You have just entered room "shoopdacirp."
Der DWSage has entered the room.
Deus Fio has entered the room.
Thramkalith has entered the room.
Der DWSage: (We now bring you to this irregularly scheduled RP.)
Der DWSage: (So, shall we begin? And I forget-was this color claimed by someone?)
MajorGeneralTso has entered the room.
MajorGeneralTso: (*Lurk Lurks*)
Der DWSage: (People need to respond, or something.)
Lithaladhwen: (RP Getto.)
Deus Fio: (Well I'd hope so, Ken. I mean, you're not in TUOB.)
MajorGeneralTso: (I realize that.)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah. You didn't go through orientation or anything.)
Deus Fio: (I dunno, Sage. Too many damn people in this RP.)
Thramkalith: ( Erik will be about >_> )
MajorGeneralTso: (Was there hazing?)
Der DWSage: <ANYWAY. The day is short, and the tour has finished-and there's a certain farmboy with a damn heaping tray of food. A heavy eater, this one.>
Lithaladhwen: (Yes. Of the walking tour variety.)
MajorGeneralTso: (Good thing I missed it then.)
Deus Fio: (There should be later in the RP.)
Der DWSage: <One wonders how he communicated well enough to even order it.>
Deus Fio: (I'm envisioning a latecomer to the RP getting the guided tour while being paddled by current members of the PTA.)
Deus Fio: (The rest of you avoided it because the first group were the first joiners. Well, them and Larifien, who is implied to have joined at around the same time.)
Lithaladhwen: *A young blue-haired personwomangirlthing is also there, and she seems to have procured an egg salad sandwich.*
Lithaladhwen: (Zea doesn't paddle people. You're confusing her for her mother.)
Deus Fio: (Doesn't have to be Zea.)
Der DWSage: *...And as the farmboy eats, alone and by himself, he also seems to be holding a quiet conversation with someone in an entirely different language-IE, Beldran.*
Deus Fio: (I mean, we know Erik and Larifien will do it.)
Deus Fio: (*Beldre)
T3chn0Namagomi has entered the room.
Thramkalith: ( Erik is more likely to stumble into the wrong places during the tours )
Lithaladhwen: (Hey Nama.)
Deus Fio: ("Bel dre" is Central Elven for "shore speak". The name stuck.)
Der DWSage: (I see.)
Deus Fio: (*totally just made that up right now*)
Der DWSage: (...I'm sure I'll mistake it again, though.)
Deus Fio: (It was thought of as a vulgar language until it spread to Lotia at about the same time as it became the place for rich people to live.)
Der DWSage: =I'm just not sure I'm cut out for this-I was helping out a few individuals, not taking jobs to fight in wars...or whatever they'll have me do.=
Lithaladhwen: *Zea looks around her at a room full of unfamiliar people, and after some vaguely paranoid glancing she surreptitiously puts on a pair of glasses.*
Lithaladhwen: *They seem to make her feel better.*
Der DWSage: *Zea totally sees that thing we talked about*
Deus Fio: <Larifien Starfinder>
Thramkalith: *The infamous hafling of the verbal runs was sitting in front of a pile of food almost larger than his head, though it rapidly shrank as he consumed it with gusto.*
Lithaladhwen: .....*looks at Tolaris' companion over her glasses, and then through her glasses, and then over her glasses again*
Der DWSage: *Continues to eat his whilst chatting with someone or no one, depending on who you are.*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Oooh, man.
Deus Fio: *Larifien had gone out and gotten food, it seems. There's a restaurant nearby that does some traditional elven dishes that he just can't get enough of, and he's got one in front of him.*
Lithaladhwen: *continues eating her sandwich, occasionally glancing back up at Tolaris and his friend*
Deus Fio: *It seems to be some kind of meat and grain preparation wrapped in large leaves of some variety, which on closer inspection are fairly heavily seasoned.*
Lithaladhwen: IM: I wonder if I could even communicate with that ghost. May not speak any language I know. Wouldn't that be a pain.
Der DWSage: *Sighs as he continues, actually turning to face this ghost as he speaks in Gorlish! Or Gorl-whatever.*
Der DWSage: Language is pain. Practice later...
Deus Fio: *It's cut into several sections and served with thin elven bread. Evidently the thing to do is to make sandwiches, which he does.*
Deus Fio: (Why am I describing Larifien's dinner? What the fuck is wrong with me?)
Der DWSage: (You're bored?)
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: *Looks at what Lorifen does, shakes his head and shouts over!*
Deus Fio: (Doesn't it sound delicious, though?)
Der DWSage: Better bread for juice soaking!
Lithaladhwen: *chews her lip and makes her decision*
Lithaladhwen: *brings her plate over by Tolaris* Hey.
Lithaladhwen: Name's Zea. Mind if I sit down?
Deus Fio: Good tsullaka is supposed to be completely dry, though.
Der DWSage: o.o Free country. Tolaris.
Der DWSage: >_> Good food have gravy. Like Momma make.
Der DWSage: (I have found that the only way I can accurately do Tolaris' accent is to base it off my co-workers.)
Deus Fio: Gravy. Blach.
Deus Fio: >_> *looks over to Erik* Oi, quiet for once?
Thramkalith: *Erik, by this point, has already finished his plate of food, and stretches.* "You people object to much about what people are eating. The idea of food, see, is to eat it, and enjoy what you enjoy while you can
Thramkalith: have it, and subsit off what you don't enjoy if you have nothing else."
Lithaladhwen: *glances over at Tolaris' ghost friend, trying to see if he notices her*
Der DWSage: *Takes another bite while el ghosty gives her a long, hard look*
Lithaladhwen: Tolaris?
Der DWSage: Hm?
Deus Fio: *to Erik* What're you eating? The chef's special, lard and beans?
Deus Fio: I hate the food here. Rostrian liec.
Deus Fio: *lied.
Deus Fio: It's probably my refined elven palate.
Lithaladhwen: You, um. Care to introduce your friend?
Der DWSage: =Boy, I think she can see me. If she starts chanting a spell, hit her in the head for me.=
Der DWSage: ...Yep, she can see you. Er, this is my great, great grandfather.
Thramkalith: "Something like that. It isn't great, but it's food, and it's here, and you can live eating it. That's what counts. I never object to an easily availible meal... Unless I thinks maybe the creator poisoned it."
Deus Fio: >_> *quietly* Oi, get a load of weird girl and Molasses. Match made in heaven?
Lithaladhwen: *touches her forehead in respect* Zea Mazuo.
