chicken, Herc, eyes the fight in the distance. She is much less interested in the goblin Snickgit, and rather in the large mass of people and the magic users. She tilts her head this way and that, clucks, then pecks Britta on the back of the head. Britta, having had enough of being pecked, takes Herc out of the bag and puts her on the ground so she can wander about. Herc, knowing not to wander off too far, takes a few steps towards the crowd and peers at all the people.
Britta: ((... and Britta))
Britta: XD
Cauta: ((Why is the barbarian so short?))
Cauta: ((You should be HUGE))
Eschaton:
Britta: (( *wrinkles nose* Nah, she's good at this size. She's fairly muscular. ))
DM: Snitchgit stops looking up at you pausing for a moment- "You aren't from here are you lass? The devils that burn't down the Gilladan's house.. Killed some people, ate some kids.. Nothing?"
DM
The match goes on for only a split moment longer before Gilladan finds him self slammed into the wall by a unseen force and match ending. And the crowd dieing off slowly as the judge comes out to call it. "Gilladan the 2nd is unable to cast, Dual is in favor of Professor Dumas. And his prize!" -Suddenly a a dark leather bound tome appears in mid air wrapped in chains, with chittin edges. Then it floats down to Dumas as he prepares a small speech.
Dumas- "Today I take the birden of watching over this baleful item, taking up with the Gilladan have fallen. We will never have another night like that." -the crowd cheers in approval as Dumas is quickly crowded as he starts to leave, and becoming surrounded by his own guards.
Britta shakes her head (WB!) and frowns, "No, nothing."
DM: ((Thanks guys for waiting I am pretty much running around this building to get back faster xD))
Britta: "Tell me about it."
Cauta:
Britta 's chicken, Herc, seems disappointed at the dispersion of the crowd. She takes a few steps closer to the pit.
DM: Snitchgit shakes his head finishing his packing about to walk away- "That was pretty much it.. or atleast the short verison. Most the blame was put on family for dealling with outsiders. But that's really all I know. I was gone by the time I smelt brimstone hahah! I got to go.. "
DM: burden** xD ))
Britta frowns but nods. "Yeah, fine..." She wonders what Snitchgit meant about 'demons'.
DM: ((Yea just wanted to let you know I have grammar errors it's because most of this I'm having to write up on the spot))
Britta turns her attention down to Herc, who has almost made it all the way to the edge of the pit. Britta sighs and hurries after the chicken, but Herc is already attempting to flutter up into the pit to the fallen duelist.
Cauta chuckles lightly. "Well, you best steel yourself. There are worse things out there than a few big spiders." The abrupt ending to the fight is disappointing, but the appearance of the blackened tome catches her eye. "Eschaton, can you make out anything on that book? Quic-" As it vanishes from sight, Cauta curses lightly under her breath. "Well, it looks like I need to pay the Professor a visit."
DM: Herc find's himself blocked by a invisble wall, giving him a light shock burning a couple of tail feathers**
Britta scoops the startled and crispy chicken up and stuffs her back in the bag. "How many times are we gonna have to go over this, fuzz-brain? You wander off, you get hurt. Stick with me, you're fine."
DM: ( Is Richtor back yet? Also what do you do Vex and Guilty?)
Eschaton:
Britta: (( Doesn't seem so ))
DM: (( Sure give me a check ))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM: (( Heck you give me a check Cauta, and Britta))
Eschaton: <11 xD>
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
DM: ((Also what Languages do you know Eschaton?))
Cauta: ((...))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Cauta: ((10))
Britta: +6 = 15
Richtor Barsten: ((Almost half an hour on the dot >.>))
DM: Britta you notice the dieing of the crowd and can hear Dumas going on hi srant for a bit.**
Britta: ((Wb!))
Richtor Barsten: ((ty)
Cauta: ((I'm making friends with the Elf by calling it Elf))
DM: Gilladan on the other hand steadily limps toward the Mule's Pack with a small crowd of his own, but they seem to following from a distance. **
Britta: ((How is it said? Es-chat-on, or Esk-at-on?))
Eschaton:
DM: Richtor! Gunther seems almost delighted to hear you came back, giving you a slap on teh shoulder- "If ya wa looking for coin why didn't you tell me? I should have a something coming in later today if ya got the time and want to hear the job."
Richtor Barsten: ((Alright, so what's going on with Richtor, I noticed I wasn't given a response so I'm waiting on you DM))
Richtor Barsten: (alright...same time awkwardness!)
Eschaton:
DM: (( So you can't make anything out on the book Eschaton))
Eschaton:
DM: (( Cauta Eschaton what you doing? And you too Britta?))
Britta flinches as Herc pecks her in the back of the head again. "Cut it out!" she growls. "Maybe I'll hand you back to the dwarf? How'd you like that?" With that, she starts walking back to the tavern as if to make good on her word. Herc clucks non-chalantly.
Richtor Barsten: "Alright...in the mean time, I need something else to drink, preferrably alcoholic and not poisonous!"
Britta: ((Can I make a roll as to whether or not Herc can peck Gill on the head as they pass?))
Richtor Barsten: heads to the bar and orders some ale
DM: **Britta you can manage to over hear Gunther talking to Richtor, before he looks up your way- "Good to see we're starting to bring in some more ladies."
Eschaton tries to focus on the book as it appears, attempting to make out a word or phrase, but he doesn't recognize the language. He sighs again as the book disappears and shakes his head slowly. "No dice, I couldn't read it, it's not in Elven or Celestial."
DM: **Gill is still making his way to the Mule's Sack, he hasn't entered just yet. He seems to be fighting threw teh crowd and the people booing him.**
Britta smirks a bit. "Again." (( I'll just make it Britta made into the tavern. )) Herc seems to be very focused on Gill, watching him through the doorway.
DM: *Richtor you get the same special Britta had earlier. A freaking pitcher just for yourself!**
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Britta: +6 = 13
Cauta kicks the ground, frowning before waving a hand at Eschaton. "Well, something is better than nothing." She nods towards the moving crowds. "C'mon, we'll figure something out somewhere that doesn't smell like..." She gestured to the area around then. "...Like...this."
Britta: An awareness roll - does she see Richtor at the bar?
DM: *But they don't seem to charge you this ether Richtor, Gunther on the other hand laughs before taking his own seat**
Richtor Barsten: PITCHER!
Richtor Barsten: START ZE DRINKING!
DM: **Yea Britta you can see Richtor his isn't hiding by anymeans.**
Britta: (( just thought that. XD ))
Britta glares at Richtor's back. Herc makes a disapproving sound, then struggles free of the pack and plops on the ground. Britta glances, watching the chicken head outside. Rolling her eyes, Britta decides to leave Herc be for a while. She takes a seat at the bar and considers what she should be doing.
Britta figures buying another drink isn't going to help her much money-wise.
DM: *Cauta you can still see Dumas taking his time walking back shaking some peoples hands, beside that you notice the MJule's Sack, Snitchgit's Shake about to fall over and the goblin not there, the Travler's Pack still selling wears.. Umm Gill making his way to the Mule's Sack, and several other shops. Where you going or looking for what?**
Britta: ** The chicken wanders outside and stops at the door, continuing to watch Gilladan with her head tilted.
Eschaton rolls his eyes. "I doubt that we'll find a place with air less tainted until we're out of the town." Nonetheless, he follows Cauta, sticking close to her this time so he doesn't lose her in the crowd.
DM: Gilladan on the other hand comes stomping in, kicking the door causing to fly open a bit knocking Herc chuckling back inside. Gill stop to look at the chicken then back to Gunther- Gill- "When did you start letting in chickens? I thought you gutted them already?" -he takes the time to limp off toward Gunther *meanwhile*
DM: Richtor you start to notice this ale seems to taste alot like blackberries for some reason, also the fact that the nagging human named Britta is close to you again. Maybe even following you? What do you do?))
Cauta pauses, watching Dumas for a moment. "Change of plans. Go find an Inn. I'll catch up with you later." Cauta doesn't wait for a response, pushing through the crowd towards the Professor.
Britta: ** Herc, somewhat offended and startled, hurries back to Britta and sits beneath her stool.
Cauta: ((SOLO TIME))
Cauta: ((Have fun, Eschaton, and remember...less smelly, the better.))
Eschaton:
DM: ((You want to yell anything Cauta? Also give me a str check to push your way threw))
Richtor Barsten: Looking over at the Barbarian for a second, give a hearty laugh. "Are you following me? Is it because of the beard?!"
Cauta yells "Professor!"
DM: ((From what you can tell Eschaton you have no idea, there isn't one in sight sadly))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta: ((15))
Britta glances at Richtor and raises an eyebrow. "The beard is irrestistable, true, but no, I'm not following you." Herc settles down at Britta's feet, going so far as to rest her little head on Britta's boot.
Britta: (( Kitt, can I talk to you in the FoG chatbox for a tiny second?))
Richtor Barsten: Gives a wry smile before downing another gulp of ale "Right, and we just happen to be meeting up like this coincidentally? Keep lying to yourself woman." Return to his drink waiting for whatever job Gunther was talking about
DM: **He doesn't even notice your voice it seems to be drowned out by the others yelling the same thing. As you managed to get closer you see him turn around almost making eye contact before he raises his arms- "People, people.. please if you need me make a appointment I have work to take care of securing this item safely. Now Good bye." -about that time his guard seem to grow pushier keeping everyone at bay as he walks into a large stone opening leading down into what seems a house
DM: *
Cauta: ((Cauta has zero luck.))
Cauta: ((Does that mean don't go back into chat?))
Britta looks at Richtor for a long moment, then glances down at his pitcher. (( no, no, just so I don't clutter up in here. It's not secret ))
DM: ((No your fine. Cauta do you wish to make a appointment?))
DM: Gunther and Gilladan seem to be chatting off to the side, arguing about details or something. DO you want to try and listen in ahead of time?))
Britta has no real reply for Richtor, but appears to mutter some choice words about male ego under her breath.
Eschaton:
Eschaton opens his mouth to object, closing it again as Cauta tries to push through the crowd. He rubs at his forehead, then decides to return to the shop/pub/whatever they were in before the fight started. Perhaps someone there can point him to an inn.
Britta: ** Herc stands and moves along under the stools until she's sitting beneath Gunther's.
Richtor Barsten notices that there is a conversation going on, and attempts to listen incognito to the conversation
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: (( Give me a diplomacy check Vex))
Richtor Barsten: what modifier for eavesdropping?
DM: (( Awareness again xD))
Richtor Barsten: ((oh, well 7 then geez))
Britta looks at Richtor once more, suddenly coming up with something. "Do you know of any work available?"
Cauta: ((Might as well.))
DM: Eschaton you manage to talk to the older man that was selling hides and give a point toward the Mule's Sack, he claims they do sometimes offer rooms.
Richtor Barsten: "I...might. It all depends on how many positions are available..."
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta: "You're looking for work too, huh? What kind?"
Eschaton: <11>
Richtor Barsten looks over at Britta with a confused look, before pointing to his armour...
Richtor Barsten: "Diplomacy."
Cauta groans under her breath, shoving back a particularly insistent fellow. Fine, an appointment. If the professor was going to play hard to get, she might as well just book a time when she could have a private conversation. "Guard, where do I book an appointment!"
Richtor Barsten: ((DM, can I get the definitions for Cleave and Great Cleave again?))
Britta smirks. "Very funny. I meant, mercenary, assassin, guard duty... what kind of work?"
DM: The two guards seem to be standing there, they look at you pausing stopping as one of them speaks- "Sorry you'll hav.." -but the other guards inturptes taking note of your horns- "She's good.. Go ahead mis." -As you walk in you come in to a large stone building that is builddown into the cliff side. There is a lady there waiting behide a counter- "Can I help with something?"
Richtor Barsten: "Anything really...mainly mercenary work, never been much of an assassin. Hired thug, guard, treasure hunter, did a stint as a private body guard for awhile...that got boring real fast..."
Richtor Barsten: looks up from his drink. "It's donned on me that you never gave me your name."
DM: (( What do you need again Richtor?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Definition of Cleave and Great Cleave so I can write it on my sheet and always know what they do.))
DM: (( Cleave lets you gain a extra attack after killing someone, Great Cleave lets you get as many as you want. Meaning you can cleave several times in the same turn if you keep killing in one hit))
Britta: "My name's Britta Bardsbane," she says. "Never been a personal body guard before, but the rest - excluding assassin - I've dabbled in."
DM: (( Eschaton lyou get pointed the Mule's Sack if you missed the post))
DM: (( Eschaton you manage to talk to the older man that was selling hides and give a point toward the Mule's Sack, he claims they do sometimes offer rooms. ))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: "Ah, well I'm Richtor Barsten! Dwarven Mercenary and all around ass kicker!"
DM: Britta, Richtor you can see Gill and Gunther start to laugh a bit. And Gunther swaving you over Richtor*
Richtor Barsten: "Oh, job time...I'll keep you in mind."
Richtor Barsten: wanders over. "Whatcha got for me?"
Britta: "Thank you."
DM: ((Richtor go back to FoG chat please other can read this just try not to yet))
Cauta wonders for only a moment what about her horns made them change their minds, but doesn't question her luck. Moving quietly into the building, she takes a moment to look about the room with the counter before speaking. "Ah, yes, I was hoping to speak with Professor Dumas."
Britta clicks her tongue at Herc, trying to persuade the chicken over. Herc walks out from under Gunther's stool and flutters up into Britta's lap. Britta absent-mindedly pets the chicken.
DM: They seem very secretive leaning talking to you Richtor-
Eschaton nods and thanks the elder and skirts the crowd, moving towards the building known as the Mule's Sack. Stepping in, he makes for the counter once more and waits patiently for someone to become available to help him.
Richtor Barsten: ((Is in the chat room))
Britta eyes the back of the dwarf. He does seem bigger than before, she figures, and wonders if that drink Gunther gave him really was a poison or not. Surely any swelling would have gone down by now?
Cauta: ((Or maybe he's swollen in all the right places?))
Britta glances at the elf that appears at the counter. She blinks for a moment, again stuck on trying to decide whether the elf is male or female - it appears to be a regular occurance that Britta can't tell the difference seeing as so many elves look alike to her.
DM: Cauta you notice the girl seems very short with you looking down flipping threw pages- "Well I think I fit you in two day's at the earliest. I'm sorry but even for you miss that is the quickest I can do."
Britta: (( ... *snicker*))
Cauta: ((Brief for a moment, we went to the gutter.))
Britta: ** Herc cooes softly as she is petted.
Cauta nods. "Even for me? Why the special treatment? I'm not complaining, but favorable treatment is a new one."
DM: Eschaton you find a older man at the counter with mutton chops cleaning a glass lean forward with a funny look- "Is there something you need knife ear?"
DM: Cauta she seems nervous a little quickly passing on the same info- "Alright two day, 9pm sharp I'm sure he'll look forward to it." -she kinda sit there a moment coughing wanting you to leave
Cauta: ((Dragon Age elfslang!))
Richtor Barsten listens to the deal laid out to him.
DM: (( And my god, this is hard I'm trying to keep up with 4 different story lines xD))
Richtor Barsten: "So wait...you want me to go into the pit, fight some monsters that your pal here has summoned, and get paid to do it?"
Richtor Barsten looks over at Britta
Richtor Barsten: "Got room for one more?"
Britta is looking at the pretty elf.
DM: (( Cauta you soon start to notice the lady dings a bell and it teleports you back outside))
DM: Round time! Sorry guys
Cauta: ((Just cancel that, she's leaving in my segment))
Britta: (( I'll play the chicken again while we wait for Kitt ))
Cauta: ((I'm trying to be intentionally slow so I don't break his head.))
DM: (( Nope it's funnier this way Cauta xD))
Britta: (( Poor Kitt ))
DM: Richtor Gunther looks to Gill and as he speaks up- "The more the merrier.."
Britta lets the chicken slip out from her arms. Herc flutters onto the counter before Britta and looks about. She starts moving along the counter towards Richtor, beady eyes seeming rather intent on his pitcher.
Eschaton glares at the man for a moment, then coughs to cover his indignation and regain his composure. "Yes, do you have any rooms available for the night?"
Richtor Barsten: "Alright then, what's the pay?"
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Britta: **Herc rolls a 12 for 'stealth'.
Cauta barely has time to open her mouth before she's blinked back outside. After a moment, the rather rapid dismissal sets in, and she growls in the back of her throat. "Dumas needs more polite staff." Spinning on her heel, Cauta stalks back into the crowds, tail lashing slightly behind her with each step. "At least I have a damn appointment. Hopefully the elf found a room." She pauses, looking about for a moment. "...now I just need to find him."
Britta: ** Herc moves up alongside Richtor's pitcher and pokes her head in, taking a long drink from it.
Britta smirks at Herc, but knows that if Richtor sees, the chicken's probably toast. She tries clicking her tongue to make the chicken come back, but Herc is rather preoccupied.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta: Herc's Con roll. She doesn't get drunk easily and keeps drinking. (( O.O ))
Britta reaches across and grabs the chicken by the legs, pulling her back. She stuffs her in the backpack again and tries to act as if nothing happened... Herc stinks of alcohol.
DM: Alright who first?))
Cauta: ((I'm fine last.))
Richtor Barsten: (Eschaton, Me, then Cauta))
DM: Eschaton you see the older man scratch the back of his neck before bending down to grab a key and laying it on the table- "For a night here, your looking at one silver crown a person.. It's in the back, down the stairs."
DM: Cauta you see the strip mall just like everyone else did, did you want to ask around or something?))
DM: Gilladan- "Richtor was it? I will paying depending on how many you fell, 20 silver a creature. Along with a undertaker amount on your tongue." -Richtor you notice his speech is slightly mono toned, as he still is winded it looks
Cauta sighs, heading into the nearest vendor. "Excuse me, did you happen to see an elf pass by?"
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: "Alright...and how much is this undertaker amount that you're paying me to keep my mouth shut?"
Richtor Barsten: ((That's ok, neither did I )
Cauta: ((Undertaker is to pay for your grave, I think...))
Richtor Barsten: ((then what does it have to do with my tongue?))
Richtor Barsten: ((then what does it have to do with my tongue?))
Cauta: ((Money under the tongue. For the ferryman.))
Cauta: ((>.>))
Richtor Barsten: ((<.< )
DM: ((Sorry I had someone try talking to me))
Cauta: ((The fuck are you winking for, you daft dirty dwarf?))
Richtor Barsten: ((It just happened you tall lanky knife ear!))
Britta: (( You guys are making me crack up! ))
DM: A women was about to tell you who was selling baked goods, quickly pulls back just pointing at the Mule's Sack-
Richtor Barsten: ((DM...I didn't understand what the undertaker bit was about, ignore that bit))
Richtor Barsten: "Alright, when and where?"
Cauta: ((I ain't a frigging knifeear!))
Britta: ** A feather floats in Richtor's pitcher - a gift from Herc.
DM: (( It's ok I wasn't suppost to write it that way Like I said I got distracted by someone. He is going to pay ya more money depend on how many people mouths he needs to keep shut))
Richtor Barsten: ((...you both have green names!))
Richtor Barsten: ((AND HAH! I WAS RIGHT!))
Richtor Barsten: ((So suck it you horny toad!))
Richtor Barsten: ((Edit once more...))
DM: Gilladan - "Give me about a hour atleast to rest for a bit, then head to room 13."
Richtor Barsten: ((Nevermind))
Cauta: ((You couldn't pay me to suck you, you bloated beard guzzler.))
DM: Eschaton what where you doing?))
Richtor Barsten: "Gotcha, I'm going to be over there...getting drunk...or ready, depending on how you look at it."
DM: ( I think I derailed the story xD)
Cauta: "Thanks."
Eschaton reaches into his pack and fishes out two silver pieces, laying them on the counter and picking up the keys. "We might need to stay longer. I'll pay you for each extra night we need, if we need them."
Cauta heads towards the Mule's Sack, hoping this wasn't a wild goose chase
Richtor Barsten sits at his pitcher once more, looking over at Britta
DM: ALRIGHT! So everyone give me awareness checks!
Richtor Barsten: "Got us a job, pays well. Just walk with me when I move."
Britta glances back.
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Britta nods. "Thanks," she says.
Richtor Barsten: ((12!))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
DM: (( Thanks gods for finally starting to get everyone into the same room))
Cauta: ((12...))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten looks at his pitcher...and notices a feather...
Britta: (( 23 ))
Cauta: ((I had shit to do!))
Eschaton: <5, ouch>
Richtor Barsten: "And if that bloody bird ever comes near my ale again..."
Richtor Barsten places warhammer on the counter
DM: (( Wow terrible rolls guys.. Britta you notice the group coming is very different then what your use too. The elf is odd, but the next thing that walks in the door is weirder. That would be Cauta. Eschaton you notice her ect ect. RP!))
DM: (( I have to go get some food pizza guys here brb PLEASE RP with each other))
DM: (and you made me laugh Richtor with teh hammar)
Britta makes a face at Richtor. "Don't make threats to me about the chick-" She gets distracted by Cauta's appearance in the front door. "What the-?"
Britta just blatantly stares at the demonic woman.
Cauta: ((The cloak does NOTHING.))
Richtor Barsten laughs at the Barbarian's stare
Richtor Barsten: "Never seen a tiefling before?"
Eschaton pockets the keys and moves off to an empty corner to wait for Cauta, raising his hood to cover his ears. On seeing Cauta enter, he waves over to the door to get her attention.
Britta glances at Richtor briefly, then back to the tiefling. "A tiefling? Why don't they just call it a demon? It bloody looks like one."
Cauta grimaces at the stares of patron's, muttering about a useless cloak under her breath. Eschaton's wave brings a light smile to her face, and she crosses the room to join the elf.
Britta: **Herc nestles down inside the bag and goes to sleep.
Richtor Barsten: "Aye, but how would you like to be called a savage every day of your life?"
Cauta: ((Preach it, brotha dwarf!))
DM: (( Sorry Cauta Britta rolled high on your spot check))
Britta glanced at him. "What makes you think I'm a savage, dwarf?" she suddenly says, seeming rather defensive.
Richtor Barsten: ((high fives!))
Cauta: ((High fives!))
Richtor Barsten: "The way you dress, the way you carry yourself, the way you overall look. Hell, I wouldn't like to go through life being called a midget...just because I'm at the perfect height to punch straight an neuter a soldier."
Richtor Barsten: "Just goes to show, don't go around calling people by how they look if you can't stand being called by what you look."
Britta: "A tall soldier, maybe," Britta said. "You're not that short. It isn't as if you're a halfling or one of 'em gnomes."
Eschaton lays the keys on the table. "Two silvers a night seems a bit steep, but I suppose it's better than sleeping in the filth outside. Any luck getting new information?"
Britta shoots Richtor a funny look. "And I can stand being called a savage. I come from a family that rightfully uses the name."
Richtor Barsten: "You are a human, I am a dwarf, and she..." points to Cauta "Is a tiefling. Simple...why am I talking so deeply for...THIS ALE ISN'T STRONG ENOUGH!"
Britta: "Yeah, what the hell's wrong with you?"
DM: Alright so about this time Gilladan can't help eye the other two stranger being taking a seat. And approaches the table with a curious grin- "Dare I say you two look out of place? A Elf of fair skin.. and possibly a Acolyte of the Skin, or worst?" -he seems to be hinting at something that nether of you can guess what. << Give me a Knowledge check i fyou want to know>>
DM: (( You two are making me laugh alot ))
DM: (( Fort SAVE DWARF!))
Cauta grins at the key. "Earning your pay, Eschaton. Anything is better than the crap outside." At the mention of information, she diverts her gaze to the wall. "Nothing concrete. An appointment with the Professor. They were eager to book me in..." The approaching man set her slightly on edge, but she recognized him after a moment as the man from the fight.
Cauta rolldie 20
Cauta: ...
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten: ((221))
Cauta: ((And so it begins...))
Richtor Barsten: ((21...))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((We are just fucking up a lot...))
Richtor Barsten: ((ROLL THE GOD DAMN DIE ELF!))
Richtor Barsten: ((SAVE YOURSELF!))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Eschaton: <12>
Britta: =P
DM: (( Your feeling fine Richtor but you do feel the need to get a refill and you do but at the price of 15 copper))
DM: Cauta give me a legend of scion roll
Cauta: OOOO!
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Cauta: ((Class level...is one?))
Cauta: ((So eight...plus my int modifier...))
Cauta: ((11))
Cauta: ((>.>))
Cauta: ((At least I got to use it!))
DM: You seem to think he mention something older then yourself, some form of ritual or maybe just hitting on you in a strange arcane way.
Richtor Barsten: ((How much money do I even have?))
DM: Gunther is starting to snore a bit also randomly, before bletching something foul- "Urghh.. mor.." -and mummbles randomly
DM: (Umm... 19 Gold Richtor)
Britta: ((Whoa, really?))
Richtor Barsten: ((alrighty))
DM: (Also Gill is waiting on Cauta and Eschaton))
DM: (He's a dwarf? And has coin)
Cauta: ((Debating what to say.))
Richtor Barsten: ((I AM MERCENARY!))
DM: *In the Mule's Sack you see it seems to be growing more and more popular as the night is coming. Several bar wenches and rough looking men with them on there sides ordering drinks and chicken. Herc starts to grow tired with all the noise starting to come up.
Britta: (( Have I got this right? Britta has an insane amount of coin compared to Richtor...))
DM: Richtor drinks alot)
Richtor Barsten: ((>.>))
Cauta growls under her breath, tail twitching by her feet. "Clarify quickly, before I make you regret coming over to this table."
Richtor Barsten: ((this is true...))
Cauta: ((When in doubt, THREATEN!))
DM: (Intimated roll!)
Cauta: ((Ah shit.))
Britta: ** Herc pokes her head out of the bag and looks about, then viciously pecks Britta in the back of her head. Britta flinches and flicks the chicken in the head with her fingers. "Cut it out." She shoves the chicken further into the bag and closes it tightly enough so only air gets in for Herc.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Richtor Barsten: ((he means intimidate!))
Cauta: ((15. That...went better than expected))
Eschaton lowers his gaze and speaks softly. "Do not all elves have fair skin?"
Cauta: ((Eschaton, stop being bishie!))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((How much health does a health potion give you and what's it's worth?)
Cauta: ((...oh god, I'm being Tsun Tsun and you're being Bishie. NOOO!!!!))
Cauta: ((Bishie is a pretty boy from an anime. They act all lady like and chicks love'em.))
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
Britta: (( I like manly guys ))
DM: Gilladan sways his head looking back at the growing crowd- "Elf's vary depending on climate and culture. And by your tongue I would guess I was mistaken. But I can't help but wonder why a tiefling would be so far from home. Do you two seek work perhaps, I am in the need of some change."
Britta: (( Just saying ))
Richtor Barsten: ((DAT BEARD!))
Britta: ((YES!))
Richtor Barsten: ((DM *points to previous comment above*))
Cauta snatches up the key, glancing for a moment at Eschaton. "Poorly educated if you think we have a home." She'd fix the man with a curious stare. "I'm looking to kill time, and I suppose I could lighten you of some coins. What do you have in mind?"
Cauta: ((Cauta is soooooo friendly))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Hey, I think he's hitting on me. It's fair to be bristly))
Cauta: ((XD))
Britta makes an uncomfortable face as Herc attempts to peck at her back through the bag. Britta unceremoniously drops the bag on the floor next to her stool and glances towards Richtor again. "How did you come to Corvis?" she asks. "I saw you on the caravan ride."
Cauta: ((Why ask how, when you know how..?))
DM: "If your interesting in having a fun night I would suggest coming to see me in my quarters later then. The dwarfen kegkiller can fill you in on the details. But I couldn't pass up a chance to take details"- Gill would say, seeming to stare at your face Cauta taking every little detail as he talked- "I simply need to check some things with a new spell I've been working on. Someone of your skill and yours Elf would be of great use. I can only imagine how well this is going to go.
Richtor Barsten: ((What's my reasoning GC))
DM: *And with that Gill kinda just walks away from the table xD*
Britta: ((Well... how'd he get on the caravan ride? Why'd he end up there? ))
Cauta: ((...yeah, totally hitting on me.))
Britta: ((... *tehe!*))
Richtor Barsten: ((I beg to differ...))
DM: Nope just comes off that way ))
Richtor Barsten: ((No punches were thrown, therefore no hitting of the on happened))
DM: Eschaton anything you want to do say or even ask?))
Cauta: ((Staring at my face...yeah, calling bullshit. >_>))
Richtor Barsten: ((He was throwing punches with his eyes?!))
Richtor Barsten: ((IMPOSSIBRU!))
Cauta: ((High level magic, dwarf.))
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: (( You will figure it out later, chill out GC Gilladan thinks differently))
Richtor Barsten: ((High level EYE PUNCH!))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Hey, I'm just voicing the thoughts of the woman being stared at.))
Britta: ((Come on you, Rich! Britta's talkin' ta ya))
Richtor Barsten: ((He's like chuck norris, only he doesn't have the beard to hide the extra fist so he plants them in his eyes))
DM: Britta, Richtor AWARENESS CHECKS!
Richtor Barsten: "Moving around, looking for jobs, taking names, kicking ass...that's about it."
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Richtor Barsten: ((20!))
DM: DAMN
Britta: 13
Richtor Barsten: ((FUCK YOUR LOGIC!))
Cauta: ((can I get their rolls, please?))
Eschaton grins to himself. "You have no idea what either of us are capable of, but you say you could use our skill anyways? You're either very confident or very foolish... Sounds like fun. If she-" He gestures to Cauta. "-agrees to it, then you can count us both in."
Richtor Barsten: ((I've been drinking, and I'm still perceptive!))
DM: (Richtor you seem to over hear Gill's talking and guesses it's the same job))
Britta raises an eyebrow. "Sounds about right."
DM: (ROUND TIME RP!)
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, elf! Tiefling! Come 'ere!"
Cauta:
Britta blinks. "What?"
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten looks over at Britta
Richtor Barsten whispers "Get over yourself luv, I overheard their conversation, they might be doing the same job as us."
Britta wrinkles her nose at Richtor, "I don't have much to get over. I don't care if we're working with a demon-looking woman and some knife-ear girl."
Richtor Barsten: "right, and I'm 6'7"
Cauta holds Gill's gaze, slightly uncomfortable under the man's studying gaze. "We'll...speak with the dwarf." As Gill moved off, Cauta releases a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Has no one in Corvis ever seen a bloody tiefling before today? I feel like a freak on parade with all the looks." The dwarf's coarse voice grabs her attention. "Let's get this over with..."
Cauta moves over to the counter by the dwarf and some woman who he was speaking with. "So, you know what we're doing tonight, I take it?"
Britta looks mildly uncomfortable with the tiefling's presence. Her backpack leaning against her stool shifts and utters an angry swquak.
Richtor Barsten: "That I do, that I do. So I was correct then in assuming that we're all on the same job here? Good!"
Eschaton shakes his head. "It would seem that no-one has." With a shrug, he stands and follows Cauta over to the counter, standing to the side behind her.
Richtor Barsten takes another long chug of the pitcher of ale
Richtor Barsten: "I don't know all of the details, but in a little bit, we go up and meet this guy in his room, number 13. The rest we'll figure out as we go along, but there's supposed to be fighting and lots of coin in it for all of us."
Richtor Barsten: "My name is Richtor, that there is Britta."
Cauta frowns. "Fighting. Lovely. All the unknowns just get my heart racing..." She sinks into a stool beside the dwarf, not daring to rest her head on the counter. "Cauta Asfintit. This is Eschaton."
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
Cauta:
Cauta: ((CAUTA LEADS THIS PARTY, MISTER!))
Eschaton:
Britta eyes the tiefling's horns.
Richtor Barsten: "Aye! Ain't it fantastic! heart pumping, liqour running through my veins!"
DM: Did you guys read the part about Gunther in the first adventure?))
Eschaton bows slowly and gracefully. "An honor, I'm sure."
Cauta: ((I did.))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((Drinking contest?!))
Britta: ((Mmhm))
Cauta: ((...my god. I was just thinking about this song, and it came on iTunes))
Britta suddenly blinks at the elf. "You're a guy?" Until he had spoken, she had been quite convinced he was female.
Eschaton:
Cauta sighs. "Here we go."
Cauta: ((Cauta sighs a lot. XD))
Richtor Barsten: "Oh, that's my cue..."
Richtor Barsten downs the rest of the pitcher
Richtor Barsten: "Barkeep, another!"
Cauta: ((I like this drink. ANOTHER! *Shatters cup*))
Richtor Barsten: ((Only when he's really drunk...which apparently he is incapable of doing right now >.>))
Britta shoots a glance at Cauta. "What do you mean 'here we go'? It was genuine surprise! How was I meant to know he's a guy. He looks like a girl with the pretty face!"
Britta: (( Sorry Eschaton. It had to be done! XD ))
Richtor Barsten: "BARKEEP! ANOTHER DRINK! NOW!"
Eschaton stands and grins. "Yes, I am fully male. You're not the first to make that mistake, as elves can be fairly androgynous at times." Clearing his throat, he speaks in a softer, lighter voice. "We can use this to our advantage if we must.>
DM: About this time the large barring Dwarf named Gunther comes behind the counter slamming both large palms down on the table. The worn wood creeking under a small part of his weight- "Oi, so I heard your the next batch huh? I would tell ya to becareful around town but I'm sure you know that. Expectantly you missy" -pointing at Cauta- "Just make sure good ol'd Gill doesn't over do himself. I know after his bout with Dumas he ain't in his right mind."
Eschaton: "
DM: *He also hands you another pitcher at the SAME time Richtor!
Cauta: ((EPIC SERVICE))
Richtor Barsten: ((INDEED!))
Cauta: ((BARKEEP. CRITICAL SERVICE ROLL.))
Cauta: ((GASP.))
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 5
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: damn.. this roller does suck)
Richtor Barsten: ((Add in your modifiers!))
Richtor Barsten: ((You're a dwarf, an oversized dwarf, which means you know your drink))
Richtor Barsten: ((So you can't get any less than 30 on a 20 sided die))
DM: Gunther modifiers are HUGE, comes to 28)
Cauta: ((Maelin Dunkel!))
Richtor Barsten: ((C-C-C-COMBO SERVICE BREAKER!))
Cauta: ((BRITTA! IT'S MAELIN!))
Cauta: ((>.>))
Britta: ((Da who?))
Britta: Ohhhh!
Cauta: ((My multidimensional Barkeep))
DM: HEY GUNTHER IS TALKING TO YA"LL
Britta: ((Yay!))
Richtor Barsten: ((So do we do a slight time skip now...to get this show on the road?))
Britta: ((Oh, right, sorry))
Cauta: ((SHUDDAP, GUNTHER))
Richtor Barsten: "Wait a bloody tick of a second! Batch? How many others has he hired?"
DM: ( SOrry Richtor the first adventure is mostly story but I promise later there will be more fighting as we keep playing I'm sure you understand)
Britta glances at Gunther, brows drawn.
Richtor Barsten: ((I honestly can't decide if I want him to have a british accent, an irish accent, a scottish accent, or all of them...))
Cauta: "I'm beginning to think this town has it in for me..."
Britta: ((Irish or Scottish!))
DM: (Britta feel free to share your knowledge of what happen to Cauta plz?))
Cauta fixes Gunther with a curious look. "Why should I even go in the room if I'm at more risk than everyone else?"
Richtor Barsten: "ADVENTURE!"
Britta: ((Happened where?))
Eschaton places a hand on Cauta's shoulder lightly, returning to his normal voice. "Because it sounds like you could also have the most to gain from it."
Richtor Barsten: "Naw, ADvENTURE!"
Cauta: "Do I pay you for sagely advice..?"
Cauta: ((Cauta...isn't eager to go in this room. XD))
Cauta: ((What's everyone else's health?))
Britta gives her bag a casual kick as the chicken starts loudly clucking.
Britta: HP = 15
Richtor Barsten: ((13))
Cauta: "...why is there a chicken in your bag..?"
DM: "You not being from here is why Gill wanted ya'll to be the next batch. Every since the attack by devils this town has been high strung. But that's not my place to tell you."
Britta: "Because it's an easy way to catch the eggs it lays, duh."
Richtor Barsten stops...
Richtor Barsten looks at Cauta
Cauta instantly perks up. "Wait, devils?! What?"
Eschaton just closes his eyes and smiles. "You pay me to follow you around. What I do while I'm following you is up to me, and if advice is that I decide to give, then it's your choice to take or reject it."
Britta leans forward on the counter. "I heard something about that... what happened?"
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((I HAVE SEVEN.))
Cauta: ((FUUUUUUCCCKKK))
DM: Gunther doesn't even feel right talking about it, give me a diplomacy check to see if you can loosen his lips)
Britta: ((... I'm going to be taking all the hits, aren't I?))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Richtor Barsten: ((My AC is 18 though...and I get plus 5 o fortitude))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Britta: +1 = 18 Diplomacy
DM: ( xD This party is going to be fun after this first adventure))
Cauta: ((PLUS FOUR. 18!))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Cauta: ((...and that's why you don't do diplomacy.))
Britta: (( snicker!))
Richtor Barsten: ((FUCK YOU GUNTHER, TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED OR...OR...OR I'LL THINK OF SOMETHING BAD TO HAPPEN TO YOU!"
Richtor Barsten: *))
Britta: (( AND YOU'LL BE ALL THUNKED UP!))
DM: "Alright alright.. I have a weak spot for the girls... But you didn't hear any of this from me." -give me a sec to type
Cauta: ((totally the horns. XD))
Cauta: ((Men diiiig the horns))
Richtor Barsten: ((Or barbarians...you both got 18))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm drunk, hence the 1))
Britta: (( I think Britta's diplomacy increases with being drunk... she's had a pitcher, so she must be at least a tinsy bit tipsy...))
Cauta: ((Horned Barbarians, and he'd be hopeless.))
Richtor Barsten: ((A DEMONIC SAVAGE!))
Britta: ((That'd be a nat 20 right there))
Cauta: ((would hit it))
Eschaton leans against the counter next to Cauta, waiting for the story
Britta: (( you'd hit anything...))
Cauta: ((nonsense. I have standards))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((I'd hit anything...with a hammar))
DM: "About a month ago the Gilladan's family hall was light up like a torch, and several devils started to appear. The smell of brimstone quickly filled the air. It seem Gilladan the 2nd fathers mind was tooken by one. He killed a small chunk of people before Dumas came down and put a end to it. In the end the town blamed the Gilladan's for dealling with forces they didn't know, and Dumas became the town hero. Now it seems he has every big wig, and guard on his payroll. Gill has been trying to defend his family name but after everything.. there just isn't much the lad can do. But that's how the story 'goes'"
Eschaton:
Britta: ((Like... it has to have an awesome anatomy feature like a blue tongue or horns...))
Cauta: ((Cauta will not sleep with your elf))
DM: ..yet)
Britta frowns. "So what's he working on at the moment, then? Why are we needed?"
Eschaton: Eschaton:

Cauta is silent for a moment, before smiling. "Well, now I'm slightly more interested in what Gill's up to."
Cauta: ((Hey, Cauta is a little lonely. Leave her be. Aren't many tieflings about.""
Cauta: ))
DM: Gunther pushes himself back cracking his neck- "Even I don't know that lass.. but it is about time I think."

DM: Cauta give me a LoS check!
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Cauta: ((FUCK YEAH. TWENTY WITH MY INT AND LEVEL ADDED))
Cauta: ((LORE UP IN THIS BITCH))
Richtor Barsten: "There's some fighting there somewhere! I LOVE FIGHTING!"
Britta glances at Richtor. "Fighting and adventure? Seem to be the two words that get you going like a lunatic."
DM: The Gilladan's name is starting to come back to you, you know of them as some of the greatest Summoners to walk this plane. But that was a long time ago, and now and days it's almost unheard of.)
Cauta: ((Make a note, Britta))
Britta: ((??))
Eschaton ears perk up when he hears the excitement in Cauta's voice. "Still think my advice is useless?"
DM: (So you guys got any questions about anything, anyone, or want something before you go to Gills room?)
Richtor Barsten: "There's a reason I became a mercenary!"
Cauta sinks back into her seat. "...not as much as I originally thought. I have a few things the Gilladan can help me with." She glances at Eschaton briefly, before fixing her gaze on her hands. "...so, fine, useful advice."
Richtor Barsten turns to Gunthar
Richtor Barsten: "My Dwarven brother, just how powerful is this Gilladen now? The one who hired us."
Britta picks up the pack and holds it loosely in her hands by one of the leather straps.
Eschaton grins in respose. "So we are to join them, I take it?"
Cauta: ((DM, by the way, Rakshasha))
DM: (is the demon you picked?)
Britta: ((What am I making a note of, Cauta? XD))
Cauta: ((Yup. Still slightly debating, but Rakshasha fits how Cauta seems to act a bit better than Asura))
DM: Gunther gives you a grin Richtor before leaning forward to whisper- "Stronger then most young wizards, but his age limits him. But I do know his father use to work side by side Dumas. I'm sure they thought him a trick or two.."
Cauta nods. "It seems we shall."
Britta: ((Ask about the book someone!))
Britta: ((I can't, because Britta didn't see it - only Herc did!))
Cauta: "Wait. Before we go...that book Dumas won today...do you know anything about it?"
Britta: (( very quick brb ))
DM: Gunther voice is almost booming about ya'lls head as he starts yelling as a couple of green skins walk in- "Can't ya read, we don't sever your foul stinking arse kind! And get away from my keg!" -he just stumbles back flailing his arm kicking out some half-orcs and goblins away from his keg.
DM: (( he doesn't even stop Cauta his mind is elsewhere))
Cauta: "...nevermind."
DM: *also he smells*
DM: >,>
Cauta wrinkles her nose at the dwarf's less than pleasant scent
Britta: (( back ))
DM: I think this is a good time for me to do my round early so I can have more time on the next part. BRB RP some if you wish
Britta: (( Ze DM is hiding ze book from uz! ))
Richtor Barsten: "Well...I think that's all we're getting from him..."
Britta watches Gunther, then looks at Richtor. "He's pretty protective of that keg for doing what it does... you're still bigger than what you were when I first saw you."
Richtor Barsten finishes his pitcher in record time, and stumbles off the stool
Britta: "Has the swelling gone down any?" she asks, turning as Richtor stumbles off the stool.
Richtor Barsten: "I think he has some kind of magic...thing...spell...curse on that bloody thing."
Richtor Barsten: "And no...this armour's a bit more snug than it used to be."
Richtor Barsten: "But, we got a job to do...LET'S GET PAID!"
Richtor Barsten wanders off to the back rooms
Britta shoulders her pack. She glances at the tiefling and elf, shrugs, then follows after Richtor.
Britta: (( Hey, question. How old is everyone? ))
Britta: (( Like... in-game ))
Eschaton taps Cauta lightly. "A word, if I may?"
Richtor Barsten: ((uhhhh...27?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Totally made that up right now >.>))
Britta: (( *snort* Britta's 21 ))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((26))
Cauta: "What is it?"
Richtor Barsten: ((>.>))
Richtor Barsten: ((Suddenly Richtor seems old...))
Cauta: ((Because he's a year older than Cauta?))
Britta: (( It isn't set in stone, right? =-P ))
Eschaton leans in close to the side of Cauta's hood and whispers to her. "...Gunther has magic..."
Eschaton:
Cauta blinks. "...like you?"
Britta: (( =P Neat!))
Cauta: ((Second oldest!))
Cauta: ((I love how we have two mini-parties within the party))
Britta eyes Richtor as he walks, then finally says: "You're taller than before. That isn't swelling, right?"
Richtor Barsten: "No...but there's nothing to be done now."
DM: Britta without noticing you feel as you pick up your bag the bottom is soaked in something.. that something smelling very strong. (Herc gains a bit in size permently)
Richtor Barsten: ((It's not my fault I fell in with the barbarian and you with the elf!))
Britta: "It's not a bad thing, I don't think."
Cauta: ((I own the elf))
Britta hesitates, suddenly noticing her bag is heavier.
Eschaton shakes his head slightly. "Unsure. I can sense when someone has magic, but not what kind of magic they have. Gunther has magic... Lots of it. He's leaking it like an unsealed beer keg."
DM: Richtor as you start to walk down you see a line of rooms all on the right side of the hallway
DM: *
Britta: She touches a hand to the bottom of it to try and weigh it, but her hand encounters something wet. She sniffs her fingers.
Cauta shakes her hand. "Charming. Let's catch up. I don't need the dwarf smashing everything before I get answers."
DM: (It seems some of Gunther ale was spilled on the floor where you put your bag that's all)))
Cauta rises and follows after Richtor
DM: (Details tell me what you guys are doing.)
Britta , not thinking anything of it, continues to follow Richtor. Herc is strangely silent.
Britta: "What room was it, Richtor?"
DM: The stairs lead down into a hallway will 15 rooms all on the right side of the hall
Richtor Barsten walks up to room 13
Richtor Barsten: "13"
DM: Awareness checks guys!
Richtor Barsten knocks on the door
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta rolled a die. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten: ((6))
Eschaton stays where he is as Cauta passes into the hallway for the meeting room. He looks around the room for another moment, then follows Cauta, his robe billowing around him as he moves quickly to catch up.
Britta: 9
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
DM: Almost everyone notices that room 13 isn't there.))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: >.>
DM: It just simply goes to room 12 to room 14*
Richtor Barsten: ((How can we fail to count?))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta is good with numbers, thankfully, and stops at room 14. "Uhmmm... have we missed something?"
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((14))
DM: Search check)
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta: (no mod)
Richtor Barsten: ((Richtor can't count))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta: ((21))
Richtor Barsten: "It should be around here!"
Cauta: <.<
DM: So you can count but not read?)
Britta: ((Britta can't read or write.))
Cauta: ((EPIC SEARCH CHECK))
Britta: (Weeeeelll... it didn't say anything about not being able to count...))
DM: You see nothing Cauta)
Cauta: ((Wellll, there's nothing))
DM:
Cauta blinks once
Richtor Barsten: ((DM...quit fucking with us!))
DM: Anyone feel like saying, doing anything?)
Britta glances at the others. "Does... do one of you use magic?"
DM: Hey I had this part planned out
Richtor Barsten: "Well...apparently something is very wrong here..."
Richtor Barsten: "Only one thing to do..."
Richtor Barsten walks up to room number 14
Richtor Barsten: "ROOM SERVICE!"
Cauta looks about the hallway. "What...is going on here..." Glance about some more. "GILLADAN. OPEN UP OR I'M LEAVING."
Richtor Barsten kicks door!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: 19!
Cauta: ((FUCK NO, YELLING AND VIOLENCE))
Britta looks at Richtor. "Seriously? That's the one thing to do?"
DM: Richtor you feel that door start to crack, another good kick like that and it could be broken. Also the door is lock and you hear a couple giggling and saying something like- "I think my dad found you, heh.."
Cauta chuckles
DM: (one sec guiys)
Britta: (( okay ))
Cauta: ((WAITS))
Richtor Barsten: "Dad...Oh hell no, I don't have any children..."
Richtor Barsten ponders...
Richtor Barsten: "Well...none tha I know of..."
Cauta: ((And Richtor puzzzled...and puzzled...until his puzzler was sore))
Richtor Barsten: ((Hey shut up, it's the beard ok!))
Cauta: ((Well that right there is your problem. Why is your beard your puzzler?))
Britta: (( bwaahaha! My Open Word Document with all our history came up with a message saying: "There are too many spelling and grammar edits, and Word Document can no longer keep up with them!"))
Eschaton glances about, sensing something odd. "There is magic here..." He passes his hand over the wall between rooms 12 and 14, but senses nothing. "But where...?" He turns to look at the wall behind him, tilting his head curiously. A rectangular glow is pulsing from the wall, in the shape of a door. Reaching for the wall, he blinks as his hand passes through it, then grins. "Found it. Come on." Closing his eyes, he steps through the wall and into the new room.
Richtor Barsten looks over...
Richtor Barsten: "That's just bullshit in a saucepan..."
Britta glances at Richtor and smirks. "I'd have preferred your way, personally."
Richtor Barsten walks through the door
Britta follows the other two.
Britta: (( quick brb ))
DM: Inside you find a large stone circle room, each with deep runes carved into the floor leading in a circle. Above the circle is a large chair almost like a throne you could say. A table full of lold books and the walls are nothing more then full book cases. It's very dusty also.
Cauta smirks to herself. "Earning your keep, Eschaton." She moves after the others, glancing over her shoulder at the rest of the hallway before entering the doorway.
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((I had a feeling, given the Gunther thing. Cauta just prefers to try herself))
Britta: (( back ))
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, this place just reeks of excitement..."
Richtor Barsten deadpans
Richtor Barsten inspects the room!
DM: Up on a ladder on one of the huge book cases you see Gilladan looking for something not even looking your way- "Welcome, it's good to see you found my private quarters. Please make yourself at home.. I'll be down in a moment."
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten: ((4))
Britta glances about. She appears to suddenly be very uncomfortable as if the thought of being surrounded by magic upsets her.
Cauta: "I think that would be the substance on your companion's backpack." Cauta glances up at Gill. "Why the need for so much privacy, Gilladan? Expecting some trouble?"
Britta: "I thought I smelled something."
Richtor Barsten: "That would explain bringing me here...I love trouble!"
Britta pulls off her backpack and opens it... (( DM, what am I seeing? ))
DM: So in short the room is a large circle room with a throne on the otherside of way you came in, the ground also seems to have a open circle in the middle with Runes incircling it. The walls are just full of books like a library. Just to clarity.
Eschaton looks around, taking in the sight. "Lots of it in here. That's quite a barrier you must have, to keep all the magic in here from leaking into the town."
Cauta walks a little further into the room, eyeing the throne for a moment before shifting her gaze to the circle on the floor.
Cauta: ((SoL ROLL!))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Cauta: ((16!))
Cauta: ((...should I have just done that? I figured it seemed like a good time))
DM: Several books can be seen floating back to there formal place by Unseen servants as Gill slides down walking your way flipping threw pages- "Well I'm not the one seeking the guidance of a evil man, that would rather me dead to still my tongue." -he seems to be reading your mind or atleast your forward thoughs Cauta and everyone for that matter. Give me Will saves!
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
DM: Just your chicken, but alittle bit bigger Britta))
Britta: (( Britta has opened her backpack. What's happened to Herc? ))
Britta: (( scratch that, hehe ))
Eschaton: <17)
Eschaton: >
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Britta: ((whoot!))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((FUCK.))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Eschaton:
DM: ( You know it a circle of runes, in what looks like a sharp language it's kinda familiar)
Richtor Barsten: ((ALCOHOL!))
Britta frowns at Herc, glanced at Richtor, then back at the chicken and closes the bag again. She again shoulders it, wondering what's going on...
Cauta: ((I hate you all, so...so much....))
Richtor Barsten: ((BEST WILL SAVE EVER!))
Richtor Barsten: ((21 bitches!))
DM: OH SNAP.. ))
Cauta: ((Has no fucking luck with dice....))
DM: Gill seems to look at you again, like a second glance Richtor before grinning- "It seems your kind is truly resisted to teh Arcane ways Dwarf."
DM: Ok so Gill can just read your mind Cauta xD)
Britta: ((Total for me was 22, hehe))
Cauta: ((I DON'T WANT HIM IN MY HEAD))
Richtor Barsten: "What's that? I was just thinking how those things on the ground are glowing..."
Britta: (( MURRHURR HURR!))
DM: (( Mind Rape, it's happing)
Cauta: ((CROSSBOW UP ASS RAPE WILL HAPPEN.))
DM: (Waiting on you guys)
Britta blinks, looks at Gill, the others, then back to Gill. "Did you just try reading our minds?"
Britta looks a bit aggressive at the thought.
DM: Gilladan holds his hand out with a weak smile, almost like showing off a pet- "It does take it's toll to protect this room from someone like Dumas, but it's my last truly safe place. As for the runes.. well, they help me in my quest."
Cauta remains silent, glancing about at the others for a moment. Britta's mention of try just makes her squeeze her eyes shut. 'You can hear this, can't you.'
Cauta: ((She...is not happy.))
Britta: ((Knocking Cauta unconcious would stop it... right?))
Britta: (( *evil grin* ))
Cauta: ((I'll assrape you with a crossbow too.))
Eschaton senses a will other than his own trying to creep into his mind, but shakes it off. "That's powerful magic. What are you trying to accomplish?"
Eschaton:
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Cauta: ((>.>))
Eschaton: <...fuck>
Britta: (( Gaha!))
DM: "I have many enemies since the fire, I do have to be careful to who I trust. The fact one of you could be a agent of Dumas is alone enough for me to feel the need to protect myself. Now are you all ready?"
Richtor Barsten just looks around at everyone, bored
Richtor Barsten: "Can we get on with this already...I'm already sobering up!"
Britta elbows Richtor and whispers. "I'm not sure about this."
Richtor Barsten whispers back "Money's money."
Cauta crosses her arms. "Well, I can vouch for the elf. I'm the only one I know of who went anywhere near Dumas today."
DM: Gill is walking up to his 'throne' placing his hands on two stone slabs- "If you are of a weak mind, I suggest you turn back. I am about to test my limits.. and I need to build up to it. I couldn't think of a better way to making myself better to beat 'him'."
Britta whispers, "Even if it's the result of having your mind felt up by a mage?"
DM: Everyone give me a awareness check 'smell' ))
Richtor Barsten2 joined the chat
Richtor Barsten2: ((>.>))
Britta: ((WHAT IS THIS SORCERY!?))
Richtor Barsten2: ((thing crashed on me...)))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Cauta: ((16))
Richtor Barsten2 rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
DM: xD
Richtor Barsten2: ((Obviously the alcohol has messed with my sinuses...))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Cauta: ((HA!))
Eschaton: <14>
Britta: ((Uhm... what's smell?))
Britta: ((Oh, doh))
DM: Well Cauta and Eschaton notice the smell of brimstone, and brunt paper.)
Richtor Barsten2: ((Either that or I can't smell a bloody thing with this beard in my face...))
Britta: ((I get a 10))
Cauta:
Cauta sniffs, noticing the distinct scent of brimstone and burnt paper, suspicion etching itself across her features. "...what exactly are you bring out with this rune, Gilladan?"
Cauta: ((Bringing*))
Britta places her pack down by the door. The chicken softly clucks, but stays quiet.
Eschaton scrunches up his nose as the pungent odor finally registers, waiting and listening for the response to Cauta's question.
DM: "My enemies enemy is my best friend." - Gill would say simply- "Creatures from another realm to aid my myself what else, we can start with something small are you ready?"
Richtor Barsten2: "Wait...we're fighting here? Shouldn't we be somewhere...I don't know...more open?"
DM: "Please step in the circle first."
Britta glances at Richtor, at the circle, then at Gill.
DM: Give me sense motive checks guys!
Richtor Barsten2: "Well alright then."
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten2 rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Britta folds her arms and stands still, away from the circle.
Eschaton: <13>
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Richtor Barsten2: ((6))
Cauta: ((FUCK. YEAH.))
Cauta: ((MIND RAPE PAYBACK))
Britta: ((16))
Cauta: ((<.<))
DM: Alright Cauta feel free to what you will with this info, but Gill seems completly friendly toward you. And is not lieing about anything so far.
DM: Everyone made that check but Richtor)
Richtor Barsten2 steps into the circle
Britta looks hesitant. When it comes to magic, she feels somewhat nervous.
Eschaton:
Cauta glances at everyone, before sighing lightly. "Alright, Gilladan. But be careful where you tread. I don't want to risk my life because you summon something you can't handle..."
Cauta steps into the circle
Eschaton can't read the runes, but can't help but feel suspicious. "Before you begin... Why do you need us?"
Eschaton:
DM: The runes start the glow a bright orange as you start to notice your surroundings changing, and the stone ring sinks in like the Pit outside.- "To see how well I can far I can stretch the doors." -Gill "Don't worry it'll be fine!"
DM: To see how far** there is no well**
Britta: (( Can you try a persuasion or something check on Britta? She's unconvinced ))
Britta: (( Or... something? XD))
Cauta glances back at Britta. "Come on. I'm more fragile than you."
DM: (Oh I'm sorry I miss read your post. Yea I would Britta but you already know he is telling the truth )
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Cauta: DIPLOMACY!
Britta: ((Oh, good point))
Cauta: ((You're welcome for wasting a perfectly good roll.))
Britta makes a face at Cauta, but steps into the circle also.
Eschaton sighs and steps into the ring with Cauta, making good on his deal to follow her, no matter what happened.
DM: From below you can see Gilladan flipping threw pages- "So something easy to start with.. how are you guys with bugs? Oh or maybe those.. Hmm?"
Britta wonders if she should have brought her pack down here with her.
Eschaton:
DM: From the air you can see dark red runes etching themself in mid-air, as the realm shatters with two large fiendish spiders come crawling out- "This should be a good place to start.. Umm, ready yourself please."
DM: Gill is very exicted also you guys can tell**
Britta: ** Herc struggles free of the pack and looks about. She spies Gill and peers at him, recognizing him as the one who knocked her aside with the tavern door.
Britta draws her bastard sword from its sheath on her side.
DM: Give me Turn order checks guys!
Cauta chuckles at Eschaton, trying to hide the nervousness. "What did I say about spiders?"
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Richtor Barsten2 rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM: xD Richtor is ready for this shit!
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((Save the crits, dude!))
Richtor Barsten2: ((Now I roll a 20))
DM: add your dex mod guys
Cauta: ((Richtor has been ready for this since we went in the hallway))
Britta: (( XP ))
Cauta: ((12))
Richtor Barsten2: ((22))
DM: Britta and Vex what's your total?
Eschaton: <8>
Britta: 10
DM: Alright first combat going to be a tad slow cause you haven't done it yet. But Richtor you got turn one!
Eschaton shivers hard when he sees the spiders, this time on the same side of the wall as them. "Fuh... Fuck you, Cauta..."
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten2: FUCK YEAH!
Richtor Barsten2: "About fucking time!"
DM: You have one Move Action, and One Standard Action (Attack, casting spells, doing something that takes a bit of time)
Richtor Barsten2 swings his hammar at their faces!
Richtor Barsten2: oh
Richtor Barsten2: well let me just revise here >.>
Cauta: ((is fucking excited))
Cauta: ((XD Cauta called it with the spiders))
Richtor Barsten2 moves towards the spiders and swings his HAMMAR at the closest one!
DM: *These spiders seem hellish in design by the way, covered in dark red fur and quills on there backs*
Cauta: ((Cauta feels right at home))
DM: Ok Richtor roll a D20 and Add your Melee score
Richtor Barsten2 rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Cauta: ((Dragonforce comes on. STORMING THE BURNING FIELDS))
Richtor Barsten2: 15
DM: And feel free to add detail to attacks guys if ya want.
Britta doesn't find spiders scary, but the magic side of it all is making her feel increasingly nervous.
Cauta: ((STORM THE BURNING FIELDS, RICHTOR!))
DM: You hit it Rich, roll damage!
Britta 's hands start to get clammy.
Richtor Barsten2: 20 again?
DM: No, your weapon should have different dice
Cauta: ((Did you give him that?))
Richtor Barsten2 rolled a die with 14 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten2: wait...
Richtor Barsten2: it says D10 + 4
DM: (No D10)
Cauta: ((XD))
Richtor Barsten2 rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barsten2: so 12
Cauta: ((EVEN BETTER))
Richtor Barsten2: better then a 9
DM: You feel your HAMMAR hit solidly almost felling the monster in one blow. It staggers back hard.
DM: so you did 12 points of Damage
DM: Cauta your turn!
Cauta: ((Alrighty))
DM: Does anyone want to do spot checks or anything?))
Cauta: ((So, loading my crossbow takes my move action, aye?))
DM: Yup
DM: (Also you saving all this Kate?)
Britta: ((Yup))
Cauta: ((I'l do a spot check as well, if I can.))
Cauta: ((first perhaps?))
DM: What are you looking at?
Britta: ((Look at Gilladan! He's trying to kill Britta!!!))
Cauta: ((...uuuuuuhhhh...the spider that Richtor didn't smash the shit out of?))
DM: (Remember you guys have to tell me what your doing in detail half the time)
Cauta: ((Wait what?))
Britta: ((Nothing, nothing. =P))
DM: That spider looks fucked up!
DM: Now shoot!
Cauta: ((No, the one he DIDN'T smash))
DM: Oh it looks fine.)
Cauta: ((No glowing weakspots. Hookay.))
Britta: ((Fable 2 ref?))
DM: (Also the more we play the faster this will go once you get use to it)
Cauta grabs a bolt from her bolt pouch swiftly, pulling the lever to arm her crossbow before sighting the spider already weakened by Richtor's furious pounding
Cauta: ((So, roll to hit, right?)
DM: Yup
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Cauta: ((Fuck my life...))
Cauta: ((What do I add..?))
DM: Range.
DM: Base Attack + Dex Mod
Cauta: ((No base attack, so...))
Cauta: ((9))
Cauta: ((headesk))
DM: Your bolt falls short of it targets as Richtor being so close making you miss.
Cauta swears
DM: The other other spider looks furious at the small dwarf thing, trying to take a bite out of him with flaming vemon dripping from it's mouth.
Cauta: ((oh hey, how do we calculate the lost/broken thing with my bolts?))
Cauta: ((nevermind, later))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Cauta: ((<_< )
DM: And it misses terribly your go Britta
Cauta: ((GO AWAY WINKY FACE))
DM: (Just however you think you can keep up with them)
Cauta: ((I'm keeping a track, we can calculate it later))
DM: Eschaton give me a listen check)
Britta: Britta moves forward to attack the so-far unharmed spider, swinging her sword down in an attempt to skewer the spider's head into the floor.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta: DAMN!
Cauta: ((Eschaton, what do your knife ears hear?))
Britta: ((6))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM: It seem to duck back faster then you though Britta sorry. Vex turn
Eschaton:
Britta: ((What is the floor beneath them? I need to know if Britta stabbed the floor or not. XD ))
Eschaton:
DM: You can hear a humming starting to come from the runes as the floor seems to suddenly sink another level.)
DM: Your go Vex!
Cauta: ((Earn your pay, Eschaton!)
DM: Round time sorry guys!
Britta: ((Neat, no stabbing the floor))
DM: (and you can yell to each other)
Cauta: ((I LIKE YELLING))
Eschaton:
Britta yells at Richtor. "How'd you bloody well end up hitting that thing!?" She's pretty annoyed about missing.
Cauta: ((SUMMON BADGER))
Britta: ((SUMMON BIGGER FISH!))
Cauta fumbles with her bolt pouch, trying to retrieve the bolts inside while keeping an eye on the spiders that are blessedly still distracted by the dwarf. "I know they're big, Eschaton, but now would be a good time for some of that magic of yours!"
Eschaton blinks. "Guys... I think we need to get off this ring." He crouches down and presses his palms to the floor, already charged with energy for summoning. "Please aid me, Celestial Dog!" A circle of light appears on the floor in front of him, from which rises a majestic mastiff, its coat seeming to shine as it materializes.
Eschaton:
Cauta blinks. "You can summon a dog?" She shakes her head, ignoring that for now. "Why do we need to get off the ring?"
Cauta: ((Wonder where the dwarf went...))
Britta: ((Richtor?))
Cauta: ((No, the OTHER dwarf in the party. XD))
Britta: ((...))
Britta: ((RICHTOR!))
Eschaton shakes his head. "The runes are singing. Something else is happening, and I'd rather not stay to find out what." He looks up to focus on the spider that Richtor laid into with the hammer. "Celestial Dog, please get rid of that spider!"
Eschaton:
Eschaton rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 2
Eschaton: <4>
Britta: (( ow ))
Cauta: ((Your dog is drunk.))
Britta: ** Herc looks down into the pit with curiosity.
Eschaton:
Britta: ((So what's the dog do instead?))
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((the spider backhands it. XD))
Eschaton:
Britta: (( Maybe it just faceplants into the spiders' head or something))
DM: No your holy beast missed but managed to get it attention
Eschaton:
Britta: ((WB. Where's quaker gotten to?))
Eschaton:
DM: The untouched Fiendish Spider rear up letting a vile spit of burning venom at you Cauta
DM: The ring is already 15 ft down, you can't jump up that far.)
Cauta: ((MOTHER FUCK))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten2: ((Sorry got dragged off))
Cauta: ((>_>))
Cauta: ((Had to be me...))
DM: Seem to missed you but still splashs onto your foot take a point of damage!
Cauta: ((...welp, I popped the damage cherry.))
DM: Richtor it's your turn man.
Richtor Barsten2: ((Trying to catch up, hold on))
Richtor Barsten2: ((Apparently Richtor is the only combat worthy person in the party >.>))
DM: The runes on the ground are starting to hum loudly enough that you all hear them now. And one of them goes out and the rest seem to glow a darker shade of red. As if containing barely controlled energy, with a crackling noise.
Richtor Barsten2 moves and attacks the already weakened spider!
Richtor Barsten2 rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Britta: **Herc starts moving around the pit towards Gilladan. She stops at his feet and looks up at him.
Richtor Barsten2: 10
DM: Whiff!
DM: Gilladan is far to gone in his spell book reading line after line non-stop.
Richtor Barsten2: ((>.>))
DM: Richtor you can't seem to catch it this time as it backs up reading to spit at you.
DM: Cauta your go!
DM: Readying**
Britta: **Herc polishes her beak on Gilladan's footwear.
DM: xD
DM: xD
Cauta shoots a look at the spider that frigging spider that had the balls to spit on her foot. Snaps another bolt into her crossbow, primes it, and sights the spider.
DM rolled a die with 4 sides. The die showed: 1
Cauta rolled a die. The die showed: 6
Cauta: 10...
DM: was this the weaken one or full hp one?)
Cauta: ((fullhp...))
DM: Etherway you can't seem to line of the shot right when the floor shifted downward. (sorry man)
DM: up**
Britta: ((Question: If I'm still standing in the same place where I tried to attack the spider, can I make two attacks instead of one move and one attack?))
DM: (( Not yet Britta but when you gain a higher base attack you can.))
Britta: ((okay. ))
DM: The half-dead spider tries to bite back Richtor.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM: Damn that full-plate mail!
DM: Britta go!
Richtor Barsten2: ((Comes in handy )
DM: Eschaton who is dog attacking?
Richtor Barsten2 changed name to Richtor Barsten
Britta: Britta crouches slightly, swiping the sword in the hopes of severing the healthier spider's leg joints (seeing as they are unprotected and above the rest of the spiders body).
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Britta: 15
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((Specifiy spider Britta; weakened or full health?))
Richtor Barsten: ((oh wait...))
Richtor Barsten: (I claim the drunk excuse >.>)
DM: Which one Britta?
Britta: ((Healthier - full health))
Britta: XD
Britta: ((You guys need to read!))
DM: You sever atleast one of the large legs. Roll damage!
Richtor Barsten: ((You're one to talk))
Richtor Barsten: (( ))
Britta: (which die?))
Richtor Barsten: (should be a damage roll next to your weapon.)
Britta rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 3
Britta: GAH!
DM: +plus your str mod
Britta: 6
DM: Well you took off a leg!
Britta: ((Yay!!!))
DM: Vex your doggy and your turn!
Britta: **Herc sits on one of Gill's feet.
Eschaton rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 3
Eschaton: <5, wow, CD failing at attacking>
DM: No you still need a D20 to hit man.)
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((...eh?))
Eschaton:
DM: (no that's something else you need it's melee attack)
DM: (that's it's HP)
DM: Bite +2 melee (1d4+1) ))
Eschaton:
DM: (that's it's attack rolls and stuff)
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM: (It's ok I told you the first few combats are going to be slow till you guys understand it fully)
Eschaton:
Eschaton: ?
DM: The dog hits, biting into the monster with it's last breath.
DM: (No it's already there for you d4+1)
Eschaton rolled a die with 4 sides. The die showed: 4
Britta: ((You still there, Rich?))
Eschaton: <5 o3o>
Richtor Barsten: ((Yeah, just waiting my turn ))
DM: (And it goes down, ripping into the spider before vanishing it's self)
DM: (Your CD only last for 2 rounds at your lvl)
DM: Umm Richtor turn
Richtor Barsten: ((Both spiders are still alive, right?))
DM: AWARENESS EVERYONE!
Britta: ((I keep seeing a CD, as in the music kind, attacking a spider. It's actually rather feasible...))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Britta: 26
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Richtor Barsten: 13
Cauta: 16
DM: Yea both spiders are at low hp)
Eschaton signs with relief as the spider goes down and disappears.
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Eschaton: <12>
DM: Well everyone can see the ruin that is fading cause a odd shattering of glass noise as a small Imp appears.
Richtor Barsten: (esch, it was your dog thing that disappeared)
Cauta: (More. Lovely.)
Richtor Barsten moves and ATTACKS THE GOD DAMN SPIDER!
Britta: **Herc peers down into the pit, getting off Gilladan's foot to have a closer look at the edge of the pit
Eschaton:
DM: (Yea sorry didn't mean to write it poorly)
Richtor Barsten: ((Lowest health spider btw))
DM: Ok roll baby!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten: fml
Cauta: ((Why are we so inept...))
DM: Muahahha!.. I mean.. I'm sorry Richtor you fall short again.)
Richtor Barsten: ((Cause this bloody dice machine likes to see us suffer))
Britta: (( We stink! XD ))
DM: Cauta finish one of thoese vile creatures!
Cauta swears loudly. "For Hells sake, just bloody DIE!" Slamming another crossbow bolt onto the crossbow, she takes aim at the weakest of the spiders, eyes narrowing on it in the sights.
DM: ( Damn if you could have hit and killed the spider Rich you would got a free attack on the other one, and could have killed it and took anopther free attack at the Imp)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Cauta: ((YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS!))
Richtor Barsten: ((That was the point!))
DM: BAM!
DM: (you may detail it's death if you like )
DM: after rolling damage
Britta: ((Can you detail what an Imp is?))
Cauta rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 2
Cauta: ((..I hate you...))
Cauta: ((Soo...so...much...))
DM: (It's enough!)
Cauta: ((Then it's death scene))
Cauta laughs haughtily as the bolt breaks through the squishy head of the spider, her grin stretched wide across her face. "Back to hell!"
DM: Britta your turn!
Cauta: ((FIRST BLOOD))
Britta: ((Which spider just died? The one that I cut a leg off, or the other?))
DM: (its a small little devil with wings Kate)
Britta: ((Ooh, like the ones in Oblivion?))
DM: Yea now hurry there isn't much time!
Britta: ((question ^))
Cauta: ((ATTACK WOMAN))
DM: *everyone can hear the telescoping pit starting to hum again*
Cauta: ((Yes.))
Cauta: ((It's a wee little tiny horned humaneqsue devil))
Britta: ((no! Which spider just died!?))
Richtor Barsten: (The one that /didn't/ have it's leg cut off!)
DM: (Richtor spider)
Britta: ((Thank you!!))
Britta: Britta attempts a stab at the spider's face with her sword.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta: ((Grr!))
Cauta: ((...))
Britta: 5
Richtor Barsten: ((The two natural warriors of the group...))
Richtor Barsten: ((both rolled 1's))
Britta: ((I know!))
Britta: ((So frustrating! But I have a silly grin.))
DM: The Spider rears back taking a bite at you this time Britta it's not enjoying you trying to cut it.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta: ((...))
Britta: ((For goodness' sake!))
DM: Oh and it's fang sink in deep...
Cauta: ((Well, you were right, Britta.))
DM rolled a die with 4 sides. The die showed: 2
Cauta: ((He wants you dead.))
Britta: ((He's trying to kill me!))
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: Take 4 Damage as the burning sting starts to course in you!
DM: Vex your turn man
Britta: HP = now 11
Cauta: ((Ouuuch))
Britta curses and pulls back from the spider, holding her wound (where?)
DM: (He crit her, shoulder I would guess)
Cauta: ((Probably your arm. went for you after the swing))
Cauta: ((Nevermind))
DM: (^^ in that area of your choice)
Britta: ((Upper arm, then. Nice, fleshy muscle area))
DM: Eschaton you still there?
Cauta: ((>_>))
Eschaton cringes as the spider noms on Britta and moves closer, placing his hand an inch over the wound
Eschaton:
DM: Nope are you casting a spell?
Eschaton rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 5
Eschaton: <8>
DM: (That's how much he heals you for Britta)
DM: (And that spell was Cure Light wounds)
Eschaton:
DM: Ahh and the little Imp takes a flaming shot from behind you Richtor!
Britta: ((So I'm back up to full HP?))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM: What's your touch AC Rich?
DM: (( Touch AC - Dex + 10))
Richtor Barsten: 18
Richtor Barsten: what?
Eschaton whispers "Heal." His hand glows as soft tendrils of white light flow from his palm into the wound, restoring the flesh to its previous state and sealing the wound as if it never happened.
DM: ( This is call a touch attack, he only needs to hit you. So armor does nothing. Dex Mod plus + 10)
Richtor Barsten: 12 then
Britta blinks down at her skin. Her sleeve is a little ripped, and through those rips she can see her skin is fully restored. She seems a little disturbed, but nods her thanks to Eschaton.
DM: (Well it still misses dang it, you see a small fireball ish fly pass you)
DM: Your turn Richtor!
Richtor Barsten: SPIDER MUST DIE!
Richtor Barsten attacks SPIDER!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Richtor Barsten: 17
DM: Hit
Cauta shoots Eschaton a glare. "I pay you, and you fix her up, not me? We're gonna need to talk after this, Eschaton."
DM: Roll damage
Cauta: ((Cauta wants heals for her acid fried foot. XD))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 5
Richtor Barsten: 9
Cauta: ((SPLAT.))
Britta: ((Cauta lost... 1 HP, I think))
Eschaton:
DM: And with that off came it's head, now CLEAVE!
Cauta: ((I have seven.))
DM: (roll a attack vrs the Imp)
Cauta: ((one is important to me, Britta.))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((XD))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Eschaton: <"FINE BITCH, C'MERE AND I'LL HEAL YOU, SHEESH">
Richtor Barsten: 16
Cauta: ((Hey, she's could have just hit you with the crossbow butt XD))
DM: Roll damage
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 2
Richtor Barsten: 6
DM: Richtor after crushing the other spiders face you just keep spinning till you slam into the Imp throwing his body off to the side felling both in a single swing!
Cauta: ((...the imp had six health?))
Richtor Barsten: "HAH!"
Cauta: "Very nice!"
DM: The telescoping Pit chums down again putting you deeper and deeper downward. This time the humming grows again but another ruin fades and the rest become Darker red as a Hell Hound shatters from the invisible wall. This time the creature growls with a sense of intelligence.
DM: (It was jsut a Imp and not all monster have the same Hp.)
Cauta: ((>_>))
Britta stares. "I want out now."
Eschaton sighs. "...what the hell is this, Monster Arena?"
Richtor Barsten: "Oh...well that was short lived..."
Richtor Barsten: "Hey Cauta...send your dog home!"
Cauta groans. "C'mon!"
Cauta: "I might have just the bone it likes!"
DM: Cauta you got turn order.
Britta glances upwards. "Gilladan! What are you doing!?"
Cauta readies a bolt, aiming at the hellhound. "FETCH."
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta: ((...12))
DM: (I love how Richtor is just having a good time lol)
Britta: (( Britta's freaking out so much at all this demon/magic stuff XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((Richtor's seen a lot of this stuff...he's a roaming mercenary! ))
DM: You aim down and fire but it jumps to the side dodging your bolt Cauta.
Cauta: "Bad dog!"
Cauta: ((XD))
Richtor Barsten: "The only thing worse then your pun was your aim!"
DM: Britta your turn!
Britta: ((Already!? We're getting faster at this.))
Britta: ((Already!? We're getting faster at this.))
Cauta laughs. "Don't lecture me on language, Richtor, you obviously don't speak it much."
Britta: ((Whoo! DOUBLE POSTAGE!))
Cauta: ((PARTY BANTER!))
Britta: Britta moved forward, driving her sword hopefully into the hellhound's face.
DM: Britta since you seem interested give me a Spot check at Gilladan
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta: (FFFF)
Cauta: ((26 bolts to go...))
Britta: ((Can we make that my spot check!?))
Cauta: ((That would be cheating. >_>))
Richtor Barsten: "There's no need to talk when you should be killing!"
DM: The Hellhound seems to fast for you too Britta, it jumped back huffing deep before blowing flames at you, Richtor and Cauta!
Britta: ((aww...))
Britta: ((Spot check
Cauta: ((CRAP))
Britta: ... (( Spot check: ))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Cauta: ((...in a way...))
Britta: ((Yeah, whatever. I fail. At everything.))
DM: You can't see much of Gill with all that fire coming at you. You three give me Reflex save!
Cauta: ((You got what you asked for. XD))
DM: (Britta suggestion Rage)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Cauta: (15)
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta: 11
DM: Richtor
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Cauta: ((nice, dude))
Richtor Barsten: ((Is this a dodge roll?))
Cauta: ((Reflex))
Britta: ((Add your dex mod))
DM: ( Ok the Reflex save I was looking for was a 12. For half damage on the fire breath, you can look it in my notes Britta I'm not trying to kill you)
Richtor Barsten: 15
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 1
Cauta: ((sooo...I dodged it?))
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: Booo.... Everyone take 2 points >,,> ))
Cauta: ((What?!))
DM: Vex your turn!
Eschaton:
DM: (My bad Britta take 2 pts, GC and Quake take 1)
Cauta: ((oh thank odin))
DM: (Reflex is for taking half0damage for splash effects)
Britta: ((Points for what?))
DM: (Fire breath)
Cauta: ((Damage))
Richtor Barsten: ((So even with all my armour...I take splash damage from fire?))
Britta: ((Ah, so I'm... 13 HP))
Cauta: ((You sweat damage))
Cauta: ((XD))
Cauta: ((XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((Apparently I do, it's the only way to lose weight!))
DM: Round time, and yes Richtor you can still be burned in your joints))
Cauta: ((five))
DM: Vex your turn!
Eschaton:
Britta: ** Herc looks up at Gilladan and loudly clucks at him.
Cauta pats out flames frantically. "Frigging hellhound!"
Britta 's arms end up lightly crisped and her sleeves disappear to ash as she pats out the flames.
Richtor Barsten pats out the flames as well
Richtor Barsten: "How my armour is on fire...fuggin magic!"
Eschaton rubs at his temples. "Looks like I'm going to be playing healbot for a while..." He steps over to Cauta, crouching down to place one hand over her foot and reaching up with his other hand to cover the other wound.
Eschaton rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 6
Eschaton: <9>
Cauta: ((soooo...I'm okay now. XD))
Britta: (( Poor Britta has lost most of her sleeves!))

Eschaton:
Eschaton: <...Kitt, is the Hellhound of the flaming variety?>
Richtor Barsten: ((It spewed fire at us...))
Richtor Barsten: ((So no, it's actually a frozen hellhound))
Britta: "So long as it isn't the beard, I think you're good, Rich..."
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((...ALLOW ME TO CONSULT SoL!))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Eschaton:
Cauta: (FUCK YOU, DIE ROLLER. ONLY WHEN I WANT SoL DO YOU WORK!)
Cauta: "You only care about his beard? Cold."
Britta: "It's a pretty awesome beard."
Richtor Barsten: "What can I say, everybody loves a bearded man."
Cauta stares for a moment. "I'm not even going to pretend I understand you."
Richtor Barsten: "That and it catches any of the ale that I miss, it's like a backup container."
Cauta: "...that's disgusting."
Britta: "That's slightly gross, but I'm willing to overlook that image."
Britta: ( brb )
Richtor Barsten: "Don't knock it till you try it..."
Richtor Barsten: "every drop of ale is precious!"
DM: Hell hounds are efficient hunters. A favorite pack tactic is to surround prey quietly, then attack with one or two hounds, driving it toward the rest with their fiery breath. If the prey doesn’t run, the pack closes in. Hell hounds track fleeing prey relentlessly.
DM: ^^For you Cauta you know your kind even use to breed these!
DM: Richtor your turn!
Cauta thinks for a moment. "...well, we shouldn't run, that's for damn sure." Glance around the circle. "Not that we could..."
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: SMASH THE HELLHOUND!
Cauta: ((I dunno.))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Richtor Barsten: 18!
Richtor Barsten: DAMAGE!
Britta: back
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: Sure... Also if your healing for low amounts don't forget Heal Minior Wound
Richtor Barsten: 10!
Cauta: ((Nice))
DM: Bam, Richtor you land another solid blow! To you this is all fun and games!
Richtor Barsten: EVERYTHING IS FUN AND GAMES!
DM: Cauta your turn!
Richtor Barsten: Unless there is booze
Cauta flicks out a bolt, hoping to take advantage of the momentum Richtor's gained and sights the hellhound.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Richtor Barsten: in which it's FUN AND GAMES AND HAZY!
DM: (hits)
Cauta: ((Aha!))
Cauta rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((Not as Aha))
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: You manage to tag it, not as well as you like but a hit is a hit. And bolt can be seen!
DM: Britta your go
Britta: Britta moves to flank the hellhound and slashes at its spine in the hopes of severing its spinal cord.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: (rage?)
Britta: ((10))
Britta: (no rage)
Cauta: ((Y U NO RAGE?))
Cauta: ((XD))
Britta: ((I haven't written down what rage does... remind me?))
DM: ( +4 Str and +4 Con )
Cauta: ((It's your trademark ability as a barbarian.))
DM: ( In short it gives you +2 to hit and damage, and givs you +2 Hp)
Britta: (... nah, I'll leave it for a bit.)
DM: With the two blows hitting back to back you manage to not only flank it, but catch it off guard roll damage!
Britta rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6
Britta: (What's the mod again?)
DM: (Str)
Britta: 9
Eschaton:
Britta: ((I'm 13 - crispy arms. Full HP is 15))
DM: Britta brings down the Blade severing it's spinal cord causing the beast to give one firey scream as it burst into ash leaving a strong brimstone smell in the air.
Britta: (( YAY! ))
DM: Everyone Awareness check!
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Eschaton: <20, fuck yeah>
Britta doesn't seem to believe that worked. She stares at the pile of ash. "Bludy 'ell..."
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Cauta: ((22, bitches!))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Eschaton:
Britta: (()
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten: 13
Cauta laughs, shouldering her crossbow for a moment. "Minus the fire, that wasn't so bad."
Richtor Barsten: ((12))
Richtor Barsten: ((out of 13))
Britta: ((Oh, wait, no... that was a 10, sorry))
Richtor Barsten pounds chest
Richtor Barsten: "They tried to destroy the metal!"
Richtor Barsten: "But I was much too strong!"
Cauta: "I think they tried to melt it."
DM: Your elf senses are tingling bad right now Eschaton. The Pit seems to be rumbling pretty heavily like a machine stuck unable to get pass something. The screeching of and humming are growing. Infront of you can see the barrier again between this plane and another start to open but this time you can litlatly see a large toothy maw on the other side unable to fit. Before it's arm comes reaching out flailing to get you.
Britta keeps her sword drawn as she inspects her arms.
Cauta: ((TD, I approve.))
DM: I'll give ya all a round to do something))
Richtor Barsten: ((I knew you would ))
Richtor Barsten: "What the bloody hell is this?"
Britta glances up and yells: "GILLADAN! What the hell!?"
Richtor Barsten: "Stop reaching you fuggin wanker!"
DM: (So many hells coming from you guys. Are you trying to get actually get Gill's attention?)
Richtor Barsten smashes the arm with a HAMMAR!
Britta moves away from the arm to the opposite wall and stays there, looking very ticked off and a little tired.
Britta: ((Britta is!))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Richtor Barsten: 14
Cauta pales, which, considering her skin, doesn't do much. "Oh, that doesn't look enjoyable in the slightest." Cauta wastes not time readying a bolt, aiming into the mouth of the thing. "I'm beginning to regret my decision to trust you, Gilladan! The fuck are you doing?!"
Britta: ((She figures a hellhound was harder than 'easy'))
Cauta: ((Seeing as my life is in danger...SOL TIME!))
Cauta: ((this is a handy fucking ability))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Eschaton twitches as he senses something dark nearby. Turning around, he sees the portal open, his pale skin turning almost entirely white as he sees what lies beyond it. "Guh... Guys... When he said he wanted our help... I think he meant as demon food..."
Cauta: ((16))
DM: Richtor you can feel the arm break with when the hammer hits, and you can feel the hot breath scream in disapproval. Then the suddenly the Portal snaps close taking the arm off as the Pit slams upward, one by one till you get to the top.
Richtor Barsten heaves arm...
Richtor Barsten: "Huh...well this bugger was a bit bigger than what I'm used to..."
Richtor Barsten waves arm around
Britta instantly marches towards Gilladan, her sword still drawn and her face filled with fury.
Richtor Barsten: "I mean, look at this thing!"
DM: It turns to ash in your hand Richtor ))
Cauta pants slightly, watching Richtor for a moment
Richtor Barsten blinks
Richtor Barsten: "Well that was weird, but then again...I hate magic."
Britta: "What the hell was that supposed to be!?" Britta yells at Gilladan.
Cauta: "I don't think that was a typical experience..."
Britta: **Herc flees towards the bag by the door, knowing when Britta's angry.
DM: Britta since your the first to notice Gill is almost pass out over his spellbook, with a half haze look in his eyes. you know that look of a drunk man staring into nothing? He doesn't seem to say anything right off the bat, but mumbles something lightly.
DM: (Actions peoples?)
Britta crouches next to Gilladan, leaning on her sword. "Hey."
Richtor Barsten searches the room for anything that's changed since they've been down in the pit
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Cauta looks at the pale white Eschaton, offering a light-hearted grin. "Well, that was interesting." Glancing over at Gill, Cauta crosses to near Britta, tentatively trying to pry the spell book from underneath him
Richtor Barsten: 19
Britta: ** Herc looks at Richtor. She appears bigger than before.
Britta glances up at Cauta, then at Gill, waiting for some reaction.
DM: Richtor you do notice nothing has really changed but there is no longer any unseen servants moving books back and forth.
DM: And for Britta and Cauta you see Gilladan's mind return to him as he seems to almost snap back from his dream. (You two give me sense motive checks)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta: ((>.>))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Britta: 13
Britta: ((NOW you get a 20? *snorts!*))
Cauta: (( ))
DM: (Damn.. seems that Read thoughts is going both ways with you Cauta. Cauta you can see fear painted across his face for a shear moment, but becoming anger)
DM: Britta you simply notice his mind snap back.
Cauta growls. "Britta, hold him. I'm not being toyed with anymore."
Cauta: ((CAUTA IS ANGRY.))
DM: Gill's fingers tighten around his personal spell book- "So did it go well?"
Britta doesn't object. She's also pretty ticked off.
Richtor Barsten: "It appears there are some issues of anger...and there will be a third case if I don't get my money!"
Cauta: "Well?! WELL?! WHY ARE YOU ASKING THAT?!"
Britta grabs Gill by the wrists and rests a knee on his chest.
Cauta: "You should KNOW!"
Cauta: "You were the bloody summoner!"
DM: (Britta you gotta give me a grapple check first)
DM: (It's a D20 plus Base Attack + Str Mod)
Britta: ((What do I do for that?))
Britta: ((Ok))
Britta: (( just a minute ))
DM: (Would answer you first Richtor but got to deal with the angry womens xD)
Richtor Barsten: (( ))
Cauta: ((Cauta doesn't like almost getting eaten))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta: ((13))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
DM: (20)
Cauta: ((<_< )
Eschaton takes slow, deep breaths to calm his nerves, then steps off the ring and sits on a pile of books off to the side to get his mind back together.
Britta: (( Okay - Britta's hands are still crispy. No wonder she can't hold onto stuff!))
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: Gilladan back's up holding his spellbook fondly, shrugging you off Britta before you could get a good grip.- "Unhand me woman... You knew what I asked of you, and I'm glad to see it did go well. Your gold has already been deposited into your purses."
Richtor Barsten counts money
DM: *Gill seems to be angry at himself muttering something, give me listen checks you two in the front
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Cauta: ...what's listen under..?
DM: ( everyone finds 30 Gold pieces)
DM: Listen / spot / smell = Awareness
Cauta: ((Right))
Britta: ((24!))
Cauta: ((14))
Richtor Barsten: ((Aren't I supposed to get more for keeping y mouth shut about what the job was actually about?))
DM: (which might I add everyone 30 gold is alot for each of you, so your characters should feel shocked once they count it)
Britta: ((Awesome!))
Cauta: ((Except me. FUCKING POCKET CHANGE))
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: *You both hear something about the fourth wall, that's about all you can make out*
Cauta: ((He was trying to some Ikitt!))
Britta moves a step forward. "What was that?" she growls dangerously.
Cauta: ((summon))
Richtor Barsten: "Awesome, drinking money!"
Cauta places a hand on Britta's shoulder.
Cauta: "Ignore him. It's not worth your effort anymore."
Cauta: ((I find it eerie how three of us are the same frigging height.))
Britta shrugs Cauta off. "Fine."
Britta: ((Maybe I should take myself up 2 inches...))
Richtor Barsten: 5'4 >.>
DM: Gilladan mind still seems thinking on other things, and he starts pacing- "How did he do that?!" -Gill storms over knocking over some books
Richtor Barsten: ((DM, wasn't Richtor supposed to get extra for not telling the people about fighting monsters?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Or was that about just not telling people once the job was done?))
DM: (You got to remind Gill at the moment he is elsewhere)
Britta glances warily at Gill, then heads for the door and grabs up her pack and the chicken. Without another word to any of the others, she leaves through the magic door.
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, GILLY!"
Cauta: ((waits))
Britta tucks the chicken in her pack and checks her belt pouch for the gold, standing outside in the corridor between the inn's rooms.
DM: Before you say anything you find a small sack of coins tossed your way- "Thank you for your time.. If you happen to want to risk it again I'll pay you triple tomorrow." -Gill says looking elsewhere
Richtor Barsten grabs coins
DM: (Also Britta Gill isn't going to stop you from walking out)
Britta stares at the gold in her pouch, then closes it once more and throws a glance at the magic door before heading upstairs and into the tavern.
Richtor Barsten: "nice doin business from yah"
Britta: ((Nup, she's gone. She dislikes Gill very much now. )
DM: ((Good.... good)
Richtor Barsten: ((<.< )
Eschaton looks up as he hears the words "risk it again" and gazes at Cauta. "Are we going to do this again tomorrow?"
DM: (Eschaton, Cauta Richtor doing, talking, questions, ect?)
Britta sits down at the counter in the tavern and sets the pack and chicken down on the floor.
DM: Britta to you the Mule's Sack is still partying hard!
Richtor Barsten heads out the door and takes up a seat at the bar
Cauta shrugs at Eschaton. "I don't know. But I do need one thing..." Gives the summoner a look for a moment. "Gilladan, I have a question for you..." She takes a step closer, cautious. "Any idea why Dumas would be interested in a tiefling?"
Britta tucks the chicken in her pack and tucks it beneath her stool.
Britta: **Despite having gotten through without too many scrapes, Britta is uncharacteristically quiet.
Britta: She looks at her arms and fingers, slightly blistered from the fire, and her sleeves looking ragged, only reaching down to her elbows and one shoulder of her sleeve torn.
Cauta: ((Richtor. It's time...for some smooth moves.))
Cauta: ((and I don't mean cleave))
Eschaton sighs and stands, shaking off the remains of the fear that struck him when the portal opened, and waits by the door for Cauta.
DM: Gill stares at you for a moment like you triggered something, his mood even peeks- "A catalyst or vessel! Why didn't I think of that?! That would give him the bridge he would needed.."
Richtor Barsten: ((Richtor don't do smooth...unless it's ale, then it's always smooth!))
Richtor Barsten looks over at Britta
Richtor Barsten: "That was fun, wasn't it?"
Britta snorts in a very unladylike manner.
Cauta stiffens. "Catalyst? Vessel?! Wait, what the hells are you talking about?!" Slightly panicked. "I have a meeting with him in two days, and if you know something Gilladan..."
Britta: "Whatever floats your boat, dwarf."
Cauta: ((Cauta has no luck...))
Richtor Barsten: "Aw cmon! Where's your sense of adrenaline!?"
Britta glances at him. "Not in hellhounds, that's for sure."
Richtor Barsten: "bah, they're puppies!"
Richtor Barsten shrugs
DM: Gill snaps his fingers in the air in-till some invisible force floats a book to his right hand and he starts flipping threw it.- "I knew you would be helpful. If I had to guess he needs another to cause a larger portal.. Come talk tomorrow and I'll more.. Please give me time I don't want to give you incorrect information. It can be worst then none."
Britta shakes her head. "Never fought one before."
Richtor Barsten: "Puppies with enflamed bodies that tend to try and fry anyone that gets close with fires that burn with the intensity of hell itself..."
Richtor Barsten: "BUT PUPPIES!"
DM: I got to do a round! BRB
Richtor Barsten: "I've fought them a few times, a favorite for lower level necromancers."
Eschaton steps forward, placing his hands on Cauta's shoulders and speaking softly to her. "There's no sense in getting worked up right now... Why don't we go have a drink and discuss what we've learned?"
Britta glances at Richtor and rests her arms on the counter. "I haven't really taken to fighting magic users before, or their summons... I've had very few jobs that even involved having a healer."
Cauta watches Gilladan for a moment, eyes narrowed, opening her mouth to speak when Eschaton speaks to her. "...tomorrow then." She mutters to the summoner, shrugging off the elf's hands and trudging to the door. "And if find any bolts, I want them back, Gilladan." Continue out the door.
Richtor Barsten orders another pitcher of ale
Richtor Barsten: "I take whatever jobs I can get...some of them require me to protect, disarm, and kill mages...Not the most pleasant thing in the world."
Cauta: ((everything has gotten serious.))
Richtor Barsten: "Pain in the fuggin ass really, summoning up shields and shit..."
Cauta: ((And Eschaton is being smooth as all hell with Cauta. XD))
Cauta: ((Careful with those hands, Elf, you might get more than you bargained for. ))
Britta wrinkles her nose. "I suppose I'm a bit more picky when I can afford to be... I dislike magic."
Richtor Barsten: "You don't see me waving it all over the place! I don't like it either...I just can't afford to be picky."
Britta looks at the counter, then also orders a pitcher.
Richtor Barsten: "That, and avoiding a type of enemy just makes one weaker..."
Britta smiled a little. "Yeah, I know... less experience and all that stuff. Been running into it a bit more often recently, so... I guess I just have to get over it."
Britta glances towards Richtor. "That was some nice work with that spider and imp..."
Richtor Barsten: "It's what I do...Drink, kill stuff...brag about it...repeat."
Eschaton:
Eschaton pulls his hands back and when Cauta shrugs him off, following her through the doorway and up to the bar.
Britta shrugs. "Yeah, well... I think next time I'll try not to drink beforehand. Seriously, did you see that first attack I did on that spider?"
DM: My wand is broke again.. >,,> If you guys want you can keep RPing and we can use this as astopping point or we can keep going. Up you guys I'm cool with whatever.
Cauta glances towards the bar, taking note of Britta and Richtor for a moment. "Eschaton...I think I need sometime to sort my thoughts." She glanced over her shoulder at him, but avoided meeting his gaze. "Why don't you go join them at the bar...I think I'll head for the room."
Richtor Barsten: "It was a bit...it was allllriiiiiight"
Britta: ((How are you doing sleep-wise, Rich?))
Cauta: ((Secret stuff time. >.> <.< )
Richtor Barsten: ((well it's 2 in the morning...))
Cauta: ((MEH.))
Richtor Barsten: ((I think I might have another hour in me...))
Cauta: ((ATTA BOY))
Britta: (( Yay!!! ))
Britta glances down at her bag beneath her stool, then up at Richtor. "So, strangest thing... I must have put the chicken down in a pool of alcohol. Smelled like Gunther's booze. I take the chicken out of the bag, and she's grown about an inch all over. That make any sense?"
Richtor Barsten: "About as much sense as me growing an inch and my armour seeming a bit small"
Eschaton nods. "Alright. Rest well, I'll stay up for a while. If you need anything, let me know, yeah?"
Britta drums her fingers on the counter. "Well, not a poison, 'cause otherwise the chicken would be dead."
Britta sighs and waits for the bartender to get around to giving her the pitcher.
Cauta nods lightly. "Yeah. I will." She descends back into the hallway, quickly walking up to the door and stuffing the key in the lock. Pushing it open, she wasted no time clicking it shut behind her and triple checking the lock. "Hells." She muttered into her hand, pulling down the hood of her cloak and heaving a heavy breath.
Britta mumbles something under her breath, then reaches for her side. She appears to take something from her belt.
Cauta: ((GASP. WINESKIN TIME))
Britta: ((GASP!))
Britta pops the little cork of the small wineskin and takes a sip before wincing. Whatever it was, it seemed pretty sour.
Britta: (( Brb for a second ))
Eschaton sighs when Cauta leaves, then heads over to join Richtor and Britta. He sits down in the chair heavily (which wasn't all that heavy, given his build) and heaves a hefty sigh, burying his face in his arms on the table. "Fffffffuuuuuuuuuuuck...."
Britta: (( back ))
Cauta: ((XD))
Britta: (( Come on, Sleepy Richie))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm waiting for the DM to pop in and say something...>.>))
Britta: ((He's on a round ))
Britta: (( DM: My wand is broke again.. >,,> If you guys want you can keep RPing and we can use this as astopping point or we can keep going. Up you guys I'm cool with whatever.))
Cauta: ((Just keep frigging RPING, GAWD))
Richtor Barsten: ((Yeah but that was awhile ago...)
Cauta: ((XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY?!))
Britta: (( BRITTA HAS BOOZE AND YOU DON'T!!!))
Cauta: ((Talk to Eschaton, he just epically swore beside you.))
Richtor Barsten looks as the pitcher is laid out in front of him
Richtor Barsten: ((NOW I DO!))
Britta corks the wineskin again and slips it back into its slot on her belt as her own pitcher is placed before her. She mumbles a word of thanks, then quickly orders one for Eschaton. She glances at him. "What are you cussing about?"
Britta: (( Helllooooo? ))
Eschaton:
DM: Sorry it broke. We should stop here with the time limit I don't want to rush things at this point.
Britta: (( Aww... just a little more RPing?))
DM: Sure Rp as long as you guys want
Britta: ((Where's Gunther?))
DM: just story wise if I pick up I'll have to rush it and I don't want to do that.
Cauta: ((is being all sneaky))
DM: (I would guess in his stone table/chair with his own Keg off to the side)
Britta: ((Hmmm... mind if I interact with him in a second?))
Cauta: Actually, Ikitt, can you hope back in FoG?
Richtor Barsten: ((Well if he said that he's done...there's no real point in me forcing myself to stay awake >.>))
Cauta: ((Wait for Eschaton))
Eschaton slowly looks up. "...that monster in the pit. Couldn't you feel it? Something extremely powerful and dark was behind that portal. Just looking into it made me think I was going to die right then and there. Who is Gilladen really, and why is he using such dark magic...?"
Richtor Barsten: "Cause he's a mage, and they always want more power then they can possibly hold onto...Hell, I saw a man spontaneously combust because he thought he could harness the power of a forest fire..."
Britta shakes her head. "I don't know, and at this point I don't care to find out either. Magic is bad enough at times, dark magic... I'm out of it."
Richtor Barsten: "Turns out, he could but not in the way he wanted."
Britta looks at Richtor a moment, then snorts.
DM: (Yea Gunther is here for you talk to xD)
Richtor Barsten: ((anyways, I'm going to hop off then if we're all done then.))
Richtor Barsten: ((I got to get up before noon tomorrow >.>))
DM: (Hope you enjoyed int Quake)

Session 2 & ½ Britta

This is a session where Kate Orchix played alone with the DM to get some loose ends tied. This happens from time-to-time where a few players will play just to dust off unfinished business. Some other players may not be privy to these sessions, and as a result, some of these will be hidden in spoilers or sketchy with details and history.

