You have just entered room "talesundertheochrebanner."
T3chn0Namagomi has entered the room.
A Rockin SN has entered the room.
GC130A has entered the room.
Deus Fio: GC and Doug went through this already, so they're just gonna watch.
Deus Fio: And cameo if they want; their characters do now work in the building you'll be touring, after all.
Der DWSage: Kay then.
Lithaladhwen: I'll change fonts.
Lithaladhwen: Like so!
CGNakibe: I find your lack of faith.... disturbing.
Der DWSage: Or I can change mine, since it's not established yet.
Thramkalith has entered the room.
Deus Fio: Hi, Thram.
Lithaladhwen: Fuck you, Shaun. I'm playing a cleric.
A Rockin SN: (Ah crap... I'm still not done. D: )
Lithaladhwen: I find YOUR lack of fucking faith disturbing. >:P
Deus Fio: Thrambone, when am I getting Erik's sheet?
Thramkalith: When I buy him some gear and choose him a homeland?
Deus Fio: Dan: Relax, it's just CI.
CGNakibe: Well that makes two fucking clerics.
CGNakibe: Means we have to fucking fight to the fucking death.
Deus Fio: Fucking clerics?
Deus Fio: And they're both chicks! Sweet!
Der DWSage: ...Does the Paladin have to get involved?
Lithaladhwen: I dunno. Is he good-looking?
CGNakibe: I could change to my other character, though.
Lithaladhwen: Clerics are good.
Lithaladhwen: What variety of cleric be ye?
Der DWSage: Well, he's got a Cha of 18...
CGNakibe: One more of the fighting traditions, here.
Der DWSage: But he's a total Farmboy. :{
A Rockin SN: He's Luke??
Deus Fio: Ciele has the Ass-Kicking and Name-Taking domains.
Der DWSage: ...Well, maybe. He does have [Spoiler.]
Thramkalith: "Yes, the killer slipped and it cost him his life. Patti said, as she rolled out of town, 'You gotta watch your step... When the chips are down.'"
Der DWSage: He also uses a Scythe instead of a lightsaber.
Lithaladhwen: *laugh*
Lithaladhwen: He uses a scythe, and the damned deathworshipper doesn't.
Lithaladhwen: Keen.
CGNakibe: I forget what Ciele's original purpose was. I assume to try to bring light into the dark corners of the world.
Der DWSage: Yeep. He even worships a god of farming, that had to be totally made out of nothing.
Deus Fio: She's a cleric of Barem.
Deus Fio: Barem doesn't give a rat's ass whether there's light in dark corners.
Lithaladhwen: Zea needs no deity. She can totally run around with her own ideas about the cosmos.
Deus Fio: Barem ensures that 2:44 follows 2:43 and not vice versa.
Lithaladhwen: She's just as happy, really.
Thramkalith: Erik will prove to be amusing... I hope >_>
Deus Fio: Right.
Deus Fio: RP in 5...
Deus Fio: 4...
Deus Fio: 3...
Deus Fio: 2...
A Rockin SN: (Okay, hrm.)
Deus Fio: <Tales Under the Ochre Banner: Episode 1 1/3>
A Rockin SN: (Alistair's coor will be this!)
A Rockin SN: (color)
Der DWSage: (Tolaris' shall be thicker brown.)
CGNakibe: (*change change*)
Deus Fio: *Summer in Gorland is a beautiful time, even if those native to warmer climes tend to classify it as "the mildest of Gorland's four winters".*
Deus Fio: (*reading the log from last time*)
Deus Fio: (I think I said last time that everyone was in Breve when, in fact, you are in Lenga.)
Deus Fio: *The sun is shining from behind minimal cloud cover, and the breeze blows cool from the Bay of Travelers to the east.*
Deus Fio: *Depending on your situation, today may or may not change your life.*
Deus Fio: *At the very least, gainful employment is nothing to scoff at.*
Deus Fio: *The salient concrete facts of your situation: You have been led into a room and told to wait for the tour of the facility to start.*
Deus Fio: *"Why hasn't it started yet?" you may have asked, possibly of the beleaguered 16-ish red-haired lackey-type standing by the door.*
CGNakibe: *patiently meditates as best she can, smoothing her robes so as to keep them neat looking for when things get rolling*
Der DWSage: *One of these people is a brown-haired kid, barely into his twenties, wearing heavy-looking full-plate and with a rather nasty-looking scythe on his back...he's also got a symbol on the chest, that of a batch of wheat.*
Deus Fio: *Said lackey may have responded: "Just be patient and wait here in the waiting room."*
A Rockin SN: *the scruffy young man in the corner is pulling on his gloves, and flipping coins*
Der DWSage: *...But he's waiting patiently, even if his foot is going up and down impatiently*
Arch mage144: <Elaith Thenswick>
CGNakibe: *eyes Tolaris' tapping foot for a moment, but says nothing, hoping to keep her calm through thick and thin*
A Rockin SN: *flips the coin, catch*
A Rockin SN: *flips the coin..... catch.*
Deus Fio: *If the question was asked of an entity other than the young man, especially any of the various elements of decorative statuary present, no answer would be forthcoming.*
A Rockin SN: *flips the coin.................. catch*
Lithaladhwen: *A young woman in her late teens is sitting with her knees drawn up and her arms around her legs. She's got on non-descript grey robes, but she's colorful enough to make up for it. The blue hair and purple eyes take care of that.*
Arch mage144: *There's something odd about the guy leaning against the middle of the side wall of the room. Maybe it's his ashen complexion. Maybe it's how meticulously-styled his hair is despite his complexion.*
A Rockin SN: *flips the coin...............................................catch*
Deus Fio: *You start to hear a voice yelling on the other side of the door next to which the lad stands. A man in some kind of a rage. Not a barbarian rage. Hopefully.*
Der DWSage: *...For that matter, this guy is kinda scruffy. But he's got an honest face.*
Arch mage144: *He's probably in his mid to late twenties, wearing a black dress shirt and matching slacks. A rapier with an ornate handle hangs through the sash at his side. He's clearly staring off into space.*
A Rockin SN: *He himself is auburn-haired, rather scruffy with brown eyes. His clothes seem to be rather badly taken care of, though despite this he doesn't seem dirty. He has a rapier at his side as his only visible weaponry*
Der DWSage: >_> Something wrong?
A Rockin SN: Someone's pissed off.
CGNakibe: Hm.
A Rockin SN: *flips the coin................................................................. catch.*
Arch mage144: *looks up slowly* Going to take years off his life that way...elevates the blood pressure.
Deus Fio: (Sage: Tolaris speaks with a heavy accent, right?)
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs* Everything dies when it's supposed to. It's likely that the irrational anger was factored in.
Der DWSage: (Ack, right. Well, two words...)
Arch mage144: *slight smirk, then back to an inscrutible expression*
CGNakibe: Indeed.
Lithaladhwen: (Eh. This font'll be easier, now that I'm seeing stuffs.)
Der DWSage: Irr...erm. What anger? This isn't my language...
CGNakibe: In any case, we'll know when we know.
Der DWSage: *Really does speak with a thick accent-he's pretty obviously not that schooled.*
Arch mage144: All questions are answered best by patience.
Der DWSage: *Nods*
Deus Fio: (Any idea what kind of check one would need to place Tolaris's accent?)
Lithaladhwen: (Knowledge: local/linguistics/bullshittery/bardic knowledge randomness?)
Der DWSage: (...General intelligence check? Maybe Knowledge:Geography?)
A Rockin SN: Long as he doesn't expect us to foot the bill..
Arch mage144: (BRB, bathroom.)
Lithaladhwen: (I'll vote knowledge: geography as well.)