Der DWSage: (Bah, forgot accent. Ah well.)
Lithaladhwen: (Hey! She hasn't done anything weird. Except help the necromancer load his creepy shit in.)
Der DWSage: *Gives a small salute* Tolaris Quirm Senior, lass. Steadfast Cleric of Defekast.
Der DWSage: *Speaks the language quite well, really. But he's got the same symbol of holiness on his chest-that of a bundle of grain-that Tolaris does*
Thramkalith: *Erik glances over silently.*
Der DWSage: (Naturally, everyone else only hears Tolaris Junior. Or sees him.)
Thramkalith: ( Is that the Elvenblade class that gives you a spirit blademaster, or is there some other reason for that? )
Deus Fio: (Fair enough. I mean, he would notice that she was hanging around Elaith and interested in what he was saying, though.)
Lithaladhwen: (Well, yeah. Necromancers gotta stick together, whether they know she is one or not.)
Deus Fio: (Bearer of the Ancestral Weapon, Thram.)
Lithaladhwen: (Also what deity is that? He's not on the list.)
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 20-sided die: 9
Lithaladhwen: (Does a 24 knowledge religion check tell her who he is?)
Der DWSage: (Very minor one of mine own making, approved by Spleen.)
Thramkalith: ( Oh, that's something else )
Lithaladhwen: *looks down to her sandwich when she speaks to avoid attracting attention from people who probably assume she's talking to Tolaris*
Deus Fio: (He's a god that watches over civilized farming.)
Deus Fio: (If you're putting in hard labor and making shit grow, you're in Defekast's favor.)
Lithaladhwen: I'm sure the blessings of your god would be most welcome in Clorey. Even giving what aid I can, it still isn't always easy for them.
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, well. She made friends with farmers. Plant cleric hoodoo, natch.)
Lithaladhwen: IM: I wonder what's kept his great-grandfather around this long.
Deus Fio: (She'd likely know Defekast anyway, then. I just neglected to put him on the list after Sage and I spoke about him.)
Lithaladhwen: (Sage IMed me.)
Der DWSage: *Nods* They are, actually. But at the same time, being with them isn't very...profitable.
Der DWSage: (I totally did. I'm assuming I'm allowed to make shit up about him.)
Deus Fio: (Motherfucker. I wish I had Larifien's sheet done so I can figure out his Listen bonus.)
Lithaladhwen: (Was that from Tolaris senior?)
Der DWSage: (Damn, damn, damn my forgetting about the accent.)
Der DWSage: (Scratch that.)
OnlineHost: Der DWSage rolled 1 20-sided die: 13
Deus Fio: (It's going to be respectable, I know that. Probably enough to be able to hear them pretty clearly from two tables away.)
Deus Fio: (Elven Scout, likely with a Skill Trick or two related to Listen.)
Der DWSage: *Has to concentrate a second, but eventually replies.* They are. But they...have little money.
Deus Fio: *Larifien grabs his food and slides into a seat next to Erik.* What's your take on all this?
Der DWSage: You had to go and mention the money...
Thramkalith: "I don't know, people are different, you get used to it. I mean, people stare at me like that someimes, never sure why though, still, people can be interesting, nothing wrong with that, right?"
Deus Fio: (Thinking about how the nation of Clorey stays around makes my brain hurt.)
Lithaladhwen: It's true, though.
Deus Fio: (Anyone who gains magic tower, tantamount to political influence in Clorey, is almost expected to build themselves a tower of some rare material and shut themselves up in it until they die.)
Lithaladhwen: But I was compensated by their good will. Helpful thing. In Clorey if you're not a wizard.... *shrugs*
Deus Fio: (Magic power, rather.)
Der DWSage: Yeah, but-No...I'll say.
Lithaladhwen: (Zea needs a tower with a vast subterranean network beneath it.)
Deus Fio: (Do you know how many sealed mage towers there are in Clorey that no one can get into?)
Deus Fio: (That's gotta affect the economy.)
Der DWSage: *Sets down his bite, sighs* Parents are in large debt. Joined this to help.
Der DWSage: (...Tourism?)
Lithaladhwen: *nods*
Deus Fio: (*imagines flying guided tours around Clorey to look at interesting mage towers)
Deus Fio: (*)
Der DWSage: ...And he fails to mention that his first thought was to simply sell my scythe-which, by the way, would've gotten you lynched the next day-and try to pay for it that way.
Lithaladhwen: *winces*
Der DWSage: *Blushes* Would work...
Lithaladhwen: Y'know I hadn't wanted to ask, but I was curious what kept you around. Is it the scythe?
Deus Fio: I didn't mean that. Not those two, I stopped caring.
Der DWSage: Not quite.
Deus Fio: I mean this whole being a mercenary...thing. Ever killed someone?
Der DWSage: I mean, the Scythe is the focus, but it's not what's keeping me here. It's more because my family's in trouble.
Lithaladhwen: Mmm. *nods*
Lithaladhwen: And when they're taken care of?
Thramkalith: "I forget, is it illegal to do that around here?" *Erik asks, thinking a little.*
Der DWSage: Depends. Maybe I'll go back to the celestial realms, sleep a while longer. Relax. Or maybe I'll help Tolaris grow up a little more...he's still wet behind the ears.
Lithaladhwen: *smirks*
Der DWSage: *Tries to hide his blush behind a forkful of food*
Lithaladhwen: I think at that point you'll have earned some rest.
Lithaladhwen: *seems to have momentarily forgotten Tolaris the younger is actually even there*
Deus Fio: Don't try and think about that.
Deus Fio: Eww.
Der DWSage: Probably. I have to admit though...I missed being a wandering priest. A lot more interesting, that's for sure.
Der DWSage: Rest is all fine and dandy...but the main tenet of our religion is work.
Deus Fio: Gorlish laws about our line of work are so convoluted that I can't believe the country doesn't collapse in on itself.
Lithaladhwen: I can see that. Sort of a free-range priestess myself.
Lithaladhwen: Don't really belong to anyone just yet.
Thramkalith: "Then maybe, probably outside of city limits, and they probably started it. Yeah..."
Lithaladhwen: I do some work with crops though. Sometimes.
Der DWSage: Oh? Admirable.
Der DWSage: ...I honestly would've guessed you to be a priestess of Redo. I think death has dulled my senses a bit.
Deus Fio: (Zea and Tolaris I remind me of Ake and Geod.)
Der DWSage: IM:...I think I'll just stay quiet and try to listen.