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Session 2 & ½ Cauta

This is a session where Kate Orchix played alone with the DM to get some loose ends tied. This happens from time-to-time where a few players will play just to dust off unfinished business. Some other players may not be privy to these sessions, and as a result, some of these will be hidden in spoilers or sketchy with details and history.

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Session 3

Britta cleared the room
Richtor Barsten joined the chat 9 seconds ago
Britta: Yo
Richtor Barsten: Heyo
DM joined the chat 7 seconds ago
DM: Go Drum my friend, and drum well..
Cauta joined the chat
Britta
Cauta blinks once or twice. "...this persona of yours is an illusion, isn't it? Your tail looks...solid. Real." She flicked her gaze to his eyes, suspicion lurking in the green depths.
Gill: tail wraps weakly around the leg of the desk for just a moment and you notice the sounds, and can feel the slight movement in the air. Before he slings it lightly afloat in front of you- "Touch it if you don't believe yourself.. This spell is not from the Illusion school.. it is from the Transmutation school."
Eschaton wakes from his meditation with a slight jolt. Very odd thoughts were on his mind after the events of last night. After doing a few stretches to wake up, he tucks the cushion into his bag and leaves the room, heading up to the bar. Looking around, he doesn't see his employer. A thought comes to him. "There's still another day before she can see the Professor... Perhaps she went to speak with him again." Turning, he descends the stairs and heads for the magic door in the wall. The sight of it unnerved him somehow, but he knocked on the solid wall next to it. "Cauta? Are you there?"
Britta: Cauta reaches for the tail for a moment, stiffening when the knock sounded and retracting her hand promptly. She glances over her shoulder towards the entrance. "Yes." She called, looking back to Gilladan for a moment at his words about the tome.
Britta: Eschaton sighs with relief at hearing her voice, thankful that he didn't have to search the town for her. He closes his eyes and slowly steps through the door. "Sorry it took a while for my meditation to end. The events of last night were-" He opens his eyes after emerging on the other side of the door and stops dead in his tracks. He sees Cauta... and another Tiefling. The magic in the room is overflowing, just as it was last night. Recalculating, he shakes his head slowly. "Sorry for interrupting. Where's Gill?"
Britta: That should be enough.
Britta: ((I'll just copy history until quaker comes back.))
DM: Is Vex here?))
Eschaton joined the chat
Britta: ((Yup))
Eschaton: He is now.
DM: (( Do you want to post or me to post next Cauta?))
DM: .
Britta: .
DM: ((I've been lagging bad today so ya..))
Britta: ((It's not lagging. ))
Britta: ((Found my wrist-warmers. Yay!))
Cauta: ((hrmm...))
DM: ((If you do post first I'll do this round now early))
Cauta: ((I can, I guess.))
DM: (round)
Richtor Barsten: ((I R HERE!))
Britta: ((HI!))
Richtor Barsten: ((HI!))
Cauta: ((I got distracted. >.>))
Cauta: -w-
Britta: ((Tisk tisk))
Cauta glanced back at Eschaton, shaking her head at his apology. "Nothing to worry about. I had trouble myself." She gestured towards the 'tiefling', a light smile on her lips. "That's him there. Under a spell, of some sort."
Richtor Barsten: ((Alright...so do I have Richtor just come randomly in then?))
Britta: ((Britta's not in the room. She has no reason to randomly go see Gill, so I'll...))
Cauta: ((wait.))
Britta wanders out of her room. She had to pay a bit more than she had hoped to spend on boarding for the night, but it was better than sleeping in the stables or hiding away in a cellar like she had done once or twice. Herc had gone missing while Britta was asleep in Room 6, but she wasn't too concerned with the chicken's absence.
DM: (( Let's see if I can't gather everyone up!))
DM: (Richtor is there anything specific you want to do this morning? )
Britta: ((*kicks peoples' bums*))
Richtor Barsten: ((DRINK!))
Richtor Barsten: ((KICK ASS!))
Richtor Barsten: ((REPEAT!))
Britta stops outside her door with the key to her room and locks it seeing as she left her pack in there.
Britta: ((We're slooooow today))
DM: Gill would simply nod in agreement before slowly letting his new features fade, falling slowly to ground before turning to ash. Gaining him his same youthful charm back- "I never did care much for illusions, it's like learning to sketch when you could learn to sculpt." He'ld take this time walking back to his desk- "The only reason I wanted to see you earlier Cauta was to warn you to have caution when speaking to man."
DM: (I was trying to wait on Eschaton but him to poof... )
DM: (Sure Richtor go ahead and walk in or find something to do till then..)
DM: ((I'm hoping to get alittle more ass kicking in this game for you))
Richtor Barsten wakes up, having somehow fallen onto the floor during the night with an empty jug of what could have been ale from the night previous
Britta wanders up the stairs to the tavern, rubbing her face and yawning loudly as she enters.
Richtor Barsten grunts, stands up, and places the jug on the bed before looking around to make sure he didn't smash anything or that there was otherwise something amiss
Richtor Barsten seeing nothing, wanders out the door, waddles up the steps, and into the tavern giving a mighty belch
Britta sits down at the bar, gently massaging her temples as she closes her eyes and attempts to get her bearings. She remembered getting rather drunk last night before paying for a room and going to bed, but the details were hazy at best.
Britta: ((Can Richtor roll awareness?))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM: (( Yes, also sorry someone walked into work))
DM: (sorry where is BM?)
Britta: ((Dunno))
Richtor Barsten: ((what buffs awareness again?))
DM: Gunther seems wide awake and can be heard in the background yelling about something, and it's not helping your hangover.
DM: (Wisdom Richtor)
DM: (Cauta if you want I guess we can keep going without him for now? Or do you want to wait?)
Richtor Barsten joined the chat
Richtor Barsten: ((11 awareness))
Britta: ((Richtor might notice that Britta appears two inches taller than last night.))
DM: (You hear the same noise coming from somewhere in the back from Gunther,. and see the pretty redhead from before that was scared of flaming puppies.)
Cauta: ((Hrm...))
Britta squints her eyes more tightly shut as she can hear Gunther yelling about something and continues rubbing at her temples.
Richtor Barsten: ((uhhh...what pretty redhead from before?))
DM: (As for the Tavern it's self it seems surprisingly clean, and only you two and a small party of 4 other dwarfs are settling in the back, sipping away with ale. It's kinda early also.)
Britta: ((Britta's a redhead))
DM: (Britta Richtor, Britta)
Richtor Barsten: ((oh...
Richtor Barsten: ((I didn't know her hair colour damn it >.>))
Cauta: ((I thought he was being a smartass and not calling her pretty. <.< )
DM: (Both ya give me listen check!)
Britta: ((Auburn/red - XD))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten: ((16))
Britta: ((I'm deaf.))
Richtor Barsten: ((Assuming wisdom again))
Britta: (('Cause that'd be 7 for me))
DM: Richtor can make out the dwarf drunken slang! (Awareness is listen/spot checks)
Richtor Barsten: ((AWESOME!))
Richtor Barsten: ((FINALLY, my dwarf recognizes something dwarven!))
DM: Richtor you can make the sounds of what seems something being late.. something not named yet and it not showing up. You can also make out a small yet familiar voice under neath his massive thumm, heh))
Cauta: ((I'll wait for Esch.))
DM: ((Alright man, I texted him his mom might yelled at him xD))
Richtor Barsten wanders over to the bar and sits next to Britta, and notices her rubbing her temples
Cauta: ((lovely))
DM: A new face seems to be walking around the bar also, a dark hair plumped waitress handing out hot bowls of soup to th emerry group of dwarfs in the back, anyone want to give me a spot check at'em?)
Richtor Barsten: "aye lass, the drink not agreeing with you this morning?"
Britta has her eyes closed. She can't see much.
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Richtor Barsten: ((16)
DM: (You can tell from there clothes and can even see one carried his pick in with him.. they look like miners Richtor nothing new to your eyes)
Britta recognizes the voice without too much trouble and grins as she keeps her eyes closed and her fingers at her temples. "Haven't been hungover in a while. I can usually handle my beer without too much hassle..."
Richtor Barsten orders another pitcher of ale
Richtor Barsten: "The best solution to a hangover...is to get drunk once more!"
DM: Cauta you have any questions for Gill while we sit there and awkwardly wait for the silence elf?))
Britta snorts and opens her eyes, leaning back a little on her stool. "Y'think? I thought breakfast would be along a more agreeable line... plus, I was a little drunk when we had that fight in that magic pit and I did pretty terrible."
DM: (No one seems to be at the bar but the waitress seems to notice just in time to come up and tap infront of you. Jill- "Just give me a moment.. we seems a bit short of hand. Did you want Grug's Brew, or Silvers Liquid?- she ask with a weak smile )
DM: ((Note to self, Kill Vex later...))
Cauta nods. "I am a fan of caution, Gilladan. What in particular should I be cautious for?"
Richtor Barsten: "Grugs brew please."
Richtor Barsten looks over to Britta
Richtor Barsten: "Bah, them were pups! You're just not used to being a drunken warrior like am I!"
Richtor Barsten pounds chest
Richtor Barsten: "You'll get the hang of it, you just need more drink!"
Britta looks at Richtor for a moment then cracks a smile. "Fine. Make that two, thanks." This last comment was directed to the waitress.
DM: Gill seems to think for a moment tapping his chin- "Well that depends.. from what I could guess Dumas is most likely using some sort of enchantment to sway the other tieflings, or I think.. Maybe this could help you.." -he digs around for a moment before handing you a white quartz broach- "It isn't the strongest thing, but I have heard it works wonders vrs. mind altering spells.."
Cauta: ((GASP. ENCHANTED JUNK! WOO!
Britta: ((*flails!*))
DM: Jill exchanges 10 copper from each of you handing you a tall pitcher of what looks like horse piss. Grog wasn't the best stuff but it was cheap!
Richtor Barsten downs the beer no problem
DM: Gunther can now be be heard steaming before hearing something break, and the small feet of Snitchgit can be heard darting out the back and sliding under the bar table.
Richtor Barsten attempts to grab snitchgit!"
DM: xD
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM: (Give me a grapple check! It's Base attack plus Str mod)
Richtor Barsten: ((buff?))
Richtor Barsten: ((k, one sec))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Richtor Barsten: ((21))
Britta takes a sip of her beer and glances over towards Snitchgit and Richtor's grab-...
DM: (lulz.. -4 so I got a 3..)
DM: Richtor you seem to get a firm grip on his over sized great coat, his legs digging the best they could to escape- "Wat, the arse are you doing!? Let me go, you filting stunty!"
Richtor Barsten: "What you call me you little git?"
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta blinks, recognizing him as the goblin from next door but makes no move to interfere. She takes another sip of her grog.
DM: He doesn't seem to be going anywhere and very unhappy with you!
DM: Snitchgit seems to be try to bite you or atleast you think- "Unhand me, you got no right.. Stunty!"
Britta turns around on her stool, leaving her pitcher on the counter behind her.
Cauta blinks, looking down at the broach for a moment before back up at Gilladan. "Thank you." She takes a moment to replace the clasp for her cloak with the broach, before looking back to the man. "I hope I won't need it. Is there anything else you can tell me of Dumas?"
DM: Gunther on the otherhand seems back to his normal mood or atleast is putting on a face about it when he comes out- "Oi, just let the runt go.. And let him get to work, ya got a day Git!" -he points a large burrly finger at the Goblin
DM: Gill gives her a small chuckle holding his hands up like a shrug- "I could tell you story after story on how he hated the family.. But that's about it. I do ask one thing of you. When you do make it into his office, if you see the book.. Please just, look at it for me?" -he asked with a sly grin, like asking someone to say hi to a old friend
Richtor Barsten looks to Gunther, then back to SnitchGit
Britta raises an eyebrow but then turns back to her pitcher and takes a long swig.
Richtor Barsten: "Aye, fine...but since he called me Stunty..."
DM: Britta give me a awareness!))
Richtor Barsten throws the Goblin quite literally through the front door
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Britta: (22)
DM: Richtor you managed to give him a good toss.. Str Check! for distance)
Richtor Barsten rolldie 20
Richtor Barsten: oops
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta raises an eyebrow as she glances over her shoulder at Richtor. "Funny you never did that to me when I called you short. A little biased, are we?" She snickers to herself before taking another swig of her pitcher.
Richtor Barsten: ((21))
Cauta tilts her head, before nodding at his request. "If I can, I will. The least I can do for your help." She thinks for a moment, before rising from her chair. "Well, I believe that's all I wanted to ask. If there's nothing else..."
DM: (( Alright everyone I got to ask, do you want to do my Quest or want to let Kate try her hand at co-Dming? I'm cool with etherone at the moment.))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm getting these good rolls...so help me god I'm going to roll 1's for all the actual fights...))
((I'm fine with either too. I know nothing about Kitt's Quest. ))
DM: Gill doesn't even answer you just a weak wave as he walks back to the white powdered circle around the summon pit- "That'll be all Cauta."
Richtor Barsten: ((either or, so long as I get to fight something))
Richtor Barsten: ((And drink ale))
Richtor Barsten: ((drink ale while fighting))
Richtor Barsten: ((fight a monster that sweats Ale))
Cauta: ((...did she ever mention her name to him?))
Cauta: ((>.>))
DM: (( A Ale Puddle monster, and no he read your mind the day before))
Britta: ((Not much ale on my quest, sadly...))
Richtor Barsten: ((IKITT'S QUEST THEN!))
Richtor Barsten: (( ))
Britta: ((ALe OOZe))
DM: (( I'm going to do this round early again feel free to talk guys))
Britta: ((Your turn, quake))
DM: (Oh Cauta Gill was going to tell you it may be wise to hire some body guards!)
Cauta: ((XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((a quicksand of perfectly brewed ale))
Britta raises an eyebrow as she glances over her shoulder at Richtor. "Funny you never did that to me when I called you short. A little biased, are we?" She snickers to herself before taking another swig of her pitcher.
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm waiting on DM to give me the result of my awesome throw))
Britta: ((Aw, right. ))
Cauta turns to leave, pausing for a moment. "Gilladan...I don't recall ever telling you my name..." Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but edged with a tint of suspicion.
Britta: ((I'm gonna go scavenge in the kitchen for a moment.))
Cauta: ((What...did happen to Esch, anyway?))
Richtor Barsten: ((He died...))
Britta: ((Found strawberries. Dunno... 'tis weird.))
Richtor Barsten: ((In a horrible and grisly fashion...strawberry overdose))
Britta: ((I don't think that'd be too bad a death...))
Britta: ((Though, they ARE kinda filling after a while...))
Richtor Barsten: ((BLARG!))
Britta: ((Death by roast chicken is scary.))
Britta: ((Death by potato is scarier.))
Richtor Barsten: ((Death by flying piggy bacon!))
Richtor Barsten: ((I want snacks...))
Richtor Barsten: ((I be back!))
Britta: ((I has snacks))
Cauta: ((goes for snacks))
Britta: ((goes to clean up after self's messy snackiness))
Britta: ((Back))
DM: (You pigs xD)
DM: Richtor with a throw like that you almost get him to the door, making him yelp a bit before dusting himself off and walking outside looking both way unsure where to go.
Richtor Barsten: ((With a 21, I didn't get him to the door?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Bah, Richtor needs to work out more!))
Richtor Barsten: ((With Ale weights))
DM: Gill's head was still low over looking something not there before looking up slowly- "Not all things must be said with words.. You may want to watch your back out there, this city has some dark corners.. Hired muscle like the three the otherday may be useful to keep around."
DM: (The door is quite a ways from the counter man.. like 15 foot.)
Richtor Barsten: ((That's like 5 feet to a drunken dwarf!))
DM: (And you guys are bad luck, my wand died again in the middle of D&D >,,> Then Eschaton disappeared this sucks)
Richtor Barsten: ((>.>))
Richtor Barsten: ((Get a better wand Harry.))
Britta: ((We have to gang up on Esch later.))
Cauta: ((<.< )
Richtor Barsten looks to Britta
Richtor Barsten: "So you going back for round 2 later today?"
DM: ( I even got a e-mail for-baying me to try and fix it..)
Britta: "I was thinking about it. Not too sure now... I've got to find the chicken first."
Britta rolls her eyes, knowing how stupid it sounds.
DM: (Just wait till Cauta get's there.. then you'll hear the chicken coming in)
Richtor Barsten: "You mean lunch?"
Cauta watches him silently for a moment, before nodding. "Thank you." With a subtle nod to Eschaton bidding him to follow, she left the room without another word, tail flicking lightly behind her as she went.
Britta: ((Gilladan really WOULD be a pimp. >.>))
DM: (What?)
Britta gives Richtor a dry expression. ((Having Britta talk to him, then Cauta, then a visit from Herc...))
Britta drains her pitcher then places the empty vessel down on the counter. "I guess I SHOULD make sure nobody else has gone and made her lunch. She's worth keeping around for the double-yoked eggs."
DM: Richtor you notice Gunther moving pass all of you to the dwarfs in the back, laughing about some stupid joke about dwarfen women and beards. In the Dwarfen language might I add. You may find it funny))
Richtor Barsten nods
Richtor Barsten: "Alright...I'll be here."
DM: (Sorry guys this kinda slow, I was trying to give Eschaton more time.. but he seems to be a no show)
Richtor Barsten hears the joke from the back and gives a short laugh
Richtor Barsten: ((He's a carry on for now...))
Britta pauses, glances over at the dwarves, then back to Richtor. "What was that?"
DM: (Cauta you have full control over your pet Elf thing)
Richtor Barsten: "An old Dwarven joke about Women and bars...You may find it in bad taste."
Richtor Barsten: "Or was it beards?"
Richtor Barsten: "Either way..."
Richtor Barsten looks back at his pitcher
Britta smirks. "I may have heard it before if it was about beards then."
Britta seems reluctant to leave the bar to go looking for Herc and sighs before resting her elbows on the counter, leaning forward a little. "Never mind the chicken..."
Richtor Barsten: "A sad sight. my pitcher is empty..."
Richtor Barsten looks around for the waitress...
Cauta walked slowly through the hall and into the common room, thumbing the broach for a moment before spotting the two from the night before. With Eschaton in tow, she quietly approaches, picking a seat beside the dwarf and lowering herself into it with a sigh.
Richtor Barsten: "A SAD SIGHT! MY PITCHER IS EMPTY!"
Britta looks at her empty pitcher for a moment, grinning stupidly once Richtor starts yelling.
Richtor Barsten looks over
Richtor Barsten: "hmm? Oh, 'ello!"
Cauta: "Morning."
Richtor Barsten: "It ain't morning until I get well and drunk...and I'm only half way there..."
Richtor Barsten: me smiles
Richtor Barsten smiles
DM: Jill-"So simple to make happy you are, here you are a nother.. another set of copper crowns please?" -he eyes seem to light a bit seeing Cauta at the table and voice breaks a bit- "Is.. is there anything for you mis?"
Richtor Barsten: ((bloody typo thingy))
DM: Britta now Listen check!))
Britta: ((Barbarian orc slip up, Richtor))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Britta: 18
Richtor Barsten hands over coppers
Britta makes no move to ask for another drink.
Cauta doesn't even look up, already thumbing with her hood to get it up and covering her features. "Something to eat. Something light."
DM: Britta you can hear what sounds like a chicken.. outside. Slightly panic chuckling.
Britta sighs softly and abandons her pitcher as she slides off the stool. "I'll be back in a bit." She wanders outside, glancing about for the chicken.
DM: Richtor you get your shitty brew, and Jill hands you a quick bowl of soup.. It's kinda small but it smells nice!
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, I didn't order any soup..."
DM: It can be easily seen Herc in a cage, being carried around by Snitchgit, he seems to be prodding her with a stick too- "Ahh.. seems I finally caugh ya. Atleast one thing went right today."
Britta doesn't hesitate. She marches over to Snitchgit, hooks her fingers into the cage's bars and punches Snitchgit squarely across the jaw.
DM: Jill stumbles on herself, passing the bowl back to Cauta and exchanging your pitcher- "I'm very sorry sir.. there ya go, it's free soup then."
DM: (WHAT! Why do you all hate teh goblin.. Q~Q Give me a attack roll)
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Cauta raises an eyebrow but says nothing other than a muttered thank you.
Britta: ((Meh. Lemme get my CS))
Britta: ((What else do I add? I forgot. XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((Base attack plus strength?))
DM: (Base Attack plus Str mod..)
Britta: (()
Britta: ((WHY!?))
Britta: ((Meh, at least it won't have a chance of killing him.))
DM: Snitchgit makes a quick dodge getting some distance from you- "Hey! Get away.. I found it!" (he seems ready to run)
Britta points at the cage. "That's my chicken! I've been looking for her!"
Britta looks fairly angry, obviously starting to suspect Snitchgit of actually having snuck into her room and stealing the chicken.
DM: (( I just remembered.. if Eschaton not here I can't.. do certain things in my quest."))
DM: (( I'll just wing it))
DM: Snitchgit looks at the bird then back to you- "What you got to trade for it? Coin, food?"
Britta: ((I'm still fine either way. I have this thingy prepared, but it most likely won't be finished within this session at this time.))
Britta sighs and crosses her arms across her chest. "I bought her for two copper crowns. That means if you sold her back to me, you'd get one copper crown." Despite her barbarian heritage, Britta isn't too bad with numbers.
Cauta: ((MEANWHILE, AT THE BAR IN AWKWARD SILENCE))
Britta: ((TOTALLY))
Richtor Barsten has moved over to the dwarven miners and is now joined with them in drinking dwarven songs
DM: (My net died great)
Britta: ((That's annoying))
DM: Git- "A full silver piece take it or leave it.. otherwise I got my meal planned for today!"
Cauta sips silently at her soup, watching the dwarf in the corner of her eye. After a moment, she sighs to herself. "Richtor. A word if I could?"
Richtor Barsten looks over, wiping some ale off of his beard.
Richtor Barsten: "Aye."
Richtor Barsten walks over
DM: (Once more sorry guys everything seems to be attacking me today, I have to do this round early to give him back his wand... because we're sharing)
Britta looks at Git in silent anger for a moment before nodding. She takes a few steps closer, fishing in her coin purse with one hand... with the other she reaches out, taking the cage from him and tucking it under her arm. She starts to bring her hand out from her coin purse, closing it as she does so... then brings her foot up between Snitchgit's thighs. ((Sorry, sorry! She just... protects her chicken.))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta: GAH!
Britta: ((6))
Richtor Barsten: ((That is why you never groin shot.))
Britta: ((*throws a hissy fit and stomps feet* I CAN'T EVEN KICK A GOBLIN IN THE-...!!!))
Richtor Barsten: ((*nods))
Britta: ((At this rate she's gonna end up in jail or paying Snitchgit a whole GP for this!))

Britta: ((And groin shots always work in games! D&D... no.))
Britta: ((Welp, I'm gonna wander off for a few mins. Hopefully DM'll be back by then.)
Richtor Barsten: ((Groin shots...are apparently over a hundred times more painful than giving birth...if it's a full on hard as you can kick))
DM: Seems Snitchgit is faster then you though, and jumps in timing to bite your hand hoping to fish whatever coin was in it.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
DM: (Damn it I can't hit ether, back to finishing my round )
Cauta mulls her words for a moment. "I find myself in a situation that may require...protection, and after last night, I've seen that you're capable." She looks to the dwarf, locking eyes with him. "I have need of a bodyguard. Would you be interested?"
Britta: ((Back))
Britta apparently didn't pull anything out of her coin purse. She drops the cage behind her and flies a fist at Snitchgit's face. ((Please... be reasonable, O dice roller...))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta: ((YES!!!))
Britta: ((22))
Cauta: ((You guys are absolute assholes to that goblin...))
Britta: ((... he stole Britta's chicken.))
Britta: ((Then tried to get 9 cp over what Britta should pay if she was actually gonna buy. XD))
DM: Etherway Snitchgit takes the slug rolling with the punches and just throws his arms up- "Fine take the damn pest.. it's not like she's ripe or anything.. " -after that he kinda just wallos there in the allyway looking kinda shady
DM: (Alright no more waiting, guess Eschaton just misses out on the free loot)
DM: Awareness people in the bar!)
Britta picks up the chicken cage and stops to look at Snitchgit. She sighs and reaches into her coin pouch. She tosses him two copper coins before closing her coin purse again. "Buy your own chicken." With that, she turns and walks back into the tavern with the caged Herc.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Britta: ((Since I'm back in the bar. 24))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Cauta: ((Sigh.))
DM: (( I'll wait for Richtor response first))
Cauta: ((Quaker is away for a little bit, I think))
Cauta: ((dunno where to though...))
Britta: ((I guess it's lucky Britta didn't roll a 20 on that groin shot.))
DM: You both notice something strange, Gunther doesn't seem to have a keg near by, or even laying around. And he seems to be ichying and having a strong a sweat as he walks back behind the counter before making eye contact with you two- "Oi.. you think ya'll be up for some quick coin.. But you have to start now, and the quicker you finish I may throw in a bonus, wa ya say?"
DM: ((Once more sorry guys tonight isn't running smoothly))
Cauta: ((No sweat))
Britta: ((It's ok))
Cauta glances away from Richtor, fixing Gunther with a curious look. She thinks for a moment, before nodding. "Coin is generally good. What do you need?"
DM: (( Cauta stop trying to read books, GILL"S A TIEFLING! XD))
Britta retakes her seat at the bar and fumbles with the cage, trying to open it.
Cauta: ((SHADDAP.))
Britta: ((Is Gunther talking to Britta too?))
DM: Gunther slams his fist hard on the table shooking you Britta from your cage- "I need ya to get that damn little green skin arse in gear! He's late! i don't care what he says, tell him to redo it and check on them first handed." -Gunther is a tad worked up from this, and yes Britta
Richtor Barsten: ((back))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten: ((13))
DM: (You noticed the same Richtor, Gunther's sweating, ichying, and ill tempered )
Britta jumps, startled. She blinks at Gunther for a moment, then frowns. "You mean the little imp who just stole my chicken? What else'd he do?"
DM: (and lack of a keg)
Richtor Barsten: ((In response to Cauta)) "If the coin is good, the ale better, and the fighting awesome...I'm in."
Britta manages to hook her fingers through a weak point in the cage and ends up breaking it. Herc flutters out and darts across the counter to perch next to Richtor, cooing softly and turning her head every which way. Britta sets the broken cage down on the counter next to her empty pitcher.
Richtor Barsten notices Gunther and his condition, but also hears the prospect of more coin.
Richtor Barsten: "I'm always itching to get paid...mostly by fighting, but coin's coin."
Cauta doesn't react to the slamming fist, raising her eyebrows slightly. "And how much coin is involved, Gunther?" She spares a glance to Richtor for a moment. "We'll talk at length later."
DM: Gunther- "Name your price.. I'll give ya 30.. 50.. no 100 golden crowns each if you can get me my ingredients by sun down."
DM: (( Gunther rage flips whole table xD))
Richtor Barsten eyes widen
Britta 's eyebrows shoot up. "100 gold!?"
DM: (( I kid I kid))
Britta: ((XD!))
Cauta smiles lightly. "Sounds reasonable."
Richtor Barsten: "I'm liking this 100 gold bit too."
Cauta: ((CAUTA. NO FUCKS. GIVEN.))
DM: (You may care about his smell)
Cauta leans back slightly, nose wrinkling slightly at the large dwarf's scent. "I suppose we can look into it for you."
Richtor Barsten: ((What's the scale for coins again? How many coppers to a silver, etc)
Britta: ((10 coppers to a silver. 10 silver to a gold, I think.))
Richtor Barsten finishes ale
DM: Gunther- "Good! Now get out of my sight, ya lazy arses! And get that goblin in gear!" -he would almost yell with a heavy sigh
DM: (correct Britta)
DM: (( About this time a glowing quest chapter light would turn on in your mental Quest Log named- "Gunthers Brew!" ))
Britta stands, meeting Gunther's gaze. "What ingredients are we getting?" she asks, eyes challenging slightly. She doesn't like being yelled at or spoken to roughly if she's doing the person a favor.
Britta: ((Yay!))
Cauta finishes her soup with a quick drink, setting the bowl aside and fluidly rising. She spares a glance to Britta. "I think the goblin can tell us that. You saw him last. Where is he?"
Britta: "Alleyway next to the tavern," Britta muttered. "But he won't want to talk to me. I kind of whacked him in the face to get Herc back."
Britta: ((quick brb))
Cauta frowns slightly. "Well, I suppose I can see what I can get out of him. If not..." She glances at Richtor. "We'll let you get it out."
Richtor Barsten: "I love getting information my way!"
Britta: ((back))
Cauta: "I have little doubt of that. For now though, let's try diplomacy."
Britta shakes her head and glances at the others. "I'll catch you with you lot in a minute. I have to stick the chicken somewhere she won't wander off from."
Britta grabs Herc up and heads for the rooms downstairs. She unlocks her room's door, tosses the chicken inside, and shuts and locks the door to Room 6 once more. Herc gives some nervous cluckings from the other side of the door, but Britta ignored her, figuring she could stop mothering the stupid chicken for a little while and actually go get some work done.
DM: Give me a spot check if your going outside looking for the bastard))
Cauta heads out the door, checking to ensure her hood is secure on her head before stepping outside and glancing towards the alleyway
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Richtor Barsten follows Caute
Richtor Barsten: *Cauta
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Cauta: ((23))
Richtor Barsten: (()
DM: (is Britta coming?)
Britta: ((sorry))
Britta trips back up the stairs and heads fro the door, following the others.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Britta: ((17))
DM: Outside you can barely make out the small shadowy figure holding his jacket out trying to sell a dark green vial to some elderly man- "Oh yes yes.. this can take the hair off a bugbears back if you need it too.. What ya say?" -the man would exchange something rather quickly, before giggling back out into the market- "Strange men ask for some strange things.. hehe."- Git would look back to ya'll- "Come back for something, or she still missing that tail feather?" -he would jest
Britta: "Y'know, now that you mention it, green-skin..." Britta abruptly trails off, trying to let Cauta be diplomatic.
Richtor Barsten looks to Cauta
Richtor Barsten whispers "Wait...are we starting this bodyguard thing now? Cause if not, I'm wondering why I'm following your lead..."
Britta glances over at the two of them and also whispers. "Bodyguard thing? She's got bloody horns! Who the hell like that needs a bodyguard?"
Britta: ((very quick brb!))
Richtor Barsten looks to Britta
DM: (( Take ya time I love team banter ))
Cauta smiles at the goblin. "Actually, yes. Gunther is after his ingredients and has hired us on to get things...sped up. I was wondering if you would be willing to share what you know." Cauta takes a silent breath, ignoring their whispering.
DM: (Builds character!)
Richtor Barsten: "Tieflings are often the victims of racial discrimination, you'd be surprised how many of them actually need bodyguards."
Cauta: ((Cauta is the business person of this party.))
Cauta: ((Also the only who hasn't harrassed the goblin. XD))
Britta: ((Back))
DM: Git (for short)- Hums to himself nodding- "Good.. good, seems that oversized stunty finally came to him mind. Yea I can get the stuff if your will to get your hands dirty.. We'll have to take a trip threw old town, and Poorman's Port.. You think you can do that?"
Britta: "How much she paying you?" Britta whispers back to Richtor.
DM: (I find this scene very funny with those two whispering back and forth lol)
Richtor Barsten looks to Cauta, then back to Britta "I don't know yet...I don't even know if I'm on the clock...horny toad is ignoring me."
Cauta smiles slightly wider. "The dirty side of things is their specialty, but we can assist."
Cauta flicks tail violently at horny toad comment.
Britta makes a face before whispering back. "She's pretty good at it."
DM: Git gets a evil looking smirk across his face as he hold out a hand, you can hear the noises of several vials, and other glass object jingle- "Good to see we got a agreement.. We'll have to take the back way.. I don't do well with the orc groups the other way."
DM: (Horny Toad very funny )
Britta: ((... am I the only one who carries around a pack? Which I happen to not have right now?))
Richtor Barsten: >.>
Cauta looks at the hand for a moment, before giving it a light shake. "Lead the way." She turns slightly to look at the other two. "For mercenaries, you gossip like housewives. I said we'd talk at length later, Richtor."
Britta: .
Cauta: ((Good hired help is hard to find.))
Britta: ((Of the variant that don't talk too much, true!))
DM: Git would look down the alleyway both ways looking pass the some hobos, and motion you down another flight of stairs. This level seems to smell of piss and other foul things as the waterways from above can be seen pouring off to the sides.. It's a good way down, is there anything you guys want to say, do, look, ect while walking?
Richtor Barsten: ((You haven't hired me yet >.>))
Cauta: ((Kinda got caught up in a quest.))
Richtor Barsten: ((So technically I'm not hired help then, am I?))
DM: Feel free to talk about hiring on the way)
Cauta: ((And look, listening to her has gotten us underway without needless rolls))
Cauta: ((You're hired by Gunther. Set match.))
Richtor Barsten: "I don't gossip, I exchange necessary information to expand my...mind...of stuff."
Richtor Barsten: ((That's right, Gunther...not you. Which means the whole hired help good to find thing, doesn't apply to you since you are the hired help.))
Britta glances about, trying not to breathe in through her nose. She glances off at the waterways, then to Cauta and Richtor. "Y'know, I need to put some thought into learning how to negotiate... Naah." She looks back off at the waterways again.
Cauta grimaces. "There's no part of this town that doesn't smell like piss..?" She follows after the goblin, barely sparing a glance towards the others. "Sure you do."
Richtor Barsten: "I can negotiate..."
Richtor Barsten grabs warhammar
Cauta: ((I have hired help. The elf. Who is NOT HERE. Perfectly applies.))
Britta: "... With your muscle. Not the same."
Richtor Barsten: ((TO HIM!))
Richtor Barsten: "If you get the information you need, and you don't kill the guy in the process...that is negotiation."
Cauta: ((You two haven't done anything yet to prove you're good hired help for Gunther. >_>))
Cauta: "I'd love to see how that works in a noble court..."
Richtor Barsten: ((Last time we were hired for something...I pulled all the weight >.>))
Britta: ((*Grumbles*))
Cauta: ((No you didn't.))
Britta: "Works well back home," Britta comments to Cauta.
Richtor Barsten: "funny thing dem noble courts...never cared much for them. Too much pompous attitude, not enough good ale..."
Richtor Barsten: ((You fired how many arrows before you got one lucky hit on the weakest of the monsters?))
Britta: "Ours have ale," Britta murmurs.
Richtor Barsten: ((Which I had already weakened to the point that kicking it lightly in the toe would have killed it))
Britta: ((I killed the hellhound!))
Cauta: ((Uh, two. You missed point blank. Plus I hit the hellhound.))
Richtor Barsten: ((And I didn't need healing...pansies))
DM: The waterway of Oldtown looks like it could give way and crumble all the way down to the river, infact off to the side you see it really far down. Git turns to you guys holding his hands up- "Would guys keep it quiet I rather not catch anyone's eyes..." -the sounds of heavy water can be heard rushing above you just a bit, and the stone underneath you feels.. rocky to say the less.- "I would say we could try and take the elevator down but.. with the stunty here I think it would break.. That means we'll have to go threw Oldtown South-end.." Give me Awareness guys!
Britta: ((XD!))
Cauta shakes head in exasperation. "Remind me never to visit your home then."
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Cauta: ((12))
Britta: ((13))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Richtor Barsten: (()
Britta grins at Cauta. "Yeah, you'd get snatched up pretty quickly... You wouldn't like it."
DM: Round time early keep talking if you wish.))
Cauta: "Snatched up..?"
Richtor Barsten glares at the Git
Britta: "Yeah, married. First guy to bed you is legally your husband."
Richtor Barsten: "I will hurt you ya tiny Git."
Britta: ((brb))
Cauta frowns lightly. "I'd wish them luck. The tail can do more than flick." She spares a glance towards Richtor, but says nothing to him. "If you're so worried about being seen, why move so openly? It'd be far easier to hide in the dark."
Richtor Barsten: "Bah, darkness. Let them come!"
Richtor Barsten looks over at them
Britta: ((Back with dinner))
Richtor Barsten: "Who we fighting?"
Britta lets the topic drop, but just smirks.
Britta glances at Richtor. "You really keen on going up against some orcs right now? Can't you just enjoy the scenery?"
Richtor Barsten looks off into the distance for exactly 2.73 seconds
Richtor Barsten: "Scenery enjoyed, where's the fightin at?"
Britta gives Richtor a light kick in the backside with her boot. "Jump over the edge and find it yourself, I dare y'."
Cauta sighs lightly to herself. "This is going to be quite the little adventure..."
Cauta: ((brb, getting a beverage with my bro. Will be back. Just drag Cauta along. Assume she's ignoring you otherwise, with appropriate tail flicking if you say something that'd insult her))
Britta: ((awkay))
Britta: .
Richtor Barsten: ((Soooo...))
Richtor Barsten: ((DM's on a round...Cauta's missing...))
Richtor Barsten: ((AND NO FIGHTING!))
Britta: ((Let's shove her over the edge while she's absent!!!))
Richtor Barsten: ((<.< )
Richtor Barsten: ((That's potential money material though!))
Britta: ((Oh, we can't do that...))
Britta: ((... hmm...))
Britta: ((Well, Britta just kicked you in the bum.))
Richtor Barsten: ((Technically, she kicked a few inches of steel plating))
Richtor Barsten: ((She just hurt her toe))
DM: (Sorry Rich but told ya, tonight wasn't going well. -_-' Trust me I feel bad.)
Britta: ((She has awesome boots. Her toes are unharmed))
Britta: ((Not your fault, Kitt.))
DM: (So tell me how are you guys lined up?)
Britta: ((I think Britta's behind Richtor))
Richtor Barsten: ((Rich's behind Cauta))
DM: (So Git -> Cauta -> Richtor -> Britta -> Eschaton I guess?)
Britta: ((You could always pick a fight with Britta...))
Britta: ((I don't think Esch's even there.))
Britta: ((hey...?))
Britta: ((GUYS!?))
Richtor Barsten: ((WHAT?!))
Britta: ((WHAT YOU DOIN', DWARF?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Nothing at the moment!))
DM: As you start to creep around the next corner you can see a small group pf half-orcs, that look like they're guarding a entryway into the cliff side. Git can be seen looking nervously hugging the wall- "Are you serious? Come on..."
DM: Richtor if you get a good spot check I might even let you notice something!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Richtor Barsten: ((8 -_-))
DM: One of them looks kinda familiar to you.
Britta doesn't seem too concerned by the orcs. She glances at Git and frowns. "Half-orcs? I thought you said orcs," she muttered to him.
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, it's them bastard orkies that bumped into me!"
DM: xD
Britta makes a face and glances at Git. "Well, what's the problem?" She starts moving towards the half-orcs.
DM: Git sways his head back and forth- "A dog is still a dog even if it's a mutt.. I kinda, I don't know.. Burn't some bridges with that gang.. I don't think they would care much for me trespassing again.:"
Richtor Barsten: "Well then...I think this calls for some...Negotation!"
DM: (So you all walking up to them?)
Richtor Barsten walks up confidently to them
Britta: ((Seems we are. ))
Britta follows Richtor. "Hey," she greets the half-orcs very casually.
DM: Can instantly tell they notice your group all four of them, and even can see them flair there noses. Each one looks about as civil as Britta kind.- "Ehh.. if ya want by it's going to cost ya lot... Actually.." -he seems to stop to peer at Cauta and Git, then back to Richtor- "I'm thinking 20 gold for atleast the Devil, wa ya boyz thinks?" -the others seem to just grunt, and chuckle
Richtor Barsten: "20 gold a piece for me not to kick your ass...seems reasonable."
DM: (They've yet to really notice Git he seems to be hiding kinda)
Britta shoves Richtor in the shoulder. "Ignore the dwarf," she says roughly.
DM: (Ahh Richtor how I love what few things you say.)
Richtor Barsten grunts at the barbarian
Britta glances up to the half-orcs, looking for the leader of the lot. "Which of you's the boss?"
DM: The group seems to shut there trap pretty quickly at Richtor remark, two on each side stepping around the side, and the bigger one you noticed spitting on your armor- "Talking trash Stunty, and you may find yourself lsix feet under.." - It's obvious the bigger one Richtor knows is the 'boss'
DM: (Man I was really hoping for everyone to be here.. I had some funny things to be said about each of ya..)
Britta surprisingly moves forward into the bosses' face. "You call him Stunty again, we'll have to find you a few extra feet seeing as you're a bit tall for just six feet under..." Her eyes flash fiercely.
DM: (Richtor give me one more Awareness..)
Richtor Barsten: "six feet under? Only six feet? Pup, the moment I'm done, they'll be able to see your feet in poking out of the ceiling of Morzamar!" ((I'm making up a dwarven city >.>))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Richtor Barsten: ((7, let me fight already! They seem to be my only good rolls!))
DM: (You can notice some braids of sort dangling from his hip, that's all)
Britta: ((SCALPS!))
Richtor Barsten: ((SCALPS?!))
Richtor Barsten: ((Why are we afraid of potatoes?))
Britta: ((SCALP BELT!!!))
Britta: ((BECAUSE THEY EAT YOU!))
Richtor Barsten: ((POTATO BELT!))
Britta: ((POTATO SCALP BELT!!!))
DM: Grak- "Oh big girl think she can count, haha.. if ya haven't notice little girl your a tad outnumbered.. may be best to get back on the streets."
Richtor Barsten: "Technically speaking, you're all halfsies...which makes you half men...which makes this fight, even."
Britta: "Make up your mind, am I a big girl or a little girl? ... Richtor, shut up."
DM: About this time Git jumps up, and yells- "Catch!" And smacks the big one in the face with a vial of acid." (Roll for turn order, and yea they can't count ether xD)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Britta: "Aw, what the hell."
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: (the area is really tight where you guys are fighting actually.. 5 blocks wide, so 25ft.. there is only four of them, and only boss seems to have his mace out.)
Britta: ((10 attack))
DM: Your fist lands right in his gut, but there is enough padding to take the blow you just kinda knocked the air out. Sorry Britta)
DM: (Flat-footed means you caught someone off guard meaning they don't get to add in there Dex mod for AC)
Britta: ((Okay, cool.))
Richtor Barsten TAKES OUT HIS WARHAMMAR!
DM: Richtor you turn!
Richtor Barsten: ((Do I have to use a turn taking out my weapon, or can I attack as well?))
DM: You have to pull it out first then you can atleast move.. sorry)
Richtor Barsten: ((In that case))
Richtor Barsten pulls out warhammer and stands in front of the boss
DM: (I'll let ya hit him with the pummel how about that? Just for good measure?)
Richtor Barsten: "'Eylo pretty!"
Richtor Barsten PUMMEL HITS!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Richtor Barsten: ((>.>))
DM: That's a fail)
Richtor Barsten: ((7))
Britta: ((Is it my turn?))
DM: Cauta will pull out her cross bow, and reload.. half-orcs turns. The three in the back each pull out there clubs, and one has a wicked looking blade. They rush up getting ready to pummel you two. The boss on the other hand does take teh time to wipe his eyes swinging his mace wildly at you Britta-
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 1
Cauta: You suck.
Cauta: XD
Britta: ((MWAHAHA! Hey))
DM: And smacks his friend right in the face, making him spit out a tooth.
Britta: ((Whoo!))
Britta looks like she's trying to hold in a laugh.
Cauta sighs lightly. "This is what I get for letting you do negotiation."
DM: Grak- "Your dirty little bastard I'm goin rip ya in two for this.. Ahh, my eyes!"
Britta unsheathes her sword and brings it down diagonally towards the half-orc's shoulder and neck.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM: Britta go)
Richtor Barsten: "This way's much easier!"
Britta: ((Oooh!))
Britta: ((Just a minute...))
Britta rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta: ((Wait, I'm confused... bastard sword attack is...?))
DM: (You hit.. and your damage is D10 + str mod)
Britta: ((Just 5 then))
Richtor Barsten: ((I have a +1 mod to hitting orcs...does it count if I'm fighting half orcs?))
DM: Alright, you cut into his chest a bit, you can see teh leather hide bleeding a bit. Richtor your turn
DM: (Yes it does.. and Goblins)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Richtor Barsten: ((Not even going to bother doing the math))
Britta: ((XD!))
DM: You may hit, he is kinda blind at the moment.
Richtor Barsten: ((I haven't gotten anything over 10 in the past like...6 rolls >.>))
Richtor Barsten: ((wait, do I add the melee attack modifier?))
Richtor Barsten: ((I can't remember a lot of stuff >.>))
DM: Base Attack + Str mod
Britta: ((I'm gonna grab some sorbet. I'll probably be back before my turn.))
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
Richtor Barsten: ((wait...
DM: Alright well then you can't seem to get in, with Britta in the way and the others coming on your sides.
Richtor Barsten: ((wrong, 9))
Richtor Barsten: ((either way
DM: Cauta turn)
Cauta: ((Hrm...aim for the...blinded dwarf?))
Cauta: ((I MEAN.))
Cauta: ((Orc.))
Cauta: ((<.< )
Richtor Barsten: ((I will murder you))
DM: Well he kinda hidden at the moment, it's four people ontop of 2.)
Richtor Barsten: ((Once I learn to swing))
DM: You could tag a outsider)
Cauta: ((It was an honest slip, actually))
Cauta: ((I'll do that.))
Britta: ((back))
DM: You can use a move action to aim also, giving you +2 to hit)
Cauta aims her bow, not even bothering trying to fire into melee, instead focusing on one of the orcs on the outside.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta: ((>.>))
Cauta: ((I forget the math...))
DM: (You all do.. Base Attack + Dex Mod, +2 for aiming)
DM: (Left side or right side also?)
DM: (No in combat banter from the dwarf I'm surprised)
Richtor Barsten: ((I HAVE YET TO HIT ANYTHING!))
Cauta: ((left))
Richtor Barsten: ((Fuckin roller not giving me anything good))

Cauta: ((So...))
Britta: ((if I taunt the dwarf, all my rolls may turn evil...))
Cauta: ((21.))
DM: You hit I'll even give ya sneak attack for this roll)
Cauta: ((Woo!))
DM: (Roll damage)
Cauta: ((...how does that work again? XD))
Cauta rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 8
DM: (Roll damage + d6)
Cauta: ((...mother of god.))
Cauta rolled a die. The die showed: 4
Cauta: ((Odin's testies.))
DM: (You may detail his death)
DM: (Which do you guys like more? Detailing there death yourself, or me?)
Cauta looses the bolt, watching with a cold satisfaction as it finds it place solidly in the orc's throat. "That's for the devil comment, Half-orc."
DM: One on the doesn't care much for what you just did, and takes off after you trying to crush your skull)
Cauta: ((Pulling the team here guy-OH FUCK))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((RAPIER TIME))
Britta: ((Horns!!))
Britta: ((No unsheathing!))
DM: It misses ya barely and he seems very pissed! The boss going to hit swing at ya again Britta
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DM: What's your AC Britta?
Britta: 17
DM: Britta you feel what could be a bone almost crack when this heavy mace lands into your side, luckly you got some padding!
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 3
DM: (Take 5 HP Britta)
DM: Last Boy is going get him some dwarf! And tries to hammer your shiny helmet Richtor!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta grunts, figuring it must have been a rib that cracked. ((Down to 25 HP))
DM: (Sadly he can not, you hear the bang but don't feel a thing)
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm not wearing a helmet >.>))
DM: Britta Turn!
Cauta: ((...))
DM: (YOUR shoulder then!)
Richtor Barsten: (( ))
DM: (Cauta just to let you know if you try to pull out your weapon this guy is going to get a free swing at ya)
Britta , despite the pain in her ribs, clenches her sword tightly. She makes a vicious stab for the orc's side just below the armpit.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Britta: (23)
Britta rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 4
DM: (You can just step back safely and pull it out but that's it.)
Britta: (7)
DM: (I believe a 19 crits Britta)
Cauta: ((...motherfuck.))
Britta: ((So he's dead?))
DM: Grak gives a angry howl feeling the blood run down his side. No he is still kicking.)
DM: (That 4 your rolled was a 8 instead when you crit.)
Britta: ((ah, ok))
DM: Richtor
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten: ((14))
DM: You hitting the boss?
Richtor Barsten: ((DROPPING DA BOSS!))
DM: Roll damage!
Britta: ((What about that guy that tapped you on the shoulder?))
Britta: ((isn't he a greater threat at the moment?))
DM: (They're side by side at the moment.. so meh)
Britta: ((Ah))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten: ((7))
Britta: ((Now is he dead? XD))
DM: (Detail his death as you please)
DM: Cauta turn)
Cauta: ((hrm...fuck...do I risk a hit and just aim...))
Richtor Barsten swings the warhammar at Grak's head, hearing a squishy sound as his skull caves in under the onslaught of the hammer. "SWINGIN DA HAMMAR!"
Britta: ((horns!!!))
Richtor Barsten: ((Wait, don't I get to go again if I kill someone?))
Cauta: ((Horns aren't combat practical!))
DM: Oh yea.. go ahead and Cleave)
Richtor Barsten: ((In one hit?))
DM: Yea
Richtor Barsten: "NEXT VICTIM!"
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Britta: ((Use them as a movement thing! Ram them up into his eyes. I'm pretty sure that's combat practical))
Richtor Barsten: ((18))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten: ((13))
Cauta: ((Her horns go backwards from her forehead, NOT forward!))
Britta: ((Turn around!))
DM: It lands solidly into teh grunt, he staggers back looking at Grak.
DM: Cauta your go
Cauta: ((And get attack of oppurtunity?!))
Cauta: ((Which grunt staggered..?))
DM: (No your off to the side with this one alone)
Cauta: ((...FUCK.))
DM: The one that tried to hit Richtor helmet
Cauta: ((Uuh...shit.))
DM: (Doing a round)
Cauta backs away from the half-orc, quickly readying her rapier for the coming melee.
Cauta: "I'm not built for this..."
Britta: ((I guess it's my turn?))
Cauta: ((no, I think this Orc goes after me...))
Britta: ((Ah, true))
Britta: ((I'm enjoying this!))
Cauta: ((I'm not enjoy the threat of having my head caved in. >_>))
Britta glances to Richtor. "That was a nice kill right there."
Britta: ((Well... once Orcy's made his attack, I'll try getting Britta to back you up.))
Cauta: ((If not, I may actually get blood on this rapier))
Britta: ((Banter?))
Cauta: ((Cauta's worried about getting clubbed. <.< )
Britta: (("ARGH! HELP!"))
Richtor Barsten: ((...))
Richtor Barsten: ((She doesn't seem the type to do that ))
Britta: ((Nah, too badass.))
Cauta: ((Controlled panic. ))
DM: The orc stares at you Cauta as you back up and his eyes seem start burning with rage when he hears Grak death cries, causing him to stop and look over at Richtor- "Grak!!! I'll kill you Stunty! Ahhhh!" -The orc to left side a tad behind Britta and Richtor bull rushes Richtor seeing his friend killed trying to push the dwarf over the edge to his death.
DM: Richtor give me a Str check with your Base attack added in to resist being pushed)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Cauta: ((Not the dwarf! I need him to take hits!))
DM: I got a 20)
Cauta: ((....))
Cauta: ((Richtor. We knew ye well.))
DM: Wait.. 18, forgot the slippery surface rule, but you get the -2 also)
DM: (17 I mean.. this isn't the boss >,> forgot)
Richtor Barsten: ((<.< )
Britta: ((You're holding us in suspense!))
DM: (Str mod + Base Attack)
DM: (Hahah)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((...))
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
Cauta: ((We knew ye well.))
Richtor Barsten: ((I have 18 AC...I doubt I'll die from this >.>))
DM: (Give me a Reflex check.)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((Being pushed off an edge..?))
Richtor Barsten: (()
Richtor Barsten: ((well fuck this game))
DM: (And there is a river at the bottom.. But!)
Cauta: ((BRITTA! DO SOMETHING!))
Britta: ((Am planning!))
Richtor Barsten: ((I WILL LIVE!))
Richtor Barsten: ((I AM VON RICHTOR!))
Richtor Barsten: ((A MERE BULLRUSH WILL NOT KILL ME!))
Britta: ((... then he dies.))
DM: Richtor you feel the anger hit you like a train, the ground's moister working against you as you drop your warhammer to hold back the orc as you come sliding to the edge of the waterway.. you can feel the air so high up against the back of your head
DM: (You are right on the edge with half a footing on the stone.)
Richtor Barsten: ((>.>))
Britta: ((... my turn?))
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, you're a big one!"
DM: You other bloodied half-orc takes this time to turn tail and bolt back into the cliff side entrance.
Richtor Barsten attempts to twist the momentum, throwing the halfsie over the edge
DM: Britta turn!
Richtor Barsten: ((or not))
Richtor Barsten: (( ))
DM: (after her, then you can)
Britta: ((So, this orc holding Richtor at the edge... are they wrestling?))
DM: Of a sort yes, like a tackle.
Britta: ((So a bashing into the back of the orc would NOT be a wise choice...))
DM: (Maybe.. maybe not)
Britta , torn between helping Cauta or Richtor, goes to help the dwarf seeing as Cauta has even footing and a melee weapon to defend herself with. She races towards the two of them and grabs the back of the half-orc's neck, yanking him back.
Britta: ((What roll do I have to do for this?))
DM: Grapple. Str + BA
DM: And the one that was infront of cauta is the one that tackled Richtor.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta: ((GRAH!))
Britta: ((Wait...))
Richtor Barsten: ((Thanks for the help))
DM: (It's a fumble.. it auto fails sorry lass.)
Britta: ((Just 6...))
Britta: ((Sorry))
Richtor Barsten: (( ))
DM: Britta your tring to pull him away but your too worried about adding any extra weight toward Richtor from the side your on.
Britta: ((The back of his neck must have been really oily or something.))
DM: Richtor give me a grapple check Richtor if you want to throw him off.
Britta: ((Hey... if I threw in an intimidate roll, would that be considered conversation or a combat move in a situation like this?))
DM: It's a combat action techy)
Britta: ((Ah-kay))
Richtor Barsten: ((No Cuata action?))
Richtor Barsten: ((*Cauta))
DM: Britta, Richtor, Cauta remember?
Richtor Barsten: ((Ah))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Richtor Barsten: ((12))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM: O,O
Britta: ((NOOOO!))
Cauta: ((<.< )
Cauta: ((This orc is manly.))
Richtor Barsten: ((>.>))
Richtor Barsten: ((Well...))
DM: Richtor I hate to tell you, but you slip and fall... give me another reflex
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Cauta: ((...))
Richtor Barsten: ((FUCK THIS GAME!))
Britta: ((Bother))
DM: Another reflex
Richtor Barsten: ((god damn five rolls...
Richtor Barsten: ((none above 8 >.>))
Cauta: ((This roller hates you...))
DM: Roll again!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Britta: Whoo!
Richtor Barsten: ((18))
Cauta: ((Not today, orc!))
Richtor Barsten: ((>.> it's feeling sorry for me >.>))
DM: You manage to catch the side, hanging off all action hero style.
Britta: "Shoot him, Cauta! Shoot him!"
Britta: ((The... orc...))
DM: Cauta it's your turn, you can see the half-orc is about to stomp on Richtors stuby fingers
Cauta: ((FUCK. And I got the rapier out! FUCK!))
Britta: ((... DAMN!))
Cauta: ((Uuuuh. Can I stab him in the back?))
Britta: ((Charge!!!))
DM: Yea)
DM: (Or this is Sparta kick him in teh back..)
Cauta: ((...that'll do.))
Cauta hurries forward, taking advantage of the Orc's turned back to roughly kick at his backside.
Cauta: ((What do I need..?))
DM: Melee attack
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((...fuck.))
Britta: ((... does that mean she falls over too? XD))
Cauta: ((Melee is not her strong point...))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm not the only one epically failing))
Britta: ((Sorry, I laughed out loud and scared my cat when you rolled that 3...))
Cauta: ((This roller is a dick...))
Britta: ((Makes it interesting... Where the heck is Snitchgit?))
Richtor Barsten: ((You're telling me...I have +5 to melee attacks...and I still couldn't do anything...))
Cauta: ((We at least both killed one...))
DM: Cauta you kick him in the back and it makes him stop having to make him catch his balance and turn back toward with a load grunt.. his nose flaring at your attempt to kill him.- "Not this time Devil! Stunty need to get the stompin.." -As he turns around Git runs up and hits him in the back with what appears to be a vial of smoke that cause the orc to stumble before falling off the ledge alseep. Richtor give me a Fort save vrs poisons.
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barsten: ((14))
Britta: ((Uh-oh...))
DM: Need a 12
DM: (Ok your good)
Britta: ((*breathes a sigh of relief*))
DM: Out of combat! Give me a str check Richtor, and anything you got in climb
Britta: ((... I like how I'm genuinely worried about everyone.))
Cauta: ((Yeaaah...))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta: ((How many we got left to fight?))
DM: None.. the other ran off remember?
Britta: ((Oh, cool.))
DM: I was rolling the Hlaf-orcs fort save he did fail
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta moves to the ledge and sheathes her sword, reaching down to offer Richtor a hand up.
Richtor Barsten: ((24))
DM: Oh shit.. Richtor climbed back up even with all that armor.. You got a -8 just for the full-plate fyi))
Cauta breathes a sigh of relief, panting as she sheathes her sword. "I'm thinking a little more than 100 gold for this..."
Richtor Barsten: ((>.> Now I get the big number))
Britta: ((That's 16))
Richtor Barsten: (I can lift myself up in full plate...but I can't take a tackle from a half orc...))
DM: It was slippery also.
Britta: ((Badass in all the wrong areas.))
Britta: ((Kinda like... you're totally badfoot.))
Britta: ((Badjoke.))
DM: Git takes the time to start going threw Grak pockets, and looking back at you- "You own me Stunty.. Fog Drakes breaths doesn't come cheap ya know? Oh some gold.."
Richtor Barsten: ((Badline ))
Britta: ((*snickers! XD))
Britta helps Richtor to his feet. "You all right?"
Cauta glances at the goblin and the others. "Next time...diplomacy, yeah?"
Richtor Barsten: "I had him right where I wanted him!"
DM: (Cauta you have Craft poison right? Give me a knowledge check and add that in))
Britta: "You could have stepped in any time, tiefling."
Cauta: ((okay))
Britta turns her back to the others, a hand touching her chest and waist. A little blood is seeping through her armor.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta: ((And I add...my craft skill to that..?))
Richtor Barsten: "And every time you say 'stunty' is another time that we take away from that 'owing' pile"
DM: (I think it would be heavy bruising Britta it was a mace )
DM: (Yea)
Britta: ((Mace... don't they have pointy bits?))
Cauta: ((21))
DM: (True ok)
Cauta: ((Morning stars are pointy))
Cauta shakes head. "Had to try it your way first before I could say my way is better."
Cauta gives Britta a mild look of concern. "You alright?"
Richtor Barsten: "I like my way better Tiefling!"
DM: Cauta your not great with crafting but you do know it takes a bit of skill to make something useable from Fog Drake's breath.. Your pretty sure Git isn't just a slimy bastard but also a good Alchemist
Britta fingers at the dent and crack in her armour, rubbing the blood between her fingers. She doesn't seem too worried, just a tinsy bit pained. "My brother was your height... he never got called stunty."
Cauta: "I have a name, Richtor. Use it."
Britta glances briefly at Cauta before returning her attention to her side. "Yeah, I'm fine. The guy with the mace swatted me is all."
Richtor Barsten: "I'll use it when you stop claiming that you are instantly better than I am."
DM: Git starts motioning to the dead bodies- "You should hurry up and toss these damn things over the side before that other one comes back with more.. I'm not a big fan of the Grummish kind.."
Britta: "Leave them," Britta quickly said.
Richtor Barsten grabs the bodies and tosses them over the side
Britta: "It'll just make them angrier if they can't find the bodies," she told Git. "At least let them have the opportunity to bury their dead."
Cauta moves over beside Git. "An impressive potion..." She spares a glance over at Richtor. "Well, when you're dangling off a ledge almost dropping to a rather wet death, it's hard not to assume my way is preferable. But by all means, drown next time."
Britta glares at Richtor.
Cauta: "The dead are dead. They don't care anymore."
Britta: "It's not about the dead. It's about their families."
Britta seems a might touchy about the subject.
DM: Git seems take your comment rather well holding his chin up a bit- "Tis in the family trade.. But the guards don't come this far down anymore.. so They're the least of our worries.. We still got cliffside of Old Town to go threw."
Richtor Barsten dusts his hands off as he dumps the bodies
Richtor Barsten: "You bunch aren't overly observant are you?"
DM: (Richtor you hear a random fisherman cursing)
Richtor Barsten: "And that dangling part was a plan...a badly done up and possibly wrong plan..."
Richtor Barsten looks over the ledge
Richtor Barsten: "ah...well...shit..."
DM: Seems one of the bodies landed in a small boat xD)
Britta: "Annnd, then there's the possibility of that happening..."
Cauta nods. "Well, let's make haste then. I'd rather not have to deal with more of them today." Mutters. "Or ever again, if possible."
DM: (We can stop here or keep going I know Quake has a bed time)
Britta: ((noooo!!!))
Richtor Barsten: ((<.< )
Richtor Barsten: ((Another 15/20 minutes))
DM: Git quickly moves inside looking side to side, you do notice it's very dark Britta.. and even dim to Cauta. Richtor on the otherhand is having no issues.
Richtor Barsten: ((DARKVISION!))
Britta follows Git, trying to see in the darkness. At one point she even puts a hand out to guide herself along.
Richtor Barsten walks in casually
Britta: **As Britta walks, her hand by her side keeps straying to the crack in her armor to wipe away the small blood trickle.
Britta: ((P.S., as of this whole campaign, we are now up to page 100.))
DM: The walls seems old and covered in moss from all the water that randomly seeps down the sides. What you see next can be described as a hobo town kinda.. it's a a long hallway that seems to twist and go farther down toward the base of the river. You can see old rooms that use house large dwarfen families inside. Awareness or anything you guys want to look at?
DM: Just send it to me Britta I;ll cut out the useless banter and things or you can))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta drops her guiding hand down to her belt, resting her palm against her coin purse.
Richtor Barsten: ((6 >.>))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Britta: ((20))
Britta: ((It's a lot to cut out, haha! Plus, it's not all about the game. ))
Cauta: ((I have darkvision...))
Cauta: (( ))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten: ((<.< WUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTT?!))
Cauta: ((16))
DM: You can hear the coughing of several and see all manners of races grouped together, some rooms only contain hot coals and small kids. Some even flock to you Britta seeing as your in the front begging for coin- "Pleases.. some coins miss?" -Git seems to flail his arms hissing at some of the more shady looking people.
Britta keeps her hand upon her coin purse, firmly letting them see she's not in a generous mood. She glowers at anyone who comes near her.
Cauta keeps tight to the group, eyes watching the people cautiously, but also curiously. "It's...quite the place..."
DM: As for Richtor you can see some tunnels that look rather older and broken mining gear rusted to bits. Not all of the homes look poor though there seems to be a handful toward the entrance who seems well off.
DM: Git- "Not all this place is bad.. I just had to go in the back way. To many Grak's men on the other side.. Luckly no one claims this area so alot the homeless enjoy it's free housing.. Just watch your coin purse around here."
DM: ( I have to do a round I'm sorry)
Britta: ((nuuu!))
DM: feel free to talk or ask Git questions))
Richtor Barsten looks around, and notices one of the beggars reaching for his coin purse
Richtor Barsten: "I can crush your skull with one hand...and I will do it too...with a jug of ale in the other."
Britta slows down so she's walking next to Richtor. "Hey," she murmurs. "Got a minute?" Her expression is strange as if she's uncertain about something.
Richtor Barsten: "aye"
Cauta moves forward a bit, looking at some of the beggars.
Britta keeps walking, just at a slower pace than before. "I think that goof back there ended up ramming some of my own armor into my side. Either that or a piece of his mace broke off inside."
Richtor Barsten looks at the wound
Richtor Barsten: ((Do I need to roll for any of this?))
Cauta: ((I unno))
Britta: ((Probably just awareness or nothing. Basically, at some point Britta is gonna have to stop and tend to her wound.))
Cauta looks to some of the children, wandering towards them slightly for a moment. She thumbs her coin purse, deep in thought.
Richtor Barsten: ((DM gone?))
Britta: ((on a round))
Britta: ((Thought I'd bring this up to fill in the time. ))
Britta twists a little in the hopes he can maybe see through the cracked and dented armour a little better. "See anything?"
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm just going to go with it >.>))
Britta: ((XD!))
Richtor Barsten: "yep, armour's dented"
Richtor Barsten grabs it and wrenches it out
Britta yells as the blood stuck to her skin and armor rips away. She gives an Orcish curse and squints her eyes. "I didn' wan' y'to do anything with it!"
Richtor Barsten: "It's fixed, ain't it?"
Britta rolls her eyes. "OH, aye, of course it's fixed! I'm not!"
Britta: (( ))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm falling asleep here >.>))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm gonna call it a night. <.< )
Britta: ((n'aww...))
Britta: ((It was fun))
Richtor Barsten: ((Night people))
Britta: ((Night night!))
DM: Back
Britta: ((Hey, quake had to go sleep. ))
Britta: ((Take a read.))
DM: Well thoughts for tonight or where you ended up?
Britta: I'm happy about it. Though, next time... need to know why Esch drops out on us like that.
DM: He's in the middle of getting a job, I bet his mom yelled at him to get some sleep incase they call for a interview
Britta: ((He could still tell us.))
DM: Agreed
Britta: Should I send him the history?
DM: Sure
Britta: .. should I send him THIS part? XD
DM: GC go?
Britta: Nah, just 'Take a read'
Britta: Didn't say he was.
Cauta: ((We neeeeedddd a meeedddiiiccc!))
Britta: ((He's meant to be the medic!))
Britta: ((Maybe Britta's gonna have to multi-class.))
DM: Well not the best adventure but it started atleast. Enjoying Old Town?
Britta: Yup! Lotsa grime and water and thugs.
DM: Dang you never got to ask Git what you guys where getting XD
Britta: That... was something I wanted to ask but forgot once the fight came up.
DM: Guilty any input?
Cauta: ((Cauta's never really been this deep in the 'poor' side before.))
Britta: Next time... Britta brings her pack.
Britta: Britta has.
Britta: Britta has.
DM: Pretty much there is the south side of the bridge with the remains that are the poor city, and the north side is the middleclass rich area where Dumas is
DM: Also you took the waterway into OldTown which is the worst way to go
Cauta: ((No, I mean she's never really interacted with these kinda poor people. Cauta's been sheltered. <.< )
Britta: Going across the bridge is better, I bet?
DM: Yea
Britta: I loved that scene with poor Richtor about to get his fingers trodden on...
DM: Oh good so I need to throw more poor children at Cauta
Britta: "I LOST MY PUPPY!"
DM: xD WHich part Kate?
Cauta: ((She's already thumbing her coin purse. ))
Britta: Just the whole thing. Us rolling terrible rolls... GC going "We all knew you well"... the suspense.
DM: Cauta you kick him in the back and it makes him stop having to make him catch his balance and turn back toward with a load grunt.. his nose flaring at your attempt to kill him.- "Not this time Devil! Stunty need to get the stompin.." -As he turns around Git runs up and hits him in the back with what appears to be a vial of smoke that cause the orc to stumble before falling off the ledge alseep. Richtor give me a Fort save vrs poisons.
Britta: Britta knows that if she opens her coin purse, she'll be trampled. XD
DM: I love that line, Stunty need to get the stompin
Britta: XD
Britta: Well, I utterly enjoyed myself.
Cauta nods
Britta: It's a shame its so late for everyone else...
Cauta: Was a little rough, but we got some done
DM: I know right? I'ld still be up
DM: Well when ya have Quake bed time, plus Vex randomly disappearing, Britta trying to kill my NPC, it's a tad hard
Britta: ... yeah, sorry 'bout that, but he did steal her chicken and then try to sell Herc back to her... for 9 cp more than Herc should have been sold. XD
DM: brb hope your still up in a sec
Britta: I have 30 mins.
Britta: Still there, Guilty?
Cauta: Mhm.
Britta: You ok?
Cauta: I'm fine
Cauta: Little sleepy.
Britta: What's the time? 0300?
Cauta: 330
Britta: Or rather... 0330
Britta:
Britta: It's only 9:32
Britta: PM
Cauta: Nice
Britta: So, what's Cauta's sorta goal in this?
Cauta: In what?
Britta: In the story. What's her overall goal? Or, even why is she in Corvis? I'm just curious.
Britta: I probably shouldn't be asking, actually... spoilers and all that.
Cauta: Aaah
Cauta: Cauta is...after understanding of something.
Britta: Ah?
Cauta: In hopes it can accomplish something amazing.
Britta: I got 10 minutes now...
Britta: Hm... wonder what. XD
Cauta: She just needs to decide what she's willing to risk to accomplish that
Britta: Not the other members of the party, hopefully!
Cauta: She might
Cauta:
Britta: Britta might not be happy. XD
Cauta: Cauta is cautious by nature though
Cauta: She's not the type to risk without substantial reward
Britta: Now I'm too curious. *gags self*
Britta: Hmmm
Cauta: Hm?
Britta: 5 mins... *starts to fall asleep*
Britta: Hm
Britta: I wonder what Britta thinks of Richtor.
DM: Sorry guys
Britta: Heh, you have 2 mins to talk to me.
DM: Well in that case I'll talk to you guys later I'll be on FoG after I get done with this round
Britta: Heh, okay. I'll catch you later.
Britta: Bye guys!
Britta: I had lots of fun!

Session 4 (26 August 2012)


Britta cleared the room
DM joined the chat
Britta
Richtor Barsten looks around, and notices one of the beggars reaching for his coin purse
Richtor Barsten: "I can crush your skull with one hand...and I will do it too...with a jug of ale in the other."
Britta slows down so she's walking next to Richtor. "Hey," she murmurs. "Got a minute?" Her expression is strange as if she's uncertain about something.
Richtor Barsten: "aye"
Cauta moves forward a bit, looking at some of the beggars.
Britta keeps walking, just at a slower pace than before. "I think that goof back there ended up ramming some of my own armor into my side. Either that or a piece of his mace broke off inside."
Richtor Barsten looks at the wound
Cauta looks to some of the children, wandering towards them slightly for a moment. She thumbs her coin purse, deep in thought.
Britta twists a little in the hopes he can maybe see through the cracked and dented armour a little better. "See anything?"
Richtor Barsten: "yep, armour's dented"
Richtor Barsten grabs it and wrenches it out
Britta yells as the blood stuck to her skin and armor rips away. She gives an Orcish curse and squints her eyes. "I didn' wan' y'to do anything with it!"
Richtor Barsten: "It's fixed, ain't it?"
Britta rolls her eyes. "OH, aye, of course it's fixed! I'm not!"
DM: Wasn't there another link we chatted on?
Britta: Yeah, an OOC one.
DM: link me please
Britta: http://us4.chatzy.com/92938378239631
Richtor Barsten joined the chat 22 seconds ago
Britta: Oi, 'ello!
Richtor Barsten: Oi!
DM: I'll hit this round early brb
Britta: ok
Britta: Oi wonda' 'ow we're gunna eksplain Esch's absence from dae foights...
Richtor Barsten: do you sound like that in rl?
Britta: Voy Irosh
Richtor Barsten: I've always wanted a russian accent
Richtor Barsten: cause no one fucks with a Russian
Richtor Barsten: I have no accent >.>
Britta: Ahe can do Scoottish an' Irosh aksents...
Richtor Barsten: The Canadian/American accent is that there is no accent, making it the Canadian/American accent
Richtor Barsten:
Britta: An' aye bit of ahn Indeean aksent tuh.
Britta: Ah 'ave a weak Kiwi aksent.
Richtor Barsten: I can do Texan/middle eastern/British at times/Russian at times
Richtor Barsten: I can't do scottish/Irish to save my life >.>
Richtor Barsten: or australian either
Britta: I can do a bit of British accent, and a tinsy bit of French... Aussie is easy.
Britta: I can do a Maori accent really well. XD
Richtor Barsten: Maori?
Britta: American accents... nup.
Britta: Maori - original NZ natives.
Richtor Barsten: American accents...
Richtor Barsten: I can do those...
Richtor Barsten: cause we're the same
Britta: Some people say I sound and look American...
Britta: I'm not sure how I should take it.
Richtor Barsten: That depends on your view of them I guess
Richtor Barsten: I know Canadians and Americans are /always/ insulting each other
Richtor Barsten: We're super polite and love our igloos
Richtor Barsten: and Americans are completely ignorant and answer everything with a hail of bullets
Britta: The relationship is a bit like NZers and Aussies...
Richtor Barsten: heh
Britta: ... igloos.
Richtor Barsten: igloos
Richtor Barsten: you have no idea what those are, do you?
Cauta joined the chat
Britta: I do.
Richtor Barsten: ok then
Richtor Barsten: GC!
Britta: Hey Cauta. You just caught me saying "I do" to Richtor. Awkardness.
Richtor Barsten: MY IGLOO BLUBBER LOVING BROTHER
Britta: How's the thing with your friend's friend going, GC?
Britta: Did I just kill this?
DM: and Americans are completely ignorant and answer everything with a hail of bullets <-- I recent that
Richtor Barsten: It's a sterotype
Richtor Barsten: just like we drink maple syrup and love toques
DM: We treat all ways of life with equal amount of care, love, thought, and several hails of bullets equally
Cauta joined the chat
Richtor Barsten: ...
Richtor Barsten: I'mma call bullshit
Richtor Barsten:
DM: And you do have accents..
DM: 'ehh? ya, 'naww?
DM: You guys add a's to everythin!
DM: everything**
Richtor Barsten: the 'eh' part was us, that second part was texan >.>
DM: No it's all northern parts add that 'oll' sound and strech it
Richtor Barsten: really?
Richtor Barsten: no
Britta: So, uhm... how are we gonna do this?
Richtor Barsten: I live here...I'm pretty sure I'd notice if everyone added 'oll' to everything >.>
DM: You do!
DM: anyways anyidea where Vex is?
Britta: No.
Richtor Barsten: that's like saying you all sound like rednecks because of Texas >.>
DM: Texas isn't even rednecks..
DM: <,<
Richtor Barsten: see, now you're the one defending an accent
Richtor Barsten: Vex is never around >.>
DM: No I'm just saying your area is wrong, everything below and east of Tennessee is redneck
DM: He just was.. then poofed
Britta: ... move on?
Britta: I mean, he wasn't there for the last session. We can move on until he's ready to join us. Esch hasn't done anything.
DM: Yea true
DM: Well I guess this will just be another adventure.. with land mines
Britta: And... if GC can't do it due to the pain of switching between so many windows and slow replies, we can always do something whacky like splitting up the party.
DM: So you all last left off in Old Town right?
Britta: Earthquake!
Britta: Yup, scroll to the top of this page.
Richtor Barsten: we had just finished the fight with the halfsies
Richtor Barsten: and I wrenched Britta's armour out of her wound >.>
Britta: And Britta swore at Richtor.
Britta: Now she might hit him.
Britta: She'll probably epically miss.
DM: Alright whatever keep it going...
Britta: Let's do it!
Richtor Barsten: sorry, being pulled away for a sec...
DM: Old Town looks pretty rough where you guess seem to be entering, the walk way in the middle of the street seems to be littered with garbage and is lite up by opening in the wall. Light from outside can be seen from the archway very high up and the smell of water in the air. It's very humid.
Richtor Barsten: brb
DM: Git seems to be leading the way threw the street hissing at anyone giving him a look. Others seem to actually wave at him in a friendly way.
Britta continues to strain to look down at her wound, the scenery lost on her.
DM: (Did you guys want to ask anything or look for anything ect? This would be the time. Also the street seems to be curving in a downward fashion.)
Cauta joined the chat 6 seconds ago
Britta glances over Richtor towards Git. "Where exactly are we going?" she asks, her voice obviously agitated due to the pain in her side.
DM: The side street seems to slowly change as the farther you go down, filling with small carts selling all manners of fish, strings, and other odd ends.
Cauta joined the chat
DM: ((WEll shit.. what kind of adventure now to do.. >,< ))
Britta: ((Heh heh, make it up! Or better yet, let one of us make it up. We need a reason why Cauta suddenly disappears...))
Eschaton joined the chat
Britta: ((... rabbit hole))
Eschaton:
DM: (Ok well I can ether keep going with the combat heavy quest and have Cauta mia or auto.. Or try to think of another adventure for ya'll which would you guys like?)
Eschaton: Up to you
Britta: ((My vote: 'Nother adventure. Quake's on a quick brb))
DM: (( The one time I actually plan ahead and I have to make another game on the fly again xD))
Britta: ((Life stinks. )
Richtor Barsten: ((back))
Richtor Barsten: ((Sorry))
Britta: ((Yo))
DM: ((You didn't miss much))
Richtor Barsten: K
Britta: ((I think there should be an earthquake in Old Town. Just saying.))
DM: (I think I'm cursed)
Richtor Barsten: ((I LIKE COMBAT!))
DM: (That was the main focus of this adventure too Richtor!)
Richtor Barsten: ((Wand broke again?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Then I don't care which one we do...COMBAT!!!))
Britta: ((We can't use my story yet either - I need Cauta for that.))
DM: Ok.. ok... *cracks knuckles*
Britta: ((Britta asked Git a question.))
DM: Britta glances over Richtor towards Git. "Where exactly are we going?" she asks, her voice obviously agitated due to the pain in her side.
DM: ((Did you want to say anything or do anything Richtor or Eschaton?))
Richtor Barsten whistles a dwarven melody
DM: .
Britta: .
Britta: ((Shall we separate Richtor and Britta from Cauta and Esch, then?))
DM: Git would take a large breath before spitting off to the side, and then pointing down the road a long way.- "Well when the sun go downs, or it get's later we're going to stop by to see Erwin at the chruch.. And pick up some things, but we made it down here quicker then I thought." -he stops for a moment thinking- "Yea actually, if ya'll want meet me down by entrance into the river around 6 pm ish... Then he should be at his post. Think you lot can find your way about without getting killed?"
DM: ((I'll try my best here guys))
Eschaton:
DM:
Britta: ((Erwin!))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, I'll just 'eadbutt anybody who gets in mah way!"
Britta keeps one hand over her coin purse, the other gingerly picking at the entrance of the wound. "Yeah, sure," she muttered.
DM: Also as the street keeps going you can hear the noise of slow moving water, and can see a large amount light coming in at the end. Old town seems to end with a small port on the river bed, filled with fishermen, and ect.. and teh water leads down into the marshes
DM: Git shrugs and skips off into some dark allyway, what you guys doing? And give me a awareness mainly you Richtor!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten: ((10))
Eschaton glances over to Britta, and then to her wound. "Do you... need a hand with that?"
Britta is looking a bit lost. She nods to Eschaton. "That would be great, actually."
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta: (24)
Eschaton:
DM: (which one are you using, lvl 0 spell or lvl 1?)
Eschaton:
DM: (lvl0 is one hp plus your Domain bonus)
Britta: ((Maybe Cauta can go with Git to separate her from the group? Guilty's asking on FoG))
Eschaton: DM: (BAM 2 Points of healing back)
DM: (Also yes Cauta is asked to go with Git, he doesn't think it'ld be wise to leave her alone down here.. or something)
Britta: ((Yay! So I'm only 3 points down now))
DM: Richtor you manage to pick out something familiar in your ear.. it sounds like someone has caught onto your dwarven whistling.. and it's been catching on.
Eschaton extends a hand towards Britta's wound. "Hold still for a moment..." He whispers a few words to himself and small streams of light flow from his hand into the wound, speeding the recovery and helping it close>
Eschaton: .
Britta looks down at her wound as it closes. It still hurts a fair bit inside and the rib is probably cracked, but it's less worrying if there's no blood seeping out. She nods her thanks and glances up at Esch. "Thanks"
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, I hear someone from the motherland!"
DM: You can see that same group of miners who you seen in the Mule's Sack making there way down teh road a few paces behind you, with pick in hand and you can even over hear a few words- "Yea.. these minds been abandoned a long time ago.. Those old dwarfs swore this city was cursed.. But if you ask me it just sounds like easy money..."
Richtor Barsten raises an eyebrow and wanders over to the miners
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, nice to see you again mates!'
Britta glances as Richtor falls back. She halts her steps and watches from a safe distance, unsure on whether to approach or not.
DM: "Same to ya.. you headed the same way also?" They don't seem to slow down in there pace but keeps up with you as they talk or atleast the leader
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: "Maybe mate...got some time to kill, unfortunately no more halfsies gang bangers. What this about a haunted mine?"
Britta walks next to Richtor, somewhat interested in what the dwarves have to say.
DM: Durgen Kegslayer- "Yea! That's a good omen, good see some dwarfs don't believe scary stories... The older ones claimed this place was full of cursed ores and vains.. We're headed there now to see if it's true.. I'm sure there we'll have to clear out some of the crawlers and rust mites. You want in?"
DM: (Just bare with me, sorry if it's not the best hook or prepared)
DM: Durgen Kegslayer- "You ever been in a mine, or you one of those city dwarfs with no hair on face?" -he kinda gives you a grin in teh question
Richtor Barsten: "Well that depends mate, I'd love to help a fellow dwarf, but unfortunately I don't do things for free. Now, if you were willing to pay a part of the cut, the reward depending on the amount of danger of course, I could be persuaded to help my brothers out."
DM: (Eschaton just try to keep with us, I really can't afford to lose another players tonight xD)
Richtor Barsten: "AND SHAVE MY BEARD?! NEVER!"
Britta gives Richtor a light shove in the arm. "I'd hope not."
Eschaton:
DM: Durgen would give ya a chuckle slapping your back hard- "Well that's good to hear.. But for coin sake I can't offer much. This is kinda a gamble, for all we know the veins are already mined out.. But if there is anything worth in there I'm sure we could cut ya in."
Britta glances at the dwarves. "Got room for one more?"
DM: About this time you notice off to the left is toward the main entrance to teh river bed, and the city looks a tad better on that end, and the dwarfs seem to be heading right into a somewhat darker area. You can even make out some old stonework, and several new signs with warning tags.
Richtor Barsten glances at Britta, then back to the dwarves, waiting for their answer
DM: Durgen kinda just stares at ya, then back to Richtor- "Ehh.. I'm not one for letting women in the mines.. Unless she's yours?" -he doesn't even care if the elf is there, he doesn't even notice him as a person
Britta stares blankly for a moment, not quite comprehending what Durgen means... until her face shoots beetroot red. Her mouth opens, but she doesn't say anything.
Richtor Barsten glances at britta once more, giving a smile
Richtor Barsten: "Aye, she's mine. She can't hit the broadside of a barn, nor the right side of my face apparently, but she's useful."
Eschaton he lightly touches Britta's shoulder. "Be careful with that wound... Don't do anything to open it further, hmm?"
Britta doesn't appear to be able to turn any redder from embarrassment. She awkwardly glances away, eyes shifting as if searching for somewhere safe. She nods absently to Esch, her hand subconsciously resting against the break in her armor.
DM: A hearty laugh echos out from the group pf 4 dwarfs as they walk deeper down the street as it starts to blend in with the ground- "Ahh well that's has to be a interesting story.. Please do tell how you managed to climb that beast and roped her in.. I want details mate!"
DM: ((Hahaha.. Round Time I better get a story when I come back!))
Britta: ((Poor Britta!))
Richtor Barsten: "Maybe another time mate, for now, let's go bust some ghosts!"
Richtor Barsten leans in to Britta
Richtor Barsten whispers "In order to maintain an image, I may be smackin your booty from time to time, just roll with it."
Britta leans over to whisper back. "Whichever hand touches me first, I will remove from your wrist. Just roll with it."
Britta obviously isn't too good with the verbal come-backs. It's expected though, considering the color of her face and the awkwardness of her movements and expressions.
Richtor Barsten whispers back "You know, you're the one that wanted to come along. They would only take you if you were with me. I got you another paying job as it would seem, twice in a row now. You threaten me, not only will I remove you from any further arrangements I might make, I will bury you so deep you'll be able to see the grand splendors of Dwarven cities."
Richtor Barsten walks on, whistling the same dwarven melody
Richtor Barsten: ((He's a mercenary at heart >.>))
Richtor Barsten: ((He doesn't like being threatened.))
Britta makes a face and wanders along in silence before leaning over and replying. "You really have a thing with burying people, don't you, honey? Then again, you failed to do so when you dumped those half-orcs over the side... If you've got a theme going, you should really stick to it."
Richtor Barsten shrugs
Richtor Barsten: "I do have a theme...they're dead and I'm not."
Britta looks at him a moment then shakes her head. "I guess being buried alive is different from being dumped into water dead."
Richtor Barsten: ((Off topic...KOTOR II just came on steam!))
Richtor Barsten: ((Guess what I'm downloading! ))
Britta: ((Oh, neat!))
Richtor Barsten: "Dead is dead."
Britta: "Uhm, not really. Not all the time."
Richtor Barsten: "If you're talking about necromancers and the undead...it's still technically dead...it just happens to be moving."
Britta looks a little disturbed. "Yeah, I guess. They still talk sometimes."
Britta is quiet for a moment, then glances at Richtor's backside. "Shame your ass is covered in armor, y'know. Who's gonna stab you in the butt anyhow?"
Richtor Barsten: "Ex wives."
Britta: "You've been married before?"
Richtor Barsten: "Three times actually..."
Britta raises an eyebrow. "Dwarves?"
Richtor Barsten: "Basically it's like a really long work contract, one that always somehow ends in a fight of a century and no matter what, is never a winning situation."
Richtor Barsten: "One a dwarf, one a human, and one even an elf."
Richtor Barsten: "I've been around."
Britta raises an eyebrow. "The elf was a woman, right?"
Britta smirks. "My brother made that mistake once... let's say he's still single."
Richtor Barsten: "Unlike yourself, I can tell the difference luv."
Richtor Barsten: "That must have been hell 'uva awkward situation."
DM: Drugen seems to hold his hand mocking you two- "Swear love bird never stop talking.." -When you get around another corner you see another pair of dwarfs standing there feeding treats to a odd creature.
Britta grins widely. "Yeah... it was. Especially with Tenvean culture, and..." She coughs a strange sort of laugh.
DM: (Want to give me a kownledge check Richtor?)
Britta: ((Hullo))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten: ((4))
Richtor Barsten: ((Obviously I've never seen animals before))
Britta: ((Can I try?))
DM: ((You may..))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Britta: ((No mod))
DM: (I can't find the picture or it's name) Richtor you know a bit about the monster, it looks like a very round lizard like creature with only a few hard teeth. They're called Gerns, you know there nose is so strong and taste buds they can sense ores in caves.
DM: It's also kinda blouchy and brown, with beady eyes, and only has two legs and two tiny arms..
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, you fellas have a Gern?"
DM: Durgen- "Hey boys cya ya beat us here.. hows the tunnel look?" -Random dwarf 1- "They look old, and dark like always.. we haven't tooken Ger'gens in yet to sniff the place out, we're waiting on you. But reports do show that rust mites seem to be about.."
Britta looks slightly curious as the creature comes into sight, her laughter at the memory of her brothers fading.
Eschaton joined the chat
Eschaton:
DM: Drugen looks back with a smile as he drops his pick and dons some leather armor- "Yea.. they're pretty useful for new mines. If I had to guess there isn't much but bugs or cavern ozzes in there.. But if there is any rust mites I would suggest you leave your rare metals here."
DM: (Eschaton if you really want you can just disappear and be with Cauta.. I'm cool etherway)
Richtor Barsten: "NO rare metals here...unless you classify steel, in which case you might have hit your head somewhere."
DM: The mine looks really old, and the wooden steady boards look kinda falling apart.
Britta gives a soft shrug. "Nothing on me like that," she murmured, forgetting the anklet.
Britta: ((You wouldn't see the anklet because of Britta's boots))
DM: Drugen cooks his head leaning into a barrel pulling out a large stone warhammer, then another passing them out..- "Well I know the rust mites still would take a hefty bite of that breast plate.. It'ld be wise to leave all your metal objects here. But it's up to you.. Here.." -he hands you two a heavy stone mace-
DM: (Question and comments!)
Britta handles the mace, then unclips her bastard sword's sheath from her belt. "Where should I put this?"
Richtor Barsten: ((What the hell is a rust mite...and can I crush it's face?))
Britta: ((Or is it just a little mite?))
DM: (Richtor you know rust mites are baby bugs that with the touch of there spit can instantly rust all metals and they eat the rust and everything attacked to it)
DM: Awareness!
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
86.5--> rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Richtor Barsten: ((18))
Richtor Barsten: ((18))
Britta: 19
DM: Drugen just motions to another barrel- "Over there would be fine.. it'll be a small group going in first don't need any surprises."
Richtor Barsten: "'ight."
Richtor Barsten removes his armour, and underneath is wearing light Dwarven clothing
Britta places the sheathed sword in the barrel, then suddenly seems to remember something. She sits down on the ground and tugs off one of her boots before starting to work off something from around her ankle.
Richtor Barsten also places his warhammer in the barrel
DM: (Alright you both notice that there is older mining gear all around, also there seems to be no metal parts.. Like rails are gone, same with some carts but wooden pieces seem to still be there.)
Britta works whatever it is off and places it gently inside with the sword and with Richtor's gear.
Britta then pulls on her boot again.
DM: (Just a side note it does take a bit of time to take off a full set of Plate and Drugen harnesses ya little while pointing at Britta)
DM: Drugen- "What she isn't going to help ya with your armor? Haha.." -
DM: Richtor and Britta please add a mastercrafted Stone Warhammer to your CS.
Richtor Barsten: "It would be a sign of weakness if I wasn't able to dress and undress myself mate."
Richtor Barsten: ((Damage?))
DM: (Mastercrafted does give you +1 to hit things, and it's very heavy)
DM: (same damage +1 to hit)
Britta just smiles smugly. "He's just shy."
Richtor Barsten: "I could take off my pants if you want to test that theory...sweetie."
Richtor Barsten: ((Same damage as my warhammer?))
DM: Seems Durgen and only one other is coming with him, the other is carrying what looks like a lantern with a glowing green light inside it. But it's very dim, so much so Britta you're starting to have some major issues seeing
DM: (Same damage as your warhammer just gives you a extra +1 to hit)
Britta , for once, seems prepared with an appropriate comeback. "Hey, hey... that's only for me to see, all right? Keep your pants on, Richie."
DM: (Riche xD)
DM: You guys walking in I'm guessing?
Britta walks on in. And can't see.
Richtor Barsten walks in, can see
Richtor Barsten: ((DARKVISION BITCHES!))
Britta reaches a hand out to brush the wall, her steps a little uncertain. "Y'know what? I left my torch in my bag."
Richtor Barsten: "Oh right, she's not a dwarf...Oi! We need some form of light so the lady can see!"
DM: Richtor you can clearly see Drugen and Henry in front of you just a step ahead walking at a decent pace, the walls seem to be lfull of moss and it's very wet. The mine shaft leads straight for a while you can see, and has about three branches leading off at different points.
Britta: ((Who's Henry?))
DM: Henry face comes into view Britta with a smirk as the green lantern slowly cast it's shadow elsewhere.- "Ya, luckly we brung this. just incase the stories are true that is.."
Britta: ((Ah, ok))
DM: (There is only Drugen and Henry going in first the rest are still showing up and watching the stuff.)
Britta: ((okay))
DM: (Give me some reactions, and search checks maybe)
Britta offers to take the lantern seeing as she's the only one that actually needs it. "What stories are they?"
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Richtor Barsten: "I'm hoping the good ones...with ale."
Britta: (No mod)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten: ((No need for a mod >.>))
DM: (Richtor roll never cease to make me laugh hard)
Britta: ((Oh, seriously? The dwarf can see, but Britta comes up with better Search checks!?))
Britta: ((... her hand is on the wall. I think that's the only way she'd find stuff. XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((Yeah, we'll go with the hand on wall thing))
DM: Henry seems a bit attached to his lantern- "Not truly sure, just that deadlands seems be pretty close and they claimed some of it's taint ran deeper then we though. This littl ebaby here should help us see anything that's not physical."
DM: Britta you notice some small things, for you see some dwarfen writing runes leading on the side of the wall down the center most path, to teh left Richtor even you can see it's leading down as a sharp peak.
Britta seems slightly amused by Henry's possessiveness of the lantern, but lets it be. "Y'can feel stuff that ain't physical like a spiritual thing." She glances to the side of the wall of the center and gently nudges Richtor. "What's that writing there say?"
DM: Drugen- "So which way you guys thinking? Think you two can handle yourself if we do split up?" -he says turning back to Richtor
Richtor Barsten: "I'm more worried about you two than I am ourselves. We're both trained warriors, are you sure it's safe to be splitting up?"
Britta moves for the centre path, her fingers dancing along the runes, wishing desperately that she could read to sate her curiosity.
DM: Drugen nods hitting his chest, it's about now you start to notice the grey in his bread- "I've been in more dangerous places then I bet you've seen.. Heck if ya that scared just keep up, I'm going to hit the main shaft then split off to teh side places."
Britta grabs Richtor by the shoulder, steering him over. "What's this writing say?"
DM: (She really wants to know xD)
Richtor Barsten: "I ain't scared, and I doubt you've been to scarier places, I mean, just look at my wife."
Richtor Barsten: ((low blow...xD))
Richtor Barsten: ((ANYWAYS!))
Britta looks at Richtor. "If I could see you, I would punch your teeth out."
Britta: ** Well... she thinks she's looking at him.
Richtor Barsten: "You tried that once honey, it didn't work."
Richtor Barsten attempts to read the dwarven writing
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta: ...
DM: Gunther thinks that's pretty funny, and if you do read the runes it reads simply "150 feet Below" Which isn't that far.
Richtor Barsten: "Well fuck if I know, they seem to be in...Dwarven."
Britta: ((Gunther?))
DM: There is no roll, you freaking know!
Britta: ((HAHA!))
Richtor Barsten: ((xD))
DM: brb
Britta: "You're a dwarf," Britta says bluntly.
Richtor Barsten: "Aye, that I am...it says '150 feet below'"
Britta looks disappointed. "Is that all?"
DM: (Richtor was just being a smart ass)
Richtor Barsten: "Well there also appears to be a warning of some sort of ancient and spiritual beast that roams the very depths of this cavern...but that's a loose translation."
DM: (Not Gunther Drugen sorry..)
Britta frowns, then delicately lifts a foot to kick Richtor's backside. "You're a horrible tease."
Britta: ( Richtor's always a smart ass )
DM: Drugen holds up his hand- "Shut ur traps.. You guys hear that.." -about that time you can see what looks like a small dog sized bug start to peek around the corner. It's brown and can be seen clicking it's tiny mouth.
Richtor Barsten: "oi, a rust mite."
Britta: "Isn't that a bit big for a rust mite?"
DM: <-- ^ --> The mite is down the right path, it doesn't seem to be attack you yet!
Richtor Barsten: "Naw, that's actually a baby compared to the ones I've seen."
DM: (Drugen holds his hand out toward it- "You want to do the honors?"
Britta touches a hand to the warhammer at her side. "You first, Richtor."
Richtor Barsten: "All this place is missing is the ale."
Richtor Barsten moves to the bug and takes a swing with the WARHAMMER!
DM: Drugen- "Not's not till later, when we know we're alone.
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Richtor Barsten: ((24))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten: ((Is that a crit? a 19?))
Britta: ((Kitty?))
DM: Richtor your grip tightens and to your surprise the stone warhammer feels just made for you. And the head lands accurately right into the Mite's top, making a load crack noise making it squirt out it's inners.
DM: (Not for a warhammer no, but you can still roll damage if you want)
Richtor Barsten: ((Or I could just kill it, that's cool))
Richtor Barsten: ((Would have been 7))
Britta heard the crack and squelch sounds, but can't really see what's going on. "So uhm... hopefully that wasn't your head, Richtor."
Richtor Barsten: "Not quite my dear."
DM: Drugen gives you a small clap on the shoulder- "Well there is one down.. see how many more you two can clear out, we're going go on ahead.. If ya need anything just yell I'm sure these tunnels echo."
Richtor Barsten: "too bad these ain't hafsies, not even a challenge these mites."
Britta brushes past Richtor. "A nice change, isn't it? Aw, yuck... I think I stepped in your kill."
DM: Henry does hand you over the lantern Britta.
Britta looks a little relieved and accepts the lantern graciously. "Thank you."
Richtor Barsten continues down the path
DM: Durgen looks at you two- "So any question, the job is easy.. clear out the tunnel then report back to me?"
Richtor Barsten is already down the path
Richtor Barsten: "Hmm, oh no, kill things and be happy, got it."
Britta wipes her boots on the path as she walks, trying to get rid of bits of rust mite. "Yup, sounds good. We'll be back soon."
Britta follows Richtor, holding the lantern and looking about.
DM: Richtor the dick.. The path seems to start to narrow rather quickly and kinda slides down into a cliff. Give a balance check peps
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Britta: ((15))
Richtor Barsten: ((20))
Richtor Barsten: ((21 actually))
DM: You two seem to drag your feet down it with no problem, Richtor just jogs a bit. Hehe..
Richtor Barsten: "DWARVEN BALANCE!"
Richtor Barsten: "BUILT LOW TO THE GROUND, NO FALLING ON OUR FACES CAN BE FOUND!"
Britta glances ahead. "Yeah, just falling backwards with halfsies breathing down your throat..."
DM: You two can see what looks like the remains of minecart also, but it's old and decaying. There is alot water covering teh walls, and moss.
Richtor Barsten: "He was coming on too strong, all gay and the like."
DM: Awareness!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta reaches up and brushes her hands across the moss. "Ah well, good thing that Cauta got him off your case."
Richtor Barsten: ((3 >.>))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Britta: 17
Richtor Barsten: ((Why is it I have darkvision...but can't see shit?))
DM: (Cause some things are hiding, and not in plain vision)
DM: (Also Awareness is to notice detail, hearing, spotting, and smelling also)
DM: As your hand brushes the wall your head seems to trail farther up Britta, and you can make a sound like air moving and a very dark corner to your top left.
DM: Richtor your still trying to find more things to smash!
Richtor Barsten: ((SMASHIES!))
Britta adjusts her grip on the lantern. "So what happened to the past three wives-?..." Britta trails off and looks up to the corner.
Britta raises her lantern in the hopes of seeing better.
Richtor Barsten: "One was a bitch, the other was a clingy bitch, the third was a cheating bitch."
Britta makes a face. "Ah... hey, Richtor, take a look at that corner would you? I think something's up there. I can't see, though..."
DM: It's utterly dark the lantern seems to do nothing for removing the light for a moment, before you see a dark needled hand dart out at your throat. And a face starts to look clearer.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM: http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/MM35_g...
Britta: ((ooh, what am I rolling for?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Well that thing looks friendly))
DM: That's what you see Britta.. and your finding yourself being choked at the this moment. Give me a grapple check.
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm calling it bob))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten looks back to see Bob attacking Britta
Richtor Barsten: "OI!"
Richtor Barsten hammers the arm
Britta: ((Uhm... lemme just find my mods...))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten: ((17))
Britta: ((What am I adding to my grappling check?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Base attack + strength))
DM: (Hold up Richtor your a bit ahead of her, and this guy is in the middle of trying to choke her)
Britta: ((8 then))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
DM rolled a die with 3 sides. The die showed: 2
DM: Britta you manage to pull back in fright to escape it's grip but you still felt the sharp sting of his hand as it pawed at you. Take 4 damage.
Britta: 23/30 HP.
DM: Britta now has next turn, then Richtor)
Richtor Barsten: ((Man, she just gets the shit taken out of her ))
DM: (It's actually a pretty small creature also)
Richtor Barsten: ((Oh, looked bigger in the picture))
Britta raises her hand to her throat, making sure she's not gushing blood or anything.
Britta: ((Halfling sized, right?))
DM: (Yea)
Britta: ((Read the article on it in the Monster Manual. ))
DM: (Cheater! Take your turn Britta)
Britta takes out her warhammer and slams the creature in the head with it.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Britta: ((I think it's 15 with the +1 of the warhammer))
Britta: ((Oh... I'm down 1 AC too, just so you know.))
Britta rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 10
DM: Britta not only are you having a hard time hit with it being 10ft off the group, but when you reach out to pull out your hammer it trys to smack at you again.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM: (whats your AC?)
Britta: ((16 now. The anklet was metal, so she took it off))
DM: It flails about at you again trying to grip ya.
DM: Richtor TURN!
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, time to hammer a rubber...band...thing..."
Richtor Barsten: "HAMMERIN TIME!"
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
DM: It starts choking you the best it can, hissing some words at you.
DM rolled a die with 3 sides. The die showed: 3
DM: Take another 5 points of damage, as it strangles you.
DM: Round Time sry brb
Britta moves towards the creature and slams the stone warhammer down into its spine.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten: ((21 - 8 = 13))
Britta: ((DAMN!))
Richtor Barsten: ((Wow...we just can't fight ever...))
Britta: ((9, I think))
Britta: ((We stink.))
Britta: ((Assuming that hit if Kitt agrees...))
Britta rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta: ((I still stink.))
Richtor Barsten: ((+ 4 >.>))
Britta: ((+4 for what?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Warhammer damage, roll 10 + 4 ))
Britta: ((Ohh, cool. A 9, then.))
Britta: ((*reads the article on this creature*))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm only on for about another 45 minutes))
Richtor Barsten: ((Have to work in the morning))
Britta: ((Aw, okay.))
Britta: ((On a Sunday? What sort of work do you do?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Produce at the local Safeway))
Britta: ((Okay. I don't have a job yet.))
Richtor Barsten: ((Be happy I have 2))
Britta: ((Where's the other job?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Programmer Analyst with Sasktel, a Internet/phone/cable company within Saskatchewan))
Britta: ((Heh, okay. I'm thinking about possibly getting a job at a tech whiz place... not that I'd be much of a whiz.))
Britta: ((Mum doesn't like the owner of the RPG shop and says she won't let me work there. ))
Richtor Barsten: ((Hell, I ain't nowhere near technically inclined enough for this job, but I got it anyways.))
Richtor Barsten: ((BAH!))
Richtor Barsten: ((Your mom shouldn'
Richtor Barsten: *shouldn't dictate where you can or can't get a job...))
Britta: ((She should for another year.))
DM: Sorry.
DM: Yea you miss by alot!
DM: Richtor give me a grapple check to escape.
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Richtor Barsten: ((Really?))
DM: try again
Richtor Barsten: ((I swear...this fuckin roll thing is rigged sometimes...))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barsten: ((13))
DM: I noticed I roll pretty good on it.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Richtor Barsten: ((The only time I got 2 digits was when it didn't count >.>))
DM: Umm there you win! You managed to escape give me a hammer swing!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Richtor Barsten: ((LIKE THERE!))
DM: That's a solid hit!
Richtor Barsten: ((I rolled that before I noticed you said that >.>))
DM: Roll damage!
Richtor Barsten: ((It was meant to be a nothing roll...))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten: ((7))
DM: It comes falling off the wall and lands prone on the ground. It spends it turn standing up and starts climbing the wall again to escape.
DM: Britta turn
Richtor Barsten grips throat, pulling hand away drenched in blood
Richtor Barsten: "fuckin wanker!"
Britta closes the distance and slams the hammer into the creature's spine.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta: ((13))
DM: Roll damage
Britta rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6
Britta: ((10))
DM: You send the little black bugger flying into the wall.
DM: And he dies.. and bleeds dark blood.
Britta: "You okay, Rich?"
Richtor Barsten: "Eh, I'm going to leak ale when I take a swig, but I'll be fine..."
Britta moves to Richtor's side, a hand gently touching his shoulder.
DM: Richtor you know that thing is called a Choker.
Britta: "Come on, sit down somewhere. Let me take a look and I might be able to bandage you up."
Richtor Barsten: "They didn't say anything about bloody chokers..."
Richtor Barsten: "No, you can't see and I'm not wasting time fixing up a wound that ain't mortal. Let's keep moving before more of those bloody fuckin long armed bitches show up."
Richtor Barsten is obviously angry at having gotten actually hurt
DM: (Richtor seems pissed.)
DM: Well Britta you want to lead to way or is Richtor?
Britta looks at Richtor a moment, then forcefully grabs him by the shoulder and sits him on his backside. "Shuddup."
Richtor Barsten: "You ain't my momma, and though we're pretending, you ain't my wife."
Britta moves the lantern close to Richtor's neck and takes a look. "Some of your beard is gone."
Richtor Barsten forces Britta off
Richtor Barsten: "wait...what?"
Richtor Barsten feels his beard...and goes deadly silent
Richtor Barsten: "MOTHERFUCKERS!"
Britta looks seriously at Richtor, then moves close again. "Come on, let me take a look."
Richtor Barsten storms off, ranting
DM: Listen check please..))
Britta sighs and stands, shaking her head as she clips the warhammer to her belt and holds the lantern, following Richtor.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Britta: 25
Richtor Barsten: "FUCKERS GOT MY BEARD! THEY BETTER BE COUNTING DEM HAIRS THERE BECAUSE GOD DAMN BITCH OF A WHORE WILL DIE WITH MY HAND GRASPED AROUND HIS THROAT LIKE A GOD DAMN NURSE MAID BEING FIRE FROM THE BROTHEL!"
Richtor Barsten: ((Add more ranting >.>))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten: ((10))
Britta catches up with Richtor, walking along quietly behind him.
DM: Britta you can kinda over hear what sounds like water dripping. And the tunnel after slanting down a ways leads to a large hole in the ground.
Britta: ((What's your HP, Richtor?)
DM: You can see the water gathering from the roof dripping all the way down to the bottoms also, who's looking down there?>
Richtor Barsten: ((13))
Britta frowns, looking at the hole. She moves to the edge and takes a peek.
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm just walking, so I guess I would be looking down))
Britta: ((Okay. I'm at 23))