A Rockin SN: ((Sorry Spleen, I can't not laugh at the fact you named a country Nubolia.)
Deus Fio: (Yes, yes, many people have laughed at that. It was unintentional.)
Deus Fio: (The name was based on "Nubia".
Deus Fio: _
Deus Fio: *)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, because every setting needs Nubians.)
Lithaladhwen: (Insert Chasing Amy reference here.)
Der DWSage: (N00bs. :{ )
Deus Fio: (Knowledge: Geography checks all around, then.)
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
Lithaladhwen: (Seven!)
OnlineHost: CGNakibe rolled 1 20-sided die: 4
A Rockin SN: (I'm half-asleep. Remind me what knowledge skills are based off of?)
Deus Fio: (...Int?)
A Rockin SN: (Okay)
Der DWSage: (Brian, I think, would know it automatically.)
OnlineHost: A Rockin SN rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
A Rockin SN: (:O)
A Rockin SN: (And 18 INT as you know.)
CGNakibe: (7)
A Rockin SN: (23 :P)
A Rockin SN: From down south are you?
A Rockin SN: *to Tolaris*
Der DWSage: *Nods* Yah.
Deus Fio: Voice from outside: TELL THE MERCHANT I WILL SPEAK TO HIM WHEN HE GETS HERE. I WILL NOT GIVE YOU A MESSAGE TO MEMORIZE BECAUSE YOU NEVER BOTHERED TO LEARN TO READ THIS LANGUAGE.
Arch mage144: *quirks an eyebrow* Good help is difficult to find.
A Rockin SN: *simply* Loud.
Der DWSage: *Nods again*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Good help isn't difficult to find. Good live help is difficult to find.
Deus Fio: *Oh, okay, now you recognize the voice from outside. It's the same kind but businesslike elderly gentleman who conducted your interviews.*
Deus Fio: *He's at the end of his rope, evidently.*
Der DWSage: ...Mus' be stressed.
CGNakibe: IM: Apparently even he has limits to his patience.
Lithaladhwen: *raises her eyebrows in the "Yeesh" expression*
A Rockin SN: .... Loud.
Deus Fio: *The man - Zame Rostrian by name, formerly an adventurer but now your supervisor (he stresses this title over "employer", because his salary comes from above, too) enters, then.*
Arch mage144: *shrug* I have little sympathy. He's brought this upon himself, relying on other people to do his work for him.
Der DWSage: ...One can't do all. I say that right?
Lithaladhwen: Well enough. *nods*
Arch mage144: *glances at Tolaris* That depends.
Der DWSage: On?
Deus Fio: Zame: *calmly* Ben. Go outside and show Mr. Cezmazteca the door.
A Rockin SN: *silence*
Deus Fio: Ben: Uh...yessir! Where is he?
Arch mage144: *the pale man adjusts the small glasses with onyx frames that are slowly falling down his nose* On whether or not you consider creating servants to be "doing a job yourself."
Deus Fio: Zame: I don't know, I think I sent him scurrying somewhere. Find him first, I guess.
Der DWSage: *Hesitates a moment before replying* As much as hiring them.
Lithaladhwen: Some people don't even consider magic to be "doing things yourself."
Lithaladhwen: In all fairness.
Deus Fio: Ben: *leaves, happy to be doing something*
Der DWSage: ...Magic is hard. Studying is work too.
Arch mage144: And I consider those people to be fools.
Arch mage144: To each his own.
Deus Fio: Zame: >_> <_<
Der DWSage: *Sighs, leaning back a bit* Uhm. I'm Tolaris.
Deus Fio: Zame: Ah, yes, introduce yourselves to one another. Very good.
CGNakibe: Well, I suppose introductions are in order.
A Rockin SN: Hrm.
CGNakibe: My name is Ciele Strahn. Good day to you all.
A Rockin SN: *flip.............. catch*
Arch mage144: *removing his glasses* My name is Elaith. Elaith Thenswick.
Lithaladhwen: (Harvey Dent. He's.... *flip....catch* ...pleased to meet you.)
A Rockin SN: *steps forward with a bit of a flourish* I'm Alistair.
Lithaladhwen: Zea Mazuo. *nods*
A Rockin SN: (:[ )
Lithaladhwen: (Come on. You were asking for that. You were gagging for it.)
Der DWSage: *Seems to be concentrating as he listens to everyone...*
Deus Fio: (You should have gone for the Futurama reference.)
A Rockin SN: (You wish. D: )
A Rockin SN: (Can't a man flip a coin without being made into a comic villain?)
Deus Fio: (I'm Gary Gygax. It's a...*rolls die*...pleasure to meet you!)
A Rockin SN: (ok, RP plz D: )
Lithaladhwen: (That was also a Futurama reference. I just needed the Harvey Dent route.)
Lithaladhwen: (Because come on. Coin.)
A Rockin SN: (stfu :-( )
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: *Shakes his head a bit* So. Is time?
Deus Fio: Wonderful. All the salient information of the lives of the people you will likely be trusting your lives to.
CGNakibe: Patience. All things in due time, as such goes.
Deus Fio: First name and, in many cases, a surname of some sort as well.
Deus Fio: (I've had this NPC's personality worked out in my head since I started planning Ochre Banner.)
Der DWSage: Surname?
Arch mage144: ...family name.
Deus Fio: Last name, family name, not important. We'll begin the tour shortly.
Der DWSage: Oh. Thank you.
Deus Fio: (Oh, wait. Did everyone here get a questionnaire?)
Deus Fio: (I must have missed several of you...)
CGNakibe: (I don't think so)
A Rockin SN: (I didn't)
Der DWSage: (Not I.)
Arch mage144: (Don't think I did.)
Thramkalith: ( I didn't! )
Deus Fio: (Trillian's dying on me.)
Deus Fio: (Can you guys still read this?)
CGNakibe: (Nope. Of course I can't. >:P)
Deus Fio has left the room.
Deus Fio has entered the room.
Deus Fio: (That was Trillian, not my internet, so I don't think it's gonna happen again.)
Deus Fio: (Who still needs the questionnaires?)
Thramkalith: ( I do! )
Der DWSage: (I do, and I can't seem to connect.)
Arch mage144: (Transfer =/= working)
A Rockin SN: (I got it. What do we need to do?)
CGNakibe: (I need questionnaires)
Deus Fio: (Fill it out at some point?)
Deus Fio: (It apparently doesn't like when I send out multiple iterations at once.)
Deus Fio: (Someone send to Thram, please. Our computers HATE one another.)
Thramkalith: ( Yes they do! )
Thramkalith: ( Or you could put it on your computer thingy and I could use that Hamachi thing-a-ma-jig to get it )
Der DWSage: (That would, indeed, work.)
Deus Fio: (It's in D&D/Stuff.)
Deus Fio: Zame: Anyone with questionnaires can hand them to me, and I'll drop them off in my office on our way through the tour.
CGNakibe: Ah, yes. Certainly sir.
Deus Fio: Now, if you'll just follow me, we can attempt to get started. Unless another walking headache with a mustache leaps out from behind a corner and assaults me with rug prices or some other such absurd thing.
Der DWSage: ...Chance of it being in Beldran?
Deus Fio: Of what being in Beldre? The tour?
Lithaladhwen: *stands and pulls her bag onto her shoulder, waiting patiently for more direction*
Der DWSage: No, no. The...paper. Quest...questioning?
A Rockin SN: Questionnaire, you mean?
Der DWSage: *Nods*
Der DWSage: Sorry. Second language.