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs* Keeps the peace. And anyway, I like being fed as much as anyone else. The better success Clorey's farmers have, the better we all eat.
Lithaladhwen: And, um. *looks up at the ghost momentarily* You have a good eye.
Lithaladhwen: Keep it to yourself, though, if you could. I don't want it getting around.
Deus Fio: (The awkwardness of the owner of the sentient weapon sitting by and listening to the conversation going on between someone and their own equipment must be impressive indeed.)
Der DWSage: I doubt many others can hear me.
Der DWSage: (It is!)
Der DWSage: (And also, whups. Wrong color.)
Deus Fio: Put it this way: There's nothing we're going to do that's going to get us in trouble. I'd think Rostrian would be careful about that.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. Anything I do with undead is... not exactly public.
Lithaladhwen: Could cause me problems if it got out before I've got things sorted out.
Der DWSage: I see. Not generally a problem...
Der DWSage: *Shrugs* I was honestly more concerned with planted abominations when I was alive. There was a bit of a...conflict with a Druid who'd gone mad.
Deus Fio: We're registered, anyway. I don't understand what the Nation House's love affair with the citizen adventurer laws is all about, but it sure does us a lot of good.
Lithaladhwen: Oh?
Thramkalith: "Yeah, I'd assume so, but you never know, some of us could be sent off and used up, right?
Thramkalith: Brake some laws as part of our jobs, and then say we're a bunch of miscreants who went renegade. They don't have to pay us then either, nope."
Der DWSage: *Nods* Bastard said we didn't pay proper respect to life, claiming we should eat nothing but seed-bearing fruit-nevermind that it couldn't support all of us-and started a low-grade war with the city.
Deus Fio: Stop. You're gonna make me paranoid.
Der DWSage: I wasn't much older than Tolaris here, but I'd been in the militia for half a year-and I wasn't bad at it.
Lithaladhwen: .....
Lithaladhwen: *sighs*
Der DWSage: Long story short, I was in charge of destroying the plants that started screwing up our crops while someone else killed the Druid in a classic show-down.
Deus Fio: I'm bad enough without thinking my own boss is out to get me.
Lithaladhwen: Wow.
Lithaladhwen: I'm going to try not to think about what someone like that would think of me.
Thramkalith: *Erik laughs warmly* "Ah, see, that's just it, no use worrying about it. Things will work out anyways, just sometimes it's not a terrible thing to see it coming, yeah?"
Der DWSage: *Eyebrow quirk*
Der DWSage: *Well, at least a whisp of white appears over his eye in an arcing manner*
Deus Fio: *through gritted teeth* I'm going. To dig. An escape tunnel. From my dorm. Because of you.
Lithaladhwen: I... I have to be careful of druids. They can be touchy on doctrine.
Lithaladhwen: Let's just say that.
Der DWSage: ...Uh-huh. Well, you seem a smart, respectable young lady. So I'll let it slide.
Thramkalith: "Ah, tell me where your dorm room is, just in case." *He winks, conspiritorially.*
Der DWSage: (Spleen amuses me.)
Lithaladhwen: (Spleen has pleased me much. He has appeased me with offers of paranoia.)
Lithaladhwen: (I wish for his character to get to know Zea better.)
Deus Fio: Third door on the left. Don't have any roommates yet, thank Gred's bearded ass.
Der DWSage: But yeah. Turns out the guy was fey-touched, and was really just some old hermit.
Der DWSage: Crazy as hell still, but mostly harmless.
Deus Fio: ...one day a priest is going to hear me blaspheme against their god and I'm going to get some divine wrath pulled down upon me.
Der DWSage: Pity he had to die so that others didn't. Blasted fey.
Der DWSage: *Turns to Spleen's character while the conversation goes on*
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs* Everyone who dies does so that someone else can live.
Deus Fio: That's why I'm usually pretty good about only talking about the ones I think can take a joke.
Lithaladhwen: No real use in trying to stop it.
Der DWSage: One has. He does not care.
Deus Fio: <_< Which god? I didn't do a Lianderus or Oros one.
Der DWSage: *Shrugs* Defekast. God of Reward.
Der DWSage: ...Is right word?
Lithaladhwen: Harvest.
Der DWSage: Philosophical, aren't you?
Der DWSage: God of Harvest. Right.
Deus Fio: Oh, well, I've never done any blasphemy about your god.
Lithaladhwen: *grins and eats more of her sandwich*
Deus Fio: Want me to?
Thramkalith: *Erik seems to be mentally noting this information, quietly eager to benefit from someone else's work if neccessary., now just watching the others.*
Der DWSage: Doubt I would understand it.
Deus Fio: (Larifien's not actually paranoid. Boreas is, to a much greater degree.)
Der DWSage: But...paranoid. Haven't heard that word. It means...scared?
Lithaladhwen: (I know. He thinks Nicki is going to flip out and become evil.)
Deus Fio: (Larifien mostly just thinks really, really fast. Which is why people think he's off his rocker, especially because he's also an elf and they don't expect that.)
Der DWSage: (Erik's talk will make you paranoid. Erik's not paranoid, but he talks in a paranoid way...)
Der DWSage: (*Tries to make that fit the 'Spiderman dance' thing with so many syllables*)
Thramkalith: ( See, Erik doesn't really worry about stuff, but he thinks through things a lot, and goes "Hey! That could be a problem. Oh well, it'll be fine when it happens." )
Deus Fio: (He's got some of the classic signs of ADD, as well: restlessness, impulsivity, disorganization, etc.)
Deus Fio: (And unlike my brief stint attempting to make Seryntas conform to the textbook definition of schizophrenia, I can actually pull off an ADHD character.)
Thramkalith: ( Erik, honestly, took on quirks all his own when I finished designing him )
Deus Fio: (Yeah, so did Larifien. I should have tried harder to make sure he didn't hit this personality, though. I've done it to death.)
Deus Fio: (So I'm choosing to differentiate him from Boreas and Cole Camber now. Essentially he's going to be how either of them would have wound up as an elf.)
Der DWSage: So. You came over simply because you saw me, I'm guessing?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, I did.
Lithaladhwen: No offense, Tolaris.
Lithaladhwen: *to the live one*
Der DWSage: None received.
Deus Fio: (He flits from concern to concern, but he's so long-lived that people might not notice that part. To other elves, he's impossible, but to a human he sounds a lot like a human.)
Der DWSage: *Jabs his food*
Der DWSage: Makes me curious. Were you thinking I was tormenting him-any more than an unwanted relative does torture a child, anyway-or were you simply intrigued?