DM: It ends the tunnel with this large hole that goes very deep down. I'll say you both are peering over. You can start to hear a clicking noise and see what looks like a few small things climbing it's way up the 'well'
DM: They're still pretty far down.
Richtor Barsten: "more chokers."
Britta glances down, then at Richtor. "That clicking sound ain't like a choker."
Richtor Barsten: "They're climbing rocks..."
DM: (No Richtor ytou know Chokers are Solitary beings)
Richtor Barsten: "But they could be mites."
Richtor Barsten: ((<.< )
Richtor Barsten: ((SAVE!))
DM: Anyone want to give me a spot check for a closer look?
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten: ((9)
Britta: Beh
Britta: "I can't see anything."
Richtor Barsten: ((Seriously...the only one that I got over 2 digits was meant to be a nothing roll!))
DM: Oh I think I'm going to capitalize on your fumble Britta.
Britta: ((Am I meant to be scared? *whimpers*))
DM: Richtor you can start to see what looks like a small mass of rust mites scattering wildly up the walls, even so far down you can see what looks like a large normal sized rust monster.
Richtor Barsten: ((Rust monster info))
Richtor Barsten: ((Also how can it be a large normal sized?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Wouldn't that just make it large?))
DM: Britta as you lean over to get a closer look you hear the handle of the lantern hit against it'self, and realize what it's made of. Metal..)
Britta: "Aw, crap..." Britta looks at the lantern.
Britta: "I think I may owe that dwarf a lantern..." She tosses it down the well.
DM: (Looks like a full sized rust monster at the bottom, the mommy Richtor.)
Richtor Barsten: ((Soooo...I should kill it is what you're saying?))
Britta: ((So, uhm... now Britta REALLY can't see.))
DM: xD Wow, just go and toss a Lantern of Ghostly sight away Britta why don't you xD
Britta: ...
Richtor Barsten looks to Britta with a dumbfounded look
Britta: ((Damn? I bet that cost a fair bit...))
DM: (Phhss.. fuck magic items that I may have gotten as a reward)
Richtor Barsten: "I'm sorry luv...but what sort of thought was running through that obviously small mind of yours when you did that?"
DM: (I can see Richtor face slowly disappear in teh darkness with a WTF? moment)
Britta stopped and glanced over at him. "Uhhhmmm... not much?"
Richtor Barsten: "Well you know what...I feel like killing, and we need to get to the bottom anyways to kill that momma."
Richtor Barsten: "So...let's start heading down."
Britta sighs. "Do you have rope?"
DM: Richtor well you do notice something, all the little mites dive for the lantern falling back down into the swarm devouring the small magical item quickly
Richtor Barsten: "well that was a complete and utter waste, but no matter."
DM: Britta, your as blind as a bat right now. You can't even see your hand infront of you.
Richtor Barsten: "No rope, we won't need it."
Britta sighs loudly. "I'm sorry, but if you're going down there, you're doing it alone. I can't see, and I can't fight in the dark too well."
Richtor Barsten: "So be it."
DM: wait for it...
Richtor Barsten: ((Just a little angry and wanting to kill something >.>))
Britta touches her way towards the wall of the room and sits down on her butt. "Don't forget to pick me up when you come back."
Eschaton:
Britta: ((*tense...*))
Richtor Barsten: ((Is there another way down aside from a sharp drop?))
DM: Suddenly a bright green light can be seen from the bottom of the well. And teh screaming of several tiny bugs. Anyone want to look?
Richtor Barsten looks over the edge
DM: No it's a dead drop.
Britta quickly moves to the edge and takes a peek over.
DM: Seems that magical fuel has caused a large green fire to start sending several of the smaller one to there death in a fire that only seem to last for a moment. The mother on the otherhand is quickly rolling about in the water fall from teh roof, then starts hissing VERY loudly.
DM: Then the flash goes out rather quickly, Britta blind again.
Britta makes a sound in the back of her throat. "Y'know, maybe we should just leave..."
Richtor Barsten: "That bitch is calling every mite within the mine."
Richtor Barsten looks back at Britta
Richtor Barsten: "You remember the way out by feel?"
Britta edges back from the hole and back to the wall.
Britta: "Uhm... do you?"
Richtor Barsten: "I can see."
DM: Sounds like a chittering before you look back to Britta, about the time you if you do look back you see the mother mite already halfway up the well moving fast.
Richtor Barsten looks down the well...
Britta tenses. "What's happening?"
Richtor Barsten: "huh..."
DM: (( I swear I couldn't have planned this xD))
DM: Roll me turn order!
Richtor Barsten: "Stay back and out of the way, it looks like ol' mama here wants a piece of RICHTOR!"
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten: ((W to the O to the W!))
Britta: ((... no point, really. Britta can't blind-fight))
DM: You got turn one Richtor you can see her coming up clear as day.
DM: ((You can.. but you'll get like -5 to hit, and have a chance of knocking Richtor up))
Britta , despite not being able to see, pulls out her warhammer and edges further back in the room towards the tunnel so she won't accidentally take a tumble down the hole.
Richtor Barsten swings his hammer at the bitch the moment she comes over the lip of the cavern))
Richtor Barsten: ((And really? knock up?))
DM: Just roll to hit!
Britta: ((Pffffttt!!!))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten: ((really...2 1's in a row?))
DM: *facepalm* Ok try again...))
DM: http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/MM35_g...
DM: ^^Also picture
Britta grips the handle of the warhammer tightly. "Try coming back towards me, Richtor, but just stay out of my reach... I can help out."
Richtor Barsten: ((Dice God: "Yeah, I really don't like you when you're fighting even though you're built to be an awesome fighter...so fuck your logic and life...love your balancing act by the way."))
Richtor Barsten: ((Just how big is this thing?))
Britta: ((I am cracking up. XD))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
Richtor Barsten: ((Again...no double digits...))
DM: (Pretty big as the picture has a sword in it.)
Richtor Barsten: ((FUCK IT I WILL WIN!))
Richtor Barsten: ((ODDS OR NO!))
Richtor Barsten: ((LET'S DO THIS!))
Richtor Barsten: "RICHTORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
Richtor Barsten: "BARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRSTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!"
DM: Richtor it seems no matter how much you thought you were ready for momma your mind was too busy warning Britta. And it came leaping over the edge, hissing right in your face.
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 4
Richtor Barsten: ((6 damage?))
DM: It's snaps at you vigorously at your face but manage to pull away gripping your stone warhammer.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM: Oh.. well nevermind it hit.
DM rolled a die with 3 sides. The die showed: 3
DM: Take 4!
Britta: ((Aw, crap!))
Richtor Barsten: ((13 - 4 = 9))
Britta: "Richtor, just pull the darn thing back towards me!"
Richtor Barsten grabs his face, a jagged and bleeding scar no on the right side of his head
Richtor Barsten: "You can't even see 2 feet!"
Britta: "If you stay out of my way, it'll be fine!"
Richtor Barsten swings the hammer towards the leg, aiming to break it
DM: Techincally Britta gots a turn..
Richtor Barsten: ((Wait, if she's not technically...))
DM: if she can think of something useful to do.
Richtor Barsten: ((Oh))
Britta: ((No, I'm out of the fight for now))
Britta: ((Britta is hanging back so she won't accidentally fall down the hole that she can't see))
DM: You still got turns but tell me when your doing something Britta, go ahead Richtor!
Britta: ((She's wanting Richtor to bring the fight over to her))
Richtor Barsten swings the hammer at the leg, aiming to break it
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Richtor Barsten: ((17))
Richtor Barsten: ((finally!))
Richtor Barsten: ((oh wait, technically 19))
DM: (roll damage)
Britta: ((Whoo!))
Richtor Barsten: ((So irritated getting my count wrong >.>))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 7
DM: (Sorry man it's a dice game)
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
DM: Your warhammer hits like a rock, cracking part of its tough shell.
DM: It rears back a bit waving it's Antennae at you trying to sense something, before snapping at you again.
Britta: "Hey, think you can keep a running narrative if you're not gonna bring the bloody thing over here? I'd like to know that wasn't your skull."
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Britta looks fairly agitated.
DM rolled a die with 3 sides. The die showed: 3
DM: ...take another 4
Richtor Barsten: ((9 - 4 = 5))
Richtor Barsten: ((The only time I take off my armour...))
Britta: ...
Richtor Barsten is stabbed through the shoulder, and grips it
Britta grips her warhammer a little more tightly.
DM: (If it makes you feel anybetter the first hit would have destroyed you armor.)
Richtor Barsten: "Motherfu- Tell you what...if you hear skittering coming towards you rapidly...run the fuck away!"
DM: Britta you doing anything?
Britta shakes her head. "I have armor, you don't."
Britta: Just standing ready, facing the right way.
DM: You sure?
Britta: ...
Britta: "HEY! OVER HERE!"
Richtor Barsten: ((Question...is it possible for Richtor to have enough strength...to push the thing off the cliff?))
Richtor Barsten: (I mean...it's right there at the edge...))
Britta: ((very quick brb))
DM: A bull rush? It's possible..
DM: It's not that strong if you haven't noticed, but it does have lots of legs that will make it harder.
Britta: ((back))
Richtor Barsten: ((Not like I have much of a choice, it's got a hard shell that would require more hits than I can take right now))
Britta: ((Right, Britta's yelling at it. *nods*))
DM: What you doing Richtor?
Richtor Barsten: "Fuck this."
Richtor Barsten holds the warhammer out in front, and charges at the mite, attempting to physically push it over the lip of the cavern.
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Richtor Barsten: ((16))
Richtor Barsten: ((17 if you add the warhammer thing into it))
Britta listens, hoping that the beast will come towards her... but can hear Richtor's legs hitting the ground heavily. She groans. "Rich, come on..."
DM: (Ok you hit with the bullrush and didn't get attacked, now for the str check vrs it's str)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Richtor Barsten: ...
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta: ((ooo!))
Richtor Barsten: ((I want something written on my grave stone))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten: ((Richtor Von Barsten, now fighting the great Dice God in the sky, and kicking it's ass cause he no longer has to rely on dice.))
DM: Listen check made, Britta you can start to hear some yells but can't them out.
Britta sighs and bends down, touching the ground until she finds a rock.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Britta: ((24))
DM: You got a rock, but it's rust monster turn!
DM: Taking another snap at you Richtor!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM rolled a die with 3 sides. The die showed: 2
DM: take 3!
Richtor Barsten: ((that is 3 18's in a row for hits...))
Richtor Barsten: ((2 health))
Britta listens as best as she can, hoping she can pinpoint the creature...
Britta grips the rock a little tighter in one hand, the warhammer in the other... Then something changes as she rushes forwards. She bumps against Richtor, knocking him aside and taking the grapple for herself. (Can I do all this?)
Britta: (She's going into a rage, just so you know)
DM: ...give me a balance check so you don't fall on your way there.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta: ((21))
DM: You make it over to him, and slam into his backside without knowing it. I'll give ya one quick talk moment, then tell me what you two are doing.
Richtor Barsten ignores the hit, understanding what's going on as he's now bleeding from a gash in his chest...
Richtor Barsten grabs one of the health potions taken from the Git and drinks i
Richtor Barsten *it
DM: Gits not there this time.. But serious what do you want to do Britta?
Britta: ((She can take the grapple for herself after knocking him aside?))
Britta: ((Git gave Richtor two potions))
Britta: ((Back in COrvis, first session))
Richtor Barsten: ((I have 2 potions taken from git before...))
Richtor Barsten: ((yep))
DM: ((Yea well you would have to back up from the bug first or she'll get a free attack at youi))
Britta grapples with the rust mite momma, trying to push her over the edge.
DM: Ok Britta you manage to get up with Richtor, you wanting to try and push the damn thing too?
Richtor Barsten backs up from the bug and drinks the potion
DM: Britta first, then you Richtor
Richtor Barsten: ((that's my turn in advance))
Britta: ((Yup. I'm gonna send her into a rage too))
DM: Give me a rage bullrush moment Britta!
DM: (Bullrush = First hit with a melee attack, then str vrs str)
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Britta: ((10))
Britta: ((Oh, wait... 11))
DM: (Base attack +2, +5 for Str right?)
DM: (That's a 13, which hits)
Britta: ((Yup))
Britta: ((AWESOME))
DM: (still got win the str vrs str)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Britta: ((Yeahhhh....))
DM: ...even with my +4 for having many legs.. I lose >,>))
Britta: (( 19 + 5 = 24 ))
DM: And with a might tackle Britta slams into the bug, sending it toppling back into the well, making a loud smack when it hits the ground.
DM: (Richtor could also help with the push fyi)
Britta keeps a hold of the rock and warhammer, tilting her head to the side to listen to hear if it gets back up.
Richtor Barsten: ((Nah, I think he's going to wallow in self pity in just how quickly he was upstaged.))
DM: ( I think you have have bad luck with heights )
Cauta joined the chat
Richtor Barsten: ((I think I have bad luck with fights in general right now))
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 4
DM: Heal 7 Hp Richtor
DM: Heal 7 Hp Richtor
Britta clips the warhammer to her belt and bounces the rock in one hand... before throwing it in the direction she reckons is Richtor. "You should have brought the stupid thing over."
Cauta: ((Well, looks like you could have used more darkvision))
DM: (Round time brb fast please dont leave)
Richtor Barsten: ((2 + 7 = 9))
Britta: ((Britta can't use darkvision, hehe. ))
Richtor Barsten says nothing
Cauta: ((Cauta can. ))
Britta hesitates, not sure what to do with Richtor not replying. She steps in the direction she thinks is Richtor, a hand extending, searching. "You'd better not be dead, Richtor."
Richtor Barsten: "I'm not dead."
Richtor Barsten grumbles and climbs to his feet
Richtor Barsten throws the empty potion container away and grabs the other one
Richtor Barsten drinks the second potion
Britta 's hand touches Richtor's face as he stands. She quickly drops her hand. "You're all right?"
Richtor Barsten: "I think my pride is more injured than my body right now."
Cauta: ((Can I get a little Barry White in here? XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((Barry white?))
Britta: "Hey... I didn't see anything. I can't say I was witness to you getting your ass kicked by a bug, because I didn't see an inch of it. I don't even know what it looked like."
Cauta: ((...Barry White? King of Sensual Music?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Yeah ok, no. ))
Richtor Barsten: "Doesn't matter now, it's dead."
Britta looks slightly different. She seems more pumped than usual and her eyes are wild and dancing, her hands keep clenching, and something is generally more dangerous about her.
Richtor Barsten: ((Waiting for DM to get back so I can get healed from the second potion
Richtor Barsten: *))
Britta: ((Continue dialogue until then?))
Richtor Barsten: ((He's not exactly in a talking mood to be honest ))
Richtor Barsten: "Let's just head back and get paid hopefully."
Britta reaches her hand out again, her fingers briefly touching his face before she moves her hand aside to his shoulder. She looks a bit odd, fumbling as she is, but then gently squeezes his shoulder as if to try and cheer him up.
Richtor Barsten flinches
Cauta: ((...daaaawww))
Cauta: ((XD))
Richtor Barsten: "I would prefer if you didn't squeeze the wound please, tends to send shards of pain down my very manly chest."
Cauta: ((We need a Cauta interuption! XD))
Britta: "You have a wound there?"
Cauta: ((Just stroll in. Pause. "Should I leave you two alone?" XD))
Britta: "It does feel a bit sticky..."
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 4
Britta: ((Haha!))
DM: another 7 hp
Richtor Barsten: ((15 hp))
Richtor Barsten: "Yeah I do, now let's go."
Richtor Barsten starts walking as the healing potion starts to close the wounds
DM: I really hate doing this but if you want I could give you the speed up verison as I know your sleepy Quake
Britta drops her hand to her side, then awkwardly glances about in the dark. "Uhmmm... can I have some help?"
Richtor Barsten walks back and grabs Britta's hand and starts leading her out
Richtor Barsten: ((Actually, I'm going to have to cut it there))
Britta starts smirking stupidly.
DM: WEll let me wrap it up for you
Richtor Barsten: ((I've already stayed half an hour longer than I thought I would be, still have to work in the morning))
DM: Just a quick post to tell you what happen.
Richtor Barsten: ((K))
Cauta: ((Can you feeeeeeelllll...the loooovvveee ttoooooniggghttt.))
Britta: ((*nudges GC* Stop that singing... Britta will freak))
Cauta: ((Setting the mood, gawd!))
Richtor Barsten: ((I LIKE BIG BUTTS AND I CANNOT LIE!))
Richtor Barsten: ((YOU OTHER BROTHERS CAN'T DENY!))
Britta: ((XD!!))
Cauta: ((Saw that coming.))
Britta: ((I'd go for Mr. Bombastic...))
DM: Richtor about the time you get out you managed to get ahold of Drugen again. This time Herny feels very angry about losing his magical lantern and very pissed as it cost alot coin. But luckly Drugen is a older guy and feels that you did kill the mother Rust Monster.. So he demands Britta leaves, and you stay a hour or two more crushing out the rest of the monsters that lie inside. Sadly the Mine is dead, and has nothing worth of real value. But he talks you into finishing the job to atleast pay back Herny for your 'wife' losing the lamp. All in all you get payed nothing, but he does allow you keep the hammer if you want it. And then they leave..
Richtor Barsten: ((THEY CALL ME MR. BOMBASTIC!))
Britta: I guess Britta spent that time walking about, enjoying the scenery.
Richtor Barsten keeps the new warhammer, leaving the other one behind in favor of the better one!
DM: If Britta didn't break the lamp you would got payed something.
Britta keeps the new warhammer and made sure to collect everything on her way out.
Cauta: ((And now we wonder...the fuck has Cauta been doing with Git this entire time? Discussing the social rift of Corvis? XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((anyways, I have to get some sleep))
Britta: ((Nah, starting a romance.))
DM: Not you Britta you don't get to keep it
Cauta: ((Later dude))
Britta: ((Goodnight quaker!))
DM: Later
Britta: ((N'awww... ))
Richtor Barsten: ((We'll end this disaster of Richtor's battle prowess here))
Cauta: ((Cauta has standards. Git does not meet them.))
DM: You kinda broke a 2k gold lamp >,>
Richtor Barsten: ((night!))
Britta: ... damnm
DM: Night
DM: Well... hope you got that history
Britta: I guess Britta's gonna have to make up for them not getting anything...
Britta: WAIT
DM: That quest title was.. "Fool's Gold"
Britta: Yup, have now.
Cauta: Heheh.
DM: Cauta you got to read over Britta dropping the lamp
DM: I laughed so hard
Britta: It seemed the logical thing to do at the time... XD
DM: You understand Richtor just had to work to pay off your debt?
Cauta: He deserves some affection for that
Cauta:
Britta: Yeah... or money.
Cauta: I am seriously wondering what Cauta's been up to with Git. XD
DM: Like.. alot work more tehn 2+ hours.. I said that wrong. More like 6
DM: Eschaton is also with you Cauta
DM: Back to FoG

Session 4 & ½ (27 August 2012)

DM cleared the room 7 minutes ago
Kate joined the chat 6 minutes ago
Cauta joined the chat 5 minutes ago
Kate changed name to Britta
Eschaton joined the chat
Eschaton: Whaaaaaaaaaaaat?
DM: ..((I may have to pull from my NPC's.. ugg but I want too options..))
DM: Git would take a large breath before spitting off to the side, and then pointing down the road a long way.- "Well when the sun go downs, or it get's later we're going to stop by to see Erwin at the chruch.. And pick up some things, but we made it down here quicker then I thought." -he stops for a moment thinking- "Yea actually, if ya'll want meet me down by entrance into the river around 6 pm ish... Then he should be at his post. Think you lot can find your way about without getting killed?"
DM: Richtor Barsten: "Oi, I'll just 'eadbutt anybody who gets in mah way!" Britta keeps one hand over her coin purse, the other gingerly picking at the entrance of the wound. "Yeah, sure," she muttered.
DM: ((And that where the others split off from you two))
Britta: ((There was something about Git ducking off down an alleyway too.))
Cauta: ((Alright so...we've gone with Git))
DM: Git motions to you Cauta, and points to the tall elf as he takes a few steps into a back alleyway- "She tall one with you also? He seems to be tied you on the hip.. Hmm.." -Git seems to be looking back and forth always checking which way he is goings when he walks and talks. Those tiny beady eyes ever so watchful for the next thing.
DM: (I got a little something going just taking it a tad slow)
Cauta: ((K))
DM: For your surroundings your walking slowly around the backside of set of buildings, the walls slowly melding from cave stone to crafted into walls that look finer with detail.
Cauta nods lightly, sparing a glance at Eschaton. "He's currently under my employ. Where I go, he tends to go as well." She spares a glance around them, noting Git's...worried checks. "You must not be very popular with these people to be so cautious."
DM: Git snaps back with a quick bark almost- "Popular? I'm the most popular thing down here.. just lately someone been under cutting me, and no one seems to be spilling who.. Even if all these low penny shits coin comes from me." he grumbles something about biting the hand that feed'em when he turns away- "Well I've been told to keep my eye on you so I'm going to make sure you get to Riverside atleast intill Erwin is ready for later tonight. So don't go making any trouble ya hea'r?"
DM: He seems to be leading you closer to back wall almost like the way you came intill you see a archway of set stones and pair of fine wooden doors with a small line of people waiting for something. (You two want to say, look do anything ect?)
Eschaton huffs slightly. "Why would we want to make trouble?"
Cauta raises an eyebrow at the line, nodding lightly at Eschaton's comment. "We're not the same as our mercenary companions. I'm more than content to keep my nose clean." She motions to the line. "What are they waiting for?"
DM: Git stops leaning over pointing farther down, you can see as the 'city' spirals downward there is more then one set of archways leading in the same directions. Outward that, each at different levels of height.- "They rest of the merchants normally use the pully systems to get to lower levels and to River bed.. as long as you can affort too, and aren't bringing alot on the way down. It's a good way to make sure some of the 'finer' people don't get mugged.. or worst." (finishing round)
Cauta glances at Eschaton. "I'd like to avoid getting mugged. I've had enough excitement with those half-orcs earlier." She looks over the edge with Git, examining the 'city' below for a moment. "Corvis certainly is a surprisingly big place. At first glance, it looks rather small. Does it smell better down there?"
Eschaton nods in agreement. "One would hope that it does, given that "finer" people go down. You never can tell though."
DM: So you guys take a spot in the first line near the top side, the doors only seem to open ever 5-10 mins also. Give me some Spot checks and anyother ideas or questions you have))
DM: (Your still inside the side of the cliff city, and door is leading outside just to clear things)
Eschaton:
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Eschaton: <15>
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta: ((15))
DM: A large part of the people waiting along side with you seem to be in finer cloaks, dresses, and even carrying some packs of items. Mostly look like they are carrying food, and random trinkets. One has a line of fish still on the hook line. Git on the otherhand is starting to grow annoyed you think.
Cauta looks at the finely dressed group, before sparing a glance at Git. "Something getting under your skin?"
DM: Git grows a bit under his voice you can hear before looking back up to you- "I hate these lines.. but the express is costly.. AHhrr, screw it!" -Then you see Git hiss and bully his way to front, most the people really don't want a fight, and any that are about to say anything back down as soon as they see it's Snitchgit- "Come on ya two, I don't got time for this *hiss*"
Cauta blinks. "He's a regular charmer, isn't he?" She muses, following in the goblin's wake with a few quiet apologies to the people he's shoved aside.
Eschaton watches in surprise, barely hiding a small grin to himself as he follows his employer. "Well that's one way to do it..."
DM: Then you see Git starting digging in his pockets about the time what looks like a guard actually steps in front of him where the doors are- "I'm sorry , bui.." -Git starts to flick out gold coins each by each till teh guard just steps to the side pocketing the small sum.- "Right this way please.." -As the doors open you realize that your walking on stone, like a hallway taht leads out to a sudden drop. Ground slowly breaking away to the air till you see the large network of ropes tied every which way and leading down to the center of Riverside. Git takes a moment to be the first to step onto the small wooden elevator, before straighten his coat.
Cauta gives the contraption a look, unease evident on her features as Git boards. "This looks...rather 'safe', doesn't it? How often do they replace these ropes?" She spares a glance at Eschaton. "I'd rather be robbed than a stain at the bottom of a shaft..."
Cauta: ((I don't think Cauta likes this elevator. XD))
Eschaton offers a playful grin. "If it's all the same to you, it's easier to return proper form to a stain than replace stolen coin." With a wink, he steps slowly and lightly onto the elevator.
DM: The Elevator looks kinda ragged, and sways a bit. You are rather high in the air. Git just looks at you for a moment with a confused face- "Well of course I don't weight much more then a bag of apples, heh.. Why you aren't afraid of heights are you?"
DM: ((Also give me awareness))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Eschaton: <9>
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((13))
Cauta grimaces at Git. "Not so much heights. Rather petrified of dying."
Cauta: ((It's true. Cauta is the most mortality concerned character in the group. ))
DM: I'm going to say your both peeking over a bit. You can see several wooden barges afloat holding up shakes and making bridges to tons of small patches of make shift islands. In the center you can also see a large stone jagged top piece to what looks like a large old church maybe sticking out of the water, and other stone slabs randomly about. The center mass seems to be the focal point of this part of the city. It has two large areas of wooden floors surrounding it in rings, and shops and house all around the inside. Even acouple of the building look to be broken to make new house. (hope that came out right)
DM: Varies sizes of nets also seem to be in water, and down stream looks slower in pace where the rest of the river slows down when it hits the sunken remains of the city, making a slow stream farther down.
DM: (x_x I'm repeating myself damn it)
Cauta sighs heavily, before climbing aboard the elevator. "If this breaks..." She trailed off, shuddering slightly. "Let's just get this over with..." The ruined looking city below had better be worth the rickety ride.
DM: Everyone give a balance check as the ropes and counter weights kick into a rocky start shaking you new timers side to side.))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((...mother fuck.))
Eschaton:
DM: (xD I love this dice roller)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Eschaton:
Britta: ((*snickers!*))
DM: As the small wooden gates close you feel a sudden rock as everything kicks in and starts lowering you down toward to center piece of the town. Eschaton you drop to knee catching yourself kinda on the railing, but Cauta you flat up fall backward on your ass like a little kid would learning how to walk. Git smiles, before laughing a bit- "Hahaha.. I love watching people first times on these things.. crack me up."
Cauta yelps lightly, blinking once, before resting her face in her palm. "Next time we walk." She mutters, hauling herself back to her feet and dusting herself off. "I'm glad I can amuse you."
DM: The air smells rather better this far up, but you randomly catch hints of fish which ruin the moment from time to time. The view is amazing though, and you can see a doven of small boats all the way up and down the river farther up stream.
Eschaton wobbles sharply, falling to one knee to catch his balance, then glares up at Git. "...tell me more about how you came to be called "git"..."
Cauta looks out at the view, eyes lighting up slightly as she takes it all in, a small smile upturning the corner of her mouth. "Very...peaceful..."
Eschaton rolls his eyes. "Yes, peaceful, when you're not almost falling a dozen levels to your death."
Cauta shoots him a look over her shoulder. "You're in a sour mood today. If you have to be negative, talk to Git. Let me enjoy the view." She turns back to the sight, her smile slightly smaller now.
Eschaton shakes his head slowly. "My apologies. As I said, it's easier to return life than return lost coin... But healing myself when I'm dead would prove difficult."
Cauta laughs lightly. "I think death is beyond your reach at this point, Eschaton." She grins over her shoulder, eyes sparking. "I'll take solace that you'd be dead with me though."
Cauta: ((TEAM BONDING!))
Cauta: (((Also love how we're COMPLETELY ignoring Git's presence. XD))
Eschaton looks away slowly, gazing over the scene. "Would that it were true, that I was beyond death. I'm only an elf, and not even we are truly immortal."
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Awkward cough from Git? XD))
DM: Awkward cough from Git can be heard, he likes everyone to know who is. Kinda makes himself to be more important then anyone else in his head.- "That's a simple think to ask.. it's cause I can get anything you need for a prize.. My reaches are farther then this piss hole, I've just head a few dead ends lately. Now what about you two, skills, names, what do you bring to table huh?" -For once Git actually looks kinda interested in you two.
DM: ((Also give me a spot check guys aim high!))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Cauta: ((>.>))
Cauta: ((20.))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Eschaton: <9>
DM: ((Go ahead and talk back to Git and I'll end this hay ride.))
DM: Cauta you think you see a ship really far down stream actually and a small black thing appear and disappear in the water. You can't really make it out, it's one of those.. really far away things.
Eschaton shrugs. "I'm just a wandering healer/adventure for hire, among other things.
Eschaton: "
DM: Git narrows his vision at ya- "Name, title?"
Cauta squints slightly at the ship in the distance, unable to really make out what it's doing but curious all the same. She glances back to Git, having forgotten he was even on the lift with them. "Cauta. Cauta Asfintit. I specialize..." She pauses, as if considering her words. "...in getting what I want. Regardless of means."
Cauta: ((There's no good way to say Rogue XD))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM: Git seems to understand you he thinks- "Good.. good, it's always nice to know what skills are on the market. If ya two are ever looking for something, or needing some work that require more.." -he pauses for a moment- "Guile.. let me know, I have friends in low places.." -About this time you see the large building sticking out of the water surrounded in wooden rings come closer till the pulleys connect, and the gate opens.
Eschaton shrugs again. "Eschaton, my specialty is healing. That's all there really is to it."
Cauta nods. "I'll keep that in mind. One can rarely have too many favours or coin." She looks forward, raising an eyebrow. "That was quick. I rather enjoyed that."
DM: (So everyone understand where you are? The remains of a taller building sticking out of the water with two sets of levels encircling it)
Cauta: ((So, basically, we can get out, and then we climb down to the 'ground' level to go about?))
DM: (yea, and there is one more level below you, then your ground level)
Cauta: ((What's on that 'first' level?))
DM: (It's teh top level, the highest point making it best for all the pulleys systems to link too. Mostly just more pulleys leading to High Town and Old Town)
DM: Git will be the first to lead you guys down before holding his hands out to both sides- "Welcome to Riverside, place of trade, good food, and rare wares... I'm going to head home in a couple till Erwin gets ready. You two going to be ok?"
Eschaton nods. "Unless there's something else that threatens to reduce us to stains on the wall... I'm sure we'll be fine."
Cauta looks about, enjoying the fresher air. "I think we'll be fine. As long as we keep our noses clean, nothing to worry about." She pauses, fixing Git with a curious look. "Or are people down here as obsessed with the fire as those above? I could do without the scrutiny."
DM: Git just gives you a half-shrug- "Ehh, depends vender to vender.. Some had families up there, but general most of non-stop trade from Griven up river has these people good with new comers." (Give me a Smell check!)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Cauta: ((14))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Eschaton: <20 o3o>
Cauta: ((Niice))
Eschaton:
DM: Not sure how you two take to this, but you both can smell steaming hot fish seasoned well coming from right below you.
Cauta: ((...food!))
DM: Git's going to wait for a moment pointing you two where he will be intill it's time, and asked you just head there when it's night.
DM: (From what you can see it just looks like a stone roof barely sticking out of the water, with a wooden ladder sticking out of the center of it.)
Cauta nods, pausing when she catches the smell wafting up from below. "Someone's cooking fish..." She murmurs, not even really listening anymore.
Cauta: ((...Cauta likes fish, apparently.))
DM: (You want to try look threw the floor wooden planks?)
Eschaton suppresses a slight shiver at the scent of fish, recalling memories of fish at home. "That smells absolutely divine... Where can we find that?"
Cauta: ((Sure.))
DM: When you look down from the top level you see the smoke rising from a larger building build onto the main center. And he the smart owner made sure to get that spot for that very reason. To make sure everyone that gets off the pulleys smells his food. But you really can't see much of it.
Cauta: ((Only issue...I've only got a half hour left.))
DM: ((We don't got to finish, I mean before D&D night we have two more days where I'll be on doing nothing))
Cauta licks her lips slightly, already starting to descend towards the smell. "Down, that's as far as I can tell."
DM: The highest level is pretty small in comparison to the 'ground' level where you can see several massing crowds passing by you two. The circle of stores each displaying there wares. The one you seem to be looking for the most is one of two that is tied for largest size.
DM: You can see a very young, but smooth skin half-elf in a apron at a large grill de scaling fish faster then you knew was possible. On one side of the massive grill is raw fish being cook, and cover in dry spices and on the other side is finished fish on a stick. But it smells strong of something sweet. (give me another smell check if you want to guess what she is using for spices)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((...25))
Cauta: ((Cauta knows her frigging fish.))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((She REALLY likes fish.))
DM: Her hair is almost bright light brown, with some sharp features in her chins. Also she is yelling as she is cooking. Cauta you manage to pick up what smells like hickory wood from the grill, and pick up just a hint of garlic and some other things coming from the fish.
Britta: .
Cauta makes a bee-line for the fish stall, eyes alight with delight at the growing scent of fish. She watches the half-elf descaling the fish for a few moments, taking the brief pause to compose herself before speaking. "Good day!"
Cauta: ((Seriously, Britta. Keep fish in mind.))
DM: Sandra- "Come and get the best fish in Corvis! I know you want it, so come and get it! You won't find anything fresher upstream!"
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: (xD)
Cauta: ((Cauta, can we have a raise?))
Cauta: ((No.))
Cauta: ((I brought you some smoked salmon...))
Cauta: ((...maybe.))
Britta: ((... can any of us fish? Is that a skill?))
DM: (Yes it is..)
Britta: ((Some of us need to put skill into that! Britta can cook!))
Cauta: ((One I'd have invested in if I had know Cauta was so much of a fish person. XD))
Britta: ((Next level!))
Britta: ((... I'm not much of a fish person, so that's why I'm asking: What would fish and chicken eggs be like for breakfast?))
Cauta: ((...I dunno?))
Britta: ((Does it sound repulsive? I know it does to me...))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Like...fish itself? or fish eggs?))
Britta: ((Hmmm... I'll take your word for it.))
Britta: ((Fish, and then chicken egg))
Cauta: ((Eh, I bet I could eat it.))
Eschaton:
Britta: ((How about your delicate tiefling's tastes?))
DM: Sandra would finish scaling another right in front of you in mere seconds while speed talking the prices and flavors- "Good day you too, you wondering how much it would cost ya for fish this good, am I right? Well your looking at one silver a stick, and 2 and half for a set of three.. So which you getting cause I can see it in your eyes you want'em? I got hickory, garlic, lemon, and the house special?"
DM: (Co-worker trying to talk to me as I type.. so annoying!)
Cauta: ((Cauta may be nobility, but fish she loves. I think she'd just pass on the eggs. >_>))
Britta: ((Mmm... I think they'd be put into a sauce or something instead.))
Cauta: ((I'll wait for Esch to catch up to the fast moving Cauta. She's just excited.))
Eschaton:
DM: You can hear the sound of the grill sizzling and popping and the crowd around you all trying to get to the front also Cauta.)
Eschaton stands off to the side, grinning to himself. It's odd seeing his employer so excited, but enjoyable.
Cauta eyes the fish, thinking for a moment before nodding to herself. "Set of three, one of the hickory, one of garlic, and the house special?" She immediately retrieves her small coin purse, thumbing out the 2 and a half silvers.
Cauta: ((Cauta ignored that line. Fuck you all, she wants her fucking fish.))
DM: Sandra would waste no time handling the coin first before turn around grabbing you all three sticks of trout. All of them would still be steaming of the wooden sticks.- "There ya go.. Yup the house special is something we're known for, come back again.. "
DM: ((What line did she ignore?))
Cauta: ((There's a crowd. Evidentally Cauta just frigging ignored them all. XD))
Cauta takes the sticks quickly, eyeing each of them as she moves off to the side, smiling over the fish at Eschaton. "You're not getting any?"
Cauta: ((Cauta's...acting like a regular person?! MADNESS!))
DM: ((She isn't being hated on right now xD))
Britta: ((*snickers!*))
Cauta: ((And yes. She bought NONE for Esch. Those are her three fish, and she will eat them all!))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Unless he asks nicely. Then she might share. >_>))
DM: (xD Or she may not like the House special and give him that one)
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Britta will show up, find Cauta being all happy and eating fish.))
Cauta: (("Who the hell are you?"))
DM: (Britta could show up if you want Kate)
Cauta: ((Cauta immediately frowns. "Oh great. You're back.))
Eschaton smirks. "I was waiting for you to finish." He reaches into his pack and pulls out two silvers, stepping up to the female near the grill. "A hickory and a garlic, if you please?"
Britta: ((Already?))
DM: (Awareness Eschaton!)
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Eschaton: <..........................>
DM: (Sure time isn't super terrible right now, and remember you only made it a bit in the cave)
Eschaton:
Britta: ((Hehehe))
DM: (like the first room)
Cauta sink her teeth into the hickory trout, smiling wide at the delicious flavour.
Cauta: ((Esch is so shocked by happy Cauta, he's just unaware of everything.))
Britta: ((Ah, okay. Can we assume she went back to the inn and collected her bag before going for a wander?))
DM: (So fitting you would fumble this roll Vex)
Eschaton: <...very worrisome indeed>
Eschaton:
DM: Sandra would do close to the same thing but this time as she is gutting the fish- "Oh thank you sir.. so you what are you doing in town.. with that tiefling?"
Cauta: ((DAMMMNNNN YOU RACISM! LET HER BE HAPPY FOR ONCE!))
DM: As she finish that line, her eyes look over toward Cauta before raking too deep causing her to flick a small amount of the guts onto your robs Eschaton- "Oh my goodness.. I'm so sorry sir.."
DM: (Not racism, something else Eschaton complete won't notice)
Cauta: ((>.>))
DM: Sandra would start stumbling over her words a bit trying to wipe some it off ya.- "I'm.. I'm sor, I wasn't looking at you, I mean.. her.. The fish is free!" -she would proclaim quickly cover her blushing
DM: (sorry just wanted to get that right)
Cauta: ((oooooohhh....)))
Cauta: ((Lesbian Half-elf. Got it.))
Eschaton:
DM: ((No not lesbian xD))
DM: (...did that come off lesbian like?)
Cauta: ((Eh. I'm mostly being a smartass.))
Britta: ((Nup.))
Cauta: ((Everyone wants a bit of Cauta!))
Cauta: ((it's the skin and horns.))
DM: (Even Gunther...)
Cauta: ((Ladies like the tail.))
Britta: ((Guilty... how long until you go to bed?))
Cauta: ((technically? Ten minutes ago.))
Britta: ((Aw))
Cauta: ((Why are you trying to bring in this Ravid fellow))
Britta: ((Well- ...TOP SECRET...))
Eschaton glances down at the fish guts and gently wipes them off. "It's not a problem at all. Business is business, and accidents do happen..." He lays the silvers in front of her and picks up the sticks the fish are on. "Not that it matters, but we're just traveling together. Safety in numbers, you know. She kills anything that gets in her way, I patch her up. If she sustains injury." He leans in slightly and casts a large Cheshire grin that practically dares her to ask more at her own risk. He says softly to her, "have a nice day, miss," then moves to stand near Cauta.
Cauta joined the chat 9 seconds ago
Cauta: ((FISH!))
Eschaton:
Cauta takes another bite of the fish, obviously quite content. "What kinds did you get?" She glances at the fish for a moment, before grinning. "I can smell the hickory and garlic. Won't go wrong there." She takes another bite, starting towards the door.
DM: (Cauta you see most of this and can see Eschaton didn't catch that Sandra was trying to flirt with him)
Eschaton:
DM: Sandra still gives a large smile back with a bit of redness in her cheeks, and gives you a small giggly laugh- "Hehe, yea.. I get ya.. Well come back again soon! I promise it's free that time too!"
Eschaton: <...okay, fair enough.>
Cauta: ((Oooooh, the elf was scoping out to see if Cauta was his other!))
Cauta: ((Thhaaaat makes more sense than lesbian half-elf.))
DM: (( Not all peoples flirting makes sense, and that was still fun Vex))
Cauta: ((Cauta will be teasing about this when they're outside))
Cauta: ((WAHAHAHA~!
Eschaton:
DM: (( I just see it funny if Cauta was like "Your not going to even ask the girls name? You can be dull sometimes, heh."))
DM: (Well luckly it's just a game your not mad are you Vex? And at this point I guess you two can chat a second before GC goes to bed.)
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((More just bite her fish. "You're as dense as an orc sometimes, Eschaton."))
Eschaton glances back at the female, the corner of his mouth turning up in a slight grin. "I might just do that." He waves, then follows Cauta out and nibbles on the fish. He sighs softly as memories of the forest wake in his mind, shaking his head to clear the sadness that came with it and instead turning his thoughts to the half-elf girl. Tilting his head a bit, he nudges Cauta lightly. "Why do you think she wanted to know why we were together? Should I have told her that I'm under contract to you?"
Eschaton:
Cauta bites her fish, chuckling between chews. "You can be rather dense for someone so 'wise', Eschaton." She flicks her eyes up to him, mimicking the half-elf's smile and giggle. "A woman acts like this, and it just goes clear over your head."
DM: (Well I am forcing you to be oblivious as that first roll was to see if you would catch it or not, and you not only didn't catch it.. you fumbled. So we're all having fun with it.)
Cauta: ((CAUTA GIGGLED. RUN. RUN!))
DM: (( Gillidan is so recording this from that clear Broach))
Britta: ((I be recording this too. ))
Cauta: ((...the giggle? That's creepy, Gill. >_>))
Britta: ((*Gill replays it over and over, then starts laughing childishly*))
DM: ((... Raised in a family that bargains with devils can have that effect.. he doesn't get out much, but magic college was fun! he has tons of stories about that place! ))
Cauta: ((She still doesn't know his first name...does anyone know his first name?))
Eschaton shrugs. "Being wise and being smart are two different things. I've never seen a female act like that towards me before, so I don't know how to respond properly. Why was she so flustered?"
Britta: ((I think Britta does.))
DM: ((Who's Gills?))
Cauta shakes her head. "You see how people look at me. Now, how did she look at you? Did she look at you like people look at me?"
Cauta: ((Cauta wants him to solve this himself. XD))
Cauta: ((Iiiiiii need some sleep))
DM: (It's my last day at work, I love watching you two rp. and this is funny shit)
Britta: ((Aww))
Cauta: ((Cauta and Esch interact differently than Britta and Richtor. ))
Eschaton tilts his head the other way and crosses his arms, the gears almost visible. "She wasn't... flirting with me, was she?"
Britta: ((They're much more polite.))
Cauta laughs. "Bingo!" Takes one last bit of her hickory trout. "The man can figure it out!"
Britta: .
Cauta: ((And that seems a good place to call it a night))
DM: (Just to make things better. If you do manage to look back you catch her quickly turning head to someone. I love catching girls like that xD)
DM: (and ya get that half-second eye thing heh, alright cya Thursday, and Friday for you kate)
DM: send me the chatzy link if you want to talk about that thing Kate
Cauta: Peace.
Eschaton:
DM: aww now I want to hear!
Eschaton: Well keep it on your mind for the next time we play xD

Session 4 & ½ (31st August 2012)

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DM: So there I was, completely surrounded by vampiric cyber ninjas, and down to my last garlic bread stick..
DM: That's the end of the story.
Kate: *claps hands*
Cauta: heh
DM: Sorry VERY old inside joke
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Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Sure))
Cauta: ((Although looking at the clock...you'll be lucky to get another hour out of me))
Cauta: ((Aye. I'm going to bed at four without fail.))
Eschaton sighs and shakes his head slowly, then looks up to the sky, a mixed expression of sadness and emptiness crossing his face. "I left my home before it was time for me to take a proper mate. I don't know the customs attributed with courtship since I never had time to learn them. Maybe that's part of the price I must pay for trying to save her."
Cauta: ((...hrm. Seems like it's serious conversation tim-oh wait, Cauta has fish. She can't be serious with half a trout in her mouth...))
Cauta blinks, not having expected a serious answer to her ribbing. "Oh. I...see." She mumbled around the fish, slightly hiding her face behind the morsel. "Save...who?"
Eschaton lowers his head. "I'll tell you later, perhaps." He takes a bite from his fish, thinking over his mission for a moment, when his mind returns to the girl. "She seemed... what's a word that people use to describe others that they like... cute? Yes, I think that's it. She was cute..." He slowly turns to get another look at the female half-elf.
Cauta nods, chewing her fish slowly, wondering what exactly the elf was talking about. At least until he brought up the half-elf again. "Well then, why not go talk to her? I certainly won't object to some time without your constant 'wisdom'." She grinned cheekily.

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DM: (Oh damn.. you guys actually started.. Umm)
Cauta: ((>.>))
Cauta: ((We had a conversation.))
Eschaton:
DM: (That's fine, due to time limits I was going to say you can talk a bit more or see what some of the other shop have for sale. Or bumb into Britta and find out what happen to them two)
DM: (Well I have nothing to add to it Vex but I am following at the moment)
Kate: (Hello?)
Eschaton:
DM: So around the center ring of shops on the floor level you can take a bit a time to move around the engrossed crowds and see a few of the venders. There seems to be a baker making hot fresh breads, along side with some cheese wheels selling mostly to fishermen it looks. Another is nothing more then a shack with different hides drying out, from Croc skin, Bear fur, shark skin, and a few others you really can't tell. ->
DM: (I would say around 3ish, maybe 4)
DM: There is also what looks like a older lady sitting behind a counter with a several 'mystic' looking paintings and claims to be a seerer or something ya can't really tell.. and another one is just a ladder leading down into a stone room underwater you think.
Eschaton quickly looks up at Cauta with a glare, then back to the girl, then sighs again and takes another bite of fish. "It wouldn't work. Not right now. There's too much to do, and taking a mate would complicate it. I couldn't bring her with us, and I wouldn't want her to worry about me while I'm gone. Maybe when this is all over, I'll come back..." He looks around to get his bearing and gauge the time. "We should find a place to stay for a while soon, unless you want to ride back up and find that inn again."
Kate changed name to Britta
DM: Also more background stuff going on!~ Branching for the center point is also several wooden ladders leading out to other smaller patches of land, all the way to cliff side one to old town the other to high town.
Cauta simply rolls her eyes, tossing aside another stick picked clean. "We'll need to stay in the area. We're meeting the goblin in awhile, remember?" She glances towards the shops, spotting the 'mystic' paintings. "And that looks curious enough to kill some time." Cauta quickens her stride, a small spring in it as she moves, happily nibbling on her fish.
DM: (Like I said this is 'free time' kinda.. that doesn't mean it's pointless just more story building, character filling, and extra chances to do things ect)
Britta had spent the past hour walking back to the tavern to collect her pack. A small argument with Herc had ensued, but Britta had escaped well enough with her pack and gone for a wander of the city. She couldn't help but feel that Richtor having to stay behind and help the dwarves wasn't the best thing that could have happened and she felt as if she had to somehow make it up to him. She didn't exactly want to owe him a 'favor' or anything. So, she found herself wandering about in another part of Corvis, a place where everything smelt like it was willing to be sold and the people were bustling as they shopped or shouted their wares.
DM: (Eschaton if your following Cauta both ya give me a spot check, Britta you may find your way about if wish to join them bumbing in or what not.)
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Eschaton: <8 -.->
Eschaton:
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Eschaton: <14>
Britta happens to be wandering past a shack with hides drying out. Curiously, she stops to take a quick look over the hides, reminded of her brother's hide-working back home.
Eschaton flattens his ears a bit as he watches her go. "So very, very unlike you." He follows more slowly, thinking about both the past and everything that has happened up to the present. Approaching one of the strange paintings, he lifts a hand and waves it slowly in front of the art piece to see if there was anything unusual about it, besides the appearance.
DM: When you approach the shack you see the older women with her hood over her eyes, along the back wall you see prices for different kinda of tellings. Including Fame, Wealth, Romance, and Dreams. Each getting slowly more costly as you read teh list. The womens hands seem to be wrinkled and hold nothing.
DM: (The painting is NOT magical!)
Eschaton:
DM: (It does look a tad strange, and is nothing more then a swirl of colors pulling toward the center point of a goats eye.)
Cauta: ((Hrrrrmmm...))
Cauta: ((Prices!))
DM: (Britta if ya that close you can see the tall elf for sure.))
Cauta: ((...isn't Esch 5'7?))
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
Britta: ((We'll just have it that Britta's too focused on the furs for now))
Britta lifts a hand and touches one of the bear furs, brushing her fingers across it, seemingly deep in thought.
DM: As you look up Cauta and start to read the prices in your head you hear the old women's rusty voice say each line as you read them at the same time.- Esther- "Fame five copper.. Wealth.. one Silver.. Romance 5 Sliver.. and Dreams.. one gold.."
Cauta: ((...dreams is tempting.))
DM: (xD Sorry well she sees you anyways, you look not human or fisherman like xD)
Cauta: ((I think Cauta's hoods up, so she's harder to spot. Save for the horns poking out the back. >.>))
Eschaton turns his head as he hears the old woman's voice. "...curious indeed."
Cauta: ((Hhhhrrrrrrmmm.))
Britta glances over at Cauta and Eschaton, recognizing the tips of the elf's ears and the horns sticking out from Cauta's hood. She frowns a little, glances down at the bear fur once more, then sighs before mumbling something to herself. She doesn't really want them to know about what happened to cause her and Richtor to have to split up. She's a little embarrassed and doesn't want to have to explain her actions. She pretends as if she hasn't seen them and keeps looking at the furs.
DM: Cauta she also isn't even looking at you, her head is still pointed down at some etchings in the wooden counter.
Cauta rubs her chin, watching the woman in her peripheries as she looks at the prices. Dreams was tempting...but a gold coin for what could be a hoax was hard to swallow. Still...
DM: Britta since you seem so interested in the bears fur, a large burly man approaches you stroking the fur a moment before crossing his arms- "Black bears hide.. This one just came in last night.. all the way from the northern mountains.. It's good stuff for keeping you warm when your missing that special somebody. You looking to buy or trade for the pelt?"
Cauta chuckles lightly. "Alright. What's the harm?" She fishes a gold coin out of her purse, and places it in front of the woman. "Tell me of my dreams."
Britta: "Don't really have a reason for buying it, sadly," Britta murmurs. She lifts her eyes to look at the man. "Did it come from near Tenve?"
DM: Esther would slowly reach out holding the coin closer to her face for a moment before placing it away, then holding a hand out. - "Dreams ehh?! Rare to hear from your kind.. Your hand please Mis.." -she waits still not looking up at you.
Cauta holds out her hand. "Not all of us are content to wallow, nor are we all ashamed of ourselves."
DM: Britta the man grunts with a large grin- "Where else would you find the finest pelts in teh world.. That land holds many of the worlds greatest beast... Though if your looking for more special wares around that bridge is sister.. she sells the finished products of some the best clothes in Corvis."
DM: (Will check Cauta! Eschaton too!)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta: ((What do I add?))
DM: (Will save, plus Wisdom)
Cauta: ((so...18))
Britta folds her arms across her chest, obviously thinking. She nods her head slowly, then suddenly looks up at the man. "If you'd been forced to work extra hours because of somebody else's mistake, what would you accept as an apology gift?" Obviously the thing with Richtor is eating her a little more than she expected. Plus, she's never had to buy an apology gift... rarely does she wish to keep friends.
Cauta: ((Unless you mean base save plus wisdom modifier.))
Cauta: ((In which case, 16.))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Eschaton: <18>
Cauta: ((...jesus christ. Your will is like my reflex.))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((And assuming you've got the +2 modifier for wisdom))
DM: Esther forces your palm open humming several times tracing her index finger along each line in your palm. She nods a couple time, before giving you a small sigh- "Your dreams are closer to nightmares.. fallen pacts.. You look to repeat the past with no care of the suffering it could once bring to this world.. Your future sorceress will be nothing more then a trail of madness.. like walking in the dark.." (Eschton you feel magic!)
Eschaton widens his eyes slightly, his ears twitching as he watches with interest. "...curiouser and curiouser..."
Cauta: ((...did she just call Cauta a sorceress, or did she mistake Esch for a dude?))
Britta: ((Why do I keep seeing a Cheshire cat instead of Esch?))
Britta: ((... you mean, did she mistake Esch for a chick. XD))
Cauta: ((No. I mean what I said. We all know he's a girl. ))
Eschaton:
DM: Britta the stern man tilts his head at you for moment rubbing his chin with a large grin- "It depends I would think.. something useful but I'm a logical man.. I have some other wares and cloak in my sister shop if you rlooking for something better. I know a great coat can be very nice.." -He seems to just really want to sale you something xD
DM: (She's holding your Cauta..)
Britta looks at the man for a moment but knows she's not going to get anywhere talking with him seeing as his mind was strictly on the profit. A soft sigh escapes her lips, she glances at the floor, then back up at the man. "Then where is your sister's shop?"
DM: hand**)
Cauta is quiet, pulling her hand from the seer's with a rough jerk. "Interesting." Her voice is low, but harsh, eyes clouded slightly in what might be barely controlled anger. Any sign of her good mood has vanished, as she simply stares at the woman. "Nightmares to some, perhaps."
DM: The man pats you rback Britta pointing you over to small opening sticking out of the water with a set of stone stairs leading downward- "Oh she is right over there.. she everything you'll need to make him realize your sorry.. From dresses.. skirts... everything you need. Tell her I sent ya.."
Cauta: ((aaannnd Cauta's back to her usual self.))
Eschaton lightly lays a hand on Cauta's shoulder. "Please don't destroy anything, we don't want to cause a commotion..."
Britta suddenly realizes that maybe the man thinks that she is trying to apologize to Richtor with her own body as the stern man mentions dresses. She blushes a moment, then scratches at the back of her head. "He's uh... he's just someone I work with... ah... yes, I'll tell her." Quickly, she steps away from the stall and towards the stairs, her head down in embarrassment.
DM: The old women just silently sit there, happy to do business- " I pray you wake from dreams Sorceress, darkness has it's way with the meak.."
DM: (I have to do a round, brb should be real quick.)
Cauta pulls her shoulder away, eyes burning. "Don't touch me, elf." She regards the woman for a moment, swallowing once. "Save your prayers. It's long past being a matter of choice." With that, she moves away from the woman, not even looking at Eschaton. "I'm done here. Do as you wish."
Britta wanders down the stone steps into the shop, blinking her eyes to adjust to the difference in lighting.
Cauta: ((The universe hates Cauta. She got a few minutes to be happy...and then it takes it away from her.))
Britta: ((Britta would laugh at you for even talking to a seer. XD))
Cauta: ((Cauta would tell Britta she's an idiot for not understanding there are things beyond the limited grasp of physical. <_< )
Eschaton pulls his hand back. "Please don't leave yet... I'd like for you to stay for this." He reaches into his pack and pulls out a gold coin, placing it lightly on the table before extending his hand for the seer. "Dreams, if you please."
Britta: ((Back))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Yup))
Britta: .
Eschaton:
Britta: ((Refresh the page, then log in))
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
Britta: ((Ahkay))
DM: (back)
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Eschaton:
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DM: Esther would do the same, humming randomly and running her hand over yours. This time she nods again- "Hmm.. Strange.. You seem to have two heavy burdens, one too great for any being.. Your dreams are pure of though, but mistakes have been made.. and you must learn from them... You seek the lady of truth, and may find her... I can't see any farther, it's just a white blanket. I'm sorry, may you find your being.."
DM: (Eschaton you notice unlike with Cauta reading her voice is staggering and waving in and out at points. Almost sounding unsure. )
Cauta: ((Mistake one: You're with the chick who's got the nightmares, not dreams))
Britta: .
DM: (Anyone want to make spot checks at the old lady or around, ect?)
Cauta: ((Sure, Cauta's watching anyway.))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Eschaton takes a step back, his eyes wide. "That... that is strong magic. I, um... thank you. Thank you very much..." He turns to Cauta, visibly shaken, and walks past her silently, not so much sitting as falling into a crouch near a clear section of wall, holding his head in his hands.
Cauta: ((22))
DM: Cauta you see her hood looks kinda... tented up? But nothing major, like her hair style is buns or something.. it's still covered
Cauta: ((...curious.))
Cauta watches Eschaton's reading, shaking her head slightly when the seer finishes. "Happy?" She watches Esch move past her, sparing only a brief glance at the seer. "You seem short of good news, seer." Without another word, Cauta turns and follows after the elf. She pauses before him, watching quietly. "Dislike your fortune that much?"
Cauta: ((Alright, I'm gonna see Esch's response, then bed.))
Eschaton shakes his head. "No one... No one should know of our plight... It's a secret that has been closely guarded ever since it was revealed to us... How..." He looks up at Cauta when he hears her voice, finding some comfort in her usual tone. "I... I need a moment to think."
Cauta shakes her head. "Take it. I'm going to go waste some more of my coin on petty things, hopefully something better than talk of nightmares this time." She moves off towards the shops, muttering something in Infernal under her breath.
Cauta: ((Aaaannnd bed time.))
Britta: ((Nah-night!))

DM: ((Leaving here!))

Session 4 & ½ (1st September 2012)

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DM: Eschaton, you hear a voice in your head.. "Buy Gill more RP for the new champion!"
DM: I mean oh good everyone is here!))
Eschaton screams
Eschaton: <:howaboutno
DM: (Also side note it is a rare day, I am in a joyful mood for some reason)
Eschaton: Because you saw an awesome Sona skin that you'll never use because you suck with her
DM: (Bot will always fear me!)
Britta: ((Has no clue what you guys are on about.))
DM: Cauta give me a good spot check would ya, also everyone can smell something different in the air. It doesn't have a special smell but you can't figure it out.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Cauta: ((16))
DM: Cauta you can see the familiar redhead taking her time crossing a wooden bridge heading to small stone set of stairways. Also all the other stores I named earlier.. Onto top of that you can see sign that reads "Exotic Wears like no other!" above the stone stairs.
Cauta: ((Mmkay))
Cauta: ((Moment.))
DM: ((No rush tonight we got started early!))
DM: ((Round))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((No sweat. Cauta is off by herself.))
Britta: ((... Cauta, do another awareness roll.))
Cauta: ((Mmkay.))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Cauta: ((...))
Britta: ((I'm just gonna grin.))
Britta: ((Ah well...))
Eschaton:
Britta: Cauta, you get the feeling that someone is watching you, but not sure where from. If you want, you can make another spot check.
Britta: ((Just so you guys don't think I'm randomly taking over, check FoG's chat. Kitt's on a round.))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta: ((...))
Britta: ((Whoa))
Britta: There seems to be a baker making hot fresh breads, along side with some cheese wheels selling mostly to fishermen it looks. Over by this stand near the shack with the drying furs and skins is a man standing, a loaf of bread in hand. He appears to have stopped for a bit of a late lunch, but his eyes are on Cauta. They are mismatched eyes, one brown, the other a brilliant blue, and he seems to be staring at Cauta with intrigue in his miscolored eyes. He is tall, near 6'4", and a supposedly very strong man judging by his thick, yet still lithe body. (He wears: http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/0... Forget the head and weapons.) His hair is black and cut just above his shoulders, and his face is touched with stubble. Across his back, a longbow and a waraxe are strapped. He appears to be an adventurer passing through.
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Cauta: ((Moment, sorry.))
DM: (Don't stress it Eschton, you sit down and watch people for awhile see.. BAM now go lay down for a bit.)
Eschaton:
DM: (I hope you come back)
Eschaton:
Britta: ((Meh, I'll write more detail while we wait for Guilty.))
Britta: This man appears to be around the same age as Cauta and his gaze is not fearful or shy like most who stare at Cauta about town. Instead, his gaze is bold and interested, perhaps even a little concerned, though the latter is doubtful.
Cauta: ((Sorry, gaming with quake))
Britta: ((Tell him to jump online! XD))
Britta: ((Or not...))
Cauta pauses, feeling someone's gaze on her. She pauses, searching for the owner, freezing when she catches his mismatched eyes. She remains still, eyes probing his own for an answer as to why he's watching her, but there's nothing of the usual reactions to her appearance. After a moment of thought, she starts towards him, slow and cautious, but curious.
Britta: The man seems somewhat surprised that she would approach him but makes no move to leave or to divert her attention elsewhere. His hand poised with the bread loaf lowers to his side and he offers a confident and polite smile as she approaches. As you come nearer, you can see a necklace of colorful beads hanging just slightly out of his coat's pocket.
Cauta smiles back, although there's a slight edge to it from her not so pleasant mood. She speaks once in earshot. "I couldn't help but notice you watching me across the market. Need something?"
DM: ((I promise there will be goodys GC for helping Kate take ahold of the reigns for a moment.))
Cauta: ((Cool))
Britta: The man's smile widens a little and he glances aside for a moment, then returns his gaze to her. "Sorry for staring... you rather stand out in a crowd. I don't need anything. I suppose... I just find it odd that a tiefling would brazenly move around Corvis after all that's supposedly happened. But even then, that wasn't really why I was... watching you." For a moment, he actually looks slightly embarrassed, but recovers himself and flashes her another brilliant smile. "That's a nice crossbow you have there."
Cauta: ((SENSE MOTIVE!))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
DM: (You use that Lore!)
Cauta: ((17!))
Britta: ((Haha! Well, all you can figure is he maybe wasn't staring at you because you are a tiefling. It's more like he's using it as an excuse and quickly trying to change the focus of the conversation elsewhere by mentioning Cauta's crossbow.))
Cauta: ((...oooooh, Ravid likes what he sees.))
Britta: ((Aye.))
DM: (( Feels like a player for once... GC try bluffing him to give ya gold!))
DM: (OR FREE BREAD!)
Cauta: ((XD))
Britta: ((Yeah, he totally has a loaf of bread in his hand... never mind if he's eaten some of it.))
Cauta: ((Moment.))
Britta: ((kay))
Cauta raises an eyebrow for a moment, before she makes a soft 'ah' in understanding, a coy smile splitting her face. "Ah, yes. It is a rather nice crossbow. Has seen me through many a trouble of late." She takes a single step closer, tail flicking slightly. "Is that what interested you, hm? My crossbow?"
Britta: ((Aw, poor Ravid...))
Cauta: ((She's simply grilling him, that's all. No harm in looking. She might even be a little flattered. ))
Britta: The man watches her for a moment as she takes that step closer, his eyes quickly flickering down to her hands without a thought as if he's checking for something. However, soon he is wearing a smirk. "Am I really that transparent?" he chuckled softly. He washes his gaze over her quickly, from tail to horns, then back to her eyes. "I only noticed the crossbow when you moved towards me, I must confess."
Cauta: ((FLIRTING! WOO!))
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: (( Gill is in the background, chewing on some garlic fish watching creepy like..))
Britta: ((Watching through that magic thingy...))
Britta: ((... I can see that. Creepy stalking, accompanied by a dead garlic-scented fish.))
Cauta laughs softly, her smile taking a slightly more friendly hint. "A friendly word of advice? Women much prefer an honest man."
DM: (Round time! )
Cauta: ((XD))
Cauta: ((Cauta doesn't exactly get the compliment of being watched often.))
Britta: ((... how am I having trouble thinking like a guy right now of all times, dammit!?))
Eschaton:
Britta: ((This guy... I know how he thinks. Give me a minute.))
Britta changed name to Ravid
Ravid keeps his grin, eyes continuing to flicker between Cauta's eyes and her hands, still appearing to be on the look out for something. "Some times blunt honesty is unwelcome, especially from a stranger," he says, then casually glances upwards towards her horns. "But I suppose it couldn't hurt in this case." His eyes flicked back down to catch her gaze and the smile faded to the mischevieous smirk once again.
Ravid: "I saw your face before the horns or the tail. Never have I seen such beautiful eyes - gemlike in a face softly hewn from onyx. Sorry if that seems overly poetic - I promise you, I'm no bard - but those were my first thoughts." He offered a smile, glanced away, then back to her face. "So, is honesty going to hurt like a punch in the gut?"
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((...well damn. That was pretty good.))
Cauta: ((And Cauta just likes to enjoy what little positive attention she gets from the opposite sex. ))
Cauta: ((She IS a woman.))
Eschaton:
Ravid: ((Gilladan needs some hitting on now, right? XD! Glad that didn't come across too girly! I was wondering...))
Cauta tilts her head softly, raising her hands up slightly into view before her smile grows slightly at his words. "Not a bard? You certainly seem to have the tongue for it." She laughs again, a bit softer. "No, I think this honesty is quite pleasant. But I have to ask why you keep watching my hands? Afraid I'm going to take your coin-purse?"
Cauta: ((Protip, from the woman I interact with anyway. They are quite fond of the cheesy lines.))
Ravid: ((Don't always fall for them, but cheesy lines are pretty fun.))
Cauta: ((And Esch, there's not a ton of androgynous men. You have to let her grow on it. ))
DM: (( Gill? Pff.. no one likes Gill))
Ravid: ((Herc does.))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((If he's not lying to her? Cauta doesn't hate him, and appreciates his help.))
DM: (( Oh if Cauta only knew what this city holds for her in the future xD))
Cauta: ((Darkness and fallen pacts.))
Cauta: ((...which means Gill needs to tread carefully.))
DM: (( No no.. that was.. I have no idea.))
Cauta: ((Cauta needs her attention. Let her have it. She'll flee Corvis when the time comes.))
DM: ((Alright now you need to find a way to wrap her into shopping, and dragging Eschton if ya can too. Otherwise they will be ill prepared for the next adventure.. How you going to hook that Kate?))
DM: ((^^These are the things DM must ask themselfs))
Ravid smiles, his mismatched eyes once more dipping to her hands as she mentions them before returning his gaze to her face. "Old habit, I'm afraid. You have the hands of a thief... slender, unobtrusive, and delicate. See, I don't quite... it's a little difficult for me to go slipping my hands anywhere unnoticed." Here, he spread his hands before her, one still holding the bread roll. True, they were large and obviously worn from outdoor work or wielding weapons barehanded.
Eschaton:
Ravid: ((Aye, I'll have to find a way to rip Ravid away. XD))
Ravid: ((Sharded whip? *shudders*))
Eschaton:
Eschaton: < http://puu.sh/10Uif >
Ravid: ((... why did I give Ravid that skill on his CS when I made him up...?))
Cauta nods, murmuring an 'Ah' as she watches his eyes for a moment. "A softer life can do that." After another moment of silence, she glances off towards the shop she had been heading for. "I have some shopping I need to attend to, but it was a pleasure to speak with you, Sir..?"
Ravid smiles. "Just Ravid. And you're right, I have some things I must also be tending to, Miss...?"
DM: (( Eschaton quick before tehy kiss!))
Ravid: ((eww!!))
Cauta: ((Cauta ain't easy. ))
Cauta smiles back. "Cauta. Cauta Asfintit."
Eschaton:
DM: ( Just put your arm around Cauta Eschaton, and be like "Hey babe.. I thought we're going shoppiing?")
Ravid smiles, then gently catches his hand with his free hand, raising her knuckles to gently brush against his lips in an oh-so-charming manner. His eyes remain locked on hers. "Until next time." With that, he smiles and releases her hand, his playful smirk returning as he moves off into the crowd.
Eschaton:
Ravid: ((*her - he catches her hand))
Cauta: ((She'd stomp his foot if he did. XD))
DM: A large gust of air just happens to hit blowing down stream toward the ever growing grey swampy area. Blowing your hair around..
Ravid: ((Sexy hair commerical break?))
DM: (Alright everyone ready to start back up, and everyone give Kate a hand for testing her co-dming skills.. *small golf claps*)
Eschaton:
Cauta smiles, the faintest hint of a blush on her onyx cheeks before retracting her hand. "Until then." With that, she'd move off towards the shop, a smile still on her face.
Cauta: ((Well done, Kate.))
DM: (xD Vex made me LOL hard)
Ravid: ((Thanks. Glad you enjoyed Ravid!))
Ravid: ((Cauta's totally born with it!))
DM: ((Eschaton, you running up to catch her now, and Britta and everyone is found in a stone stair case after walking past the crowd to tight hallway that splits into six paths. Each with signs over them. Also feel free to say something to each other.))
Ravid blinks as someone casts a shadow behind her. She turns, recognizing the silhouette of Cauta's horns. "Ah, hi."
Ravid: ... ((BRITTA!))
Ravid changed name to Britta
Britta blinks as someone casts a shadow behind her. She turns, recognizing the silhouette of Cauta's horns. "Ah, hi."
Cauta: ((...XD))
Eschaton spots Cauta's dark figure as he searches through the undercity for her, waiting until she ends her conversation and moves away before closing in. "Sorry about earlier, that seer was..." He stops midsentence as he sees a familiar form. "Oh, fancy meeting you here Britta."
Britta: "Yeah... fancy that..." Britta grins uneasily before turning her attention to the store.
Cauta pauses slightly, recognizing the woman after a moment's thought. "Hello." She mutters. "Don't worry about it, Eschaton."
DM: Alright.. You see these signs - "Imported Magical Trinkets" - "Exotic Clothing, and MORE!" - "Stick's Stones!"
DM: "Petty's Chop" - "Wilds" - "Tinks Bottled Goods!"
DM: ((That is all..)
Britta can't read, and glares at any signs she encounters.
Cauta: ((heheh.))
DM: (( Anyone want to ask someone something, or look for something, or anything?))
DM: (( Or all three you just watching Britta stare at signs xD))
Cauta: ((I want to punch this game...gimme a minute...))
DM: (o,O)