CGNakibe: Hm. *gracefully hops to her feet, dusting off her robes. They DO get dusty rather quickly*
Deus Fio: 9_9 We'll talk about that. It's not long, and I know a scribe who can translate for me, so maybe.
Der DWSage: *Nods, standing up*
Deus Fio: Right. Follow me, ladies and gentlemen.
CGNakibe: *nods and follows the money man*
Der DWSage: *Also follows!*
A Rockin SN: *follows the money man too!*
Deus Fio: *close to the waiting room is a branch in the hallway* Through here is the barracks, where those of you who opt to stay here in the manor are going to be bunking.
Der DWSage: *Clank, clank, clank*
Arch mage144: *follow, look, shrug*
Deus Fio: As you may or may not have read in the questionnaire, beds are available, and it's well-heated, which is usually a deal-sealer come winter.
Arch mage144: My bodyguard will have to stay outside. *shrugs again*
Arch mage144: No matter.
CGNakibe: I am certain said bodyguard would not be necessary for the present.
Arch mage144: *side glance* Precisely why I can afford to have him stay outside.
Deus Fio: Bodyg-...oh, yes, we had this discussion already, the two of us. Indeed.
Arch mage144: There are no beds his...size.
Lithaladhwen: ...*smirks* His size?
Deus Fio: *There is, perhaps, a shadow of apprehension passing over Mr. Rostrian's face as he utters those words.*
Arch mage144: I would gesture to indicate his height, but my arms are not quite that long.
Der DWSage: ...Giant?
Deus Fio: *clears his throat* Continuing on, I have something quite impressive to show you, especially those of you interested in the study of magical artifacts.
Arch mage144: Superb intuition.
Deus Fio: *The group arrives at a double door, which Zame unlocks with a key on his ring.*
A Rockin SN: IM: Showoff.
Deus Fio: *The room within is revealed as being small and dominated by a pool.*
Der DWSage: *Is quiet, aside from the occasional clinking*
Deus Fio: *Assuming the word "pool" doesn't require a minimum size, that is.*
Deus Fio: *Two or three could fit in it. Four, awkwardly. Five if they were really friendly. Six if currently engaged in an orgy.*
Lithaladhwen: (Mmm. Orgy.)
Arch mage144: Is this a subtle hint that you require your employees to bathe?
Lithaladhwen: *represses a laugh*
Der DWSage: *Concentrates a moment-and then snickers*
Deus Fio: *Zame chuckles at that.* I wouldn't keep the washroom locked.
Deus Fio: >_> <_<
Deus Fio: Do please bathe, however.
Der DWSage: 6.6
Lithaladhwen: Noted. *salute*
A Rockin SN: *yawns*
Der DWSage: o.o I bathed this month...
Lithaladhwen: *chuckles*
CGNakibe: Unfortunately I do not believe he means once a month, sir.
Arch mage144: *looks briefly at Tolaris, shrugs, and looks back at the pool*
Deus Fio: *Several vials and flasks sit on two shelves on a wall. One shelf is devoted particularly to containers of clear liquid, the other to salts of various description.*
Der DWSage: *Nods* Kay...
A Rockin SN: *gives the vials a look*
Deus Fio: *It is to this shelf that Zame goes, grabbing a large flask of a clear liquid.*
Deus Fio: May I borrow someone's weapon? I didn't carry one with me today for fear that a certain courier would wind up having to hold his organs in.
Lithaladhwen: IM: What the...
Der DWSage: *Takes a knife out, hands it to Zane*
Lithaladhwen: *pulls her bag off her shoulder and pulls out a hand sickle* Um. Here, I guess.
CGNakibe: It looks like there was much wisdom in that decision, then. I trust that you have some reason for keeping him on?
Lithaladhwen: (Ah, scratch.)
Deus Fio: Choices, choices.
Der DWSage: Paperwork?
Deus Fio: >_> Oh, he's not one of mine.
Arch mage144: It's simpler to employ couriers who don't have organs.
Deus Fio: He's a particularly annoying employee of a particularly annoying client.
Lithaladhwen: ...*just looks over at Elaith, studying him a bit*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Yeah. That seems about right.
Der DWSage: ...Like...heard it in school...<Unseen Servants?>
Der DWSage: *The last two words said in Beldran, natch*
Deus Fio: (*Beldre)
Deus Fio: *takes the offered knife from Tolaris*
Lithaladhwen: (The language of Beldre isn't Beldran?)
Arch mage144: No.
Deus Fio: (Beldre isn't a country.)
Lithaladhwen: *puts her sickle back*
Lithaladhwen: (Aha.)
Deus Fio: (It's a language itself.)
CGNakibe: Ah. I see.
Arch mage144: (Lucky for you, Elaith speaks Beldre.)
Der DWSage: (Beldre is the name of the language-I'd assumed Beldran would be referring to the tongue.)
Der DWSage: *Shrugs*
Deus Fio: (Spoken on the west coast of the continent, starting from about the center down.)
Deus Fio: (Both Elaith and Tolaris happen to be from there.)
Deus Fio: Observe.
Lithaladhwen: (Woo!)
Deus Fio: *He gashes himself on the hand with a grunt, then offers the knife back.*
Arch mage144: *watching intently*
Der DWSage: ...Looks painful. *Takes it back, wipes it off, puts it back in the small sheath on his belt*
Deus Fio: *pours the liquid into the pool, then dips his hand in*
Arch mage144: IM: Obvious.
Deus Fio: *The gash is reduced to an angry red cut when it is pulled out.*
Der DWSage: Healing potion?
Arch mage144: An excessively dramatic display, to say the least.
A Rockin SN: No kidding.
Deus Fio: Perhaps.
Deus Fio: *puts his hand back in*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Okay. So he has a magical thing. Whoa, man. Let me contain myself.
Deus Fio: Except for one fact I haven't explained yet.
Lithaladhwen: IM: He might just give me the vapors and I could swoon from astonishment.
CGNakibe: Definitely interesting to watch once or t wice, I think.
Deus Fio: The healing potion I poured into the pool could have healed my hand if I had drunk it.
Deus Fio: Poured into the pool, however, it could heal ten such wounds.
Deus Fio: The magic in the pool amplifies the effects of a healing potion poured into it.
Arch mage144: IM: If anyone puts me in there, and I survive, I will kill them myself and use their corpse for...personal recreation.
Lithaladhwen: (XD)
Lithaladhwen: (Let me get right on that, Elaith.)
Der DWSage: Huh.
Der DWSage: That's useful.
Arch mage144: Yes.
A Rockin SN: I see.
CGNakibe: Better to not need such things, though.
Lithaladhwen: And if you drop in a potion that isn't for healing?
Lithaladhwen: IM: I want to drop in enchantment potions. Ooh. Or...
Lithaladhwen: IM: Spells to summon undead.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I wonder what'd happen.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I wonder which kinds of spells you can stretch that way and which you can't.
Der DWSage: ...What happens if you cast spells at it?
CGNakibe: IM: I can see the disasters building one at a time here...
CGNakibe: *sighs*
Lithaladhwen: IM: *the mad scientist wheels begin turning*
A Rockin SN: IM: Hrmmm. Definitely interesting.
Thramkalith: ( And to think that all Erik was concerned with was how much they were going to charge them to use it :p )
A Rockin SN: IM: *begins money-making scheme*
Deus Fio has left the room.
Arch mage144: (Step 1: Magic pool.)
Arch mage144: (Step 2: ????)
Arch mage144: (Step 3: Profit)
Lithaladhwen: (I smell a pyramid scheme)
CGNakibe: (No no. Step 2 is clearly: *muttered words and phrases*)
Lithaladhwen: (Let's get on that business right the fuck now.)
A Rockin SN: (Dude, you have something that amplifies magic effects. How is that not easy money?)