Lithaladhwen: (So he's the closest thing we'll find... to a hasty elf? =D )
Thramkalith: ( Hoooom... Hasty. )
Lithaladhwen: Wasn't sure. I know plenty of people in your position that are quite lovely to be around, and others that... um. Aren't. So I was curious.
Deus Fio: (Basically. He's the extreme of what Drizzt Do'Urden prided himself on before he discovered that it would lead to a burnout: He's an elf who lives day-to-day like a human.)
Deus Fio: (The theory, as far as he is concerned, being that he will then have so much more experience compressed into his several centuries of live than the average elf.)
Deus Fio: (More likely, in a few years he'll have a nervous breakdown.)
Der DWSage: (I see...)
Deus Fio: (*several centuries of life)
Deus Fio: (Jesus crap, Dave, think about what you're typing while you're typing it, why doncha.)
Deus Fio: (And stop talking in the third person.)
Thramkalith: ( Erik likes money so much because, when his luck runs out, it's the next thing he can rely on :p )
Deus Fio: (Erik should have a holy symbol of every single god.)
Thramkalith: ( Again, not how he thinks )
Der DWSage: (Ones that he draws on?)
Der DWSage: (Possibly in crayon?)
Deus Fio: (My character Cole Camber mused about doing that until he up and decided to swear his allegiance to Hlal.)
Deus Fio: *to Erik* So who are you bunking with
Deus Fio: ?
Deus Fio: Pretty soon we're going to absolutely have to start taking roommates.
Deus Fio: This place is fucking filling up.
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: So long as we doesn't have to stay with the necromancer we met earlier. That man makes me...nervous.
Der DWSage: ...We choose lodge-mates?
Deus Fio: *doesn't hear that, not being able to hear dead guys*
Thramkalith: "Why, inviting me to wander out of my current aboad and flit about in your place?" *Then more conspiritorially* "I mean, if you're going to dig an emergency tunnel and all I'd consider it..."
Deus Fio: Are you even staying here, Erik?
Deus Fio: <_< Yeah, big guy, you gotta pick somewhere to stay. Isn't enough room here for everyone to have their own room.
Thramkalith: "Yes. Yes I am, it's cheap, you know, cheaper than anything else I find around, and insofar as a place to stay goes, that's all I ask of it, a bed, comfortable or not, a roof, a low price, and some sort of garuntee I
Thramkalith: won't get stabbed while sleeping, yes, that's the one. That last bit is a little optional, people don't tend to bother waiting until I'm asleep to try stabbing me, hey?"
Der DWSage: *Scratches his chin*
Deus Fio: I'll wait 'till you're asleep, if you'd prefer it.
Der DWSage: Try pillow.
Deus Fio: *grins*
Deus Fio: Both. He might be able to wriggle out of the pillow, and if I just stab him, his screams might wake someone.
Lithaladhwen: (Sorry. Was AFK.)
Deus Fio: Gotta get the pillow over the face, then stab him. That'll work a lot better.
Deus Fio: It's really hard to stab someone in their sleep with a courtblade, though.
Lithaladhwen: *gives a brief head-shake to the elder Tolaris*
Thramkalith: "Hey! That's fight'n words, those are. Plotting to slay me in my sleep in front of him's foolery it is, and my life isn't to be played with, no sir!"
Der DWSage: 6.6
Der DWSage: Uhm.
OnlineHost: Der DWSage rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
Deus Fio: *sizes up Erik* Wonder how much creepy-guy will pay me for your corpse?
Der DWSage: ...Think I understood that.
Der DWSage: ...Half if I hold him?
Lithaladhwen: Creepy-guy?
Lithaladhwen: Elaith?
Der DWSage: *Astral bat to the back of Tol's head*
Lithaladhwen: He seemed nice enough to me.
Der DWSage: I'm sure he's nice enough to...some. But he still worries me.
Der DWSage: Perhaps that's just my prejudice at work.
Deus Fio: Yes, very polite and all, but I did see what he pulled up in.
Thramkalith: "Not enough, I'll tell you that." *He grinned darkly.* "Ain't no one willing to pay you enough for my body, spike ears."
Der DWSage: ...Be surprised.
Lithaladhwen: What do you care what he's driving?
Der DWSage: Corpses are good plant feed.
Lithaladhwen: *nods to Tolaris*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Not to mention useful as all get-out if you animate them.
Deus Fio: I didn't say I wouldn't work with the man, but I reserve the right to regard as creepy anyone who has to polish the bones of his carriage horses.
Lithaladhwen: *opens her mouth as if to reply... and snaps it shut again*
Der DWSage: *Cleans out his ear with a finger*
Der DWSage: ...Bones?
Lithaladhwen: Inside your body. The hard parts.
Deus Fio: I mean, yeah, nothing wrong with necromancy. You want to build an army of undead, point them the other way from me and I'm fine with it.
Lithaladhwen: And if they're pointed at you? Or fighting with you?
Der DWSage: ...Bones of horses? Oh...skeletons again.
Der DWSage: ...Useful, I bet. Cheap.
Deus Fio: But undead horses? Pulling a hearse carriage?
Der DWSage: ...Still don't like it. Horses are some of the hardest working animals when alive-almost a shame to force them to keep working when they don't want to.
Deus Fio: Fighting with me meaning shoulder to shoulder or hand to hand?
Lithaladhwen: The horses aren't in those bodies anymore. It's just what they leave behind.
Der DWSage: Yes, yes, that's what they tell me. Let an old man have his paranoia, hm?
Lithaladhwen: And I meant shoulder to shoulder.
Der DWSage: o_o It'd smell.
Der DWSage: Corpses aren't fresh. Bones get moldy.
Deus Fio: *shrugs* Fine. I mean, don't try to get me to touch one, but it's fine with me to have one on my side.
Thramkalith: *Erik shakes his head* "Never trafficked with that sort of thing myself, no, no sir indeed no. I'm unfond of it, see, never know what that sort of black stuff could do to my little place in the world."
Lithaladhwen: *takes a deeeeeep breath for ultimate patience*
Deus Fio: Just forgive me my inbred gut reaction to them. It's my upbringing.
Lithaladhwen: I grew up with wizards. You excuse a lot of strange things after a while, as long as they're not doing any harm.
Thramkalith: ( Erik doesn't like "strange" magic in general, he doesn't take his luck for granted, always figures something could go wrong with it )
Der DWSage: ...Grew up on farm.
Deus Fio: "Grew up with wizards"? Freak Island, you mean?