Britta looks around for a shop attendant.
DM: (It's nothing but hallways at the moment!)
Britta: ...
Eschaton rubs at his temples slowly. "Cauta, I... I need to ask a favor of you tonight, when we're in a more private space."
DM: (Smell checks!)
Britta sighs loudly, then starts walking down the hallway, mumbling something about hating her lacking education.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM: (That sounded sexual Eschaton xD)
Britta: ((17))
Britta: ((Yeah, totally))
DM: (Which hallway you going down Britta?)
Eschaton:
Britta: ((The leftmost. Britta's rule - if in doubt, generally take the left corridor.))
Cauta raises an eyebrow, but nods. "Sure." She watches Britta for a moment before calling after her. "You even know where you're going?"
DM: (You know I'll hit this round early and you can talk with Britta for a moment maybe figure out where your going Britta)
Eschaton:
Britta: "No, I don't," Britta snaps and turns around to face Cauta and Esch. "I can't bloody read!"
Cauta blinks once. "That's not entirely uncommon. You're aware you can just ask? I am capable to speak it to you."
Eschaton:
Eschaton winces slightly, then looks up at Britta, pointing in the direction of each hallway as he reads the signs out loud. "Imported magical trinkets over there, exotic clothing down that one, something called Stick's Stones through that one, bottled goods that way... What are you looking for?>
Eschaton: "
Britta looks embarrassed and frustrated, yet decidedly stubborn. She stands there awkwardly for a moment, listening to Esch, then drops her gaze to the floor. "It... I don't really know. I did something stupid and Richtor had to stay and work longer, and uhm... I uh... I want to get him something to apologize." She then pointed at her chin. "He uhm... he... lost his beard. He might blame me for it too for not killing something sooner..."
Britta: "Or rather... just a bit of it, but... yeah."
Cauta deadpans. "Did you consider giving him a monster to smash? It seems to be something he enjoys."
Britta: "I... he ended up all bloody and I had to kill it for him. I was blind as a bat too when I managed it, so I don't think he's too impressed."
Cauta shakes her head, but looks to the shops. "Clothing is a no go. Why not trying something that can help him fight? Bottled goods might have something."
Britta nods, then glances at the corridor that Eschaton mentioned was Bottled Goods. "Yeah, I might... go have a look about. You two coming or are you going somewhere else?" She starts moving towards the bottled goods hall.
Eschaton nods. "Potions are always handy... perhaps a hair tonic?"
DM: (SO everyone smells all sorts of fruity things, and tons of strange nameless ones. As you walk down the hallway you see this one ends pretty fast, and has a doors that opens bothways for easy. Also the walls are stained black, and look thick? )
Cauta shakes her head. "I'm in the mood to spoil myself. I'm off to exotic clothing."
DM: (Vex stop reading my mind!)
DM: (Ahh damn you guys, making me rp two rooms and npcs at the same time!)
Britta: ((XD!!!))
Britta: ((XD!!!))
Eschaton:
DM: (No no, it's cool Eschaton)
Britta hesitates, then makes a sound much like a whimper. "I'll... come with you, I think. I'll grab something like a potion on the way out."
Eschaton sighs and leans against a wall in the multi-corridor hub to wait, not wanting to follow and be accused of perving.
DM: (Alright this hallway on the otherhand looks very nice and the walls seems to covered with pinned up furs, and fine silks. The entryway is nothing more then a cover of a pelt also, and is smooth and soft when you pass threw it. There is also about seven others inside.)
Cauta: ((Moment.))
DM: (Eschaton it's a shop, not a changing room but suit yourself!)
Eschaton:
Britta: ((Brb, just gonna stretch my legs))
Cauta: ((...okay, so we've lost me.))
DM: (Everyone keeps changing there mind! Alright so Britta and Cauta are going to Clothing store.. )
DM: Alright this hallway on the otherhand looks very nice and the walls seems to covered with pinned up furs, and fine silks. The entryway is nothing more then a cover of a pelt also, and is smooth and soft when you pass threw it. There is also about seven others inside.
Cauta: ((Alright. So that description is for the clothing shop.))
Britta: ((Back))
DM: (( The hallway yes..))
Cauta: ((So...wait. The shop is in the hallway...or we're headed to it?))
DM: Your eyes are meet with all sorts of wonderful clothing, is all different colors and odd designs. You can see several of the people already inside are mostly trying on teh many different cloaks, ranging from furs, silks, and other unknown materials. There is also a somewhat perky younger girls handing out different outfits, and cloaks trying to make a sale badly. She is human also, with short blonde hair, and leather fitting shorts and fluffy top.
DM: (Headed to it.. like you have to still walk down another hallway to get to the shops door.)
Cauta: ((Alright. I'm done with gaming for now.))
Cauta: ((You people need to be slower when I'm multitasking.))
Britta seems to be looking at the sales attendant's clothing with some curiosity. She turns to Cauta and offers a slight grin before muttering: "Don't see shorts much around here, y'know... we didn't even have them back home."
DM: Several racks also can be seen draping other more.. exotic clothing and cloaks. What are you inspecting?)
Britta: "Well, not unless..." Britta grins. "Y'know, the kinkier stuff." Britta moves in amongst the racks, fingers brushing over cloaks.
Cauta spares a glance at Britta. "Charming..." She turns her attention towards the more exotic fabrics and clothes, moving to inspect them.
Cauta: ((Hrm...Alduske?))
Britta is browsing for the sake of browsing at the moment. As she idly looks through the cloaks, she occasionally glances over at Cauta, wondering about the tiefling.
Britta: (Alduske?)
Cauta: ((Debating names for Cauta's home city.))
DM: (Give me a Charisma check!)
Britta: ((Which of us?))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta: ((Alduske sounds nice.))
DM: Both
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Cauta: ((>.>))
Britta: ((CRAZY))
Cauta: ((No modifier for mine, sooo...))
Britta: ((Same))
Britta: ((Oh, wait...))
Britta: ((No, I have a mod of +1 = 20))
DM: Britta you sudden hear a voice coming from next to you, as you see the store girl look you up and down before speak- "Oh wow girl.. you really have that figure.. Is there something I can help ya with? Maybe something to help with that stronger upper body? Hehe.." -You can guess she is talking about your breast might I add, she moves closer getting a better view-
Cauta: ((...suddenly glad Cauta failed. XD))
Britta: ((... suddenly wishing I hadn't.))
Britta: ((Though, seriously... some store attendants... especially the people that deal in the bra department... be afraid of them. They just grab at your chest all the time. "NO WAY you're that size!"))
DM: Cauta you start to notice something strange about the cloaks you looking at. They seem.. warm. Also some that catch your eyes at first is a green ugly blotchy one, with bumps on it, a pure white one with feathers along the neck, a smooth leathery dull grey with and the hood edge fill with large teeth. To name a few. Get ya more as you make Spot checks.
Britta looks suddenly very uncomfortable, folding her arms across her chest as best as she can. "I uh... I'm just browsing. Thanks."
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((10.))
Cauta looks at the cloaks, raising an eyebrow at their...curious designs. "Who...would wear these..?" She murmurs, moving along the rack.
DM: "Oh hush, your looking for something.. Pretty girls down just walk in here browsing without a reason.. Maybe you needs something to keep them up, you are rather.." -she pauses for a moment chewing on her finger- "Blessed.. And that redhair.. What about something like this?" -she pulls out a rather small cape almost that crosses under your arms also, attaching to shoulders. It looks rather terrible, and too small.
Britta hesitates, her mouth starting to fall open. "Your... brother sent me. I... don't think you sell what I'm looking for, so.. yeah, I'm just browsing." She tries to add in a bit of intimidation in the hopes that the girl will leave her alone.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Britta: ((I know that will be below a 10 with the mod))
Cauta: ((Someone...is envious. Of course she didn't go to Cauta. Cauta is notably not stacked.))
Britta: ((XD!))
DM: Cauta as you test the fabrics you can't help but now notice they are warm to the touch, and seem very much.. alive. You spot a few more a darker shade of brown with a thick fur coat, another with a plain black leather and the hood coming up and ending with gold tassels that dangle a few inches from over the shoulders
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta: ((>_>))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((I'm debating in my head if that black one is tacky or cool...))
Britta: ((I'M SCARED! WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!?))
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: Oh Ditsy doo ain't going no where! She actually is even more interested in you now it seems.- "Oh really, Jeff sent this way! Why didn't you say so! Come here.. come here girl." -She moves to your otherside, pulling out another Cloak, this one made from what looks like a polarbears fur but shaven down to a thin coat. It also has wide large hood and the inside is layered with red satin. It looks amazing but you can also tell it looks pricey
Cauta tilts her head at the black cloak, before giving it a shake. "No..."
DM: She also tips her hand to her hips with a sly grin- "Large enough for two to keep warm also.." -about that time she pulls a strap you didn't notice from before and it folds out from the sides a bit more.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
DM: Cauta the prices from here out just seem to get more and more stupid.
Cauta: ((...26))
Britta looks at the cloak for a long moment. Something has obviously 'cracked' inside her brain, her tastes satisfied with the white cloak. She looks it up and down, her tongue briefly pressing against her upper lip before she shakes her head. "I bet that's over ten gold, I can't do that right now."
DM: You do find a dark red leather cloak that seems narrow, and pulls in slender like the farther it meets you waist line. Forcing it keep it's hourglass shape. It's hood lacks any finer details but seems to be deattachable with two small silver buttons. Also a comes with two inside pockets!
DM: Ditsy Doo because no one has asked her name! - "It's one of her higher selling items in Hightown, but it can be too warm.. It cost 30 gold.. but I could maybe let it go for 26 gold.. You know you'll look sexy in this little thing cover the real surprise.."
Cauta: ((Ikitt...you're rather adament on making sexy times, aren't you?))
DM: ()Cauta if your looking for something.. I'm not naming off, you tell me your looking for 'blank' xD
Cauta: ((Hrm. I dunno...I'm still trying to figure out her sense of style...))
Britta hesitates, touches the cloak with one hand, then shakes her head. "I still can't do that, and... honestly, it'd just end up ruined. Do you... set items aside to be paid off slowly?" she asks.
DM: (Dude I'm trying to make a selling pitch, I need that coin. Otherwise Ditsy doo aint going to get out of school!)
DM: (Phhss... Britta try making some skill checks)
Britta: ...
Britta: ((Sense Motive.))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: Cauta also finds some interesting white dresses, and other filly clothes
Cauta: ((Kate, you're female. Help me with clothing styles.))
DM: (Umm.. you sense she really wants to sell this cloak.. and isn't going to let you make payments.)
Britta: ((My styles aren't Cauta's, I don't think. ))
Cauta: ((I'm not asking for YOUR style. I'm a dude who can design stuff for chicks, I'm just asking for some help!))
Britta licks her lips and eyes the cloak for a little while, then shakes her head again. "No, I'm sorry. I don't have the coin for it at the moment, or the lifestyle where it won't be covered in mud and guts by the end of the day."
Britta: ((What are you asking then?))
Cauta: ((...for help?))
Britta: ((With what? XD))
Cauta: ((Also realized something...Cauta can't buy regular clothes...))
Britta: ((Tail))
Cauta: ((With clothes! Just ideas!))
DM: Ditsy Doo frowns a bit huffing- "Well you told me big brother sent ya.. What about 24 gold crowns.. Just look at, feel this!" -she rubs the back end on ya arm, then pauses giving you a confuses look- "Guts? Like.. ehh.. You made want to go look in the mens department then.. But you may have some trouble finding the right size."
Cauta: ((And horns.))
Cauta: ((Shirts probably don't agree with big black horns.))
Britta: ((Button ups))
DM: ( xD You two are acting just like girls.. NOTHING LOOKS GOOD ON ME >,<
Eschaton: Eschaton: >
Cauta: ((...it's not about the hat. It's about not being able to wear pull down's.))
Britta stops, hesitating once more. She presses her lips tightly together for a moment. "I... twenty gold. It's the best I can do."
Britta: ((Button up shirts and dresses.))
Cauta: ((Well, she could...probably just need to spend an extra couple moments getting dressed. XD))
Cauta: ((ANYWAY. Clothing ideas. I need.))
Eschaton:
Britta: ((What have you currently got equipped?))
DM: Ditsy Doo is finally happy- "22 and ya got a deal!"
Cauta: ((She could pull it forward over the horns, get the horns through the hole then pull it down. Just a pain I bank.))
Cauta: ((...way to put me on the spot, Kate. >.>))
Britta nods. "Yes, fine, deal then." She reaches into her coin purse and starts fishing through it, counting out the appropriate amount. "Here."
Cauta: ((Uh...))
Cauta: ((Hrm...))
DM: (Round time!)
Cauta: ((Obviously her cloak...))
Britta: ((okay. Ditsy Doo has made a sale!))
Cauta: ((Her leather armour...))
Cauta: ((Probably a simple button up and light pants...and some shoes/boots.))
Britta: ((Personally, if I was in this world and I was wearing armor a lot, I'd go for comfortable, loose-fitting and easy-to-mend clothing to wear underneath/over the armor. It really depends what Cauta's going for - casual out-of-armor, formal out-of-armor, formal in-armor...))
Britta: ((My ribs still hurt...))
Cauta: ((Cauta is a formal woman.))
Cauta: ((She values her appearance.))
Britta: ((Formal in-armour, then?))
Cauta: ((Formal in and out, aye.))
Britta: ((Go overboard on the boots and cloak. They're rarely hit in battle.))
Britta: ((I figured out what I'd love to see Britta in for clothing wise, by-the-way...))
Cauta: ((http://hbdesign.deviantart.com/art/p113-...
Britta: ((Broken link.))
Cauta: ((Fucking brackets.))
Cauta: ((It's that image I linked yesterday.))
Cauta: ((And what's that for Britta?))
Britta: ((White or cream lace.))
Britta: ((Totally impractical))
Cauta: ((...))
Cauta: ((For dress up night?))
Cauta: http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/2...
DM: Cauta Int check!
Britta: ((Yeah, whenever that is. XD This is making me giggle: http://th03.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/20...
Cauta: ((Broken))
Eschaton:
Britta: ((I love that pic right there.))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Cauta: ((10.))
Cauta: ((Which pick, Kate?))
Britta: ((Yours))
Cauta: ((Ah, my Cauta noble mode inspiration.))
Cauta: ((We'll have Britta in lace, Cauta in her black epic dress/robe..thing))
Cauta: (( ))
Britta: ((Poor Britta... dolled up in my favorite tastes...))
Cauta: ((Heh.))
DM: Cauta you notice your starting to walk closer to the mens side of things. You start seeing scailmail cloaks, maybe even dragon hide or something rougher.
DM: Britta you make your trade and everything!
DM: Cauta hears a humming coming from behind her, it seems with Ditsy doo is staring at Cauta backside- "Hmm.. Got to say with the tail and all, it really makes your rear look bubbly.. You looking for something exotic huh? With a chest size like yours I'm sure we have tons of things." -she also smiles looking at where your hands seem to be- "Ohh.. your a high spending going in our live cloaks, they shop next door works with us to produce these. They are amazing for what they cost."
Britta takes the cloak and pulls off her pack to try the cloak on. She's impressed with its snugness and throws a glance over Cauta's way before taking the cloak off and carefully folding it before tucking it inside her pack. She pulls the pack back on.
Britta: ((Someone ask her name! Ditzy Doo is making me crack up!))
DM: (Britta you notice the cloak is actually rather heavy just a side note)
Cauta: ((...I'm sorry, did she just say Cauta's got a big butt?))
Britta: ((Bubbly = Cute.))
DM: (^^^ xD)
Cauta: ((A bubbly personality, aye. Cauta may have a toned nice ass from travel, but I would not use bubbly!))
DM: (Eschaton if you want a cool new cloak yes, you should come in)
Britta: ((I recommend never saying that to a woman if you're a man, though. ))
Britta takes to browsing the aisles again, hoping Ditzy Doo won't approach her again. She feels like she really shouldn't have bought the cloak, but... but the darn girl just knew how to get Britta interested. Dammit!
DM: http://static.fjcdn.com/pictures/Gods_9f... Had to share))
Eschaton looks down at his robes, shrugs, then slowly walks down the corridor that Cauta and Britta went into, stopping in surprise when he sees the area. "...goodness."
Cauta blinks once, turning slowly towards the woman. "...excuse me?" She raises an eyebrow for a moment, before looking back at the cloaks. Suppressing an urge to tell the woman off for her...unwelcome comments, Cauta clears her throat. "Live cloaks? As in...living?"
Cauta: ((Ikitt, you have a talent for ruining Cauta's mood whenever she happens to be happy.))
Cauta: ((Finds fish, terrible fortune. Gets compliments, call her flat and her ass bubbly.))
Britta: ((XD! Poor, poor Cauta...))
Cauta: ((Let her be happy for a bit for once! She deserves a little happiness!))
Eschaton:
Britta wonders to herself if the shop sells lace items. Not close-to-the-skin lace, just... lace in general. She's never worn lace and it intrigues her, so she goes looking for it.
DM: Ditsy Doo doesn't even stop at your comment Cauta, and instead pulls out the blotchy green one- "Yea.. Miss Cane next door is amazing at keeping these things going.. Just feel that, you can feel the skin crawl almost.. hehe" -she giggles a bit touching it her face- "Sadly this one will never be sold, not many enjoy wearing Trolls hide but it is handly I've been told.. Now this one!" -she pulls out the smooth grey one with shark teeth hanging from the hood- "Is our Sharks Boon.. it's great for helping others that can't swim that well..."
Cauta: ((Aaand he doesn't even care. XD))
DM: Eschaton you notice cauta being talked to by a very perky little girl, and can see a wide selection of skins, and hides. What are you looking for?)
DM: (I am not meaning too, Ditsy Doo was complmenting you Cauta.. and she even talked to you though your a tielfing.. She LOVES your tails xD)
Cauta: ((Weeelll, Ditsy has terrible wording choice. ))
DM: Britta as you scale closer to right side of the shop you find the dresses, and smoother pure silk night gowns and others thing like that. Even underwear that seem to small you think to really cover anything.
Cauta: ((Course, you can blame that on Cauta being...well, noble. >_>))
Eschaton: Eschaton: >
DM: (You guys are going to spend all night here in this one shop xD)
Cauta tilts her head in slight amazement at the woman. How did someone stay in business if they didn't listen to their customers? "And how exactly does the cloak do that? It's not exactly my..." She stops for a moment, as if considering her words. "... preferred style."
Britta likes the dresses and the silk night gowns, but... then she stares at the lingerie. Her face screws up and she tilts her head before shaking her head and blinking her eyes rapidly as if to clear her head of the images. "Ah... heh." She turns and walks the other way, put off.
DM: Eschaton you fine robes off in another section, ranging from thick burly robes made for wolf hides, bear, silk, spider web, and tons of others. I'm not sure what to tell ya, others do look to be made with several belt loops able to contain vials you think?
Eschaton: <...spider web robe? Like spider silk, or actual web?>
DM: (BOTH! I can't remember what it's called off the top of my head, but ya)
Britta is heading for the door. She glances at Cauta trapped by the saleswoman, hesitates a moment, then quickly escapes from the shop through the fur curtain. She heads for the other corridor that advertised bottle goods.
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((...it's a robe. It's useless regardless. XD))
Eschaton:
DM: Disty Doo- "All you have to do is wear'em.. some take awhile to grow accustomed too.. But they grow on ya, heh. Unless your looking for something else. I got leathers from all kinds.. and if your trying to keep that mysterious and dangerous girl look we got this here.." -this time it seems to be some sort of leather cloak stained darkly with red, the hood rising high in the front covering most of the chin. It also seems to sport many pockets
Cauta: ((Took a slight page from my picture, intentionally or not...))
Cauta: ((Part of me thinks the leather cloak. The other looks at Cauta's swim stat and worries...))
DM: Actually Eschaton it rather thin feeling, but sturdy you know it also slides very easily, they range from pure white, to dark grey also some even layering up the middle in small spider inprinted buttons all the way up to a strong collar with two straps folding over the left shoulder.
Britta: ((What's her swim stat?))
DM: Britta sry but I'm trying to finish them first so I can just do one room at a time.
Cauta: ((1))
Britta: ((That's okay. // Britta's is 3))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((And you know he's gonna get a bolt in the crotch. XD))
DM: (Make ya choices! Guys got plenty of other things to look for, also give me a search check)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta: ((...))
DM: (...damn you)
Cauta: ((Good night for Cauta.))
Cauta: ((XD))
Britta: ((Aww))
Britta: ((Wait, nothing, don't worry...))
Eschaton wanders over to the robe section inspecting the various designs on the rack. He stops on seeing a robe that seems to be covered in a hairline cracks like those seen in ice - touching it, he gasps softly to himself when he realizes it's not ice, but spider web. "Very interesting..."
Cauta: ((Roll, you buggers))
Eschaton:
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Eschaton: 13
Eschaton: >
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM: Cauta you kinda see something in the far back.. It looks like several insect seem to crawl in and out of what is a hood, with several small slits in it. That's is all.
Britta: ((24))
Cauta: ((...))
DM: Britta you found the potion shop on your own with the smell, and the black tar covering the wall.
Britta: ((... I have a sudden desire to check my cloak.))
Cauta: ((Well THAT warrants investigation.))
Britta heads into the potion shop.
DM: (Eschaton you just notice one of the cloak seem to have a half price discount tag on it xD)
Eschaton: Eschaton: I'm looking at?>
DM: (..sure)
Cauta looks at the dark red cloak for a moment, before spotting the hood in the back. She moves past the shopkeeper, quickly bee-lining towards the odd looking hood.
Eschaton:
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM: (Give me a will save Cauta)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Cauta: ((15))
DM: At the mere touch of it you feel your hand go stiff, and notice this one seems to be made from some ragged flesh, almost human like flesh.
Cauta: ((Why do I ALWAYS find the bad shit that needs will saves?!))
Cauta: ((XD))
Eschaton pulls the spiderweb robe off the rack to look at it from all sides, his face lighting up a bit when he notices a half-price tag on it. "Very nice..." He moves to find someone who works in the store so he can buy it.
Cauta blinks once, pulling her hand back quickly in alarm and trying to make the feeling come back. "The Hells is this thing?"
DM: Britta you find a young man sitting at the counter doing nothing.. also his shop doesn't seem to be selling well cause your the only one in it.- "Welcome, what can I do for you miss?"
Britta: "What's your price on health potions?" Britta asks. "Also, do you have any of those... uh... hair-growing... things? I can't remember what they're called."
DM: Ditsy Doo laughs a bit- "I'm not sure.. I think that was one of the older ones Miss Cane made for us.. Umm.. some hoool? Or.. g'hol flesh I can't remember?
DM: She then sees Eschaton looking for someone and darts over there quick to take his coin- "Oh yes, fine choice miss.. That would be 8 gold pieces with the discount."
Britta: ((Dinner. Be back in 15-20 mins))
Cauta pales slightly, although it's not really a visible reaction. "Ghoul skin? You'd sell this to someone?" She gets no response as the woman races off to help Eschaton with his purchase, leaving Cauta with the frankly disgusting looking cloak. "...this...this cannot be sane."
Eschaton lobs a brick at the DM, then fishes the eight pieces from his pack, handing them to the female before leaning over to whisper in her ear, "Wrong gender."
DM: Britta you see the man jump up and quickly spring to life- "Oh yes we got all kinda of potions, you trying to heal a small cut, bruise, broken leg.. They vary from 2-15 gold crowns.. and the hair growth ya ahah!" -he pulls out a tiny brown vial that smells something foul- "The hair treatment is 50 silver.. What else can I get ya?"
Cauta: ((So, I found a random-ass creepy cloak. Did you expect me to buy that..? >.>))
Eschaton joined the chat
DM: (( Not all nat 20 is finding things you like, just things that most wouldn't find))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((<_< )
Cauta: ((So, this thing seems to cause some sort of paralysis/bad reaction to contact...))
Cauta: ((Hrm. That...could almost be useful.))
DM: (Round)
Cauta: ((I'd just need gloves to utilize it...))
DM: (Dang you guys have yet to even see some of the other places may have to save them for later)
Cauta: ((Well, with three people shopping, it's a little ridiculous to move quickly, soo...))
Cauta: ((Should I really be considering the diabolical applications of a cloak that can potentially cause paralysis?))
Cauta: ((>.>))
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((My thoughts exactly. Cauta does have her darkside. ))
Cauta: ((Well...it could be useful defensively, but the risk of it touching your skin and forcing a will save..eh.))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Provided you keep it tucked away, not too much risk to yourself, just gotta wear long gloves when rummaging. But being able to paralyze somebody with mere fabric...very useful...))
Cauta: ((Only question is...does it stink? If so, Cauta won't buy it. XD))
DM: (Funny thing Ghoul do stink, well Ghast do so it does smell a tad nasty)
Cauta: ((...we need to find a way to make it smell normal. Course, am I mistaking the paralysis effect, Ikitt?))
Britta: "Fine. I'll take a 15 gold crown health potion and a hair treatment for the 5 gold." Britta seems a little moody that everything costs so much, and feels she's being ripped off, but... "No, wait... what's this stuff do?" Britta asks, pointing at the hair treatment.
DM: (Your understanding part of it, but you got the other-half.)
DM: (misunderstanding**)
Cauta: ((Hrm. I need some info on this frigging thing...))
Cauta: ((...or I can wait on the freaky ghoul cloak. I seriously doubt it's going anywhere. <.< )
Britta: ((I'm back. ^^^))
DM: Britta the man seems just joyful you want to buy something, you notice out of the corner of you eye you see several green vials, some blue ones also that are in long thin vials like the size of your pinky finger.- "You simply rub it into the hair roots, and it helps with the regrowning. Takes about.. 2-3 days I believe. Also you ever think about buying something stronger or need a specialty mixture let me know. I private jobs also."
Eschaton:
Britta pauses. She looks at the man for a minute, then leans casually against the counter. "Do you know a fellow named Gilladan?" she asks.
DM: Eschaton you cloak also has two larger buttons on the left should that it can hook to, for that side style of cloak. And the pockets seems almost unreal, you barely even notice your hands slip into them.
DM: The man raises a eyebrow- "Gill? As in the Gillidan family? Yes I know of them, why do you ask?"
Eschaton:
Britta: "B'aw, just wondering," Britta says. "Met him at the inn and something you said reminded me of him. Private jobs, specialty mixture... hey, do you know Gunther? Sorry to go on with this 'do you know this person' thing, but I'm curious. They seem mixed up in some similar stuff to your career."
Eschaton: Britta: ((Just strip.))
Cauta: ((Sorry, was distracted.))
Cauta: ((Sure, I'll SoL the...Ghast, was it Ikitt?))
DM: The man shrugs packing your large potion and things- "I know of Gill, he regularly buys from here, he also tends to help keep this place in business if it wasn't for his bulk orders." -about time you notice something behind him Britta. Six large glass containers with glowing inside them. Each a mist of a certain color and a red one clawing at the glass.
DM: (Yea GC)
DM: (Yea Eschaton)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Cauta: ((...plus 2...and 3.))
Cauta: ((15.))
Eschaton makes a beeline for the changing room to try on the spiderweb robe
Britta gazes past the man and eyes the container with the red mist clawing at the glass. "Uhm... what's... that?"
DM: (Cauta you know Ghast are kinda like Ghouls but normally smeller and can be found in some dark cave and tend to wear the flesh of others.)
DM: The man turns around laughing a bit- "Oh! Those would be out Essence Jars.. You simply break them in a certain area and will give them a physical body to aid you.. They only last for about 6-8 hour though depending before they vanish. Very useful.."
Britta frowns a little, then tilts her head. "What does the red one do?"
DM: Eschaton you fell amazing, like your not even wearing clothes thats how smooth this robe is. But you can't help feel kinda naked wearing it xD
Cauta: ((I...think I'll pass on the ghoul cloak...))
Cauta: ((...or should I?
Cauta: ((DAMMIT.))
Britta: ((it sounds gross and unsexy))
DM: He rubs his chin- "That would be a Fire Geist, you open the jar contents near a fire and it will take form.. Much like a creature from the elemental plane."
DM: (xD Oh Cauta your so hard to please yet funny as hell)
DM: Eschaton give me a awareness roll again))
Britta looks thoughtful for a moment, then shakes her head. "Ah... okay. So what does Gilladan get mass orders of?"
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta: ((Ppppfff))
Eschaton:
DM: "Heh that's a tad private.. but he order lots of things. So will that be all?"
DM: Eschaton you feel MAGIC! you think..)
Cauta: ((Frig.))
Eschaton: <¬_¬>
DM: ( Why do I feel everyone is unhappy, is there something I'm doing your not enjoying?)
Britta looks at the man for a few moments, then starts to grin. "No, not quite... you ever heard of a potion that makes you grow?"
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
Cauta thinks for a moment, as the feeling in her hand slowly returns. The cloak was...disgusting, to say the least, but it could prove useful in a tight situation. She'd just need to to do something about the smell...heaving a heavy sigh, she glances towards the shop-keeper. "Excuse me, how much for this thing?"
Cauta: ((I'm praying I can find something to change the smell.))
DM: ( You feel tingly all over you skin)
Cauta: ((Potion shop next...))
Britta: ((... Esch, you call ME a perv!?))
Cauta: ((XD))
Britta: ((NOOO! CAUTA! DON'T DO IT!!!))
DM: Britta the man stops thinking- "Hmm.. Yea I'm sure there are some Enlarge Potions out there, do you want me to order you some.. What are you looking for, a few inchs, or a couple of feet?"
Eschaton: <-SNRRRRT->

Cauta: ((Shush, Britta. Practicality must sometimes override the basics of pleasant sent.))
DM: Ditsy Doo come right over to you cauta- "Ummm....? I'm going to say 12 gold crowns, just so I can get rid of it heh.." -you notice alot of the living cloaks were around 50-60 gold prices
Britta: "More just curious about it," Britta said. "I drank something a while ago and I shot up two inches in height. I was wondering if it was reversable or if it wasn't permanent."
Cauta nods for a moment. "If I took that dark red leather cloak from earlier as well, how much for the both of them?"
DM: The man really doesn't Britta- "Umm that would depend on what you had. Without me able to sample the potion I can't tell you. Sorry.."
DM: ( >,< Which one Cauta? could ya repost it for me)
Cauta: ((-this time it seems to be some sort of leather cloak stained darkly with red, the hood rising high in the front covering most of the chin. It also seems to sport many pockets))
DM: Ditsy Doo- "Together that would closer to 25 crowns.."
Cauta: ((Hhhhrrrmmm))
Britta: "Ah, sorry, I don't have any on me either," Britta murmurs. "Never mind... two inches doesn't hurt, I guess." She pulls out 20 gold crowns for the price of the health potion and the hair treatment, handing the coins over. "Thanks."
Eschaton looks over the robe as he's wearing it, his skin tingling. "Eh... Maybe I'll wear it during meditation. Seems a bit too light for day-to-day..." He changed into his previous robe and places the web robe neatly in his pack.
DM: Eschaton give me another awareness))
Cauta: ((DIPLOMACY!))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta: ((...or do I do that after I've spoken..?))
Eschaton: <11 x.x>
DM: (You can do it now)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Cauta: ((wweeeelll balls.))
Cauta: ((9. XD))
Cauta: ((Had to pay for that twenty sometime.))
DM: Eschaton this time when you take it of you notice the larger spider style button on the top left seems to pullaway from the robe, with it's one thread coming from the button attached to the robe.
Eschaton:
DM: Ditsy Doo- "I'm sorry the price is already discounted on both item mis.. But I can throw in a coupon for next time!"
DM: Britta did you want to search the potion shop anymore?
Cauta thinks for a few moments, debating if it was worth trying to bargain further. With a sigh, she reaches for her coin purse. "25 for the both. Fair. You said the creator is next door? A Miss Cane? I'm hoping she can do something about the...smell."
DM: (And the button retracts to the robe also, like apull string.)
Britta: ((No, just in case I buy more stuff. Britta leaves NOW!))
Cauta: ((It's a batman style glide cape! XD))
Britta takes the package and places it in her pack, making special care to make sure that the bottles won't smash and ruin her nice new cloak.
DM: ((Also when you pull it you sudden feel magic for damn sure))
Britta: ((MY MONIES!!! NOOOO))
Cauta: ((I still has plenty. XD))
DM: Ditsy Doo just nods- "Yup Miss Cane she is a nice old lady.. Also Jr in Bottle goods could maybe give ya some perfume!"
Britta: ((Oh yeah, how much?))
Britta suddenly stops before she leaves the store. "Hey, uhm... do you sell... perfumes?"
DM: (For perfume? 1-5 silver and some even 1-2 gold)
Britta: ((You reminded me.))
DM: Jr tells you that ^^
Cauta hands her the coin, glancing wearily at the cloak for a moment. "On that note...I find myself in sudden need of gloves. Good gloves. Preferably dark and flexible."
Eschaton 's hand grazes something he didn't see before as he's putting it away, a button or clasp shaped like a spider. It startled him for a moment, it seemed so real. Touching it again sent another chill up his spine. He gives it a light pull, dropping the clasp as if it suddenly caught fire when he felt a surge of magic from it. "I... think I'll deal with that later." Closing his pack, he heads back out with his other robe and heads to find Cauta.
Britta licks her lips slowly, then glances around. "Can I take a look at some of the perfumes?" she asks.
DM: Ditsy Doo- "Umm we only have 'most' of our section here.. For the bigger store check out High Town.. But we do have some basic Leather glaves.." -she shows them all, there like 6 silver a pair
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Honestly, I view his typos as giving her a southern sorta drawl. Makes her even more silly. XD))
Britta: ((... Britta's more of a spender than I am! I hate shopping! She... truly is a monster!))
DM: Jr shows you to another section ranging from fruity smelling stuff, to bitter more stronger perfumes- "I don't have a great selection but these I make myself."
Eschaton:
DM: (xD Yea yea, thinks ya'll good to k'now that Cauta doesn't mind a bit of the sweeter styles of talking)
Britta browses through them. "I'm looking for something that's not too smelly but might mask other scents. Got anything like that...?"
DM: JR- "Well some of the cheaper ones help.. but they won't get rid of a smell. All of them mask really." -he points to silver costing one- "This is only a single silver crown.. it's not bad."
Britta carefully picks it up and takes a whiff of it.
DM: Eschaton you notice that the changing room door seems to stick to you hand.. also that your bag was sticky xD)
Cauta frowns. "I'll...take a pair." She hands over the coin, before quickly donning the gloves. She quickly takes the Ghast cloak and binds it tightly into a roll before stuffing it in a isolated portion of her pack. With that sorted, she eyes her new dark leather cloak. "...modifications for my horns." She mutters, feeling a small hole burning in her funds at this expensive outing.
DM: (Smells like Dragon Fruit Britta)
Eschaton: <...not gonna go there.>
Cauta: ((Poor Cauta. Everything needs to be modified and changed for her.))
Britta: (... what's that smell like? XD))
DM: (Umm.. kinda fruity I can't explain it really. It's a real thing!)
DM: (Eschaton is effect by spider climb, giving him a 10+ to climb check at the moment)
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Knew it.))
Cauta: ((He gets the more useful robe that actually looks good. XD))
Britta: ((It is? Peachy? Apricoty?))
Britta: ((Oooh, mango... okay!))
DM: (( I got things for everyone))
DM: (( If you get to them.))
Eschaton:
DM: (Ok next shop your going to guys?)
Britta: "All right, I'll take this one," Britta says. She takes one silver from her coin purse and offers it to JR in exchange for the Dragon Fruit Perfume.
Cauta: ((Cauta's gonna head for Miss Cane's shop.))
Britta: ((Can you remind us what there is?))
DM: (I forgot most of them, brb Round )
Eschaton opens the door, glancing back at it as he leaves. It wasn't sticky when he went in. He rests his arm on his pack, lifting it when he feels the same stickiness. He's puzzled for a moment, then groans to himself as he realizes what happened, resisting the temptation to facepalm.
Britta
[DM: Alright.. You see these signs - "Imported Magical Trinkets" - "Exotic Clothing, and MORE!" - "Stick's Stones!"
DM: "Petty's Chop" - "Wilds" - "Tinks Bottled Goods!"]
Eschaton: http://puu.sh/10Wk4 >
Cauta takes a moment to unclasp her old cloak, stuffing it away into her pack after removing Gill's white broach. Affixing the broach to her new one and fastening it around her shoulders. She'd have to just suffer through the stares and mutters with her hood down. She doubt she'd have the fortune of running into someone else as open minded as the Ravid man from earlier. Thanking the shopkeeper, Cauta turns and exits the store, thankful her pack was currently smothering the smell of the Ghast cloak.
Britta: ((That doesn't look real. XD))
Eschaton:
Britta: ((Mm, true... or bananas.))
Eschaton:
Britta: ((They look crazy!))
Cauta: ((Ravid made a good impression. I'm curious as to why Kate was so... adamant to bring him in though.))
Britta: ((I has my reasons.))
Cauta: ((Heh. I remember him though.))
Britta: ((Hm?))
Cauta: ((This is not the first time Ravid has been mentioned.))
Britta: ((No, it is not. ))
Cauta: ((Alduske, City of Spires.))
Cauta: ((Yay or nay?))
Britta: ((I rather like it. What's the picture for it gonna be?))
Cauta: ((Not using a specific picture. A blend of the big isolated city and that one with the massive tower you showed me. Very much in an 'idyllic' part of the country))
Britta: ((Gosh, the taste description of a dragon fruit on wiki... they say it's 'bland' like a kiwi fruit!? Are they nuts? Kiwi fruit is epically sour!))
Britta: ((heh, okay, nice! I can't remember which one that was, though... I looked at too many pictures of cities.))
Cauta: ((Sits at a cross roads, great sweeping vistas and beautiful mountains. Has a massive protective wall around it. And numerous massive glistening spires erupting from the thick of the city.))
Cauta: ((Tis a city where your hubris can be fed...provided you can afford it.))
Cauta: ((Alduske bleeds gold and drinks crimson.))
Britta: ((Was it this one? http://th01.deviantart.net/fs49/PRE/i/20... ))
Cauta: ((Yeah.))
Britta: (('Tis a sweet description!))
Britta: (( Take a look at this: http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/1... ))
Cauta: ((It's...a dark place. It hides it's fangs beneath layers of silk, silver and gold.))
Cauta: ((That's cool.))
DM: That last one is alot like this place actually.
Cauta: ((Could make for an 'interesting' market.))
Cauta: ((Huh.))
DM: (So where you heading again? )
Cauta: ((But, yeah. Alduske is Cauta's home city.))
Britta puts the perfume in with the package of health potion and hair growth potion. She leaves the store and heads up the stairs and across the bridge, out from the under ground/under water shops.
Cauta: ((Miss Cane's place.))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((I'm pretty much spent myself...))
DM: (Alright then poof away!)
Eschaton:
DM: Britta you can still look around if you want.)
DM: Cauta if you can get on early tomorrow you may have the chance to go to Stick's Stone weapon shop.)
Britta: ((http://kotorchix.deviantart.com/favourit...
Eschaton:
Britta: ((I'll keep looking around if you're up for it, Kitt. Goodnight guys!))
DM: Sure let me fix some food real quick.
Cauta: ((I just need one little thing for Alduske before I head off...))
DM: (Also I'll PM your items stats later )
Britta: ((Okay. Could you put weights as well?))
DM: (ehhh.. >,> I dont wan'a)
Cauta: ((Duke Stuintem.))
DM: (( No))
Britta: ((Aw, okay. What about the weight of Britta's cloak, at least? You said it was heavy.))
DM: Who is Duke, cause I already have that name planned xD
Cauta: ((You can frigging deal, it's my city. ))
Cauta: ((It's his title, not his name. XD))
Cauta: ((Sides. He's dead.))
Britta: ((I have a random aristocrat I made up. He has a silly name.))
Britta: ((Ser Dein Luqe))
DM: Duke is another characters name that might show up the day after.. maybe)
Cauta: ((Yeah, no, his name ain't Duke.))
Cauta: ((He's a Duke.))
Cauta: ((Or...was a duke.))
Cauta: ((Before the whole dead thing))
Britta puts the perfume in with the package of health potion and hair growth potion. She leaves the store and heads up the stairs and across the bridge, out from the under ground/under water shops.
Britta looks up at the sky, hoping to guess the time.
Cauta: ((Alright, I've got what I wanted, so I'mma head off to bed. More work on Alduske tomorrow.))
Britta: ((Goodnight!))
Cauta: ((Night))
DM: 4:30 pm
Britta looks thoughtful for a moment, then stands on the bridge for a moment, looking unsure.
DM: (Also you won't get anything amazing yet , but in the adventure there is a speical plot item for ya)
Britta: ((Yay!))
Britta: ((But I have a pretty cloak and pretty perfume, so I'm happy. )
DM: (( gain +1 AC))
Britta: ((... with the cloak?))
DM: its that tough
Britta: ((Neat!))
Britta: ((I have an AC of 18 now))
DM: weight is 14 lbs
DM: Also gives ya +4 for resisting weather effect of cold nature
Britta: ((Okay, cool!))
Britta looks for a corner where she can have a bit of privacy to have a look at her new stuff.
DM: (alright look away)
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DM: (What are you having to look at in privacy?)
Britta: ((20 for spot))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Britta: ((Perfume and cloak.))
DM: You see people about, there isn't really any hidey holes in this place. Considering most of the land is just islands of a sunken sity
DM: city*
Britta heads for the elevator, then, figuring she'll double back up to the next level.
DM: (10 silver otherwise you'll have to walk..)
Britta: ((... she'll walk.))
Britta suddenly remembers there was a price to pay for taking the elevator so decides to walk.
DM: (Corvis Riverside is a place for travelers to pass in and out of by river and things. It nickle and dimes everyone it can.)
DM: Considering this part is 70% merchants)
Britta: ((So how does she get back up?))
DM: (I thought you were going to keep buying stuff xD)
DM: (Walking threw old town or high town and taking the long ass stairs )
Britta: ((High town and the long ass stairs, then!))
Britta: ((... Kitty, I'm running outta money!!!))
DM: (Phhss.. how much ya got left?)
Britta: ((I'll PM ya))
DM: (You didn't even check out the weapon shop, or Wilds Survival Gear )
Britta: ((... there was a weapons' shop?))
Britta: ((PM sent))
DM: Stick's Stones there was other writing but no one told me they where reading upclose
Britta: ((... hmmm))
Britta suddenly remembers there was something about 'Stick's Stones' and wonders what it was. She hesitates in her steps away from the bridge and turns back around, going back down the stairs.
Britta: She glances about at the corridors, biting her lip and wishing she knew which one was Sticks Stones
DM: (This is a helpful tip from a pro D&D player.. tell me your looking at the people walking in and out of the hallways, noting which one seems to wield weapons.)
DM: (Or just ask someone.)
Britta: ((There are people?))
DM: There were in the Cloak store, just not in JR Potion shop he isnt tha tpopular>
DM: There is always people in towns, and shops just no one really notices.)
Britta pops her head back into the cloak store and taps the nearest person on the shoulder. "Excuse me, do you know which hall leads to Stick's Stones?"
DM: After you get directions to find your way to Stick's Stone, you see the hallway is rather warmer then the others so far. The door is made of solid steel and there inside likes a small armory. Ranging from chainmails, breastplates, and several weapon racks. As you come in you see the blacksmith is a race you haven't seen much of. He is taller and broad like a Orc but of blue skin, and quills for hair. There is also a female trollkin at the counter settling things away with there last customer.
DM: https://i818.photobucket.com/albums/zz107...
Britta moves on into the store, glancing about. Instantly, she is impressed by the vast arrangement of weaponry and armours. She almost looks a little overwhelmed, wishing she had found this place sooner.
Britta: ((okay, cool))
Britta starts browsing the weapon racks, not really sure what she wants, but figuring she could buy maybe one thing... just one..
DM: (Give ya a idea of the race, you actually may know of them. They mostly live in forest but have small towns, and can think and do things. Also they very popular for there dyes in clothes )
DM: Spot or Search your call
Britta: ((I'll do a spot check. Looking for a bastard sword or something similar.))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta: ((15))
DM: You find the area where the great swords are and see several large blades. Including some Hooked styles that stand out (a trollkin weapon style) The bastard blade they carry have many different kind of grips, and some don't look completely finished even. There is mastercrafted blades here, Cold Iron, Silver, but nothing enchanted that you can tell.
DM: Also the trollkin lady in the front seems to be done with that last sell. (Round)
Britta takes down a bastard sword similar to her own and grips the hilt with one hand, checking around her to make sure she won't hurt anyone or knock anything down, then flourishes the blade to see how it swings.
Britta: ((Okay))
DM: The female trollkin approaches you making to watch your moment carefully, you also notice seems very calm and yet strong at the same time.- "You fancy the bolder unkept blades hmm? ..Strong armed, but you lack the keen aim." -takes really all she says for the while, you also notice about 60% of the room filled with armors also. And the male trollkin is at work finishing a shield.
Britta glances at the trollkin, then balances the sword in her hands. "Lack the keen aim?" she quotes, not really sounded offended at all. "How do you figure?
Britta: "
Britta: ((Hey, I gotta go. Sorry! Bedtime))
Britta: ((I'll PM history out tomorrow.))
DM: ok cya

Session 5 (2nd September 2012)

DM cleared the room 14 seconds ago
DM: bleh
Cauta: Lucky.
Cauta: I almost started reading
Britta: It's in your Inbox anyhow.
DM: hit my round early, just pick up where we left off I guess?
Cauta: Well, where were we?
Britta: Check your PMs. First one should have where you left off.
Cauta: I had just left the shop
Britta: Britta is in the weapons shop, Stick's Stones.
Cauta: Hrm.
DM: I miss typed the title of that shop "Stick' & Stone's" sorry
DM: "Stick's & Stone's"
Cauta: Ikitt said to go to...the Wilds
DM: Or Stick's & Stone's so I only have to rp one room xD
DM: Britta takes down a bastard sword similar to her own and grips the hilt with one hand, checking around her to make sure she won't hurt anyone or knock anything down, then flourishes the blade to see how it swings. Britta: ((Okay)) DM: The female trollkin approaches you making to watch your moment carefully, you also notice seems very calm and yet strong at the same time.- "You fancy the bolder unkept blades hmm? ..Strong armed, but you lack the keen aim." -takes really all she says for the while, you also notice about 60% of the room filled with armors also. And the male trollkin is at work finishing a shield. Britta glances at the trollkin, then balances the sword in her hands. "Lack the keen aim?" she quotes, not really sounded offended at all. "How do you figure?
Britta: "
Cauta: ((Hrm.))
DM: The female Trollkin would backhand the blade in your hand to the side like it was just a stick, and a stoic look- "Your grip is took loose for a sword this heavy.. I would suggest something lighter if this isn't your favored hand.."
Cauta: ((Does Cauta need new weapons...))
Cauta: ((Does Cauta need new weapons...))
Britta holds up her right hand. "Favored," she murmurs. She's been holding the bastard sword in her left hand. "So a lighter blade... which would you suggest?
DM: She looks to the side naming off something- "We have many style of blade.." -You can see her holding her hand to each one, a clefted style, another jagged like a saw for bleeding, another with several gaps in the blade for catching weapons, and the famous Trollkin styled hook edge for tripping, and doubling as a pick for getting threw thick armors.
DM: (Britta you know your way around with most weapons, and they seem to have it all. Just no real enchanted things.)
DM: (( Cauta do feel free to go wherever you like, they are all open I can do two rooms at once))
Britta browses through the weapons, considering each before taking out a long, slightly curved sword that looks like a mix between a scimater and a bastard sword. She gives it a few swings with her left hand, adjusting her hand on the grip.
Cauta: ((Oh wait...Cauta needs some bolts...))
DM: Sticks would nod in approval cupping her hands behind her back- "That would be a Ogren styled blade from the far reaches of the north west.. The blade is made for chopping, with a weighted end like a axe without ridding the blade of it's reach.. Your look around 8 golden crowns for you." (Give me a sense motive check)
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Britta: ((12))
DM: (brb checking the med cabnet here for something usefull. Also you can tell she likes you.. your not sure why, but you think it's cause your girl)
Cauta takes a quick look at the signs, making a mental note to visit Miss Cane's shop before she leaves. After the last couple fights though, she needs to restock on bolts, and quickly heads through the door with a few emerging patrons carrying new looking weapons.
Britta looks at the blade for a little longer, then glances up at Sticks. "Seven golden crowns and I'll take it."
DM: Cauta you can see one or two people walking out from Stick's & Stone's carrying a large axe, but at the same time you see a few from the other hallways do same with other weapons.
Britta: ((I'm gonna do a knowledge check on the northwest. ))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Britta: ((that's it))
DM: She gladly sells ya the blade for seven crowns- "Well thank you, and please come back if your looking for something more to protect yourself. And may your blades never dull." -you also see Stone just look up while cooling some fresh steel and just give ya a nod
Cauta: ((...you're making this unnecessarily difficult.))
DM: (Northwest full of mountains but the west side is even to mountainous for your people, you have heard stories of ogres on the snow caps though. )
Richtor Barsten joined the chat
Richtor Barsten: <.<
Richtor Barsten: ((Does this mean I have to quit playing Darkness II?))
Cauta: ((No.))
DM: (No Cauta I'm stalling you out, cause Stick's & Stone's doesn't sell bolts or arrows. They have a partnership with Wilds for that, they makes the metal heads he finishes the arrows.)
Britta: ((You're still slaving away for Durgen and Henry!))
Richtor Barsten: ((Ah, if by slaving you mean failing horribly at fighting oversized cockroaches, then yes))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'mma go play Darkness II for a bit longer than))
Britta: ((yes... Britta was told of and sent away for being a terrible wife and dropping lanterns.))
DM: (Alright man enjoy!)
DM: Cauta does see several hunter looking chaps walk toward Wilds, and can over hear them talking about his new style of crossbow!
Britta thanks Sticks for the blade and sheathes it at her belt on the opposite side from her usual bastard sword.
Britta heads for the door and meets Cauta in the hallway. "You escaped her?" She's obviously talking about Ditzy Doo.
DMs joined the chat
DMs: (Ditsy Doo for best NPC so far? xD)
Britta: ((Ditsy/Ditzy Doo the best!))
Cauta glances at Britta. "Somewhat. 25 crowns, and two new cloaks." She touches the leather of her new dark red one, glancing towards the Wilds. "I have some shopping I still need to do though. You're all done?"
DMs: (Listen check if you wish to try to over hear more )
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Britta shrugs. "I should be, otherwise I'm going to be broke. Still, might as well kill some time... I'll come with."
Cauta: ((...))
Britta: ((Swweeeet roll. You know you're gonna die today.))
Cauta: ((I am not going in any dungeons now.))
Britta: ((Wise, wise...))
DMs: Alright Cauta you heard it all! "Yea I heard Duke the Famous Monster Hunters brother makes all his equipment.." "The one that owns 'Wilds' and recently came out with a easy to fill crossbow that can 'load' poison vials, and self coat the bolt themselfs. Only thing is I bet he is charging a arm and leg."
Cauta: ((...muddafucker.))
DMs: (( ..is that a good muddafucker or bad muddafucker?))
Cauta blinks, her ears perking up at the mention of the crossbow at the Wilds. She wasn't much of a weapon woman but that sounds... "If you're coming, be quick about it." She quickly says to Britta, immediately bee-lining towards the Wilds.
Britta: ((quick brb))
Britta: ((Ah, wait...)
Britta follows along after Cauta, then makes a face. "Does something stink?"
Britta: ((brb now!))
DMs: (Quick question, when you read my post who do you think Duke is?)
Cauta: ((Well, the lack of commas makes it difficult to decipher...))
Cauta: ((I'd assume...the brother.))
DMs: (Yea like I said, I'm sorry told ya I'm not feeling great so.. )
Britta: ((Back))
Cauta: ((Welp, I need to depart my friend's house.))
Britta: ((I think Duke is a Famous Monster Hunter.))
DMs: (ok? And yea it was mean't to be Duke is the Famous Monster Hunter, and the shop keeper is his brother)
Britta: ((Are you coming back online?))
Cauta: ((I will be, yeah.))
Britta: ((Okay, catch you then!))
Cauta: ((It'll just be a bit while I walk home.))
Cauta: ((I ain't leaving right this second though.))
DMs: I'm going to try rush this next part even though I don't want too, this one of my favorite shops. a.k.a It's based on two characters I made once.)
Cauta: ((We don't gotta.))
Britta: ((Yeah, don't rush.))
DMs: Well this hallway is shorter then the rest and seem to be littered with stuffed animal heads along the walls. The wooden door open easily and inside is close to the same, but more then just animals on the walls. You can make out the skulls of trolls, dragons maybe, stuffed giant boar with six eyes to name a few. The shop wares are full of bear traps, spike sets, wire line, hooks, nets, and chains. The other side seems to be more about bows, arrows, bolts, repeater crossbows, and semi-mechincal fold out hand crossbows. It's all very cool.. The shop keeper is a younger man with stubble and a long brown hair ponytail pulled back.
DMs: (It's coolo)
Britta is instantly drawn to the masterful workmanship of the stuffed animals. She seems very at home among the dead, stuffed animals with glassy eyes, and moves about the shop, admiring the handiwork.
DMs: Behind the counter you can see lined up is several boxes of vials contain poisons, musk, scent base traps. Also a shelf to the side has several carved bones in the shape of trinkets and other odd ends
Cauta looks about the store as she enters, eyes quickly taking the inventory and stock. They certainly had quite the selection. After a moment, she approaches the counter, slowly and cautiously, knowing she didn't have the hood of her cloak to obscure her features. "Excuse me..?"
DMs: Jackal seems to have no issue looking you straight in the eyes Cauta, you can tell this man isn't afraid of much and is rather well lived outside this city before.- "Ya, wat'cha looking for sweet thing? We got the best monster hunter stock around."
Cauta: ((Duke and Jackal. Heh.))
DMs: (What? Not good names?)
DMs: (Britta you just browsing again?)
Britta: ((Mm-hm, and thinking about home, as usual.))
DMs: (Give me a search then you may find something interesting)
Cauta nods, looking towards the crossbows. "I overheard you've got a new kind of crossbow...I was wondering what it was like?" She flicks her gaze towards Britta, glad the woman wasn't hovering near. "Or was that a rumour made by nattering hunters?"
Cauta: ((No, fine names.))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta: ((no mod))
DMs: Jackal seems to grin something wicked before turning around to disappear in a back room, you can still hear him talking- "Ahh! Ya ya, good to know those chaps are spreading word.. I think I only have two in stock though.. Where da heck is that damn blasted thing?!" -he finally returns holding a rather mean looking crossbow, it also look kinda small for his hands might I add.- "Ya this baby is my new sweet heart.. I call the Viper, simple name but I couldn't think of anything else that fit her. She here you can open this apartment here at the head where is, and enter one a vial of your choice. Might I add made by our good co partner JR next door. Then with the screw style drip system it'll slowly leak out for a min or two depending on how thick the liquid is. Only thing is you got to remember to push teh vial in ahead of time to break this wax seal.. clean her every week and it should be good.."
DMs: The Crossbow itself is style at the exit point of the bolt in a snake flaring his fangs, and the head being made into a ironsight also.
DMs: (I got to do a round brb)
Cauta: ((Mmkay.))
DMs: (also didn"t check that for errors so ya )
Cauta nods, looking at the crossbow with slightly widened eyes. The Viper did look like a rather...effective weapon. "How does it load? Repeating? Lever crank?" She didn't reach to touch it, keeping her hands spread smoothly on the counter top, knowing he might not appreciate someone touching his 'sweetheart'.
Richtor Barsten: ((Still going I see))
Britta: ((Soon!))
Cauta: ((Look at the crossbow I might buy. >.>))
Britta: ((Maybe you could start trying to find us or something?))
Britta: ((Also, Britta is getting Richtor a gift. Be happy.))
Cauta: ((And every shopkeeper has thought that meant sex.))
Cauta: ((XD))
Cauta: ((Corvis is a dirty city, in more than one way, it seems. XD))
Britta: ((Am I too young for this joke, or did I just not get it? XD))
Cauta: ((...which one?))
Britta: ((... there were more than one!? I think I'm just not getting it. XD Sorry! Brain missing moment.))
Britta: ((... wait, I finally got it.))
Cauta: ((Just the dirty city. ))
Britta: ((*facepalms*))
Britta: .
Richtor Barsten: ((...I just beat it...and I downloaded it today >.>))
Cauta: ((<.< )
DMs: Jackal nods holding it down showing you level crank off the side- "Yup classic lever crank on this one baby, the repeating system takes up too much room sadly it's the reason Duke still uses the older style. So what ya thinking about loading her with? We got instant stiffers, jaw droppers, dead man's leg, and a couple other toxins from some monsters venom sacks. We get a fresh supplies every week or so. Oh you want to hold her? Give it a shot!"
DMs: Meanwhile he keeps naming off different kind of bolts ranging from whistlers arrows, silver bolts, to name a few you catch. Britta where you looking again?
Cauta: ((Alright, gimme some specs. This crossbow fairly light? Twohander?))
DMs: (Twohander long slender shaven down for weight, made from walnut lumber.. that's all you can tell)
DMs: (Richtor was it worth downloading?)
Richtor Barsten: ((It was definitely fun, really satisfying combat >.>))
Britta is looking at the masterful craftsmanship of the stuff animal heads and stuff.
Richtor Barsten: ((course any game where you can split a guy in two b his legs and get points called "Wishbone" on it automatically make me giddy >.>))
Cauta takes the crossbow gingerly, noticing that it's actually surprisingly light, seemingly carved out of...walnut lumber? She thumbed the lever crank for a moment, before glancing up at Jackal. "I've just been using basic bolts so far, I'm fairly new to the crossbow myself." She eyes the poison 'slot'. "I'm a novice in poison crafting though..I could possibly cook something up."
DMs: Jackal- "You looking at dropping atleast 40 golden crowns on her, and a I'll throw in a six pack of some Simple Dread poison for ya free."
DMs: (shit brb)
Britta: ((That's like saying you need to shoot to the loo. ))
Cauta: ((Thaaaatt's a lot.))
DMs: (Britta take over for a moment I got something that just popped up brb 10 or 14 I hope)
Cauta: ((Well, I'm just gonna pack up and head home then. ))
Cauta: ((Be back in a bit.))
Britta: ((Yeah... okay. Catch you guys later.))
Britta: ((Richtor, you there?))
Britta: ((brb))
Richtor Barsten: ((Yeah I'm back))
DMs: (Ok I'm back sorry boss man walked in)
Richtor Barsten: ((Was playing darkness multiplayer...which is way too much fun for something that basically just has you running and gunning >.>))
DMs: (( So.. unreal?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Hm?))
Britta: ((Back))
Britta: ((Should we start trying to mold the team back together soon?))
Richtor Barsten: ((FROM OUTER SPACE!))
Britta: ((Ahh... the kitchen, actually. But close enough.))
Richtor Barsten: ((You missed the song reference!))
Britta: ((Agh, sorry! Which one was it? XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((...I don't actually know the title of the song >.>))
Richtor Barsten: ((All I know is that it goes like that >.>))
Britta: ((Buzz Lightyear song. That can be it.))
Britta: ((Or wait... "I will Survive"?))
Richtor Barsten: ((There you go!))
Britta: ((Sung by Frank. That's the only one I can hear at the moment...))
Britta: ((brb))
Britta: ((back))
Cauta: ((Cauta's back.))
Britta: ((Wooo!)
Britta: ((Kitt! Don't leave me in charge! Everyone runs away!))
Cauta: ((And I may have devised a way to save me some gold.))
Britta: ((Pray tell?))
Cauta: ((Trade in my old crossbow, plus the promise of pointing anyone who asks about the Viper towards the Wilds since Cauta's going to be travelling. >_>))
DMs: (sorry boss left his coat here >,>)
Cauta: ((S'fine.))
Richtor Barsten: ((So what we doin?))
Cauta: ((Not responding to messages on Skype.))
Cauta: ((>_>))
DMs: (I think Cauta was about to hand me over some coins, and I'm going to rush everyone to meet at the chrush )
Cauta: ((DIPLOMACY FIRST FOR MY AWESOME DEAL))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Britta: ((Sounds good.))
Cauta: ((15. Not bad.))
Britta has no real desire to buy anything, but she does eye the fish nets on the wall for a little bit.
Britta goes and waits by the front door for Cauta so they can leave.
DMs: Jackal breaths deep threw his teeth, making a hissing noise- "Ehh I'm already throwing a free case of simple poisons for ya girl.. But ya got a pretty face, and I do have a weakness for rare things.. 35 is the lowest I can go for this master crated tool."
Britta: ((Did you get the PMs of history, quaker?))
DMs: Richtor you get a free workout today, and make some new frees if you ever want some work or have questions the dwarf miners are there to give ya spot. Also you foundout the hammers are made by the older dwarf Durgen.
Cauta nods quickly. "Deal." She wastes no time setting out the coins, and handing over her old crossbow to Jackal, already smiling as she takes the Viper.
Cauta: ((NOOOOO! I've burned through my first hundred!))
DMs: Britta you do notice some funny looking vials, there small and bright yellow with what looks like a cats eye for a stopper icon on top of it. It reads something but you don't know what!
Richtor Barsten thinks it's time to catch back up to Snitchgit and get on with the original job
Richtor Barsten starts wandering towards the rendevous
Britta looks at the vials for a little while and makes a face, glancing over at Cauta. "Hey, we should be on the road. Got everything?"
DMs: (DM is about to hit the fast forward button, anyone have a problem with that!)
Britta: ((I don't. What's happening to Esch, though?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Nope))
Cauta: ((Cauta's got her crossbow and poisons...so I'm good.))
DMs: (...not sure.. Text him, and the other day he said he would be here)
Britta: ((Never mind then. He can be the zombie-fied elf for a while then.))
DMs: (We're going to go on without him, it seems the seerer really spooked him or Cauta missed a payment)
Britta: ((Let's go!))
Cauta: ((CAUTA NEVER MISSES A PAYMENT.))
Cauta: ((Quaker, what are you doing aside from this, anyway?))
DMs: Alright you start noticing it's getting darker out at night you all seem to find Git climbing out some hole in the ground of a place taking his time to get everyone. Now your walking to the church in Old Town, you also need to give spot checks. And anyquestions you might have speak now.)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Cauta: ((16))
Richtor Barsten: ((Not really much of anything, browsing deviant art and half tempted to play games between rolls))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Richtor Barsten: ((3...this is going to be a good night.))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta: ((THEN COME ON THE BOX))
Britta: ((14))
Cauta: ((And we can complain about things!))
Richtor Barsten: ((<.<, but I don't want to move the comp!))
DMs: (Richtor never makes a awareness roll, it's like his roll are directly related to how much he paying attention to the game xD)
Cauta: ((It's a frigging laptop you lazy bastard!))
Richtor Barsten: ((It's a laptop god! So shush you!))
Cauta: ((Shut up Mister Can't Roll!))
Cauta: ((XD))
Britta looks about for Richtor. Her bag is hanging off one shoulder, one hand idly resting on top of the pack as if prepared to open it.
Richtor Barsten: ((Hey, one of us has to fail...it just so happens to be me 90% of the time.))
Richtor Barsten: "Bloody bugs and their damn queen...Coulda killed them...hammer too small."
Britta: ((We rock at shopping. We roll 20s and high numbers all the time... fighters... we make better chicks.))
DMs: Also everyone knows where you are right? You are in the cliff, underground kinda in Old Town the shit hole that is full of hobos and poor peoples.
Richtor Barsten: ((Yep))
Britta grins a little at Richtor. "Hey... here." She hands him a small paper package. It feels like two bottles are inside. "Sorry for dropping the lantern and making you have to work more..."
Cauta walks slightly ahead of the others, alongside Snitchgit, looking over the Viper with the fascination of a child that just got a new toy. Every so often she spares a glance to the people about her, before returning back to the crossbow. "Say, Snitchgit...how exactly are you so influential around here? I've noticed you seem to hold some sway..."
Richtor Barsten looks confused and opens the package...
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm assuming liquor right?))
Cauta: ((Was so tempted to shout "It's a dick in a box."))
Britta: "One's for healing that pride of yours, the other's for the uh... chin hair." She smirks at him a moment before shouldering her pack again and resting her hand against her coin purse. Inside the package is one health potion (worth 10 gp) and one hair growth treatment potion (5 gp).
Britta: ((Tisk tisk... Cauta!))
Cauta: ((No, that's GC.))
Britta: ((TISK TISK GC!))
Richtor Barsten: "I'd appreciate something that got me hammered, but the thought is much appreciated!"
Cauta: ((I CARE NOT FOR YOUR TISKS!))
Richtor Barsten applies the hair growth potion to his chin
Cauta: ((Takes a bit.))
Britta: "Yeah well... I can owe you a drink too. The guy said that potion there might take two or three days to work, but it should speed things up."
Richtor Barsten: "Much appreciated"
Britta grins and then turns her attention forward to Cauta and Snitchgit and whatever they're talking about.
DMs: Ahead of you can notice there isn't any guard, infact you haven't seen one in a long time. Git is leading you toward a small building, with little visible signs of being a 'church' and the two wooden doors seem to be chained and locked.- "People here need coin to feed there families, not many are willing to give these people jobs shady or not. Also I try my best to keep my paws in everyone pocket if I can. The big thing is if there is a need on the market, I'm the best at finding a way to fill that need.. Now who hell locked this? Erwin better be here.." -Git hisses
Cauta chuckles lightly. "A business man. Never saw that coming." She looks towards the doors, tilting her head slightly. "If they aren't around, I might be able to pick it." She pauses. "Provided I am not going to see an jail time for it."
DMs: Git looks around like your talking about ghost- "I doubt anyone would mind.." (Go for it Cauta your first lock pick!)
Britta leans against the church's wall next to the doors. She is fingering the hilt of her new sword as if trying to get comfortable with it being on her hip.
DMs: Richtor you just remember you came pass this way earlier so it looks kinda familiar to you. Nothing else.
Richtor Barsten: ((Good))
Richtor Barsten: ((*Goody))
DMs: (everyone but Cauta give me listen checks!)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Richtor Barsten: ((7))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Britta: ((19))
Cauta nods, pulling her thieves tools out of her pack. "Alright. Give me a moment..."
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
DMs: You two can clearly hear the sound of stuff being moved around, just around the corner.. Britta even hears chittering!
Cauta: ((14.))
DMs: (Try one more time.)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Cauta: ((Weeeelll balls. That 20 always comes back. XD))
DMs: It's being a stubborn lock, sorry. You can try one more time! Seems kinda rusted even.
Britta glances at Cauta. "May want to hurry it up or get ready to hide your stuff. Someone's around." She peeks around the corner of the church.
Cauta mutters a swear.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
DMs: Don't really see anyone, just the noises and darkness.
Cauta: ((...seriously?))
Richtor Barsten: "Bring it on! I feel like hurting something!"
Cauta: ((I'm laughing. XD))
Britta: ((*Snorts!*))
DMs: (xD Cauta I'm sorry but you just broke a lockpick, and can't get it out..)
Cauta blinks once.
Britta glances at Richtor. "Come over here with those eyes of yours. Anything down there?" She motions towards the darkness.
Cauta glances at Richtor. "Richtor. Silver piece to smash it open."
DMs: Git- "Ehh, full metal.. Break her down..." -he points to the door.
Richtor Barsten: "AWESOME!"
DMs: (ALl three people want Richtor)
Richtor Barsten attempts to smash the door
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DMs: (the door or the lock?)
Britta pauses, then sighs, continuing to lean against the church and peering off into the darkness. "Not my fault if an angry god smites you..."
Richtor Barsten: ((Lock))
DMs: Cause I read door, and it smashes open easy, the rotten wood caving around the handle.
Richtor Barsten: ((Whatever, door, it's good))
Cauta: ((...oh.))
Cauta: ((XD))
Richtor Barsten: "AHHHHHH! More stuff to smash?"
DMs: Git looks around not happy to see he had to break something, so not his style- "Ehh.. not as good with subtle like the last group.. But atleast you got power."
Britta takes a few steps towards the darkness, her curiousity getting the best of her.
Cauta mutters a few words in infernal. "Waste of a bloody pick."
DMs: There is several piles of trash, rocks, and rotten wood and it's all dark!
Cauta: ((Soo...Richtor and Cauta can see.))
Richtor Barsten looks around the room for anything out of the ordinary
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Richtor Barsten: ((15))
Britta mutters and turns, following the others into the church.
DMs: Richtor see several old pews? And a small alter, ontop of that it's very small room with a single door in the far back leading downward.
DMs rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Britta glances around. "What kind of a church is this, anyhow? I mean... a church to who?"
DMs: Git seems to just stroll in like he owns the place- "ERWIN! Where the hell are ya?!" -he just keeps going toward the back door.
DMs: (What is everyone doing?)
Richtor Barsten follows Git
Richtor Barsten: "Bloody religious nutjobs...Where's the ale?"
DMs: (No one has knowledge religion do they?)
Britta: ((no))
Cauta steps inside after Richtor, sparing a glance around before noticing the door. "Someone who isn't very popular anymore." She follows after Git, feeling slightly uneased by the lack of this...Erwin. She strains her ears for any sound from below.
Britta: ((... damn Ravid.))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Cauta: ((12))
Britta seems to be looking for any hint of what kind of church this might have been. ((Search))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Britta: ((no mod))
Britta follows the others even as she's looking.
DMs: You can hear what sounds like the turning of soil. You too Richtor. Britta you just know it's a church, but you can make out the writing or seals.
Richtor Barsten: "Someone's digging? Someone's being buried?"
Cauta swallows. "Always a pleasant thought..."
DMs: Git just motions to the door, before heading down. The steps stone and worn away, at the bottom give me spot checks!"
Britta follows along behind the others and frowns. "Yeah, well... it's a church. Probably has catacombs and all sorts... though, dirt in a church is new."
Richtor Barsten: "Better than something being dug up."
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Richtor Barsten: (()
Britta: ((23))
DMs: At the entrance of the tunnel you can see what looks like a man in a set of dirty clothes with a set of heavy leather gloves on, and a black vest coming off his shoulders. Near his feet you notice a shovel that also looks recently used, and a errie green light being casted from his lamp. His eyes light up seeing Snitchgit walk ahead of your group giving him a light nod.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta: ((21))
DMs: (You see the same thing Cauta)
Britta figures she recognizes the lamp and an embarrassed blush crosses her face.
DMs: Erwin- "Hey Git.. didn't think I would see you coming around here again so soon. Was the last bundel not enough or something?" The gravediggers face would look slightly confused.
DMs: Git- "What do you mean? I've yet to pick up this month shipment.. This is the new group I hired for this month, I couldn't get ahold of Crow's guys again.." Git said while reaching into his coat pocket and throwing the man a small bag of coins.
DMs: Erwin would chuckle a bit as he counted each coin sepratly thumbing threw the bag as he spoke- "About last week Crow and his gang came by and grabbed a bundle I thought they were with you so I just let'em after getting a small sum from them. Sounds like they got tired of the middle man heh.. But ya, go on ahead I just got some fresh ones a day or two ago."
Richtor Barsten: "Why do I get the feeling I really don't want to know what's in Gunther's brew..."
DMs: By this time you can see Snitchgit face tightening up as if he was about to explode. "Those dirty two timing, shit ragged penny hogs.. I swear those boys will pay for this. No one, NO ONE! Undercuts me... Let's make this quick, I hope they didn't mess up my bargain.."
Cauta tilts her head slightly. "Probably because you'd have to accept what you stuffed down your gut."
Britta looks suddenly quite uncomfortable. "So my chicken ended up drinking something that had dead body juice in it...?" She fails to mention she had some too.
Cauta glances down at Snitchgit. "Quicker the better in my mind. I'm not fond of crypts..."
Britta is gripping both hilts of swords now, seeming increasingly uncomfortable as she thinks she realizes what is going on. Still, she doesn't say anything, not sure what's going on.
DMs: Git goes stomping off to the side leading down into a leaky tunnel this one you can make and see a mine cart at the bottom and spiltting off two ways from the track.
DMs: Spot checks!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Richtor Barsten: ((5))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((10!))
Britta: ((11))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm about as aware as a blind man in a dark room while blasting death metal at top volume))
Britta: ((XD!))
Cauta: ((KATE.))
Britta: ((*whimper* What!?))
DMs: In this area you see Git move over to light a torch and walk toward a large pit, with several dead bodies in it, also the ground seems to be littered with bones in certain corners. Git points at the pit then back to the still working mine cart- "Alright lets make this quick, I got some peoples ears to chew off later.. Just load the cart with as many as you can, I don't if over loaded.. Just make sure it got's legs, and head alright?"
Britta suddenly looks very firm. "I'm not doing this."
Richtor Barsten: "Wait...you want us to load skeletons into a wheelbarrow?"
Richtor Barsten: "Or mine cart"
Richtor Barsten: "Whatever"
Eschaton joined the chat
Eschaton:
DMs: Git shakes his head- "No no, no skeletons.. I need plump ones.. The fattys are the best for growing."
Britta glances at the others, then shakes her head and starts moving back the way she came. It's very obvious she's put off and is not going to do this kind of work.
Richtor Barsten looks at the bodies
DMs: (ROUND TIME also Eschaton you may join them just read and catch up and laugh alot)
Richtor Barsten: "well...100 gold pieces. Let's get to it."
Britta feels a bit sick, moving past Erwin and back up into the church.
Richtor Barsten starts loading up the bodies
Eschaton:
Cauta grimaces. "...corpses. Delightful. I'll leave the heavy lifting to the stronger members." She turns away from the corpses slightly, muttering more in Infernal. She sees Britta leave, before glancing back at Richtor. "...the things we do for coin..." She whispers, stepping towards the bodies.
Cauta: ((I remember that.))
Richtor Barsten: "The right thing to say is "The things we /wouldn't/ do for coin.""
Cauta: ((I just figured when Ikitt said he'd talk to you, there was a change of plans.))
Cauta shakes her head, trying to find a larger but still small enough one to move. "No, that's a distinction for you, Richtor. I think I'll be establishing some guidelines on my next contract..."
Eschaton:
Britta isn't sickened by the bodies, but rather at the idea that they're somehow important in the making of Gunther's Brew. For a long moment, she just stays sitting on the pew before finally returning back to the others. She approaches Git and smacks him in the shoulder with her hand, just hard enough to make him pay attention to her. "What are we doing this for, Git?"
Richtor Barsten: "You go ahead and do that, me? When my main income relies on the work others give me, I don't get a right to be picky."
Cauta settles on one, swearing in Infernal and Abyssal as she hauls it towards the cart. "100 gold. 100 gold. 100 gold." She continues her mantra until the corpse is inside, looking down at the gloves she'd just bought earlier. "...I need a few dozen baths after this..."
Richtor Barsten is carrying two bodies at a time
Britta throws a glance at Richtor and Cauta. "Are you guys even thinking about what you're doing?" She looks disturbed, almost on the verge of maybe punching someone or fleeing off back outside.
Richtor Barsten: "That's your problem missy, is that you're thinking too hard about it. I rightly don't give a rats ass what he's doing with these bloody things, so long as I get my gold."
Cauta shakes her head. "I'm trying NOT to think about it, frankly..." She groans as she hops among the corpses, trying to find another light-ish one.
Britta folds her arms across her chest. "How about the idea that you guzzled a mug of Gunther's Brew and it might have just had Nancy Shoreview particles in it, hm? Especially bits of her head and legs... whoever she is."
Richtor Barsten: "That's the part I'm not trying to think about. Now, if you don't mind-"
Richtor Barsten dumps the two bodies in the cart
Richtor Barsten: "I'm here to make money, not argue the ethics and morals of our job, so if you wanna get paid, I suggest grabbing a Joe blow and loading 'em up."
Richtor Barsten grabs another body, but the head slowly falls off with a sickening slurping sound
Richtor Barsten: "Oh...he's a juicy one."
Richtor Barsten drops him
Britta is quiet for a moment, then leans against the wall. "Enjoy your 100 gold. I'm not doing this."
Cauta gives Britta a look for a moment, her features softening for a moment. "If it's that unsettling..." She shudders at the corpse Richtor picked, but falls silent as Britta just leans against the wall.
Richtor Barsten: "Personally, I thought a tiefling would be used to this sort of stuff."
Cauta shakes her head, taking a moment to settle her stomach's protests. "No...that's just a popular stereotype. I've never really dealt with corpses before..." She squats next to one. "...not even use to the process of making one, to be honest."
Britta obviously doesn't seem bothered by the presence of bodies - perhaps even used to it - but she seems to be viewing the other members of the group differently. She knows she doesn't have the luxury to turn down 100 gold, but she also knows she doesn't want to have to deal with the guilt of having partaken in whatever this strange event is.
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((I'd just assume you've been here being quite.))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: "Huh. Well I guess I've just grown callous to this sort of thing."
Britta: "I can't say it's appealing."
Cauta starts dragging another body, squeezing her eyes shut as it moves along the floor. "To be expected of a mercenary."
Cauta: ((It's said the frigging noble woman is the one who SHOULD have the most issue with it, and yet the barbarian and elf are being the pansies.))
Eschaton cringes. "A hired sword usually only makes the bodies dead, not disposes of them afterwards."
DMs: (W)
Britta: ((Britta has her reasons. ))
Cauta: ((Ikitt, I got a few questions later about the land))
Richtor Barsten: "Eh, depends on the work...I've had to dispose of bodies...parts...blood puddles..."
Richtor Barsten: "When you're paid to defend a piece of land, they sometimes ask that you clean up afterwards...hates that part of the job. Part of the reason I use a warhammer, not as much of a mess."
Britta looks at Richtor. "But this isn't cleaning up. This is sending them somewhere when they should just be left alone."
Richtor Barsten: "Again with me saying "I don't care, so long as I get paid""
DMs: Git looks up to you Britta- "We're doing this cause I said so.. we're making sure that the trade goes right. Listen these bodies are just that.. bodies poor people that can't pay for a proper spot in the ground. Now atleast they are being put to good use, it's like anyone misses these people."
DMs: (Cauta Spot check!)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta: ((15))
Britta looks at Git a long moment, obviously angry. "Then what is this 'trade'?"
DMs: Cauta you notice the next one grabbed by you or Richtor actually has horns, and not badly decayed. Also all these bodies are in a mass grave cause no one can afford to bury them.
Cauta blinks, dropping her corpse and moving towards Richtor. "Drop that for a moment."
Richtor Barsten looks over for a moment, before dropping it unceromoniously
Richtor Barsten: "What?"
Cauta kneels down, blinking a few times as she leans in to look at it a little more closely.
DMs: Git likes Richtors mindset on the whole thing- "We're simply restocking the area with seeds, alright? Other wise the fungus won't beable to grow.. Geezss.. whinny one aren't ya?
DMs: (Oh it's a tielfing alright Cauta, and you see one, maybe two more in the pile also. And the cart is pretty much full)
Britta looks at Git a moment, then punches him in the face. ((Sorry! Had to...))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DMs: (( I have to say I love this adventure!))
Britta: ((gah!))
Britta: ((... can I add anything to that? I've forgotten.))
DMs: Git jump backs hiss loudly- "Try that again and you might loose something.. Cauta (I think you told him your name) I would suggest controlling your hired muscle if you want to get paid."
Cauta pales, eyes widening as she looks towards the pile, spotting more horns. "...oh hells...tieflings..." She rolls the body over, eyes quickly darting over the body, trying to see how they died.
DMs: (You would add Str mod, plus Base attack -4)
Britta: "I'm not hers," Britta hisses at Git.
Cauta doesn't even look as Git speaks. "Britta. Get outside if it bothers you so much."
Britta: ((Why the negative?))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
DMs: Oh Cauta I'm sorry but you can't really make it out between the decay and the actually cause of death it blends in too much for someone like yourself. )
Cauta: ((Failed anyway.))
Richtor Barsten gives it a look
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DMs: (Your untrained in unarmed, you got to have Improved Unarmed Strike check the book)
Britta: ((... aww. Next!))
Richtor Barsten: ((I rolled higher than ten on something that wasn't combat related? MADNESS!))
DMs: (Sorry you know wounds Richtor but not as well as some poeple. You think one of the gashes from it's kidney looks funny.)
Richtor Barsten: "See if the corpse has a kidney."
DMs: (Seriously people? *facepalm* I can't leave anymore bread crumbs on what you need to do if your going to figure this out.)
Britta glances around, then makes a sound in the back of her throat before heading back for the stairs. She heads up into the church and outside, moving next to the church were the chittering sounds were coming from earlier. She keeps a hand on her coin purse and leans against the wall of the church, closing her eyes. "Damn damn damn..."
DMs: Git- "Hey we done playing doctor!? I got places to be damn it!"
Richtor Barsten: ((<.< A) I'm not good at solving things B) Richtor isn't good at solving things that aren't physically related))
Cauta swears a small litany of demonic curses. "This..." She releases a shaky breath. "The hells is going on in this city..?" She glances up at Richtor, before looking down towards the spot. With a frown of disgust, she shakes her head. "No. No, Erwin gets these in batches, doesn't he? Then he can tell me who's dumping tieflings when there's supposedly not a damn one left in this city!"
Cauta: ((I'm just gonna go to the guy who at least SEES who drops em off.))
DMs: (Right now?)
Cauta: ((Dead tieflings are kinda high on her priority list.))
Cauta: ((XD))
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, before you do that Horned one, am I currently on your payroll?"
DMs: (Britta I'm sorry to do this but I have nothing to reel you back, the party will have to make up there mind to get you or to go on without you.)
DMs: (Git isn't really in the mood to wait, just noting..)
DMs: (Is Eschaton here?)
Britta: ((Well what's with this chittering you were talking about next to the church?))
Richtor Barsten: ((He was))
Cauta frowns. "Have I signed a contract with you? Have I given you a single coin? No. Do as you want, Richtor, we can talk it later." She looks to Git, frowning slightly before taking a calming breath. "You know Erwin from business, correct? How late will he be here?"
Eschaton: Eschaton: >
Richtor Barsten shrugs
DMs: Git taps his foot repeatedly- "He works the graveyard shift.. I thought you were the smart one?"
Richtor Barsten is casually leaning on the mining cart full of bodies, the stench and the sight not bothering him in the slightest
DMs: Britta there a large burrly dire rat digging around in the trash, you manage to get a clear sight of it for a moment.
Britta can't help but shake the feeling that she should be down there with them for backup, but she also can't get rid of the feeling that they're horrible for actually doing the job. She makes an angry sound through her teeth before pacing at the church door. She glares at the broken lock for a while, then... glances down at the dire rat before it disappears. She stands there for a moment, then huffs another side and plunges back into the church.
DMs: ( Eschaton your missing out on some fun roleplaying!)
Britta appears back with the others, holding back from joining them completely but making it evident that she'll follow them.
Eschaton:
Cauta growls, eyes flashing darkly as her tail lashes. "DON'T FUCK WITH ME, GOBLIN. I'm a fucking tiefling, and tieflings are dying in Corvis!" She stands, breathing heavy. "Let's get this done. Obviously we BOTH have better things to do than piss on the dead." Her eyes flick to the others before she roughly tosses the tiefling corpse into the cart.
Cauta: ((>.>))
Cauta: ((I think you made her mad.))
Richtor Barsten: "Nothing worse than an angry woman, I know, I was married three times."
DMs: Git- "Alright, that's the team spirit! Now someone give this damn thing a good push.. it's a bit down.." -you see Git move off to the side pulling a level changing the rails
Richtor Barsten lines up behind the cart, and gives it a good kick
DMs: (Eschaton not going to try help Cauta butthurt?)
Eschaton:
DMs: Well is everyone going down the tunnel helping Richtor move the cart?))
Britta follows Richtor but doesn't help with the cart. She's very hands-off and obviously moody, but it looks like she's calmed down from earlier. Still, she looks like she hates Git's guts.
Eschaton shrugs and steps up behind the kart after Richtor kicks it, bracing his hands against it to help work it down the tunnel.
Eschaton:
DMs: Alright after a while of pushing this cart full of rotting people, the smell is really starting to take hold in the cramp area. Git seems to trail behind a bit taking it more slowly, keeping his eyes on the roofs.
Cauta gives one last look at the bodies before stalking after Richtor with one hand on her rapier. This city was starting to get to her. The threats lurking made her skin crawl with fear and dread and it took several minutes of forced even breathing to get her heart to stop thundering in her ears.
DMs: (Awareness everyone, also tell what order your in and how your moving about)
Richtor Barsten: "Knock knock knocking on Devil's door, can't help but hear him snore...knock knock knock on Devil's door, woke him up ten times before..."
Cauta: ((I'll probably be closest to Git))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Cauta: ((11))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm with the cart, directly behind it.))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten: ((13))
DMs: (Fort save everyone)
Britta is walking along behind Richtor, not bothered by the scent of bodies.
Britta: rolldie 20
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Richtor Barsten: ((24))
Britta: ((That was for awareness = 14))
Britta: ((This is for fort))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((Ahhhh fuck.))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta: ((11))
Cauta: ((9...))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Eschaton: <21 xD>
DMs: Richtor you don't notice much but you do see that Britta looks a bit turned off by the smell of the dead bodies, as for Cauta you can't help but gag feeling sick to your stomach at teh flashes of what you just seen. Eschaton your smoking something, and don't give a fuck!
Cauta: ((...what have we seen?))
Eschaton:
DMs: (You see nothing yet, just I forgot to make everyone roll for sickness. This place is rather wet and damp, and those bodies been there awhile.)
DMs: ...also Eschaton you managed to feel magic coming from the roof...
Richtor Barsten: ((Pure Oak branch))
Eschaton:
DMs: Eschaton your first to act.)
Eschaton 's ears twitch as he leans into the cart - there's magic nearby. He looks around, but there's nothing visible nearby that could be emitting it. It's not coming from the bodies or the cart, or he would have felt it sooner. Curious, he looks up. "...the ceiling...?"
DMs: Cauta you do see Git just hand you a small vial not even looking at you- "Drink this.. should help.."
Richtor Barsten: "Yeah, every basement has one..."
DMs rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta suppresses the gag reflex enough to not hurl her lunch, silently thanking the goblin before swallowing the vial's contents completely in one go.
DMs: Eschaton you look up to see a dark area on the roof so dark Git torch isn't lighting it, about the time you narrow your vision you see a wiry hand reach out and grab for your throat.
DMs rolled a die with 3 sides. The die showed: 3
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barsten: ((I fuckin hate these dudes >.>))
Eschaton:
DMs: (Take four damage Eschaton and give me a grapple check!)
DMs rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DMs rolled a die with 3 sides. The die showed: 1
Eschaton rolled a die with 3 sides. The die showed: 2
DMs: (take another one point of damage as the choker starts strangling you from the dark everyone else now can roll Turn order!)
DMs: (No you don't need to roll anything else Eschaton)
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DMs: http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/lom_ga...
Britta Bardsbane joined the chat
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
DMs: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rCV1Xt9Sy0s/TG...
Eschaton:
DMs: Choker -> Richtor -> Cauta -> Britta -> Eschaton
Eschaton gazes more closely as the sees a patch of darkness that isn't lit by the torchlight - the source of the magic. "What in the world...?" As he slows down to look at it for a second, he yelps in surprise as a strange hand extends from the darkness and grabs his throat.
DMs: (Richtor you want to yell something?)
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, dirty mother humper of a whore! This bloody thing again!"
Richtor Barsten attempts to grab the arm of the choker and yank him down to the ground
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Britta Bardsbane swallows, then glances about. "Give it one of the bodies. It'll leave us be."
DMs: (Also it your turn Richtor, Git doesn't really notice what's going on)
Richtor Barsten: ((22))
DMs rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
DMs: Richtor you pulled well, but you kind just streched it's arms down to you like a rubberband it's still got a good grip on Eschaton throat
Richtor Barsten: "Huh...kind of like my first wife's ti...I mean, we should just fight this thing."
Cauta: ((My turn!))
DMs: The Choker give you a long strong hissing noise like it's really wants Eschaton to die. (anyone speak undercommon?)
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm going to have to say no?))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((...didn't even see that as an option. >_>))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I only have common and orc))
Cauta: ((But I CAN speak Abyssal, Infernal and Elven...))
Cauta: ((Fucking worthless Elven...))
Richtor Barsten: ((I can speak common...and Dwarven))
DMs: (it's in the book.. Richtor you know it cursing something at Eschaton, demanding his to pay for his crimes)
Eschaton:
DMs: (him*)
Richtor Barsten: ((Wait, so I automatically know undercommon?))
Cauta readies her crossbow, jamming a bolt into the Viper. "Snitchgit! We've got something attacking!"
DMs: (Umm.. sure why not)
Richtor Barsten: ((Lol, ok xD))
Cauta: ((I'm assuming getting the crossbow out is going to swallow my whole turn...))
DMs: (Umm.. sure why not)
Cauta: ((Frigging actually answer, don't just be lazy.))
DMs: It'll take the movement part yes)
Cauta: ((So I can't aim. Eh.))

Richtor Barsten: "Oi you rubber limbed bastard of a whiny pig, what crimes are you talking about?!"
DMs: (I lagged out that was for Richtor not your question xD)
Cauta takes a shot at the thing quickly, firing a round to try and free Eschaton.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta: ((MUDDAFUCKER.))
Richtor Barsten: ((C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!))
DMs: (New BLING BLING BITCHS)
Cauta: ((The Viper. FUCKING WORTH IT.))
Cauta: ((What's the damage on this bitch?))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Same as my old one?))
DMs: (It's actually the same, but does give you plus one to hit and the poison thing)
Cauta: ((Which I didn't do just yet, sooo...just the damage then.))
Cauta rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta Bardsbane: ((What's the damage on my Orgen sword? Is it the same as the bastard blade?))
Cauta: ((...balls.))
DMs: (roll again)
Cauta rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 4
Cauta: ((Better!))
DMs: You manage to hit your target even with it being so close to everyone, and the bolt just keeps driving after hitting pinning it's arm to the wall. It wails in angry lashing it's other arm toward at the bolt logged in.
DMs: (Orgen Sword was same damaged but also the plus one to hit for master crafted)
DMs: Round time))
Cauta grins. "Worth every gold crown I spent!"
Richtor Barsten: "When did you become a crack shot?"
Eschaton:
Cauta: "Practice! I've barely used this thing before I came to Corvis!"
Eschaton drops to the ground with a soft thud, landing on his feet and quickly casting his gaze upwards at the creature. "Anyone want to tell me exactly what just tried to kill me?"
Cauta: ((Might as well roll to hit, Britta.))
Richtor Barsten: "A choker, annoying things, and for some reason this one believes you've committed a crime and must die."
Cauta: "Oh good. I hired a hardened criminal cleric."
Richtor Barsten: "I don't think those even existed"
Richtor Barsten: "cause if he's a hardened criminal, I'm a scholar and a saint."
Eschaton glances at Cauta... "Hush, I've done nothing wrong. At least, not to this thing, that I'm aware of." ...and then to Richtor. "Can you talk to it?"
Britta Bardsbane draws her bastard sword and her new Orgen blade, closing in before slashing with both weapons across the creature's neck. ((Roll 1 for bastard sword
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta Bardsbane: ((Roll for Orgen blade))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta Bardsbane: (Lemme just add my mods))
Cauta: ((...why are you rolling twice?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Two weapons.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Britta bought a new sword))
Britta Bardsbane: ((You're allowed to do an extra attack if you have double weapon proficiency))
Cauta: ((I meant twice for each of them))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Once to hit, once for damage))
Cauta: ((Ah.))
Cauta shakes her head. "Everyone's done something, Eschaton."
DMs: (yUP IT'S DEAD)
Britta Bardsbane: ((I didn't even add my mods. XD))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I gotta figure this out so it's easier to work...))
DMs: (detail you killing it< it pinned so easy to kill finishing round)
Eschaton sighs. "Great. So it wants to kill me but no one thought to ask why."
Britta Bardsbane 's blades slash both ways across the creature's throat, severing its head from its body. She watches the head roll aside, and the body slump to the ground with its dangly arms flailing before it lies still and dead. Britta crouches down and wipes the blood off her blades on it's hide before sheathing both blades. "Nope."
Richtor Barsten: "Eh, I understand a little undercommon, not enough to have a flowing conversation with it, not like I would want to."
Richtor Barsten looks at the rolling head of the Choker
Richtor Barsten: "Well, if you know a little necromancy, you can reanimate the bugger and ask him."
Britta Bardsbane: ((Is it silly I'm keeping a running total of everything Britta kills?))
Richtor Barsten: ((nope))
Eschaton steps away from it. "That I do not."
Richtor Barsten: ((I have roughly an hour left, I got to go to work tomorrow morning))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Only... 4 things so far.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Aw))
Britta Bardsbane glances at the others. "Can we get a move on with this cart?"
Richtor Barsten continues pushing the cart
Cauta joined the chat 5 seconds ago
Britta Bardsbane: ((Yo?))
DMs: From here it is a down hill and easy, and comes to a cellar door locked once again. Git walks over to it, and starts putting the key in- "Ya know, I'm so use of Crows boy bring there lamp I forgot those thing hand magical darkness.. Grr.. what is... Those peeny hags have change the lock! Ohhh.. Cauta, open this.." -he stomps away steaming
Eschaton rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 1
DMs: (Eschaton you were just tresspassing on the Chokers turf also, the magic you felt is the spell Darkness which can be counter by the casting of light.)
Eschaton: <4>
Cauta sighs sightly, tucking away her crossbow and fetching another lockpick. "Cause I love lockpicking..."
DMs: (What are you rolling?)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((15))
DMs: (Heal away, also it comes off easy this time, and look rather new)
Richtor Barsten: "STEP ASIDE!"
Richtor Barsten kicks in the door
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Richtor Barsten: ((23!))
Cauta pulls the lock off and tosses it aside.
DMs: You kick the door but just creaks, this one is really tough looking like someone wanted to make sure nothing came up and out of this- "Hey hey! Don't break that, you nuts? Gess.." -he moves to the side pulling the two part door open
Eschaton rubs at his throat, gently massaging it as light pours from his hand, healing the worst of the damage. He then looks to Richtor. "Would you like me to provide some light so you don't have to waste oil?"
DMs: (Whos looking inside?)
Britta Bardsbane looks inside after Git.
DMs: (Spot away)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten mumbles about not being able to kick the door in and looks inside of the door
Britta Bardsbane: ((15))
Richtor Barsten looks to the elf
Cauta glances over to Eschaton. "Would be useful." She looks after Git, peering slightly over his head.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Richtor Barsten: "uhh...yeah, cause you know me using my darkvision is actually taxing my eyes."
Cauta: ((18))
Richtor Barsten is being sarcastic
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Richtor Barsten: ((17))
DMs: You see a ladder leading kinda far down, about 30 feet it's pretty far. You can also see blood stains that look like someone was dragged away from the ladder and nail marks.
Britta Bardsbane makes a face. "Huh..."
DMs: Git- "Alright now let's hope this goes better then loading them.. Start dumping the bodies.. after that we'll move on."
Richtor Barsten: "Well that's interesting...ly not my problem."
Richtor Barsten starts taking out the bodies and dumping them
DMs: Git also lights up a cigar..
Britta Bardsbane backs out, obviously once more not going to take part in dumping the bodies. She instead stands next to the cart and keeps a look out to the best of her limited ability.
DMs: (wait wrong fantasy setting, he doesn't light up a cigar)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Chews some tobacco))
Eschaton reaches down and picks up a small rock. Holding it tightly, he whispers "shine", imbuing it with magic that causes it to radiate light, illuminating several feet in front of them. He steps over to Britta. "Hold onto this, it will provide more light than the lantern."
DMs: (Who ever isn't helping Richtor give me a listen check, also if Richtor is the only one loading this going to take awhile)
Cauta tilts her head, squatting down to get a better view of the blood stains and nail marks. "...this the work of that choker..?"
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta: ((21))
Cauta: ((Cauta more interested in dead people marks. ))
Britta Bardsbane glances down at the stone, at Esch, then nods, accepting the stone. "Thank you... Hey, what's your name? I never caught it."
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta Bardsbane: ((8.))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DMs: ((You hear moaning, like someone is in pain, but it's rather weak.))
Britta Bardsbane tilts her head, frowning. She looks at Esch. "Did you... hear something?"
DMs: Git snaps his finger point to Richtor- "Hey hey ladies lets not be here all day, it's alot easier hauling bodies with two people.. Don't care who just some get on it."
DMs: (Also amazing Job Richtor being everyones mule)
Eschaton nods. "Eschaton." He stops, his ears rising slightly as he hears a strange noise, then nodding at Britta and holding a hand up to Richtor. "Don't start yet. There's someone - or something - nearby."
Richtor Barsten: ((Fuck it, I'm here for the money ))
Britta Bardsbane looks suspiciously in the cart. "There are a lot of somebodies in here... what are the chances one is still alive?"
Eschaton:
DMs: Git- "Nah.. I doubt that was a Choker.. And it's just stock, alright.. Don't worry you'll see soon enough, just hurry it up would ya."
Eschaton shrugs. "Miracles have been known to happen. But being stuck down here when you're still alive... probably a curse more than a blessing..."
Cauta straightens up, shaking her head slightly. "I'm not much in the mood to find out what did it..." She steps over to the cart, trying her best to haul the corpses, but obviously slower than Richtor.
DMs: ( And Git like money too, so Richtor understand completely )
DMs: (Just needed two people doing work, moving a body with one person takes alot out of ya)
Britta Bardsbane starts looking around for the source of the pained moans.
Cauta: ((Cauta like money. Cauta just prefers to ensure she's not going to get murderlated first.))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
DMs: Git nods watching and listening to each dump- "Good good.. alright, now we're going to go down there.. and Reap what we sow.. Who's first?"
Britta Bardsbane: ((I stink))
DMs: (It's coming from the hole Britta)
DMs: (Time to go down the ladder!)
Britta Bardsbane glances at the others, and surprisingly, starts climbing down the ladder without a second thought, holding the lit-up stone in her teeth.
Cauta looks at Git. "I vote the dwarf. He's got the thickest armour."
Richtor Barsten: "Well considering you're supposed to be leading this little adventure, I say you do Git."
Richtor Barsten: "Or we could just wander down there, willy nilly and endanger ourselves...that's another good plan."
Cauta glances over her shoulder at Britta's sudden descent. "Or...that works too."
DMs: Git isn't going first. Britta it takes you a second to get to the bottom, is anyone going right behind her or waiting, cause it takes 2 turns to down it.
Cauta sighs and follows after Britta.
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten gives a sigh
Richtor Barsten: "Dark cramped spots, large warhammer, large armour, seeing the problem?"
Richtor Barsten: "But fuck it."
Richtor Barsten climbs down the ladder
DMs: Britta as you turn around you can hear the moaning getting very loud, and you even see the figure, or group of figures slowly making there way around the room, in no real order. (Spot check)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta Bardsbane: ((11))
Britta Bardsbane steps off the ladder and looks about, a little disgusted to find she's stepped on one of the dumped bodies, but her focus is on the figures.
Cauta: ((OH SHIT ZOMBIES))
DMs: (Yup there is people walking toward you, about 7 or 8 of them.. and also very zombie like)
DMs: (DAMN IT GC)
Britta Bardsbane: "Great, you guys... this is a real picnic. Rich, we should go back to that dump and get married again. It was more fun. Cauta, do you mind going back up?"
Cauta swallows lightly, pressing her back sightly to the wall. "That...is looking infinitely preferable to what we've walked into, yes."
Eschaton:
DMs: GIt already coming down waiting on you all to hurry up and get off teh ladder- "Come on.. get down we need to collect the shrooms already.. Now get sowing!"
Richtor Barsten hops down off the ladder
Richtor Barsten: "hmmm...undead. Kinda figured."
Eschaton: Eschaton: >
DMs: Turn order checks! Eschaton are you behind Git?))
Britta Bardsbane glances at Git. "This is a stupid set up, you know that right? Dropping dead bodies down where zombies can get them each time? That's so stupid..."
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta: ((...))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Richtor Barsten: ((Cause I
Richtor Barsten: ((*I'm awesome!))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Cauta: ((You were last LAST time!))
DMs: (Richtor was about halfway down, I'll just make him fall prone and take the fall damage)
DMs rolled a die. The die showed: 2
DMs: (Take 2 damage Richtor you are in plate mail)
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((>.> well that's kinda cheap...considering I didn't know how long two turns was without combat))
Richtor Barsten: (But whatever 13 health))
Britta Bardsbane pulls her swords free.
DMs: YOur first to act Cauta
DMs: (Evil)
DMs: Richtor it was 15ft fall, suck it up and gett hacking!)
DMs: Cauta -> Britta -> Richtor -> Esch
Richtor Barsten: ((Kinda can't stuck on the ground, remember))
Cauta: ((I get the feeling a crossbow will be useless here...))
Cauta: ((But fuck it.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Take their legs out))
Cauta primes her crossbow, eyes darting between the various zombies before sighting the closest zombie.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Cauta: ((How do I do range again..? I always forget...))
Eschaton drops to the ground behind the party, a bit surprised to see the zombies ambling about. "Well now... That's something you don't see every day."
Richtor Barsten: ((Dex plus base attack))
DMs: (^^)
Richtor Barsten: ((Should have it marked down somewhere))
Cauta: ((10))
DMs: (Also the +1 for MC {mastercrafted})
Cauta: ((I'm trying to remember this stuff.))
Cauta: ((Oh yeah. 11))
DMs: (roll damage)
DMs: You do hear Git in the back- "Don't burn'em or anything.. And why the hell are there this many?"
Cauta rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta Bardsbane glances back at Git. "Why do you think? You keep dumping bodies down here, they're just gonna keep getting up!"
Cauta: ((Ooo, very nice!))
Cauta: ((Cauta's actually getting mildly accurate. XD))
DMs: Cauta your aim is good and hit center mass, but you really barely even see the damn thing notice there is a 12 inch bolt sticking out of it's chest. It does turn your way and moaning showing a half rotten decaying face of a older women
DMs: (seem* not see)
DMs: Git barks back- "Cause normally it's only a handful.. and we weed'em out, we're not idiots." -you here growl under his breath- "...Crow..."
DMs: Britta go!
Britta Bardsbane: ((If two zombies are near each other, can I attempt making an attack on them both if I have two blades? Just wondering. The book doesn't cover it.))
DMs: hear** ))
DMs: (Yes you can)
Britta Bardsbane: ((niiiice))
Cauta grimaces at the zombies reaction. "Oh that's charming. The idiot probably got himself eaten. Looks like the zombies took care of your double crosser." She already begins to reach for her next bolt.
Britta Bardsbane leaps at two zombies that are nearest each other, swinging with one blade at one zombie, at the other with her Orgen blade.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Bastard blade))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta Bardsbane: ((9))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 1
DMs: (Eschaton and Cauta knowledge religion check and LoS)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Britta Bardsbane: ((Fumble? that would be a 5 though))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Britta Bardsbane: ((Orgen blade
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Eschaton: <18>
Britta Bardsbane: ((12))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((16))
Britta Bardsbane: ((10))
Britta Bardsbane: ((EDIT: Bastard blade's hit was 8, not 9))
DMs: (Britta how was the first roll was only a 8?)
Britta Bardsbane: ((... wait, I mucked up the 20 rolls, didn't I? I add something...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... melee! Dammit.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Bastard blade was 12 to hit.)) ((Orgen blade was 16 to hit))
DMs: (Eschaton you know Zombies.. you know cutting them into pieces is the best of killing them. Cauta you remember holy water hurt these things you think)
Britta Bardsbane: ((I promise I'm trying to get better at this...))
DMs: (damage on both?)
DMs: (Kate you clogging my screen with rolls @~@ stop it)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Bastard was a fumble.)) ((Orgen was a 16))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((Yeah, sorry. Didn't think about this when I added another damn weapon!))
DMs: (there is no fumble in damage on to D20's you manage to chop one clear in half the other you stab rather well but it claws at you
DMs: Richtor go!
Richtor Barsten: "Well, looks like it's time to beat some skulls once more."
Richtor Barsten takes out his warhammer and swings for the closest zombie's head.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Hellhound. Check. 2 Bob Chokers. Check. Rust Mite Momma. Check. Zombie. Check.))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
DMs: (hit)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 4
Richtor Barsten: (()
Eschaton joined the chat
DMs: Richtor you slam into the one Cauta shot right, and it goes fumbling backward laying still for awhile. You felt ribs crack and take some satisfaction in that. Then it slowly crawls back up walk back toward you.
Eschaton:
DMs: (Eschaton your turn!)
Cauta: ((Cauta has...a spider...and an orc?))
Cauta: ((I think that's all she's gotten.))
Cauta: ((Half-orc.))
DMs: (Eschaton I hope you read the cleric rules cause this where you're suppost to shine)
DMs: suppose**
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Then start wrecking show!))
DMs: (You can turn undead, cast healing spells on them and does that much damage. Also Richtor and Britta give me Awareness. And Cauta)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Britta Bardsbane: ((25))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Cauta: ((17))
Cauta: ((Richtor gives no fucks. There's THINGS TO SMASH))
DMs: Cauta you almost jump when you hear a loud screech come from behind you, if you turn and look you see a large mushroom about 4 ft tall just shaking when you get close to it, flailing about. Britta you notice several pink mushrooms growing from the zombie's insides after you killed it.
Eschaton:
DMs: (It's under your class features not spells)
DMs: (I'm going to dumb things down, just give me Cha check, + your Cleric lvl)
Eschaton:
Cauta stumbles back a step, mindful to keep Richtor and Britta between her and the zombies. "Snitchgit! The hell is the mushroom?!"
Britta Bardsbane growls. "They're using the zombies to grow mushrooms, dammit, Cauta."
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane swears in Orc at Git. "This is mucked up, y'know that?"
DMs: Git starts going in his pockets for something he doesn't look paniced ether- "Umm.. that's a Violet Fungus.. they just make noise to attract prey.. Just don't touch it.. I would also suggest putting that toy away and get hacking, your doing nothing!"
DMs: (Eschaton tell me what your doing combat is dieing. Also ROUND TIME)
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm sorry guys but I really have to be getting to bed here...))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((Got to be up in about 5 hours sooooo...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Okay. Goodnight quake))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((I will talk with you guys later.))
DMs: (Ok you think you can make it tommorrow for a bit?)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Sure thing. Catchya))
Britta Bardsbane: (( I can't play tomorrow.))
DMs: (this is pretty short after this combat )
DMs: (So.. do you want to go auto or have us wait for you Richtor?)
Cauta frowns at Snitchgit, eyes narrowing on his small frame. "Where's your blade, Snitchgit?"
DMs: (Damn he left)
Cauta: ((Moment.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Can we maybe stop here for today?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Pick it up next week?))
Eschaton sighs and looks down. "These things... I remember a story from my childhood about people who continued to walk after death... They feel no pain, but as their bodies rot, they can be easily cut." He looks up with a mischievous grin. "They can also be destroyed by holy power..." Rolling up his right sleeve, he takes a low stance and prepares to make a run. "Would you move a bit to the side, Cauta?"
Cauta sighs, stepping to the side. "I'm not paying for you to get brought back to life, Eschaton, we clear?"
Eschaton winks. "With any luck, you won't need to. With a bit more, we'll have one less of these creatures to deal with."
Eschaton reaches into a small, hidden side pocket of his pack and draws out a small pendant shaped like a leaf.
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((I think it's probably time to call it, after Esch's move.))
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: Z((
Britta Bardsbane: ((Bleh. It won't be. Typically run-of-the-mill foes are kept same level or lower level than the players. Big villains are usually overpowered compared to the players, though.))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((I don't think Britta's too happy with Gunther now. ))
DMs: (Hmm)
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
DMs: (Phhs.. 2)
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((Hey, I might go, okay? Just don't clear the room and I'll save history later.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Actually, no, scratch that.))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'm staying a little longer.))
DMs: (Well what did you guys think of this one? Funnier?)
Britta Bardsbane: ((More disturbing))
Cauta: ((It was funny, was surprising to see Cauta get that pissed.))
DMs: (You remember me asking how Britta would feel about moving dead bodies? xD)
Britta Bardsbane: ((You creeped ME out, too.))
DMs: (How about those items? I was trying to get to that grey area or moral code and see how you would react)
DMs: (yea that zombie exploded or turn to ash or something)
DMs: (I creeped you out, Kate not Britta?)
Britta Bardsbane: ((I like my new sword. And yeah, you creeped Britta out. She feels sick and might just throw up once the job's done. Not from dead bodies, though.))
DMs: (Then from what?)
Cauta: ((Cauta likes the Viper.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Undead memories.))
DMs: (I thought caught would have been more scared when finding the bodies not pissed off I almost had to fire all of you)
Cauta: ((Cauta was scared.))
Cauta: ((And then she got lip.))
DMs: (caught = Cauta)
Cauta: ((The panic fueled her anger.))
Eschaton grips the leaf pendant in his right hand, then dashes forward, keeping low to avoid a hit as he approaches the nearest zombie. "Evil spirit, begone!!" With a sharp arm thrust, he plants his palm against the zombie's chest, bright ribbons of light swirling around his arm and then into the creature, filling it with light until it explodes, scattering flesh and mushrooms around the space.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Mushroom cloud!!!))
Cauta: ((But she's still got her professional side. She can swallow the fear/anger. She'll be loosing it later.))
DMs: (xD I suggest not inhaling these, they rather lethal Git would tell ya)
Eschaton: Eschaton: >
DMs: (Well I hope everyone enjoyed this adventure, best one yet or worst 1 to 10 so far?)
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((It was good. Not my favorite, but good.))
Cauta: ((She'll be letting the anger and fear out later. Cauta's professional side is ingrained in her. You can't get rid of it.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I've finished saving history now. I'm gonna split. Maybe I'll come back later tonight.))
DMs: Awww which was your favorite. Shopping Spree))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Nah, I actually liked the Green Lantern one.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Best humor, I thought. ))
Britta Bardsbane: (Anyhow, I'll catch you guys later. Bye! I'll be on FoG later, maybe.))