Der DWSage: (<_< He'll charge you every use-and the other mercenaries will get cross if you don't share?)
A Rockin SN: (>_> <_< Shhh.)
Deus Fio has entered the room.
Lithaladhwen: (Hey Spleen!)
Deus Fio: (Power went out.)
Lithaladhwen: (I am keep log.)
Lithaladhwen: (*nodnod*)
Deus Fio: (Got nothing after Lithaladhwen: (Let me get right on that, Elaith.))
Lithaladhwen: (I'll update you.)
Deus Fio: (A female friend gave me a call with ridiculously bad relationship trouble.)
Deus Fio: (I'm gonna need a minute >_>)
Deus Fio: (Just a minute.)
Arch mage144: (Take all the time you need. RL > tubes)
Lithaladhwen: (So you're that guy.)
Der DWSage: (Indeed.)
Arch mage144: (Unless of course you don't feel like being that guy)
A Rockin SN: (Blah. :[ )
A Rockin SN: (God, I'm tired though.. :[ )
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, it's late where you are.)
Deus Fio: (I know. Dan. I'm sorry. She's reached the point where I've just gotta make comforting noises.)
A Rockin SN: (Can I rest and join in later? :[ )
Deus Fio: (So I can RP.)
A Rockin SN: (Heh.)
Lithaladhwen: (Support your surrogate girlfriend. We'll be here tonight or another night.)
Lithaladhwen: (We're always here. She kinda needs you now.)
Der DWSage: (As Ashley said. Her Emotion Grid is working at full capacity.)
A Rockin SN: (Yeah. Well, I'll finish the sheet by tomorrow hopefully.)
A Rockin SN: (I got my feats skills and shit written down, need spells and equipment)
Deus Fio: A potion that uses anything but positive energy won't work in there. It's partly planar.
Der DWSage: ...What about spells?
Lithaladhwen: *you could swear Zea pouts a little at that*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Damn.
A Rockin SN: Hmm.
CGNakibe: This could be helpful in emergencies, then ,if nothing else.
Deus Fio: We haven't figured out how to do it with a spell. It seems to be a potion or bust.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Oh! So it doesn't necessarily not work. They just haven't figured it out.
Lithaladhwen: IM: People give up on these things too easily.
A Rockin SN: (I'm sorry, I can't go. NPC my character for this session please spleen?)
Deus Fio: (No prob.)
Arch mage144: IM: Planar? Intriguing.
A Rockin SN has left the room.
Der DWSage: 6.6 Hrm...
Deus Fio: It's meant to keep you all in top shape between missions. Cuts down on the expense of healing.
Der DWSage: *Nods*
Thramkalith: ( I cast "Mordenkinens Disjunction!")
Arch mage144: IM: Perhaps I can get a refund. I won't be needing it. *internal smirk*
Deus Fio: (NO DISJUNCTIONS IN THE POOL AREA.)
Lithaladhwen: (No running or disjoining around the pool.)
Arch mage144: (What happens if you pee in it?)
Lithaladhwen: (....)
Deus Fio: (Eww.)
Thramkalith: ( Perhaps it manefies the power of your euthria by 10 )
CGNakibe: (Do not drink the yellow holy water)
Thramkalith: ( ... My spelling needs work tonight )
Lithaladhwen: (Urethra.)
Thramkalith: ( Magnifies, too )
Deus Fio: (Doug's character found out that you do not drink the water.)
Deus Fio: (The salts on the shelves are in the pool.)
Lithaladhwen: (So. Things. Let's do them.)
Der DWSage: So. Cool potion water.
Deus Fio: Any questions about the pool?
Der DWSage: *Headshake*
Arch mage144: No.
Lithaladhwen: Not at the moment.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Not until I have more information.
Deus Fio: Huh. The last tour group made it the main focus.
Deus Fio: Moving on, then. *exits/8
Deus Fio: **
Lithaladhwen: If I were going to perform bizarre experiments on integral parts of your operation, I wouldn't do it on the first day.
Arch mage144: *slight smirk*
Deus Fio: <_< ...
Der DWSage: Might take a glass later. It's interesting.
Arch mage144: I have no questions because I won't be needing your pool.
Arch mage144: Forgive my lack of interest.
Der DWSage: ...I don't think I would understand an answer anyway.
Deus Fio: Oh, and try not to leave anyone in the pool unconscious.
Deus Fio: They can drown.
Deus Fio: The magic of the pool works slowly enough that they'll just drown more slowly.
Der DWSage: Huh.
Lithaladhwen: Hm. *head tilt*
Lithaladhwen: That's very interesting.
Arch mage144: Fascinating.
Deus Fio: Okay. This through here is my office.
Deus Fio: I keep it locked when I'm not in it.
Der DWSage: Sensible.
Deus Fio: If I am, knock first, I could be busy.
Deus Fio: That office across the hall is Ben's. If I'm not around, bother him.
Deus Fio: Usually he follows me around, though.
Thramkalith: ( But remember! You're not supposed to be busy behind doors )
Der DWSage: *Simply listens. It's getting bothersome to talk...*
Deus Fio: There's the kitchen and dining room for the mercenaries.
Deus Fio has left the room.
T3chn0Namagomi: (*shoots Thram*)
Deus Fio has entered the room.
Arch mage144: *idly raises his hand, as though he's going to ask a question*
Deus Fio: Yes?
Arch mage144: What can you tell me about the nearest town?
Deus Fio: >_> Lenga?
Deus Fio: The...capital of Gorland?
Arch mage144: Yes. I would like to know more about its inhabitants.
Arch mage144: This is my first time travelling to the capital.
Deus Fio: City people.
Arch mage144: As I suspected. Suitable.
Deus Fio: Politicians, traders - big trading center, Lenga - laborers...city people.
Deus Fio: It's Gorland, so adventurers, too.
Arch mage144: Very well. This should be a comfortable place for myself and my business associate.
Deus Fio: >_>
Deus Fio: Right. Let's continue.
Der DWSage: IM:Huge, no internal organs, needs accomodations...
Der DWSage: IM:...Ah! Must be a golem.
Deus Fio: That's the main dining room through there.
Deus Fio: We
Deus Fio: *We'll be holding meetings in there.
Arch mage144: I presume we'll be eating there, as well.
Deus Fio: The meeting room is in a bad spot.
Deus Fio: (Der DWSage: *Simply listens. It's getting bothersome to talk...*DeusFio: There's the kitchen and dining room for the mercenaries.)
Deus Fio: (I was disconnected right after, sorry.)
Der DWSage: (...All that happened was a single OOC line.)
Arch mage144: I see.
Deus Fio: The meeting room's the best defensive position in the manor, though.
Arch mage144: *quirks an eyebrow* Are we expecting an invasion?
Deus Fio: We kill things.
Deus Fio: For a living.
Lithaladhwen: IM: And some of us borrow what's left for bizarre procedures and experiments. But who's counting.
Deus Fio: We'll make an enemy or two, I expect.
CGNakibe: All in all I'd say that this place is definitely... different than expected.
Arch mage144: *looks around* Yes, your point is understood.
Arch mage144: My question is not answered, however. Do we need...a standing army? Defensive fortifications and strategies? You are being vague, Mister Rostrian.
Arch mage144: I am curious as to how much I am...sticking my neck out...by working for you.
Lithaladhwen: I think attacking a guild of mercenaries would probably be a mistake.
Lithaladhwen: And I think any potential enemies would know that.
Der DWSage: ...And they'd plan for it.
Der DWSage: If they're gonna attack...
Arch mage144: I have little faith in the intellect of the majority and great faith in their falliability.