Der DWSage: Saw mage once. He cut friend in half. o.o
Lithaladhwen: Clorey, you mean?
Deus Fio: Yeah. The only place in all the world where summoned creatures can go on your tax forms as dependents.
Deus Fio: Eh, I'm just joking. Clorey's a good place to live.
Der DWSage: ...Clorey...Clorey...
Der DWSage: Place with the big towers, lad. The ones that're a bloody waste.
Deus Fio: I mean, if you've got magic. I've got a cousin in the Cloreyan military.
Deus Fio: Warmage Corps Marching Band, believe it or not.
Lithaladhwen: *raises an eyebrow* And how is that working out?
Deus Fio: (It's common knowledge that the best way for a non-mage to get by in Clorey is to join the military. Which, since a large percentage of the military consists of warmages, is also the best way for a non-mage to become a mage.)
Deus Fio: (Actually, the first is pretty much reliant on the second. A non-mage who enters the infantry in Clorey doesn't really improve his life that much.)
Der DWSage: ...Kind of wish I knew magic in this place.
Deus Fio: For him? Pretty good, I guess. Lost touch with him about sixty years ago.
Deus Fio: I assume he's still doing the same thing because most elves are boring like that.
Lithaladhwen: From a certain point of view. Maybe.
Deus Fio: I can't stay in the same place for more than a decade.
Deus Fio: And I know that sounds weird to a human, because you don't have many decades. That's what I like about your people.
Der DWSage: >.> I had seven good ones, and one bad one.
Der DWSage: ...Seven we enjoy. More is hard.
Lithaladhwen: I wouldn't know what to do with all that time if I had it. Probably read.
Lithaladhwen: We're not all terribly interesting. *smirks
Lithaladhwen: *
Deus Fio: You're willing to try and force as much life into the time you've got as you can. I know some elves who died of old age and didn't do half the real living your average human would do by age 50.
Der DWSage: o_o Um...force...life?
Deus Fio: That's why I don't associate with my own kind anymore. Except I can't seem to get away from the culture, which sometimes bugs me.
Lithaladhwen: Having fun, Tolaris. Doing things.
Der DWSage: Life just happens. You don't force it.
Deus Fio: And I think in Elven, out of habit.
Deus Fio: I'm gonna try and train myself to think only in Vulgar.
Lithaladhwen: Might help if you don't call it that.
Deus Fio: ...sorry, Gorlish. See? Another elven idea I can't get rid of.
Der DWSage: ...*Shrugs*
Lithaladhwen: I think in Draconic. Less now, though. Some things are in Gorlish.
Lithaladhwen: Idioms and the odd joke that doesn't translate.
Deus Fio: We called it "Vulgar" when I was a kid. Now they call it "Common", because the elves in Gorlish can't accept that they're not important enough to dictate what language is spoken here.
Lithaladhwen: Heh.
Deus Fio: Joke's on them that humans classify the Elven families of language by broad categories of region.
Deus Fio: I think at some point I was told there were over 250 dialects of what humans are willing to call "Central Elven", which is what I say I speak.
Der DWSage: ...That's a lot.
Deus Fio: If you speak one, you can understand any of them, except sometimes you come off sounding like this one *jabs a thumb in Tolaris's direction*.
Deus Fio: Yeah, that is a lot. Too many.
Der DWSage: ...Hey.
Deus Fio: It's Elven arrogance.
Der DWSage: Not my language. Learned only weeks ago. >_>
Deus Fio: Hey, what? I didn't say you weren't a stellar fellow I would be happy to stand next to...or slightly behind...in battle.
Lithaladhwen: *snort*
Lithaladhwen: Good save.
Deus Fio: I just said you've got some linguistic catching-up to do on the rest of us.
Der DWSage: *Sighs*
Deus Fio: Trust me, it took me five years to get where you are.
Der DWSage: They're right. You're going to talk in nothing but Gorlish from now on, even with me.
Der DWSage: And we'll keep this up while you do your training, too.
Deus Fio: And I was always told I'm extremely bright. You've got being human going for you.
Lithaladhwen: *represses a laugh*
Der DWSage: Not that smart. Had to leave school.
Deus Fio: It's okay. You make up for it by being very tall. It's the same thing.
Lithaladhwen: ....
Der DWSage: <_< There were family troubles.
Lithaladhwen: *nods, possibly to herself, possibly to Tolaris the elder*
Der DWSage: ...Am I not understanding words again? I thought tall was...
Der DWSage: *Gestures a small thing growing large*
Lithaladhwen: No, you understand.
Deus Fio: Yah. No. Don't worry about it, I say things I don't even fully get sometimes.
Deus Fio: My mind wanders and my mouth just stays put.
Der DWSage: I...okay.
Der DWSage: *Looks vaguely confused*
Deus Fio: It's all right. We're gonna have fun together, you and I.
Deus Fio: What'd you say your name was, again? My elven mind, it's a sieve.
Der DWSage: Tolaris Quirm.
Lithaladhwen: I don't think I caught yours. *to the elf*
Der DWSage: It was...L...li-something? Larry?
Deus Fio: Larifien Starfinder, dear lady. *to Tolaris* CallmethatandI'llkillyouslooooowly.
Lithaladhwen: Zea Mazuo. I can't think of any weird nicknames to threaten you away from, though. Sorry.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Larry. Ha!
Der DWSage: (He needs a natural 20 here.)
OnlineHost: Der DWSage rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
Der DWSage: o_o I...uh...what?
Lithaladhwen: He does not like Larry for his name.
Der DWSage: Tolaris Squirm? Hard to think of good ones in this language.
Deus Fio: (I actually realized a week ago that "Larifien" could be shortened to "Larry".)
Der DWSage: Oh. Sorry.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Actually, they could both be Larry.
Lithaladhwen: IM: That'd be kind of confusing.
Thramkalith: *Erik is still just silently watching them, his mouth currently on the rare, and much desired 'off' position.*
Der DWSage: >_> Huh. I do have to wonder how Tolaris will fit in here.
Der DWSage: Uhm. So...
Der DWSage: Why all join mercenaries?
Thramkalith: "Money." *Erik said, instantly.*
Lithaladhwen: IM: I need to hang out with more live people?
Lithaladhwen: Just... something new to try.
Deus Fio: Release from boredom. Wanted to meet cute human women. Money.
Deus Fio: Something to do with my sword besides rustproof it.
Lithaladhwen: You could use money to rent human women who'll release you from boredom.
Lithaladhwen: Might be the most efficient route.
Deus Fio: That must needs start with money.