Session 6 (9th September 2012)

DM cleared the room 40 hours ago
Britta Bardsbane joined the chat 7 minutes ago
DM joined the chat 89 seconds ago
Cauta joined the chat 9 seconds ago
Eschaton joined the chat
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DM: Britta could you get the last bit of info that was incombat please?
Britta Bardsbane: Sure
Cauta: Give him a few. Then he'll be here.
Britta Bardsbane
DMs: Richtor you slam into the one Cauta shot right, and it goes fumbling backward laying still for awhile. You felt ribs crack and take some satisfaction in that. Then it slowly crawls back up walk back toward you.
DMs: Cauta you almost jump when you hear a loud screech come from behind you, if you turn and look you see a large mushroom about 4 ft tall just shaking when you get close to it, flailing about. Britta you notice several pink mushrooms growing from the zombie's insides after you killed it.
Cauta stumbles back a step, mindful to keep Richtor and Britta between her and the zombies. "Snitchgit! The hell is the mushroom?!"
Britta Bardsbane growls. "They're using the zombies to grow mushrooms, dammit, Cauta."
Britta Bardsbane swears in Orc at Git. "This is mucked up, y'know that?"
DMs: Git starts going in his pockets for something he doesn't look paniced ether- "Umm.. that's a Violet Fungus.. they just make noise to attract prey.. Just don't touch it.. I would also suggest putting that toy away and get hacking, your doing nothing!"
Britta Bardsbane
Cauta frowns at Snitchgit, eyes narrowing on his small frame. "Where's your blade, Snitchgit?"
Eschaton sighs and looks down. "These things... I remember a story from my childhood about people who continued to walk after death... They feel no pain, but as their bodies rot, they can be easily cut." He looks up with a mischievous grin. "They can also be destroyed by holy power..." Rolling up his right sleeve, he takes a low stance and prepares to make a run. "Would you move a bit to the side, Cauta?"
Cauta sighs, stepping to the side. "I'm not paying for you to get brought back to life, Eschaton, we clear?"
Eschaton winks. "With any luck, you won't need to. With a bit more, we'll have one less of these creatures to deal with."
Eschaton reaches into a small, hidden side pocket of his pack and draws out a small pendant shaped like a leaf.
Eschaton grips the leaf pendant in his right hand, then dashes forward, keeping low to avoid a hit as he approaches the nearest zombie. "Evil spirit, begone!!" With a sharp arm thrust, he plants his palm against the zombie's chest, bright ribbons of light swirling around his arm and then into the creature, filling it with light until it explodes, scattering flesh and mushrooms around the space.
Britta Bardsbane: ((That should be enough))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Last thing Britta did was swear a bit at Git and re-kill a zombie. The zombie she missed is apparently clawing at her, but there was no mention of damage or anything))
Eschaton: Eschaton: >
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'll just find out what the rotation was))
DM: (You pretty much did finish I thought)
Britta Bardsbane: ((DMs: Cauta -> Britta -> Richtor -> Esch))
Eschaton sighs as the zombie is destroyed, then stands and lightly brushes a scrap of flesh from his robe before glancing over his shoulder with a grin. "Too much?"
Eschaton: Eschaton: >
DM: (so it was the remaining 6 zombies turns)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Didn't Cauta kill one...? *checks*))
Eschaton:
DM: (nope, shes been shooting them with her crossbow)
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((Aw, I see. ))
Eschaton:
DM: The remaining six zombies still seem to be coming toward you all in a single group, splitting up as 3 try to drag down Britta, 2 stumbling toward Eschaton and the one Cauta and Richtor been beating on.
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'm being ganged up on!))
DM: The small mob of three starts clawing and trying to maw your face Britta, there moans growing loud in your ears.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane: ((Hehehe))
Eschaton:
DM: You manage to spin yourself putting more room between you and the mob kicking away the last one as it stumbles down toward you. (and yes I love this roller)
DM: Two clawing at Eschaton!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten joined the chat
Britta Bardsbane: ((ooh, ow))
Richtor Barsten: >.>
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 6
Britta Bardsbane: ((... Ouch))
Cauta: ((Painful.))
DM: (takes off his gloves) Eschaton it seems after your amazing display of pure holy power one gets the jump on you grabbing onto your back and taking a huge chuck out of your neck, take 10 damage.)
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((What have you got left?))
DM: The last one crawls back up ready for round two with Richtor the women growns wanting that dwarf flesh.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta: ((...holy fuck. XD))
DM: (Your safe Richtor that plate seems pretty useful at keeping zombies at bay)
Eschaton:
DM: (that should been 13 hp but I didn't want to one shot the elf yet.)
Eschaton: <............................>
DM: (Cauta turn)
Richtor Barsten: ((ARMOUR! I LOVE THEE!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... time to use Britta as what she was made for?))
Eschaton:
DM: (nope it was the roller taking my feels into rolls)
Eschaton:
DM: (If I was I would did full damage)
Britta Bardsbane: ((You would have been down at 1 HP. He took off 3 of the damage so you'd be left with 4 HP))
Cauta: ((>_>))
Eschaton drops to his knees from the surprise weight of the zombie, howling pain as a chunk of his neck disappears.
Cauta quickly takes Git's advice, holstering her crossbow and drawing her rapier, eyes widening as one of the zombies manages to take a massive bite out of Eschaton's neck. "Eschaton! Dammit! Dwarf! Get it off him!"
Cauta: ((Since drawing is a frigging full action, and I ain't charging to melee. XD))
DM: (drawing is a part-action, you can still move)
Cauta: ((Aye...but what good does moving do when I can't hit the damn things and I'm as fragile as he is. I've got a nice shield of melee fighters here.))
DM: (Britta turn)
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((I've done that in Call of Cthulu. Almost killed my friend.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((How far am I from Esch? And what's in my way?))
DM: (Ok how I see this is.. Northwest is one zombie that Richtor is fighting, and Cauta is farther back south. North East is you with the large part of the mob, and 10 ft behind you is what keep moving past you to munch on him))
DM: (My master thrower was trying to be cool, and save a little girl once that was tied up. Threw my dagger with a +14 mod, rolled a 1 and almost killed the small girl >,,>)
Richtor Barsten looks around
Richtor Barsten: "Looks like the zombies want to be part vampire...that's cool too I guess."
DM: (Britta turn!)
Britta Bardsbane takes a swing at the zombie that she kicked away, hoping to ram her blade down into it's skull. While she does so, she swings with the Orgen blade, hoping to cut another nearby zombie in half.
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Britta Bardsbane: ((Missed that kicked one))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM: (hit one)
Eschaton: http://puu.sh/13kvT>
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane: ... damn
Richtor Barsten: ((Hey, question.))
DM: (Ya Vex, but alot closer to everyone. And you manage to harm one but it just keeps coming)
DM: (Ya?)
Richtor Barsten: ((Is it possible to agree to take the hits for someone else?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Like say I move to Esch, then say that any attacks that go towards him my guy would take?))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((Never hurts to ask))
Eschaton:
DM: (Hmm.. Ya depending, I could see ya preping the action and moving ahead of them. They are zombies they're just going for whatever is infront of them)
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((Alrighty))
DM: (I mean it will all depend on the combat and enemy but sometimes ya, it all depends on how you tell me your doing things)
DM: RICHTOR TURN!
Britta Bardsbane: ((Wait! I just realized something... in an damage attack, 1 isn't a fumble, is it?))
DM: (Nope)
Richtor Barsten: "Looks like pretty boy elf is hurtin...need me to get yo mama boy?"
Britta Bardsbane: ((Then I got a 5))
DM: (You never did give me full damage)
Richtor Barsten moves to Eshaton, and positions himself in front of the elf, pre-emptively taking any hits from the zombies that move to attack the elf.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Also, To Hit on that one, I should have gotten a 14. Sorry... still trying to figure this out. XD))
DM: (You can take a smack at the one still chewing if ya want Richtor)
Richtor Barsten: ((Oh good then))
Richtor Barsten takes a smack at the chewing one
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
DM: (damage)
Richtor Barsten: ((20))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((CRITICAL!))
DM: (no crit, you have to roll the 20)
Cauta: ((Nope.))
Richtor Barsten: ((awwwww))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 5
DM: (You hit atleast roll damage)
Richtor Barsten: ((9))
DM: You manage to smash into it throwing like a rag doll off to the side.
DM: Eschaton turn!
DM: Cauta give me a awareness check!
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Cauta: ((20))
DM: You hear something yell and a heavy dull thud as Erwin comes falling down the ladder. As you look up manage to see a cloaked figure slam the strong cellar door close shut, and hear a faint lock.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Uh-oh))
DM: Eschaton it's your turn also, just restating.)
Eschaton:
Cauta looks up, before swearing loudly in Infernal. "HELLS. We're locked in!"
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
DM: (2d8 gives you higher min)
Eschaton gasps for breath after the zombie is disengaged from his neck, slowly lifting a hand to feel the shape of the wound.
Eschaton:
DM: (thats cool xD)
DM: (dont forget your healing bonus, and caster lvl)
Eschaton:
DM: (ROUND TIME feel free to yell and scream)
Britta Bardsbane is feeling a bit sick and nervous with having been locked in. She doesn't look grumpy or moody anymore, instead rather focused.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Kitt, when you get back, can you tell me what happened to the zombie Britta hit with 5 damage taken instead of 1?))
Eschaton grips his leaf pendant tightly, his words barely audibly as he speaks the spell. "H-heal..." He slowly traces the wound with a shaky hand, the exposed flesh and muscle rapidly regenerating as he works in a general spiral shape until the missing chunk is missing no longer. Still in a slight state of shock, he tries to stand, stumbling a few steps backwards towards Cauta before falling again, his eyes still wide and heart still pounding from the shock. "Nuh... Never again..."
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, looks some fucker of a donkey lover decided that we're better use to 'em dead."
Britta Bardsbane: "Y'
Britta Bardsbane: ...
Britta Bardsbane: "Y'know, you're basically talking about the donkey there."
Richtor Barsten: "I ain't sly for 'em donkey's if that's what you're trying to get at."
Britta Bardsbane grins. "Never would have even implied it, sweety."
Eschaton:
Cauta shakes her head at Eschaton, nervously eyeing the zombies. "What did we learn, Eschaton?"
Britta Bardsbane: ((If it's combat and you only have one weapon, I don't think so. I dunno how it works with magic-users))
Eschaton takes a moment to catch his breath and settle his nerves a bit before tilting his head back to look at Cauta upside-down. "Care to find out?"
Cauta grimaces, hand tightening on her rapier. "Not in the slightest."
DM: (You just harmed him more Britta, not enough to sever a limb. )
DM: Three zombies trying to kill Britta still!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Britta Bardsbane: ((Aw, okay. So a nice cut into the waist, but no splitting yet))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Eschaton: Eschaton: >
Britta Bardsbane: ((*Sob*))
DM: (You have to move then cast or attack, you can take a 5ft step back without giving anyone a attack on you)
DM: Britta one managed to get ahold of you arm take a chuck out!
Eschaton:
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 4
DM: (take 5 Britta)
Britta Bardsbane: (('kay))
DM: Two other seeing there new closer target going for Richtor
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Britta Bardsbane yells in pain as a chunk of her arm is bitten out.
DM: One manages to find a weak point Richtor in a joint, or your hand even.
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane: ((Did the 15 for Britta's zombie not hit?))
DM: (take 2)
DM: (does a 17 hit you Britta?)
Britta Bardsbane: ((... yes. Just. If Britta was wearing her cloak, it wouldn't have))
Britta Bardsbane: ((AC... right))
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 3
DM: take another 4 Britta
Britta Bardsbane: ((... wait, what?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Only the 17 would have hit))
Britta Bardsbane: ((The 15 couldn't have))
DM: (The 15 hits you also, 15 + there bonuses to melee too)
Britta Bardsbane: ((... aw))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Where'd he bite?))
DM: (>,< I don't know, your shoulder?)
Eschaton: http://puu.sh/13l49>
Britta Bardsbane: ((Same arm?))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'M DA BLUE ONE!))
DM: The last zombie going for Cauta now seeing Richtor left the women alone, she comes moaning for the devil meaet!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((...I hate you.))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((Nice idea with the font colors))
DM: Take 4 Cauta!
DM: Cauta Turn!
Cauta backpedals, but not enough as the zombie manages to bite her forearm, gritting her teeth in pain. "You insufferable corpse! You're going to pay for that!"
Cauta: ((Cauta's first melee attack...this should be entertaining.))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Cauta: ((What do I add for melee?))
DM: (hit! Roll damage)
Richtor Barsten: ((Add Base attack plus strength))
DM: (Melee is Base attack + Str mod, or Dex with a Rapier )
Richtor Barsten: ((That))
Cauta: ((Okay.))
Cauta: ((Gimme a sec for the math))
Cauta rolled a die. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((>.>))
Cauta: ((11))
DM: Cauta as you back step you start hearing the screaming from the violet shroom, wailing about.
Britta Bardsbane shifts her bitten arm and shoulder, flexing her muscles for a moment before deciding she'll be fine.
DM: (Damage is just Str mod)
Cauta: ((Bah.))
DM: Britta turn!
Cauta: ((Then it's 8.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((What about Richtor and Esch?))
DM: (Rapier just lets you HIT with Dex if you want instead of Str)
DM: (DMs: Cauta -> Britta -> Richtor -> Esch))
DM: (GO!)
Britta Bardsbane: ((But didn't I just have a turn before Cauta?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Oh no, don't worry.))
Britta Bardsbane swings one blade at the zombie that bit her arm, the Orgen at the zombie that bit her shoulder.
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 9
DM: (Hit)
Cauta: ((Can you at least tell me how my damage went over before blazing onwards?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((9+4 = 13 dam))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Orgen Blade
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Britta Bardsbane: ((18))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta Bardsbane: ((9))
DM: (Oh sorry) Cauta you bring your blade downward shaving off the womens hand, Britta hack that zombie in two making it fall to the ground and finally stops moving.
DM: (there is still 2 on you and Richtor, and the one on cauta is still there moving slowly)
Britta Bardsbane: ((What about the second zombie I hit with the Orgen?))
DM: (Oh you split the attack.. )
Britta Bardsbane: ((Arm zombie = Normal blade = First rolls))
Britta Bardsbane: ((SHoulder Zombie = Orgen Blade = SEcond rolls))
DM: (You still slay one and harm the second, it's still coming after you. You can see it's jaw is missing, and it's internal drop out of it as you cut it )
DM: (Richtor TURN!)
Britta Bardsbane 's skin turns a paler shade once the internals drop out of the zombie.
DM: ( >,> don't know why but I have people coming into work at 9:40 pm)
Richtor Barsten: ((Are all six zombies still kicking?))
Cauta: ((Weird.))
DM: (No there is one on Cauta, and two on Britta, 2 on You)
DM: (what is Cauta?)
Cauta: ((Just the people coming in. ))
Richtor Barsten rubs the bite on his hand slightly
Richtor Barsten: "Well fuck you too then."
Richtor Barsten swings for the closest
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Richtor Barsten: ((7))
DM: (Miss..)
DM: Eschaton TURN!
Richtor Barsten: ((Oh, and just putting this out there Esch, since I'm taking the hits for you, I could use a little healing too ))
Britta Bardsbane: ((What's everyone's current HP?))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((8.))
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
Richtor Barsten: ((11 out of...I forget...))
Richtor Barsten: ((In retrospect, I should have written that down))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((16/30))
Richtor Barsten: ((I know I had less then Britta))
Richtor Barsten: ((I think it was 28...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I can check))
Richtor Barsten: ((Please))
Britta Bardsbane: ((might take a wee while))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'll do it Kitt's next round. Remind me.))
DM: (Lets keep combat moving!)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Esch's turn!!))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((k))
DM: (Sorry I'm trying to keep combat faster, so we can get to exploring)
Eschaton takes a breath and rises, the adrenaline spike starting to fade. He pockets the pendant, no longer needing it for the moment, then quickly steps towards Cauta, standing behind her as he lays a hand lightly on her shoulder.
Britta Bardsbane: (('Tis dandy))
Eschaton:
Eschaton: <16>
DM: Zombie trying to maw your face Britta!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Eschaton grins as the light streams down her arm, restoring her arm to perfect condition. "Well, you found out."
Britta Bardsbane: ((nuuu!))\
DM: One can't seem to get a grip on you, as the other brings down it's weight trying to drag you down.
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 5
DM: (6 damage Britta)
Cauta rubs her arm for a moment, shaking her head slightly. "Don't let it go to your head.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... crap))
Britta Bardsbane struggles under the weight of the zombie, turning her head in the hopes of avoiding the thing's teeth.
DM: The other two try to fight Richtor.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Eschaton:
DM: But they can't seem to get threw that armor!
DM: (I think your all lvl 2..)
Britta Bardsbane: ((... yeah))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((You'd be cleric class lvl2 and character class lvl2 so long as you haven't multiclassed))
DM: Last one, old ldy that's been beat on is trying her best to get a grib on Cauta.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Eschaton: Alright
DM: But just can't with one hand missing.
Eschaton: *<>*
Richtor Barsten: ((SMEXY ARMOUR!))
DM: Cauta TURN!
Richtor Barsten: ((TANKING IT UP FOR THE CLERIC!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... Sorry, where did the zombie bite Britta? Neck or face?))
Cauta sets her eyes on the zombie, deftly avoiding it's grasps while striking back with her rapier.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DM: (Honestly Britta it's up to But it just raked your side trying to pull you down)
Cauta: ((Plus dex and base attack...))
Cauta: ((19.))
DM: (hit)
Cauta rolled a die. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((5))
Britta Bardsbane: ((hm.))
DM: With grace you dodge to the right before seizing your moment taking off it's head with a fluid strike to the back of the neck as it's body falls lifeless once more.
DM: Britta's TURN!
Britta Bardsbane 's broken armour seems to have been the downfall of her defence during the zombie's last attack. The wound has been reopened and is bleeding everywhere, making a big mess.
Richtor Barsten: ((How many are still kicking?))
DM: (atm two on you two on Britta)
Britta Bardsbane swings the bastard blade at "Failed-Grip-Zombie" and the Orgen blade at "Dragging-Down-Zombie"
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Britta Bardsbane: ((Meh))
DM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0v829LHb4ys
DM: Music if you want it..
Britta Bardsbane: ((Did that hit?))
DM: (idk you have yet to tell me your total)
DM: (Remember your going to roll, then add your bonuses and then tell me the total. Otherwise all I see is the roll)
Britta Bardsbane: ((No total to-hit on the Bastard Blade))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... wait... am I missing something?))
DM: (YES you are..)
Britta Bardsbane: ((... then I've been missing something this whole fight. Help me out?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... then I've been missing something this whole fight. Help me out?))
DM: ( D20 + Base Attack + Str mod - two-weapon fighting..)
Britta Bardsbane: ((... DAMN!))
DM: (No biggy just remember when you roll I don't know if you hit or not. You got to tell me what your total is after you roll.)
Britta Bardsbane: ((6 + 2 + 3 = 9)) ((I have two weapon fighting prof))
DM: (so -2 to hit)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Okay! For the Orgen blade... Sorry I'm so stupid sometimes. XD))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane: ((5))
DM: (WIthout two weapon fighting prof it's a -4)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Okay))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... sorry, that wasn't Orgen blade))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... give me a minute.))
Britta Bardsbane: (( that 5 was damage if the Bastard blade hit))
Britta Bardsbane: ((ORGEN BLADE))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Britta Bardsbane: ((19 since MC))
DM: (That one hits)
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((That's Dragging-Down-Zombie.
Britta Bardsbane: ))
DM: (*rubs forehead* Goin to be a long night.. Round Time xD)
DM: (Roll damage)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane: ((5))
Britta Bardsbane: ((No it isn't... I'm writing this stuff down!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Okay... I'll find Richtor's HP now))
DM: This zombie refuses to give up impaling itself on your sword driving itself closer to you!
DM: Richtor turn
DM: (ROUND)
Richtor Barsten: "Can't you all just...re-die already?"
Richtor Barsten goes for the closest one once again
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Richtor Barsten: ((19))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 7
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
Cauta: ((Holy crap! You ACTUALLY hit!))
Britta Bardsbane struggles with the zombie impaled on her Orgen blade.
Britta Bardsbane: ((And do some nice damage!))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((Heal!))
Eschaton: http://puu.sh/13lKm>
Cauta smirks confidently at her dispatched zombie, spinning her rapier in a small flourish. "Not so hard." She looks to Britta, eyeing the impaled zombie. "You...might want to deal with that."
Britta Bardsbane: ((Richtor, you had 21 HP. I'm just gonna look a bit further to see if you had any more))
Britta Bardsbane spares the others a glance, trying to pull her sword free of the zombie.
Eschaton rubs his palms together, creating small white sparks as he prepares for another set of heals. "Never get cocky. It's too easy to think you've won before it's over."
Britta Bardsbane has blood pouring down from her left shoulder and right arm, covering her hands, and her waist is bloodied at the armor break.
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((Looks like it was just 21, Rich))
Richtor Barsten: ((thank you))
Britta Bardsbane: ((That would be cool, hehe...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Brb quick))
DM: You finally crush that zombie like a mushy sack of gore, making it splatter across the floor!
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((back))
DM: Eschaton turn!
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'm so mad I was forgetting my bonuses... I would have killed these zombies ages ago!))
Eschaton: http://puu.sh/13lKm>
DM: Cauta give me another awareness check!
Britta Bardsbane: ((Website doesn't work))
DM: (How many level 2 spells do you have Vex?)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((10.))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((WOO!))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: "Zombie pasta...wow...that sounded a lot better in my head."
Eschaton:
DM: Cauta you see out of the corner of your eye a zombie seems to be missing, and a blood trait around the corner.
DM: (Then you been casting spells you don't know yet xD You only know Cure Light wounds haha)
Eschaton:
Cauta sees the trail, squinting into the darkness. "We're short one...and I'm not in the mood for surprises..."
DM: (Etherway heal her away, after that is't the two last zombies turns. One on Britta, and one on Richtor)
Cauta: ((SNEAK PAST THE ZOMBIES))
DM: (Ya but it requires you to beable to cast lvl 2 spells)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Cauta: ((21))
Eschaton:
DM: You easily past by them, but it's the zombies turns after Eschaton heals Britta
Cauta: ((Cauta is like Batman.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Wait, wait... so the one on my blade is actually dead?))
DM: (no)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta Bardsbane: ((... then I have another one that I failed to hit.))
Cauta: ((noooo...one is missing.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((ohhhh...))
Cauta: ((That's what Cauta noticed))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Duh. Sorry guys... my brain is like... DUH!))
DM: It's not dead yet, but it's trying to claw it's way up your sword, digging it's chest all the way to the hilt guard grasping at your face, and grabbing some hair.
Cauta: ((Hence why she just went Batman and stealthed by.))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM: And the only other one is still unable to find a good place to bite Richtor.
Britta Bardsbane tries pushing the blade's hilt away, attempting to keep her face and hair out of the zombie's reach.
DM: Cauta turn)
Britta Bardsbane winces a bit as her hair is pulled.
Eschaton slips past Cauta and hurries over to Britta, letting the white sparks pour out of his hands like water, watching and guiding them to the worst of Britta's injuries. He blinks as the sparks suddenly stop appearing and curses in Celestial under his breath. "Great, almost out of magic..."
Britta Bardsbane continues struggling with the zombie, sparing a moment to thank Esch with a weak grin.
Cauta slips by the zombies, peering cautiously around the corner and listening for any of the tell tale groans and moans of a zombie.
Britta Bardsbane: ((How much HP do I regain?))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Cauta: ((17))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((oh, sweet!))
DM: (You hear the sound of bones snapping, and see nothing but the bloody remains of part of a zombie on the stone floor.)
DM: Britta your turn!
Eschaton:
Cauta grimaces. "That's...not a good sign."
DM: (Sorry Vex could you heal her the normal amount? D8 +3?)
DM: (let me check..)
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane props her Bastard blade against one side of the zombie's neck, then uses the leverage to hopefully rip the zombie's waist open with her Orgen blade imbedded in its torso. ((If the bastard blade works, it should chop off the zombie's head. If it doesn't, it works for leverage for the Orgen blade.))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane: ((Crap. Leverage it is.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((ORgen blade: ))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Eschaton: http://puu.sh/13m3O>
Britta Bardsbane: ((21)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 3
Britta Bardsbane: (()
Britta Bardsbane: ((21 to hit. 8 for dam))
DM: (6 lvl ones, and 6 lvl zeros Vex)
DM: (You finally kill that bastard is very gory fashion!)
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane watches the body fall down, splattering blood and the rest of the internals all over her boots.
DM: (That's me giving you DOUBLE the number of spell you would normally have Vex)
Richtor Barsten: ((So one more in front of me right?))
DM: Richtor you still got one zombie left.. and it's all yours!
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane stands for a moment to catch her breath, then shakes off some of the blood from her hands before wiping her bloody blades on the rags of clothing remaining on the dead zombie before her. She sheathes her swords.
Britta Bardsbane: ((This fight has taken 2 hours, hehe. If I'd been adding my bonuses... *grumbles to self*))
Richtor Barsten: "DIE DIE DIE!"
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Richtor Barsten: ((21))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 7
DM: (For sake of simplicity they are 'open slots' meaning you can cast whatever )
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
Eschaton:
DM: DIE DIE DIE! -As your make another large bloody splatter bring your hammer upward knocking it's head clear off toward Britta.
DM: (( HOLY CRAP That combat ended finally!))
Britta Bardsbane doesn't think to duck, having just sheathed her swords.
Britta Bardsbane: ((TWO HOURS!!))
DM: (adventure-ish mode, meaning no real turn order)
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: "I feel like I should say something witty, having decapitated a zombie with a hammer..."
Richtor Barsten: "But everything feels cliche..."
DM: (If you have enough spells )
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane is hit in the leg with the zombie's head. She looks down as it bounces off... then stumbles to the side, clutching her belly.
Britta Bardsbane gags a few times, leaning against a wall for support.
DM: (but how many times have you cast spells this day? Remember the adventure before hand you healed Britta I believe, your going to have to count them all)
Eschaton:
DM: (Everyday you rest, and pray you refill spells.)
Richtor Barsten: "Oh right...sorry about that luv."
Cauta glances back at the others, speaking in a slightly hushed tone. "Something else is down here. Or can you not hear that?" She motions around the corner, hoping not to alert whatever is breaking the bones.
DM: Anyone looking for Git?
Richtor Barsten: ((Well that's ok, I'll be the only one going without healing))
Richtor Barsten: ((Not that I need it or anything >.>))
Richtor Barsten: ((Just totally went body guard for you is all))
Richtor Barsten: (( ))
Britta Bardsbane takes a while to get herself under control, but seems to swallow and everything is better. She straightens up, looking about for Git.
Richtor Barsten: "Well then...I guess only one way to find out."
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Richtor Barsten wanders around the corner
Britta Bardsbane: ((17))
Eschaton:
DM: Git can be found at the top of the ladder banging at the cellar door cursing in goblin.
DM: Richtor as you turn around the corner you see the bloody mess dragged down a long hallway without going any farther in.
DM: (Turn Undead is not a spell, you may use it a number of times per day equal to your Cleric level I believe)
Richtor Barsten: "...huh."
Britta Bardsbane moves to the bottom of the ladder and looks up at Git. "Is it just locked?" she asks. "Or is something on top of it too?"
Eschaton:
Cauta steps around the corner with Richtor, eyes fixed on the gore. "This doesn't bode well..."
DM: Git comes sliding down the ladder before closing Erwins eye lids- "I'm not sure I can't get any real leverage from that angle.. Why the hell did they kill Erwin? Poor bastard, guess he can be with his wife atleast.."
DM: (Question, Comments, Checks, what are you doing people?)
Britta Bardsbane looks at Erwin's mangled body, then up the ladder again.
DM: (Detail is nice also.)
DM: Britta you can see Git digging in Erwin pockets for coin.. hehe
Cauta glances back around the corner at Git, seemingly unphased by his disrespect for the dead. "Snitchgit, is there anything other than zombies down here?"
Richtor Barsten readies warhammer
Eschaton wriggles his fingers, frowning to himself as a few small sparks appear then fade, growling softly and making a fist before turning to the group. "What now?"
DM: The room your in is about 30 ft wide by 40 ft long, with broken wet catacombs turning to the left, and digging farther down north.
Richtor Barsten: "Stay here, I'll give you the signal if it's something I can't handle."
Richtor Barsten wanders down the hallway
Britta Bardsbane wipes her bloody hands together a couple of times, then moves to the edge of the hallway and waits for Richtor to come back.
Britta Bardsbane glances about as she waits.
Britta Bardsbane: Checking the shadows.
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Britta Bardsbane: ((20))
Eschaton: Eschaton: >
DM: Git keeps digging for a while before moving to zombies ripping very small purple mushrooms off the dead bodies and stuffing them into a sack.- "Honestly.. I have no clue. This place was abandoned a LONG time ago.. this is as far as me and Crow's group gone."
DM: (Britta you notice little as light from Vex Light spell fades and you walk away from him.)
DM: Richtor give me a listen check!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Richtor Barsten: ((3))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... it was on a rock clenched between Britta's teeth...))
Richtor Barsten: (9I be deaf dwarf))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I forgot to mention she was talking around it))
DM: (the spell still ended recently it's pitch black almost)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Britta Bardsbane drops the rock.
Eschaton:
Cauta sighs, rubbing her fingers on the bridge of her nose. "Perfect." She stares after Richtor, an unpleasant feeling settling into her gut. "There are better ways to go about this than by marching into Hells knows what, Richtor!"
DM: Richtor give me a grabble check, as you feel something leap on your back.)
Eschaton:
DM: (Yea Vex.)
DM: (Six Level Zero's SIX level 1's)
Britta Bardsbane wipes her hands on her armor, getting most of the blood off, then reaches up and frees her tangled hair from a leather band before tying up in a pony tail once more.
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((I have darkvision like Richtor, can I see this?))
DM: (It's a decently long hallway but you manage to see him flail about I guess.)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
DM: Also everyone but Britta notices the large purple growths on the walls and ground.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Richtor Barsten: ((6))
Richtor Barsten: "What the fuck! Get the fuck off me!"
DM: Richtor you smell something terrible on your back and it seems to be clawing rather at your neck, and head.
DM: (give me a fort save)
Eschaton looks around, sensing that something is off. "What else is here...?"
Cauta blinks as she notices Richtor flailing about, opening her mouth in question before taking a few steps into the hallway. "Richtor? Everything alrigh-" She blinks at his shout, before hurrying forward. "Hells! Stupid bloody dwarf!"
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
DM: DM -> Richtor -> Cauta - Eschaton -> Britta if she gets there
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane sighs and draws her swords again, moving forward after Cauta seeing as Cauta can actually see.
DM: (Britta it's completely black, you can't really even see Cauta)
DM rolled a die with 1 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane follows the sound of Richtor's yells then.
Cauta: ((Yeaaah...the blackskinned tiefling ain't great for following in the dark. XD))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Excellent roll, old chap!))
DM: Richtor you feel yourself fighting feel a sharp prick in your neck and body go stiff as a board.
DM: Cauta turn!
DM: As you come up to the scene you see what looks like a rather bony looking humaniod with it's skin pulled tightly to its bone, and blood dripping downs face.
Richtor Barsten: "Oh, well that's not go-"
Richtor Barsten drops
DM: http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/dx0613...
Britta Bardsbane fervently wishes humans could see in the dark.
DM: (Richtor your still awake just can't move for a bit.)
Cauta grimaces at the sight of it, but wastes no time driving a powerful thrust at the creature. In the back of her mind, it...almost seems familiar.
DM: (I tried to give you a lamp >,< Britta)
Cauta: ((Doing attack and Sol))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((11))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'm sorrrrrry!!!))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Have to reroll.))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Cauta: ((...balls.))
Cauta: ((SoL = 7))
DM: As you drive forward you see the creature duck back out of your reach dragging Richtor closer growling at you. And you think you remembered what this thing is. A Cousin of the Choker you think, that feeds off peoples blood. xD
DM: Eschaton turn!
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane follows the sound of the growl, a little hesitantly seeing as she can't see too well.
Cauta glares at the thing. "Hands off! I need that bloody dwarf for later!"
Cauta: ((CAUTA NEEDS EMPLOYEES DAMMIT!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Question... Britta is covered in blood... isn't she a more appealing target than Rich?))
DM: You can't see at all Britta, that;'s my point. With the cellar door shut you are underground in a broken flooded catacombs. Of a old dwarf city.
DM: (( If Cauta was right on what it is, maybe))
Britta Bardsbane isn't happy.
DM: (Heck even Eschaton can't see right now ether. He only has low-light vision)
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Cauta is NOT right on what it was. XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((Can I still talk?))
DM: Round time, after that it's Britta turn and Richtor and mumble something as some feeling comes back into him
Britta Bardsbane: (*muses over inventory and what she may be able to use*))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Brb, gonna grab a snack))
Cauta: ((I can loan you my bullseye. Just mention not being able to see and Cauta can give it to you.))
Eschaton sighs. "I was hoping to save this for later, but since we need it now..." Crouching low, he sweeps one leg around to create a circle in the dirt. "Please light our way! Celestial fire beetle!" As he rises, soft light fills the etched circle like water and a large fire beetle rises from the gate. As it takes form, ornate patters appear on its shell that cast a bright glow. Once it has fully materialized, it dashes into the hallway, illuminating the creature and the surroundings with brilliant light, and he follows it quickly.
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((...a fucking beetle?))
Cauta: ((*facepalms*))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane visibly jumps when she sees the beetle, but her attention quickly switches to the creature over Richtor. "Aw, crap..."
Eschaton:
Eschaton "Sorry I'm late. What exactly is it?"
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'm gonna roll for knowledge. I have no mod.))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Eschaton:
DM: Britta you don't know, Eschaton clearly knows if he rolls me a religion check)
DM: The Ghoul gnarls more seeing his prey wasn't alone, but with Cauta in the front and so much smaller it takes it chance and lashes out at her!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Eschaton: http://puu.sh/13mOA>
Britta Bardsbane: ((I can't access that website))
DM: (It's a ghoul Eschaton, they eat things..)
Eschaton:
DM: (Also use this roller plz)
Eschaton:
DM: Cauta what's your AC, dopes the 18 hit?)
DM rolled a die with 3 sides. The die showed: 2
DM: As it claws out at you Cauta it manages to just scratch you dealing 2 points of damage, and you still sicken.. (Fort save)
Eschaton "Wait..." He looks closer at the creature. "A ghoul? Here?"
DM: (Ghouls also smell, eat dead things, are undead, and can Paralysis whenever they bite or claw them)
Britta Bardsbane glances at Esch, nearing the creature with both swords drawn. "What do you know about them?"
DM: (I'm waiting on Cauta Fort save then it's Richtors turn...)
Cauta: ((moment.))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta: ((15.))
DM: (You feel stiffness in that arm, like it falling asleep but that's it.)
DM: Richtor I'm sorry to say you are still unable to move for this turn, Cauta turn!
Britta Bardsbane: ((DM -> Richtor -> Cauta - Eschaton -> Britta))
Britta Bardsbane: ((meee!!!))
DM: (You spent your turn catching up like eschaton, it's a long hallway and you two were in the other room)
Eschaton takes a small step backwards. "They're flesh-eaters, similar to zombies but worse. They can smell dead flesh and enjoy eating it, but aren't averse to meals that still contain life. And..." He winces slightly as the ghoul makes contact with Britta. "...their skin contains a paralyzing toxin."
Britta Bardsbane: ((... aw.))
Cauta shakes her arm slightly, glaring at the ghoul. "I'm growing more and more sick of this place..." She lunges with her rapier again, trying to take out the ghoul quickly.
Britta Bardsbane: ((*pouts*))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((10.))
Cauta: ((Oh, and for future reference, unless my cloak changed it...16 is my AC.))
DM: It seems to quick for you Cauta faster then you thought possible for a undead, but you can tell it has a hence of intelligent as it fights trying to keep Richtor inbetween you two.
DM: (Also Eschaton Elves have immunity to this paralysis.)
DM: (Eschaton turn and Beetle then Brittas)
Eschaton:
DM: (And it is evil so you can smite it)
DM: (Britta give me a hearing check)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Britta Bardsbane: ((20))
DM: You can hear Git yelp for a split moment, then go silent.
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane glances behind her, back up the hallway. It's too dark out of the reach of the beetle's light, so she can't see far.
Eschaton:
DM: (That's fine just keep moving, trying to get the party use to combat so it flows more easier)
DM: (Yes)
Eschaton:
DM: Yea.
Britta Bardsbane makes a sound like a grunt. "I think Git got himself in trouble back there. Heard him squeak."
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM: (D20 + str + Base attack)
Eschaton:
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Eschaton: <20 then>
DM: You manage to get ahold of it's wrist barely keeping it's claws from doing any real damage to you.
DM: Beetle turn!
Cauta growls under her breath. "Someone go check on him then. We need him alive, useful at this point or not."
Britta Bardsbane glances at Cauta. "Can't be me that goes. I have useless eyes, remember."

Eschaton:
DM: (D20 that's all )
Eschaton:
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
DM: Even with you grabbling it, the beetle is unable to get a clear attack in with you wrestling it.
DM: Britta the Bard Slayer Babe, it is your turn..)
Eschaton strolls past Cauta almost casually. He sidesteps a swipe from the ghoul as he approaches, grabbing the wrist and holding it tightly. "You are annoying..."
Britta Bardsbane moves around Eschaton so she won't hit him, and also to get inbetween the ghoul and Richtor, then swings with both Bastard and Orgen blades at the ghoul.
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta Bardsbane: ((14))
DM: (Hit)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 10
Britta Bardsbane: ((14))
Britta Bardsbane: ((ORGEN BLADE: ))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Britta Bardsbane: ((13))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta Bardsbane: ((14))
DM: Seems that double bladed side swipe cuts the little bugger in two, giving Richtor a bath is gore almost.
Britta Bardsbane wipes her blades clean, sheathes them, then crouches down next to Richtor. "Sorry about the mess... you okay?"
DM: The ghoul screams for a moment wiggling before falling still.
DM: (Richtor is ok now!)
Eschaton:
DM: (Out of Combat!)
Cauta shakes her head at the gore, already backpedalling down the hall towards Git's yelp. She treads softly, hoping the goblin is fine but not really wanting to run into another one of those ghouls.
Cauta: ((Stealth roll.))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((13.))
Eschaton drops the limp ghoul almost in disgust. "Nasty creatures."
DM: (I'll give ya 1 min, so it can by just following ya.)
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((QUAKER!))
DM: Cauta you are stealthy but lets see what you see.. Spot check!
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Cauta: ((18))
Richtor Barsten: "Mmmb, bluuuh...What the hell bloody ganker!"
Richtor Barsten gives the lifeless paralyzer thing a kick
DM: You manage to spot all the zombies bodies gone and dragged off into the downward tunnel north of you. Also you find nothing but Git's clothing laying on the ground.
Richtor Barsten: "Don't worry about the bath luv, it's all good."
Eschaton reaches down to offer a hand to Richtor. "Sorry we couldn't stop it sooner. Couldn't really see it."
Britta Bardsbane grins a bit, wiping the edge of her sleeve briefly over Richtor's face to get off a bit of blood. She then glances about for Cauta. "Uhm... where'd she go?"
Richtor Barsten: "It's ok, I'm the one with the armour so it's better for me to take the first hits anyways."
Richtor Barsten accepts the hand and is brought up
Richtor Barsten: "Hmmm...one way to find out."
Richtor Barsten: "CAUTA WHERE THE HELL ARE YA?!"
DM: Then you hear a small 'ummff' And see Git come back into view completely naked, putting his pants back on and everything. Your eyes kinda play a trick on you, as his skin seems to meld with the background.- "Little arses spooked me.. thought it be best to duck and hide till ya'll got done baby sitting.."
Eschaton points over shoulder towards the hallway entrance. "I'd advise not being too loud, we don't know what else might be down here, or how well it can hear.>
Britta Bardsbane puts a hand over Richtor's mouth. "Oi, shush!"
Eschaton: "
Cauta looks about, pausing and kneeling by Git's clothing. "What in the hells..?" Staring off down the northern tunnel, she frowns. "I'm growing sick of this place." Richtor's shout echoes down the hall, and she sighs heavily into her hand. The dwarf...had no concept of quiet. "A-" Snitchgit's appearance makes her blink, before diverting her eyes. "And why did you take your clothes off?!"
DM: Whatever can see and hear and smell. Is the surrounding area seems to be a broken damp catacomb of a sort, and the tunnel leading north is littered in purple shreekers, that scream each time you get close to them. Shaking violently.
Eschaton waves a hand a Britta while looking at the beetle. "Britta, would you give me a hand with this?"
Richtor Barsten wanders back to Cauta
Richtor Barsten: "Who take off what clothes now?"
Britta Bardsbane wanders to Esch and looks at the beetle. "Want me to carry it?"
DM: Git pays it no mind as you get a clear look at his private areas, he just snorts a bit- "It's the trade mark of us swamp gobbers.. we can camouflage ourself..."
Cauta growls. "Charming. Put your damn clothes back on!"
DM: (Eschaton just to tell you, the Beetle will vanish and so will it's shell. Only beetles you find in that plane that aren't summon can you do that. Sorry man)
Eschaton:
DM: (Sorry man, it's in the rules otherwise alot summons would become broke xD)
Britta Bardsbane: ((SO... beetle poof?))
Cauta: ((...is that really how it works? Cause the text doesn't suggest as such.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((If the beetle was a companion, it'd work. It's just a summon, though.))
Britta Bardsbane then stops and looks at Esch. "It's a giant beetle. I'm not carrying it. It can walk... though won't it like... 'time out' in a minute?"
DM: (( If I had the players handbook on me I could point it out, trust me yes it's how it works. Cause a summoned creature is made from magic and not actually teleported from that plane. It differs depending on how strong the summon is))
Eschaton tilts his head to look at it for another moment, then shakes his head. "Nah, never mind, we can't use the shell." He crouches down on one knee and beckons to the beetle, petting it affectionately as it comes closer. He lifts it up and lets it scuttle up to sit on his shoulder as he moves back towards Cauta and Git. "Hey, he won't be able to stick around for long. Still got that lantern handy?"
DM: Alright so your back in the bottom room, to your Northwest is the long hallway the Ghoul was camping out in, to the North is cramp tunnel leading downward and seems very leaky, to the East is a stone wall.
Britta Bardsbane follows Esch.
Britta Bardsbane: ((... he has a giant beetle on his shoulder?))
Eschaton: Eschaton: >
DM: (Also Britta you would have ZERO idea if the spell timed out. Magic you know nothing about really. just a fyi)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Ah, okay))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Okay. I'll try and remember for later.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... I'm having a bad munchkin day, aren't I? XD))
DM: (Ideas on what everyone wants to do? Seaching how, where, looking, exploring, casting, eating, resting ect..?)
DM: (xD You are actually, I just wasn't going to say it)
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane looks at Git for a moment, raises an eyebrow, then glances away.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Yeah... feel free to say that sorta stuff. Usually means I need a little extra help.))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: "Oh look, more blood...and since we can't get out the way we came in..."
DM: Git seems to remove a small vial before shaking it and lighting out a small part infront of him.
Richtor Barsten follows the blood trail
DM: Git- "I didn't have a lamp, that was Erwin... I do have this though.."
Cauta glances over her shoulder. "Yes, I do. You need it, I assume?" She stands properly, pulling her pack off. "Richtor. Stay put a damn minute or you're going to end up dead."
Richtor Barsten looks over
Richtor Barsten: "Do you see another blood way out of here?"
Richtor Barsten pauses
Richtor Barsten: "That was a pun and I didn't even know it."
DM: Richtor you start to notice the tunnel isn't really cramp as it is crowded with large purple mushrooms, screaming when you get close to any of them.
Richtor Barsten: *bloody
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, screamin mushrooms!"
Cauta glares sharply. "I'm not saying we won't go. I'm saying wait. Not everyone can see in the dark like me and you."
Britta Bardsbane rubs at her face for a bit before yawning.
DM: (It is about 7pm in game time also)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Not that we'd know, hehe...))
Britta Bardsbane glances at Git and the vial. "How are you with seeing in the dark without that?" she asks.
Eschaton nods as Git pulls out a light of some sort, then touches his shoulder for the beetle to rest on his hand. "Thank you for the assistance. Safe travels to you, little friend." He tosses the beetle up into the air, watching it disappear in a small burst of light before the darkness returns. "I don't really need the lantern. But I'm almost out of magic, we don't have much light anymore, and we need to get out of here."
DM: Git groans holding his petty light up checking the walls for something, and making sure he doesn't stray too close to the violet mushrooms.
DM: Git simply answers with a 'you should know' tone- "Cat's Eye..."
DM: (Looks like Cauta is the leader at the moment xD I'm going to do this round early take this time to sort out whatever and talk)
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane wanders after Richtor for a bit, trying her best to see in the more dimly-lit areas. Her eyes have adjusted somewhat, but it's still just a bit too difficult to see outside of the range of the vial's light.
Cauta raises an eyebrow at the Cat's Eye. "Well, won't need to waste any oil with that thing around." She shoots a look towards Richtor, before sighing heavily. "Well, seeing as we're locked down here by someone...we need to find a way out." She goes quiet for a moment, before snapping her fingers. "If we can make a torch...we can follow the smoke out of these...catacombs."
Britta Bardsbane: ((Thunder here!!!))
Cauta: ((Cauta getting all sciency up in this bitch.))
Cauta: ((And that's fact that smoke does that. <.< )
Britta Bardsbane glances at Cauta. "I have a torch I keep for emergencies."
Britta Bardsbane slides her pack off her shoulders and sets it on the ground before rummaging through it. "I have some flint and steel in here too, somewhere."
Richtor Barsten: "Wait a tick..."
Britta Bardsbane: ((MORE THUNDER!!!))
Richtor Barsten: "You had a torch this entire time, even when we were in the caves..."
Richtor Barsten: "And rather than light it, and fight with sight."
Cauta grins. "Now we're getting somewhere."
Britta Bardsbane stops and just grins at Richtor.
Richtor Barsten: "You swung blind and wandered around bumping into stuff..."
Britta Bardsbane 's smile isn't a 'oops' smile. It's a sly smile.
Cauta: ((...oh that's fucking priceless. Kate, you forgot, didn't you?))
Richtor Barsten: "Am I the only one that thinks she has ale somewhere on her person? Cause I want it."
Britta Bardsbane: ((nope! I didn't. ))
Britta Bardsbane just grins more. "That's for emergencies too."
Richtor Barsten: "This is an emergency! If we can't get out of here, I ain't being trapped down here sober!"
Eschaton shrugs. "Does anyone know if those... what were they... screaming mushrooms, are they sentient?"
Cauta watches for a moment, shaking her head at the dwarf and barbarian. "I'd rather not be trapped here at all..." Taking a look at one of the mushrooms, she shakes her head. "No. My opinion? Don't touch it, we'll be fine."
Britta Bardsbane shakes her head and pulls the torch free of the bag. She rests it across her knees as she sits down cross-legged on the floor and pulls out the flint and steel. She looks up at Richtor. "An emergency is where you're pulling at straws. In those caves back there, I had you to guide me and I needed my hands free for combat. In here, I haven't used it because you lot know where you're going. If I had, say, become separated, I would have had to rely on a torch."
Britta Bardsbane gives Richtor a sly look. "Plus... if I had used the torch, you wouldn't have held my hand to get us outta there." She winks playfully at him, then gets to work on the flint and steel.
Cauta groans. "If you're done being painfully obvious...I'd like to smell something OTHER than corpses before today is over."
Richtor Barsten: "Awww now aren't you cute, but you didn't answer the question."
Richtor Barsten: "Ale, yay? Nay?"
Britta Bardsbane: "It's wine." Britta lights the torch and holds it up while she puts away the flint and steel and again shoulders her pack. She remains cross-legged on the ground.
Eschaton pats Cauta's shoulder. "If it's any consolation, we've killed half a dozen zombies, a ghoul and a screamer, and we're still alive."
Britta Bardsbane: "Choker," Britta mutters.
Britta Bardsbane holds the torch up and watches the smoke gathering.
Eschaton waves a hand dismissively. "Whatever it is. We're all alive."
DM: (Actually she didn't have the torch cause she left her bag at Mule's Sack I thought? xD)
Britta Bardsbane: ((No, she went back))
Cauta: ((After the job.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Before the shopping. Only the chicken was left behind))
DM: (^^)
Cauta: ((He's got ya. You didn't have it in the hole with Quaker.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... oh, damn.))
DM: You smoke sure does rise toward the hallway with the Ghoul in it.
DM: (THE DM KNOWS ALL)
Britta Bardsbane suddenly pauses and looks at Richtor. "Y'know, the torch was in my bag... and I didn't have my bag in that hole."
Richtor Barsten: "Smoke go towards bloody hallway..."
Richtor Barsten: "Well then...sooo...THERE WERE BEATLES!"
Britta Bardsbane gets to her feet and starts walking after the smoke. "Well it wasn't my fault I can't light them up with magic like Eschaton here can!"
Cauta glances down the hallway before motioning down it. "You're welcome to go first, Richtor."
Richtor Barsten: "Fine, I will!"
Richtor Barsten wanders down the hallway FIRST!
Cauta: ((...urgh. This is kinda starting to bug me.))
Britta Bardsbane kicks him in the bum as he passes.
Britta Bardsbane: ((What is?))
Richtor Barsten: "Watch it girl, I will smite you down where you stand!"
Eschaton shrugs. "I'm not all-powerful, I can only summon lesser creatures for a short amount of time. Without it, we wouldn't have known what we were up against, or if we hit it rather than you."
DM: As you reach the end of the hallway you see it's been collapsed in, and there seems to be water trickling down from some the rocks on the roof. The smoke on the otherhand seems to slowly rise into some very small cracks in the roof off to the side though. Which looks about 1-2 inches wide, and about 20 ft up..
Cauta: ((it's just a little annoying at times how lightning quick you two go off. Makes it hard to respond.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Sorry... I'll try to slow down. I obviously need to with my munchkin day too...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((P.S., Kitt, check facebook. ))
DM: Git seems to follow you holding the tiny vial infront of him.
Cauta follows quietly at the back of the group, slowly sheathing her rapier as she walks. She whispers back at Snitchgit. "Any idea who would want to lock you down here?"
Britta Bardsbane unsheathes her Orgen blade as she walks, still holding the torch until they find where the smoke is escaping. "Huh... guess I should put this out, then."
Eschaton follows the group into the hallway, keeping pace near Cauta but staying alert for nearby magic.
DM: Git seems quiet more then ever- "I've been trying to figure that out.. But I couldn't get a word from Erwin, his neck was snapped... Could be Crow.. could be someone else.. Heck could be someone after one of ya. You double crossed anyone lately?"
DM: Eschaton you feel no magic in the area.
Britta Bardsbane: "I made a dwarf mad."
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((Wait, scratch that... another munchkin moment. GAAAH))
DM: Git looks at the inside of his cloak counting several potions and vials.- "Not much Cat's Eye left.." -he seems to be counting some yellow vials that labeled
Britta Bardsbane knocks the torch against the wall, the impact extinguishing it. She tucks it away within her bag again.
DM: (Sorry guys not holding your hand this adventure, good luck!)
Cauta shakes her head. "None that I'm aware of..." She pauses. "Unless you count the half-orc we let get away." She sighs, rubbing her forehead again. "If we don't get this sorted quickly...I might miss my appointment."
Cauta: ((....why the balls did you just extinguish the torch?))
Britta Bardsbane looks up at the roof where the water is trickling from.
Richtor Barsten stares at Britta
Richtor Barsten: "Do you have something against seeing ya daft woman?"
Britta Bardsbane: ((Because we know where the smoke is going out... and I'm stupid.))
DM: (Britta is a barbarian leave her int out this!)
Britta Bardsbane glances at Richtor. "Yes, it's all a ruse just so you can hold my hand again. No! I needed both hands."
Eschaton looks up at the hole in the ceiling, then at the walls. "Is this our way out?"
Britta Bardsbane leans her Orgen blade against her leg as she rummages through her bag again.
DM: Git chuckles holding up his tiny light- "Depends.. can you shrink us all to the size of cockroaches? Otherwise we're going need to find another way.."
Cauta groans for a moment. "Of course it'd just lead to a tiny hole..." Rubbing her temples, she paces in place, thinking.
Britta Bardsbane 's hand returns with a coil of rope. She shoulders the bag again, then starts tying the rope around the sword's hilt.
Cauta: ((How is me using a science fact getting our hand held? ))
DM: (( It's not, you still got a ways to go.))
Eschaton shakes his head. "I can't change sizes yet, but if we can widen the hole, I think I could get up there."
DM: (I know two out of your party can find things others can't.)
Britta Bardsbane looks at Esch. "That's my idea..."
DM: Git kinda takes a step back
Britta Bardsbane glances up a the the hole, then at Esch again. "You can't... make things like... float in midair, can you?"
Britta Bardsbane: ((I keep reading 'science fart'...))
DM: Git- "You do know why this place was abandoned right? The strong underground river that makes Old Town all soggy and wet, might I add cave ins?"
Cauta steps back with a frown. "You drown us, I'm feeding you to a devil."
Britta Bardsbane pauses and looks at Git, then swears loudly in Orc.
Britta Bardsbane looks at her sword with the rope tied about its hilt, at the dripping holes in the ceiling, then at the floor.
DM: (Tick-tok-tick-tok)
Eschaton shakes his head again. "I can't do that either, sadly."
Britta Bardsbane looks back to Git. "How deep down do you reckon we are?"
Richtor Barsten searches the area
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten: ((13))
Richtor Barsten: "Wait, if there's water comin in there, and we're possibly underneath a river...
DM: Richtor knows how deep we are, close to 50 foot under Old Town if he had to guess.
Richtor Barsten: "Might I add that it's rather hard to swim in two tons of steel armour."
Britta Bardsbane looks at Richtor. "Then making a hole bigger is a dumb idea."
Cauta: ((Okay...give me our surroundings again...))
Richtor Barsten: "I'd say we're about 50 feet underneath Old town, give or take."
Britta Bardsbane sighs and puts the rope away, untying it from her Orgen blade's hilt. She holds the sword in her hand for a moment, then rubs at her face again.
Cauta: ((Because I have cats that need herded out of this catacomb.))
DM: You are in the North West area which is the long hallway leading to where you are now. If you go back your in the catacombs area.. To the North of that is the cramp hallway of mushrooms, and to the East of the Catacombs is a Stone wall, made from handmade stone.
Cauta: ((And there's more hallway still to go?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((It's caved in))
DM: ((^^))
Richtor Barsten: "Well, I'm going to go check for something else somewhere else."
Richtor Barsten wanders back into the main area
Cauta: ((Alright. This is precisely why I like when it's not post post post. You lose me so fast.))
Britta Bardsbane follows Richtor. "No where to go back there anyways."
DM: ALright Richtor what are you doing?
Richtor Barsten: "hmmm..."
Richtor Barsten inspect STONE WALL!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Richtor Barsten: ((17))
Eschaton tilts his head, then taps Cauta's shoulder. "When we arrived in Old Town... Weren't there a few ladders in holes?"
DM: Richtor you managed to notice with your innate stone cunning skills that one section seems to be a wall hidden door. Or other races would say hidden.
Richtor Barsten: "Huh...thought so."
Cauta nods. "There were, but if there's no telling whether or not these tunnels will even connect to one of them..."
Richtor Barsten activates the hidden door
DM: brb
Richtor Barsten: ((...))
Richtor Barsten: ((Bastard))
Britta Bardsbane is just judging by sound at this point. Her hand briefly pats Richtor's shoulder as if to check if he's still there.
Richtor Barsten: "Did you want me to bark or something?"
Britta Bardsbane: "Huh?"
Richtor Barsten: "Patting me like I'm a hound or something."
Richtor Barsten: "as if to say 'good boy, you found the hidden door in the stone wall.'"
DM: The pressure plate releases and the old stone dwarf door opens, slowly and stop 1/4 the way.. But enough for you all to fit in.
Britta Bardsbane is silent a moment, then pats him a bit harder on his head, making an audible 'whack whack' sound. "I didn't even know there was a door."
Richtor Barsten: "Oh...OH, right, cause your blind because you put out your torch."
Richtor Barsten: "CAUTA! ESCHATON!"
Cauta glances back down the hallway, towards Richtor and Britta. "I truly hope they won't always be this chatty..." As the wall peels open, she tilts her head. "Tragically they have their uses."
Britta Bardsbane: "Hey, it only goes for an hour, then it dies... I might need it later!"
Richtor Barsten: "Oh, you mean when it's completely dark and you can't see?"
Cauta: ((I'm curious if we'd even have the concept of an hour in this setting..."
Cauta: ))*
Britta Bardsbane makes a smell check on the new entrance.
Richtor Barsten: "But anyways, come on."
DM: Git is right there with his din light Britta- "Good you found something! Thank Gods.."
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Britta Bardsbane: ((9))
Richtor Barsten looks inside
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Richtor Barsten: ((18))
DM: Britta it smells damp and moldy. It looks like a set of stone stairs, with fewer violet mushrooms..
Eschaton perks his ears up at the call, then follows Cauta towards the voice.
Eschaton:
DM: (Down)
Britta Bardsbane looks at Richtor, then flourishes her hand. "After you, Richie."
DM: Ok so how is going down in what order, doing what?))
Cauta: -w-
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: "Oh joy, we're going farther down."
Britta Bardsbane: ((I want night goggles!!!))
Richtor Barsten: "Fine I'll go first...Britty Titty."
Richtor Barsten wanders in, muttering something in Dwarven how there's no good nicknames for 'Britta'
Cauta: ((Seriously! Wait.))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((Dude, I wandered away from my computer and came back before you got up a response))
Cauta: ((I don't type a line then post it.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Patience, guys. Come on.))
Eschaton: to indicate that we're writing>
Cauta: ((It's just annoying as hell to be just about done...then someone tosses up something wee that makes it completely frigging moot.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((You can always tell him to stop going any further down. Come on, let's move on.))
Cauta: ((Yeah.))
Cauta: -w-
Britta Bardsbane: ((So rainy here...))
Cauta tilts her head as she approaches, watching Richtor go through the door. "We'll be halfway intelligent about this from here on out. Britta, stick with me at the back. I can at least see what might come from behind us, and you can help me deal with anything if something tries our back." She turns to Eschaton, nodding after Richtor. "Keep watch with him as he goes down. Snitchgit, any objections as to being in the middle?" She doesn't wait for a response. "Good, let's go."
Cauta: ((Strategy.))
DM: The tunnel looks very old, and the stairs eroded by the none stop sound of what can only be water. It's 10 ft long and the sides are scattered with purple mushrooms, as you walk by then you notice the rather large amount of bones underneath them and see a few flailing four long slender vine like arms. The air starts to fill with a strange odor, something fruity, yet decayed.
Richtor Barsten: "Huh...smells like my third wife's mother. God damn ugly bitch that one."
Britta Bardsbane leans against the door and waits for everyone to pass through. "Sounds fair enough," she says. "Also, with Git and his Cat Eye thing, I'll be able to see a bit better if he's in front."
DM: (So Richtor you first in line?)
Richtor Barsten: ((Yeah))
Richtor Barsten: ((Who else ))
DM: (I could argue that, but give me a ref save)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Richtor Barsten: ((10))
Eschaton nods and follows Richtor down without a word.
DM: Richtor as you walk down the stairs you notice some snag onto you foot, it looks like a trip wire of some sort.
Cauta ushers Snitchgit through the door and follows him down, eyes scanning the area as she descends.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Richtor <<---- Esch <------ Git <<----- Cauta <<------ Britta))
Richtor Barsten: "Oh...ummm...Back...BACK BACK BACK BACK!"
Cauta freezes. "Back?!"
DM: You don't hear or see anything, but feel a small rumble from entrance you came in.
Richtor Barsten: "Well...fuck."
Britta Bardsbane: ((I guess I entered then. XD))
Britta Bardsbane taps her hand on Cauta's back. "I'd recommend forward, actually..."
Richtor Barsten pinches nose
Richtor Barsten mutters in Dwarven. "Yes, cause when the man who steps on a tripwire yells back, let's just freeze and wonder what the fuck he's talking about."
Richtor Barsten continues down the stairs, looking for more tripwires
Cauta: ((Helps if you mention the tripwire, oh sagely mercenary. ))
DM: Britta as you speak you clearly the see the roof start to crumble part way and water come spilling in behind a bit, then some round spheres that tied with pointed bones. (Give me a Ref save Britta!)
Richtor Barsten: ((He's a bit pissed ))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Richtor Barsten: "The place is booby tr-"
Richtor Barsten: "oh..."
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: "FORWARD!"
DM: Cauta Reflex save!)
Britta Bardsbane: ((23))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Cauta: ((17))
DM: EVERYONE REFLEX SAVE!)
Richtor Barsten: ((Reflex is roll + dexterity right?))
DM: (Ya)
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Richtor Barsten: ((19))
Cauta: ((Elf's dead.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... heh, according to my page, Reflex is dex + Bull shit...))
Eschaton: <7>
Richtor Barsten: ((xD))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Bull shit translates to Base Save...))
Richtor Barsten: ((Cauta, you have + 7 dexterity bonus?))
Richtor Barsten: ((OHHHH))
DM: As Britta shoves herself to the back of the wall everyone gets hit with some razor balls that come tumbling down the stairs.
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((nvm then Cauta ))
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta: ((Well that seems like crap. >_>))
Richtor Barsten: ((Wait, I got 19...))
DM: Everyone takes 3 points of damage but Eschaton and Git take 6)
Richtor Barsten: ((We needed a 20 to avoid those?))
Britta Bardsbane moves quickly to the side of the tunnel so she won't be hit if the spiked spheres fall back again.
Britta Bardsbane: ((I don't take anything.))
DM: (No you just took half-damage unless you feel like pressing yourself closer to the walls, with teh mushrooms?)
Richtor Barsten: ((Soooo...why did we need ref saves then?))
Cauta: ((...for the half damage. >_>))
Richtor Barsten: ((Cause if I'm stuck in the middle, it wouldn't matter..."
Britta Bardsbane: ((... half-damage? So... I'm half a point down?))
Cauta: ((Otherwise we get smacked in a vital spot.))
Richtor Barsten: ((Ok then...))
Cauta: ((No, you got NO damage.))
Richtor Barsten: ((No AC save?))
DM: Reflex for half-damage.. Cauta do you have Evasion? And Britta you take nothing you rolled a nat 20))
Britta Bardsbane: ((yay!))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Oh. I do.))
Cauta: ((You never explained what it does though.))
DM: Cauta takes nothing ether.)
Cauta: ((WOO!))
Richtor Barsten: ((...))
Richtor Barsten: ((Just how big are these razor balls? Cause tiny sharp balls against Steel armour...unless they hit my face...))
DM: (Evasion is if you ever are force to take a reflex save and you pass instead of taking half you take nothing.)
Cauta deftly ducks, the razor balls flying past with centimeters to spare. She barely has time to yell. "Heads!" to the others before the balls are upon them. She winces as they're hit. "Ouch..."
DM: (About a foot, it's more of the fact you have to take them. Cause most people dodge them and there is little room to move.)
Cauta: ((EPIC DUCKING.))
DM: ((..and in most D&D games the Rogues go first.. to check for traps.. and stuff))
Eschaton jumps over one ball, then grunts as two more bounce off the stairs and clip his arms in midair.
Richtor Barsten: ((Noted))
DM: (Sorry Richtor)
Britta Bardsbane is pressed up against the entrance that closed. She blinks a few times, edging to the side in the hopes that she won't be hit if the spheres return. She kicks her foot out to make sure she's not gonna stand on a mushroom.
Richtor Barsten looks back to get a bunch of razor balls thrown at him. They don't pierce the armour, but instead force him off balance, smacking his head against the wall.
Cauta glances up towards Britta. "You look alright. There's nothing there, come on down."
DM: The walls are littered with mushrooms Britta, that was kinda the trap.)
Cauta: ((I will be your eyes.))
Britta Bardsbane quickly recoils from the mushrooms. "Crap!"
Richtor Barsten: "Well...ow."
Britta Bardsbane takes a few stumbling steps down, bumping against Cauta's back before steadying herself.
Richtor Barsten: "Alright, sink hole filled with water to the right, Shitty gate straight ahead."
Richtor Barsten: "Sorry, left...sinkhole is left."
Richtor Barsten rubs head
DM: The sink hole 'pond' is actually a large room about 40 feet wide both ways, with the pond in the middle.)
Britta Bardsbane holds her Orgen blade in one hand, feeling nervous about the tight space with the mushrooms on both sides and the way behind them shut.
DM: Sorry was typing my report.. So West Large room with Pond in middle from what you guys can see, shitty gate in front of you.)
Richtor Barsten inspects the gate
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Richtor Barsten: ((5))
DM: (It looks very rusted, and barely standing, on theside it looks like another stone door possibly is covered by ton and tons of more mushrooms. But this time completely covering the door also.)
DM: ROUND TIME talk and think about your team.))
Richtor Barsten: "There seems to be a door on the other side of the gate, covered in shrooms."
Cauta finishes her descent, giving Eschaton a slightly worried look. "You alright? Looks like it hurt."
Britta Bardsbane sits down on the stairs behind Cauta and closes her eyes as if to distance herself from what's going on for a few minutes. She lays her sword across her knees and drops her head, chin resting on her chest.
Cauta nods at Richtor, rubbing her chin in thought. "Unless Snitchgit's got a way to clear those shrooms off...I doubt we're going to be getting through there." She stares towards the sinkhole room, frowning. "Which likely leaves that as our only way out of here."
Eschaton lands lightly, taking a moment to feel his arms. "I'll be alright... They're not deep, mostly just grazed." He sits down on the steps lightly, closing his eyes and clasping his hands in front of him, trying to relax his body enough for some magic to return.
Britta Bardsbane 's hands clasp and reach up to touch her forehead as she rests her elbows on her knees and the blade.
Richtor Barsten: "Nothing a little creative demolition can't fix."
Britta Bardsbane: ((brb))
Britta Bardsbane: ((back))
Britta Bardsbane lifts her head and looks ahead. "Before you do, Richtor... mind if we take a small breather?"
Cauta shakes her head. "If we know anything about these mushrooms, it's that we probably don't want to get them in our lungs or mouth. Unless we can burn them off..."
Richtor Barsten looks over at Britta and grunts
Richtor Barsten: "I'd prefer to get out of here before resting..."
Richtor Barsten without saying, relents
Cauta nods slightly in agreement. "I'm with you. This place makes my skin crawl...but while we rest, we might as well try and figure out what to do."
Britta Bardsbane looks up at Cauta. "Git said not to set fire to anything. Zombies usually go down well with fire, so I guess flaming the mushrooms up is a dumb idea."
DM: Git nods- "I have some Alchemist's Fire...."
Britta Bardsbane glances at Git. "Wait, did I get that wrong? Why weren't we allowed to set fire to anything back in the chamber?"
Eschaton:
DM: Git kinda sways his head- "The Violet shrooms aren't what keeps the zombies here.. They just happen to grow in they're area."
DM: (Nope vex takes a solid 8 hours..)
DM: Git- "Cause if buren't them we would have gotten the spores for Gunther's Ale.."
Eschaton:
DM: The west side is farther down a bit, and if you peek out you can see it curves into a crescent open area with the pond in the middle.
Britta Bardsbane looks at Git for a little while, then sighs, almost in defeat. "So the dead people don't have anything to do with Gunther's Ale?"
Cauta turns slightly to look at Git. "So, if we get through the gate, you can use the Alchemist's Fire to burn through those?" She fixes her gaze on the gate. "I wonder if it's still functioning enough to be picked..."
Richtor Barsten smashes gate with warhammer
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Richtor Barsten: ((10))
Britta Bardsbane glances up. "I think he really, really wanted to do that exactly when you said something like that..."
Eschaton opens his eyes and looks at his hands to see if he actually gained anything. He lights up for a moment when he sees the sparks, then sighs when they fizzle out quickly and stands.
DM: Git - "Well in a manner of speaking no.. but they thrown into the mycoid outer land so they will reanimate them with there special spores. Which is what I needed. And I don't see why not.."
DM: (Oh it shatters without fail Richtor!
Britta Bardsbane slowly gets to her feet, looks at Git, then brushes past Cauta, Git, and Esch to follow Richtor. She figures there's no fear of anything behind them after the door shut.
DM: (Reflex Britta)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((9))
DM rolled a die with 4 sides. The die showed: 4
Cauta: ((15))
Eschaton: <7>
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
DM: (It was small pit, like 2 foot..)
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((Now I get a nat 20 >.>))
Cauta: ((That's why you describe it. ))
Britta Bardsbane sits on the edge of the pit and looks down at her bloodied leg that has a nice hole clean through it. She peers at it, wincing, but luckily doesn't seem to have hit anything major.
Britta Bardsbane glances about, hoping nothing's gonna jump out.
Richtor Barsten: "If it's any consolation Barbie, I totally did not mean that to happen."
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta Bardsbane: ((24))
DM: Richtor spots something finally that just kicks him in the side of head. To the right side of the door and stone door he can make a small tunnel about 3 foot tall, and 1 foot wide. A very small hole that other creatures use to travel in and out.. Or he thinks so.)
Richtor Barsten: "Ummm...hole."
Britta Bardsbane kicks Richtor with her good leg, hitting him in the shin.
Richtor Barsten: "Ow."
Richtor Barsten: "I guess I deserve that."
Britta Bardsbane: "Hole yourself."
DM: (It's covered by alot brush.)
Richtor Barsten: "No, not the pit."
Richtor Barsten wanders to the hole in the side and gets rid of the brush
Cauta grits her teeth at Britta's wound. "Hey, Eschaton...you able to bandage this or anything?"
Cauta looks over at Richtor. "Found a passage?"
Richtor Barsten: "Well...I found a hole. I don't think all of us are going to be using it."
DM: It very small opening, too small for any of you. And there is some shrooms dangerous close to it also. Give me a listen check Richtor)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Richtor Barsten: ((12))
Britta Bardsbane shakes her head and eases herself up, balancing on her toes for a moment as she eases herself into a standing position. She doesn't seem visibly troubled by her wound judging by her face, but she moves with a limp.
DM: You think you hear some mumering or light foot steps or something.)
Britta Bardsbane: ((I got a 24 for my awareness check))
Richtor Barsten: "Sounds like footsteps or somethin..."
Eschaton sighs and makes a fist, sparks forming as he charges the spell. "I can try to repair it for you."
Eschaton rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 3
Eschaton: <6>
Cauta nods, turning to Snitchgit. "Well, now's the time for that Alchemist's Fire."
Eschaton opens his fist and blows the sparks towards Britta's leg. They seem to know what to do, speeding the regeneration of the flesh where she was impaled. As they leave his palm, he watches them with an expression similar to sadness, and lets his hand drop to hang loosely by his side.
DM: Git notifies everyone to back away as he pulls out two bright orange potions- "Here goes nothing... Ahh!' -he takes a small running start shattering the napalm then the other killing most of the shrooms near the door.
DM: Richtor another Listen check!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barsten: ((9))
DM: You hear nothing now)
Britta Bardsbane nods to Esch. "Thank you... Feels a bit better." She shifts her leg. It's still a bit sore and the blood is still there, but at least it's patched up. ((How much HP regained?))
Richtor Barsten: "Ok, now there's nothing.
Richtor Barsten: ((6))
Eschaton: ^
Britta Bardsbane: ((neat!))
Eschaton:
DM: Git dusts his hands a big with a grin- "And that what's we call'ed Aunt Gibbys special chill sauce.."
Britta Bardsbane: ((Arm, then.))
Richtor Barsten motions at Cauta
Britta Bardsbane: (So... died blood, mended leg, mended arm, scratched up waist, scratched up shoulder... Britta's a real mess. XD))
Richtor Barsten: "I'm tired of setting of traps, you're first."
Britta Bardsbane picks her sword up out of the pit and sheathes it.
DM: (Also how much time you got left Quake?)
Richtor Barsten: ((I don't work tomorrow))
DM: (BADASS, you will be rewarded for this..)
Cauta nods slowly, moving towards the stone door and giving it a quick check for any devices or traps.
Richtor Barsten: ((With health?))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Cauta: ((11))
Britta Bardsbane: ((P.S., Esch, if you get a chance to heal again today, Britta's good. She's only 3 HP down, now.))
DM: Cauta you don't 'see' any traps but honestly the doors make is unknown to you to begin with.)
Cauta rubs her chin. "I'm not overly familiar with this design...but it seems alright..." She begins to push it open.
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane sighs and rubs at her face, heading for the door as Cauta pushes it open. "Y'know, this was the second original idea I had for Herc... first, she was dinner, second, she was a trap-setter-off-er..."
Richtor Barsten: ((Rich and Cauta kinda preoccupied with possibly booby trapped but only way out door))
DM: This door opens a bit smoother then the last one, as you slide it open it comes to show you large room with a what looks like a old stone pit in the center. (Spot check)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
Britta Bardsbane glances back at Esch, seeing his strange expression. "Hey... what's going on? Something wrong?"
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM: Richtor you don't see anything.
Cauta: ((23))
Eschaton snaps out of his haze with a jolt, shaking his head to clear it. "Oh, sorry... I've never been this low on magic before. It's kinda scary."
DM: Cauta you can spot a small lizard like folk hiding, or trying too his eyes are what catches your first glance.)
DM: (Also his skin seems to be doing that thing Git's was almost.)
Britta Bardsbane grins a little at Esch, then shakes her head. "It's scarier when it's your health is low and you know that one more attack and you'll be dead... come on. Do you have a weapon?"
Britta Bardsbane: ((No! NAKED LIZARD!!!)
DM: (Britta I don't think people would say health is low xD)
Richtor Barsten: ((...xD))
Richtor Barsten: ((BRITTA KNOWS SHE'S A D&D CHARACTER!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Yeah, that was hard to word...))
Richtor Barsten: ((INCEPTION!))
Cauta holds up her hand for silence. "Lizard folk." She hisses quietly to Richtor. "Right over there." She motions with a slight twitch of her head.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Health is failing. We'll go with that.))
Richtor Barsten: "Point? If you're pointing me at them, I'm assuming you want me to fuck them up..."
Cauta: ((When you're seriously injured makes more sense. <_< )
Richtor Barsten: "I don't do diplomacy."
DM: ( LoS Cauta and I think the words you are looking for is "It's scarier when your wounded, and think the next strike could fell you")
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Cauta: ((...I think I failed. XD))
Eschaton slowly reaches into his pack. "I still have the whip from before... And a spell to inflict damage on contact..."
Richtor Barsten: (LoS?))
Cauta: ((He meant SoL))
Richtor Barsten: ((Ok...SoL??))
Cauta: ((Scion of Legend. Cauta's feat.))
Richtor Barsten: ((Ah))
DM: (( Fuck ya you know what that is Cauta, you remember TONS of the stories about Lizard-folk and how they can rip a man in half.. then again.. why are these so small then? Must have some hidden powers..))
Britta Bardsbane: ((My head hurts. *tries to be a better player*))
Britta Bardsbane hesitates, then tilts her head. "You're trained to use that thing?"
Cauta sheathes her rapier, muttering something about odd looking lizardfolk. "I don't know..." She readies her crossbow, already aiming at the creature. "Go in. I've got it sighted. If it's hostile...we'll get it."
DM: ( I couldn't help but have fun with that Cauta)
Richtor Barsten: "Sooo...I'm fucking it up then? Or being a volunteered for meatshield duty again?"
Cauta: "Volunteering for 'see-if-it's-hostile' duty."
Richtor Barsten: "Meatshield duty it is then."
DM: (Cauta should so warn Richtor of there hidden powers)
Richtor Barsten mutters a dwarven curse before entering the room
Eschaton nods. "I've used it before. Worst case scenario, I use it to strangle one of them." He gives a weak smile, then moves closer to the gate, keeping well behind Richtor and Cauta.
Cauta: ((Psh. Cauta never shares info. ))
DM: Anyone speak Draconic?)
Cauta: ((...no.))
Richtor Barsten: ((Not that I know...))
Britta Bardsbane frowns and follows, wondering how hard it would be to learn how to use a whip in combat. She stands behind Cauta and peeks over her shoulder. "What are you... aiming at?"
Britta Bardsbane: ((Common, Orc))
Richtor Barsten now stands in the middle of the room
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten his hands are resting on his warhammer, but it's not yet quite unsheathed
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((Dwarven, Common, Under-common))
DM: Richtor as soon as you walk in you hear some random screaming- "AKRATA!" And feel a surge of bodies slam into you, as a Troglodyte come running at your sides with tiny spears.
Cauta: ((...bodies?))
Richtor Barsten: "SUNNOVABI-"
Cauta: ((Weeellll fuck.))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Eschaton:
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta having prepared for this, fires!
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Britta Bardsbane moves past Cauta, unsheathing both blades already.
Cauta: ((12))
DM: Nether can really strike you well with there spears but one gets dangerously close of stabbing your face! Cauta you hit the one as it's about to throw a spear at Richtor.
Richtor Barsten: ((How many?))
DM: Two with spears near you)
Cauta rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta rolled a die. The die showed: 4
Cauta: ((12 with sneak attack!))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((Cauta, Britta, Richtor, Esch))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm assuming Richtor --> Cauta --> Britta --> Eschaton))
Richtor Barsten: ((Or that...even though I got attacked first))
Cauta: ((Since...the shits shouldn't know I'm here.))
DM: You pin him right in the chest dropping as soon as the fight starts, you see him release something in his hand that looks like a leash also. Yes that is turn order, and Richtor turn.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Question: If I were to yell something intimidating, would that be taken as an 'attack' or a 'movement action'?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... what about me?))
DM: (Attack, technically )
Richtor Barsten: "Stupid little freaks!"
Eschaton:
DM: Cauta -> Richtor -> Britta -> Esch))
Richtor Barsten: ((turn order changes on the circumstances))
Britta Bardsbane: ((hm))
DM: (You would normally roll for them, but the circumstances is why they keep going first)
DM: RICHTOR GO!
Richtor Barsten unsheathes his hammer and moves out of combat range
DM: Moving backward 5ft? It free if you don't go any farther.
DM: Britta TURN!
Britta Bardsbane: ((There's one left?))
Richtor Barsten: ((two))
Richtor Barsten: ((Plus possibly something that was on a leash))
Richtor Barsten: ((And of course, I'm the only one currently in the room...AGGRO PULL!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I think you were meant to be on the leash. ))
Britta Bardsbane: ((No, I'm in the room. I moved past Cauta before ^^))
Britta Bardsbane moves towards the last two, her blades moving to slash across both their chests.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Bastard Sword: ))
DM: (There is two still there with spears that you can see, if you move in you will also see a large lizard about the size of a big dig.)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Britta Bardsbane: ((25))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta Bardsbane: ((6))
DM: (Well you crited one of them)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Orgen Blade: ))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane: ((FAAAIL))
DM: (And fumbled the other one)
Richtor Barsten: ((Britta, what does your weapon say for damage according to critical))
Richtor Barsten: ((Because it should be times something I thnk.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Lemme check))
Britta Bardsbane: ((This was the Bastard SWord that critted)) (Bastard Sword Damage- D10+4 Crit. 19-20/x2)(Orgen Bastard Sword – D10+4 Crit. 19-20/x2 and +1 to hit since Master Crafted)
DM: Your swings are wilded Britta with one landing true but the other still new and heavy to you. You slash a large gash across the left ones chest.)
Richtor Barsten: ((So what you really got was 12 damage with your bastard sword))
Britta Bardsbane: ((And kill him?))
DM: (No she rolled a 2.. which is doubled to 4 + her str mod with is total of 6)
DM: (No)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Hurt him badly at least?))
DM: (You double the dice not the total, and yes)
Richtor Barsten: ((But she critted him...))
Richtor Barsten: ((oh...))
Cauta: ((I am the only killer!))
Richtor Barsten: ((I COULDN'T SWING!))
DM: (( Str mod 2 + {2x2} ))
Richtor Barsten: ((MS. SEE-IF-THEY'RE-HOSTILE!))
DM: Esch your turn!)
Britta Bardsbane speaks in Orcish to the one she cut, just to see if he speaks Orc.
DM: round time, and he doesnt ))
Britta Bardsbane , since she is met with no response, assumes the one she hit doesn't speak Orc, so continues hostilities.
Britta Bardsbane eyes the large lizard with some suspicion.
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((roughly))
Eschaton sighs and moves closer to the gate, looking around. "I wonder..." Quickly moving forward, he slips behind the lizard that hasn't sustained injury yet, whip at the ready.
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((brb))
Britta Bardsbane: ((back))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I have eggs, backed beans, a sausage, and carrots, lettuce and broccoli.))
Eschaton:

DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM: (You have grappled the spear guy)
DM: The small lizard man wiggles about barking something you don't understand in the direction backwards.
DM: Trog is going try and skewer Britta for slashing him and his friend.. stabby stabby
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
DM: The other is going to try and break that grapple with Eschaton, he even takes time to snap at you if he can.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Britta Bardsbane appears to already have a hole where the Trog tried to stab her.
Eschaton quickly slips the whip over the lizardman's head, tugging back on it sharply to shock him, then planting his foot against the lizardman's back to lock him in place for the time being.
DM: (Now you roll a resist grapple check Esch)
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Cauta: ((brb))
DM: (wow.. I do believe my 20 looses due my size modifier )
Eschaton:
DM: He still tries his best to bite at you.
DM: Britta because Richtor stepped back the big mean lizard going to try to take a bite out of you while licking it's lips.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM: (does a 16 hit?)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Nope))
DM: It misses biting you leg, but you can tell but the loud snap you do not want to test his bite.
Cauta: ((I'm back.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Yo))
DM: (Your turn)
Eschaton moves around to stay behind the small lizardman. "If one of you can take care of this one, I can help with the big one..."
Cauta readies another bolt, eyeing the big lizard. "Let's see what I can do..."
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((11))
DM: The bolt sticks but you can tell you barely even broke the hide. (no damage sorry)
DM: Richtor turn!
Cauta: ((Eh. I've already dropped two things tonight. Was bound to have a bad combat roll sooner or later))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Richtor))
Richtor Barsten: "MY TURN SCALIES!"
Richtor Barsten swings his hammer at the wounded lizard
DM: (Also Cauta don't forget about some things. +2 for Aiming if you don't move, +1 for Mastercrafted)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Richtor Barsten: ((25))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten: ((5))
DM: (you hit)
Richtor Barsten: ((5 damage))
Cauta: ((Ikitt, question. Did my new cloak give any AC bonus?))
DM: You bring the hammerdown and feel a solid crunch.)
Richtor Barsten: ((It be dead?))
DM: ( No nether do, they do give other bonus that I have yet to tell you.. I'll get on that afterwards. And no it's still very much alive and pissed off)
Cauta: ((Mmkay.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Wait...))
Richtor Barsten: ((huh, a slice across the chest and a hammer to the face...tough bastard.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Yeah, I think Kitt thinks you attacked the dog-sized lizard))
DM: (Oh wait, Richtor was you swinging at the trog?>)
Richtor Barsten: ((No, the wounded lizard))
Cauta: ((...the big dog one?))
Richtor Barsten: ((The one with the slice across the chest...))
DM: (..both are lizards..)
Britta Bardsbane: ((The one I attacked first!))
Richtor Barsten: ((>.>))
DM: Ok then nevermind you send that little bastard flying across the room and don't see him moving anymore.
Richtor Barsten: ((In that case...))
DM: http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/MM35_g...
Richtor Barsten: "HAHA BITCH!"
Richtor Barsten moves to attack the last standing lizard
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten: ((fuck))
DM: http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3440/3193...
Eschaton stops trying to strangle the lizard for half a second to look at Richtor. "Smooth."
DM: With all that blood rushing you just swing your hammar and throw yourself off balance almost.
Cauta: ((KOMODO DRAGON!))
Cauta: ((FUCKING LOVE THOSE THINGS))
Britta Bardsbane swings both swords down at the KOMODO DRAGON.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Bastard: ))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Britta Bardsbane: (()
Britta Bardsbane: ((No hit?))
DM: (far from it)
DM: (Missed ya)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Orgen blade: ))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta Bardsbane: ((14?))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta Bardsbane: ((6))
DM: Britta you just can't seem to get a solid hit to cut threw that hide, slashing is seeming to prove difficult.
DM: (Eschaton your turn)
Britta Bardsbane: ((... it's AC is higher than 14!!!))
DM: (( I can not tell you.. ))
Richtor Barsten: ((IT'S A KOMODO DRAGON!))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((I wouldn't be surprised if it was over...))
Richtor Barsten: ((9000!))
DM: (Umm.. you could try but the odds are low, strangling would have higher chance if you can keep the hold for 3 rounds.)
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Might as well do something useful, Esch.))
Cauta: (( ))
DM: (He's keeping one more goon off the party)
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Oh, doom. Most misleading spell name.))
DM: (Hurry do something)
Eschaton: Eschaton: >
DM: We contest grapple checks again)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Cauta: ((...))
Eschaton: <.....>
Britta Bardsbane: ((ooooh))
Cauta: ((What was that about being useful?))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: Even with my terrible 10.. the Trog kicks you right in the nuts then bites your arm before backing off growling
Cauta: ((I'd rather not wing you with a bolt))
DM rolled a die with 3 sides. The die showed: 1
DM: Take a point of bite damage Eschaton!
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((Nope, you got whiffed in the junk))
DM: That same Trog is going to go ruining up and over a small rock running behind you yelling something.
DM: Dragon is going to try and take that chuck out of Britta..
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Eschaton grits his teeth as the lizard clamps onto his arm, then just looks at the lizard that's yelling at him. "Freakin ZOMBIES bit harder than you do, bitch!!"
Britta Bardsbane: ((hehe))
DM: It snaps angrily at the air, coming closer.
DM: Cauta your turn!
Eschaton:
Cauta readies her crossbow, taking aim at the recently released Trog.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((8...))
Eschaton:
DM: Your bolt whistles by his head as he ducks out of sight down farther in the room.
Eschaton:
DM: Richtor TURN!
Cauta: "Get back here, you little lizard bastard!"
Richtor Barsten: "DRAGON THING!"
Richtor Barsten swings at the dragon thing
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Richtor Barsten: ((19))
DM: (Hit)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten: ((13))
Eschaton:
DM: Oh that time you feel something crack Richtor as it flails in pain with the impact.
DM: (My DM magic comes from experience )
Britta Bardsbane: ((Not too sure...))
Richtor Barsten: "Breakin da bones! BREAKIN DA SKULL!"
DM: Britta before your turn comes by you hear some odd chanting and visibly see the Dragon grow in size with new vigor. Cauta give me a spot check
Richtor Barsten: "ooooh..."
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((10...))
Eschaton:
Eschaton:
DM: Britta your turn and the Dragon is now the size of a pony. Cauta see a skull of some sort being weared by another Trog
Cauta: ((See what?))
Eschaton: <.144.218.107--> rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3>
Cauta 'pales'. "Oh. Hidden powers...lovely."
DM: (nope your the only one that saw me cheating I mean glitching the roller)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Sometimes I see that too))
Britta Bardsbane swings with both blades at the Dragon's face.
Richtor Barsten: "Oh will you look at that, we got ourselves a ridable lizard..."
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Britta Bardsbane: ((11))
DM: miss)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Doesn't hit))
Cauta: ((Cauta can have a Cold One Mount?))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((>.>))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Doesn't hit))
DM: (miss)
DM: Eschaton turn!
Britta Bardsbane swings her blades and misses completely, feeling an absolute fool for putting herself near the dragon's face if she was gonna miss!
DM: The sudden change in size force you to back off a bit Britta, you can feel the creatures anger as it roars at you.
Eschaton sighs and stands, flexing his fingers to test the flow of his remaining magic. "Two more... They have to count."
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Cauta: ((BWAHAHAHA))
Eschaton:
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Eschaton:
DM: (^w^)
Richtor Barsten: ((...))
Cauta: ((...serious?))
Cauta: ((I'm calling shenigans.))
Richtor Barsten: ((You just lost a battle of wills...))
Cauta: ((XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((With a lizard.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... I think Esch should cry))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((No dice. You're stuck with the same one we are.))
DM: Eschaton you feel your hex start to take effect before hitting a layer of some other magical forces overlapping the lizard.
Richtor Barsten: ((Bitch please, I damn near died twice cause of this roller, suck it up!))
DM: Talking about dieing Britta this lizard now pony size wants that bite of you, and is getting it! *CHOMP*
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM: 23.. hits?
Britta Bardsbane: ((Please don't have any mods...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((CRAP))
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 2
DM: You feel the thing bite on hard before you wriggle free but at the same time feel the flesh tear. Take 8 damage)
Britta Bardsbane: ((*whimpers!*))
Richtor Barsten: ((Ouch))
DM: Cauta turn!
Eschaton gazes at the lizard, beginning to charge power for the spell. As it fills him, his eyes glow softly and he glares directly at the lizard to cast the spell. "Fall to..." He stops before he's able to finish the spell. Between the dragon's roar of fury washing over him like a wave and the spell being reflected by strong magic, he's interrupted and forced to take a few steps backwards.
Cauta sights the skull wearing trog, hoping to take out the source of the lizard's startling growth.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Cauta: ((20!))
Britta Bardsbane stumbles out of the creature's teeth, her armor torn and flesh and ripped skin exposed through the gaps. Most of the tears are on her back and she seems to be in a lot of pain, unable to keep standing upright.
DM: (Hit but no crit.)
Cauta rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((7, I believe.))
Eschaton:
DM: (give me sneak attack it's not even looking at you)
Cauta rolled a die. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((OH YEAH.))
Cauta: ((13))
DM: 12 MC is +1 to hit only)
Cauta: ((The Viper. So wor-HEY. I've been forgetting the mastercrafted.))
DM: You see the Trog you hit stumble backward hold the bolt in one hand as he drops to a knee, and start muttering again in Draconic.
Cauta: ((I acccidentally added base attack that time. <_< )
DM: You finally get to make eye contact with the Trog shaman as he mutters a hex at Richtor and points to you. (Richtor Will save!)
Cauta frowns deeper, already reaching for another bolt to finish it off.
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta: ((BWAHAHAHA))
Richtor Barsten: ((FUCK YOU AND YOUR HEX BITCH!))
DM: (MUDDAFUCKER)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Heh!))
Cauta: ((Cauta and Richtor are here to FUCK. YO. SHIT.))
DM: You start to hear charming words about if you did that, or if you crushed her skull.. then it just fades away.
DM: Richtor your turn!
Cauta: ((>_>))
Richtor Barsten SMASHES DA DRAGON!
Cauta: ((I think I pissed him off.))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
DM: (HIT)
Richtor Barsten: ((24))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 2
Richtor Barsten: ((6))
Cauta: ((I think I'm forgetting one of the steps of damage...or is that cause I don't have a melee..?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((brb))
Eschaton:
DM: You see it bite at Britta again but this time use it's extended neck to bring the WARHAMMAR down and break it's neck, causing the monster to die with a sudden jolt.. then it slowly shrink down as blood pools out of it's mouth.
Richtor Barsten: "HA, breakin da neck of the LIZARD THING!"
Richtor Barsten looks over at the Shaman
Richtor Barsten: "MORE DEAD THINGS!"
DM: ( It's roll to hit.. roll damage.. that's it)
Richtor Barsten runs over and swings at the shaman
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten: ((18))
Richtor Barsten: ((Oh wait...do I get to use Great Cleave there?))
DM: You catch the Trog Shaman still on one knee keeping eye contact with Cauta and easily smack him hard in the side of the face ending his life.
Britta Bardsbane: ((back))
DM: Ya, if anything was still alive..)
Richtor Barsten: ((Any more?))
Cauta: ((THEY'RE DEAD.))
DM: >,> *grumples*
DM: Ya.. you all killed the Trog..)
DM: Round time.. }}
Richtor Barsten: "Well, I hate to say it lizards, but you ambushed the wrong dwarf!"
Richtor Barsten pounds chest
Richtor Barsten: "WARHAMMAR!"
Cauta chuckles softly. "See, Richtor? Perfect plan." She crosses the room, eyeing the bodies quietly. "Think they have anything worthwhile?"
Britta Bardsbane is still sitting on the ground, curled up a little as if trying to catch her breath.
DM: (talk and jazz and tell me what your doing when i do get back)
Cauta: ((Britta you get mauled everytime we fight something. Work on your pain tolerance. XD))
Britta Bardsbane is pretty bloody now. She has blood smeared all over her.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Funny thing is, she's never been below 10 HP))
Richtor Barsten: ((It's funny, cause I currently have the lowest health and was attacked, ambushed even first, and took no damage!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... shhhh, don't tell Kitt!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'm jealous, quake. I really am... but then I get to write about blood and stuff, so I'm happy too.))
Richtor Barsten: "Not sure, unless you like skull hats..."
Richtor Barsten: ((I like you xD))
Richtor Barsten: ((BLOOD!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((XD!!!))
Britta Bardsbane takes her pack off, noticing a few slashes - it didn't take the damage on her back seeing as it slid down to her elbows as she was bitten.
Cauta: "Hats aren't really my thing. The horns make them a chore to wear."
Eschaton 's eyes fade to normal, and then he drops to the ground heavily, barely catching himself on one knee. "R... Richtor. Come over here for a second..." Making sure he can stay upright until the spell is complete, he clasps his hands in front of him and begins building the energy required for regeneration.
Eschaton rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barsten: "How many jokes a day do you get about those things?"
Eschaton: <11>
Britta Bardsbane props the pack next to her and attempts to reach over her shoulder and around behind her back with both hands, searching for tears in the armor so she knows where they are.
Richtor Barsten: "oh..."
Richtor Barsten is healed
Richtor Barsten: "Thank you elf, I knew I helped you for a reason."
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten feels his cuts and bruises start to close up, for the most part
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((>.>
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((Why did you give me 11 then?!))
Richtor Barsten: ((I liked the 11 part!))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten isn't healed!
Richtor Barsten moves closer damn it!
Richtor Barsten poofs and is healed!
Cauta shoots him a look. "I'm not making a joke. It's a fact. It'd be like me asking you how many times you dip your beard in your food by accident." Shaking her head, she squats down beside the Trog Shaman, quickly checking through it's belongings.
Richtor Barsten: ((Health update, 19/21))
Britta Bardsbane quickly pats across her chest and torso, continuing to check for cuts in the armor. She grunts a little with the discomfort and pain, then gets her fingers into one of the wounds on her belly, prying the armor out while her face is screwed up in disgust and pain.
Richtor Barsten: "Beard hair is a healthy part of a Dwarf's breakfast."
Britta Bardsbane stretches her arms behind her back and starts doing the same with the rest of the holes and tears in her armor that have cut into her skin and not folded back out. Once she's done, she just sits next to her pack, looking tired and bloody.
Cauta: "Delicious, I'm sure."
Britta Bardsbane closes her eyes and lies down on the ground next to her pack, bending her knees and holding her arms up above her head to stretch. Her hands flop down to rest on her belly and she huffs a loud sigh. "Fuuuuun."
Eschaton releases his hands, the sparks homing in on Richtor's wounds and sealing the worst of them, all that's left is scrapes and bruises. "There, that's my last one." The exhaustion sets in and he lurches forward, barely catching himself on his hands. He manages to whisper the word "tapped" before falling onto his side, his eyes wide and pupils dilated so far they don't seem to exist, his breathing slow and shallow.
Cauta peers up from her looting. "You're not dead, right, Eschaton?"
Cauta: ((Cauta is so concerned. ))
Britta Bardsbane opens her eyes and peers over at Esch.
Britta Bardsbane rolls over onto her hands and knees before standing and dragging her pack over to Esch. She sits down next to him and looks at him a moment. "Hello in there?"
Eschaton doesn't respond for several seconds. When he does, he's barely audible. "N-not yet... Just... drained..."
DM: Loot stuff! Give me search checks)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Cauta: ((14 on the shaman.))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane glances to check Richtor's not looking.
Cauta: ((No phat loot for you guys.))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((3 suckage))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I want to do a search, but just wanna help Esch first))
DM: (xD Wow you guys are lucky seems my random loot tool likes ya.)
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((No, 1 is a fumble, Esch.))
Britta Bardsbane reaches for her belt and offers Esch a small wineskin. She takes the cork out and lifts it to his lips. "Shh... don't tell Richtor."
Cauta: ((YOU GET NOTHINK.))
Cauta: ((BOOZE!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'm GONNA ROLL!))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta: ((You realize the dwarf can probably smell it, right?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((That's... it))
Richtor Barsten smells wine
Richtor Barsten: "ALCOHOL!"
Britta Bardsbane: ((Yeah. Britta thinks she's gonna be found out anyways))
DM: medium masterwork studded leather (175gp) medium masterwork heavy steel shield (157gp) rope, silk (50 ft.) (10gp)
Britta Bardsbane glances at Richtor. "You won't like it."
DM: divine scroll containing: » 1. bear's endurance (lvl 2, cast 3) (150gp) » 2. water breathing (lvl 3, cast 5) (375gp) (525gp value)
Eschaton slowly shakes his head and takes a gasping breath. "Elves are... creatures of magic... Being so low... on magic... is dangerous... to our health..."
Richtor Barsten: ((Literally nothing I will be using...))
Richtor Barsten: ((Kate, what
Richtor Barsten: ((What's Britta's armour?))
Britta Bardsbane puts the wineskin away and looks at Esch for a few moments, then pats him on the shoulder. "You'll be fine, Esch. Just decide you're gonna get up."
Britta Bardsbane: ((Studded Leather, why?))
Cauta: ((...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... oh))
Richtor Barsten: ((In that case the studded master work leather might be better...unless Cauta takes it.))
Britta Bardsbane stands and looks about for loot. I guess she finds some stuff, occasionally glancing over at Esch to make sure he's not dead.
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Errggg...no...she's the frontline fighter...))
Richtor Barsten: ((Cauta, what armour are you wearing?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Cause if Britta's is already better than yours, she gives you that one and takes the slightly better one, still wins)
Cauta rummages up the things she finds on the Trogs, setting them in a small pile before looking at them properly.
DM: Ok now the room is a old dwarfen smith you think Richtor, you can see where the center of the room use to be a smelting pit. Also the remains of some rusted armor are still layed about. On the floor you can see a large warhammer with runes inscribed on them, and what looks untouched almost by the water. You can just make out the handle sticking out from a puddle.
Cauta: ((...you seen the amount of damage Britta's done to that armour?))
Britta Bardsbane looks at the pile and crouches next to it. "You're not putting dibs on all of this, right?"
Richtor Barsten: ((Very true))
DM: (Eschaton you can read and use both spells on the scroll but then they disappear)
Britta Bardsbane: ((She has the money to get it fixed))
DM: (There like one use spells)
Richtor Barsten: "I don't need any of this shit, shields, leather armour, scrolls. Bah.))
Richtor Barsten: *"
Cauta: "As much as I'd love to...no. You've all pulled your wait, so we'll split it."
Richtor Barsten walks away from the pile
Cauta: *weight
Richtor Barsten: "ooooh."
Cauta shoots a look at Richtor's back. "Then haul the shield out and sell it."
Richtor Barsten walks over to the warmhammer and pulls it out
Britta Bardsbane looks at the nice new armor. She glances at Cauta, then points at it. "Can I have that?"
Cauta: ((Cauta has Leather armour.))
DM: You feel the weight of the hammer is too much for you to lift with one hand Richtor, even two and it seems to barely move. (str check)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Richtor Barsten: ((21))
Cauta looks at the armour, then back to Britta. "...judging by the state of yours, I'd be foolish to turn you down. Go ahead."
DM: (MC Studded armor gets rid of the armor pental fyi)
Cauta: ((Armour pentalty for..?))
DM: You still manage to only drag it out of the mud Richtor, and the runes are un readable right now.)
Britta Bardsbane grins and lifts the armour out of the pile. She takes it a little way from the others, then sits down to start peeling off her broken armor.
DM: (Studded leather gives -1 to skill checks with Dex and stuff)
Eschaton remains almost stationary for nearly a full minute, then rolls onto his back and slowly pushes himself up into a sitting position. He slowly rummages through his pack, staring at nothing with a hollow expression on his face until he finds his waterskin, drinking slowly. For several more seconds he sits, staring at nothing, then tucks the skin back into his pack and sighs as his senses start to come back. He senses magic nearby and tries to stand. "What... did you find something with magic?"
Richtor Barsten: ((Just a thought Britta))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Oh, I never knew that))
Richtor Barsten: ((Esch can't see you cause it's dark))
Cauta: ((So...that'd be decently useful for me.))
Richtor Barsten: ((Cauta has low light, and will see most of it))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... YOU can see her!))
Richtor Barsten: ((Richtor has dark vision...))
Cauta: ((Cauta has darkvision.))
Richtor Barsten: ((There you go))
Richtor Barsten: ((oh, in one of the things you said she has low light vision))
Britta Bardsbane: ((That was Esch))
Cauta: ((No, Ikitt has said that. Esch has low light.))
Richtor Barsten: ((ah ok))
Britta Bardsbane considers taking her ripped up-shirt off and mending it quickly, but then remembers that even if she can't see, others can... so discards that idea fairly quickly.
Richtor Barsten: ((Well, you know, might want to warn the dwarf or others before you go wandering around half naked where everyone else can see you ))
DM: Richtor give me a Int check?)
Cauta stares silently at the pile, lifting up the scroll and tossing it gently to Eschaton. "Yeah. There you go, all yours."
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Richtor Barsten: ((3))
Richtor Barsten: ((Yeah, brawn over brains.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... she is wearing stuff under the armor. XD))
DM: Well what are you doing with the Hammer it matters a great deal)
Richtor Barsten: ((hence the half naked part))
Richtor Barsten is attempting to retrieve the hammer still
DM: Git can be seen closing the stone door might I add.
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, git!"
Richtor Barsten: "What are you doing?"
Cauta sighs lightly, picking up the silk rope and feeling the softness for a moment. She can't really shake the feeling she's getting the short end of the stick on this deal.
DM: I need detail Richtor, also it's still covered in mud mostly.
Britta Bardsbane finally manages to peel off all the armor and stretches her arms to ease up cramped muscles. Underneath her armor, she wears a pair of dark breeches and a white shirt that is now quite bloody.
Richtor Barsten is wiping the mud from the warhammer
DM: Git- "I'm shutting the door.. whatelse? Trog normally travel in groups, this might of just been a small part of it."
Richtor Barsten grunts
Britta Bardsbane hesitates, then sighs before calling out. "Hey, is there anywhere kinda private in this room? I'm asking you, Cauta, because Richtor will probably direct me somewhere that he can just stare or something creepy-like."
Richtor Barsten: "Just don't like closing options is all."
Cauta spares a glance. "No."
Richtor Barsten looks over at Britta, noticing that she is removing her armour.
Britta Bardsbane makes a face. "Damn..."
Richtor Barsten: "We're in a giant open room, that until now I was preoccupied in a different direction with a different object...than you had to grab my attention."
Richtor Barsten: "So if I stare cause I can see in the dark, not only are you not going to know, it's going to be your fault luv."
DM: Richtor you can read the runes now! There seems to be three, and the way it reads can be used in different ways if that makes sense. 'Forge' 'Shatter' 'Ram' and the head of the warhammer is made to have ram horns also.
Britta Bardsbane shoots Richtor a glance in the dark. "Go back to that other object, then."
DM: Eschaton give me a will save!
Eschaton decides to eschew standing for crawling, feeling around for the source of the magic. He reaches behind him and catches the scroll as it flies toward him, holding it tightly for a moment before moving to join the group.
Cauta stands up, tucking the silk rope into her backpack and hauling the shield off the ground with a grunt. "Richtor, since you're not taking any of this, you can at least be useful and haul this shield on your back. Might as well make a small amount of coin on this damn trip..."
Richtor Barsten: "Hold on lady."
Cauta taps her foot, noticing the hammer for the first time. "Found something else useful?"
Richtor Barsten: ((So...what are the stats on this new warhammer then?))
DM: Richtor you know this to be the Blacksmith hammer from a family))
Richtor Barsten: "It looks...enchanted...So far I can read runes that translate to Forge, Shatter, and Ram"
Cauta: ((I think you need to be able to lift it before then. ))
Richtor Barsten: "Looks like a Blacksmith dwarven family hammer."
Britta Bardsbane rummages through her pack before removing what appears to be some sort of item of dark clothing. She turns her back to the others and without further ado, pulls off her shirt. She doesn't waste any time in putting on the new item of clothing - it just appears to be a barbaric sort of shirt... shirt, bra... you can't really tell. Either way, while her back is turned to everyone, people who can see in the dark might notice her back is covered in old, large scars. Her body is toned and still a bit bloody, but with the first shirt gone, the blood is much less.
DM: (At the moment it is a +1 Warhammer but your character only knows that it houses rune magic. You know that from being a dwarf)
Cauta chuckles humorlessly. "Sounds right up your alley. Lots of things to shatter...although I recall you get rammed more than you actually ram."
Britta Bardsbane then starts putting on her new studded leather armor. ((How much AC does this give me? The other gave me 3))
Richtor Barsten: "Oh I don't know about that, just ask a few ladies from my travels."
Richtor Barsten gives a sly smile
Richtor Barsten: ((So...can I take this hammer?))
DM: (It's still +3 Britta just no armor check so your skills won't get debuffed.)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Ah kay))
Cauta frowns. "I'll avoid hearing about your exploits as long as physically possible. Save it for your barbarian woman." She looks about the room for a moment, checking for another door aside from the way they came in.
DM: (Yea, but it seems to require alot str even for you.)
Richtor Barsten: ((DON'T MATTER!))
Richtor Barsten: ((MAGIC WARHAMMER!))
DM: ESCHATON I said Will check!
Richtor Barsten takes the warhammer
Eschaton:
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Eschaton: <14>
Britta Bardsbane glances towards Cauta. "I'm not his," she states quite firmly while pulling on her new breastplate.
Richtor Barsten: "Well if you're not, then stop trying to touch my ass every time I wander by."
DM: Eschaton feels shit loads of magic as Richtor speaks to himself in dwarfen before re-reading Forge shatter and ram in common.)
Britta Bardsbane: "I kick ass, not touch ass."
Richtor Barsten: "You forgot kiss ass."
Cauta simply shrugs. "Whatever you say. If you'd like to hold his hand when we leave, I won't say a word." She holds out the shield for Richtor. "Take this please."
Britta Bardsbane: "If I could clearly see where you were, I'd kick you." Britta pulls on the pauldrons and firmly straps them.
Cauta: ((I really got screwed on the loot list here. >_>))
Richtor Barsten takes shield...and falls over
Britta Bardsbane: "You too, Cauta."
Richtor Barsten: "OI!"
DM: Also Eschaton you hear a small voice- "Let me out?" -it seems very childlike even
Eschaton stumbles as he's crawling towards the group, overwhelmed by a wave of magic. It wasn't from the scroll, but something a lot stronger. "Hey, Richtor... say those words again."
Richtor Barsten: "huh?"
DM: (You got Viper, and there is still more in this place)
Eschaton "What you said in your language... say it again?"
Cauta simply shakes her head. "Light your torch, and we'll see how you fare, Britta." Cauta resumes looking for an exit.
DM: (I got some much happening at once now xD)
Richtor Barsten: "You mean the runes?"
Richtor Barsten: "Right..."
Richtor Barsten repeats the runes in dwarven
Richtor Barsten: ((DM...how much am I allowed to carry?))
Britta Bardsbane finishes up with her armor, shifting to get comfortable. She looks at her bloody, ripped up white shirt and decides it's not even worth trying to mend and wash. She drops it on the ground and searches through her pack. She pulls out her nice, new cloak with the white polar fur and red inners. She looks at it for a long moment, then drapes it about her shoulders.
Richtor Barsten: ((Cause right now, steel armour, two warhammers and a shield...))
DM: With each word you can feel the pressure about the warhammer change sending a shockwave up your arm.)
DM: What is your str?))
Richtor Barsten: "Huh...that's new..."
Richtor Barsten: ((16))
DM: 16 » 76 lb. or less » 77–153 lb. » 154–230 lb }}
DM: Light Med Heavy loads^
Britta Bardsbane: ((Ravid can carry over 300... *drool*))
Richtor Barsten: ((How do loads affect me?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Ravid?))
DM: Cauta you see Git standing where the hole was, making sure no Trog come in that way.)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Only Cauta has met him))
DM: (Richtor just drop a warhammer and we call it good)
Richtor Barsten: ((alrighty))
Richtor Barsten: ((Ok, before I do that...quick question))
Richtor Barsten: ((With this new warhammer being so...heavy.))
Cauta: ((Cauta likes Ravid. ))
Richtor Barsten: ((Will it incur a combat penalty in hit accuracy?))
Eschaton 's eyes widen as another wave of magic washes over him. He crawls closer faster, placing his hands on the warhammer. His ears twitch wildly as he feels the magic from the hammer, and small voices calling out. "This is...?" Leaning a bit closer to the hammer, he speaks to the head. "Who are you?"
DM: ( Nope, but will for skill checks..)
Cauta: ((I can just make Cauta give the shield to Britta to pack mule.))
Richtor Barsten raises an eyebrow at the elf
Britta Bardsbane looks at Esch with some concern, thinking maybe he's rattled something loose after that exhaustion. "Uhmmm..."
Richtor Barsten: "It's a hammer, not a god damn child you daft elf."
Britta Bardsbane: ((Yeah, she could handle it at the moment))
DM: XD That funny.. )
Cauta groans into her hand. "Eschaton...you might want to take a moment to get your head on straight..."
DM: No Eschaton you don't hear the voice anymore, now it's Cauta!
DM: You hear a small voice- "Let me out?" -it seems very childlike Cauta)
Britta Bardsbane shoulders her pack and wanders over, nearer to the group in her nice, new studded leather armor. She doesn't seem quite comfortable in the armor, though... She keeps adjusting the breast plate.
DM: (Also you may have to sneeze as your nose seems to be bombarded by spores )
Cauta pauses, looking over her shoulder. "The hells..?"
DM: Spot check!
Eschaton turns to Britta. "Shhhh! Someone spoke when Richtor said the words on it. It's... " Listening for a moment, he looks to Cauta, his ears twitching as he recognizes the voice. "It's you?"
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Richtor Barsten: ((19))
Eschaton: <14>
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta Bardsbane: ((15))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Cauta: ((11))
Britta Bardsbane looks a bit worried, glancing at Richtor before at the others. "Uh... what's going on...?
DM: Richtor what is up with you?! You managed to be the one that spots a tiny cage underneath some worn cloth.
Richtor Barsten looks over.
Richtor Barsten: "huh..."
Richtor Barsten walks over and rips off cloth
Britta Bardsbane: ((Where's the cloth?))
DM: There seems to be a small cage housing a small creature, a mycoid worker. one foot tall mushroom guy, with no mouth and a pair of solid white eyes.
Eschaton shivers as he senses the magic again. He also suddenly sneezes without warning as he feels the magic.
DM: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/ar... <- the tiny one
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, tiny shroom thing."
Britta Bardsbane follows Richtor and peers at the creature, blinking for a moment.
Cauta watches Richtor for a moment, before looking down at what he uncovered. "...what exactly is that?"
DM: ROUND TIME, also do you guys want to stop here or keep going?))
Cauta: ((...that thing is kinda cute.))
Eschaton: Eschaton: >
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm actually not that tired right now...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'd love to keep going, but I'll go with whatever everyone else is doing))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Agreed, Guilty!))
Cauta: ((I'm a little dozy...but I can go on.))
DM: Git knows what it is, and just yells it- "Mycoid.. Fungus people.. they're the one that keep these areas.."
DM: (Alright well.. in that case I have to do another ROOUND )
DM: (Fell free to talk, also SoL that shit Cauta)
Britta Bardsbane looks at the little Mycoid, tilting her head, then murmurs to Richtor: "It's kinda cute..."
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta: ((...Cauta likes Mycoids. XD))
Eschaton:
DM: (.. you know I just said to myself.. I hope he nails this one, so I can be lazy..)
Eschaton:
Eschaton grins. "Mycoid...!" and crawls a bit closer. "Are you the one that called to us? How can we help you?"
DM: (Cauta feel free to look up mycoid on the web and tell whatever info you want..)
DM: ROUND TIME
Cauta: ((...Lazy fucker.))
Cauta: ((XD))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Anyone wanna hear what I think of 'theme music' for Britta's homeland, Tenve?)))
Cauta: ((The internet has failed me.))
Richtor Barsten
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bddw4ZmDRVQ
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((Sure.))
Richtor Barsten: ((DWARVEN THEME SONG!))
Britta Bardsbane
((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3aYiiGd3PZc&fea... ))
Cauta: ((CELTS. SCOTS AND IRISH!))
Cauta: ((TALL DWARVES!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((*giggles!*))
Cauta: ((The imagery certainly fits. ))
Eschaton:
Cauta: ((I need to bug Ikitt about the world...))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((Nuuu, I'll do something stupid like munchkin...))
Britta Bardsbane
(( I see this as Ravid's theme... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CzHkijrSuMs&fea... ))
Cauta: ((Cauta got flirted with by a guy with Shepard's song? G'damn.))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: (('Tisn't Shepard's song! 'Tis RAVID's song.))
Cauta: ((...no. Shepard is too epic. You're simply boring it from the legend.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Was that song actually somewhere in ME?))
Cauta: ((I was busy saving the galaxy.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((In that case, Shep can go find another more epic song.))
Richtor Barsten
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A12-KN5UijA
Richtor Barsten: Richtor's fight music
Richtor Barsten: >.>
Richtor Barsten: <.<
Britta Bardsbane
((quake gave me the link to this. I kinda see it as Britta's theme. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afwW16x8SXM&fea... ))
Cauta: ((Esch, what's the song you found?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Don't care if you don't think it fits!))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((... it actually kinda does))
Eschaton
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nvlfyqi_IN4 >
Cauta: ((If this is Britta's theme, I'm expecting some damn poetic moments from her later.))
Cauta: ((ESCH NEEDS A KATANA.))
Richtor Barsten: ((LES FRICTION!))
Richtor Barsten: ((EPIC BATTLE MUSIC!))
Cauta: ((And then he can epically battle with Cauta, Samurai vs Ninja. ))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((That Les Friction... that music is where I see 'Epic Britta'.))
Richtor Barsten: ((THAT'S THE NAME OF THE GAME!))
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((... that'd be kinda epic, Esch))

DM: So now that everyone is close by and effect by his spores you all can hear his voice in your head- "Work.. I work. Out.." -the little thing says
Britta Bardsbane tilts her head. "Want out? Not work out?"
Britta Bardsbane crouches down next to the cage next to Esch, looking for a way to open the little cage.
Richtor Barsten: "...it's a mushroom."
Cauta: ((DM, I couldn't find Mycoids. Lemme know about them so Cauta can show off her knowledge.))
Richtor Barsten: "And it's talking to me."
Britta Bardsbane looks at Richtor. "It's talking to me in my head too..."
DM: Cauta you know mycoid are fungus people that take care of underground mushroom farms. They are not evil and not good.. they run from most things unless they are of higher class than worker. Also the talk with spores via mindlink)
Richtor Barsten: "It's a mushroom."
Britta Bardsbane
((Seriously... this music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afwW16x8SXM&fea... and this picture go well together: http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-a...
P.S., that shirt is what Britta has on under her armor now, just without the ripped pieces.))
DM: http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/Myconid_(4e...
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((You mean the smexy shirt that shows off her...))
Richtor Barsten: ((Personality?))
Richtor Barsten: (( ))
DM: Britta the cage has a simple lock on it.)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Totally. She's totally modest, can't you tell? Heh... this is her old barbarian gear. She drags it around with her 'just in case'.))
Cauta kneels infront of the cage, a small smile on her face. "Mycoid worker, actually. They live underground and take care of mushroom farms. They typically just run away from things, unless they're above the worker class." She glances to the others. "It's spores make a mindlink so it can speak with us." She hunkers lower to look into it's eyes, a small smile on her face. "I've never actually seen a real one before."
Britta Bardsbane looks at the lock, then attempts to wrest it off the cage.
Richtor Barsten: "Right, I'll let you people deal with this while I get us a way out."
Richtor Barsten drops the shield
DM: You can tell the little bugger is getting worked up and looking past all of you to behind you.
Richtor Barsten: "Oh, and can someone else get that, I can't exactly carry everything and fight."
Richtor Barsten turns around
Britta Bardsbane leaves the lock alone, guessing the others can deal with it. She turns to pick up the shield.
Eschaton:
DM: (When you guys rest, and sleep a bit..)
Eschaton:
Britta Bardsbane: ((Roll for awareness to see what the myconid is looking at: ))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Britta Bardsbane: ((20))
DM: Recklessness is unknown to them also Cauta. )
Richtor Barsten: ((He's looking behind us...))
DM: Britta you can see it's eyeing the dead shaman.)
Cauta: ((Eh?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Richtor already turned around...))
Richtor Barsten: ((Ah, nvm then))
Richtor Barsten scans the room looking for another way out
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten: ((16))
Eschaton: <6, bleh>
Eschaton:
DM: The only way out is the way you came in.)
Britta Bardsbane picks up the shield, then moves to follow Richtor, wherever he's off to.
Britta Bardsbane: "See anything?"
Cauta tilts her head slightly, before following the small creature's gaze. "The shaman? What about it?" She reaches for a lockpick, smiling reassuringly at the small creature. "Give me just a moment and I'll get you out..."
Richtor Barsten: "No, the door's the only way out of here...unless our friend knows a way out."
Richtor Barsten looks at the mushroom
Richtor Barsten: "Hold Cauta"
Britta Bardsbane pauses, looking about. She looks down at the heavy shield in her hands before taking off her pack. She adjusts a few straps on the backpack and manages to tie the shield onto the back of her pack before replacing her pack on her shouldesr.
DM: Cauta you can also tell it can't be more then a year old.)
Richtor Barsten currently has two warhammers strapped to his back for reference sake
Cauta pauses, sparing a glance at Richtor. "You're going to interrogate it? It's barely a year old, it's not going to be much use."
DM: Git seems to be pacing rubbing his chin- "Well.. there is no way of saying this nicely people.. but you all look like shit. Maybe we try and hold up in here till morning?"
Richtor Barsten: "yeah, but even though it's young it might still know another way out of here."
Britta Bardsbane glances at Git. "I think that's a good way of putting it, and I totally agree..."
Richtor Barsten: "I for one would rather ask and know one way or another, then unlock it watch it run off, and not know."
Britta Bardsbane looks at Richtor. "Let's leave the thing alone until later when we've rested up."
Richtor Barsten: "We are in a giant room, where we just killed a bunch of lizard folk..."
Richtor Barsten: "Git himself said they travel in larger groups..."
Cauta shakes her head. "I'm not leaving this in here while we all sleep. It's practically an infant!"
Richtor Barsten: "And you want to sleep amidst their dead?"
Eschaton just waves a hand. "But can we really get out, or indeed go any father?"
DM: (Awwwww.. it's motherly Cauta!)
Britta Bardsbane sighs. "We can toss them out the door, then bar up the door with this shield and one of those axes of yours. And... it's just a kid?"
Richtor Barsten: "Here's how I look at it. There is one way in and out, that we know of..."
Richtor Barsten: "They can bottle us in here, very easily, or even trap us."
Cauta: ((Cauta likes Myconid.))
Cauta: ((She finds them cute. Not that she'll admit it. ))
Britta Bardsbane rubs at her face and looks at Richtor. It's obvious she's tired. "Okay, I don't know. Cauta, what do you suggest?"
DM: Git seems rather indifferent about it all- "ehh.. well I'm pretty sure they don't use the door.. it was covered in violets. So there is just this small tunnel here.."
Britta Bardsbane looks at the tunnel Git mentioned, then wanders over to peer through it.
Richtor Barsten: "It's about the fact that we don't have another way out...I don't like having my back against a wall."
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM: ( I love Richtor is being the cautions one, makes for a real like group. YOu know cause not everyone agrees on everything. )
Britta Bardsbane: ((15))
Cauta: ((Cauta's not arguing the sleeping, she's just arguing for the Myconid.))
DM: (It just leads out the side of the gate you noticed before you came in)
Richtor Barsten: "Cauta, weigh in."
Britta Bardsbane looks at it for a while, then picks up her discarded and broken armor before stuffing it in the gap. She looks at Richtor. "We can sleep, take shifts on guard duty... that'll make sound if it's moved aside."
DM: (You still have the sinking crowded tunnel on th
e top floor, and still have that crescent right as you leave this place going around the pong )
Cauta spares a glance towards the hole, before back to Richtor. "We've got a room with only one entrance...and while that means we're backed to a wall, it means we have a bottleneck. Anything happens while we sleep...we can easily handle the trogs as they come through the gap one at a time. No way is more than one fitting through that."
DM: (It's a pretty big tunnel encircling the pond also)
Richtor Barsten throws hands up
Richtor Barsten: "Fine, go sleep."
Richtor Barsten wanders over to the door
DM: (Richtor you notice a table near you)
Cauta looks back at the cage. "Like it or not, this is the best chance for some sleep we'll get. Eschaton doesn't even have any magic left, and we'll need his spells."
Britta Bardsbane looks at Richtor. "You could do with sleep yourself."
Richtor Barsten sidetracks to the table and investigates
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Richtor Barsten: ((18))
Cauta: ((Cauta is the voice of wisdom...distracted by Myconid.))
Britta Bardsbane moves to the pond's edge and glances around. ((Awareness: ))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Cauta: ((Britta...that's through the door.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((23))
Britta Bardsbane: ((it is? Aw))
Richtor Barsten: ((Yeah, that's in the other room))
DM: The table is empty for the most part.. You do see scratching's on the table though. (describer script)
Britta Bardsbane: (( ... okay.))
Richtor Barsten: ((Uhhh...so can I read the scratching?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((We'll use that awareness on the surrounding room, for just-in-case, then))
DM: (yes.. correctly that is)
Cauta settles in front of the cage, readying her lockpick. "Just a minute, little one..."
Richtor Barsten: ((Ok, so what's it say?))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta: ((15))]
DM: (You notice Britta the empty forge looks like a good place to cook things? )
Cauta: ((...lizard stew anyone?))
Britta Bardsbane moves to the forge, looking it over, and her eyes move to the lizards...
DM: Cauta the lock comes off easy.. Richtor it just looks like random curves and some stab marks in the table. (give me a Int check)
Eschaton sighs and curls up to rest near the warhammer, still holding his scroll tightly, enjoying the magical auras that the two items were putting out.
Britta Bardsbane: For a moment, Britta is quiet, then looks at the others. "So, controversal question coming up... anyone against eating reptiles?"
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
Cauta pulls the lock off, setting it aside and opening the cage door for the Myconid, smiling gently at it. "There you are."
Richtor Barsten replies absentminded "No."
Cauta: ((Cauta is in her own little world. XD))
DM: The little Mycoid on the other hand seems to be shifting his weight back and forth on each stump, even after you open the cage Cauta. Then it just blinks acouple times at you with wide white eyes.. *awkward moment*
Cauta: ((>.>))
DM: Richtor you think this may be some form of a rough map.. maybe.. )
Britta Bardsbane is a bit quiet, then shrugs. "All right, fine." She heads for the large Dragon lizard and attempts to haul it closer to the forge.
DM: Oh shit Britta messed up!)
Richtor Barsten: "This table might have a map etched onto it, one of you can try to figure it out."
Cauta moves slightly out of the way, trying to coax it out with her finger. "C'mon, it's fine. No more lizards to hurt you, or lock you up."
Richtor Barsten walks to the door
Britta Bardsbane: ((WHAT DID I DO NOW!???))
Richtor Barsten: "I'm going to go look around a bit more."
Richtor Barsten leaves the room
DM: Mordy you looks at Britta and waddles out jumping and trying tp pull the large lizard toward the walls.
Cauta: ((...is mordy the myconid?))
DM: (...yush..)
Cauta: ((Because that name is goddamn adorable.))
DM: ( xD )
Britta Bardsbane blinks and looks at the little Myconid, at the lizard, then at the walls. "Uhm... what do you want me to do...?"
Richtor Barsten: ((I can literally hear Cauta going 'SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten is back out by the rusted gate once again
Britta Bardsbane: ((I am trying so hard not to laugh...))
DM: Mordy pulls with all his might then looses his grip and fall on his butt, then trys to motion you to the wall where you can see a violet mushroom wiping it's vines.
DM: Alright Richtor out side you see the same stuff.. What are you doing?)
Richtor Barsten: ((What's the pool area again?))
Cauta follows the Myconid, thinking for a moment. "Well...Myconids tend to underground mushroom gardens. It might be wanting to use the dead lizard as compost for it's garden." She smiles softly at it's little blunder. "I think it wants some help."
Richtor Barsten walks over to the pool area
Britta Bardsbane looks at Mordy, the violet mushroom... then hauls the lizard up and heads for the violet mushroom to see what Mordy will do.
Cauta: ((It will take all her self-control not to take Mordy as a companion/pet))
Britta Bardsbane: ((But 'tis just a baby!))
DM: The pond area is like this everyone. If you look over the side you notice your higher up and see the cliff side curving around it like a screw. At the bottom you can see some foul looking water and some small pipes from sewers pouring shit and piss into the pond at the bottom. (Spot check Richtor)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Richtor Barsten: ((19))
Richtor Barsten: ((On fire with the spot checks tonight))
DM: As your eyes narrow in the darkness you can tell there is several opening the farther you go down.
DM: Mordy would try his best pulling it over the violet shroom-
Britta Bardsbane takes the lizard and pushes it near the violet mushroom.
Richtor Barsten: ((Openings? Like pathways?))
DM: (other caves, and tunnels from old dwarfen mining stuff, and more mushrooms, and one area with no mushrooms)
DM: Britta give me a reflex save!
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Britta Bardsbane: ((23))
Cauta: ((You can only imagine what Git thinks of us helping this little thing.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((So flexy...))
Richtor Barsten: "huh..."
Cauta: ((20 is a autosuccess. >_>))
Richtor Barsten wanders down the path with no mushrooms
Richtor Barsten spot checks!
Britta Bardsbane: ((I like adding mods anyways. ))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Richtor Barsten: ((16))
DM: Britta you manage to pull back your hands as the mushroom nearly snatches you along with the dead body, and watch Mordy try and carry it the rest of the way. Then you see the shroom violently rip the body into pieces, spreading it's gore along it's roots.
DM: It's pretty far down and about a few feet ahead you start to hear noises like the voices you heard before.
Cauta raises an eyebrow. "Good thing we never touched those things..."
Britta Bardsbane makes a face. "Heh, gosh... yeah. We should try cutting one of these things off some time, but I doubt your little friend would like that..."
DM: You see Mordy tilt it's head a bit feeling some of the blood drop on, as he start moving to the other Trog still dead.
Richtor Barsten sneaks forward to see if he can get a look...AT THE TROGS!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barsten: ((I knew this was going to fail))
Richtor Barsten: ((10 - A BILLION for armour))
DM: xD You fail so hard... Your metal boot crunches a bone and you freeze as the Trogs do.)
Britta Bardsbane looks at Cauta. "Why don't you help him out? I'm gonna find Richtor... he shouldn't be wandering about by himself here."
Cauta laughs a little, following Mordy back to another one of the corpses. "Can do. Scream if you need me."
Richtor Barsten: "YOU WANT SOME OF RICHTOR MOTHERFUCKERS?!"
Cauta: ((You should be freaking out, Cauta's smiling. XD))
Cauta: ((Britta has never seen the devil smile!))
DM: Alright combat again!
Richtor Barsten: ((WOO!))
Richtor Barsten: ((RICHTOR BE HEALED ASSHOLES!))
Britta Bardsbane nods and leaves the room. She goes looking for Richtor, while in the back of her mind she is... well... needing to go toilet because she felt so scared when Cauta gave that smile and laugh. She shakes off the feeling and swallows.
DM: (Round time.. I'm do this one a tad early)
Richtor Barsten: ((This is a first...it's almost 4 in the morning and I'm not tired in the slightest...))
Britta Bardsbane wanders about and it isn't long before she finds Richtor... looking like he's about to get into trouble. She hangs back from the edge and peers at Richtor. "What... is going on?"
Britta Bardsbane: ((I can't believe you've lasted this long.))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((5 is as long as I'm going, tired or no, I'll fuck up my sleep schedule if I go longer >.>))
Britta Bardsbane: ((This is almost 10 pm here...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Yeah))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I love how Cauta's going all googly over Mordy...))
Cauta starts to nudge the next corpse along, not really pushing but just giving enough of nudge to help Mordy along, and to keep her a safe distance from the grabbing vines of those mushrooms. She spares a quick glance towards Eschaton, content to see he's resting, before focusing once more on helping the small Myconid.
Cauta: ((I know Cauta generally well, but the odd rolls give her character a few interesting 'quirks' that make her more 'human'))
Cauta: ((Like her love of fish.))
Cauta: ((Was completely unknown, but she did a great scent check, so I worked it into her character.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((XD!! ))
Cauta: ((And both of these are easily justifiable within her background.))
Cauta: ((Alduske isn't a port city, fish would be a treat there. Thus helping her love of it.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Fish would be so common in Tenve... they're on the coast and islands))
Cauta: ((She's not overly worldly, so where someone with experience would shrug off a myconid, like Richtor did, Cauta's only heard about them, and seeing as it's adorable, she finds it rather lovable.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Britta thinks it's cute, but like... flower cute, not puppy/baby cute...))
Cauta: ((Cauta finds it puppy cute. Maybe a little baby cute too. ))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Yo, quake... where's Richtor come from? ))
Richtor Barsten: That's a good question...
Richtor Barsten: He wasn't born in a dwarven city >.>
Cauta: ((Some time ago, in a whore house far far away...))
Richtor Barsten: ((Yep xD))
Richtor Barsten: ((Although his mother wasn't actually a whore. Just a dwarven woman who lost judgement >.>))
Cauta: ((I'd buy it. Explains his inability to keep a wife. XD))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Britta's grandma was a whore...))
Richtor Barsten: ((Now that is a disturbing image))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... a long time ago.))
Richtor Barsten: ((Too late))
Cauta: ((Cauta is a thoroughly bred noble. No whores in her lineage.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Ahehehe!))
DM: Alright Britta how are you seeing again? xD
Britta Bardsbane: ((... I have no clue))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Damn.))
Richtor Barsten: ((Apparently she developed dark vision when we weren't looking ))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... can we having some glowing fungus!!???))
Cauta: (( I WOULD have given you my bullseye. But my charity was constantly ignored. So SOD YOU.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((n'aww...))
DM: Cauta the same thing happens to each dead-dead thing that you help him with, intill he jumps on the shaman. Mordy poofing his cheeks making a meaning face like, and holding it.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Okay... can we assume Britta lit her torch before going looking for Rich?))
Cauta: ((...g'damn that mental image is cute.))
DM: Git is handed you his vial of light. >,>)
Britta Bardsbane: ((That works!))
Cauta: ((I say that's the last time we bail her out. <_< SHE MUST LEARN.))
Cauta: (( ))
DM: Richtor you quickly see the image of three Torg coming running up toward you but stop in mid step, and start running away this time.
Britta Bardsbane: ((*Mordy eyes at Guilty*))
DM: (LAST TIME! xD)
Britta Bardsbane walks up next to Richtor and peers down. "What was down there?"
Cauta crouches beside the body, laughing softly at the Myconid. "Didn't like him very much? Is he the one who caught you?"
Richtor Barsten: "HA, that's right you scaly assed motherly tit sucking reptiles! RUN!"
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'll try better next time!))
Richtor Barsten: "Oh, you know...more trogs quite literally next to the room you guys wanted to sleep in. Nothing much."
Richtor Barsten wanders farther in
DM: Richtor you start to smell something pretty rank, and foul.. then you feel a wet droplet on your shoulder.. then a goop of it, and feel the burning as a drop hits your ear from above.
Britta Bardsbane glances at Richtor, down again, then shakes her head at him. "Y'know, you say the strangest things."
Cauta: ((OH GOD. ALIEN.))
Britta Bardsbane follows.
Richtor Barsten touches the goop with his armoured hand...
Richtor Barsten: "You have got to be fucking kidding me."
DM: (No Richtor goes no farther till I detail this)
Richtor Barsten runs back, dragging Britta with him
Britta Bardsbane: ((... hehe!))
DM: Reflex both ya!
Cauta: ((DM HAS CAUGHT YOU.))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Richtor Barsten: ((BITCH PLEASE!))
Cauta: ((XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm ninja dwarf!))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Cauta: ((20's galore tonight.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((7...))
DM: That is enough time to pull Britta to the side as this falls from the roof... )
Cauta: ((Britta! STOP GETTING MAULED.))
Richtor Barsten: ((I just like the fact he was trying to fuck me over and I get of scot free!))
Richtor Barsten: ((Wait, so I succeeded in pulling Britta out of there in time?))
Richtor Barsten: ((HERO RICHTOR!))
DM: http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/MM35_g...
Britta Bardsbane stumbles with Richtor, her eyes going wide as she sees what fell from the ceiling.
DM: (I'm not trying to fuck over anyone this is the stuff I had planned, just.. when everyone went that way.. But oh well)
Cauta: ((...demon jelly.))
DM: (Gelatinous Cube actually..)
Richtor Barsten releases his hold on Britta
Richtor Barsten: "Let's all sleep in the big room tonight they said..."
Richtor Barsten: "We'll be safe they said"
Britta Bardsbane looks genuinely freaked, holding on tightly to the vial that Git gave her. "Yeah, okay..."
Richtor Barsten: "We'll put people on watch they said"
DM: Mordy exhales a large breath at the body then jumps off it looking kinda lost, he doesn't seem to want to 'plant' that body.
DM: Give me Turn rolls!
Richtor Barsten: "What's that, there's a giant square of acid jello falling from the ceiling?!"
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM: Eschaton if you want you can go to bed, I have a feeling this will end mid combat. THen I'll rush over night time, and we'll pick up there.)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM: Ok you all win.. your turn Britta -> Richtor
Britta Bardsbane: ((... I don't know how to fight a glob of jello))
Cauta: ((I'm more laughing at how he's provoked all this and seems to think it'd have guaranteed found us.))
Cauta: ((Protip: Don't get close.))
Britta Bardsbane bites her lip. "I have a feeling that weapons won't do much against this thing, Richie..."
Richtor Barsten: "We could always try eating it."
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: "I hear acid is good for digestion."
Britta Bardsbane clamps the vial of light between her teeth, reaching into her pack and bringing out her flint and steel, along with the torch. "Yeah, you do that, short thing..."
Cauta: ((Protip...shame you didn't let the magic guy rest up. XD))
Richtor Barsten: ((Yeah...how exactly do we fight Jello?))
Britta Bardsbane was speaking around the vial.
Richtor Barsten: ((Protip: Go back to your shroom you pansy.))
Cauta: ((SHAME YOU DON'T HAVE SOL. BWAHAHAHAHAHA))
Richtor Barsten: ((BUT I HAVE INTERNETZ!))
Britta Bardsbane lights the torch and puts the flint and steel back in her bag.
Richtor Barsten: ((which is a dwarven precognition instrument!))
Cauta: ((That's cheating. -.-))
Richtor Barsten: ((Didn't I tell you to go back to your damn shroom?))
DM: (if your reading what I'm reading.. you would know there is a good chance this will kill one of you..)
Cauta: ((Have fun, champ.))
DM: Britta you light a torch! Turn over, Richtor turn show me that warhammar!)
Richtor Barsten: "Hey...how quick do you think this thing can...run? Slide? crawl?"
Richtor Barsten: ((Fuck it, let's see what a weapon actually does to this thing.))
Britta Bardsbane: "I bet it can ooze as fast as any liquid... which is fast"
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Richtor Barsten: ((22))
DM: Yout hit..
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 5
Richtor Barsten: ((9))
DM: ( just to save time it has a AC of 4...)
Richtor Barsten: ((btw, I'm using the enchanted armour))
Richtor Barsten: ((hammer))
DM: You smash into it doing 10 points of damage!
Cauta: ((...huh. That's a shitty AC.))
DM: ( +1 Magic weapons give plus +1 to hit and damage)
Richtor Barsten: ((Chances are it has a shit ton of health))
Britta Bardsbane considers her torch for a moment, wondering what will happen if she stabs the creature with it.
Eschaton: <...could I borrow magic from the hammer to enchant something else?>
Britta Bardsbane grins. "Did you say it was acid?"
Richtor Barsten: "That's what it felt like."
DM: The Cubes turn.. it rushes forward trying to engulf you Richtor, give me a reflex save! IT is trying to run you over.
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Richtor Barsten: ((19))
Richtor Barsten: ((wait 20 sorry))
DM: Mordy exhales a large breath at the body then jumps off it looking kinda lost, he doesn't seem to want to 'plant' that body.
DM: You manage to move to side seeing all the trash it's recently picked up inside it.
Cauta looks at the corpse for a moment, before looking back to Mordy. "Out of things to do, little one?"
DM: (No Eschaton your 'items' are later in the next part..)
Britta Bardsbane reaches over and taps her torch's fire to Richtor's hammer that should be covered in acid. She's trying to see if it's flammable.
DM: Mordy looks at your direction as you hear the voice again - "Done work.. Colds planted.."
Eschaton:
DM: It's not flammable)
DM: (Dwarf magic using it for sure.)
Britta Bardsbane swears and extinguishes the torch before putting it back in her pack. She takes out her swords, ready to try and fight this ting.
DM: Richtor turn!
Richtor Barsten: "HAMMAR!"
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Richtor Barsten: ((10))
DM: hit)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barsten: ((6))
Eschaton:
Richtor Barsten: ((That's with the plus 1 as well))
Cauta nods, sitting cross legged in front of Mordy. "Well, what do you do when there's nothing to be done then?"
Richtor Barsten: ((btw, can I get the stats for this warhammer so I can add it to my sheet?))
DM: You splatted some more, as it keep trying to run you over.. Britta yet to hit it.)
Cauta: ((There's a hilarity in seeing Cauta just having a grand time while these two deal with the threat of becoming dead.))
DM: (Yea it just magical stat wise, +1 to hit +1 to damage the other you have to figure out)
Britta Bardsbane swings with both blades at the side of the cube.
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta Bardsbane: ((12))
DM: hit
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta Bardsbane: ((13))
Britta Bardsbane: ANNND
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta Bardsbane: ((24))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta Bardsbane: ((12))
DM: Morty closes his eye rolling his head lightly, that's all you can tell he is doing.- "Colors.."
Britta Bardsbane: ((Whooo!))
DM: (alright!)
Britta Bardsbane: ((First To Hit was actually 13, but whatever!))
DM: Give me another reflex save Britta it's going to try and engulf you.. like it engulfs everything..
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
DM: eyes*
Britta Bardsbane: ((10))
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 2
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 3
Cauta tilts her head slightly, before remembering about the hallucination the Myconids enter typically in their spare time. "I see...well, not really."
DM: take 5 Acid damage as you feel the thing start to engulf you, (Fort save now)
Britta Bardsbane: ((wait!))
Cauta: ((<_< )
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Britta Bardsbane: ((16))
DM: (For what it's worth Cauta it was looking at you and sending the same spores to you, but.. it doesn't work on other only mycoid)
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 1
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 1
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 2
Britta Bardsbane: ((... ))
DM: You feel your self start to panic as you try and pull away but feel the thing sap your control. You grow stiff and paralyzed as it start to engulf the rest of you..
DM: Richtor turn!
Britta Bardsbane squeaks.
Richtor Barsten: "huh..."
Cauta: ((Miiiight want to be quick about killing it.))
Richtor Barsten: "HAMMAR!"
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Richtor Barsten: ((23))
DM: hit)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6
Richtor Barsten: ((11))
Britta Bardsbane: ((*nibbles nails*))
DM: Alright! And Cube turn)
Richtor Barsten: ((HOW MUCH CAN THIS THING TAKE?!))
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 1
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 5
Cauta: ((>_>))
DM: Take another 6 points of acid Britta as you are now completely engulfed by this thing.
DM: Richtor turn
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Richtor Barsten: >.>
DM: CRIT!
Cauta: ((<.< )
Richtor Barsten: ((FUCK YO COUCH JELLY!))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 2
Cauta: ((...))
Richtor Barsten: ((fuck...))
DM: (Britta what's your Hp?)
Richtor Barsten: ((is it 6...or is it 6 + 4?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((with the acid taken it down, it's 8. For the first time.))
DM: (it's 2x2 = 4 + str mod)
Richtor Barsten: ((ah...I got my warhammer saying it's x3 >.>))
DM: Oh! Then ya, it's 3x the dice shown
Richtor Barsten: ((Plus strength?))
DM: (Yup)
Richtor Barsten: ((9))
DM: 3x dice is 6 + str mod
Richtor Barsten: ((Sorry Britta...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((nooo!))
Richtor Barsten: ((I even got a crit for you, but the dice deked me out.))
DM: You chuck it another good time, seeing it growing smaller but still digesting Britta
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 2
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 5
DM: take another 7 acid Britta..
Cauta: ((<_< )
Britta Bardsbane looks all pale and deathly in that cube of jello.
Britta Bardsbane: 1 HP
Cauta: ((HOLY BALLS THIS IS GETTING TENSE.))
DM: Richtor Reflex!
Richtor Barsten: ((I got a question...))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barsten: ((10))
DM: (Shoot)
Richtor Barsten: ((would it be possible to flying tackle into the thing, knocking Britta loose?))
DM: (You could... tackle maybe and replace her with you.. but)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Not worth the risk, I don't think... she couldn't help you))
DM: (It's these moments where I have to De Ex Macha this shit )
Cauta: ((MORDY. SAVE THEM.))
DM: Richtor take your turn, and ignore that last engulf on you that you failed..
Richtor Barsten: ((Yeah...considering the thing has taken almost over 50 units of damage...))
DM: actually give me a Fort save Richtor
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Richtor Barsten: (()
Cauta: ((...))
DM: Yea just attack it..
Richtor Barsten: ((I was attacking it, but ok...))
DM: *turns a blind eye*
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Richtor Barsten: ((20))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barsten: ((13))
Britta Bardsbane: ((*looks hopeful*))
DM: If that second roll was a fort save what would have it been?
Cauta: ((We can't roll worth a fuck when it counts, can we?))
DM: 14 + Fort?
Richtor Barsten: ((same))
Cauta: ((...uuurrge...why am I still awaaakkkkee...?))
Richtor Barsten: ((My Melee and Fort are the same at 6 right now))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Because this is so scary!))
DM: Alright then you manage to knock into a strange puddle as it leaks out over the edge
Cauta: ((I'm not scared.))
Richtor Barsten: ((That has to kill it...))
Richtor Barsten: ((That was like...60 damage...))
DM: (...for now...)
Britta Bardsbane: ((I am!!))
DM: (HP 4d10+32 )
Britta Bardsbane: ((... YAY!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Don't let a chicken peck me. I'll die...))
Richtor Barsten: ((wait...well...fuck...))
Richtor Barsten: ((So it's dispersed?))
DM: (I was playing by the rules.. ya you killed it..)
Cauta: ((SHUT UP AND RUN.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Leaving Britta and all the bits and pieces?))
DM: Mordy did try to send you the spores for what it matters cauta
Richtor Barsten runs over to britta, holstering his warhammer
Richtor Barsten: "Well...I bet that hurt Barbie."
Britta Bardsbane coughs a bit, pale. "Worst... date... ever..."
DM: (...I am unsure if I should eat her armor that whole time..)
Richtor Barsten picks up Britta, and starts carrying her back to the room
Richtor Barsten: "I know, you didn't offer me ale once."
Britta Bardsbane: ((Her armor should be tougher than she is))
DM: (Ooze made of PURE ACID)
Cauta blinks, sniffling slightly at the spores. "I appreciate the thought, but I'm not susceptible to that."
Britta Bardsbane grins a bit. She coughs a few more times, then weakly glances down at herself.
Britta Bardsbane: ((... SHE KEPT HER MODESTY!!!))
Richtor Barsten: ((awww...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((But my armor... my lovely new armor...))
Richtor Barsten: ((I MEAN...that's good))
DM: (You can keep it, but you better remember you have human eyes xD)
Cauta: ((The frigging armour I GAVE you! That was better for me! You almost MELT it!))
Britta Bardsbane limply whacks a hand against Richtor's chest. "Wait..."
Britta Bardsbane: "I dropped Gil's vial."
DM: Git walks up to you with hand out- "So, where's my Cat's Eyes?"
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'm sorry... I'm dying from laughter.))
Richtor Barsten: "We'll go back for it later."
DM: (xD we thought that the same time )
Britta Bardsbane: ((XD!!! Oh dear...))
Cauta: ((So, Git's outside the room?))
Richtor Barsten walks into the room cradling Britta, and gently lays her on the ground
Britta Bardsbane is propped up by her pack which stayed firmly strapped to her shoulders the whole time.
DM: Git not anymore, he inside and annoyed)
Richtor Barsten: "I'm sorry, what were you asking Git?"
Richtor Barsten looks over at Git dangerously
Cauta turns slightly at the sound of footsteps. "How did it g-Hells!" She scrambles up, moving over to Britta's side immediately. "What in the name of the Infernal did you run into out there?! She looks like she's almost been bloody melted!"
DM: Git spits at the ground- "Where one of our few light sources went.. That stuff is hard to make ya know?"
Britta Bardsbane still looks pale and a bit sick. Her eyes are having trouble staying open.
Richtor Barsten: "I was literally in the next room over, when this cube of jello falls from the ceiling. Engulfed Britta, barely managed to kill the thing before it dissolved."
Richtor Barsten stands up
DM: Mordy is jumping up and down excited about Britta new dead-dead ness.
Richtor Barsten: "Hold that thought Cauta."
Britta Bardsbane: ((MORDY!))
Richtor Barsten walks over to Git, taking out his hammer, and slamming it next to him, using it to lean on
DM: And Mordy starts pulling on her finger toward the wall. xD
Britta Bardsbane makes a fumbling movement with her hands, trying to make Mordy stop.
Richtor Barsten: "You know what I don't think is hard to make? Sniffling little goblins. How about this, tomorrow, when we're rested up, you take point."
Richtor Barsten looks back
Cauta glances over at Mordy, shaking her head, brushing him away from Britta. "No, no. She's not for harvesting! We can fix her...Eschaton can fix her up after he's rested. She'll be fine."
Richtor Barsten: "Harvesting?"
Britta Bardsbane opens her eyes a bit, then shoves with one hand against the floor, limply falling over to the side... and throwing up what looks to be blueish bile.
DM: Git looks in his jacket pockets and throws it off- "I think I can handle that.. But I would leave ya'll in the dirt.." -he seems to be hinting at his own nature camouflage
DM: natural**
Richtor Barsten just gives a smile at the little goblin
DM: Mordy puffs up his cheeks again, then goes back to enjoying himself on the Shaman.
Richtor Barsten: "Then do us a favor, and disappear for awhile before I decide to break your scrawny little neck."
Richtor Barsten grabs his hammer, and walks back to the group
Britta Bardsbane manages to sit up a bit with some difficulty, trying to shove off the pack's straps.
Cauta gestures to the empty room, the lack of bodies save for the shaman. "He fed them to the mushrooms. Keep away from the walls, yeah?" She watches the Myconid a bit more before looking back at Richtor. "I'll make sure he doesn't touch her, alright? Whether we like it or not...we're here for the night now."
Britta Bardsbane: The paralysis should have started to wear off.
Richtor Barsten: "He better not, else I'll kill him."
Richtor Barsten is dead serious
Cauta: ((Cauta is trying to keep the group together! LEADERSHIP!))
DM: (Mordy has no sense of recklessness or awareness of danger xD He's perfect!)
Richtor Barsten: ((We should start wrapping this up))
DM: (Then we call it there?!)
Cauta shakes her head slowly. "Because he might get her killed?"
Britta Bardsbane manages to get one strap off and fall out of the other before just lying on the floor.
Richtor Barsten: ((I WANT TO LVL UP FIRST!))
Cauta: ((We have to sleep for that. ))
Richtor Barsten looks to Cauta
Richtor Barsten: "Was that some kind of crack?"
DM: OK but you will have to wait till I do my round, this one is important I do on time.
DM: (Oh ya, darkness now Cauta is trying to let Richtor now it was his fault she almost died )
Cauta: "No. Just a friendly reminder as to why she's on death's door in the first place."
Cauta: ((CAUTA BRINGS THE HAMMER OF GUILT.))
Britta Bardsbane looks at the darkness for a while, then softly murmurs: "Wasn't his fault."
Britta Bardsbane: "I'd be dead... if he didn't kill it..."
Richtor Barsten: "Because she came after me of her own accord. I didn't ask any of you to come after me, I said I was looking. It's pretty sad that the place you want to sleep had something like that in the next fucking room, don't you think."
Richtor Barsten looks at Cauta
Richtor Barsten: "Good thing it's dead, huh?"
Richtor Barsten walks away from the conversation
Britta Bardsbane coughs a bit. "Rich... hey?"
Richtor Barsten looks back
Britta Bardsbane points towards her belt. You can see a small wine skin. "You'd better make sure that... that it doesn't have any of that cube stuff in it."
Richtor Barsten looks at it slightly
Richtor Barsten: "Appreciate the thought, but I think you need it more than I do."
Richtor Barsten walks away
Britta Bardsbane is quiet for a moment, then smiles.
Richtor Barsten: ((DWARF TURNED DOWN A DRINK!))
Richtor Barsten: ((MARK IT ON THE CALENDER!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Britta is suddenly very impressed!))
Cauta just mutters in infernal about stupid dwarves and their bloody egos. "Britta, you need some rest. Lay down, and get some sleep." She spares a glance at Richtor's back. "We'll keep watch. Make sure nothing gets in."
Cauta: ((And no, she's not conceding defeat there. That's just knowing there's a time and a place to tell him the fuck off.))
Britta Bardsbane takes a while, but she eventually manages to get her bedroll out of her pack and snuggle into it. She only takes off her boots before she succumbs to sleep. She looks a wreck, but a sort of... peaceful wreck.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Like one that's been on the shoreline for a while.))
Cauta sighs lightly into her hands, thumbing her crossbow as she watches Mordy silently. "I hope you're ready for a long night, Richtor."
Richtor Barsten: ((Looking forward to it GC))
Richtor Barsten: ((CHALLENGE!))
Richtor Barsten: "Whatever."
Cauta just looks at the others sleeping peacefully, the faintest line of worry creasing her brow. "Yeah. Whatever."
Britta Bardsbane: ((brb for five mins))
Cauta: ((Aannnnd that seems like an epic place to call it a night.))
Cauta: ((Bonding, schisms, distrust. Magical night.))
Richtor Barsten: ((Two people think they're right and the other is wrong...))
Richtor Barsten: ((AWESOME SAUCE!))
DM: .
Richtor Barsten: ((LVL UP!))
Richtor Barsten: ((SO I CAN GO SLEEP!))
Cauta: ((Cauta trying to be a leader. Richtor trying to be a badass lone wolf. The rifts!))
Cauta: ((I'm with Quaker on that...I'm fucking exhausted...this will not be a trend for me...))
DM: oK WHO'S FIRST?
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'm back and I have 10 mins))
Cauta: ((Quaker will be quick, so him. Then me, cause I'm exhausted.))
DM: (I didn't think you all would keep going but I hope you enjoyed it, I was trying to make this learning 'combat' type game)
Britta Bardsbane: ((I think it was an awesome game!!!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Tell you what, are you gonna be online tomorrow night?))
DM: Yup, want me to lvl you then?
Britta Bardsbane: ((Might be a good idea. I'll probably ask heaps of questions. I'll hang about for 10 more mins, though.))
DM: Level 3 everyone gets a new FEAT
Britta Bardsbane: ((At least we didn't have to have Britta's funeral on my birthday...))
DM: (xD Ya.. I was trying not too)
Britta Bardsbane: ((I could hug you))
Richtor Barsten: ((I TRIED!))
DM: Skill points you get 2 + Int Mod
Richtor Barsten: ((IT HAD SO MUCH HEALTH!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I could hug you too))
Eschaton:
DM: Well I'm southern we hug friends and everyone so I like hugs..
DM: Wasn't Mordy funny at the end?
Britta Bardsbane: ((I don't hug often. I often want to hug people I can't hug because they're on the other side of the world.))
DM: Richtor your int mod?
Richtor Barsten: is that me with the int mod?
DM: Ya
Britta Bardsbane: ((Everyone gonna be online next week?))
Richtor Barsten: +1
Richtor Barsten: int = 13
DM: I will
Richtor Barsten: ((yep, no work next weekend))
DM: You get THREE SKILL POINTS! WOOO
Richtor Barsten: Yay
DM: also you can rank skill up to four ranks
Richtor Barsten: ((Where do those go again?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Climb, Awareness, etc.)
DM: SKills.. like awareness, armor smifhing
DM: Base Attack go from +2 to +3
DM: Fort save stays the same
Britta Bardsbane: ((I may drop off now... need to get ready for bed. It was lots of fun today, guys!!!))
DM: Reflex go from +0 to +1
DM: Talk to you later Britta
Britta Bardsbane: ((Sorry for being a munchkin at times! XD))
DM: Will go from +0 to +1
DM: And that's it for Quake
Britta Bardsbane: *poofs*
Cauta: ((Honestly...I'm gonna do it tomorrow too...I'm wiped...
Richtor Barsten: My will was already at 1
Richtor Barsten: up to 2?
DM: Remember your saves are made like this..
DM: Base Save Fort +3 Ref +1 Will +1
Richtor Barsten: yeah
DM: Then you add Mod from the stats they are attached too.
DM: Fort +con mod
Richtor Barsten: My will was already at 1 though, you said 0 - 1
DM: Ref +dex mod
DM: Will + wisdom mod
DM: Hmm.. it shouldn't have been..
Richtor Barsten: O.o
Richtor Barsten: and my reflex was at 2
DM: What's your dex mod.
DM: con mod and wis mod
Richtor Barsten: Dex is 2
Richtor Barsten: Wis is 1
DM: I'll just total them us for you
Richtor Barsten: Wait
Richtor Barsten: nvm
Richtor Barsten: saw what you were talking about
Richtor Barsten: me being stupid
DM: Reflex Base is +1 Def Mod +2 = Reflex is now +3
DM: Ya got it?
Richtor Barsten: yep
Richtor Barsten: Now...
DM: Def** Dex
Richtor Barsten: I need a feat
DM: Reflex +3
DM: Will +2
DM: Fort +6?
Richtor Barsten: yeah got that
Richtor Barsten: I need an awesome feat
Richtor Barsten: I'm thinking something that taunts people to me
Richtor Barsten: Since I'm supposed to be the tank of the group
DM: Umm.. you could take Improved Toughness and get some extra HP
Richtor Barsten: how much more?
DM: It's D12+con
DM: And every level after that you get +1 Hp
Richtor Barsten: sooo...
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 12 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten: so 12
DM: It's a bland feat but useful.
DM: Ya
Richtor Barsten: that would put me at 33
Richtor Barsten: that'll do
DM: Now I need you to roll your HP dice for leveling
DM: D10
Richtor Barsten: how much health we get back?
DM: I don't know yet.
DM: 70% to 100% depending on how long you guys rest
Richtor Barsten: ah
DM: But I need you roll a D10 for me
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: 6 + your Con mod
Richtor Barsten: 9
Richtor Barsten: so wait...
DM: then +1 for taking IT
Richtor Barsten: I get the toughness...
Richtor Barsten: and the HP lvl up?
Richtor Barsten: AWESOME!
Richtor Barsten: 10
Richtor Barsten: so 43
DM: That's why it takes a feat.. it's to repentant what makes you special
Richtor Barsten: goody
DM: And that's everything for you.
Richtor Barsten: anyways, time to crash
Richtor Barsten: later Ikitt
DM: been fun
DM: cya
DM: Vex you still here?
DM: kATE?>
Eschaton:
DM: Can I call you? it would make leveling easier
Eschaton: Sure, lemme get my papers
Eschaton: Alright

In Between Sessions Chat:

Cauta has a brilliant right hook... (GC and KO)

Spoiler:

Session 7 (16th September 2012)

Britta joined the chat
Richtor Barsten joined the chat
Britta: Yo
Eschaton joined the chat
DM joined the chat
Cauta joined the chat
Britta: ((*brings out the pizza and mountain dew*
Britta: ))
Richtor Barsten: HAMMAR TIME?!
Britta: Wake-up time, isn't it?
DM: So last we let off with everyong wanting to sleep after there long adventure in the sewer catacombs. How did everyone prepare to sleep, and take rounds watching guard?
Britta: ((Britta slept all through, but was wearing armor which is meant to have some sort of penalty on rest... not sure what it was. She's wrapped up in her bedroll and using her pack as a pillow))
Richtor Barsten: ((Richtor, still not liking having to sleep while in an enemy occupied dungeon, slept in his armour and took up long watches))
Eschaton: *Esch was kinda passed out from magic exhaustion*
Cauta: ((Cauta was also taking shifts with Richtor.))
DM: (Elfs don't sleep but you do rest in a sort of meditation!)
DM: (Who took last round?)
Richtor Barsten: ((Either Cauta or Richtor))
Cauta: ((What do you say, Rich? You or me))
Richtor Barsten: ((We'll say Rich took it))
DM: I would think.. Cauta considering Richtor didn't want to see at first.)
DM: (sleep*)
DM: (But it's up to you guys)
Cauta: ((Alright. Don't fudge any awareness. Cauta's asleep, crossbow in lap.))
Britta: ((How much would have Britta healed over night by herself? Sorry, I forgot))
Eschaton: (Just decide when you want Esch to wake up/snap out of his meditation)
DM: (everyone can gain... I'm feeling good here.. 6hp!)
Britta: Yay!
Britta: ((7/42))
Richtor Barsten: ((25 out of 43!))
Britta: ((Can I get up now?))
Eschaton: (Trying to kick the habit of using <> xD)
Cauta: ((16/17))
Britta: ((Ta, Esch! 'Tis gonna be a bit of work to go back and fix that, but I think I know a quick way of doing it when I do get around to fixing past history))
Cauta: ((Aaaaannnd...buddy wants to get grub.))
Eschaton: (If you're using something like Microsoft Word, you can use the find and replace function to do it quickly)
Cauta: ((>_>))
Britta: ((That's the idea. EAT, Guilty! Quick!))
DM: As darkness filled the room, and everyone bundled tightly in there bedrolls Richtor was keeping guard. The air was cold, and damp making the grim situation feel hopeless. Richtor where are you as you watch guard?)
Cauta: ((I'm going OUT))
Cauta: ((And Cauta isn't in her bedroll. She's asleep sitting up.))
DM: (Then heal only 3 hp.)
Cauta: ((sure))
Britta: ((How long you be, Guilty?))
Cauta: ((No idea. We'll just have to see.))
DM: (Also I make no promises if this adventure will be better or worst.)
Britta: ((Maybe the others let her sleep in because she looks so knackered?))
Cauta: ((Just grabbing some local grub, so shouldn't be overly long.))
DM: (well then we could just wait.. )
Cauta: ((Better or worst what?))
Britta: ((N'aww... I wanna get Britta up so she can find food!))
DM: (This part kinda includes Cauta though.)
Cauta: ((Plus you guys can't find traps. >_>))
Cauta: ((Be back.))
Richtor Barsten is wandering the room
DM: (If he just grapping fast food it shouldnt be longer then like.. 30 mins I would think but idk)
DM: So just pacing Richtor?
Richtor Barsten: ((Pretty much))
Britta is sleeping, tucked up in her bedroll with her head resting on her pack. One hand is draped over her face as if she's been conscious of something touching her from time to time - probably the remaining effects of the acid.
DM: Alright well in that case, everything goes by without a drop of trouble for you guys. But it growing very cold and your getting hungry.
DM: (Richtor and everyone can start getting up, after he slaps you guys awake.. He thinks it's been close to 8 hours which more then enough)
DM: (I'll just comb over this morning part as time to stall for Cauta then.)
Richtor Barsten wanders around, pacing in place while muttering to himself in dwarven. Mainly just about the situation and, despite being a dwarf, not liking the whole 'stuck in a room surrounded by enemies' deal
Britta rolls over, suddenly sitting up as if startled. She sits still for a few moments, unable to see in the dark and wondering where she is and what's happened. After a few seconds, she realizes and starts getting out of her bedroll. She mumbles as she moves before pulling her boots on and rolling up her bedroll. She puts it away in her pack and kneels for a few minutes.
DM: (Also is there anything you want to do, check, sharpen, eat, talk, or ask Git while we wait?)
Richtor Barsten wanders over to Eschaton
Richtor Barsten kicks him lightly
Richtor Barsten: "Oi, wake up, time to move."
Richtor Barsten repeats to Cauta
DM: (I could see Richtor just flicking him in the nose as he sits there meditating)
Britta finally gives up on trying to figure out where she is. "Okay... question if anyone is around. Where are we and what happened last night?"
Richtor Barsten: ((I don't think I can sharpen a warhammer ))
DM: (Oh.. You could try.. )
Eschaton slowly opens his eyes, as one does when they wake from a long, deep rest. He blinks slowly, in a sort of daze. He can still feel the magic from the hammer and the scroll, but it doesn't seem as strong as the night before. He looks at his hands - they're not shaking like they were last night. He flexes his fingers, then whispers a few words to himself, watching as his hands fill with brilliant light, much more than before. "... most excellent."
DM: (Make it into that axe you've been wanting)
Britta touches her face and hair, then pats herself down as if checking to make sure she's all there. She looks somewhat puzzled.
DM: (Britta the Blind)
Britta 's hair's ends are slightly frizzy from the acid wear.
Richtor Barsten: "In answer to your question. We are several feet underground, surrounded by enemies. You almost died, Cauta didn't like me after that happened, and now we be movin."
Britta: ((Poor Britta the Busty Blind Barbarian...))
DM: (Fort saves everyone!)
Eschaton perks up as if shocked, the light abruptly stopping. "Someone almost died? Who? How?"
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Britta pulls herself to her feet. "Me. Got eaten by jelly."
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Eschaton: (9)
Richtor Barsten: ((19))
Britta: ((10))
DM: Everyone is starving, and just remembering they haven't eaten in a long time.. Richtor knows he is hungry but doesn't feel the need waste more time stuffing his face. Even though he wants to in the back if his head.
Britta yawns and stretches before fingering the ends of her frizzed hair. "Gosh, I'm starved... Think those mushrooms are edible?"
Britta considers it for a moment, then grunts. "Actually, I don't even want to find out."
DM: Also the cold weather is kinda brisk, making you wish you had a fire.
Richtor Barsten: "They're probably alive, if that other little feller was any indication."
Britta glances around, then bends down and picks up her pack before feeling around. "Right, which way is away from the walls...? Maybe I could light that forge that was in here..."
Richtor Barsten: "It's cold, there's next to no food here, and we're surrounded by who knows what. How about we focus on getting out of here...and getting paid, huh?"
Richtor Barsten: "Oh wait..."
Richtor Barsten pulls out trail rations from his pack and downs it
Richtor Barsten: "That hit the spot."
Britta stands in the dark for a little while, then moves around until she finds the forge. She takes a little while, but eventually figures out how to light it. ((Uh... I don't know how to light a forge, so... meh))
DM: Git face can be seen slowly coming into view as he shakes another vial of Cat's Eyes making a very dim light.- "Ehh..?"
Richtor Barsten: ((Is there any special thing that happens when you eat a trail ration? Like health regen or something?))
DM: (Rations contain hard bread, corn bread, jerky, cheese sometimes, and any other long lasting food)
DM: (Ya you don't start losing Con points for staving)
Richtor Barsten: ((...ah))
DM: (Britta your still having some trouble lighting that forge, everything is very damp and wet.)
Eschaton: (w)
Britta pulls out her flint and steel and tries again.
DM: Cauta is snoring away!
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm not sure what to do with Cauta seeing as GC is away right now.))
DM: (Need to find some dry wood or something Britta sorry. Everything in the pit is wet and decaying)
Britta: ((Let her sleep in because she was so awesome at guarding last night. Or something.))
DM: (I was just going to use this time to let people do whatever till he gets back, he shouldnt be that long)
DM: (Sorry guys, I can't really push you out the doors yet without her. )
Britta: ((I'm happy to sit around and actually try to have a morning routine, hehe))
Eschaton stares at Britta for a second in shock, then moves forward slowly. "Oh goddess, I'm so sorry, I didn't have any magic to heal you last night..." He reaches into his pack for the leaf pendant, fumbling a bit until he manages to pull it out. "By the light of the Goddess..." As his hands fill with light, the leaf pendant seems to resonate with his magic, glowing bright green. Pressing the pendant lightly against Britta's shoulder, he whispers "Sacred Boost" in Celestial. With a burst of light, the magic flows from the pendant into Britta, healing the worst of the wounds and easing the acid burns.
Eschaton: (+24 health)
Britta: ((Woah, awesome!))
DM: Git grumbles making some odd hissing curses at some names under his breath, he seems to be counting something in a small wooden box.
Eschaton: (I need a separate piece of paper to keep track of which spells I use when...)
DM: (Which spell did you use Esch?)
Britta blinks as she suddenly feels a whole lot better than before, her skin paling somewhat in a more natural way - you realize it was slightly ruddy before from acid wear. She touches her arms and briefly drops a hand to touch where the wound was on her thigh, then blinks again. "That was... new? Thank you, Escha-... Mind if I call you Esch?"
DM: (Cure Moderate Wounds got it.. you did the math right also good job man)
Britta: ((31/42))
DM: (I'm going to do a round early brb)
Britta glances about. "Oi, Rich... where are you? Can't see you... as usual. Also, who's snoring?"
Richtor Barsten: "I'm still here...and the one snoring would be Cauta...lazy horny toad."
Britta snorts a laugh. "Horny..."
Richtor Barsten: "Who's got their mind in the gutter now eh?"
Britta takes off her pack and starts rifling through it until she finds her torch. She lights it and looks about, seeing where everyone is finally. "My mind is always in the gutter. Surprised you haven't already noticed."
Eschaton nods. "Not at all. As for the improved heal, it was... you could say it was a gift." He looks at the pendant for a moment before pocketing it.
Britta looks at Esch a moment. She nods, not really understanding the Cleric side of things, but figuring he means the gift is from his Goddess.
Britta takes another look in her pack. "You got anything to eat, Esch? Heard Rich gobbling away over in the corner."
Britta: ((brb))
Richtor Barsten tosses Britta a trail ration
Britta: ((back))
Britta catches it and tosses it back. "Thanks, but you keep it, Rich. I have my own."
Richtor Barsten: "Have it your way."
DM: Smell checks everyone!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barsten: ((10))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta: ((10))
Eschaton reaches into a side pocket of his pack that was reinforced so its contents weren't crushed. "Ah, yes, I have some fruit in here... Elves don't often eat much unless there's a festival, but this should help a bit." He pulls out a small satchel, fishing out a few blackberries for himself before tossing it to Britta.
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Eschaton: (12)
Britta catches the satchel and grins before tossing it back. "Gosh, you guys really like sharing your food... this is new." She reaches into her own pack and takes out a small paper package before checking the contents.
DM: It's easy to tell Git is brewing something up, you can hear the glass on glass clinging together and smell the acid and spicy air linger for a moment.- "Alright.. I freaking tired of this swamp gas shit.. You hummy, the ones with the melons.. How much you got on yourself?"
Britta takes a while to figure out who he's talking to. "Uhm... what?"
Richtor Barsten: "Whenever I asked for something like that, I got slapped."
DM: Git barks as he dumps two brown and yellow liquids together into one potion- "I said how much coin you got?"
Eschaton catches the satchel and shrugs, popping the berries into his mouth and pulling out a few more before putting it away. "We're generous creatures. Reclusive, but generous." He catches a whiff of something other than blackberries and looks around, spotting Git with an alchemy set. "...dare I ask what's cooking?"
Britta glances at Richtor and grins. "You ever noticed whenever I try hitting you or this gobber, I always miss? There's no point in trying. And why the hell'd I tell you that, Git?"
DM: Git- "I got a a limited time sell here.. A finished Cat's Eye potion.. not that weak stuff you've seen me using to piss with.. Should get rid of the eye sight issues your having down here.. Umm 10 gold crowns."
Richtor Barsten: "10 gold?"
Richtor Barsten: "For a simple night vision potion?!"
DM: Git- "Did I hear a echo? Ya.. 10 crowns.."
Britta looks at Git a long moment, then moved over and crouches down beside him. "I'm not paying that much, however generous you're feeling. I'll go get you that vial I dropped last night and we'll call it 2 gold, eh?" ((Roll for intimidation))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta: ((11))
Eschaton: (Oh dang xD)
Britta: ((yeahh...))
DM: You start to see a bright yellow smoke cloud rise from the bottle and Git hold it out like it's dangerous.- "Give me eight crowns, you think I'm not use to brow beaters like you?"
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM: (17 Will save, your intimidation has no effect)
Britta: ((... daaamn)
Cauta: ((And I'm back.))
Britta suddenly grabs Git's arm, pushing the bottle back towards Git. "2 gold." ((Grapple check?))
DM: Git looks downs at his pocket watch ticking- "Ya got 12 seconds till the brew goes dead and loses it's effect.. 11.. 10.."
DM: (Ya grapple)
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Britta: ((20))
Eschaton: (Nicely done)
DM: (First roll to hit, then grapple check vrs grapple check)
DM: (Ya you hit, str check)
DM: (well grapple check)
Britta: ((That was meant to be my str check. ))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
DM: (MUHAHAHAH!)
Cauta: ((And now I need to read.))
Britta: ((... gobber is stronger than Britta? No way...))
Britta: ((To hit should have been 22))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((Whiiich is next to impossible...lovely.))
DM: Git greasy arm seems to just slip your grip, and you feel a nasty slime covering your hand as he jumps back counting- "6... 5..."
Britta: ((Damn. That was meant to be strength. 9))
DM: (Nat 20 is always a success and he nat 20 that)
Britta: ((Hold the scroller, Cauta. Just have to flick it slightly when new replies come up))
Britta looks crossly at Git for a few moments, then stands and walks away from him. "Fuqk you amj your Qat Iyiz..."
DM: (Also when you grapple, you can use escape artist instead of your own grapple check if it's higher and your trying to resist a grapple.)
Britta: ((It isn't higher than my strength, I don't think. I'll check anyways.))
Eschaton: (w)
Britta: ((It's the same))
DM: (Well I mean for Git to avoid a grapple, I'm saying to Resist a Grapple, you can use your Grapple or Escape Artist)
Britta: ((Ah, okay. Wouldn't make a difference either way for me seeing as Strength mod is 3 and Escape Artist is 3 total)
Eschaton: (Is Git still holding the potion out like it's dangerous?)
DM: (Ya I just wanted you to explain why you can't get ahold of him, it isn't that he is stronger then you)
DM: (Yes I was waiting on you Eschaton)
DM: (But he is a good distance away from anyone.)
Britta: ((Okay, cool.))
DM: Cauta I'm sure as hell all this has awoken you by now. Your staved and pretty cold.
Britta: ((Probably still reading))
DM: (I can't help but laugh at how Git always get's away from you Britta)
Cauta: ((And now I'm caught up.))
Cauta: -w-
Britta: ((I'm starting to find it rather ironic too! But Git had better watch himself... Britta really dislikes him.))
Britta: ((... not that she'll ever hit him, damn it.))
Eschaton: (This is totally a dick move...)
DM: (Well you don't got to worry about him trying to help you anymore, you blew that chance)
Eschaton sighs and gets up, moving towards Git and reaching into his bag for a few crowns. He stands in front of Git and reaches out like he's offering the money, but quickly brushes his hand against the beaker and whispers "light", imbuing the flask with his magic so it glows. He then sets four crowns on the ground. "There. Half for using one of your items."
DM: (Everyone trying to steal Git's stuff isn't a good idea just saying)
Britta: ((... niiiiiice, Esch))
Britta: ((Yeah... Britta's probably gonna get the first stab in the back, ya?))
Eschaton: (And then probably Esch for doing that xD)
Richtor Barsten: ((Richtor...pacing around the room...total fucks given...zero.))
Cauta stirs slightly, mumbling something unintelligible before rubbing the sleep from her eyes and blinking as she glances about the room. "Mmm...everyone's awake...s'good." She stretches, not really rising from her spot as she tries to fully wake up.
DM: Git just throws back the juice feeling his head get all bubbly and a burp then handing the beaker that was still glowing after swiping the coins.- "Sounds good to me.. I got no problem with that trade heh..." (So there you go, you got nothing out it but a glowing glass potion with nothing in it. The light spell will last 30 mins might I add.)
Eschaton: (That works for me)
DM: Richtor because your not letting your guard down, give me a Awareness check please.)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Richtor Barsten: ((14))
Eschaton shrugs and takes the beaker and turns to Britta. "All yours, unless you'd prefer I carry it."
Britta is back over at the forge now, eating seeing as she knows she probably won't get another chance for a while.
DM: Richtor you think you hear some light noises but your not really able to tell with all the water dripping from the caves, and echos.
Richtor Barsten: "Hey...all of you...shut it!"
Britta glances up and accepts the beaker with a nod of gratitude. "You really didn't need to do that, Esch... my torch would have lasted for a while." She puts out her torch and-... looks over at Richtor, falling silent.
Richtor Barsten attempts to listen closer
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Richtor Barsten: ((19))
Richtor Barsten: ((EPIC WIN!))
DM: As everyone freezes you hear a *drip... drip... drip.. drip..* and that's it.
Eschaton looks over at Richtor, almost as if he didn't care, but still curious.
Cauta rubs her eyes, raising an eyebrow at Richtor but saying nothing.
Britta keeps eating until she's done, then puts the empty packaging in her bag, remaining silent.
Richtor Barsten: "Alright, false alarm...but for the love of god people, shut the fuck up with the yelling and the grappling while we may have some unwanted guests in the very next room!"
DM: http://www.youtuberepeat.com/watch?v=Ff5... <-- Background music for those who want it.)
http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=Ff55SHNKRxw
DM: (I like this Richtor)
Britta stands, unsheathing her bastard sword and looking at the blade before glancing over at Richtor. "I feel like saying 'he started it.'"
DM: Git packs everything up looking kinda out of it with a huge grin- "So.. ya'll sniggit mites ready to go? I'm ready.."
DM: Cauta anything you want to do?)
Eschaton shrugs again. "Guests or no, we've handled everything that's come at us so far."
Britta grabs her hair out of it's pony tail and gathers the frizzy hair together before slicing it with her blade, getting rid of the acid-damaged two inches on the ends. She drops the handful of frizzy hair and sheathes her sword again before starting to put her hair back in a plait. "I guess I'm ready if everyone else is."
Cauta tilts her head. "Yelling...right..." She stands up slowly, still rubbing away the sleep. "Mhm...anyone seen Mordy..?" She murmurs, glancing around for the Mynocid.
DM: Spot checks, for the little guy
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Eschaton: (not even worth the modifier)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Britta finishes with the braid and puts the light-imbued potion jar in her teeth for a moment.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Britta: ((12))
Cauta: ((22))
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Richtor Barsten: ((7))
Richtor Barsten: ((Like Richtor gives a shit yo!))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'M OUT!))
Britta shoulders her pack and takes the jar from her teeth, glancing around at the others. "The mushroom thing?"
Eschaton: (Cauta, are you sure you don't have a tracker on that thing? xD)
DM: Cauta you have to second glance over the dead shaman to notice the little guy with his eyes close, and feet inplanted into the chest of the shaman. It's hard to notice him with all the other 2-6inches tal mushrooms growing around him.
Britta gives Cauta a long, hard look. "It's called... Mordy? You named it....?"
Britta: ((quick brb))
DM: (Also random skill I'm giving Richtor you can always tell which way is north and how deep you are underground.)
Richtor Barsten: ((Ok then..."
Richtor Barsten: *))
DM: (You don't want it? xD)
Richtor Barsten: ((Sure I'll take it...))
Richtor Barsten: ((It'll make knocking heads for getting lost more prevalent))
Britta: ((back))
Cauta tilts her head, watching the little one for a moment before moving closer. "Not exactly. My grandfather actually traveled with a Mynocid scout when he was younger. He called that one Mordy after awhile, since Mynocid don't really have names. Slip of the tongue." She kneels down by Mordy, speaking quietly. "I think it fits though."
Cauta: ((Cauta history lesson, get!))
Richtor Barsten: "How about this, we forget about the mushroom which we don't even intend to keep, and get moving on. You know, to do the job we were hired to do in the first place? The whole reason we're down here?"
DM: Mordy eyes shoot open blinking slowly, then after a long pause he rips his little stumps out the shamans chest leaving two small holes in it's chest. Then starts slowly waddling on one foot then the other in place.
Britta looks over at Richtor. "She named it. Now she's never going to be able to give it up... like the chicken." She adjusts her pack's strap over her shoulder and again draws her blade. "And yeah... let's get out of here. It's cold."
DM: Git is leaning against the stone door just smiling.
DM: Balance checks everyone!
Britta stops and looks at Git. She stares at him a moment, then wanders near him. "You look stupid. You sure you're okay to go wandering about with us?"
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta: ((21))
Richtor Barsten: ((well, there you go))
Eschaton: (12)
Cauta: ((16))
Britta: ((... the closest to the ground loses his balance!?))
Richtor Barsten: ((Yes...))
Britta: ((And the tallest of us has the best...? WHat is up with physics!?))
DM: Everyone feels a rumble like and feels the roof drop some rocks. Everyone but Richtor catches there balance, as it was light. It more of less caught him off guard.
DM: (That is all.)
Eschaton feels the rumble, sidestepping a rock from the ceiling. "We should get moving."
Richtor Barsten falls on his ass, gripping his warhammer
DM: Git just chuckles giving you a nod.
Britta blinks for a moment and looks around, then curses in Orc. "We should move. Seriously... we don't need a cave in."
Richtor Barsten: "WHAT! WHERE! WHEN! DIE!"
Richtor Barsten looks at the rocks
Richtor Barsten: "Oh...Well...if that were an enemy, he would have been terrified of me."
Britta hesitates again and looks at Git, her expression dubious. ((Sense Motive.))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Britta: ((19))
DM: Ya Britta you can tell he is a little out of it.
DM: (How fast this goes is all up to you guys!)
Richtor Barsten: "Well, that does it...I'm leaving, you guys are welcome to follow."
Richtor Barsten exits the room
Eschaton: (Is he drunk from that potion?)
Britta feels uncomfortable, then shakes her head. "Git, stick close to me while we move, all right? You look out of sorts." There isn't concern in her voice at all. She just knows they need him.
Britta turns to follow Richtor.
DM: Outside the stone room you have the stairs going back up toward the catacombs and to the right you have that huge cliff leading downward with three exits you can see from how high you are.
Britta: http://www.dumpyourphoto.com/photo/view/...
http://www.dumpyourphoto.com/photo/view/138045/ethNCWwd
DM: Cauta what are you doing?)
Cauta: ((Trying to balance three things at once. XD))
Cauta: ((Gimme a moment.))
DM: (My question is who is the last one out the door?)
Britta: ((Lemme just get some warm clothes on...))
DM: Git going to follow Britta)
Eschaton: (I could be the last, or Cauta, depending on how fast she moves.)
Cauta spares a glance at the ceiling, not really bothered by the slight shakes. "Time to get going, I suppose." She watches Mordy for a moment. "I doubt I will, but maybe I'll see you later, little one." She rises, moving after the others.
Cauta: ((Probably Cauta. >_>))
Richtor Barsten heads back into the room with the giant pool once more
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM: Cauta give me a listen check, also you see Mordy start walking pass you under your legs.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Cauta: ((23))
DM: It's more of a tall spiral cliff Richtor
DM: Cauta you hear some heavy breathing kinda coming from behide you, if you look back you start to see the shaman crawling toward you.
DM: Richtor spot check again!
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Richtor Barsten: ((3))
Richtor Barsten: ((I'm a dead dwarf))
Cauta turns slightly, eyes snapping open wide and she stumbles a few steps forward. "What the hells?!"
DM: Alright Richtor you see nothing.. but the first entrance is to your left.
Eschaton: (Stab it with a bolt!)
Richtor Barsten looks back at the others
Richtor Barsten: "What's the problem now?"
DM: (It's not really moving that fast, but it's coming toward ya.)
Britta glances up at the ceiling. ((Awareness)
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Britta: ((15))
DM: (It's really dark up there, and you can't see the ceiling.)
Eschaton looks back at Cauta, spots the lizard, then turns back to Richtor. "Our shaman isn't entirely dead yet."
DM: Mordy just waddles onward bumping into Britta leg, and falling down.
Cauta reaches for her rapier, eyes flicking back and forth between the shaman and the others. "We didn't kill it enough, apparently."
Britta pauses, briefly putting a hand on Git's chest to stop him from walking into the back of her too. She glances down at Mordy, then back at the others. "Aw, great... undead?"
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Eschaton shakes his head. "Not undead. Not yet, anyways. Undead implies that you've already died. This one hasn't yet."
DM: It groans grapping at your leg, unable to pull it self to bite you just yet Cauta.
Britta frowns. "We slept in that room with it there! It was dead as a door nail..."
Richtor Barsten walks back to see the thing crawling on the ground
Richtor Barsten: "huh..."
DM: (Eschaton it's dead.. it's undead)
Richtor Barsten looks around
Richtor Barsten: "Alright then...so we're just going to stare at the bloody creature, is that it?"
Richtor Barsten smashes it's head in with his hammer
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Britta: ((Sweet))
DM: (It's been eight hours right?)
Richtor Barsten: ((now I roll a 20...on a dumbed down enemy))
Richtor Barsten: ((yeah))
Britta: ((Mm-hm))
Eschaton: (...really?)
Richtor Barsten rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barsten: ((13))
Richtor Barsten: ((Wait, 12))
DM: Richtor you grip your warhammer tightly and bring it down with all your force, as it connects with the zombies head you feel a shockwave of impact and a loud BOOM as thunder struck almost. There is nothing left of this zombies head, and wall shake a bit.
DM: (Ya Mordy reanimated him!)
Richtor Barsten: "Observation 1: He didn't move all night, I was watching the room."
Britta looks a bit startled at the BOOM and raises an eyebrow. "What the hell...?"
Richtor Barsten: "Observation 2: He's dead now, let's move on cause I could care less how it happened so long as we get the fuck out of here and get paid."
Eschaton stands and bit straighter, shocked by the impact.
Cauta: ((Cauta would be aware of that odd ability or no?))
DM: Richtor you see the runes slowly fade after glowing a bit. And no Cauta, that's rare info.
DM: (You would know there was stories of the Mycoid using undead to fit there enemies but you have no idea how it works or if it's true)
Britta: ((... too much sugar. Uh-oh.))
Britta unsheathes her sword and looks at Git a moment as if gauging to see how he is. "Uhm...?"
Cauta wipes a bit of the splatter from her cheek, turning to look forward, focusing on Mordy. "..curious." She starts forward after a moment, eyes watching the path as she thinks to herself for a moment. "But, Richtor is right. We should go. I'm tired of this place already..."
DM: (Round Sorry)
Britta: ((... why is it saying I'm not here?))
Britta: ((oop, I'm back now, apparently...))
Britta steps carefully around Mordy, moving forward to look around. She nibbles on her lip a little before grinning. "Hey, Rich?"
Richtor Barstens joined the chat
Richtor Barstens: "Observation 3: My hammer is badass...let's move."
Richtor Barstens: "hmm?"
Britta: "A human and an orc walk into a bar..."
Britta: "... the dwarf was short enough not to."
Richtor Barstens: "You know...short jokes are to Dwarves as cannabalism jokes are to barbarians."
Britta gives Richtor a fiendish grin. "It was a bar joke, rather... what dwarf wouldn't go into a bar?"
Richtor Barstens: "A cleric."
Britta: "Poor loser."
Eschaton perks his ears up. "Someone call for me?"
Richtor Barstens: "Nay ya daft elf! Pay attention to the conversation!"
Britta glances back. "Oh... you're a cleric. Don't worry... we were saying something about dwarf clerics."
Cauta rubs the bridge of her nose, looking over her shoulder at the two. "I have a love of your priorities, have I mentioned that..?"
Britta looks at Cauta. "Have you even eaten today?"
Richtor Barstens: "Getting paid is always a priority"
Cauta: "I was promptly ushered out the door when I woke up...no."
Britta glances around, then motions towards Cauta. "Have you got anything to eat? I have some extra food if you need it... so does everyone else, it seems."
DM: Mordy is just waddling along hugging the left wall where patches of violet shrooms seem to be. His thought can be heard still by everyone.- "Hmmm.... work.. Elder want's workers.."
DM: He also walks ahead of the group with no pause for anything, but with him being so small he only moves 15ft a round. So what's going on?
Cauta shakes her head slowly, tugging at her braid for a moment. "No...I didn't manage to resupply for travel in Corvis before..." She motions to the walls. "Before...this."
Eschaton: (Nothing right now, it seems)
DM: Also Eschaton you felt a spike of magic when Richtor killed the zombie.
Britta tugs her pack off and reaches inside before offering Cauta a small brown linen package. "Crackers, cheese, dried fruit. Hopefully it's enough." She shoulders her pack again, then moves next to Richtor, glancing around. "So, down?"
Cauta watches after Mordy, not really meeting Britta's gaze, as if she's a little...displeased to be in a position to require someone's help. "T-thanks..." She mumbles, taking the ration and quickly nibbling one of the crackers.
Richtor Barstens: "Right well, sad and stuff, but if you want to re supply then let's get going!"
Richtor Barstens moves down the first exit in the next room"
DM: You all hear teh sound of rushing water as a waterfall of filth is pouring out of a large sewer pipe high up, draining down into the pool at the bottom. It's making talking harder as it's really loud the closer you get to it. Anyone want to spot up at it?
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Richtor Barstens: ((14))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta: ((10))
Cauta: ((It's entertaining how many traps he's sprung...and he keeps going first. XD))
Eschaton shivers as a delayed wave of magic washes over him. He turns to look at the freshly redead shaman, making sure it is indeed dead, then slowly follows everyone.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Cauta: ((13))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Eschaton: (lol22)
Britta constantly checks to make sure Git's still following, also making sure he's not gonna pounce her like she keeps feeling he will.
DM: Richtor when you stop at the entrance you look back as something caught your eye. You see the large sewer pip and think everyone could easily fit in it, but the iron mesh seems to caught some dead bodies going down stream. It's also about 40-60 ft up in the air, jugging out from teh cliff side above you.
DM: Eschaton and Britta can't really see it.
Britta glances around, frustrated at her lack of vision, even with the light-imbued jar in her hand.
Cauta: ((...Mother of god.))
Britta: ((I bet it's the halfsies!))
Eschaton: (Whaaaaat, but I have low-light vision...)
Cauta: ((I take it I don't see it.))
DM: (Cauta does.)
Cauta: ((Excellent.))
Richtor Barstens: "Heeey...dead bodies in the sewer pipe."
DM: (Eschaton was in the back look at the dead body sorry)
Eschaton: (Oh, right xD)
DM: Remember the constant sound of heavy water falling from that height.
Cauta stares up at the sewer pipe for a moment, tilting her head slightly. "...how far would you say that is?"
Richtor Barstens: "About 50 feet, give or take?"
Britta sighs. "No surprise, right? Sewers - always with the dead bodies, giant rats, and weird creatures..."
Cauta: ((moment))
Britta seems to go off on a tangent about sewers, voicing her mumbled questions on how crap attracts creatures anyways. She does go on a bit, but it's a mixture of Common and Orcish, so nobody catches all her notes.
DM: Britta you do think you just seen something pass by from under Richtor feet but your not really sure, could have been a shadow.
Britta glances down. She moves closer to Richtor and waves the light near him. ((Awareness))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
DM: Git just laughs a bit- "Ti's cha, akita?" (Git seems to be laughing about something in another another language)
Britta: ((28, yeaa))
Britta: ((Ze gobber has gone gobbly?))
Cauta: ((AHA!))
DM: Britta you do manage to see some rats running across teh ground, and some coming up the ramp from below. They are normal sized rats.
Britta: ((... I rolled a 28 on rats? RATS?))
Eschaton: (...aha, I see why you wanted that now. xD)
DM: (You know me too well Eschaton)
Britta grumbles. "Rats."
Richtor Barstens continues down the exit
Britta looks at Git and frowns for a moment. "What?"
Cauta nods, slinging off her pack and reaching into it for a moment before pulling out the silk rope she found on the shaman earlier. "I think...I think this can reach. If I can hit one of those bodies with a bolt, we might be able to climb out of here." She reaches for a bolt, eyes sparking as she readies to fasten it.
Cauta: ((And the dwarf has no patience. Surrrrpprrriiissseee.))
Richtor Barstens looks back
Richtor Barstens: "We'd all have to climb a wet rope to get to a drain that is constantly pumping water at us...good luck."
DM: (Give me a use rope check and a attack roll)
Cauta: ((mmkay.))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
DM: (You tied it, attack roll)
Cauta: ((Does the order matter?))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Eschaton coughs slightly. "Well, if we clear away the bodies, the water level in the pipe would go down."
Cauta: ((Let's see...plus my dex...and my mastercrafted...plus my baseattack...))
DM: (And yes it does, infact I'm suppose to make your use rope check so you can't see it )
Richtor Barstens: "Whatever, I'm going to check down here...yell if you get the thing hooked."
Cauta: ((23.))
Richtor Barstens explores further
DM: Your bolt flies true nailing the body.
Britta sighs and leaves Git, following Richtor. She knows that keeping his back covered is a good idea now.
Richtor Barstens: ((Hey!))
DM: Britta and Richtor give me listen checks?
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta: ((10))
Cauta grins as the bolt connects, giving the rope a few experimental tugs to see how well the bodies will hold.
DM: (Just give me a moment to do the Cauta thing)
Britta: ((Hey?))
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Richtor Barstens: ((16))
DM: As you pull it sticks for a moment before the bodies boot comes off, and the rope comes loose at the end. It's pretty stuck up in there.
Richtor Barstens: ((Saying I can't handle myself ))
DM: Git laughs some more- "Hehe.. I doubt that tiny bolt is going to hold anyone's weight miss..."
Britta: ((He'd have been dead if Jellyman hadn't been preoccupied with gobbling Britta. ))
Richtor Barstens: ((Or Britta might be dead if it wasn't for Richtor bashing it's brains in ))
DM: Git- "Good try though.. maybe we can find one closer ya know to the wall so we can climb it?"
Britta: ((But what if she hadn't been there at all? Richtor would be acid.))
Richtor Barstens: ((NEVAR! RICHTOR WILL PREVAIL!))
Cauta frowns, shooting the goblin a look. "I'd bank your tiny body wouldn't bother it, Snitchgit."
Britta: ((Shhhh! Don't say that around Kitt!))
DM: Britta and Richtor you come to small stone bridge that has fallen and there is a strong stream rushing south. The gap looks close to 8-10 ft across.
Cauta: "..but with the collapse, a fat lot of good you getting out would do..."
Britta: ((*furtive look*))
Britta stands on the edge of the stone bridge and looks at the distance. "You wanna jump that?" she asks.
DM: Also as you two walk in you start to hear some music!
Cauta: ((At least I tried to be creative...))
Richtor Barstens: "Do I look like I can jump that?"
Britta: "Hey, hear that?"
DM: (Oh I left it there for false hope, you did good finding it.)
Richtor Barstens: "Sounds like someone's getting drunk!"
Eschaton wiggles his ears around. "Now that you mention it..."
Britta: ((Esch isn't with them, is he?))
Britta: ((He's with Cauta still, right?))
DM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OphuE9yLVkk (skip to the 20 sec mark, but you hear it all as it repeats ) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OphuE9yLVkk
Eschaton: (Yeah, but Cauta's in the room now, right?)
Cauta kicks a rock slightly, tugging at the rope a few more times to try and pull loose her bolt and retrieve the rope.
Cauta: ((No, she still wants her rope back.))
Cauta: ((That's all she got from that bias loot drop. >_>))
DM: (Your rope pulls back but the bolt is lost)
Britta: ((Esch was with Cauta, with the rope. Cauta has not left the rope. Richtor and Britta went off further along.))
DM: (you did a terrible job at tieing that knot xD)
DM: (I feel so nerdy useing this soundtrack >,,> but it fit so well)
Britta looks at Richtor. "Music means people are getting drunk? Gosh... you're so... dwarven." She tries to figure out where the music is coming from.
Eschaton: (Oh, okay.)
Richtor Barstens: "It's why I listen for music."
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Britta: ((Search))
Britta: ((No mod))
DM: (I mean't 30 sec mark to the 1 min mark)
DM: Across the bridge you can see two large wooden doors build into a stoen frame
DM: stone**
Cauta pulls her rope back, frowning slightly. "I need to work on my knots..."
Richtor Barstens: "Maybe you can jump it."
Britta sighs and looks at Richtor. "Yeah... hold my pack." She takes it off, along with the shield, and hands them to Richtor. She takes out her rope from her pack and considers what she can do. She looks up to see if there's anything she can toss the rope through so she can swing across.
DM: You can see the water is about.. 15 deep you think.
DM: Sorry Britta there isn't anything to lash onto with it.
Britta stuffs the rope back in the pack and looks at Richtor. "Let's hope that water down there isn't full of crap or flesh-eating fish..."
DM: Britta you do Mordy walk right pass you and fall off into the water being washed down stream into the darkness.
Richtor Barstens: "Or crap made flesh eating fish with a fetish"
DM: see* Geeze what is up with my grammar today it's worst then normal))
DM: Esch and Cauta what are you two doing?
Britta blinks, watching Mordy go, then looks at Richtor. "Uhm... Okay... you can be the one to tell Cauta that her little 'Mordy' thing went and drowned... if mushrooms can drown."
Eschaton: (I'm just following Cauta, nothing for me to do at the moment)
Britta: ((How do I do this to make sure a running jump will get me across?))
DM: You don't heh.. you need 20 ft behind you to get a running start.)
Cauta rolls up her rope, stuffing it back in her pack, muttering about wasting a perfectly good bolt. "C'mon. Hopefully the others have had a little luck." She trudges down after them.
Eschaton nods and follows Cauta silently.
Britta moves back 20 ft, then. She motions for Rich to move out of the way. She clenches the light in her teeth before racing towards the bridge and leaping at the last step on the bridge.
Eschaton: (I think I need a different domain than Travel, I haven't used it yet and I'm not sure I ever will)
DM: Cauta and Eschaton you both hear the same music.. from the 28 sec mark to the 1 min mark.)
Richtor Barstens moves out of the way
DM: (Jump check!)
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Britta: ((Uh... )
Eschaton looks up as they enter the new room, his ears twitching. "...music?"
Britta: ((I fall, don't I?))
DM: You get some speed but right as you leap you feel your feet give way under the wet dirt hitting the otherside with your chest and hands clinging on. (I'll give ya a chance to do something, pull yourself up or try and hold in place?)
Britta clambers on the edge and tries to hook a leg up so she can pull herself up. ((What do I roll for?))
DM: (raw str only check)
Richtor Barstens walks over and pulls Britta back up
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Richtor Barstens: ((6))
Britta: ((Not climb? You can't, Rich))
Britta: ((I'm on the other side, aren't I?))
Richtor Barstens: ((Well fail...))
Richtor Barstens: ((Oh other side
Richtor Barstens: ((oops))
Cauta: ((XD))
Richtor Barstens: ((IGNORE THAT PART!))
DM: She is on the other side with her legs danging in the water as it's trying to pull her down stream)
Britta: ((He... wishes he could pull her up.))
DM: (Climb if you want ya)
Britta: ((neaaat))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: Cauta you doing anything? xD)
Britta: ((13))
DM: You feel your feet get a notch but only for a second before something in the water hits your side making you loose your grip and you wash down into the DARKNESS!
DM: (Who's next?)
Richtor Barstens: "Oh...uhhhh..."
Britta grips the light tightly in her teeth as she is washed into the water. ((Don't forget my pack!))
Cauta: ((....so, Britta's dead.))
DM: (Also a swim check is needed!)
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta steps forward in alarm. "Britta!"
Britta: ((9))
DM: (I see this as a funny moment of Cauta walking in "Hey where is Britta? Richtor just points down the stream)
DM: (That's one fail swimming check.. Everyone else is doing what?)
Britta: ((Fail swimming... I go underwater, yes?))
Eschaton: (I think now I can use Travel)
DM: (Yes)
Eschaton: (How heavy is Britta, before I start though?)
DM: She is a ways down at this moment Eschaton. And I'm sure)
Britta: ((Seeing as she hasn't got her pack... 152 lbs, plus clothing, armor, and weapons...))
Britta: ((Lemme find that))
DM: ( q~q Did no one like my music I found for the rp?)
Britta: ((Clothing - 5lbs. Armor - 20lbs. Weapons, 6lbs. & 8lbs. I liked the music!))
Eschaton: (I enjoyed it)
Eschaton: (w)
Britta goes underwater, limbs flailing for a moment as she attempts to find her way to the surface. She tries to calm herself down, knowing that she needs to keep her head if she's going to survive.
Eschaton makes a few signs with his hands, looking at Cauta, then at Richtor. "Alright, is one of you strong enough to carry Britta?"
Britta: ((191 lbs.))
Cauta looks back at him, tilting her head in confusion. "What are you talking about..? I sure as hell can't."
Richtor Barstens: "Out of us three, you're looking at him."
DM: (Britta your about.. 35 feet away by the time they are talking, also you feel a hand as you notice a dead body is what hit you)
Cauta: ((>.> Not my fault.))
Britta 's eyes bug as she looks at the dead body, then again tries to get up to the surface.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta: ((21))
Britta clears the water with a gasp for air, then grabs at the dead body in the hopes of using it to float.
DM: (You can get a gasp of air before the current takes you again.. pretty much if you fail three times in a row then your in trouble. ROUND TIME)
Richtor Barstens: "Although...I can't exactly swim wearing this armour..."
Britta: ((STRIP!))
Richtor Barstens: "And while we're on that topic...I'm not much of a swimmer to begin with
Richtor Barstens: ((Shush Quate))
Eschaton nods. "Alright then, you get to save her." He moves over to Richtor, pressing his hands to Richtor's back. A magic circle appears on his back, soft feathers of light seem to float away from the circle before vanishing. "You won't need to swim when you can Fly..."
Richtor Barstens: "hey...what?!"
Britta: ((... damn. I want!))
Richtor Barstens: "Dwarves aren't meant to fly!"
Eschaton shakes his head. "It only requires as much concentration as walking. Imagine moving in the direction you desire, and you will move in that direction."
Cauta 's mouth opens slightly. "Flying dwarf..? Have you been holding out on me?"
Cauta reaches slightly for her pack. "Your contract...oh forget it for now. We'll be talking about this later."
Britta , again underwater having not been able to grab the body in the swirling current, has so far managed to stay calm. She's holding her breath and keeping her eyes open in the hopes of finding something to grab ahold of so she can pull herself out of the water. So far, nothing useful. ((I don't know what a failed swim check is, so I'll have to wait for Kitt to come back.))
Britta , not usually one to do so, starts praying. She figures that this would be a good time as any while she's stuck.
Eschaton shakes his head again. "That spell is from a Domain I practiced in before leaving the forest, but I could not have used it before now (since I only just leveled up, you know xD). I can grant one person the ability to fly for around three minutes, after which they sink to the ground." He glances over to Richtor. "Or into the water."
Richtor Barstens looks at the water
Richtor Barstens: "Fantastic..."
Britta: ((Ah, found it... I need to get 15 each time to stay above water.))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Britta: ((14))
Eschaton "If you hurry, you will be fine. If you are strong enough to hold onto her, you can take her to safety."
Britta blinks as bubbles explode out her mouth. Her foot hit a rock or something and surprised her. She starts to panic again, trying to paddle for the surface.
Cauta shakes her head. "I won't pretended to understand this all..." She looks to Richtor. "Time to play 'hero' again, it seems."
Richtor Barstens: "Well, there should be ale at the end of the rainbow here."
Britta: ((Or rather, I need to get 15 each time to be 'better off'. I need to get a 15+ this time, or I start to drown, I think. Lemme check.))
DM: (Not burst anyones bubble where did you get fly from?)
DM: (That's a lvl 3 spell man, you can only cast lvl 2s)
Eschaton: (Whaaat? But I'm lv3)
DM: (page 31 cleric highest spell know.. 2nd level)
Britta: ((That's a bit confusing. ))
Eschaton: ^
Cauta: ((that makes zero sense...))
Richtor Barstens: ((We all lvl'd up last time, remember?))
DM: (Lvl 3 wizards can't cast lvl 3 spells.. they are two different kinds of lvls)
Richtor Barstens: ((...wut?))
Britta: ((How strange and confusing...))
Eschaton: (Humor me this time so we don't lose Britta ¬.¬)
DM: ( >,,> I'm not trying to ruin your moment. But you can cast 2nd spells.. see on page 31 to the right)
Cauta: ((OH. Caster Level!))
Cauta: ((I remember that, yeah.))
Britta: ((*reads* Hm... have I been doing okay with the swim checks?))
DM: (Caster lvl is 3 yes.. BUT your class lvl also determines how High of lvl spells you can cast. It's on the chart on page 31.. I don't know what to say )
Richtor Barstens: ((Well...I can't exactly swim after her >.>))
DM: (Ya your holding on the dead body your ok right now Britta)
Eschaton: (Bleh, well if I can't use Fly... Do I have to touch the subject to activate that water breathing scroll?)
Britta: ((Okay, cool))
DM: (I don't believe so.. you just have to see them)
Cauta: ((He certainly can't do that. XD))
Cauta: ((So, let's FORGET all that stuff about fly so we don't seem like utter idiots, yes?))
DM: No but he could see a dwarf and kick him in the water..