Der DWSage: *Shrugs*
Deus Fio: (One sec.)
Arch mage144: They cannot be relied upon to do things correctly, but they can be relied upon to make "mistakes."
Lithaladhwen: (Defending the stronghold ain't like dustin' crops, boy.)
CGNakibe: A rather cynical outlook, I must say.
Der DWSage: You have no faith in hard-working people...
CGNakibe: Personally I would imagine that most of you, and as such the REST of this outfit, would at least be as competent at what you do as myself.
Arch mage144: I have great faith in hard-working people.
Arch mage144: I simply do not confuse tenacity and persistence for intelligence.
Deus Fio: (Okay. Girl's gone.)
Der DWSage: (*Nods*)
Deus Fio: Essentially, the fact that we have a designated place where we can be safe is a safeguard measure.
Deus Fio: Ideally, this building would be the last place the Phoenix Talon would hole up, and furthermore ideally we should never even need to hole up.
Arch mage144: *looks around the room* I would prefer to arrange proper defenses long before that becomes a necessity.
Deus Fio: Right.
Arch mage144: I can do so at minimal cost, if desired.
Deus Fio: I think what's in the room will be fine. There are some surprises in there that only I know about.
Lithaladhwen: (Unless this building is haunted, Zea has other places to stay for now.)
Deus Fio: But if we ever need to turn this place into a fortress, it's to you I'll turn.
Arch mage144: As you wish.
Lithaladhwen: (And that's when Vader realized....)
Deus Fio: Moving on with the tour.
Lithaladhwen: (When Fett told him, "As you wish," what he really meant was....)
Lithaladhwen: (I love you.)
Deus Fio: *walks on*
Thramkalith: ( "And this time... No disintigrations."
Deus Fio: Here's the supply closet, which doubles as something like an armory.
Der DWSage: *Follows, follows!*
Thramkalith: )
Deus Fio: Since all the employees joined up fully armed, it doesn't have weapons in it.
Lithaladhwen: (As you wish. =3 )
Deus Fio: Except for the ballista.
Lithaladhwen: I don't need ballista.
Deus Fio: The first tour group was underwhelmed by the ballista, too.
Deus Fio: I should note we have bolts tipped with adamantine for it.
Der DWSage: Adam...antine?
Lithaladhwen: Well, if I were into ballista I'd be thrilled you've got them. As it is I'm just kind of... glad someone is into ballista.
Lithaladhwen: So that I don't have to be.
Deus Fio: Right. We do have a siege engineer on the payroll.
Lithaladhwen: IM: I'd almost rather just walk around myself and find all the weird things on my own.
Arch mage144: IM: *mental image of his bodyguard carting the ballista around as a light crossbow*
Lithaladhwen: (Heh.)
Deus Fio: The library is through this door. It's not well-stocked right now, except for a very good atlas.
Deus Fio: You'd be better off walking two miles to the National Library.
Deus Fio: Unless what you need is the capital of Letiko.
Der DWSage: <_<
Deus Fio: Our exercise room is through there, and that door leads to the servants' quarters and the meeting room that we won't use.
Deus Fio: Why the architect made it that room I have no idea.
Deus Fio: I believe that wraps up the tour.
Der DWSage: Underpaid?
Deus Fio: Any questions?
Deus Fio: <_< Perhaps.
Lithaladhwen: None here.
Der DWSage: ...Do we have to pay for food, or is it deducted from a...erm. What's the word...debit? Bill?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Nothing I can ask publicly. I'd be better off finding out for myself.
Deus Fio: Paycheck?
Der DWSage: Close enough.
Deus Fio: I wouldn't call what's in the kitchen gourmet, but it's servicable.
Deus Fio: I wouldn't eat here every day.
Deus Fio: But if you do, you won't have to pay for it.
Der DWSage: *Nods*
CGNakibe: Well, that may be one more thing to recommend it, I suppose.
Arch mage144: Noted.
Lithaladhwen: (Yeeeeup.)
Deus Fio: Is everyone satisfied?
Der DWSage: *Nods*
Lithaladhwen: I can probably figure out the rest.
Deus Fio: Good.
Lithaladhwen: If not I'll ask.
Deus Fio: Very well.
Deus Fio: Those of you staying can move into the barracks now, if you'd like.
Deus Fio: I need to go to my office and plot to kill a certain merchant.
Der DWSage: I'd say use an axe. More satisfying.
Arch mage144: That is acceptable. I'll find a suitable place.
Deus Fio: (If you'd like to continue with CI and stuff, I can bring in my Scout.)
Lithaladhwen: IM: I really want to know if they've got a lab. But I reeeally can't ask yet.
Der DWSage: ...Oh. One more thing.
Deus Fio: Hmm?
Deus Fio: <_<
CGNakibe: I believe the barracks will be fine for my purposes.
Der DWSage: Outhouses, or bathrooms?
Deus Fio: *laughs* Bathrooms. New ones. Shiny copper pipes.
Lithaladhwen: (I'm ambivalent. On the one hand it would be nice to do something, but on the other I think I've probably had my fill for the night.)
Deus Fio: (Sorry if it was boring. I'd be a bad tour guide in real life, too.)
Der DWSage: *Nods*
Deus Fio: (But hopefully your characters are now better-prepared to face the challenges before them? Or something?)
Der DWSage: (They vaguely know each other, at least.)
Deus Fio: (That was pretty important, too.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anything Zea would actually care about knowing she can't ask yet. So there's really nothing of relevance for her to learn with this.)
Deus Fio: (Sorry about having to distract myself. Alexandra's in sort of a bad way with this guy who has done this to her before and a dozen girls before and since then.)
Der DWSage: *Turns to Brian's character* You're that skilled making <golems?>
CGNakibe: (Ciele is kinda like I am IRL in some ways. And I'm distracted by other concerns.)
Der DWSage: (Sledhammer to the face.)
Der DWSage: (Sledge, too.)
CGNakibe: (Mostly she'll "happen" to be around while others ask important questions, so that she can know things without asking)
Lithaladhwen: (I've stopped trying to help most of the females in my life with "relationship" problems. It doesn't work.)
Lithaladhwen: (And right now I don't have the stamina to be an engine of merriment in a CI.)
Lithaladhwen: (So I'm here if someone else wants to do it in my stead.)
Der DWSage: (Makes me wish I'd splurged on Tol's skill points.)
Deus Fio: (My character's got some manic energy to him.)
Deus Fio: (Sage: Take it next level.)
Der DWSage: (Hell yes.)
Deus Fio: (So he can be an engine of merriment. And probably piss several people off, but not worse than Thram did with Erik.)
Thramkalith: ( >_> )
Deus Fio: (:D)
Deus Fio: (Zame seriously just stopped listening.)
Der DWSage: (...I see.)
Thramkalith: ( >_> Thanks a lot, Spleen :p )
Deus Fio: (He's a diplomat, so he knows how to feign interest.)
Arch mage144: <Golems>? *blinks* No, of course not.
Der DWSage: Oh. Then...wait.
Der DWSage: Servants, magic make, no organs...
Deus Fio: (Aww, c'mon, Thram. You know I love you, man.)
Der DWSage: *Scratches his head* What's left? <Elementals> and skeletons?
Deus Fio: (I'm sort of picturing Tolaris with an Eastern European accent.)
Deus Fio: (Saying "ehhh" before words a lot.)
Arch mage144: Process of elimination seems to serve you well.
Arch mage144: Skeletons, of course. As a baseline, that is.
Thramkalith: ( I dunno, did Erik sound... Right? )
Der DWSage: Oh. Huh.