Der DWSage: *Nods* She has a point.
Deus Fio: ...and end with syphilis.
Lithaladhwen: Pfft. I could probably fix that if you really wanted me to.
Lithaladhwen: Then you could wench around with impunity.
Der DWSage: ...I can heal that too, if she embarass you.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs, as it just occurred to her why having her do it might be awkward*
Lithaladhwen: *she's a girl!*
T3chn0Namagomi: Wouldn't the clearly obvious answer be money? *Standing in the mess hall doorway is someone who seems, new, to say the least. Messy red hair, somewhat light skin, and what seems to be a mostly black getup with(cont)
Deus Fio: Yes, that is going to make me want to purchase the love of ladies of the night. Knowing I've got a friendly healer on retainer to cure any problems that may arise.
Deus Fio: Actually, Tolaris, really, I'd just prefer not to put myself in a situation to get a whore's sickness.
Der DWSage: *Shrugs*
Lithaladhwen: (Please tell me he has sunglasses up on his head. And a cattle prod.)
Lithaladhwen: Well, looks like you're going to have to do things the hard way, then. Aren't you?
Der DWSage: And use money for...books?
Deus Fio: Which things? I lost track.
Lithaladhwen: Female things.
Deus Fio: Oh. Yeah.
T3chn0Namagomi: pale green highlights. He stands relatively tall, albeit thin, and doesn't even seem to have a pack with him--merely what he's wearing, and what looks to be a large, flat-looking sword in a silver sheath slung over his back...*
Deus Fio: Really I'd just prefer to attract women with my good looks and elven aura of mystery.
Deus Fio: The money's for things like good food and wine and, I dunno, better magic gloves, probably.
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: *To the newcomer* Well. Some do for challenge...
Lithaladhwen: Well. *rests her chin on her palm* If that isn't the most romantic thing I've ever heard. *flatly* Take me now. Right here.
Lithaladhwen: Your list of virtues has persuaded me.
Deus Fio: ...
Thramkalith: *Erik shakes his head slowly.* "Elf doesn't know a thing about women, hey?"
Deus Fio: *to Tolaris* Move over.
T3chn0Namagomi: Hah. Of course, the real reason is what we want to do with the money, is it not?
Der DWSage: *Actually laughs-he's got a good, booming, belly-laugh*
Der DWSage: *But he does as asked!*
Deus Fio: 9_9 I was kidding, boss.
T3chn0Namagomi: So, I take it this is the group I'll be working with, huh?
Lithaladhwen: *motions for Tolaris to sit back where he was* You're fine.
Deus Fio: *without looking* No, they're in the back eating mushrooms. The special kind.
Der DWSage: ...There's one more, I think. Elaith?
Der DWSage: *Moves back*
T3chn0Namagomi: Ha ha. Cute. Real cute.
Lithaladhwen: Elaith Thenswick.
Der DWSage: Sorry. Sarcasm is hard to see.
Deus Fio: There's more than just that one. You guys weren't the first group to come through.
Thramkalith: "Something like that, yeah. We're all in this crazy outfit together, I here, though how together any of us are is, t'me, yet a question to be answered in time. I mean, take the pointy eared one here, he's running through
Thramkalith: life headlong, fast as he can, silly sort of thing to do, and he doesn't know a thing about women, but I gather he's got most of the rest of his stuff together. Whatever you can have together after all that."
T3chn0Namagomi: ...the guy running the tour warned me about you. <_<
Deus Fio: There's also a woman with bright orange hair, and that other girl was kind of cute too.
Deus Fio: Who? Me, or Erik?
T3chn0Namagomi: *to Erik* Said you rambled on and on about the most insipid topics
Der DWSage: I tune him out. Barely understand him as is.
Deus Fio: Really? Well, he probably should have warned us about your bad breath.
Deus Fio: Get in the habit of chewing a mint leaf anywhere you go.
Lithaladhwen: *raises her eyebrows as the table descends into bickering*
Thramkalith: "Depends on his definition of insipid, see. I mean, he keeps ignoring things they intend to charge us for, I bet without me there you know a lot less
Thramkalith: about stuff they'll be snagging out of your paycheck. Bet he wants you to think of that as insipid, hey?"
Der DWSage: IM:=...Weren't we plotting his death less than ten minutes ago?=
Deus Fio: (I find myself ecstatic about the lines of rapport being drawn in this RP.)
Der DWSage: (As do I!)
T3chn0Namagomi: Insults are only actually offensive when they have a foundation in reality, you know. Making up random negative traits to project on people is in the realm of juvenile.
Deus Fio: (But right now I need to go. Actually, I need to have been out of the shower and asleep a half hour ago.)
Lithaladhwen: (G'night!)
Der DWSage: (Tah.)
Lithaladhwen: (We'll talk about Larry behind his back when you leave. =D )
Deus Fio: (It's a shame I'll almost never be able to bring out Larifien for plot.)
Lithaladhwen: (In the realm of Juvenile. In the province of Annoyance. Engrish, man.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Eh. It's late. XP)
Der DWSage: ...Uhm. Tolaris. *Extends a hand*
Deus Fio: Right. I need to go and find the maid to bring me new sheets, because they came with a weird stain and I was too tired to do something about it last night when I came so I just covered it with a tunic.
Lithaladhwen: Wow. Good luck with that.
Der DWSage: *On a random note, his food? Yeah, it's gone*
Thramkalith: ( I'd like to say that Erik's retort to that was actually totally valid to his character and not a terrible one )
Der DWSage: Already found human woman, then?
Deus Fio: The MAID?
T3chn0Namagomi: (ARGH. Keyboard went out)
Lithaladhwen: *snorts and nearly chokes on her sandwich*
T3chn0Namagomi: (And this guy was talking to Larry here.)
Der DWSage: Weird stain...too tired...
Deus Fio: >_>
Deus Fio: I'm leaving now.
Lithaladhwen: *covers her mouth with one hand and laughs, holding back tears*
Deus Fio: Whether or not I'll be back in a minute with my sword to kill you is anyone's guess.
Lithaladhwen: Wow. Tolaris. You won that one.
Der DWSage: ...Could take you.
Deus Fio: 9_9 Good night. Glad to see we're all going to get along so well.
Der DWSage: *Shrugs*
Der DWSage: Good night!
T3chn0Namagomi: ...Assuming your prowess with your sword is as good as your insults, we shouldn't have to worry
Deus Fio: *ignores that as he leaves*
Deus Fio has left the room.
T3chn0Namagomi: Who the hell was that jackass anyway?