Britta is surprised as she suddenly grabs ahold of the dead body. She pulls herself up a bit, gasping for air and keeping afloat. She blinks and looks around owlishly, getting her breath back.
DM: (Yes)
Eschaton: (Well if she comes back to the surface, I can use it... Otherwise, I'm fairly useless, except for the rope in my bag)
Britta: ((Be thankful Britta isn't there to tease you. ))
Britta: ((How far away would Britta be now?))
DM: (You can't see her she is 40-60ft away from you at the moment. You could cast it on Richtor and push him into the water.. idk)
Cauta: ((Hrm...))
Richtor Barstens: ((I wouldn't suggest that >.>))
Eschaton: (But she still has the Light jar, or dropped that?)
Cauta: ((So, how far, roughly, would you say I can see into the area across the gap..?))
Britta yells: "HEY! I'M FINE! Y'KNOW... IF ANYONE'S WONDERING!"
Eschaton: (Guess that answers it.)
DM: (Britta I'm holding your private adventure to see what the party does.. so far it seems they are just going to stand there like.. Ya.. she is dead. heh)
Cauta: ((WAIT.))
Britta: ((... it was in her damn mouth. I guess she's holding it in her hand now))
DM: (No Britta you can't yell your far away in a underwater river)
Cauta: ((We've got the rope! We use the waterbreathing, have someone grab Britta...and haul them back!))
Britta: ((Oh dear... Britta doesn't have her pack with her though! She took it off and gave it to Richtor.))
Cauta: ((I have the rope, not you.))
Britta: ((Richtor, you better bring that damn heavy thing with you everywhere!))
Cauta: ((50ft of silk rope. XD))
Eschaton: (Wow, good thinking)
Richtor Barstens: ((Well then Cauta should go...cause you don't want to be pulling Richtor and Britta with you two >.>))
Britta tries to listen for a response, but all she can hear is water rushing. She figures the others didn't hear her. An unvoluntary whimper passes her lips as she keeps a firm grasp on the dead body.
Eschaton: (Alright then xD)
Cauta steps forward, slinging the silk rope out of her pack, eyes narrowed on the river. "If we're lucky...she's not too far. I'll tie this to myself...and see if I can find her."
DM: (Just noting as you guys talk she is getting father and farther down stream you can't see or have any idea what is happening to her)
Richtor Barstens: "Alright..."
Richtor Barstens: ((technically, we haven't been talking >.>))
DM: (Use Rope check!)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Cauta: ((9.))
DM: (Looks good! to you atleast)
Cauta: ((Not...great.))
Cauta: ((Anyone want to double check my work? >.>))
Richtor Barstens double checks the know
Britta: (("To you at least"... words of dread!))
Richtor Barstens: *knot
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Richtor Barstens: ((18))
Cauta ties the rope, muttering under her breath.
Cauta: ((>.>))
DM: (That's a tad meta gaming, but I'll let it slide.)
Cauta: ((...well, realistically, you'd check the knot regardless in this kind of situation. >_>))
DM: (Otherwise I'm going to have to start doing the rolls behind the scenes Go for it Cauta give me a Swim check!)
Richtor Barstens: ((Wait, what about my double check then?))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Cauta: ((17.))
Britta starts chatting to the dead body now that her head is clear of the rushing water. "Well, this is nice... you and me, cruising down an underwater river. You're probably a zombie... I have nothing with me but my weapons and this damn little glowing jar that's gonna give out in a second... Got anything to add that can make this even more perfect, hm?"
Richtor Barstens: ((And we didn't give her water breathing...))
DM: Your swiming downstream but having trouble gaining enough speed.. It's also hard to see in this water it's muddy as hell and full of filth
Eschaton fishes the waterbreathing scroll out of his pack and unrolls it, reading it slowly. "La, lavu, lamu... Aquatis." He brushes his hand lightly across Cauta's neck, leaving a small line of magic like a collar. "That should do it."
Richtor Barstens is gripping the rope, allowing slack where necessary
Eschaton: (Totally pulled those words out of nowhere)
Cauta dives into the water swimming quick as she can. It's dark, and muddy and..."Not thinking about that anymore..." She grits her teeth, yelling as loud as she can down the river. "BRITTA!"
Cauta: ((Roll to swim faster!))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Cauta: ((22! CAUTA PHELPS ASFINTIT.))
Eschaton: (Cauta transforms into speedboat)
DM joined the chat
Cauta: ((>.>))
Britta adjusts her grip on the dead body that's keeping her afloat. ((Mrs. Incredible moment...))
DM: (Shitty net is shitty)
Britta: ((quick brb))
DM: Cauta you feel something afloat and see Britta rushing only a foot ahead of you. Give me grapple checks both of you!
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta: ((How do I grapple?))
DM: (BA + Str mod)
Cauta: ((I've never had to grapple.))
Cauta: ((17.))
DM: (Cauta mind if I add touch to this moment?)
Britta: ((back))
Cauta: ((Add...eh?))
Cauta: ((Liikkee, another roll?))
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta: (()
Cauta: ((...your strength is that bad..?))
Britta: ((Oh wait... BA? Gimme a minute))
Cauta: ((XD))
Britta: ((11))
DM: Cauta as your racing down stream you see Britta and reach out for her arm, but as soon as you get with'en reach your rope reaches it's max length forcing your body to turn with your legs going down stream and toward Britta. Britta you manage to take ahold of something you didn't mean to grab, and you feel it tighten holding onto you tightly.. You have been saved.. by Cauta's tail..
Cauta: ((PREHENSILE TAIL! WOO!))
Cauta grits her teeth, swearing in infernal. "You OWE me for this! Start moving!"
Richtor Barstens is nearly taken off guard by the rope suddenly pulling, and grips tighter
Britta holds on tightly, her head dipping underwater as the dead body is ripped from her grasp. She is holding the light in her teeth once more, having transferred it there quickly before Cauta grabbed her.
Eschaton: (Does Richtor need any kind of check to reel them in?)
Britta gives a few kicks, reaching up for Cauta's hand so the pain on her tail won't be so intense.
Richtor Barstens attempts to reel them in
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Richtor Barstens: ((22))
Eschaton: (Pfft, nope)
Cauta: ((Man, I am earning my smartest person in the party badge tonight.))
DM: (Give me two more str checks Richtor)
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Richtor Barstens: ((18))
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Richtor Barstens: ((22))
Richtor Barstens: ((RICHTOR BEASTIN IT UP!))
Britta: ((Swweeet))
Cauta: ((...Richtor?))
Eschaton: (Wow xD)
Cauta: ((Why is one three points and the other two four?))
Richtor Barstens: ((oops...))
Eschaton: (Now watch us all get shitty rolls for the rest of the night)
Richtor Barstens: ((22's are 21's))
Cauta: ((The Vodka talking again.))
Richtor Barstens: ((Indeed))
DM: Richtor dwarfen pride kicks in as he buries his keel in the dirt and reeling in the ladies like it's no problem, the rope holding firmly with each wrap. Ya are all back at the bridge still hearing the music.)
Richtor Barstens: "RAAAAAAAAAH! That's how you reel the ladies in elf!"
Richtor Barstens jabs the elf in the side with his elbow
Eschaton grunts softly, then nods. "Well done."
Cauta splutters slightly, hauling up the side as she falls onto her back, coughing out all the water she can manage. "I'm going to taste shit for a week..."
DM: Side note Git giggling a bit- "Damn.. ya'll smell terrible.. heheh"
Cauta: ((Cauta is going to take five baths when they get topside...))
Cauta glares. "I will throw you in, so help me..."
Eschaton: (Well, now I don't know whether to stick with Travel or take something else.)
Britta flops on the stone of the bridge, lying on her back to get fresh air in. She pants for a few moments, then glances up at the others. "Thanks... that dead body was getting a little too attached to me..." She spits out some water, then rolls up onto her knees and up into a standing position. Surprisingly, she doesn't seem too concerned with the smell, but... taste... She reaches for the wineskin at her side and checks to make sure the seal stayed strong. "Yup...."
DM: You see Git's cheeks expand a bit like him mimicking a toad- "I;m a swamp gobber.. I can swim just fine.."
Britta pops the cork and takes a sip, washes it around her mouth, then spits it out. She offers the skin to Cauta. "Swirl and spin."
Britta: *spit
Richtor Barstens is standing near the edge of the collapsed bridge, assessing the situation...
Cauta looks to the wineskin, before taking it gratefully and swishing a small bit into her mouth. She hands it back, swirling it about for a moment. "Thanks."
Richtor Barstens: "Well...this could be a problem."
DM: Richtor you see the large two wooden door has several holes in the bottom of it.
Britta corks the wineskin again and attaches it back to her belt. She moves up alongside Richtor and looks across at the bridge. "I had an idea while I was down there."
Britta grins. "It's fun, too."
Richtor Barstens: "huh?"
Cauta takes a few moments to wring her hair out, trying to get as much of the vile liquid out of her hair. "It's about time someone else had one..."
Britta drops her voice so only Richtor can hear. "The elf's the lightest of us. You and I truss him up in a rope, throw him across to the other side, he ties the rope to the door, tosses it back."
DM: Also the creepy wind pipe music is still repeating itself back and forth sending a chill up your back maybe. The song seems playful yet creepy.
Britta snickers. "But... let's do it to Git."
Richtor Barstens: "I like the way you think."
Cauta: ((...Britta is fired from ideas forever.))
Eschaton "...what."
Cauta: ((Elf ears! He heard you. XD))
Britta winks at Esch. "I said we should try someone else, didn't I?"
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Eschaton: (You really think you can throw 130lbs 50 feet?)
Richtor Barstens: ((uhh...it's only about 8 feet))
DM: Git just starts walking stopping at the edge looking down then back to you with a goofy grin- "Could just ask me... Ya know.. like normal non-barbic gits..."
Britta: ((And with two of them...))
Eschaton: (...I thought it was wider xD)
Richtor Barstens: ((Britta was 50 feet down the river, it's only 8 feet to cross it))
Eschaton: (Ohhh, okay)
Britta looks at Git. "Throwing you would be much more satisfying."
Richtor Barstens: "Yeah, well you don't have the best of track records with being cooperative"
Eschaton: (Gawd, I'm such a derp tonight)
Richtor Barstens grabs the rope and starts tying it to Git
DM: Git- "Really? I'm pretty sure I've tried to help ya'll more then once.. and got answered with a fist or threat.."
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Richtor Barstens: ((9))
Britta smirks. "And I'm barbaric in my methods, so... I like throwing stuff around." She moves up behind Git and places her hands on his shoulders. "So you're gonna cooperate?"
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Cauta snorts . "He's plenty helpful when I ask him."
Britta seems almost creepy. Her grin is most unnerving.
DM: Britta you feel a sharp elbow in your side as Git hits you then dives in.
Cauta is yanked along with the rope. "It's still tied to me, you idiot!"
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barstens is standing there holding the rope
Richtor Barstens: "Well that was partly the point..."
Britta grunts, rubbing at her side before shaking her head and smirking. "You guys are so much fun..."
Britta actually seems to be genuine, not sarcastic.
Cauta shoots the dwarf a look. "You swim next time, in all your fancy armour. See how much fun it is."
DM: Git easily makes it to the otherside with his cheeks bloated up, he climbs out and ties it to the metal door handle.
Richtor Barstens: "If we were to throw Git over, it's easier to keep a hold of him, or at least the rope with it actually tied to someone weighing more than him so he couldn't simply ditch us here."
Britta picks up her pack and straps it firmly to her back.
Richtor Barstens gives the rope a tug, making sure it's secure
DM: Git- "Yup... easy as sticking a Tektik toad.."
Britta eyes the rope on the other side of the bridge at Git's end, hoping it's done securely and Git isn't gonna try ditching them all.
Cauta takes the pause to unfasten the rope from her waist, muttering in infernal. "He's plenty co-operative with me..."
Britta looks at Richtor. "You going first?"
DM: (Anyone starting to pick up that Swamp Gobbers are kinda toad goblins?)
Britta: ((Yup!))
Cauta: ((Yeah.))
Richtor Barstens grunts and looks at the rope, then at his armour, then back to the rope
Cauta: ((What's the actual plan? Wade with the rope as a guide, or crawl across?))
Britta looks at Richtor a moment, then grins. "I already smell like shit. I'll go first."
DM: (To save time everyone cross the rope.. the only one that is going to have to make a check really is Richtor.)
Richtor Barstens: ((15 feet deep))
Richtor Barstens: ((Awesome))
Cauta: ((Because if it's crossing the rope over the drop...we need to tie i-nevermind.))
DM: (Everyone else could simply swim across pulling themself)
DM: (Just... Richtor in full plate.. heh)
Richtor Barstens ties the rope to the end of the bridge
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Britta grabs the rope and drops into the water, hauling herself along. She clambers across and up onto the other side.
DM: (Heck you should have just jumped with that roll xD)
Richtor Barstens: ((EPIC DWARVEN JUMP!))
Cauta: ((This...is why we need to communicate plans properly. >_>))
Cauta: ((Cause your actions are contradictory, I think...))
Britta: (D&D! Defying all physics since 2012!)
Richtor Barstens: ((Technically not...if you're hanging onto the rope
DM: (Saving time, you make it across with a epic jump Richtor.. lets move on I want to get to the fun stuff!)
Richtor Barstens: ((You're not touching the river floor, but you can still hang onto the rope and use it like a monkey bar sort of deal))
Richtor Barstens: ((Alrighty then))
Richtor Barstens: "And so I thought, fuck that idea, I'mma going to jump this shit."
DM: (Cauta side note, if you look up Silk Rope it gives you +2 to use rope with it)
Richtor Barstens: "And so it happened."
Eschaton sighs and slowly sinks into the water, pulling himself across the rope and being sure to keep his bag above the water. He then takes a moment to wring out his robe when he reaches the other side.
Britta shoves Richtor as he lands. "Oh yeah, always gotta be classy... no shit-scent for the dwarf, oh no..."
Cauta: ((Sure. Let's just skip this...for future refrence, let's just make plans clear before we do them...))
DM: (Agreed^^^)
Britta: ((In-game. We need to chat more about that in-game too.))
Eschaton: (Can I, like... burn a lv0 slot to clear the smell out of our clothes?)
Britta moves towards the door, undoing the knot of the rope once everyone's across. "So... in we go?"
Britta: ((... brb. Won't be long.))
DM: So everyone crosses safely, you still hear the strange wind pipe music and the door is right in front of you. It's also kinda big, you can see several rats chittering crawling underneath the noor also in holes.
DM: (If you want to sure Eschaton.. seems like a Elfish spell)
Eschaton: (Also, has it been 30 minutes yet?
Eschaton: )
DM: (Yes)
Cauta follows behind, making sure she unfastens the rope so she can retrieve it on the other end. Hauling out, she shakes her head at Britta. "No, no, Britta. That's a permanent feature with a dwarf. Combined with the rampant consumption of alcohol." She pauses to untie the rope, hauling it all in across the river and storing it back in her pack. "Let's go, hm?"
Britta: ((back))
Britta grins... and suddenly she can't see. She looks down at the jar in the dark and huffs a sigh.
Richtor Barstens: "So since I set off traps all the time last time...how about someone who knows about this stuff goes first, huh?"
DM: (I don't care how cliche this next scene is.. )
Eschaton "Hold up, hold up..." Waving his hand lightly in front of him like he's stirring an upside-down pot, he whispers "Aero Luster". With a soft woosh, trails of foul scent are released from everyone's clothing, forming a small ball in his hand like frozen smoke, which he lobs over his shoulder and into the river.
Cauta nods to Richtor. "My thoughts exactly. I'd prefer to not to constantly be under threat of being impaled."
DM: Eschaton you feel a faint amount of magic.
Britta huffs a sigh. "OR how about-... ah, the smell's gone."
Britta suddenly reaches for the door handle and moves to open it.
Eschaton blinks as the spell is released. "There's magic here... Be on your guard."
Britta: ((Ya, charging in! Hit all the traps! YARRR))
Cauta sniffs once, immediately delighted by the lack of the foul smell. "Perfect." She jolts, grabbing for Britta's shoulder. "Stop right now, or I'm not saving your hide again!"
DM: (So whos doing what?)
Cauta: ((I'm stopping Britta from being an idiot.))
Britta: ((I just moved to open the door - Cauta's trying to stop me.))
Richtor Barstens is chilling, waiting for someone else to make the first move for once
DM: (How far did you get Britta?)
Britta: ((... a step?))
Britta: ((Open door, one step in...?))
DM: (Ok..)
Cauta: ((You're so bloody fired.))
Britta: ((She's not even hired yet. ))
Cauta: ((She's never getting hired at this rate.))
DM: Wait.. you took a step?)
Cauta: ((Cauta's seen nothing but Britta being constantly mauled. >_>))
Cauta: ((You are not an intelligent investment.))
Cauta: ((XD))
Britta: ((She moved to open the door, so I figure opening a door involves kinda stepping to move in...))
Britta: (((Hey... Britta survives! She's one of the best investments to make! ))
DM: (Go ahead and start typing a reply to Cauta please)
Eschaton: (I have 4 lv0, 6 lv1, and 5 lv2 spells left, I can still do quite a bit)
Eschaton: (Worst case scenario, I do another Sacred Cure Moderate)
DM: Round Time))
Britta looks at Cauta. "Look, everyone's being so bloody cautious about every damn door, it's frustrating! Let's actually move for once... and hey, look! Nothing happened! Tada!"
Eschaton: (And then an anvil falls on her head.)
Britta: ((Exactly.))
Britta: ((Then she forgets everything and believes she is a two year old trollkin.))
Eschaton: (Memory is NOT included in my skill set, just fyi)
Cauta growls. "Have you noticed where your LACK of caution constantly ends you? I've seen you half-dead more than I've seen you healthy! You have to have something resembling a spark of intelligence in your head! Use it for a change!"
Eschaton steps between Britta and Cauta. "Ladies, please... Disharmony between us won't help us get out of here. Save the arguments for when we're all safe, please?"
Eschaton: (Bishie Power ACTIVATE)
Cauta shoots Eschaton a look. "Then put a leash on her. Running ahead has gotten us nothing so far."
Britta looks into the darkness at Cauta for a moment, a touch of agitation brushing across her face. She brushes Esch aside. "You really want to do this, tiefling?"
Britta: ((Bishie power has no affect on the blind.))
Richtor Barstens: "How about this...everybody...shut the fuck up for one god damn moment."
Britta: ((brb!))
Richtor Barstens: "Cauta, she ain't your child nor your employee, so how about she cares about her well being, and you do the same for you."
Richtor Barstens: "Britta, you're trying to fight the very person that just dragged you out of a river not five minutes ago...brilliant move."
Cauta looks to Richtor. "A point of wisdom. I'd love to let her kill herself, really, but every trap risks killing us all. She needs to keep her head."
Eschaton grunts as he's pushed aside, shrugging and standing off to the side, weaving his hands together to prepare a spell for later use.
Cauta: "And I'll add, there's little point to picking a fight when you can't see a foot in front of your face. You'll end up in the river again, and I'm NOT coming after you again."
Britta: ((back. My cousin popped in!))
Britta glares at the darkness for a moment, then moves towards the door again, pushing it open and standing aside so if there is a trap, it'll spring without her walking in.
Britta: "Happy, princess? Or would you like to do tippy-toes in there?"
Britta: ((Female aggression between the two, finally!))
Cauta scoffs. "Brilliant. Utterly brilliant. After you, wretch, I'll be glad when something tears your skull from your shoulders."
DM: The door doesn't give it looks like it's a pull not a push.
Cauta: ((Cauta's remark, just got better.))
Cauta: ((XD))
Cauta: ((Proved your brilliance there, Britta. XD))
Britta stands still for a moment, glares at the door, then pulls it open.
Britta: ((XD I'm enjoying this!))
DM: Cauta give me a listen check, Britta Reflex.. also anyone directly behind Britta reflex
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta: ((21))
Richtor Barstens is actually standing off to the side, enjoying the show
Britta: ((12))
Eschaton sighs and pulls his pendant out, looking at it almost sadly. "Gimme a hand here?" Filling it with his magic Light, he slides the pendant around his neck, shivering slightly as it tightens around his neck like a collar. "There. Light."
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Eschaton: (lol24)
DM: (Eschaton are you directly behind Britta?)
Cauta: ((Cauta is closer to the lip, really. Not right behind her.))
Eschaton: (Slightly off to the side since she shoved him aside, but close.)
DM: Lip?)
DM: (If your off to the side then no need to roll Eschaton)
Eschaton: (Aww xD)
Cauta: ((...I suspect that I missed an enviroment update.))
DM: Are two steps behind Britta Cauta as she opens the door?)
Cauta: ((I'm not right behind her, no. Britta moved to open the door from where Cauta stopped her.)
Eschaton: (Well then if a trap is sprung, could I push her out of the way and use Sanctuary to block it since I'm still at full health?
Britta: ((WHAT HITS BRITTA IN THE FACE!?))
Cauta: ((Amount of steps, I don't know...))
DM: (Reflex Cauta)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Cauta: ((24.))
Cauta: ((Cat-like Cauta.))
Britta: ((I rolled 12))
Cauta: ((And I got a 21 for my listen.))
DM: Cauta as you wait for Britta to open the door you heard the sound of a wire being pulled tightly and *pssshhhh*. Britta as you pull the door handle you see a fine white mist spray out from a small hole in the door give me a will save.
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Britta: ((11))
DM: (Also don't forget if it's a trap your trap sense gives you +1 Reflex and +1 AC vrs traps Britta)
Cauta: ((Barbarians get Trap Sense?))
Britta: ((okay. Take my AC up to 19 then))
Cauta: ((Interesting.))
Britta: ((It's not a developed trait like Rogues, I don't think.))
Eschaton: (Still need an answer as to if I can use Sanctuary on her for a trap like this xD)
DM: Cauta you jump back as you feel the plate of stone under you give way like a feeding shoot, as Britta stumbles backward coughing before passing out and sliding down into the darkenss. It looks like it's sliding toward underneath the door.
Britta: ((uh-oh))
DM: (No Vex sorry)
Richtor Barstens runs forward to grab Britta
Eschaton sighs. "Not again..."
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta raises an eyebrow. "There's a sad satisfaction I feel right now."
Richtor Barstens: ((What things should I put on this?))
DM: (Reflex)
Britta: ((Grapple?))
Cauta: ((Cauta...so proved right, it's not even funny.))
Cauta: ((It's HILARIOUS.))
Richtor Barstens: ((11))
Cauta: ((XD))
Britta: ((Britta totally tripped the trap just to get away from her. ))
Cauta: ((Tell yourself that.))
DM: YOu stumble forward as fast as you can, but just can't seem to get there in time. You do see that the stone plate is still open.
DM rolled a die with 3 sides. The die showed: 3
Britta: ((Yeah, I know... she's gonna end up speared on something like a piece of meat on a kebab stick.))
Cauta groans into her hand, staring into the darkness for a moment. "Someone has to go after her, hm..?"
Britta: ((How soon can I wake up?))
DM: Britta take 3 damage as you find yourself awake to being covered in a rat swarm in a dark tight hole, above you you can see a iron grate with light on the other side.
Eschaton shrugs. "Might as well be me, since I have the light..."
Cauta: ((DAMN HER LAWFUL NEUTRAL NATURE.))
Britta groans and opens her eyes. She looks at the rats swarming across her and blinks.
Eschaton: (How much health do those rats have?)
DM: (I swear Kate.. you want me to kill Britta xD I'm not even trying to.. just AHHH)
Britta: ((... I have the same intelligence as Britta, all right?))
DM: (can't tell ya, also Kate it's so tight there isn't enough room to pull your blade unless you have dagger on you)
Britta tries to move, hopefully to stand up.
Britta: ((no dagger))
Eschaton: (Well then how far down is she? Sound Burst can only be concentrated 40ft away from me at this point)
DM: It's just barely enough room to stand but you have several rats swarming and biting on you.. It's rather scary considering how little you can move. What's everyone else doing?
Cauta thinks for a moment. "I see two ways we can do this...either hope the other path will lead somewhere close to her, or try and haul her out with a rope..."
DM: (You don't know Eschaton unless you go down.. I can't tell you)
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Eschaton: (I'm trying to figure out what to do x.x)
Britta stomps her feet, trying to crush rats.
DM: First Cauta, Eschaton, and Richtor tell me what your doing.. then I'll get to Britta again. You got little time.
Cauta: ((I offered something, but the others aren't doing anything with it. SO...))
DM: (I feel so bad.. this is the worst Birthday adventure ever!)
Eschaton: (Alright then, how big do you think a Monstrous Centipede is? I could send it down to get her. xD)
Britta: ((So long as she doesn't die, things will be fine...))
Eschaton: (Or like cauta says, use the rope)
Cauta: ((Or we can pull her out with a rope!))
Richtor Barstens: "There's no clear way to tell exactly where this thing goes...it may be just a dead end pit down there. The rope would be the best bet, but it looks like the gas knocked her out."
Britta decides to yell. "VERY FUNNY CAUTA! HAVE YOUR LAUGH! Bloody rats... Bet they're little demon rats too, just like you." The latter part was muttered.
DM: Britta as you step on a few you notice when you look up the grate seems to start losing light as more and more rats start flooding down the shoot above you..
Eschaton: (Rat party, cripes)
Britta starts swearing. She starts stomping as quickly as she can, trying to build up a layer of dead rat bodies to step on.
DM: (Does that make sense you got a grate above you letting some light in from another room, and the shoot to your side where you fell in)
Britta: ((Yup!))
Cauta nods. "Then we hope to her gods that she's awake." She unslings her backpack quickly, unrolling the rope and tossing an end to Richtor. "Hero time." She tosses the one end down the shoot, grinning as she catches Britta's yells. "I'll laugh when you're out, fair?"
DM rolled a die with 3 sides. The die showed: 1
Richtor Barstens grips the rope
Richtor Barstens: "Yeah, for the second time in ten minutes"
DM: Britta you feel another climb on your shoulder taking a small chunk off your ear lob, and see the rope come down.
DM: Take 1 damage)
Cauta: ((Cauta's gonna start charging at this rate...))
Britta yells in surprise in pain before picking the rat up and tossing it viciously at the wall. She thrashes and stomps her way to the chute.
Cauta glances at Richtor. "Can't say I didn't warn her."
Britta: "This is funny, Hextor. You know that? Real funny... You're one damn ironic god."
Cauta: ((..Hextor? That's a god in DARKEN.))
Cauta: ((Darken is based off D&D though, soooo...))
Britta: ((That's her god in D&D. ))
Britta: ((I don't think they have too great a friendship going, y'know? She swears at him alot.))
Cauta: ((I was hoping for Krom.))
Eschaton: (Grr, I don't wanna use Sound Burst on the rats, it might stun Britta too...)
Britta: ((What's he do?))
Cauta: ((Krom is Conan the Barbarian's God.))
Cauta: ((>.>))
Cauta: ((GRAB THE BLOODY ROPE, WOMAN.))
Britta: ((... ahaha))
DM: Alright so your out of the hole!
Britta grabs for the rope and attempts to pull herself up.
Cauta: ((She pulled herself out easily enough.))
DM: (You make it, normally the sleep spell lasts longer but you did ok for your save)
Cauta: ((XD))
Cauta: ((So, she's back with us?))
Eschaton: (HP check?)
Britta: She stumbles out in a sprawling heap before the others, then picks herself up. "Laugh, tiefling. Giggle yourself silly."
Richtor Barstens attempts to pull Britta
Britta: ((27/42))
Richtor Barstens *up
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Richtor Barstens: (()
Britta flails. "Who's pulling me!?"
Richtor Barstens: ((I need to pay more attention apparently))
Cauta: ((I was as confused, don't sweat.))
Cauta: ((I was expecting some rolling.))
DM: (Richtor is just pulling wildly on Britta's arm xD)
Britta: ((Maybe you grabbed her hand and weren't sure if she was up completely or not.. XD))
Richtor Barstens: ((Indeed))
DM: (It was a simple trap..)
Richtor Barstens: "What did we learn today?"
Cauta simply grins slyly. "I don't need to laugh. Your expression is all I need." She pulls her rope up, tucking it away into her backpack.
Cauta: ((Smug Cauta. So pleased.))
Britta feels at her ear, blood sticky on her fingers.
Cauta: ((You gotta be light headed from all the blood you've lost.))
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: Git's just watching- "So... what was at the bottom? Spikes?"
DM: (Also side note Britta you where standing on some bones too, that look to be Trogs skulls)
Britta fingers her ear lobe, noticing a good little bite-sized chunk is gone. ((I can't see. She would only feel bones crunching beneath her))
Eschaton touches his pendant, then points at Britta. "Moderate." (Cure Moderate roll)
Eschaton rolled a die with 16 sides. The die showed: 15
Eschaton: (+21 hp)
Cauta: ((I love how Britta won't respond. Makes it so much better.))
Britta rubs at her arm where she was bitten first. She keeps up the steely silence until Esch heals her. "Tlamkz."
Eschaton inserts something about a ray of light that warms and soothes, restoring her body to full health.
DM: Cauta from the noise you heard, and the music still playing you can tell the trap was a wire tied to the door handle.
Eschaton: (Getting lazy with my heals xD)
DM: (xD)
Britta: ((Health full up!))
DM: (At this rate I don't think we're going to finish.. it's been like.. 3 hours and you made it down one hall.. to a door..)
Cauta steps forward, eyeing the door for a moment. "Wire attached to the door...simple, but elegantly clever when people don't look before they leap." She glances over her shoulder, her grin still wide. "Anyone mind if I lead now?"
Richtor Barstens: ((Totally not my fault >.>))
Richtor Barstens: "How about this, just go."
Cauta: ((Talk to miss fall into everything, not me.))
DM: (No you've been doing better Richtor about giving time)
DM: (No ones fault and idc I just noting)
Britta fingers her ear, the blood still sticky, but the wound healed. She wipes her hand on her armor to get rid of the blood before glancing in Cauta's general direction. "Kmoqk yourzihf out."
Britta makes sure she's all there before moodily waiting for everyone to get a move on.
DM: Cauta you can disarm the trap now, it's out of charges. But can you unlock the door?)
Cauta simply nods, stepping into the hallway, eyes peeled for any other nasty devices intending to maim them.
Eschaton puts a hand on his hip. "Well then, with the party reassembled, I suggest we keep going. My Light won't last forever." With that, he steps through the doorway. (Awareness)
Cauta: ((...it's locked?))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Eschaton: (
Cauta: ((Revising.))
Eschaton: (Apparently, I'm oblivious to whatever's in there.)
DM: (You see nothing note worthy, and hear the same tune)
Eschaton: (Magic?)
DM: (Same you feeling the vibes)
Cauta simply nods, taking a moment to disarm the trap before pulling out her lockpick. "Let's see..."
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta remains silent, deciding she'll just shut up until they've progressed quite a bit further.
Cauta: ((17))
DM: You hear that sweet sound of a metal tink give way and the door unlocks)
Britta looks at Esch with his collar of light, then at the door.
Cauta pockets her pick, straightening up. "Now then..." She pulls the door open slowly, checking cautiously for any other traps.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Cauta: ((10.))
Cauta: ((Man, Cauta's skills are meaty.))
DM: (You think it's safe!)
Britta moves behind Cauta, still silent.
Cauta takes a step forward, eyes and ears open as she proceeds into the room/hall beyond. "Quietly and slowly..."
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Cauta: ((23 awareness as she goes.))
Cauta: ((Cauta finally gets to lead. XD))
Britta follows along behind, reaching down to her side to take out her wineskin. She takes a sip from it as she moves along behind Cauta.
Eschaton follows closely behind Cauta to provide light, stopping after getting a foot or so through the door, his ears twitching. "This melody... It's magic?" He looks around, feeling for the source of the magic, but can't pin it down because of the echoes and reverberations. "What is this song... I feel like I should know what it is..."
Cauta: ((Cauta doesn't need light. ))
Richtor Barstens follows, not really saying many words now, more focused on getting out and getting paid
DM: As everyone steps in you can see teh wall is made of fine stone but worn from the water leaking in, you see two long epic tables and benches with several spoons, and forks rusted everywhere. The place smells, and you can see toward the end of the massive dinning hall enough small rats to cover 15 ft solid. Also 6 large dire rats the size of dogs, and a single one the size of a wolf. The music you heard can be seen coming from a women in a long patched leather jacket, long brown hair, and yellow eyes that seem to shine unnaturally. She pauses as you come in and stops playing her flute, and slowly starts clapping.
Eschaton: (But I provide it anyways dealwithit.jpg)
Cauta: ((...shoulda stealthed.))
Britta puts away the wineskin and looks at Cauta before whispering. "Why don't you do the talking, hm?"
Eschaton: (Can I do a knowledge check to test the song?)
Richtor Barstens: "Well...we found ourselves a hermit."
Cauta looks at the dire rats, nodding slightly at Britta's whisper before fixing her gaze on the woman. "...sorry to intrude on your performance. We're just passing through."
DM: "What wonderful timing, we have guess everyone.. Let's give them a warming welcome.." -her grin sly, and each clap slower then the last.-
DM: (Sure)
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Eschaton: (18)
Eschaton: (Pied Piper, right?)
Cauta shakes her head quickly. "No no, please, don't trouble yourself. We'll just be on our way..."
DM: (Maybe.. >,,> leave me alone..)
DM: Cauta awareness!
Eschaton: (Nailed it)
Britta reaches over her shoulder into her pack, taking out her flint and steel and hiding them behind her back.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Cauta: ((19.))
Richtor Barstens: "I don't think she's one of the sane ones"
DM: You see your escape route has just became blocked as more dire rat seems to circle you now.- "Oh please don't be modest.. Your here to trade are you not?"
Richtor Barstens: "Depends on what the miss would like to be tradin..."
Cauta looks back, swallowing slightly. "Trade...possibly...what are we trading..?"
Eschaton takes a step backwards. "I knew it... A pied piper, rat-type. She uses her magic to play a tune that enchants any rats that hear it." He braces himself slightly lower to the ground, his hands positioned as if holding a ball as silvery light begins to slowly build between them.
DM: She hops off her table as more of swarms scatter away leaving just eh dire rats as soon as she stops playing- "Well.. I can't think of any other reason why you would come to my hidy hole.. Unless your like those Trogs that's been getting in my stuff?"
DM: (SoL)
Richtor Barstens: "Would you believe we thought this was a way out?"
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta looks tired. She rubs at her face with one hand, the other still holding the flint and steel behind her back. "We just got lost down here... weren't even meant to be here."
Cauta: ((24.))
DM: Cauta you know something the elf doesn't, you picked up on some features most don't see.. You think she is more, with the amount of hair, lack of shoes, long dirty nails. You think she could be a were.)
DM: She stops tapping her chin- "A way out.. but the way out is always the same, the catacombs and the well... So no.. I don't think I could believe that.."
Britta: ((Werebear... that'd be cool...))
Cauta pales slightly, swallowing the lump in her throat. "...it's the truth, in all it's honesty. But...let's trade then, shall we? What do you have..?"
Cauta: ((Cauta...does not approve of fighting a were.))
DM: (Diplomacy!)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta: ((21.))
Cauta: ((WOO!))
Cauta: ((...wait. Not woo.))
Richtor Barstens: ((xD))
Cauta: ((Of course my good roll gets smashed by a nat 20.))
Britta sighs and tosses the flint and steel back into her pack. "I have something I'd like to trade."
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Britta: ((Dip. ))
DM: Well she seems to truly believe you, as she can see a lie clear as day. After a moment she steps closer with a playful wink- "I have some candy in my pocket? Heh, muahahah! But but but.. I do have.. This spoon, or I could trade a clear route, maybe some info.. I do have a thing for trinkets.. I am a Bard after all.."
Cauta nods quickly. "We'd be rather interested in a clear route. What would you like for that?"
DM: (Anyone want to say or do anything specific? Or are you all just letting Britta and Cauta do all the talking?)
Cauta: ((Fuck your spoon! Cauta wants a bath!))
Cauta: ((ESCH. THROW YOURSELF AT HER. SEX FOR INFO.))
Richtor Barstens: ((Hey, I'm just the muscle here...my diplomacy comes at the blunt end of a warhammer))
Britta: ((... Guilty!))
Eschaton: (................................)
Cauta: ((Just a suggestion. >_>))
Eschaton: (I don't have any charm spells. No dice.)
Britta looks at the woman. "I have a shield. Don't know if you'd want that..."
Cauta: ((You've got like...18 charisma. Work yer ass, dammit!))
DM: Britta you have seem to caught her end with that trade, she moves very fast and close to your face sniffing rapidly at your shoulders and neck.- "Oh really, what what you got? Hmmmm?"
Britta hefts the shield down and offers it to the woman. "It's very nice craftsmanship..."
Britta seems a little nervous at the woman's close proximity.
Britta: ((just aminute))
DM: She drops on all four then stands up- "What about that anklet? It-t looks good.. and pretty.."
Cauta watches carefully, eyes never straying from the woman for longer than a second.
DM: (Sorry Cauta that nat 20 for Britta made her lose all interest in you)
Cauta: ((Cauta has no argument there.))
DM: Everyone but Britta give me Spot checks!
Eschaton perks up and stands back a bit, allowing the charged magic to reside in his hands.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Cauta: ((18.))
Eschaton: (12)
Eschaton: (I think I'm too focused on keeping the spell charged to worry about anything else)
Britta: ((How's she see the anklet? It's in her boot))
Eschaton: (She might sense the magic)
DM: You all can tell there isn't much in this room, but you do see acouple boxes in the back. Ontop of that you can tell the place has several bones of Trogs inside.
DM: (Bingo Esch)
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Richtor Barstens: ((7))
Britta hesitates, then stops. "It's... got magic?" She seems completely surprised. She figures that it's the only way the woman would figure she was wearing it.
Eschaton: (Probably better at it than me if she can tell the shape of the magic rather than just knowing it's there.)
Richtor Barstens attempts to look for a way out of the room, a way that might lead to the surface
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barstens: ((9))
DM: Her hands seem to be rubbing over each other each time over and over..- "Give me.. I could.. Ugg" -she seems torn looking back at some of the dire rats- "What, I'm not going to eat them.. There not Trogs! Unless they are.." -she turns back looking at Cauta- "The well or a map I could trade for.. Or you could just kill all the trogs maybe?"
DM: Richtor you see a hole in the roof, but it looks like only small creatures can make it that way.
Eschaton edges closer to Cauta. "We killed some trogs earlier."
DM: (ROUND TIME THINK )
Britta stops and looks down at her feet. She had no idea the anklet had magic, but she's also unwilling to part with it seeing as it holds sentimental value. She looks at the shield, then seems to think about what else she might have that could be offered as a trade.
Richtor Barstens is half distracted looking around the room
Richtor Barstens: "I heard there was something about killing trogs? I like that part."
Britta looks at Richtor. "Trading something would be faster... do you have anything of worth?"
Cauta nods lightly, thinking. "We've already killed some trogs...a group with a shaman. Are there many more, do you know? We might be able to help there...unless we have something in particular you want."
Cauta: ((Part of me thinks Cauta should try to trick her with the Ghast cloak...but if it fails...we're in for a fight...))
Eschaton: (She might have an immunity to it like me)
Britta: ((... oh yeah))
Richtor Barstens: "Nothing that would interest this batch"
Britta smells faintly of chicken. Or rather, her bag does.
Cauta: ((...do you?))
Eschaton: (I really only have traveling supplies. The only thing of real value is his pendant, but if he gets rid of it he'll start to die.)
Britta takes a few steps nearer to Richtor and looks around before dropping her elbow on his shoulder and leaning slightly, almost relaxedly. She whispers: "Think trail rations would fool something like her? I doubt it... You got any magic items?"
Eschaton: (Unless she's interested in the remaining half of the magic scroll...)
Richtor Barstens: "Aside from the hammer, which I'm not giving up, not in the slightest."
Britta: "Ehh, same problem. I didn't even know the anklet was magic, but I'm not letting that go... huh." She takes off her pack, reaching in and removing a small paper bag before opening it and offering the contents to the woman. "This any good?" she asks. It's the dragon fruit perfume. She doubts it will work, but she figures there's no harm in trying.
DM: Britta reflex save!
Britta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta: ((only 9))
Britta: ((MY STUFF IS GONNA GET GRABBED! *sniffles*))
DM: You see the women's hands dart out snatching it rather quickly, and start smelling it rather quickly.- "Oh.. this.. Now this is why I like trading.." -she does some spin spraying herself looking completely happy, then letting out a deep breath and becoming calmer and waving off her 'family'- "There has been a recent.. increases in the little geekos.. It seems no matter how of there heads I bite off more just keep flooding into the this place.. I think there big guy is after something.. But.. Ahh I don't know.."
Eschaton: (That scroll had two spells on it, right?)
DM: (Ya, I forgot the other one)
Britta glances aside, realizing Git hasn't said anything.
Eschaton: (Lemme check the archives)
DM: Everyone notices Git isn't even there, also the rats all seem to be chittering about and not directed at you.
Britta: ((This is cool! Other people can check for themselves now! *happy dance!*))
Britta: "Aw, qrap..."
Cauta glances about for Snitchgit. "Where...?"
Richtor Barstens sighs and hangs his head
Richtor Barstens: "100 gold...all we have to do is get up to the surface...100 gold..."
Eschaton: (Used the Water Breathing one, the other one is Bear's Endurance)
Britta rubs her face. "Y'know what, Richtor? Snitchgit has whatever it is we were meant to be bringing back to your dwarven friend."
Britta moves to a wall... and promptly leans against it, rubbing at her face. "Aw, gawwwwd..."
Eschaton reaches into his pack and pulls out the spell scroll. "Would this be of any value to you, miss?"
Britta: ((... The cat sneezed and I heard it from the other side of the house. It sounded really... snotty.))
DM: She shakes her head, she got's her prize and moves toward the back stuffing the perfume away in a chest. She turns back looking rather clam yet twitchy at the same time- "So.. transaction.. completed.. Is there.. other questions, thing.. thing things..you need to know?"
DM: ((ehhh.. that most be gross Britta))
Britta: "We need a map," Britta says from her leaning position against the wall.
DM: "Map?! What are you dumb? This place changes.. non-stop.. You leave take left.. two ways to go.. One to to mushrooms, one to well.. which also seems to have angry geekos there.."
Richtor Barstens: "More bad guys, awesome."
Britta looks at the woman, then gets a somewhat cross expression. "How do we get to the surface, fastest route?"
Eschaton tilts his head. "Changes...?"
DM: The women holds out her hands- "Big bad guy.. broad shoulders, horns, choppy sword.. The well is the fastest way unless you follow past then it leads to marshes caves."
Cauta: ((Sorry, distracted.))
DM: (Changes as cave-ins, and tunnels growing)
Britta: "All right, we should take the well then. How do we get there and what's in our way?"
Eschaton tucks the scroll away and allows the spell charge to drop, listening and waiting.
DM: She wipes her face with both hands, pacing back and forth now- "I told you! Take left, two ways.. Simple I thought? Geeko's and shrooms.. and maybe sewer scum I don't know.. I just climb the walls when I leave."
DM: Richtor you notice a stone hidden door off to the side of the room on the right)
Britta hesitates, then tilts her head. "Can you climb while carrying something like a rope? Maybe you could help us...?"
Richtor Barstens attempts to find a switch for the hidden door and flip it
Cauta sighs. "Climbing...Snitchgit was right it seems..." She glances to the others, nodding towards the door. "We should probably stop bothering her. We've got what we need."
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Richtor Barstens: ((10))
Eschaton: (I still have the spider robe xD)
DM: She nods in agreement with cauta before walking back to her table kicking her legs waving- "Ya anymore info and I may need to charge you again.. Good luck!"
DM: (IT open Richtor)
Britta glances at Richtor and moves next to him, curious about whatever he's looking at. She seems disappointed she had to give up the perfume, but otherwise has calmed down from her argument with Cauta.
DM: She seems to hold up her hand as to tell you something then just shakes her head as you leave out that door.
DM: (So is everyone leaving out the stone door?)
Eschaton glances back at the woman, her tune still echoing in his ears, then sticks close to Cauta as they leave."
Britta: ((I'm following Richtor out there))

Cauta watches for a minute, groaning into her hand. "Perfectly good waste of information..." She nods in thanks to the woman, before ducking through the stone door behind them.
DM: Well this hallway is long and littered with mushrooms to the right of it halfway down you can see the stream running pass you and another bridge, if you keep heading the same direction you can see it starting to open up.
DM: So you can keep going down the hallway, or turn right and get to another bridge.
Cauta: ((I'm loving how we bartered for information...and have pretty much tossed it. XD))
Britta: ((http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/2... Guilty?))
http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/259/c/2/ice_in_the_fire__redo__by_rynnay-d5eyf3o.jpg
DM: Also you see Git slowly fade back into view walking beside you- "Dang.. that was close.. Almost pissed off Piper Family.. Geeze never taking that potion again.. stuff gives you a terrible headache.."
Cauta: ((...Grandpa? XD))
Cauta: ((Grandpa's a BADASS.))
Britta: ((That's what I was thinking...))
Britta looks at Git. "Were you like... drunk? Or just... weird?"
DM: Git hand balances back and forth- "Ehh.. I had a light buzz going.. But that near death experience ruined it." -he looks up at Cauta- "You do know those weren't dire rats right? It was a family of were-rats.. would have eaten us for lunch.."
DM: (Did everyone grow bored? Cause I explained the direction you have guys)
Eschaton: (Nope, still just following in silence)
Britta: "Huh." Britta looks around, then motions to both paths. "Right, so... any clue which way we're going? I'm terrible with verbal directions."
DM: (No family twist? xD)
Cauta swallows. "Yeah...I had the feeling..."
Cauta: ((No family twist?))
Cauta looks at Britta. "In-case you didn't notice...I doubt we took the way she meant for us to go. There's no left in here."
Richtor Barstens: "Were-rats, living mushrooms, trogs, and a giant square thing of acidic jello. Further down the rabbit hole we go."
DM: Git pops his jacket- "Ya just glad Mary was in a good mood.. She's nice once you get a couple drinks in her."
Britta doesn't respond for a minute, then looks back at Cauta. "Take lead, then, please. And Git... who is Mary?"
Eschaton just rubs his temples. "That song threw me off more than it should have..."
DM: Git points down both ways- "Mushroom heaven, or.. Bridge!"
DM: Git thumbs back toward the way you came- "The women you gave that perfume."
Richtor Barstens: "Another bridge?"
Britta mumbles: "Which I really didn't need to do... peace offering, I guess. Meh."
Britta: ((Come on Cauta!))
Cauta shakes her head. "I'd like to avoid drinking with weres if I could." She glances at the bridge and the mushrooms. "It's not the way she said but...I doubt the mushrooms are really going to just let us by."
Cauta: ((...it's one in the morning, and I'm still at my buds house. >_>))
Britta moves aside so Cauta can pass.
Richtor Barstens: ((I'm honestly getting too tired to function guys >.>))
DM: (Seems like a stopping point... Hmm)
Britta: (( ))
Richtor Barstens: ((I'm afraid so))
Cauta: ((Ah well.))
Eschaton: (Ah, alright then)
Richtor Barstens: ((I think we got a whole 30 feet))
Cauta: ((We're pretty much done...if we don't go tangenting again. >_>))
Cauta: ((Hey, Cauta got to lead, save Britta's butt multiple times, and all around be awesome. Good day for me.))
Richtor Barstens: ((I pulled rope!))
Britta: ((Britta got to waste lotsa people's time.))
Richtor Barstens: ((Britta got to be a spoiled brat ))
DM: (man you guys are were close to hitting a plot line, and boss fight, and escaping )
Richtor Barstens: ((So what...end of the tunnel a giant mushroom king?))
Britta: ((Nah, she got to yell at Cauta. That was it. And I'd love to keep going, but if you guys are spent, I guess we should stop then. Shame GC isn't on next week))
Richtor Barstens: ((Or even better, a giant Trog king doped up on mushrooms))
Richtor Barstens: ((Where's GC?))
Cauta: ((Heh. I'm not SPENT. I'm just needing to leave here in a bit.))
Britta: ((Canada.))
Richtor Barstens: ((funny...))
DM: Well.. Richtor your kinda close..)
DM: (I was going to ask cause GC can't make next week, did we want to move it to another day like before or after.. Or just skip it that week?> IDC)
Richtor Barstens: ((A giant trog shaman who has learned the medicinal properties of the mushroom, using it to TRIP HIMSELF OUT INTO A HALLUCINAGENIC EXTRAVAGANZA!))
Eschaton: (I'll bet it's Mordy playing puppetmaster with that Trog dragon thing)
Britta: ((I'll go with whatever Esch and Rich are doing.))
Richtor Barstens: ((I could do friday, but that's it. Sunday I would need to go to sleep early for work on Monday.))
Britta: ((Friday... that's my Thursday. I couldn't play))
DM: http://www.dumpyourphoto.com/photo/view/...
http://www.dumpyourphoto.com/photo/view/138081/buKy8A7xgW
Eschaton: (Well, I'm free all week)
DM: (Ditto)
Richtor Barstens: ((Then I think we're going to have to skip next week.))
Richtor Barstens: ((Anyways, I'm out for tonight. Talk to you guys later.))
Britta: ((Damn. Or have a short session?))
Cauta: ((Later.))
DM: (Short session Friday?)
DM: (You are close to the end.. but it's up to the players)
Britta: ((No. I can't play. I can only play today, or the day before today.))
DM: Cya Richtor
DM: I also updated the map kinda..
Britta: Got it
DM: That bridge sucked the whole parties urge to play I think...
DM: Got it.. no more water..
Cauta: ((Which bridge?))
Britta: How come it went so amazingly slow today?
DM: (All of them, the party didn't enjoy it so I may take them out..)
DM: (Not sure, I thought I was on top of my game speed wise.)
Britta: ((Mm, you were.))
Cauta: ((I didn't mind the bridges.))
DM: Cause I wanted to hurry up and get you your birthday gift!
Britta: ((heh, never mind.))
DM: ((ROUND TIME,))
Britta: ((I'm going to FoG now.))
DM: MEET YA'LL BACK IN FOG?

SESSION 8 (23rd September 2012)



Britta Bardsbane cleared the room
Britta Bardsbane: MWAHAHA
DM: Why you do that?
Britta Bardsbane: I dunno. I won't do it again.

DM cleared the room
Britta Bardsbane: WHY'D YOU DO THAT?
Richtor Barstens joined the chat
Eschaton: So now we're just waiting for Guilty
Britta Bardsbane: Hey
DM: "Last time we left off with our adventurers they were still trapped underneath the dreaded church and forced to find a way out of the sewers of Low Town. Recently the Were-rat Mary had helped in giving them directions and warning them of the impending troglodyte invasion that was secretly going on against the mycoid. Will the adventurers find a way out, or the secret hidden underneath Corvis? Find out next time on, Dungeons and Dragons!"
Richtor Barstens: heyo
Richtor Barstens: ((You forgot to add "And Richtor has yet to have a drink...will the dwarf get drunk later on? Or will he some how summon the raw alcohol in his body to become inebriated?!"
DM: I felt like narrating my own T.V. show..
Richtor Barstens: *))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Yay! We have that pitch thingy... not sales pitch, what's it called?))
Cauta joined the chat
Eschaton: Advertising?
Cauta: ((I told you to fucking log in, stupid machine.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((http://www.footstepsofghosts.com/t4515-d...
http://www.footstepsofghosts.com/t4515-dd-35-chat-history-ikitt-s-group#106463
DM: Everyone get your snacks and drinks as I make one last cup of coffee to keep me going.)
Britta Bardsbane: ((*scampers off to grab food*))
Eschaton: (does the same)
Richtor Barstens: ((Already has food))
Richtor Barstens: ((IS PREPARED! UNLIKE YOU GUYS GAWD!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Sowwy. Can't find anything good anyways...))
Eschaton: -kay, ready-
Britta Bardsbane: ((*reads up* Okay... Britta - slightly grumpy and disgruntled, but doing some deep thinking. *nods*))
Cauta: ((Eh, food.))
DM: Git- "So.. it seems we have some choices to make lads.. we could ether head back the way we came to Mary's place.. then take her directions from there. Or we can keep going down this very heavily mushroom littered tunnel to our left.. Or try and jump over this broken bridge and sewer river which seems to be decently heavy.. What ya'll think?"
DM: Also the noise of heavy water is echoing as your so close to the river again, you can also still make out Mary playing in the background coming from the hallway back the way you came.
Richtor Barstens: "Awesome...more broken bridges"
DM: (Check, questions, comments?)
Richtor Barstens: "Is there any way to even get down through the mushroom hallway?"
DM: (Awareness "spot check")
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barstens: ((9))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta Bardsbane seems to be remaining quiet for the most part. She takes a glance up at the ceiling (Can I see it?) and then at the bridge to gauge the distance.
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Eschaton: (13)
Britta Bardsbane: ((18))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Cauta: ((24.))
DM: When you step a bit closer you can tell there is enough room, the hallway is about 10 ft wide and seems to get wider the farther down you look. Also you notice the mushrooms are larger here on the sides.
DM: (What light source do you have out Britta?)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Oh, right... it's dark here. Okay, forget my awareness rolls.))
Cauta: ((You know, I've offered my lamp like...five times.))
DM: ((Well the same goes for Eschaton..))
Britta Bardsbane rummages in her pack, taking out her torch and lighting it with the flint and steel. She holds it up, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ceiling, then glances at the bridge to gauge the distance.
DM: (Is it a bulls eye lamp? If so it can light a large way out in one direction)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Not IC, Guilty. ))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I find it amusing that Cauta even has a lamp, to be honest. XD))
Cauta: ((Actually, I offered it once IC, and you ignored it for Esch's magic light.))
Cauta: ((Yes, Cauta has a bullseye))
DM: Britta your torch has seen better days and is barely even a candle almost. The off and on use has burned most of it out. You can tell it's about the same distance as last time.
Eschaton: (I still have five lv0 spells left, btw)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Ah... I don't remember that. Next time, Britta should accept, or she's really stupid!))
Cauta: ((Just cause you can see in the dark means you enjoy it.))
Richtor Barstens: "Well considering our luck with the last bridge, I don't really want to tempt going over another one."
Richtor Barstens: "Going back runs the risk of overstaying our welcome with the stinky rodent people..."
Richtor Barstens: "And forward has us wandering, some of us aimlessly, through a hallway filled with poisonous mushrooms."
Richtor Barstens: "You know...I could have sworn this was supposed to be a quick, easy, and well paying snatch and grab job."
Britta Bardsbane glances at the others, then at Git. "If you've been down here before, which way would you take?"
Cauta nods slightly. "I agree. The river looks a bit rough for Git to cross as well. Not many options." She spares a glance at Eschaton and Britta. "Unless we feel like going for a swim again."
DM: Git- "Hey how was I suppose to know someone would try and kill me.. or you for that matter?" -he glance back at Britta- "And I said I never been down this far.. we never found that stone door before, and the only other way down was a straight pit fall into that sewer hole."
Eschaton puts up his hands. "I'd rather not."
Richtor Barstens: "Well...I personally like going forward rather than back..."
Richtor Barstens: "And the hallway does widen out, so we should be relatively good to go."
Cauta shakes her head slowly. "Then I suppose we should go for the mushroom route." She pulls of her pack. "Once I give these two the ability to see, that is..."
Britta Bardsbane moves her shoulders in a shrug. "We could always set fire to the mushrooms..."
Cauta rummages through her pack for a moment, before pulling out her bullseye lantern. It looks rather...unused, but she gives it a rattle before pulling out some oil for it as well. "This should suffice..."
DM: (Round Time sorry)
Britta Bardsbane just stares at Cauta for a long moment, a strange expression in her eyes before she slowly moves a hand up to rub her face. She turns away for a moment, taking a deep breath, then turns back. "A lantern... okay. Nice." She seems to be having trouble restraining herself from asking Cauta why it wasn't brought out earlier, but seems to be trying to keep herself from further conflict with the tiefling. "You want to hold it, or should I carry that along with this bloody heavy shield?"
Eschaton looks around. "I can't figure out why, but I get the feeling that we should leave the mushrooms alone."
Richtor Barstens: "I had the same feeling...and if you're tired of carrying the shield...might I suggest using it with the amount of trouble you've managed to get yourself in."
Cauta raises an eyebrow. "I don't need it, and my crossbow needs to hands. You want to see, you'll be carrying it." She takes a moment to light it, before offering the handle to Britta and Eschaton. "And refrain from damaging it. Just because I don't use it doesn't mean I want it destroyed."
Eschaton reaches out for the lantern. "I could take the lead for a while."
Britta Bardsbane falls silent at Cauta's remark on the lantern being destroyed and shoots Richtor a glare. She doesn't say anything, seeming to be trying her best not to get mad at anyone or anyone mad at her. She adjusts her backpack and the shield before extinguishing the torch and putting it away. "You only really need to lead me and you, seeing as we're the blind ones back here... but that would be good."
Cauta nods. "I'll move at the front with Richtor, hopefully we'll spot anything before the lantern gives us away." She gives Britta an aside glance. "Also gives me time to spot any traps before they're triggered."
Richtor Barstens: "So long as we get out and to a tavern. I don't think I've been this sober since last week."
Eschaton shrugs and takes the lantern, falling into step next to Cauta.
Britta Bardsbane nips her lip, glancing away before meeting Cauta's gaze. "I'm sorry about that," she mumbles quietly. "It was the adrenaline... and I'm sorry for calling you names that you didn't deserve being called. I'm just not used to working with people that actually will watch my back." With that, she falls silent and stands awkwardly for a moment. "Can we move?"
Cauta blinks.
Britta Bardsbane: ((That was the short version.))
Cauta: "Well...that was unexpectedly welcome." She gives Richtor a cursory glance, before looking back to Britta. "You'll get use to it in time. It's not exactly commonplace for me either." She gestures towards the hall. "Let's just make sure we have that time, hm? Come, Richtor. Let's see what we can see."
DM: Alright not only does Git seem to be trying to not chuckle a bit, but you see the long hallway start to widen out. Who's going first ect?)
Eschaton closes his eyes and grins to himself.
Britta Bardsbane lingers back, hoping to bring up the rear.
Richtor Barstens: ((Cauta, Richtor, Eschaton, Britta))
Eschaton: (I think it's Richtor, Cauta, Esch, Britta)
Eschaton: (I was close xD)
Cauta moves forward slowly, eyes sweeping the floor and air in front of them for any traps or tripwires.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Where's Gittles?))
DM: When Richtor and Cauta start stepping forward the walls seem to shake with life, and you hear the high pitch whistle like the mushrooms are setting off a silent alarm maybe? Etherway give me listen checks as you keep heading down. Also ithe hallway is curving to the right.
Richtor Barstens: ((Wherever he wants to be ))
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Richtor Barstens: ((11))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Cauta: ((27.))
Cauta: ((<.< )
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Britta Bardsbane: ((25))
DM: You hear the noise of dirt churning, and can spot the floor bucking up like a mole tunnel. Britta you actually get a glimps of something long and brown about the size of tree trunk slide across the ground.)
DM: Cauta also there is no traps here.)
Britta Bardsbane keeps her arms close to her body as she moves, uncomfortable with the presence of the mushrooms. She happens to glance down and jumps, almost in fight. "Did anyone else see that!?"
Eschaton: (Magic?)
DM: (None)
Richtor Barstens: "See what?"
Cauta nods in satisfaction. "No traps around..." She raises an eyebrow at Britta. "No. Nothing."
Britta Bardsbane seems to eye the floor suspiciously as she continues to move. "That... thing. It moved and it was... okay, nobody else saw it. Right."
Eschaton holds the lantern high and turns around, sweeping the lantern's light across the back path. "Mmm, no."
DM: Git on the other hand kinda picks up his pace up toward Cauta.
Richtor Barstens: "Might be the darkness playing with your eyes."
Eschaton catches Git's movement out of the corner of his eyes. "You seem to be in a hurry. Something wrong?"
Richtor Barstens: ((brb))
DM: Anyways the longer you go down the tunnel you start to hear the sound of alot moving and some yelps along with some heavy thuds.
DM: Git- "Heh.. ya just old gobber senses kicking in.. Nothing.."
Cauta stops, eyes narrowing. "Stop. Keep quiet."
Britta Bardsbane draws her blades as she moves, the sound of metal scraping softly as she draws the blades from their sheathes. She seems to be a little jumpy.
DM: (Hmm.. give me a listen check Cauta you MAY beable to pick something out)
Eschaton holds the lanterrn low, keeping the opening close to his chest to block most of the light and keep from giving away their position
DM: Britta you also feel a sudden wetness hit the top of your head!
DM: (Good move Eschaton )
Britta Bardsbane ducks back, one hand moving to her head - her fingers are around the hilt of her sword, so she just touches the wetness with her wrist. "Uhm..."
Britta Bardsbane slowly looks upwards.
DM: (You can see another droplet of water drip from the roof. That's all)
Britta Bardsbane feels embarrassed and quickly drops her hand back down to her side, glancing ahead as if to make sure nobody else saw her nervous moment.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Cauta: ((26))
Eschaton: (I think that's a winning Listen check)
DM: (You can hear the faint noises of a battle for sure, and the yelps sound like it could be more Trogs. On top of that you manage to hear the soft pitter patter of foot steps racing in your direction.))
DM: (Britta I do that to everyone in my games, creates tension xD)
Britta Bardsbane: ((IT COULD STILL BE SOMETHING!))
Cauta grits her teeth. "Something's coming! Be ready, and watch the mushrooms!"
DM: (Ya my group was after of this kind of ooze that clings to roofs and only starts dripping when it senses light)
Cauta pulls her rapier, ready to strike at the approaching source.
DM: The foot steps seem to be racing at this point very rapid, and wet. When around the corner comes Morty!
Britta Bardsbane moves slightly to the side of the group, keeping out of reach of the mushrooms. "Maybe you should pull back, let Richtor and myself take care of this..." She blinks. "Or... or not. He's back."
Eschaton reaches down into his boot, silently drawing his dagger.
Cauta blinks in surprise. "...Mordy?"
Cauta: "How did you...get this far ahead..?"
DM: Morty doesn't even stop moving he just keeps running pass Cauta, you can hear in your head "Colds!"
Eschaton: "Better question - how did he survive the river?"
Britta Bardsbane: "He's a plant... and where's he off to?"
DM: (Cauta knows that answer Plants can't drown.. and some float!)
Britta Bardsbane: ((... Uhm, did I just do a munchkin?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Or can we assume Britta is being sarcastic?))
DM: (No you can tell he is a plant.. so it's cool)
Eschaton watches the little creature run, then looks up at Cauta. "Should we follow him?"
Cauta looks slowly at the others. "...he fell in the river?" She gives them a dark squint, before shaking her head. "He's running from something, but we're not exactly as small as he is. There's something that sounds like Trogs up ahead..." After a moment of thought, she nods to herself. "I'll scout it out. See what's what." She sheathes her rapier and begins readying her crossbow.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Where be ze Rich?))
DM: Also now everyone starts to smell a foul scent kicking up, like dead skunk almost. And Cauta as you come around the corner you see two troglodyte blocking your view as they are chasing poor little Mordy and are about 15 ft away from you and closing fast with spears in hand!
DM: (Roll Turn Order from Combat! )
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
Eschaton: (crap)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Cauta: ((BOOYAH!))
Cauta: ((Cauta is on FIRE tonight!))
DM: (I'll make sure to make that happen.. Ya know, Cauta on fire xD)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Britta Bardsbane: ((Shall we wait for quake?))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: (Everyone but Eschaton will get to react)
DM: (before the Trogs)
Eschaton: (Again, crap)
Cauta: ((Should we let Quaker actually roll, or..?)
Eschaton: (I swear, this roller has it out for me)
DM: (Hey GC remember me telling you I play alot of Rogues.. well in D&D if you get first turn, it's called a 'surprise round' meaning you were the quickest and get to catch everyone flat-footed in combat. FF AC is AC with no Dex mod.. meaning you get Sneak Attack!)
DM: (Up to you guys actually.)
Britta Bardsbane: ((QUAKE! WHERE ARE YOU!?))
Cauta: ((Question is...did these guys barrel around while Cauta's rapier was out, or her crossbow...))
Cauta: ((He said brb.))
DM: (I'll give Crossbow.. and they are close 10-15ft. You can take your turn first if you like.)
http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/MM35_gallery/MM35_PG246b.jpg
DM: http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/MM35_g...
Cauta: ((Mmkay.))
DM: (^^ For those who would like a picture of Trogs)
Cauta snaps her crossbow up, eyes narrowed on the Trogs. "No, you don't!"
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Cauta: ((...>.>))
Eschaton: (Geh, nothing that can be Shattered. If I got first turn, I could have attempted a stun with Sonic Burst.)
DM: (Also Fort save for everyone after this shot. DC 12 to resist being sicken by Trog Stench )
DM: (You hit Cauta)
Eschaton: (...could I just use Aero Luster again? xD)
Cauta rolled a die. The die showed: 1
DM: (What? No xD)
Cauta rolled a die. The die showed: 3
Cauta rolled a die. The die showed: 4
Britta Bardsbane: ((brb))
DM: (What are you rolling GC?)
Cauta: ((Op. Rolled wrong die for first. Second.))
Eschaton: (Cripes, roller's got karma)
Cauta: ((Damage?))
DM: (I though crossbow was D8 + Sneak Attack D6)
Cauta: ((I have sneak attack 2D6. >.>))
DM: (Oh.. ok.. go ahead)
Cauta: ((And yeah, rolled my rapier by accident.))
Cauta rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 1
DM: xD
Cauta: ((Nothing changes. ))
DM: (Total?)
Cauta: ((Eight, I believe, unless I'm forgetting something again...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((back))
DM: Your bolt flies true nailing one of the Trogs in the shoulder, he recoils but keeps coming!
DM: (Nope 8 is right)
DM: (I'm going to hit this round early, give Richtor some time)
Britta Bardsbane: ((ok))
DM: (feel free to yell and stuff)
Eschaton remains silent, his hands pressed together with the dagger between them, gradually building a magic charge. "Cauta, if you plan to melee, please tell me now."
Britta Bardsbane: ((Where's the lantern?))
Richtor Barstens: ((Sorry about that, family came back from trip))
Cauta narrows her eyes at the approaching trogs. "Wasn't planning on it."
Eschaton: (On the ground, beside him)
Eschaton: (Richtor, roll for turn order?)
Richtor Barstens: ((Give me a chance to catch up))
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Eschaton: (FFFFFFFFFFF I'm dead last)
Richtor Barstens: "FIGHTIN TIME!"
Britta Bardsbane moves forward, past Esch and Richtor and attempts to slice both Trogs with her blades as they rush onwards.
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Britta Bardsbane: ((26 to hit, Bastard blade))
Cauta: ((You hit.))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 1
Cauta: (( ))
Britta Bardsbane: ((5))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Britta Bardsbane: ((25 to hit, Ogrun blade))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 9
Britta Bardsbane: ((13))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I THINk I did my maths right...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Oh, 26 to hit for Ogrun, actually. ))
DM: (Did you count your crit on that first damage roll? Also you hit both times.)
Britta Bardsbane: ((No, I didn't count my crit... x2))
Richtor Barstens: ((What's the order of combat?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Cauta, Britta, Trogs, Rich, Esch))
Cauta: ((...where did she crit?))
DM: Britta as your legs pump with fire as your battle lust drives your forward faster then everyone else. As you close the gap with haste and quickly cut one in half before moving the other finishing it off the other that was shot.
Britta Bardsbane: ((I crit on 19-20))
DM: (Combat over for now!)
Cauta: ((Weird.))
Richtor Barstens: ((Awwwww))
Richtor Barstens: "...or no fighting...
Richtor Barstens: *"
DM: (Blades crit on 19-20..for 2x Axes and Blunts crit on 20.. for x3 damage)
Britta Bardsbane: "I'll save you one next time."
Cauta holds up a finger, pressing it to her lips for silence, straining to hear for anything more.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Cauta: ((19.))
Eschaton watches the battle end quickly with a soft sigh, dispelling the magic in the dagger and slipping it back into his boot.
Britta Bardsbane crouches and quietly draws her blades over the Trog's bodies, cleansing the blades of blood.
DM: Oh there is more fighting, as everyone peeks there head out you can your tunnel open out ontop of a hill. Below can only be described as chaos. Farther down you see several trogs fighting from one end with a tunnel to there backs, on the other you see several Mycoid disparately trying to push the trogs back to there caves. You can see there isn't many mycoid left stand and there are atleast 10-20 cut to pieces on the ground and on fire.
DM: Cauta give me a another spot check.)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta: ((16.))
Britta Bardsbane whispers. "I think we know which side are the good guys... they happen to be the losing side, however. What we doing?"
Richtor Barstens: "Well...it all depends on what we really want..."
Richtor Barstens looks to the others
DM: You can make a pair of very large mycoid about the size of trolls even, trying to smash one Trog that seems ALOT bigger then the rest, before one Mycoid burst into flames. You can't make out anymore detail then that.
Richtor Barstens: "The longer we stay down here, the longer we're putting off getting paid. As much as I like fighting, this isn't ours to win."
Britta Bardsbane smirks at Richtor. "Aw, come on... what about that big thing? The monster Trog? He'd be fun to go up against, wouldn't he?"
DM: (( This is ALL up to you guys.. I'm not pushing anyone ether way.. Take a moment to talk it out and be in character ect.. maybe find Mordy ))
Eschaton grins and rubs his hands together, causing small silver sparks to fly, then picking up the lantern. "Dunno about you, but if we get involved with that, there's going to be a lot of blood. Should we just keep moving?"
Richtor Barstens: "In order, these are the things I like. Money, fighting, ale, women."
Cauta: ((Britta...Cauta saw that. Not you. >.>))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I thought we all saw that))
Cauta: ((Did you make a roll?))
Richtor Barstens: "The order sometimes changes...but we've already stayed down here a whole day longer than scheduled."
Britta Bardsbane: ((no, but Kitt said 'as everyone peeks their head out'))
Cauta: ((And is the lantern even aimed at it? ))
Richtor Barstens: ((We are all aware of the battle, not the large trogs/mycoids))
Richtor Barstens: ((At least, those of us with darkvision))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Aw... damn, I'm a munchkin again!))
Cauta: ((Yep.))
Britta Bardsbane: (("Aw come on... what about all that noise? Doesn't it get your blood rushing?" That will do.))
Cauta frowns. "There are some big trogs down there..." She looks about, as if trying to figure something out. "Is there any other way out from here..?"
Britta Bardsbane shakes her head and sighs softly. "We could always turn back... otherwise, I can't see anything without flashing that lantern about, which you probably don't want to do at this point."
DM: (Oh also side note this place is actually slightly lit up from the fires)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Good point...))
Richtor Barstens: ((On a side note...Richtor is also a bit more serious when he's not drunk ))
DM: (Sorry another point.. there is a SINGLE large trog, fight two troll size mycoid)
Cauta: ((I am aware.))
Richtor Barstens: "Cauta, you see another way out of here aside from going through that mess?"
DM: (He isn't giant just, not small like the rest of trogs)
Britta Bardsbane makes a vague motion. "One of us could go out there and take a peek. All those flaming bodies would make good cover..."
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Cauta: ((14 spot.))
DM: (Number wise there is about 12-16 trogs, one big one, and 2 lizards.. Mycoid looks about like 2 troll sized, and 8 normals, and some ants )
DM: (Cauta you can also make out a large stone door that is closed behind the Mycoid village, and the tunnel behind the Trogs.. But that's it)
Eschaton: (...holy crap, we can't fight that many. Unless I can use Sakuya's Blossom Sword with Spiritual Weapon...)
DM: (Not alone.. no)
Britta Bardsbane watches the battle rage on, not able to see everything, but picking up that there's a lot going on just due to the noise. She licks her lips, hands gripping the hilts of her swords tightly.
Cauta sighs. "There's a stone door behind the Mycoid village...and the trogs tunnel, but that's everything I can make out."
DM: (Also remember trogs are small creatures, while the normal mycoid are medium sized)
Eschaton: (Well it's a huge sword, I could probably get three or four of them if I rolled a good hit xD)
Richtor Barstens: "In other words...through the battle."
Britta Bardsbane glances at the others. "Y'know... we could do this. Side with the Mushroom men and we've got nice numbers..."
Eschaton: (How big of an area is it?)
Richtor Barstens: "I had the same idea...only choice really."
DM: Git chips in- "Or we could dump the this little shroom and go the way Mary told us.."
DM: (Area is about... a football sized area)
Richtor Barstens: "I'm sorry if trusting a were-rat that you previously said was more likely to eat us then help us is not high on my list."
Britta Bardsbane glances at Git. "Where's the fun in that? Do you have anything you could contribute to a fight against those things?"
Eschaton: (Aw crap, that's too big)
Cauta loads a bolt into her crossbow quietly, eyeing the trogs from the slight vantage point the group has. "If they keep focused on the Mycoids...I might be able to harass them from here..."
DM: Git holds out his hands and start counting- "I got seven acid flask, two drakes breath, three Icy Grasp, two tanglefoot bags.. and... a couple of tinder sticks. Not counting the feather fall potion."
Britta Bardsbane glances at Git. "Are you... willing to use them without pay...?"
DM: (Is Cauta taking a knee by anychance?)
Richtor Barstens: "You might be able to...but if they kill the mushrooms then they'll come here...there's too many of them for us to take."
Cauta: ((Likely. She's trying to keep low.))
Richtor Barstens: "If we're doing this. Then let's go, give us some cover."
Richtor Barstens starts wading forward to the battle
Cauta glances at Richtor. "And if they overrun the mushrooms, they'll find us anyway."
Britta Bardsbane catches Richtor's arm, pulling him back. "Wait..."
DM: Cauta as you take your knee you almost spook yourself as Mordy is just standing there watching the whole time.
Richtor Barstens: "Not if the mushrooms get some unexpected help"
Richtor Barstens shakes off the arm
Richtor Barstens: "I'm not going back, and the only way forward is through the battle"
Britta Bardsbane rolls her eyes. "Look, use the flames for cover. We can come from a different direction so they don't instantly go for Cauta."
Cauta looks at Mordy, before offering a grin. "Colds. Trogs. I see what you meant. Need a little help?" She sights one of the Trogs, steadying her breathing. "Just hope this works."
Richtor Barstens: "If we do that, we're not here to intercept any that come rushing up the hill. Instead, they break from us, and go for her...Doesn't help."
Eschaton sets down the lantern, closes his eyes and clasps his hands in front of him as if praying.
Cauta: ((Time for some sniping! XD))
Richtor Barstens: "Now, either come with me, or stay here and cover the others. I'm fighting!"
Richtor Barstens starts running to the battle with his WARHAMMAR in hand
Cauta: "And that's that, I suppose."
DM: (ALright.. well this should be bloody)
Cauta fires at one of the lizards.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
DM: (Everyone roll me a turn order)
Cauta: ((Time for math.))
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Cauta: ((ooooorrr that.))
Britta Bardsbane sighs before mumbling under her breath. She moves to go around the fires, coming in from a different angle to Richtor with her blades gleaming in the reflection of the flames.
Eschaton: (Permission to summon a Sakuya's Blossom Sword, medium katana with six-foot reach?)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Richtor Barstens: ((Although yeah, shouldn't Cauta automatically go first since she's sniping and effectively making the first move?))
DM: (What spell is that?!)
Eschaton: (Spiritual Weapon)
Britta Bardsbane: ((just a moment...))
DM: (Sure the turn order is actually just for you guys..)
Eschaton: (http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Spiritu...
Eschaton: (Blah)
Eschaton: ( http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Spiritu... )
http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/SRD:Spiritual_Weapon
DM: (Go for it Eschaton)
Britta Bardsbane: ((back))
Eschaton: (Awesome)
Eschaton: (w)
Cauta: ((So...dex plus mastercrafted plus base attack results in a grand total of...))
Cauta: ((11.))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Eschaton: (Ha, last again, that gives me time to prepare)
Eschaton: (w)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Crap))
Britta Bardsbane: ((DM, can you tell me what Britta can see if she moved around the flames, taking the right side of the room?))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Britta Bardsbane: ((21))
DM: So as you come running in from the top of the hill you can see the battle more clearly. The two fronts seem to be head long into combat, and you see a squad of Trogs of 6 break apart trying to flank the left of the Mycoid.. The left is where your Hill opened out.
DM: (Sorry give me a sec I'll doddle something to hel[)
DM: (Sorry give me a sec I'll doddle something to hel[)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Thanks))
DM: http://www.dumpyourphoto.com/photo/view/...
http://www.dumpyourphoto.com/photo/view/139796/uGfy540v6hZ
DM: (Sorry guys I hope that helps a bit)
DM: ( I honestly though you wouldn't try to fight for it xD)
DM: (Turn order was..)
Cauta: ((Freedom is worth fighting for. ))
DM: Cauta -> Richtor -> Britta -> Eschaton alright...
Britta Bardsbane: ((Okay, so Britta's doing the dumb thing and circling around the back...))
DM: Cauta take your shot at the Trog
DM: guessing the scouting group trying to flank right?
Britta Bardsbane: ((Yup))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Cauta: ((>.>))
DM: (Hit)
Britta Bardsbane: ((which means, once she's behind THEM, she'll be between them and the main lot of red guys))
Eschaton 's hands glow in response to the prayer. "Dear Sakuya, lend me your power..." He shifts his left hand down and right hand up as if running his hands along a flat surface, a large beam of light forming as he moves - it almost seems tangible. He holds his hand beneath the light, causing it to take a definitive form - a large katana, sharp and sleek, with wavy patterns that resemble cherry blossoms engraved into the hilt. "Ready."
Cauta: ((Is it sneak?))
Cauta rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 6
DM: (Yush)
Cauta rolled a die. The die showed: 5
Cauta rolled a die. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((A lovely 14.))
Eschaton: (On one trog? You need piercing bolts. >>)
Cauta: ((Why's that?))
DM: You take a small breath hold it, then breathing it out like it was second nature. Sending the bolt right into the back of the scout head dropping where he stand. Only thing is has alerted the others and they turn to face the new threat.
Eschaton: (If your bolts fly through the target instead of into them, you could take out quite a few)
DM: Richtor your turn!
Cauta: ((I don't think a bolt has enough power. Unless Cauta gets a personal bastila. XD))
Richtor Barstens runs into the battle, jumping right into the thick of it and targeting the first trog in sight with his WARHAMMAR!
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
DM: (Damn that was terrible grammar I was too busy writing things down xD)
Richtor Barstens: ((22))
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 8
Cauta: ((What kinda sound you think a crossbow makes when fired?))
Richtor Barstens: ((12))
Eschaton: (thwip)
DM: (a twang, but the yelp from the Trog got the others)
Richtor Barstens: ((ka-chunk?))
DM: (Did you count the +1 damage for being magical?)
Cauta grins to herself as she prepares to reload. "Twang. Headshot."
DM: (Also are you charging the scout squad that was trying to flank the mycoid?)
Cauta: ((That's all I wanted.))
Richtor Barstens: ((I'm on the other side...me and Britta split up, I rushing right into the main battle))
Richtor Barstens: ((13))
Richtor Barstens: ((Keep forgetting the magical damage))
Britta Bardsbane has circled around behind the scout party, placing herself between them and the main group... which in hindsight, she figures might have been a bad idea, but... Cauta's dart seemed to have taken out the lead scout, leaving the last two to her...
DM: (So on my map your on the right side in the middle of it all?)
Cauta: ((...I'm not even going to try and figure out everyone else's placement.))
Richtor Barstens: ((Yes, Richtor went right to the main battle))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Britta's basically just to the right of that line you've drawn, 'behind' the scout party that just had their leader shot out by Cauta.))
DM: Richtor as you come crashing in you waylay the first trog in sight sending him tumbling back as he goes limp in mid flight. In front of you can see the back sides of two large mushroom men slamming the ground trying to get ahold of a red trog much bigger then the rest.
Richtor Barstens: "SUP BITCH?!"
DM: (Britta your turn!)
Britta Bardsbane slips behind the two remaining scouts, their focus diverted by their leader's death. She attempts to skewer both from behind on her blades.
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Britta Bardsbane: ((24 bastard blade))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 7
Britta Bardsbane: ((11))
DM: Cauta as you reach down to reload your next bolt you see Mordy handling one and stab it in his head playful like, just enough to let it stick out then hear the sound in your head- "Headswot!"
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 1
Britta Bardsbane: ((Fail on the Ogrun blade))
Cauta: ((...that's disturbing and adorable.))
DM: You cut deeply into first one, but the scream manages to give the other time to turn in time and block your Ogrun blade.
DM: Eschaton! GO!)
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Cauta shakes her head, pulling the bolt from Mordy. "Not on you, no."
Britta Bardsbane pulls her blade free of the trog while mashing blades with the uninjured scout.
DM: (What are you doing first?!)
Eschaton: (If the remaining scouts are close enough together, attempting a hit on both of them with my six-foot magic sword)
DM: (Oh Richtor also from your side your kind toward the Mycoid front line, so there isn't many Trogs there. otherwise you would have cleaved.)
Britta Bardsbane: ((There's only one remaining, isn't there? The one Britta's fighting?))
Cauta: ((Gotta announce it dude. ))
Richtor Barstens: ((Alrighty))
DM: (Well the sword only gets one swing, and it doesn't have to be weilded by you)
Cauta: ((I recall the scouts being...six.))
DM: (No the scout party still got 5 of them)
Britta Bardsbane: ((I need to read, dammit! XD))
DM: (1 hurt by you, 4 untouched)
Britta Bardsbane: (( and 1 killed by Cauta))
Eschaton: (Well then pretend it's a normal katana then, I figured a god's weapon would be bigger x.x)
DM: (It's a flying glowing katana isn't that enough?!)
Cauta: ((Esch, it isn't the gods ACTUAL weapon. Touching an actual god's weapon would make you explode. ))
Eschaton: (Fair enough)
Eschaton: (So do I hit or not?)
DM: (What's your BA + Wis Mod?)
Eschaton: (19)
DM: (Yea you cut into one, which one the same one Britta cut?)
Eschaton: (Oh shit, that's a crit o.o)
DM: (No has to be a natural 19)
Eschaton: (Aww xD)
Eschaton: (Then yes)
DM: (Damage is D8+1)
Eschaton: (Was just about to ask whether I use the spell dice or the katana dice, since medium is d10)
Eschaton rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 1
DM: (You may detail said death of Trog, I will do this round early)
Eschaton: (Well then >_>)
DM: (He was about to croak, so you finished himoff however you feel)
Eschaton: (I'll cut its spirit xD)
DM: ROUND
Eschaton: (w)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Okay... for future reference, I've been doing something wrong with my maths. When I do a 'to strike' my mod for Bastard blade's d20 is 4. The 'to strike' for Orgrun's d20 is 5. DAMMIT, KATE!!!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((If I'm only using one blade, each goes up by 2 for 'to hit'. The bastard would go to 6, the Ogrun to 7...))
Cauta: ((I AIN'T YOUR NANNY.))
Cauta: ((Isn't that Esch's first kill?))
Eschaton takes a low stance, holding the katana by his side and bowing his head. He remains still for a moment before opening his eyes, revealing that they're now glowing. "One cut. One kill." Without warning, a glowing replica of the sword flashes into existence in front of the trog near Britta. With one quick movement, he draws the blade into a horizontal slash. The magic blade responds in unison to his movement, cutting through the trog's spirit. It doesn't damage the trog's physical body, but instead rends its soul, draining the remains of the trog's life.
Eschaton: (Second, if you count the zombie he blew up earlier)
Cauta shakes her head. "Show off."
Eschaton sheaths the katana and the mirror vanishes, but his eyes don't return to normal just yet. "Why Cauta, is that a hint of jealousy I hear?"
Britta Bardsbane blinks as the trog slumps away from her attack, but readies herself for whatever will come next.
Cauta: "No. Swing your magic sword, I'll do my work the challenging way."
Eschaton grins. "Elves of all kinds enjoy a good show, and I'm no exception. So sue me for having a taste for flair."
Eschaton: "Besides, it's less bloody this way."
Cauta: "Sure. Rend the things soul apart." She shakes her head. "And they say tieflings are sadistic..."
DM: As the battle rages on the scout squad seems to back up barking at the others as another pair of trogs start coming behind Britta this time with javelins. They ready there aim before tossing them out at Eschaton and Cauta.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Eschaton seems to have a small glint in his glowing eyes. "Oh, we can be sadistic. It's just not common since we're generally peaceful creatures. Generally."
DM: Both fly near by but miss poorly, they aren't the best weapons. As for Britta the other four turn and try to cut you down quickly, and jab at you!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
DM: (Britta AC?)
Britta Bardsbane: ((... daayum))
Britta Bardsbane: ((18. I want to rage my next turn, so it will then turn 19))
DM: (AC drops by -2 when you rage)
Britta Bardsbane: ((oh wait, no it won't heeh))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Sorry, read something else... BGAHGOH!))
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 1
Cauta frowns as the javelins impact the dirt. "Well, then."
DM: (Take 3 damage Britta as only one could hit you)
Britta Bardsbane pulls back as four trogs try to attack her, grunting as only one managed to hit her, drawing blood across the back of her hand.
DM: Richtor you see the two large mycoid try and smash there way at there general with no luck, you see farther pass him several of the trogs are letting loose the large lizards you seen before.
DM: Cauta turn.. Also you see Git just standing there tossing a potion up and down in the same hand.
Cauta readies a bolt, aiming at the four trogs pressing in on Britta. "Care to help, Snitchgit? Or you just going to watch?"
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((10.))
DM: Bolt whistles by with no luck.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
DM: Git takes a step forward when he lugs a rather large potion, it explodes on contact with one of the javelin tosser freezing his face solid.- "Yup.. I'm just making sure no one gets the jump on ya.. Now shut it and aim would ya?!"
DM: Richtor turn!
Richtor Barstens: "Time to up the ante I guess."
DM: Pretty much you have the big boys fighting in front, and pass them the smaller ones are rushing into the bottom left of the map.
Richtor Barstens runs through the battle and swings his HAMMAR at the largest Trog
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Richtor Barstens: ((9))
DM: Trying to get at the normal sized mycoid.
DM: (Largest the boss?)
Eschaton: (Someone tell me he knows how to use his HAMMAR properly. Kitt, did you ever tell him?)
Richtor Barstens: ((What? Getting to the Trog general))
DM: As you come around the side of one of the large mycoid you see a Trog much the size of a lizardman, about 6 ft tall, red skinned, half-platemail covered in spikes, and a helmet with some rather strong looking horns. In-hand he has a flaming handaxe, and the other a very jagged longsword.
Cauta: ((I wonder if that's wise...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Beware of the beard... they're flammable, I hear.))
Cauta: ((Nice knowing ya Rich.))
Richtor Barstens: ((I'm thinking...kill the general, the rest scatter...))
Richtor Barstens: ((Or at the very least, the large mycoids can then kill everything))
DM: You take a swipe at the boss and just dives back making you miss.. the mycoid troll also turns and trys to backhand you forcing you get some distance as you feel his stomp of a arm come crashing down toward you.
DM: stump*
Richtor Barstens: "OI! You damn dirty mushroom! I'm trying to help ya!"
DM: (Just saying they don't really know that right now )
DM: Britta turn!
Cauta: ((Mordy might be able to fix that...if Cauta was aware the mushrooms were fighting us too.))
Britta Bardsbane strikes at the nearest two trogs in the hopes of slicing their heads off.
DM: Sense motive Richtor!
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Britta Bardsbane: ((14 Bastard))
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 12
Richtor Barstens: ((13))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 10
Britta Bardsbane: ((14 damage))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Britta Bardsbane: ((Ogrun 12))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 7
Britta Bardsbane: ((11 damage))
DM: You quickly parry to the side before spinning taking one of there heads clear off, the second blade comes round and slashes the other. (another dead)
Britta Bardsbane: ((marks it off))
DM: Richtor you get the feeling they're protecting something.
DM: Eschaton turn!
Eschaton: (Still no magic nearby?)
DM: Also because Richtor is so deep in the fight, you can see several dead zombie trogs and humans at your feet in tiny pieces. Along with mushrooms.
DM: (Not where you are nope.)
Eschaton: (Moving down into the crowd then)
DM: You got one trog to your right, and the Britta are fighting to your left.
DM: (Which crowd?)
Eschaton: (Britta's)
DM: (and the three Britta are fighting to your left..)
Eschaton: (I'll pretend to be melee for a while)
DM: (Alright!)
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Eschaton: (HOT DAMN)
DM: (That would be crit, just tell me what your doing next time xD)
Eschaton: (Attack roll)
Eschaton: (Do I even need modifiers? xD)
DM: (no just damage you swinging at the one Britta hurt already?)
Eschaton: (Since I'm using the actual katana, can I use the d10, or still d8?)
DM: (( Tell DM who and what your swing at - > then roll))
DM: (D8 magical)
Eschaton rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 7
Richtor Barstens: ((brb))
Eschaton: (is it 15 or 16? Dunno which mod is applied first)
DM: (crit is x2.. so 14 + 1 = 15)
DM: Also WHO are you swinging at, a fresh Trog or the one Britta hurt?)
Eschaton: (I'll take a crack at one that Britta hasn't cut yet)
DM: The magic blade flashes once more removing another ones arm, and sending to meet his maker.
Eschaton: (w)
DM: (Next time tell me before hand, otherwise you would have proply swung at the hurt one.)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
Eschaton: (Will do xD)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM: >,< Shit.. Alright to save time.. All the trogs try to fight back stabbing at Eschaton and Britta but they are too scared at this moment.. One does take another throw at you Cauta but can't hit anything with you having the high ground.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Eschaton sinks into his low stance once again. "You're too kind, Sakuya." Conjuring the mirror blade once again, he dashes towards one of the trogs by Britta. With a flash, the steel lining up with the mirror to inflict extra damage, he cuts cleanly through one of the trogs before it can react, slashing body and mind at once before sheathing the sword again.
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 3
DM joined the chat
Richtor Barstens: ((back)
Britta Bardsbane: ((So... who got hit?))