Thramkalith: ( I mean, a little touched, perhaps, but that's besides the point :p )
Lithaladhwen: *long look over at Elaith*
Lithaladhwen: Hm. *nods to herself*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Well there's one person who won't care.
Arch mage144: The dead should serve the purposes of the living.
Der DWSage: o_o
Lithaladhwen: You have an interesting specialty, Mr. ...Thenswick, was it?
Arch mage144: Yes. Thenswick. *puts his glasses back on*
Der DWSage: Very. And...oh, what's the word. Interesting...beliefs.
Deus Fio: <Larifien Starfinder>
Deus Fio: (Did you guys move out of the middle of the hall?)
Thramkalith: ( Besides the fact that it's generally considered a horrible defilement of the souls of the daed )
Lithaladhwen: (Now, now. Zea is very concerned about the souls of the dead. Whatever they leave behind? That's just meat.)
Lithaladhwen: The dead have their place. *nods*
Deus Fio: (Actually, in this setting, the souls of those whose bodies have been made into undead get relocated to a far less awesome eternity.)
Arch mage144: Yes, they certainly do.
Thramkalith: ( It's generally considered that the energy that keeps an undead animated after the originall spell is cast comes from defiling it's soul. )
Thramkalith: ( I mean, considering how one raises ghosts from corpses, the connection is clearly there )
Arch mage144: (Generally considered by whom?)
Der DWSage: *Shakes his head a bit, looking over at his scythe*
Lithaladhwen: (Is this general knowledge that you opted not to give to the character playing a cleric necromancer, Spleen?)
Thramkalith: ( Well, apparently the setting for starters )
Lithaladhwen: (Because I think mebbe it would've been nice.)
Thramkalith: ( Because it is pretty DnD standard, setting regardless, though most undead simply don't get an afterlife )
Der DWSage: ...I probably shouldn't speak.
Arch mage144: (I...don't think you're correct about that.)
Lithaladhwen: (He's not. Only wraiths fall under that.)
Deus Fio: (Read "Kel'vlash" in the Wiki stuff.)
Arch mage144: (I was talking to Thram, what you do in your setting's your business.)
Deus Fio: (I probably ought to have made it more prominent. I can remove it, if it would make Zea's dichotomy less irritating to you.)
Thramkalith: ( Again, somewhat setting dependant, but most of the stuff I've run into suggests that they're at least... Suspended from their rest until the being is destroyed )
Lithaladhwen: (Eh. Fuck it.)
Lithaladhwen: (No, it just makes her largely unplayable as I've adapted her. I'll make another character at some point. I just won't play her.)
Deus Fio: (We can say there are ways around that that Zea would have had well-documented.)
Deus Fio: (Most creators of undead don't care enough to opt out of sending the souls to Kel'vlash.)
Lithaladhwen: (She would. Given the whole, y'know. Point of her character concept.)
Der DWSage: So! Another topic. Why'd you be a, erm, Mercenary?
Lithaladhwen: (Doesn't change the fact that at this point I'm realizing she still doesn't work.)
Lithaladhwen: (Meh. I don't need to be in another RP anyway. I'm already in ten.)
Deus Fio: (I can accomodate you if you tell me what changes you'd need.)
Lithaladhwen: (We can take it to IM if you want.)
Deus Fio: (Sure.)
Arch mage144: *just stares at Tolaris for a moment*
Arch mage144: Entertainment.
Der DWSage: ...That's...interesting.
Arch mage144: Not a complete answer, of course.
Arch mage144: And yourself?
Thramkalith: "Yeah, some people are just too embarassed to say they're in it for the money, ya know." *A voice came from... About three and a half feet off the ground.*
Der DWSage: 6.6
Der DWSage: ...I'm not. I do need money.
Arch mage144: Financial resources are a legitimate concern.
Thramkalith: "Good attitude to have, hey?"
Der DWSage: *Sighs* You...speak fast.
Deus Fio: Entertainment and money seem to blur together for me, at times.
Arch mage144: Yes, so they would.
Thramkalith: "I get that sometimes, but then I think that mabbie it's just... You know, other people who work slow, yeah? Never quite sure, though."
Arch mage144: I have things to move into my quarters. If you need me, I'll be there. You most likely will not.
Arch mage144: *nods slightly and departs*
Thramkalith: "He's a grim sort of guy, hey? Doesn't seem like a friendly sort, even I notice, that's all sorts of a sign. And oh what a sign it is."
Deus Fio: *Crap, when did an elf get here?*
Deus Fio: *He's the sneaky sort, it seems.*
Der DWSage: *Nods to the Necromancer, then rubs his ears a bit*
OnlineHost: Der DWSage rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Der DWSage: ...I understood every other word. This is not my first language...
Lithaladhwen: *gives a brief bow* If you'll excuse me.
Der DWSage: Oh. Right. Goodnight, miss.
Thramkalith: "Have a good evening and all that."
Lithaladhwen: *hurries after the necromancer*
Deus Fio: Why should I stay here now, with the supply of beautiful women cut so short?
Arch mage144: *Meanwhile, Elaith works (notably without assistance) to unload various things from a silver-encrusted black carriage out front*
Thramkalith: "I don't know, but some would say that sort of attitude is... Shallow, hey? We're all working companions here, or something like that, so we should do our best to get along..."
Lithaladhwen: *stands outside and watches Elaith*
Der DWSage: <_< You know what he's saying?
Lithaladhwen: *is standing quite demurely with her pack held down in front of her in both hands*
Lithaladhwen: Do you want a hand?
Arch mage144: *peers at the girl over his glasses* That depends if you're going to offer me an entire set.
Lithaladhwen: *glances over her shoulder like she's trying to see if anyone's nearby*
Lithaladhwen: Well. Not mine.
Arch mage144: *he gestures and mutters, conjuring a translucent hand-like projection that floats over to Zea and taps her on the shoulder*
Lithaladhwen: I need mine.
Thramkalith: ( I assume Sage's character is talking to Spleen's? >_> )
Arch mage144: *the hand, being incorporeal, is probably not something she notices aside from seeing it*
Lithaladhwen: *blinks at it*
Deus Fio: >_> It seems you've got something of an accent there.
Der DWSage: (He is.)
OnlineHost: Deus Fio rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
Arch mage144: Not terribly useful for heavy lifting, a single hand.
Der DWSage: Yeah. Not from around here.
Deus Fio: Beldre, my guess? Southwest somewheres?
Der DWSage: *Nods*
Arch mage144: I have relatively few personal effects that need transporting. *gestures* A few trunks, at most. If it were really an inconvenience to do so, I would have a servant handle it.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. Those tend to weird people out. Sometimes it's easier just to have a living person help out.
Deus Fio: Where in? I passed through Lotia once.
Lithaladhwen: So do you want some help or not? *smirk*
Arch mage144: If you have nothing else to do but stand there.
Lithaladhwen: I don't think they have a lab here, and I don't know that I trust their food yet. So if I'm not playing or eating... might as well do something.
Arch mage144: *picks up a large black trunk and starts carrying it toward the barracks* I see.
Arch mage144: IM: Playing?
Deus Fio: Didn't pick up the language, but you guys have that distinctive way you pronounce words. It's the "r"'s, I think.
Lithaladhwen: *goes to pick up... something.*
Thramkalith: *Erik watches the two talking more slowly, considering quietly.*
Der DWSage: Kuvich. Real little farming place.
Arch mage144: *Zea might notice that one of the floorboards of the carriage is loose and has been pulled up somewhat*
Lithaladhwen: *doesn't question it, doesn't think about it, pretends she didn't notice*
Lithaladhwen: *she knows what she'd keep in there*
Deus Fio: Oh, way down.