Der DWSage: ...Larry.
Thramkalith: "That boy needs to find himself a woman, and figure out how to deal with her properly." *Erik speculates out loud.*
Lithaladhwen: *coughs*
Lithaladhwen: *is a woman and is right here*
Der DWSage: Getting a bit cocky, aintcha?
Lithaladhwen: Right. Anyway.
Der DWSage: Good lad.
Thramkalith: *Erik glances over at the cough.* "I mean a woman o'his own, I don't see you being it, hey?"
T3chn0Namagomi: Right. Is he like this all the time?
Der DWSage: Dunno.
Der DWSage: *Has a very heavy accent. And unless Doug's character speaks Beldre...*
Lithaladhwen: No, I don't either.
Thramkalith: "Can't say I have the foggiest, though apparently he thinks lots of speed makes everything better... Even more reasons he'll have women trouble."
Lithaladhwen: And I suppose you're the resident expert?
Thramkalith: "Hardly, but I've 'ad some experience here and there, and hearing him talk is something dreadful." *He shivers a little*
T3chn0Namagomi: ...Meh. Hopefully he's the only really irritating bastard here. (No, he doesn't)
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: He plots kill you...
Der DWSage: Threatened kill me...
Der DWSage: Twice, I think.
T3chn0Namagomi: Well, isn't he a cocky son of a bitch, then?
Thramkalith: "Well, some folks say I'm irritating, but I assure you my mother and father had gone through the proper ceremonies before they got around to me."
Lithaladhwen: Seems to be going around lately. *to Doug's char*
Der DWSage: Nah. Plotting is fun.
T3chn0Namagomi: Hah. Don't worry. Unlike him, I don't intend on using an overinflated ego to pick up random women.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Apparently we're supposed to sit around and flaunt our prowess with women. Maybe I should have eaten with Elaith. >_>
Der DWSage: No, he'll just get slapped by them up front.
Der DWSage: *Of course, Doug's char cannot hear this!*
Lithaladhwen: *chuckles*
Thramkalith: "They were plotting to kill me first, though I think they didn't mean it. I mean, maybe they do, but I doubt it. Probably too much paperwork to bother with."
Lithaladhwen: IM: I like both of the Tolarises.
Der DWSage: Nah. Laws are weird.
T3chn0Namagomi: Right. Might as well introduce myself.
Der DWSage: It's allowed to kill a Dwarf with own beard, if he's drunk. o_o
Lithaladhwen: .....
Lithaladhwen: Wow.
Thramkalith: "But 'cha aren't allowed to kill a halfling sleeping in a bed that's owned by someone else, unless he stabbed ya first, I think."
T3chn0Namagomi: Name'--...huh? What's this about killing drunk dwarves with their own beards?
Der DWSage: Or he stole more than 5000 gold.
Thramkalith: "Haven't!"
Der DWSage: From one person.
Der DWSage: ...Laws here are weird.
T3chn0Namagomi: ...Sounds that way.
T3chn0Namagomi: ...right. Sounds like I've gotten off to a bad start here.
Lithaladhwen: Hm? *glances up*
Der DWSage: *Shrugs*
Der DWSage: *Is, for the record, dining in full plate. This is probably a pain*
Lithaladhwen: I don't know. All anyone is talking about are the finer points of managing womenfolk, and more recently the local legal system.
Lithaladhwen: I don't think you can get off to a bad start with this crowd.
Thramkalith: "And murdering your new comrades, I think the conversation started there, really."
Der DWSage: ...It did.
Lithaladhwen: I'm pretty sure I signed a contract stating I wouldn't.
Thramkalith: "See? So easy to get along with people start plotting my death before things even get started."
T3chn0Namagomi: Look, I didn't mean to come off like some cocky not-Larry-copy-of-Larry, if THAT'S what you were thinking. I can guarantee that.
Lithaladhwen: *blinks*
Lithaladhwen: ...........'kay.
T3chn0Namagomi: ...ah, screw it. *heads for wherever you get the food*
Der DWSage: <_<
Der DWSage: So. Er.
Der DWSage: Was weird.
Lithaladhwen: Apparently this lunch table is not for the faint of heart.
Lithaladhwen: Let only the boldest venture thither.
Thramkalith: "Well that went all awkward very quickly, I dare say, I wonder if that's going to be common around here, yeah?"
Lithaladhwen: IM: What the fuck. I just used thither in a sentence.
OnlineHost: Der DWSage rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
T3chn0Namagomi: (Blarg. I feel "off" right now)
Der DWSage: ...I actually caught that. You still speak too fast.
Der DWSage: But...yeah. I think this is the weird table.
Lithaladhwen: I'm not weird. *quick stern glance at the man whose ghostly grandfather she befriended*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Don't say a damn word.
Thramkalith: "Oh, come now come now, you have to be a little weird to want to be in this line of work. If you were normal you'd find gainful employ that didn't risk your neck, yeah?"
Der DWSage: *Looks across his shoulder, shrugs*
Lithaladhwen: Gainful employ for me means officiating at funerals.
Der DWSage: Zea, you haven't already dropped the topic once you met me and ran once they started discussing how to kill the halfling.
Lithaladhwen: Not always a whirligig of fun.
Der DWSage: Sorry to say, you count in the fun little group. Enjoy watching your sanity leave on the next horse out of your head.
Thramkalith: "A little boring, a little morbid, but the last place you'll get shot at is a funeral. At least most assassins would wait until after it was over."
Lithaladhwen: *snorts to herself at Tolaris' comment*
Der DWSage: ...Unless someone wants corpse. Or dead man gets undead...
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. It's considered bad form to do that at the funeral.
Thramkalith: "Yeah, see? Safe line of work."
Lithaladhwen: Not everyone cares about good form at funerals.
Lithaladhwen: Just because I do doesn't mean everyone agrees.
Thramkalith: "True, but still, you're quite unlikely to be in the line of fire ever."
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, that would just be at weddings.
Lithaladhwen: Marauding groomsmen and all that.
Lithaladhwen: *smirk*
Thramkalith: "Awh, I don't want to think about the number of times I've seen wedding turn to ch..." *He blinks, and stops talking.*
Der DWSage: Ch...?
Thramkalith: "Chaos... Yeeeeaaah...."
Der DWSage: Oh.
Der DWSage: ...Same here. Too much booze at wedding...
Thramkalith: "Yeah, it's the drunken revelry. That's it. That's exactly what I was talking about. Too many silly people at weddings, turns to chaos so easily."