DM: Richtor as you see the one of the large mushrooms turn to swat at you, the General takes that time to dive on him, bringing both blades to his side as the fire cuts right threw the large mushroom in two. Cause the big lug to come crashing down to the ground. You can see the generals nose flare with victory..
DM: What was turn order my net died and I lost it.. Cauta -> Richtor -> Britta - Eschaton right?
Richtor Barstens: "Oh, that's probably bad."
Eschaton: (One of the trogs near you is now dead, apparently)
Cauta: ((Yup.))
Eschaton: (So that's three kills for me xD)
DM: Cauta turn!
Eschaton: (I like this katana)
Eschaton: (I'll have to buy something permanent so I can do damage without magic)
Cauta loads another bolt, muttering to herself about something or other. She sights one of the javelin throwers, not wanting to get pegged by one lucky throw.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
DM: Git seems to duck down reading another potion but this time, actually breaking out his wooden box and making something on the spot.
Cauta: ((15.))
DM: (True hit)
Cauta rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 5
Cauta: ((Cauta doesn't do a lot regardless...))
DM: Your bolt manages to peg him, but it doesn't look like enough to keep him down.
DM: Richtor turn!
Cauta: ((All her damage comes from sneak attacks. >.>))
Richtor Barstens ATTACKS THE TROG LEADER AGAIN!
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Richtor Barstens: ((15))
DM: When you swing with all your might he throws up both blades to parry the warhammer. When you feel the impact kick in and the metal clash his footing doesn't seem to give, and he learns forward speaking to you in a unknown language. It sounds rather sharps and jagged from his voice though.
DM: Britta turn! Also ya you missed Richtor sorry..
Cauta: ((>_>))
DM: ((What with the face Cauta?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((How many scouts left around me and in what condition?))
Eschaton: (One fresh, one injured)
DM: (two and they seem to be backing up, and one over throwning things at Cauta)
Richtor Barstens: "Yeah...well...your mother is so ugly, even blind orcs don't want her! Yeah...that."
DM: (( Leans** Not learns damn it.. this is hard..))
Britta Bardsbane roars in Orcish, foreign words hammering at the two scouts backing up as she moves nearer to them. ((Intimidate roll.))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Britta Bardsbane: ((9, bah))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
DM: Nether care.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Nice waste of an attack, hehe. XD))
DM: They both look at each other and thinks it's time for a tactical retreat. But not because of your words..)
DM: Eschaton!@
Eschaton: (Awareness check)
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Eschaton: (fml, 10)
DM: Richtor you do notice that his Axe and armor look dwarfen made in design.
DM: (What are you trying to awarenessing?)
Eschaton: (Anything that might help, like why they're randomly deciding to leave)
DM: (Cause they are losing on the hill.)
Britta Bardsbane: ((I'll do a sense motive on that too.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((or not. XD))
Eschaton: (Fair enough)
Eschaton grins. "We have the advantage, we're on higher ground."
DM: (Last turn with the magic sword.. what you doing Eschaton?)
Eschaton: (If I decide to throw the sword at the boss, what do I do?)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Also, I didn't rage.))
DM: ( BA + Wis - 4 )
Eschaton: (Minus? Ouch, never mind)
DM: (actually it can just fly over there and swing at him.. no -4)
DM: (You would be throwing it, just sending it over there.. remember it's a floating sword)
Eschaton: (Ooh, alright then)
DM: (wouldn't)
Eschaton: (I kinda forgot since I was using it for melee xD)
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Eschaton: (18)
DM: (..hit)
Eschaton rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 1
Eschaton: (Bah, figures)
Eschaton: (2)
DM: Your flying blade manages to catch him off guard as it interrupted his clash with Richtor, barely scratching him.. but enough to draw some blood.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DM: (Cauta AC?)
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Cauta: ((16.))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 2
Britta Bardsbane: ((how you doing, quake?))
Richtor Barstens: ((No damage, one kill, no hit on the boss))
DM: Take three damage Cauta as he finally manages to scratch you back!
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 6
Eschaton holds the katana up with one hand, aiming the tip at the big trog's head. Releasing the katana, he lets the blade fly towards his target. It's not enough to deal any significant damage, hardly cutting through his skin, but it's purpose as a distraction works just as well. He bows graciously as the blade disappears in a burst of cherry blossoms. "Great Sakuya, I am ever thankful for your assistance."
DM: Britta as you see the two back up they take the time toss there spears at you before retreating back to the tunnel, take 6 damage!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Britta Bardsbane grunts as the spears catch her, one in the shoulder, the other in the leg, making her take a stumbling step back. She curses in Orc before yanking both spears out and tossing them aside to clatter on the ground.
Eschaton: (everyone, hp check if you please)
DM: Richtor you see the general rage roaring as he brings both blades down on you in a flurry, the sword unable to find a weak spot but the flaming axe manages to find a nice hit in your side. You can feel the heat kick up into your face as it hits.
Cauta hisses slightly at the javelin scratches roughly along her shoulder. "Oh, you're going to pay for that you pathetic lizard!"
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 5
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 2
Cauta: ((10/17))
DM: Take 9 points of damage Richtor.
Britta Bardsbane: ((33/42. I'm fine.))
Richtor Barstens: ((No roll to hit?))
Richtor Barstens: ((Oh, nvm))
Richtor Barstens: ((Thought those were for Britta and them))
Richtor Barstens: ((16/43))
DM: (no hers was the 18)
Eschaton: (Holy crap Richtor, I thought I healed you Dx)
Richtor Barstens: ((I haven't been full health since this adventure started ))
DM: (Cauta turn! Also you see two large lizard things coming to the side ready to counter charge Britta and Esch if they get ballsy)
DM: (ROUND TIME
Richtor Barstens grunts from the axe as it buries itself in his side, before being viciously pulled loose
Richtor Barstens: "Well fuck...you...too..."
DM: Mordy also hands you another bolt claiming it's- "..headswot him.."

Cauta takes the bolt, raising an eyebrow at Mordy. "Well, I wouldn't really want to disappoint..."
Cauta: ((hrm...what to peg...))
Cauta: ((I should likely provide some fire for Richtor.))
Cauta: ((But if that thing comes at me...))
Richtor Barstens: ((Also...why is it my AC is 18...but people can hit me with a 16?))
Britta Bardsbane glances over Richtor's way, taking in account that she's got the two lizard things heading her and Esch's way but also that Richtor is in a fight perhaps a little over his head on his own. "Rich! Need a hand?" ((They have mods too))
Richtor Barstens: ((Unless there's bonus's or something behind the scenes.))
Cauta: ((Bonuses.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((They have base attack and strength mods too))
Richtor Barstens: ((Bah!))
Richtor Barstens: ((And I doubt Rich can hear you Britta...you're kinda on the hill with the scouting party while he's surrounded by Trogs and Mycoids))
Britta Bardsbane: ((She yelled really loud, then.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Maybe you should do a listen check. XD))
Richtor Barstens: (( ))
Cauta: ((hrm...not sure who to shoot...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Shoot the bad guy!))
Cauta: ((THERE'S A LOT.))
Eschaton: (The big one)
Richtor Barstens: ((The usual way to take out A LOT of bad guys...is to start shooting one...))
Cauta: ((That's what I'm asking. You think I should aim for the minions or the big guy?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((The big guy!))
Richtor Barstens: ((Well, let me put it this way. Currently Rich is only fighting the big guy, but if the others were to suddenly come after him >.>))
Britta Bardsbane glances at Esch. "Whether or not Rich thinks he needs a hand, he looks dreadful... can you do your... healing thing?"
DM: (Also hope everyone isn't sad if tonight is all fight I swear I didn't have this planned)
DM: Cauta turn!
Britta Bardsbane: ((It's okay. ))
Eschaton shakes his head. "I have to prepare a Sacred Boost before I can use it. Cure Moderate would give him some extra time, and I can absorb some of his damage with another spell..."
DM: Git rears back setting something on the ground, then reaching out for acid flask tossing it back at the jav thrower.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Cauta loads her bolt, aiming into the mass of Trogs around Richtor and firing.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Cauta: ((...9.))
DM: IT splashes at the trogs feet with enough juice to cause him to fall and hit his head.. >,> - "Alright.. I think I got that one.."
DM: Sorry Cauta when you went to fire it seems Mordy was wanting to watch to close and bumped into you. Miss.
Britta Bardsbane grunts. "Either way, we need him outta there or he's going to end up dead... Git's got Cauta covered for now. You want to try getting in the middle of that mess?" she asks, motioning to Richtor and the battle surrounding him.
DM: Richtor turn!
Richtor Barstens is obviously going for boss man again!
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 17
Eschaton grins. "If you can clear a path, I can get close enough to heal him
Richtor Barstens: ((22))
Eschaton: "
DM: Richtor you also notice the mycoid seem to be closing around you. To the left you can see the Trogs thinning out as more ants and bugs seems to start eating away at them.
DM: Hit!
Britta Bardsbane grins. "All right then, prepare your... Sacredness thing and let's get over there." ((How much between Britta and Esch and Richtor's location?))
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 4
Richtor Barstens: ((9))
DM: (it's pretty far, atleast a full run to just get there. Esch should beable to get into range of 'charging Richtor with his feat though)
Eschaton: (If he's within 60 feet, I could charge him from here, I'd just have to get closer before I can heal him)
Britta Bardsbane breaks off into a run towards Richtor's location, her blades ready to get to work if any trogs stand in her way...
DM: This time Richtor you hammer strikes home right into his chest, and you hear the sound of a large boom as the general goes flying back tumbling across the ground before slamming into the wall. He is quickly covered by trogs trying to protect him, and you feel your hammer start to hum
Richtor Barstens: "Oh, that's right! YOU WANNA GO NOW?!"
Eschaton: (Kitt, can I tell him? Pleeeeeeease?"
Eschaton: )
DM: Britta you see one of the large lizard get let loose after you it meets you halfway and trys to chomp at your leg.
Richtor Barstens
((On another note...I shouldn't be listening to this when I'm trying to play as Richtor: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5JtKj3rUFE&fea... ))
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5JtKj3rUFE&feature=relmfu
DM: (Shut it now)
Richtor Barstens: ((Tell me what?))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 6
Eschaton: (xD)
Richtor Barstens: ((What is it with the hammar?))
Eschaton: (Nothing, never mind.)
Richtor Barstens: ((OH THE MAGIC THING!))
Richtor Barstens: ((>.> You know the magic))
DM: Britta you manage to jump over it, and make it to Richtor side.
DM: (He being a munchkin, just means he gets no spoilers next time)
Richtor Barstens: "You know...last time you were here, you nearly got ate by acid."
DM: Eschaton turn!
Britta Bardsbane grins. "But wasn't it fun? You got to carry me away like a little baby as I recall... Esch is on his way to give you some healing."
Richtor Barstens simply grunts as he prepares for the wave
Eschaton follows closely behind Britta until she jumps over the lizard. "Pssh, screw that..." Crouching down, he dashes by the trog, the healing spell ready to be released. (Cure Moderate roll)
Eschaton rolled a die with 16 sides. The die showed: 8
DM: Britta you notice behind Richtor there is another large troll sized Mycoid but this one looks different. It looks like it has a skeleton growing out of it, with ribs sticking out, and random other bones. It's also carrying a big stick!
Eschaton: (+12hp)
Richtor Barstens: ((28/43))
Richtor Barstens: "Thanks Elf)
Richtor Barstens: *"
DM: I'm still going to get a attack vrs ya Eschaton!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Eschaton holds out his hand and releases a small ball of light as he runs. It flies towards Richtor, imbuing him with the magic and closing some of his wounds.
DM: But it's too busy trying to bite Britta, and does nothing.
Eschaton: (Clever save xD)
Britta Bardsbane glances over the wave before them, counting how many there are.
Eschaton: (I can't wait to get Mass Cure Light, I'm going to spam that with Sacred Boost so much xD)
Eschaton: (And it's at the same time I get my next feat, so it all works out)
DM joined the chat
DM: Now that my net is done doing nothing.. where was I?
Britta Bardsbane
DM: I'm still going to get a attack vrs ya Eschaton!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Eschaton holds out his hand and releases a small ball of light as he runs. It flies towards Richtor, imbuing him with the magic and closing some of his wounds.
DM: But it's too busy trying to bite Britta, and does nothing.
Eschaton: (Clever save xD)
Britta Bardsbane glances over the wave before them, counting how many there are.
Eschaton: (I can't wait to get Mass Cure Light, I'm going to spam that with Sacred Boost so much xD)
Eschaton: (And it's at the same time I get my next feat, so it all works out)
DM: Cauta you see your side is starting to pull back into the tunnel, as for everyone else there is still 10 trogs in front of you, and 2 large lizards. Also 4 of the trogs are standing around there fallen general with there spears ready to stab anyone. Then you see eyes in one of the Trogs guard him as his wicked sword comes out of his chest, and another having his head cut off as the general gets up raging in a bloodlust. He kicks the dead body off his sword and comes barreling at Richtor wanting payback!
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Cauta: ((>.>))
Richtor Barstens: ((Alrighty then...))
DM: This time the generals helmet is off after being throw about like a rag doll, but you can visibly see his horns are real. Splinting the flesh at his skull, as he come bring another flurry of hacks down on you Richtor. The axe hitting harder then last time.
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 2
DM rolled a die. The die showed: 6
DM: Take 10 Richtor.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Tiefling trog!?))
Richtor Barstens: ((So much for healing...))
DM: (What is up with this sudden dislike of my attacks?
Richtor Barstens: ((18/43))
Richtor Barstens: ((huh?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I never noticed this sudden dislike, whatever it is...))
DM: (( Just all the >,> from GC ))
DM: xD
Richtor Barstens: ((If he doesn't do that, that's when you worry))
Richtor Barstens: ((Literally, his eyes are like caffinated hamsters on a wheel, they never stay straight))
DM: You start to see most the trogs fully pulling back after the general murder two of them in rage, but there still is a small squad of 4 trying to hold the left side.
DM: Cauta turn!
Richtor Barstens: "Motherfu...You sunnovabitch! I just got those wounds closed!"
Cauta tilts her head in confusion, eyeing the Trog general's horns for a moment before readying her crossbow and sighting the giant lizard.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 3
Cauta: ((*shrugs* Mordy is fucking her shots. ))
DM: ("I'm looking at the books.. what.. Gill's a teifling?!)
DM: Richtor turn!
Richtor Barstens: "Motherfuckin hammer to the face!"
Richtor Barstens rolldie 20
Richtor Barstens: ((oops))
DM: (Now I can't help but see Mordy riding on Cauta shoulders as she is aiming)
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Richtor Barstens: ((24))
Richtor Barstens: ((so close)
DM: (hit)
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6
Richtor Barstens: ((10))
Richtor Barstens: ((Lol, we're matching damage))
Richtor Barstens: ((Wait...))
Richtor Barstens: ((11, forgot the +1 magic))
DM: YOu manage to batter him away but this time it doesn't seem to phase him as much, his breath is terrible also.
DM: Britta turn
Britta Bardsbane slips to the general's side before attempting to stick both swords in his chest.
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta Bardsbane: ((22 Bastard))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6
Britta Bardsbane: ((10))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
DM: (No need for name calling..)
Britta Bardsbane: ((16 Ogrun... PFFT!))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 5
Britta Bardsbane: ((9))
Britta Bardsbane: ((I... uhm... bastard sword... it's just easier to say bastard... XD))
DM: He parries your Ogrun blade but can't get around the other as it skits off his chest.
DM: Eschaton.
Eschaton: (How many things can I cast Shield Other on at once?)
DM: Cauta Git giving you a potion that smells fruity- "Hey.. drink this.. I don't need no lucky shot kill ya, I wouldn't hear the end of it..."
DM: One other thing..
Britta Bardsbane attempts speaking to the general in Orcish. She simply asks him if he speaks the language.
Eschaton: (Alright then)
Cauta glances at the potion, before taking it and downing it quickly.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Noooo! CAUTA!!!))
Eschaton crosses his arms over his chest, then holds them out to his sides as a rush of magic flows through him, creating a shimmering image of himself in front of Richtor. "Together we fight, your pain becomes mine..."
DM: Britta he response back but in common and with a deep jagged voice.- "I will take your heart! I will take your soul! I will own everything, everything that is mine! This cave, this world, all of it! All of it IS MINE!"
DM rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barstens gives the double a curious look
DM: Gain 12 hp Cauta!
Richtor Barstens: "Alrighty then."
Cauta: ((FULL HEALTH.))
DM: Ac of Eschaton, Richtor and Britta?
Eschaton takes a step backwards, startled by the threat.
Britta Bardsbane: "You own nothing of us," Britta hisses back. "But while we're doing this, you might as well give me your title?"
Britta Bardsbane: ((18 AC))
Eschaton: (Esch has 13, Richtor gains +1 to AC from Shield Other)
DM: Eschaton he is swinging his sword at you, and axe back at Britta.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 10
DM: Eschaton take 14 as he stabs you.
Richtor Barstens: ((18))
DM: He missed Britta..)
Eschaton: (o_______O)
Eschaton: (Dafuq?)
Richtor Barstens: ((Ouch))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Oooh, crap...))
DM: (I rolled a 10 out of 10)
Cauta: ((BWAHAHAHA))
Cauta: ((I MEAN.))
Cauta: ((Sorry to hear.))
Eschaton: (You really hate me, don't you x.x)
Britta Bardsbane positions herself before the general. "Richtor... get him back to Git! I'll hold this fellow off..."
DM: (Cauta turn!)
DM: (no my dice roller hates you)
Eschaton staggers from the impact of the sword, blood flowing freely from the wound. "Ne... Nessa..."
Cauta tosses the flask back to Git. "Thanks for the assist." She readies her crossbow quickly, already aiming for the General once more.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Cauta: ((15...urgh...))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 5
DM: Ya can't seem to get a clear shot.. miss
DM: Actually are you adding in the +2 for aiming?
DM: (Richtor turn!)
Eschaton: (I still think you're trying to kill me. That was more than half my hp in one fcking shot.)
DM: (A bastard sword hurts when you roll max damage..)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Two successful swipes from Britta with full damage would take Cauta down no problem. Bastard swords are nasssty...))
Richtor Barstens: ((Can I even carry him back to Git in one turn?))
DM: (No but you can get him there in two!)
Britta Bardsbane: ((And get him away from the general))
Richtor Barstens: ((So for two turns...Britta is taking on a raging general...that is taking me out...))
DM: I'll get a free attack if he leaves my threaten area though)
Richtor Barstens: ((Either way, if I abandon one, the other is almost garunteed dead...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Britta knows what she's doing.))
Richtor Barstens: ((So does Richtor, and he's taken a shit load of damage already...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Britta is relatively undamaged compared to Richtor))
DM: well while you two fight about it I got to do a round
Britta Bardsbane: ((She would have picked up Esch and taken him back on her own if their positions were reversed, health wise.))
Eschaton: (Wait a second)
Eschaton: (Britta, if you don't mind playing brick wall for a second, I can put Sanctuary on you and we can run like hell)
Richtor Barstens: ((Is there a reason Eschaton can't drag himself back?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((You are unconscious, Esch.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((You're at negative health.))
Eschaton: (I've still got 12 left o.o)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Wait, what!?))
Eschaton: (26-14=12)
Britta Bardsbane: ((... I confused myself, ahaha. Never mind me... Esch! Run by yourself! XD))
Cauta: ((I'm the one who'd be nearly dead.))
Eschaton: (So like I was saying, Sanctuary
Eschaton: )
Britta Bardsbane seems surprised Esch is still standing, so shakes her head at Richtor in a 'never mind' sort of way.
Richtor Barstens: "Yeah, he can crawl."
Eschaton: (You wouldn't be able to attack, but anything that tried to attack you would have to take a saving throw. If you win it, you take no damage. Normal damage if they win.)
Eschaton: (Well, you could still attack, but you'd lose Sanctuary when you do)
Richtor Barstens swings at the general ONCE MORE!
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Richtor Barstens: ((25))
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barstens: ((13))
Cauta: ((I'd wager that hit.))
Eschaton: (False dc because I closed my laptop xD)
Britta Bardsbane: ((heh, ok))
Eschaton: (Well if one or both of you wants Sanctuary, let me know before I crawl out of range since it's a touch spell)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Don't worry about Britta. She needs to do some attacking. ))
Richtor Barstens: ((If I can't attack, it's not really that much use to me...This guy with his blood rage thing on would most likely be able to get through it pretty easily))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... dragon? Oh crap...))
Eschaton: (I can't cast it on an enemy though, unless I was trying to help them take less damage. Sanctuary is dispelled as soon as an attack is attempted.)
DM: Yup Richtor slams into him again this time his hit making the general stagger, and cough blood.
DM: Britta turn!
Britta Bardsbane handles the swords backwards, bringing them both down like two oversized daggers into the general's chest...
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 16
Britta Bardsbane: ((20 bastard sword))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 3
Britta Bardsbane: ((7))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Britta Bardsbane: ((meh, miss))
DM: The general quickly recovers himself parrying the bastard sword, yet feeling the other blade hit his leg.
DM: Eschaton turn!
Britta Bardsbane: ((Other way around, but either way.))
Britta Bardsbane mutters to the general again, this time in Orcish. She asks him his name.
DM: (So close... come on Eschaton!)
Eschaton: (Dafuq you want me to do, summon something to kill it?)
DM: Just take your turn!
Cauta: ((Not bleed everywhere sounds like a good starting point...))
Eschaton: (Fair enough)
Eschaton: (Rolling Cure Moderate)
DM: (wait)
Eschaton: (Scratch that, cure light)
Eschaton: (?)
DM: Now that he has moved into melee with you, he'll get a free swing if you try and cast in-combat
Cauta: ((>_>))
Cauta: ((And that could prove...immensely fatal.))
Eschaton: (YOU DO WANT ME DEAD D:< )
DM: (You can take a free 5ft step once per combat and move away, then cast it.)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Run away!))
DM: (If he 'runs' I'll get a attack also)
DM: (The 5ft step is you taking the time to guard youself as you step back.)
Eschaton: (Fine, I'll step those five feet backwards)
Cauta: ((No attack of opportunity.))
Eschaton: (Rolling cure light)
DM: (So just move back and cast your healing spell. I just want everyone to learn more about the combat)
Eschaton rolled a die with 8 sides. The die showed: 2
Eschaton: (+6 is better than nothing, I guess)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Ta!))
DM: The General is going to take one last swing at Richtor with the sword, and axe at Britta.
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Eschaton takes a few steps back, pouring soft light into the wound in his side, the bleeding stopping but the wound still exposed.
DM: Yea, at this point he sputtering blood and swing wildly.
DM: swinging**
Britta Bardsbane asks him his name again, still in Orcish. She seems curious for some reason.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Quake, y'there still?))
DM: About this time is when you see the mycoid have finally won the whole left side and surrounded him. The last large mycoid take a chance to smash him.
Richtor Barstens: ((Yeah))
DM rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
DM rolled a die with 12 sides. The die showed: 1
DM: But still only manages to barely hit.
DM: Cauta turn >,>
Cauta readies her crossbow again, sighting the wounded general.
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Cauta: ((12...nadda...))
DM: (aiming bonus)
Cauta: ((14 then.))
DM: Still miss..
DM: Richtor end this!
Richtor Barstens IS ENDING THIS!
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Cauta: ((Man...I've only got ten bolts left...
Richtor Barstens: ((16))
DM: His rage is over so he still has the -2 to AC you hit.)
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 10 sides. The die showed: 6
Richtor Barstens: ((11))
DM: Richtor rears the hammer up bringing it down with all his force catching the general in the back, and smashing him to the ground. After a small pause you can see smoke start to rise from his body and flesh burn't flesh.
DM: The Mycoid all step back unable to talk truly.. (give ya'll a second.)
Richtor Barstens: "Hammer be burning the body?"
DM: (Smell burn't flesh)
Britta Bardsbane stands still for a wee while, her swords gripped backwards in her hands still. She looks down at the body that Ricthor smote, then glances up at Richtor. "What do you think he was?"
Richtor Barstens: "Oh, by the way...dibs on the flaming axe!"
Richtor Barstens: "Well, if I had to guess...dead would be it."
DM: Cauta?
Britta Bardsbane grins and rolls the body over so Richtor can reach the axe. She sheathes her blades and picks up the bastard sword from the general's dead fingers. She hefts it in her hand.
DM: Richtor you still see a large circle of mycoid standing around you and Britta.
Cauta sighs in relief, falling back on her haunches. "Well...that was surprisingly painless...for me anyway." She spares a small glance at Git before looking at Mordy. "Any chance you can tell them we're not hostile?"
Richtor Barstens: "Oh...right...uhhh..."
DM: (Not that easy yet Britta)
Richtor Barstens grips his warhammer, but it's still down...ready to be brought up at a moment's notice
Britta Bardsbane: ((okay... moved the body only?))
DM: When you do reach to roll the body over it burns your hands, his spiked half-plate is burning hot.
Britta Bardsbane pulls her hands back and mumbles a curse, figuring she'll have to wait until the body cools down.
Eschaton takes off his pendant and presses it against Richtor's arm. "Sacred Moderate." (+24hp to Richtor)
DM: Git will wait on Cauta, but Mordy will do just that heading down to the circle. Out of the crowd you finally get a clear view of the mycoid Elder.
Britta Bardsbane glances up and pauses, seeing the mycoids standing about them in a circle. She goes quiet for a moment, then looks at Richtor. "Ah... uhm."
Richtor Barstens: ((40/43))
Richtor Barstens looks down at his wounds
Cauta watches the others cautiously, hands still on her crossbow as she spots the Elder. "This could go bad..."
Richtor Barstens: "Much appreciated elf, knew there was a reason you were around."
DM: Another large mycoid steps out of the crowd cover in patched work clothing made from other plants it looks like. Also there seems to be several masses of bones and rib cages growing out of him, in one hand he has a large long mushroom as a staff.
Cauta: ((Cauta. Safely tucked away on her hill so she can book it the fuck out if this goes bad. XD))
Eschaton cringes at the sight of the elder.
Richtor Barstens whispers to Esch "How do we say 'you're welcome' in plant?"
DM: Just like other mycoid this one has no mouth to speak of, but he leans down close to all of you and you start to see where one shoudl be start to tear and snap as he forms it. Then exhales a cloud of spores.
Richtor Barstens coughs and waves a hand in front of his face
Richtor Barstens: "Well that wasn't...disgusting at all."
Britta Bardsbane coughs and gags for a moment, turning her head to have a bit of a coughing fit.
Eschaton shrugs. "I know Elven, Common and Celestial." Noticing the elder releasing his spores, he snaps. "That's right, Mordy spoke to us using spores." He remains calm, breathing normally and letting the spores settle over him.
DM: Mycoid don't have names, but you all hear the same slow voice in your head as a simple- "Thank you.. surface dwellers.." -and then there is a awkward moment of silents
Richtor Barstens looks up at the elder
Richtor Barstens: "uhhh...you're welcome?"
Richtor Barstens looks to Eschaton
DM: (Why do I feel awkward roleplaying this out xD)
Richtor Barstens: "I can speak plant now, no worries"
Richtor Barstens: ((Cause you breathed spores...into our face...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Because it is the awkward aftermath! "Uhm... ta."))
Richtor Barstens: ((Don't get much more awkward than that.))
Eschaton bows before the mycoid elder. "Great Elder, it is an honor to meet you. We are glad that we could assist in that battle. Might I ask why they were attacking you in the first place?"
Britta Bardsbane recovers from her coughing and just takes a moment to breathe, a slight grin on her face after hearing the voice in her head. She rubs at her forehead.
Eschaton: (lolcharisma)
Richtor Barstens: "Right...what he said...I think?"
Cauta debates with herself on whether or not she should go down to the others or stay up where it's at least mildly safe.
DM: "Your help was indeed timely, and very fitting.. I'm glad to see not all surface dwellers have no.." -he pauses at the word- "Heart? Recently the cold fleshed ones attacked us three weeks ago.. We have long since fought them, but never to full blown war."
DM: (Diplomacy checks for everyone!)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Cauta: ((Even me?))
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 11
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 18
Britta Bardsbane: ((19))
Richtor Barstens: ((no bonus))
Eschaton: (23)
DM: The rest of the mycoid are starting to gather the bodies, and even spread out there own dead.
DM: (Well damn you guys are solid..)
Richtor Barstens: "You fight zombies? We fight zombies...everyone fights zombies...I think they are the universal enemy of everyone"
Britta Bardsbane takes a step closer to the general's body as if a little possessive of it. She really wants to take a look at that sword...
Britta Bardsbane: "He means the torgs... It, means, uh... he? It?" Britta looks a little awkward.
Britta Bardsbane: *trogs
Richtor Barstens: "OI, can we loot...uhhhh..."
DM: The Elder takes your words slowly- "Zombies.. such a strange term.. That would be our 'zombies' if that is what you call them. As for this Cold one, his heart was of fire and greed.."
Richtor Barstens: "I mean...secure...the things...off of the dead guy...there?"
Richtor Barstens: "Oh wait...you said cold flesh, I assumed zombies."
Richtor Barstens: "He's...well...he's..."
Richtor Barstens Richtor stops in thought for a moment
Richtor Barstens: "OH! He's a horny toad!"
Cauta frowns. "I HEARD THAT."
Britta Bardsbane looks at the Elder for a while, then pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear. "What? A tiefling?" She glances at Richtor.
Richtor Barstens: "THAT WAS THE POINT!"
Richtor Barstens: "He's got horns, he's not a trog..."
Richtor Barstens: "His skin is fairly ash-like"
Richtor Barstens: "See if he has a tail."
Britta Bardsbane: "I was wondering that myself... but..." Britta crouches down, briefly touching her hands to the armor to see if it'll burn.
DM: "You have earned your rot.. take it." -the Eldar walks back slowly swaying- "I believe a toad no... a outsider, yes.. Many claim to reopen these doors, and I believe he was the one named Teret'gol. We have met him before."
DM: (Oh did you roll the body over?)
Eschaton shakes his head. "I am sorry to think that others down here would have caused you and your people such distress. We have had encounters with the cold ones as well, and the undead remains of surface dwellers who were here before us. We were simply looking for a way out when we happened upon the battle. We recently discovered a Mycoid that was being held captive by the cold ones, and seeing that he meant us no harm, we assumed the same of your people and thought to intervene in the battle."
Britta Bardsbane rolls the body over now that hte armor has cooled somewhat.
Cauta: ((Man it's weird for Cauta to not know what's going on.))
Eschaton: (We're just talking to the elder. xD)
Cauta: ((She has no idea. ))
Cauta: ((Well, she can assume.))
Richtor Barstens: "FREE STUFF!"
DM: (Cauta missing plot points!)
DM: The General Teret'gol body is a chard black husk of what it was now. (search checks!)
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 20
Eschaton: (OHOHOHOHO)
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 19
Cauta groans to herself, standing up and starting down the hill. "I'm going to assume by now they're not trying to kill us..."
Britta Bardsbane: ((19))
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 15
Cauta: ((23.))
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Eschaton raises a hand to flag Cauta, hoping Mordy's still nearby.
Richtor Barstens: (()
Britta Bardsbane glances up as Cauta approaches. "Was this... one of your kind?" she asks, almost timidly.
DM: (He doesn't look teifling he looks like a over grown Trog with horns)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Britta has no clue.))
Cauta frowns. "Because he has horns? Bulls have horns. They aren't tieflings." She looks at the corpse. "He's not."
DM: +1 Flaming Hand Axe D6 Damage 20/x3 crit +D6 Fire damage
Cauta: ((Cauta. Not impressed with being compared to a lizard.))
DM: +1 Bastard sword of Bane (Plant)
Richtor Barstens: ((Cauta is never impressed))
Cauta: ((Shame that's a hand axe...))
DM: Buckler of Deflection 200 gp
DM: two platium rings each worth 50 gold
DM: 2x Cure Light Wounds 50 gp Bull Strenght 150gp
DM: A Moonstone, Moss Agate, and 4 Malachite each worth 10 gp
Britta Bardsbane shrugs. "Sorry... I don't know how this tiefling thing works... I know you are half... demon? Or something? But either way, I don't know enough to judge whether or not this thing was your kind." She picks up the bastard sword, looking up it's length.
Richtor Barstens looks around
Cauta shakes her head. "I'm not getting into how wrong that is right now."
Richtor Barstens grabs the bull strength thingy
Richtor Barstens: "Naw, haven't you been able to figure this out yet?"
Cauta: "...he certainly was carrying a lot, wasn't he?"
Richtor Barstens points to Cauta
Britta Bardsbane frowns, looking at the man's hand that she took the sword from. She gently starts easing one of the rings off his finger.
DM: (Techincally they are not label and everything is magic and unknown ect but idc)
Richtor Barstens: "She's half horns, half lady, full on bitch!"
Richtor Barstens smiles at Cauta
Cauta rolls her eyes. "I'm amazed you're ever employed, dwarf. I'm more tempted to hire a small army to drown you in shit."
Eschaton looks over at the hoard when he catches hints of magic and a familiar gleam of gems. "Ah, moonstone and agate... I'll take those, if you please."
Britta Bardsbane takes the platinum ring and places it on her middle finger before standing and giving the bastard sword a few good swings.
DM: Spiked Mithril Half-Plate
Richtor Barstens: "Well with the quality you're talking about, that's the kind of soldiers you would get...shit."
Richtor Barstens: "Ooooh, spike plate!"
Richtor Barstens: ((Stats on spike plate?))
DM: Eschaton you notice a a silver necklace with a dark red ruby buried in his chest. To get it out your going to have to cut it out. It's burned down to the bone
Eschaton: (My gods, so much magic treasure, you're going to spoil me rotten)
Britta Bardsbane seems pleased with the bastard blade and takes the sheath from the creature's belt, checking to see whether she can use it's burned remains to carry the bastard blade.
Cauta sighs. "And you're so worth so much more..." She looks at the rapidly diminishing loot pile, creasing her brow. "Getting left with nothing again. I'm questioning why I bother even helping."
DM: (Spike plate does D4 damage to anyone grappling you, or attacking you with a natural weapon also it's +7 AC -4 to armor check pent)
Britta Bardsbane crouches down next to the body and picks up the buckler. She tosses it towards Cauta. "Seen someone use this with a rapier. Awful fancy."
Richtor Barstens: "Well you're welcome to the flaming axe, the light cures, or even the buckler of deflection..."
Britta Bardsbane: ((Stats for bastard sword?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Any different?))
DM: Also you find a bag of coins with about 400 gold.
Richtor Barstens: "Oh right...you don't actually like to engage in hand to hand fighting...right."
DM: (It's +1 meaning it has +1 hit and damage)
DM: (You don't know there magic thingys but the weapons >,<
DM: Eschaton you notice a a silver necklace with a dark red ruby buried in his chest. To get it out your going to have to cut it out. It's burned down to the bone.
Eschaton notices something strange as he's placing the moonstone and agate in his pack, a strange gem in the monsters chest. "...so strange, but so beautiful..." Reaching into his boot, he pulls out his dagger and climbs up over the trog's chest, carefully scraping around the gem with the dagger until he can pry it free. He holds it up, examining it from all angles. "What would a trog be doing with something like this?"
Cauta catches the buckler, looking at the shield with a slightly raised eyebrow. "A buckler...I don't know if I even know how to use this stupid thing..."
Eschaton: around the necklace*
Richtor Barstens: "You put it in front of you, and you don't die. Simple."
Eschaton: (Magic?)
Britta Bardsbane pries the remaining ring off the creature's finger and holds it up before sliding it on her middle finger along with the other.
DM: Eschaton, you feel the lace start to burn into yoru flesh rather rapidly.
Richtor Barstens: ((Sorry about the magic thingies))
DM: (Your wearing both rings Britta? xD)
Richtor Barstens: ((Stats on the spiky armour?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Britta's greedy))
DM: (Spike plate does D4 damage to anyone grappling you, or attacking you with a natural weapon also it's +7 AC -4 to armor check pent)
Britta Bardsbane: ((She got her perfume taken off her, so... she needs her pretty girly items!))
Richtor Barstens: ((Short version...is it better than steel full plate?))
Eschaton: (If you give Esch one, you'll have the Shield Other effect for as long as you're somewhat close to him)
DM: (You lose one armor but gain spikes, and take less - to swiming and jumping ect.)
Britta Bardsbane: ((it's just a ring, isn't it?))
Richtor Barstens grabs the armour
Cauta stoops low, snatching up the bag of coins and giving it a tenative shake. "Meaty..."
Richtor Barstens: "I could use this..."
DM: (........did I tell you that Eschaton? If not congratz for reading your spells)
Eschaton: (Focus: A pair of platinum rings (worth at least 50 gp each) worn by both you and the warded creature. )
Britta Bardsbane: ((Britta's loot thus far: 2 platinum rings, bastard sword of bane))
Richtor Barstens looks for a spot to change armours, finds one, and as quickly as possible switches armour sets
DM: Elder just goes takes a seat in his stump chair. What's everyone doing?
Eschaton tilts his head to one side, a chill running up his spine as he looks at the necklace. With a yelp, he drops the necklace, realizing that it was burning his hands. "Such dark power..."
Cauta looks to the remaining loot, listing off names and rough values under her breath. She takes a moment to pick up the axe, examining it tenatively before returning to rummaging through the pile, mouth moving as she mutters.
Richtor Barstens: ((CHANGING DAMN IT!))
Cauta: ((Trying to get something halfway decent out of this pile. >.>))
DM: (Mushroom men watch you change)
Britta Bardsbane glances as Richtor hurries off to get changed, grins, then picks through the pile with Cauta... ((... and I am laughing now. XD))
DM: The buckler will up your ac by one and give you a cool feat Deflect Arrow as long as you wear it)
Eschaton: (Pocketing the necklace in a minute, then might ask Britta for one of the rings. I could use the scrolls too, but I don't wanna be super greedy even though 90% of this stuff is magic.)
Cauta pushes a potion into Britta's hand, giving her a look. "The rate you get hit, you'll need this more than I." She looks over her shoulder in the direction she last saw Richtor. "Richtor, take the other potion whenever you're done."
DM: (There was no scrolls yet.. I'm still rolling for them..)
Eschaton: (DM: 2x Cure Light Wounds 50 gp Bull Strenght 150gp)
DM: (And a single scroll of Jump.. hmm oh well)
DM: (Oh sorry ya those are scrolls too.)
Cauta: "Snitchgit! Anything you can do with Malachite?"
Britta Bardsbane glances at the axe. "Even if you don't use that, you could get a nice sum of money for it, Cauta..." She puts the potion in her backpack, then pauses, her hand having encountered something strange within the pack. She frowns and pulls out... a horn spoon. "What the-...?"
Eschaton: (Unless you mean there's enough magic in the air for me to cast them for free xD)
DM: Git is off collecting purple mushrooms for Gunther!
Britta Bardsbane: ((Richtor grabbed Bull Strength))
DM: Ahh now i'm screwed up.. Hold up!
Richtor Barstens: ((Hold up...damn...))
Eschaton: (I think we're all getting a bit lost xD)
DM: Bull Strength and Cure Light are potions.. THe Jump is a scroll
Richtor Barstens: ((I realized I didn't even add my damn dex mod to m AC...))
Eschaton: (Ohhh, okay)
Richtor Barstens: ((AC is...19 now...))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Whoa, all this time?))
Richtor Barstens: ((Actually no...It should have been 20...))
DM: (Cauta or Eschaton want to talk to the Elder?)
Eschaton: (So I've got the moonstone, agate, and dark necklace; Britta has the rings, and the bane sword; Richtor has the armor and potions; Cauta has the buckler)
Britta Bardsbane: ((0.0))
Richtor Barstens: ((With the steel plate...cause my thing telling me my AC math was 10 + dex mod + armour bonus))
Richtor Barstens: ((And my armour bonus was 8...but I had it only as 18))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Blimey!))
Richtor Barstens: ((and my dex is currently +2))
Richtor Barstens: ((SO NOW!))
Richtor Barstens: ((I'm AC 19...))
Cauta frowns. "Bloody Goblin..." She stuffs the malachite away into her pack for later, sparing a glance at the axe once more. "It might be, yes...I don't know." She picks it up again, tucking it handle first into her pack. "Eschaton, scroll here." She lobs it over her shoulder without a second thought.
DM: (Just to let you know.. Armor also have a Max Dex Bonus meaning you can only get so much dex when wearing it. The Half-plate is +2 so ya your math is right)
Cauta: ((So, is a buckler something you hold, or is that the kind of shield that's fasten to the arm?))
Britta Bardsbane looks at Cauta a moment, then drops her voice so only Cauta can hear. "What I said back in the tunnel, I meant it. I am reckless and I don't know how to function with others... it's been four years since I had a travel companion that wasn't trying to sneak their hands into my pockets all the time. Having someone tell me what to do is... new. So I'm sorry for treating you the way I have."
DM: (A buckler is a wrist shield)
Richtor Barstens: ((It's a small shield))
Cauta: ((It's the one she doesn't have to hold then. Perfect.))
DM: (Goodies for everyone.. just at different times.)
Richtor Barstens: ((When I say small...it's about half the size of a regular shield))
Richtor Barstens: ((Stats on bull strength potion?))
Cauta: ((Aye, I knew that roughly. Couldn't remember if it was tied or not.))
DM: (Bull Strength potion is a spell you drink it.. give ya +4 Str for a few mins)
Richtor Barstens: K
Eschaton sets his pack on the ground, using a corner of his robe to pick up the necklace and drop it into his pack with the other gems before it can burn him again, then puts his pack back on, catching the scroll almost without effort by sensing the approach of it's magic. He then bows before the elder again. "Great Elder, I humbly ask your assistance. We came down here to perform a task, but now we are trapped. How can we return to the surface?"
Cauta looks at Britta for a moment, before down to the shield in her hands. "Don't worry about it." She straightens, a light smile on her face. "It's not something entirely foreign to me. Keep it in mind from here till we part, and I'm sure it'll all be fine."
Cauta moves over towards Eschaton's side and the Elder, unable to hear the Mynocid, but wanting to at least be present.
DM: Elder nods- "Out threw the vault and too the left should be a opening far at the roof... Also, please take this as a token.." -Eschaton you notice one of the druid mycoid approach you as you start to hear another voice in your head- "Please take this.." -he hands you a wavy staff with two handles. It is indeed magical.
Britta Bardsbane hesitates, then clips the new bastard sword to her belt along with the other two. She sighs, feeling foolish for apologizing again and feeling she wasn't taken seriously. Still, she decides it's time to let her problem with Cauta go. She goes looking for Richtor.
Britta Bardsbane wanders about until she finds him. "Hey, Rich, you done or do you need some help...?"
DM: Elder- "We will wait till Teret'gol comes back for his body.. till then. May your days be long.. and hardship few.."
Richtor Barstens wanders out, dressed full in spiky armour
Richtor Barstens: "HUG TIME!"
Cauta leans sideways towards Eschaton. "I can't hear him, what's he saying..?"
DM: (Cauta you can hear him now that your close, also I have to do a round. I hope you guys can wait for me)
Britta Bardsbane looks at Richtor for a moment, smirks, then takes a step back. "Uhhh... seriously, any other time I'd be up for one, but right now..." She grins and takes a step closer, fingering the spikes on the armor. "Damn... those would do some damage."
Eschaton nods and takes the staff graciously, his eyes lighting up as he feels the magic contained in it. "Ah, thank you very much, Great Elder, I'm sure it will help us on our journey. I will sing the praises of the great Mycoids who aided us in our time of need. May the gods ever be in your favor." He bows gratefully once more before returning to the group, twirling the staff lightly to test its weight. "If we head through the vault and then go left, there should be a way for us to return to the surface."
Richtor Barstens: ((Just a question...is it ever possible to duel wield two handed weapons >.>))
Cauta pauses, hearing an odd...almost echoing voice in her head. After a moment of listening, it grew stronger, and the voice seemed appropriate for the Elder. She gives him a slight bow before turning and following Eschaton. "Left again. Now, who's all for actually following the directions we get this time?"
Richtor Barstens: "Yeah, whatever elf...Let's get out of here and get paid!"
Cauta: ((You'd probably need to be stupidly strong.))
Richtor Barstens wanders to the vault
Cauta: ((It's probably that stone door.))
Eschaton grins. "I'm in. Ready whenever you are."
Britta Bardsbane follows Richtor, a stupid grin on her face as she teases him. "You know, with all those spikes, you'll have to be careful nobody mistakes you for a coat hanger..."
Richtor Barstens: "I could just fall over on them, it would be pretty lethal"
Britta Bardsbane: "Yeah, you won't be picking me up any time soon... remember to take it off if you do feel possessed to lug anyone around, right?"
Cauta takes a moment to decipher the exact method of attaching her new buckler to her arm, before securing it as tight as she can without cutting off the blood in her arm. "Let's see if this is worth it."
Cauta pauses before she takes a step.
Cauta: "Eschaton...where is my lantern?"
Richtor Barstens: "You said it yourself, if I have to, I can hang you guys on it and run with you dragging behind me."
Cauta: ((...Esch.))
Cauta: ((Where the fuck is my lantern?))
Britta Bardsbane: "That would be fun..."
Britta Bardsbane: (BWAHAHAHAAAA!!!))
Britta Bardsbane grins before shaking her head. "Careful if you sit down... you might not get back up again if those spikes set in anywhere too deeply." She playfully kicks his backside.
Eschaton sighs. He completely forgot about it in the battle. "It's at the top of the hill. I'll go get it." Stamping one foot on the ground, the heels of his boots seem to grow small wings. "Longstrider." Without a word, he dashes up the hill, faster than would normally be possible without the aid of magic."
Eschaton: (Minus that last ")
Richtor Barstens: "You know...with these spikes you might just impale your foot...and I wouldn't feel badly about that in the slightest"
Cauta mutters under her breath. "You damn well will go get it..."
Eschaton: (Let's pretend he's gone for about thirty seconds)
Britta Bardsbane: "I've dealt with worse, Richtor... but there are no spikes on your bum. I'm able to do this as much as I please." She playfully kicks him again.
DM: (Yes you can dual wield two-handers it's a feat called Monkey Grip)
Richtor Barstens: ((...))
Richtor Barstens: ((OUT OF THE WAY BITCHES! I GOT ASSHOLES TO SLAUGHTER!))
DM: (Britta when you said your walking to the vault door are you talking about the one behind the Elder?)
Eschaton come racing back down the hill, coming to a literal screeching halt with the lantern in hand. "One lantern, with only slightly less oil than it had earlier. Looks like it went out on its own."
Britta Bardsbane: ((That was Richtor. I'm just following him about and being a pain.))
Cauta nods, taking the lantern back from Eschaton. "Thank you." She takes a moment to tuck it away in her heavier by the minute backpack, before nodding after the others. "I need to make sure they don't set off anything fatal. Shall we?"
Richtor Barstens heads to the vault that the mycoid elder indicated
DM: Alright.. that went not the way I was hoping xD
Britta Bardsbane , with each step, attempts a clumsy kick at Richtor's backside. She's obviously enjoying herself.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Hm?)))
DM: (Oh nothing plot, and stories I made just to wipe my ass with xD)
Cauta: ((If Richtor went for the door that the Myconids were guarding, it'd probably end badly.))
DM: If he did he would only be stopped by the large mycoid
DM: (So what's happening?)
DM: (Going through the Torg tunnel?)
Richtor Barstens is currently following the Mycoid's instructions to the surface
Cauta: ((Cauta just got her lantern back, and she and Esch will be moving towards the vault))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Britta is having fun annoying Richtor. She's now in a happy mood and is following him about like a puppy, as normal.))
Cauta: ((Quaker, shame we don't gotta hunt for it.))
DM: (( Boarderlands.. Hmmm))
Cauta: ((Handsome Dumas? XD))
DM: Well if your following his direction it will lead through the tunnel with several dead mycoid and pass through a large dwarfen armory / vault.
Britta Bardsbane: "Hey, hey, hold up..." Britta catches Rich's arm.
DM: (Anyone looking around or just trying to get to the surface ASAP?)
Britta Bardsbane looks around at the armory/vault. "What's this place?"
Cauta: ((...More fucking loot.))
Richtor Barstens stares at the armoury...
Cauta is looking for traps.
Richtor Barstens says nothing
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 13
Cauta: ((21))
DM: You see racks and racks of things that should have been there but are now empty. It seems the very greedy 'General' looted everything he could. Cauta you see no traps.
Britta Bardsbane glances over the armory. "You're quiet. Is that a good quiet, or a 'let's get the hell outta here' quiet?" she mumurs.
Britta Bardsbane: ((Search for anything he might have missed.))
Britta Bardsbane rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 8
Richtor Barstens: "I'm just imagining what this once would have held..."
Cauta looks about for a minute or two. "Looks all clear...not that anyone really cares..."
Britta Bardsbane: ((meh, that' sit.))
DM: Britta you manage to find a pair of Mastercrafted Throwing Axes!
Eschaton shrugs. "I'm sure Britta would love to avoid getting impaled by anything else."
Britta Bardsbane is quiet for a few moments, then gently claps Rich on the shoulder. "Well, if-... crap, ow!" She removes her hand from his shoulder quickly, then... spots something.
DM: Anyone else?
Britta Bardsbane moves towards the space between two of the weapons racks and pulls free the two throwing axes. "Hm."
Richtor Barstens: "Told you."
Richtor Barstens looks around
Richtor Barstens rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 10
Richtor Barstens: ((11))
Eschaton rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 14
Eschaton: (17)
DM: Richtor you manage to find a set of steel boots, but nothing really worth of AMAZING value.
Eschaton: (...just realized, I put two points into Awareness when I leveled and haven't been using them x.x)
Cauta glances about for anything.
Eschaton: (19)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 4
Cauta: ((12.))
Britta Bardsbane: "Spiky-Shouldered-Dwarf... nasty." Britta clips the throwing axes to her belt... she looks a bit overdone now with three blades and two throwing axes hanging from her belt, her pack covered by the massive shield. She looks down at herself, then smirks.
Cauta: ((I'm amazed you can move.))
Richtor Barstens: "Bah, everything good is gone."
DM: Eschaton is the winner again! You notice in a corner under a bunch of rusted weapons and shields a locked box. It seems even Teret'gol couldn't open it and threw it across the room. It's small and made of dark wood.
Britta Bardsbane: ((She's at mid-weight. She needs to get rid of some stuff if she wants to be able to move more quickly.))
Eschaton notices something out of the corner of his eye, something untouched under discarded scraps. He pulls the object out, revealing it to be a small wooden box. "...strange."
Britta Bardsbane looks at Richtor. "Take another look. There's surely something worth your while."
Eschaton: (Magic?)
DM: (Not that you can feel)
Cauta: ((I take it Cauta sees nothing? ))
DM: Nope that is all, the room has been tossed twice now.
Britta Bardsbane throws another glance around, then shrugs and offers Richtor one of the throwing axes. "I share my stuff too... now let's move, shall we? Cauta, you taking lead again?"
Eschaton looks at the box carefully. It seems to be a container, but there's no way of opening it yet. Bouncing it lightly, he tucks it away in his pack with the rest of the goods. "So much appraisal to be done when we get to town..."
Cauta: ((I thought it was just locked. >_>))
DM: After that it's a clear shot to a ladder leading straight up, only problem is it's broken halfway.. and about 50 ft tall.
DM: (It is just locked sorry)
Britta Bardsbane: ((Broken at the top, or at the bottom?))
DM: Bottom, so it's kind ricky. That is all!
Eschaton: (My statement is valid, there's no way to open it YET. I don't have a key.)
Britta Bardsbane hesitates as she sees the ladder, then shakes her head. "Actually no... I'll do this first. I should be the heaviest of us now."
Richtor Barstens refuses the throwing axe
Richtor Barstens: "HAMMARS!"
Cauta: ((Yep.))
Britta Bardsbane , shrugs and puts the throwing axe back on her belt. She crouches beside Richtor. "Do me a favor and get my rope out of my pack, will you? It's getting too heavy to take on and off all the time."
Cauta: ((If only you had someone who could pick locks...))
Richtor Barstens grabs the rope out of the bag and hands it to her
Richtor Barstens: ((If only the person who could pick locks actually tried picking the lock...))
DM: (We can end it now also at any point!)
Cauta: ((If only they were made aware of said lockbox.))
DM: (Hope you enjoyed tonight's game.. )
Cauta: ((Cauta doesn't know about the box.))
Britta Bardsbane nods her thanks, then attaches the rope to one of the throwing axes and tosses the axe upwards for the bottom rung.
Britta Bardsbane: ((I enjoyed it. Are we okay to go a little longer?))
Richtor Barstens: ((You mean even when Britta asked her about it?))
Eschaton: (If you think you can roll a lockpick without breaking it, then sure.)
DM: (looks like it)
Richtor Barstens: ((Oh waIT))
Richtor Barstens: ((Never mind, I thought she asked her to look at the box, but instead asked her to take the lead))
Richtor Barstens: ((And I think I'm done for the night))
Britta Bardsbane: ((heh heh. Aw, okay...))
DM: Loot all the things?
Richtor Barstens: ((Anyways, falling asleep here guys...Talk to you guys later))
Cauta: ((Breaking a lockpick typically happens if I fumble, which can always happen.))
DM: Cya
Cauta: Later dude
Britta Bardsbane: (catch you!))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Move to FoG, shall we?))
DM: Sure..
DM: GC you want your Birthday present?
Cauta: Sure
DM: It's a 'future' event but will take place as soon as you get out of the shower
Cauta: ...
Cauta: I think it's a little early for a sexy Ravid visit.
Cauta: XD
DM: No no
Britta Bardsbane: ... should I be... present for this...?
Cauta: Couuuldn't help myself
Cauta: NO. LEAVE NAO.
Cauta:
DM: As you start getting dressed in your room you hear the noise of a knock at your room.
DM: She can stay idc
Britta Bardsbane: *sniffles*
Cauta: ((Mmkay.))
Cauta just finished pulling on the dark fabric of her shirt when the knock came at the door. She blinked, not expecting company, pausing for a second before speaking. "Who's there?"
DM: A young mans voice can be heard- "It is me, Derrick.. I'm here with a delivery for a Miss Cauta. This is the correct room right, Git pointed me this way?"
Cauta raises an eyebrow, crossing the room slowly and pulling the door open enough to peer through. "A delivery?"
Cauta: ((God dammit, Cauta, stop being so cautious!))
DM: A tall thing half-elf is waiting for you when you open the door with a large finely crafted wooden box. You can tell by his jawline he took after his human side- "Umm.. Miss Cauta I take it? I have a delivery for you, and that is all.."
DM: (( xD I was going to wait.. but it's your birthday and you played D&D with us.. so I though this should help a bit))
Cauta watches him for a moment, before pulling the door open completely, wishing she had taken the time to at least tie her hair up. Brushing a few stray locks up behind her ear, she offers a slightly apologetic smile. "Apologies. I can be a little...overly cautious, sometimes."
Cauta: ((Kate knows this, but Cauta's hair reaches about the small of her back when it's not done up in the fishtail braid.))
Cauta: ((She has a surprising amount of hair. XD))
DM: He would hand you the box without another word, seeming to know it was indeed the correct Cauta. It would have a small tag attached to it with very fine hand writing.-
Cauta takes the box, eyeing it as she does. "Thank you, Derrick." She rests the box on her hip, taking a pair of coppers and placing them in his hand.
DM: ""To my little devil, may your blade be as sharp as your tongue." - Signed Salbatic Asfintit. -Inside would be a pure silver made rapier, the very same one your grandfather used. Along the blade in Baelic it reads "Devil's Tongue"
DM: (( Hope ya don't mind if I used him. +1 Rapier made from Silver, uses the wielders Cha Mod as bonus damage ))
Cauta steps inside, pushing the door shut with her tail as she crosses the room to her desk. Setting the surprisingly long package on her desk, she reads the handwriting for a moment. "Grandfather?" She whispers, before quickly opening the box. Once open, her mouth falls slightly agape, eyes widening as she instantly recognizes the rapier within. "The Devil's Tongue! Grandfather's very own blade! And it's mine!" The rest of her morning was promptly spent playing with the sword and bouncing about her room like a small child.
Cauta: ((...shame Cauta has no Cha mod, eh? XD))
DM: (( mUDDAFUCKER!))
Cauta: ((Ah well. She can get one in time.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((What's your Charisma?))
Cauta: ((10.))
DM: Round Time for me
Cauta: ((Baseline, no bonus.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Seriously? And you're the negotiator!?))
Cauta: ((Hilarious, because Cauta is the talker of the group.))
Cauta: ((She wasn't SUPPOSE to be.))
Cauta: ((You lot are just utterly USELESS.))
Britta Bardsbane: ((... that was the main reason I've made Britta leave you to do lots of the talking! I thought you had a high Charisma mod! XD))
DM: Ahh well you can use your.. Umm.. your Char bonus also goes up +2 while wielding the blade >,>
DM: Ya.. that's what I'm doing
Cauta: ((Notice how Cauta succeeds ninety percent of the time she does the talking?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((*whines and whimpers*))
Cauta: ((She's got the skillset to do it!))
Cauta: ((So, wait, while it's on her, she gets Charisma bonus?))
Britta Bardsbane: ((Let's move over to FoG, okay? I'm gonna stop taking history if you guys are done. ))

Session 8's Ending - Cauta's Meeting with Dumas (Trimmed out some of the OOC chatter. Links in this post do not work)

DM: What did I tell you about Dumas so far, just so I don't repeat myself.
Kate: He may or may not be bald.
Cauta: Gilladan's uncle
Kate: http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/3...
DM: You kept that picture xD
Kate:
Kate: So excited for tomorrow!
Cauta: Heh
DM: Alright we will speed some things along. You made it back in town took your 9 baths, which will cost ya a bit of coin, and you are about. 1hour late to the meeting. From what you remember it was toward high town, and a stone house with a low setting going downward into the cliff side. It is rather close to the entrance to Hightown. From what you can tell Hightown looks alot different even from the entrance way, there is even guards patrolling and it doesn't smell like sewer water.
DM: Glad to hear that Kate.
Cauta: Kate, if you need something to do, suggestions for male fashion is very welcome
Cauta:
DM: I'm going to hit this round early so we don't have another stopping point.
Cauta: Alright. There more description coming, or should I start my response?
Kate: ((shalwar kameez - google it when you have time))
Cauta: ((hrm...no, not really feeling it.))
Kate: ((Try looking over ancient fashions. Egyptian may help you out.))
Kate: (( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clothing_in... ))
Cauta: ((Huh. So that's what that thing is called...))
Cauta: ((Hrm...Dunno, Alduskians live in mountains, if the men dressed like this, they might freeze to death during the winter. <_< )
Kate: ((... watching the news. All the tv presenters went crazy after someone mentioned Oppan Gungam Style... the 60-yr-old weatherman attempted to imitate...))
Kate: (( Maybe older Russian clothing? ))
Cauta: ((I'll take a look...might have to blend two different types, given what the women wear. >_>))
Kate: ((Aye.)))
Kate: (( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russian_clo... ))
Cauta: ((Russian clothing lacks the...flare, eh?))
Kate: ((Aye. ))
Kate: (( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Persian_clo... ))
Eschaton joined the chat 9 seconds ago
Kate: (( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atilla_(clo... ))
Eschaton: You rang?
Cauta: ((Hrm...no, that won't work...))
Kate: (( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pelisse ))
Kate: ((Aye! This is where we are. ))
Eschaton: (Got it.)
Cauta: ((Hm. That could work quite well...stylish in the warmer months, and in the winter, it's a stylish cozy jacket...))
Kate: ((Hungarian. ))
DM: Hightown starts by leading you from the bridge downward into the cliff side then opening up into a large underground city like lowtown. The different being this place is full of light, there is large orbs onto of pillars through out the town, and the streets are clean, and made of white stone. If you didn't know any better you would think your on the surface. After 20 feet you can see the archway that leads down into Dumas office building. (Ok now you can do your stuff)
DM: (So I made some koolaid and dumpped way too much for a glass full.. it taste like a sour drink there is so much..)
Kate: ((Dad made lemonade sorbet. It was really bitter, and there was heaps! ))
Cauta walked the streets quickly, knowing full well she was already late for her meeting with Dumas. It really couldn't have been helped, not with the absolutely revolting condition she'd found herself in after their brief journey into the sewers, and most of her day had been funneled into just making herself presentable. As familiar archway came into view, she quickened her pace, wasting little time descending the steps.
Cauta: ((I'm thinking the Ban might wear a very ornate Cassock...))
Cauta: ((With some kind of epic cape. >.>))
Eschaton: (So you don't want Esch to go with, okay)
Cauta: ((private meeting, elf!))
Eschaton: (Eh, thought you might have taken him in case something went... awry.)
Kate: ((I should totally have Ravid lurking about, stalking...))
Cauta: ((Focus on fashion, woman!))
Kate: ((Yas, sah! Sorry sah!))
DM: The pearly stone steps echo with each step you make Cauta leading you to a large double-door with two guards in freshly polished breast-plates. They look to each other before standing straight when you approach- "Good morning Miss.. do you have business here?" -you can see him eye your blades- "Also you must leave all weapons here with us before proceeding Miss."
DM: (( Eschaton you suddenly feel yourself starting to purn up, as you have been bathing in a hot bath for hours!))
Kate: (( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Ro... ))
Eschaton: (Hours? Really? )
Eschaton: (And let's pretend that elves are immune to wrinkles... xD)
Kate: ((How much does a bath cost? ))
DM: (Well I'm just guessing.. you are a Elf.. xD you can do what you like)
Cauta: ((...morning?))
Kate: ((Evening!))
DM: (I would say river bath 5 sp, and 10 gold for a hot bath.)
Eschaton: (Well sure, I can soak for a while. Probably not hours on end, but given that he can refresh the water as much as he wants with magic, I'll probably lurk until I have an incentive to do something else.)
DM: (It's like 10 am.. thats morning ish?)
Cauta: ((...you said 9pm.))
DM: (...did I?)
Kate: ((Yup))
DM: (>,> one moment..)
DM: (Alright I'm dumb.. it's night time BAM sorry)
Kate: (( Britta wants a bath. ))
Eschaton clears his throat. "Later that evening..."
DM: (I've had a heavy mind all day)
Eschaton: -instant night-
DM: (Nice Order of the Stick quote)
Eschaton: (We're gonna have a loooot of inside jokes with that, I can already tell)
Kate: (( Britta is having a river bath. *nods* ))
Eschaton: (If she wants, she can have a rose bath, or some other herb, courtesy of Esch's magic water)
Kate: ((I'm pretty sure she wouldn't let herself be so girly with someone else knowing... nobody was meant to know about that perfume she traded to Mary. ))
Eschaton: (It could be their secret xD)
Cauta looks to the guards. "Good evening. I have an appointment with Dumas, I'm running a little behind due to some... unforeseen complications." She rests a hand on her scabbard for a moment. "Are you certain about the weapon? When I made my appointment the guards said nothing, and I'm not overly fond of being defenseless."
Kate: ((... poor Britta. Esch would have to corner her to make her accept. ))
Eschaton: (Well that's not Esch's strong suit, so unless she agrees on her own...)
DM: (Sense Motive!)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 9
DM: William- "Yes miss, no weapons allowed inside.. Recently we have been having some shady slip inside Hightown.. I promise you will have no issues while inside." -you get teh feeling something might have happen recently
Cauta: ((Woulda been 16 with the modifier.))
DM: (It was a DC of 10 you made it)
Cauta: ((Woo!))
Cauta: ((XD))
DM: (I already told you, you have the feeling something happen that has them on guard )
Cauta frowns slightly. "The security's tightened up a bit then." She begins to unfasten her scabbard. "I doubt this is the first time someone shady has slipped up here...why so concerned now?"
DM: William pass on the blade wrapping it in silk cloth, before both of them opening the doors seeing you to the front desk.- "This way to the front desk, Shelly should get with you shortly." -his lips seem to be tight-
Kate , meanwhile, is having a very nice bath in a private part of the river, keeping an eye out for any intruders.
DM: (This part will be a few short hops)
Kate: ... Britta, not Kate.
Kate changed name to BRITTA
DM: (I was about to say.. Damn Kate got adult quick xD )
BRITTA changed name to Britta
Britta: ((Sorry, sorry... don't make me smile. People are watching me.))
Cauta relinquishes her sword, not exactly thrilled with it but knowing she's not really full of options right now. She steps inside with a murmured thanks to the guards, walking up to the desk and leaning on it slightly.
DM: That same rude women that teleported you is sitting across the desk with a fake smile, waiting on you- "Cauta... Hmm strange we never did get your last name, what is it? Also name of business?" (Jump through those hoops!)
Cauta frowns. "Asfintit. Cauta Asfintit. And my business is simple, but private. I'm not going to discuss it with anyone other than Dumas." She gives an insincere smile. "I'm sure you understand."
Cauta: ((it's been so long I barely remember her business...))
DM: She scribbles down your info, then stands rather abruptly leading you down a hallway. The walls are littered with fine paintings and opens up into another large door with it's own set of guards. This time they open the door without question and shut it behind you as you enter. Inside you see a fine crafted desk much like Gilladan's actually. The room is also well furnished and smells of roasted duck, in a large chair you can see Dumas eating dinner as he waits on you.- "Welcome.. welcome.. I hope you don't mind but I started dinner after you didn't show at nine.." -he stands up taking your hand giving it a light peck- "I'm professor Dumas, a pleasure to meet you Miss Asfintit.. What can I do you for?"
Cauta follows quickly, eager to get this meeting over and done with. Once inside, she gives a polite curtsy to Dumas before speaking. "The pleasure is mine, Professor. I apologize for being late, I had an unexpected complication on a contract. Please, continue your meal." She reaches beneath her cloak, slowly pulling round her scroll-case. "I have something I need deciphered, and I have heard you are an expert in the field."
Cauta: ((Time for serious plot stuff.))
Britta: ((*watches!*))
Eschaton lurks moar
DM: Dumas is wearing a pure silk robe, fashioned with gold around the cuffs, and waist. Near his desk you can see the remains of a half-eaten duck, his silver staff with a large blue gem heading, and three large books neatly stacked on the desk. He nods stepping back to his deck, and waving a hand as a soft tall chair slides behind you. Almost catching you off your feet.- "Oh I have had my fill you have giving me plenty of time to satiate my palate." -he stops to listen grinning hearing that he is a expert- "Oh well I do know a thing of two about older cultures and lore.. Where did you come by this piece?" -you can see a clear spot on his desk open if you want to lay the scroll down
DM: (( Actually.. more plot is elsewhere this is just a... lead))
Dumas! joined the chat
Britta: .
Dumas!: you can tell he loves having his ego stroked)
Dumas!: (Headache.. go away..)
Cauta opens the scrollcase, slowly pulling the scroll from within. "It was given to me. My grandfather found it back when he was young and of the adventuring sort." She laughs lightly. "It runs in the family, if I am any indication." Setting the scroll down, Cauta hesitantly removes her hand from it. "I've always been a little curious to it's contents myself, but while I'm familiar with Infernal, it's beyond my knowledge. Once I heard of you, I thought you'd be my best hope for it's translation."
Cauta: ((Feed the ego! It'll make him compliant!))
Britta: ((mewhwhehehee))
Dumas!: rubs his chin slowly, turning the scroll to better fit his view as is slides closer to him before lifting off the desk. You can hear him mummer some words from under his breath, before he reaches down to grab one of the tomes flicking pages back and forth- "Isn't it curiosity that fuels all of us?.. This may take a couple moments.. this dialect.. Hmm?" -he pans over it a few more seconds- "Miss Asfintit, do favor yourself as a historian, or a myth chaser?"
Britta: ((*Takes history*))
Cauta is quiet for a moment, before fixing him with a curious look. "History and myth coincide more often than we'd like, I think, Professor. I don't favor either."
Dumas!: The scroll hovers down the desk slowly as Dumas holds his hand out pointing out line after line, then to a large tear at the end, like it was burned off.- "I believe myths exist to inspire hope.. and history to prove those myths wrong.." (Round may be late, going to keep going after this, you can add in if you want, but as soon as I get back I'm picking it back up)
Cauta: ((I'll just wait, Cauta ain't big on interupting people unless they're being stupid.))
Cauta: ((Well, Kate, how'd your fluff assignment go?))
Britta: ((It was pretty boring... just lots of sleeping.))
Cauta: ((Heh.))
Britta: ((Need a better one this time! ))
Cauta: ((Conjure up some romantic evening fluff then.))
Britta: ((Wine and fish?))
Cauta: ((You can work it better than just that.))
Britta: ((Candles. Mood-lighting. Wine and fish.))
Britta: ((What else? ))
Cauta: ((that it?))
Britta: ((I dunno))
Cauta: ((C'mon, you can be creative in it.))
Britta: ((FISH! And little dainty forks.))
Cauta: ((Fuel your girly side. Outfits?))
Britta: ((Oh... later. Too soon. XD))
Cauta: ((...for what?))
Britta: ((Unless we're dressing Ravid up as a tiefling...))
Cauta: ((...nooo...))
Britta: ((... Cauta would suit light blue and white.))
Cauta: ((As you've said. What styles would you dress her in?))
Britta: ((... you know. Those links I sent you for 'maybe' Alduskian...))
Cauta: ((The female indian 'bride' styles?))
Britta: ((Mm...))
Dumas!: - "This scroll pre-dates Bael failed invasion on the stronghold of Chardale.. It seems to describe that the Teifling race came into being after successfully 'imbuing' or 'summoning' the Maiden of Knowledge..' -he stops shaking his in dis-belief- "I highly doubt that.. but..' -keeps reading- "And with her boon they were able to seal the deal into creating there now powerful Kingdom, and would bring a greater race..." -he kinda mummers some- "That's where it cuts off.."
Dumas!: sits up trying to suppress a laugh- "I do believe you have stumbled onto a fraud, probably some peddler trying to make some small change.. I am sorry you have wasted your time here."
Cauta tilts her head. "A fraud, you think?" She looks to the scroll. "Interesting that a peddler would go through the trouble of focusing on Bael. What value lies in a dead kingdom?" She falls silent for a moment, as if thinking. "I've never heard of this Maiden of Knowledge, have you?"
Dumas!: leans back with a wiry grin- "Only a few whispers here and there in far out places. She is nothing more then folk lore, I'm sure if she 'was' real other would have summoned her." (sense motive)
Dumas!: others*
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Cauta: ((14.))
Dumas! rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 7
Dumas!: (Your not for sure, but you think he is making light of this maiden, ether he just doesn't care or isn't willing to tell you everything)
Cauta nods slightly, thinking quietly to herself. "Perhaps." She offers a light smile, as if speaking in jest. "Although I certainly wouldn't share information if I knew of a Maiden of Knowledge. Would you, Professor?"
Britta: .
Dumas!: reaches over to take a sip of his red wine- "It is rather strange someone would go through so much trouble, for making such a amazing story.. The fact it's in ancient baelic is a feat." -he places his glass back down- "Perhaps a bard would be of better help to you, I don't believe in such stories."
Britta: .
Dumas!: reaches over to take a sip of his red wine- "It is rather strange someone would go through so much trouble, for making such a amazing story.. The fact it's in ancient baelic is a feat." -he places his glass back down- "Perhaps a bard would be of better help to you, I don't believe in such stories."
Dumas!: (I like short witty talks that go back and back)
Britta: ((Red wine... or white wine? There was a specific type that went with white meat like fish...))
Cauta reaches to the scroll, pulling it lightly off the desk and begins to roll it back up. "I know of no bards, but perhaps if I need a good yarn, I shall seek one out." The scroll is tucked neatly back into it's case, and she tucks it behind the small of her back. "I'd ask if you knew any in town, but I doubt I shall be staying. Corvis seems hostile to my kind as of late, after that business with the fire."
Cauta: ((Red wine, red meat.))
Cauta: ((White wine, white meat.))
Cauta: ((General rule of thumb.))
Britta: ((Thanks!))
Dumas!: (His is BLOOD WINE )
Britta: ((Bleeecccch! I guess that goes with bloody steak...))
Dumas!: would stand up at the same time you would with a smile- "I must admit, I was shocked to see another of your kind here at such a time. The last of the teiflings that I could help, I sent off to start anew till this crisis blew over. You wouldn't be needs shelter for the time being, would you now?"
Dumas!: needing** >,< )
Dumas!: (This headache.. ug)
Cauta shakes her head. "No, I've found lodgings in the Mule's Sack. They're not exactly first class, but they'll suffice." She spares a glance toward his bookshelf. "The gods must be kind these days. I recently met another eager to help my kind, much like yourself."
Cauta: ((Mwahaha! Subtle conversational maneuvering!))
Dumas!: he scoffs at the name Mule's Sack- "That rat hole of a place? Oh come now, my estate would be far more appealing then there, would it not?" - he move around to your side keeping you from straying off toward his bookcase- "That is rare in a place like lowtown.. You should becareful, this town has some dark corners that even I wouldn't tread."
Cauta smiles lightly. "Appealing perhaps, but not as low key as I'd prefer." She gives the bookcase no further thought, watching Dumas for a moment. "Dark corners, yes...I recently visited one, actually. It's why I was so delayed. The old Dwarven catacombs hold many surprises though. None quiet as curious as a Troglodyte the size of Tenvean barbarian with an enchanted axe of flame and horns larger than my own."
Eschaton: (Kay, I'm fading fast, I think I need to go die)
Cauta: ((Okay, have fun.))
Dumas!: (will save)
Dumas!: (and no problem, honestly this will be all I do tonight really.)
Eschaton: (Alright. Enjoy your sidequest thing, see you kupos tomorrow night)
Cauta rolled a die with 20 sides. The die showed: 2
Cauta: ((...motherfuck.))
Britta: ((I'm still here))
Cauta: ((I'm not even gonna bother with the bloody math...))
Dumas!: you see Dumas lean his arm out against the wall with a smirk when he speaks- "Are you sure you wouldn't feel safer here?" -You do infact do feel safer in here, and it's not like you have any attachment to those others. As your minds start to add up the pros and cons you feel something snaps and break you concentration. Your broach has seem to crack, almost in two.
Dumas!: (Round time)
Cauta: ((...motherfuck.))
Britta: ((CAUTA! BRAINWASHING COMMENCING!))
Cauta: ((Welp, I guess Gill was telling the truth...))
Cauta: ((The broach did...something.))
Cauta: ((I'll have to ask if it snapped out of this feeling safer, or just made her go 'WTF?'))
Britta: ((... Ravid to the rescue...? Don't think Kitty would let him... heh heh heh.))
Dumas!: (Your still you.. )
Cauta: ((Mmkay.))
Britta , finishes her bath and gets dressed before lying on the grassy bank of the river to stare at the stars. Not exactly sure where she is, but she can see the starts!
Britta: *stars
Dumas!: - "As for your Troglodyte story.. if it's true I will bring it up to the council, and see what can be done about the sewer infestation.. Maybe that Duke chap would be up for it."
Cauta opens her mouth, already liking the suggestion when she feels something snap, and her mind goes blank for a moment, concentration shattered. Reaching up tentatively, she feels the broken broach beneath her fingers, before looking to Dumas. "No. I won't feel safer here. That will be all, Professor." She offers a polite smile, looking at the bookcase once more before remembering Gilladan's request. As if to complete his request, she simply watches the books for a moment, before starting for the door. "Thank you, but it is dead. I've found quite the competent mercenaries."
Cauta: ((Hope that works. >.>))
Dumas!: (( That's fine))
Cauta: ((mmkay.))
Britta: ((I think Dumas is evil. *nods*))
Dumas!: would simply rub his chin watching you leave, as if something wasn't adding up for him. On your way you gather your things quickly, and leave with no issues.
Dumas!: (( Or he could be Chaotic Good, and thought he was doing something good for Cauta.))
Cauta: ((Wouldn't rule it out. Cauta just doesn't like being mind controlled. XD))
Dumas!: (Sorry that wasn't more.. plot like, but it really was suppose to happen a long time ago, and was more of a lead then full on plot)
Britta: ((Hmmm... *will have to think about this and not munchkin*))
Cauta: ((S'fine. Cauta got information, she got the feeling of something amiss with Dumas, threw out some feelers that give subtle feedback...lots to work with.))
Dumas!: (Elder, Dumas, Gilladan, and Gunther are where all the plot lies. If you would have asked certain things Dumas would have gave more info, but you never brung up Gilladan not that I blame you)
Britta: ((Soooo excited for tomorrow!))
Cauta: ((She was actually trying to make Dumas 'guess'. See how he 'thinks'.))
Britta: ((What's going on now? ))
Dumas!: nothing
Britta: ((... can Ravid say hi?))
Dumas!: Just wishing I had more plot tools so I can just spill all the plot out
Dumas!: No, Ravid died.. in the bath
Britta: ((... don't make me laugh.))
Dumas!: (Why did I make you laugh? He got caught peeking on Britta)
Britta: ((Yeah, he's dead... damn it.))
Britta: ((He is kinda important for tomorrow... maybe someone revived him.))
Britta enjoyed her bath, clean for the first time in like.... forever.
Dumas!: Now what will Cauta do now with said info?
Cauta: ((Well, Dumas seemed to react when she mentioned the Trog, as well as the other person helping her kind.))
Cauta: ((So, she'll likely pursue those two avenues. Meaning speaking with Gill(and thanking him for the broach) and the Elder.))
Britta: ((Hmmmm...))
Dumas!: Hmmmm
Cauta: Hm?
Britta: Hm hm...
Dumas!: Ehh.. I'm not sure what to do tomorrow
Britta: Drop in and collect our reward from Gunther. That is a good starting point.
Britta: Hopefully that will put us all in one place at the same time
Dumas!: I want to do Mary's Magical Pawn Shop
Britta: *tilts head*
Dumas!: The were-rat family!
Britta: Yes, I remember
Dumas!: They have random magical items everyday
Dumas!: There inventory is a non-stop gamble
Cauta: Heh
Dumas!: Just to let you guys know.
Britta: Yay! Ravidness tomorrow!!!
Dumas!: Remember Kate the game isn't about Ravid falling in love with Cauta.. your going to have a team!
Britta: I totally know that. There is no story involving the 'romance'.
Britta: Any that goes on will be unplanned.
Cauta: Romance isn't planned
Britta: Exactly
Dumas!: *shoots self in foot*