Der DWSage: *Taps his breastplate, where that symbol is* And I learned that people don't know who Defekast is.
Deus Fio: (I can't find where I wrote down Larifien's skills, but I remember Knowledge (geography) being involved.)
Arch mage144: *upon reaching the barracks, drops the trunk and shoves it under a bunk*
Lithaladhwen: *just puts down whatever box or bag she took and heads back for more*
Arch mage144: (Elaith: I have too much junk in my trunk.)
Deus Fio: (Okay, so I talked to Ashley and I changed the undead thing. Now Kel'vlash takes only the souls of people who were turned into undead by a necromancer or cleric acting in Kel'vlash's name.)
Lithaladhwen: (Pffff)
Lithaladhwen: (I still say that's super mean.)
Lithaladhwen: (People shouldn't do that. Zea will kill the everloving crap out of them.)
Deus Fio: (So unless Elaith takes to carrying around a holy symbol of Kel'vlash when he makes his undead, they're square.)
Lithaladhwen: (I think he rocks out with Redo, actually.)
Arch mage144: (No. Though he wears a silver pendant with a closed gate design around his neck, but it's tucked into his clothing at the moment. However, yes. That's Redo.)
Deus Fio: (I thought he worshipped Siphrindar?)
Thramkalith: ( Heh, Erik doesn't have a god >_> )
Lithaladhwen: (Neither does Zea. She likes most of the gods of death. She just hasn't picked one.)
Deus Fio: (Zea should go through a phase where everything she does is in the name of Manzura-Cuara, because I like to say it.)
Lithaladhwen: (Zea: "Azerath, Manzura, Cuara!")
Deus Fio: (...)
Arch mage144: (He doesn't worship anyone in particular, I decided. It isn't really necessary to his concept. Most of the death gods are fine by him.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yay. I'm laughing now. Because I'm picturing this.)
Thramkalith: ( Erik doesn't have a god, he just has his... Lady, and I realize I'm leaning on Discworld )
Arch mage144: (Slavery is all fine, but he doesn't see things that way.)
Arch mage144: (Animating the dead isn't slavery.)
Thramkalith: ( Then again, not really my fault Luck is stereotypically female )
Arch mage144: (Just don't start praying to her.)
Deus Fio: (XD)
Thramkalith: ( Oh, he'd never pray to her, she takes good enough care of him without him doing anything :p )
Deus Fio: (Why do all of Thram's characters seem to gain incidentally Discworld-inspired traits?)
Deus Fio: (...clearly, Erik worships Cyander.)
Thramkalith: ( ... All of them? )
Lithaladhwen: *goes back to help the poor sissy wizard carry his shit inside*
Deus Fio: (Okay, this one and Keliel.)
Arch mage144: *It doesn't take that long for the poor sissy to unload his crap, there isn't really that much of it.*
Der DWSage: ...So, erm. I'm Tolaris.
Deus Fio: Larifien Starfinder.
Thramkalith: "Erik, Erik, ah... Green. Yeah."
Arch mage144: *Just chests and trunks containing your usual nonsense. Clothing. Incense and candelabrums. Copies of the Necronomicon. Whatever.*
Deus Fio: Son of Zaban in the line of Troseirias. You don't care.
Deus Fio: *A moment to describe this rather atypical elf.*
Deus Fio: *Black hair in a bowl cut, of all things.*
Arch mage144: (Should Elaith unpack the Tome of Eternal Darkness?)
Lithaladhwen: (NYORO~ON)
Thramkalith: ( That'd make him a good guy :p )
Deus Fio: *Earrings in his ears, several of them.*
Deus Fio: (If it weren't for the earrings, he'd look a little like Spock.)
Thramkalith: ( Probably screwed harder than someone in Call of Cthulu, but a good guy none thie less )
Arch mage144: (Clearly you haven't played Eternal Darkness)
Thramkalith: ( I beat it a couple times )
Der DWSage: Well, Tolaris Quirm-grandson of Danil Quirm.
Deus Fio: *Right now he's free of armor in a plain white shirt and tan pants. His boots are obviously very well-made and decorated.*
Arch mage144: (Elaith is like the lovechild of Pious Augustus and Hannibal Lecter.)
Lithaladhwen: (*shivers* Ooh.)
Thramkalith: ( Oh, right, I did forget Pious, they smash his statue so I forgot he had the book )
Lithaladhwen: *on one of her trips out, she notes the great big skeletal horses with undisguised amusement*
Thramkalith: ( And Pious was doing okay until he grabbed a solid chunk of evil incarnate )
Lithaladhwen: IM: And to think. Here I'll be with Enoch.
Deus Fio: *He looks the sort for magical boots.*
Arch mage144: *meanwhile, in the barracks, Elaith is clearly trying to figure out how to convert part of the room into a study*
Der DWSage: *Oh, right. Should I have mentioned Tol's cloak, while we're at it? It's a nice cloak.*
Deus Fio: *Across his back, despite his armorlessness, is a very fancy two-handed sword of some elven sort.*
Deus Fio: *It's sheathed, so you can't see the blade, but the hilt is built with an obvious front and back, suggesting a single cutting edge.*
Der DWSage: o.o So. Uh. Know how to use that?
Deus Fio: *The barracks are triples. Elaith currently has his own room.*
Lithaladhwen: *drops the last of his stuff inside on his bed or something*
Lithaladhwen: So how long have you had the horses?
Deus Fio: *He'll probably wind up with roommates soon, unless they get creeped out by his necromancerity.*
Deus Fio: What? My sword?
Thramkalith: ( Erik was never well described, I realize )
Der DWSage: *Nods*
Deus Fio: Hah! Gimme enough space to run and I'll fight anything.
Deus Fio: The faster I move, the better I fight.
Deus Fio: And then I stop moving, and suddenly you can't see a thing.
Arch mage144: *appears to be thinking about this*
Deus Fio: *Does he ever stop moving? He's fidgeting constantly.*
Thramkalith: "Mm, that's a bit of a dangerous setup isn't it? I mean, like, say you're in a crowded hall, or someone thows one of those, you know, tangle bags on you, what do you do then?"
Deus Fio: *Rubbing the tips of his ears, scratching his elbows, shifting his weight from foot to foot, stretching his neck.*
Arch mage144: I believe I had to animate those roughly a month ago.
Arch mage144: Replacements.
Der DWSage: Or if someone just gets close and grabs you by the shirt...
Deus Fio: Well, in that case I let stellar armored scythe-wielding gentlemen such as this one back me up.
Lithaladhwen: Hm. *nods* It's true that they last longer if you haven't tried to hybridize them with anything ...weird. Structural problems.
Deus Fio: *grins and gives a wink to Tolaris*
Lithaladhwen: You just... go around with those?
Der DWSage: And cut off your head with his arm?
Deus Fio: Huh?
Der DWSage: It's not easy to stop a slice with a scythe.
Deus Fio: Oh. Yeah.
Deus Fio: You said "arm".
Der DWSage: Well, if he's grabbing you.
Deus Fio: Oh, yeah, I get you now.
Deus Fio: Cut it off while you're cutting off the arm. Semantics. Hah.
Arch mage144: *slightly suspicious look at Zea* No structural problems this time, nothing "natural." Unless you'd like to count bludgeoning weapon damage.
Der DWSage: *Nods*
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. Ideally you don't have to deal with that when you're just trying to get from point A to point B.
Deus Fio: I didn't say it was a perfect plan.
Deus Fio: And I can fight standing still, just not as well.
Arch mage144: I normally prefer to rely on other methods of defense, despite the fact that the horses can take care of themselves.
Der DWSage: *Shrugs a bit* I'm best fighting those things...whatcha call 'em...
Der DWSage: <Treants.> Moving trees.
Deus Fio: (Sage...make the accent thicker. You're a whole point away from fluency.)
Lithaladhwen: *smirks a little at memories of some of her own guard "pets," including an undead mastiff with parts of a beholder fused into its head just for effect*
Deus Fio: Treants? Who'd wanna fight those?
Deus Fio: Did a Treant touch you when you were young?
Arch mage144: My bodyguard outside is usually sufficient.
Lithaladhwen: *low whistle* I would expect so.
Der DWSage: ...No. Swallowed this.
Der DWSage: *Pats the cloak*
Deus Fio: Oh.
Thramkalith: *Erik is, as is... Defining of his race, short. He looks rather... Carefree, but at the same time always seems to be watching everything, more as a habit than any sort of apparent paranoia.
Lithaladhwen: *spreads her hands* I don't generally advertise my work. Near as most people know I work with plants. The rest... people get creeped out. Makes things awkward.
Thramkalith: He wears bland colors, browns and greens, with a dapper cape, and two swords strapped
Thramkalith: at his waist, a larger blade, and a smaller long sword, both fitted to his smaller stature. Brown hair, green eyes, and a mouth that tends to either run constantly, or be totally silent.*
Deus Fio: (I'm trying my hardest to make Larifien energetic but saner than Boreas.)
Arch mage144: I see.
Arch mage144: Well. I have no reason to question your methods.
Thramkalith: ( Erik doesn't have a much... Common sense as the average human being )
Lithaladhwen: Didn't think so. I was kind of glad someone else around here works in my area. Means I won't have to be quite as sneaky about it all the time.
Deus Fio: So you're trying to pick up Gorlander talk, huh?
Lithaladhwen: That's just between you and me, though. They probably don't need to know all the details at this point.
Der DWSage: Yeah...heard there's lots currency.
Deus Fio: We fuck up our own language enough, I'd stick to learning it from a book.
Arch mage144: Yes, it will be quite easy to attribute happenings involving the undead to me, should you find it necessary to do so.
Lithaladhwen: *grins* I might. Promise I won't do anything to embarass you.
Deus Fio: *He talks very fast. Tolaris likely has trouble understanding him.*
Arch mage144: You don't have to make promises of that nature.
Deus Fio: *He does everything very fast.*
OnlineHost: Der DWSage rolled 1 20-sided die: 10
Der DWSage: *He's...picking it up, at least.*
Deus Fio: *Quite so.*
Thramkalith: "That, and not everyone talks exactly the same, hey? I mean, some people tend to use five words when ten would do. Or. I think it's the other way around.
Thramkalith: Doesn't matter though, point is, people are a falliable source. Yeah, that's it. Falliable."
Lithaladhwen: Incidentally... if you see any kind of lab space around here, could you let me know? I didn't want to ask because it's... well, a bizarre thing to ask, and it'd freak out the people signing my pay vouchers.
Der DWSage: *Rubs his forehead*
Deus Fio: Fallable. Three syllables.
Lithaladhwen: So I'd rather not be too open about my research until I know them better and they've had some time to get used to me.
Arch mage144: *peers at her over his glasses* As you wish.
Deus Fio: Mispronouncing words is a sign of an ignoramus.
Der DWSage: *Mutters under his breath* <Getting very damn hard to understand these two. By Autumn, which fate decided to pick on me by sending two of the fastest talkers my direction?>
Arch mage144: *looking around* This is not an ideal base of operations. The garrison is insufficient, no matter how many mercenaries may make this their transient home.
Thramkalith: ( That was more my spelling it wrong than anything indicative of Erik's inability to use decent sized words )
Deus Fio: (Roll with it.)
Lithaladhwen: *follows his gaze* Yeah. Kind of have to agree. I don't think I'd have any luck either.
Der DWSage: ...So! Is the kitchen ready?
Lithaladhwen: If I find anything better I'll let you know. I probably won't be staying here if I can help it
Deus Fio: I think we confused the big guy.
Der DWSage: You two talk fast.
Thramkalith: "'Tis? Oh, straight. 'Tis. Sorry, sometimes I don't pay enough attention, see? This just flow, and then occasionally they don't look right." *He shrugs* "But, in the end, it all works out. Always."
Der DWSage: With food, maybe you'll slow.
Der DWSage: ...Especially him.
Arch mage144: No, it would be most unsuitable for you, I think, to be surrounded by so many...rough, witless, ill-mannered men.
Deus Fio: Caelasa nude but you're big. What've you been eating, whole livestock?
Lithaladhwen: Men? Eh. They're manageable. *looks up around the ceiling at nothing in particular* Quiet, though.
Thramkalith: "Nude?" *Erik questions the strange phrasing.*
Der DWSage: Farmer's breakfast.
Lithaladhwen: IM: No whispering. Kind of nice.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway.
Der DWSage: Half a farm, all meal.
Lithaladhwen: I'll let you know if I find someplace where a person can work in peace.
Lithaladhwen: See you around?
Arch mage144: Of course.
Deus Fio: Yeah, I swear on goddesses in the buff. Are you a priest?
Lithaladhwen: *heads out with a little wave*
Arch mage144: *nods slightly*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Okay. So that's one down, and he's not so bad.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Have to check out the others eventually. See who I'm dealing with
Deus Fio: Goddesses with their clothes on are a different story.
Der DWSage: No. Using stuff from one...
Thramkalith: "Goodness me, no! I haven't counted on gods since I realized things started... Taking care of themselves."
Deus Fio: No, not you, Molasses.
Deus Fio: Uh-huh. Well if you're not a priest, you can't tell me I can't swear on Caelasa nude.
Lithaladhwen: (Where are you guys?)
Deus Fio: We had a statue of her in kind of a hot little outfit that my father used to pray to. I had my first wet dream about that statue.
Deus Fio: (Middle of the hallway.)
Thramkalith: "No no, it's just an... Odd choice of swear, you see. Yeah, 'tis."
Deus Fio: No joke. That was like sixty years ago.
Lithaladhwen: (Oh, yeah. She'd... wow. This is too good to miss.)
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Lithaladhwen: *overhears the words "first wet dream about that statue" and quickens her pace down the hall*
Der DWSage: *He's understanding most of this. He's missing some of the finer details-like the nudity, and the 'wet dream.'*
Lithaladhwen: IM: What in the abyss is going on?
Deus Fio: (Oh, fuck. It's 1:30.)
Deus Fio: (I totally have work in the morning.)
Lithaladhwen: (What time?)
Deus Fio: (I need to be out of the house by 7:55 to get there on time?)
Lithaladhwen: (Well, then go. I'm more or less done here anyway.)
Lithaladhwen: (We can do more stuff another time.)
Der DWSage: (Indeed.)
Thramkalith: "You know, though, I don't like to... Hey, pry into.. Yeah, uh... People's personal... Stuff. Yeeah..."
Deus Fio: (Okay.)
Thramkalith: ( Quite )
Lithaladhwen: (G'night, Spleen! Go forth to slumber and restful awesomeness. And wet dreams about statues.)
Deus Fio: (:D)
Der DWSage: (Indeed! Drink 'till she's hot!)
Deus Fio: (Thanks for sticking around, guys!)
Der DWSage: <I need a drink.>
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Der DWSage: (So. End RP?)
Lithaladhwen: (I will lurk and keep a log from here, since our GM was having massive "staying in the room" issues.)
Thramkalith: ( Well, I guess end RP )
Lithaladhwen: (Anyone else who wants one should poke me tomorrow and I'll send it.)
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Der DWSage: (Looks like...end. Thus, I'm off.)
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