Lithaladhwen: (I'm going to be headed to bed pretty soon.)
Lithaladhwen: It can be a hassle.
Der DWSage: >_>
Der DWSage: ...You didn't try to steal bride, did you?
Thramkalith: "No, that'd be stupid."
Der DWSage: Cake?
Thramkalith: "I didn't do anything! Do I really seem like the sort to go around stealing things at weddings?"
Der DWSage: Want me to answer that?
Lithaladhwen: *chuckles*
Der DWSage: 6.6 He makes up for those times he's boring with comments like these.
Thramkalith: "Oh no! My poor pride may be in danger due to the rapier edge of your wit!" *He said, looking stricken and sounding sarcastic.(
Lithaladhwen: Well, it was nice meeting everyone, but I think I'm going to head home. I haven't quite resigned myself to barracks living just yet, so I'm going to go... read and be otherwise boring.
Der DWSage: It can use puncture.
Lithaladhwen: *holds back a laugh*
Der DWSage: *Nods to Zea!* Goodnight miss Zea. Enjoy book.
Lithaladhwen: I will.
Thramkalith: "A good evening to you, miss, I hope we haven't proved overly bawdy or affronting." *He said, nodding politely.*
Lithaladhwen: Like I said. Officiating at weddings.
Lithaladhwen: Once you've been there, nothing is too bawdy or affronting.
Lithaladhwen: Have a good one.
Lithaladhwen: *gives a little bow and heads out*
Lithaladhwen: </Zea>
Thramkalith: *He nods again, and then looks back at the other.* "True, it can stab, but you know it doesn't really have an edge, really, just the point really. Which is, I suppose, the point."
Der DWSage: ...Right.
Der DWSage: No offense...but I barely understand you.
Der DWSage: So I'll be getting room now, and training.
Thramkalith: "Night to you too, then."
Der DWSage: Good night.
Der DWSage: *Walks off, clanging as he does!*
Der DWSage: (Aaaand /RP. That was rather awesome for a CI.)
Der DWSage: (Anything that plots Halfling death...)
Lithaladhwen: </RP>
Lithaladhwen: Whoo!
Lithaladhwen: I have a log.
Lithaladhwen: I keep the logs. I'll upload them.
Lithaladhwen: I'm soooo behind.
Thramkalith: >_> Is Erik too much?
Lithaladhwen: Erik is... lively.
Der DWSage: I'm having to make occasional rolls just to see if Tolaris understands him.
Der DWSage: Also, Erik has to start calling both Larifin and Tolaris 'Larry.'
Lithaladhwen: He does.
Thramkalith: Note that Erik doesn't call anyone by name
Thramkalith: He has a piss poor memory for names. If he was a wizard he'd cast "Someone'er'anothers Disjunction"
Lithaladhwen: Zea was "miss" which is better than some nicknames he could give her.
Der DWSage: Also, this makes me giggle.
Der DWSage: I'm not sure why I'm reading a webcomic on Canadian politics, but I am.
Lithaladhwen: AAAHAHAHAHAHA
Lithaladhwen: Nice.
T3chn0Namagomi: Meh. I feel like I flubbed that intro.
Der DWSage: A little bit. Tolaris can throw anyone off track.
Lithaladhwen: Zea liked his granddad.
Lithaladhwen: She'd feel better if he would just pass on like he's supposed to, but he's okay to have around so far.
Der DWSage: *Nods* I kinda intend to the two Tolaris' to be a balancing factor in the party.
Lithaladhwen: *nod*
Lithaladhwen: At least he's not all RAWR I POSSESS U LULZ.
Der DWSage: 'Uh, guys, we're getting batshit insane here. Let's go do this.'
Der DWSage: ...Yet, anyway. He needs a few more levels.
Lithaladhwen: If he does that she will make him go asplodie.
Der DWSage: Well, that's the thing-Tolaris is channeling him through the Scythe for majicks.
Lithaladhwen: Incorporeal nova is a fine, fine spell. *grin*
Lithaladhwen: Also fun? Rebuking.
Lithaladhwen: And siccing wraiths on things/people.
Der DWSage: ...Several levels of Bearer of the Ancestral Weapon later, it'll get to the point where Tolaris can actually channel him to the point where he gets extra ability to fight.
Lithaladhwen: Oh, and blessing fields and flowers and all that hippie shit.
Der DWSage: Tolaris likes that last one.
Thramkalith: All Erik knows how to do is stab stuff, and be luckier than life can reasonably permit
Der DWSage: Tolaris Senior is going to be keeping an eye on Zea, and will quite possibly throw rocks at her holy symbol.
Lithaladhwen: She only uses a symbol of Aeor because he's unquestionably not shady.
Lithaladhwen: She's not really a follower of anyone.
T3chn0Namagomi: God bless the Massive PDF of Feats
Lithaladhwen: What the hell does Elder Tolaris do when Younger Tolaris is sleeping?
Lithaladhwen: Or having sex?
Lithaladhwen: Does he go somewhere else?
T3chn0Namagomi: He hovers overhead to make him uncomfortable while giving pointers in the latter case!
Der DWSage: Naps. Being incorporeal is tiring.
Lithaladhwen: He should go hang with Zea.
Der DWSage: ...And while having sex, he gets tempted to hang around solely to make him feel uncomfortable.
T3chn0Namagomi: I thought so!
Lithaladhwen: He's the most normal companionship she's liable to get with this bunch.
Der DWSage: Because, y'know. He's got a massive debt to work on paying off.
Der DWSage: And he may very well do that!
Der DWSage: So long as Elaith isn't around.
Der DWSage: Because, let's face it. He can give everyone the creeps.
T3chn0Namagomi: Heh.
T3chn0Namagomi: My characters haven't met him yet
Lithaladhwen: Zea thought he was nice enough, if a little taciturn.
Thramkalith: Erik is down to his last 10 GP, that's why he's hanging around :p
Lithaladhwen: She doesn't actually understand why everyone's so wigged out by Elaith. =/
Thramkalith: Erik just worries necromatic stuff might damage his luck
Lithaladhwen: Necro-Matic 5000!
Der DWSage: Paladin and Cleric family duo?
Der DWSage: One of which is undead at the moment?
Der DWSage: Yeah.
Lithaladhwen: And Tolaris is okay with the potential that the girl is a necromancer?
Lithaladhwen: Wait until she starts farting out incorporeal undead in battle.
Lithaladhwen: Master of Shrouds=very yay.
Der DWSage: Neither of them really realize it yet. And Senior suspects, but she at least has the decency to cover it up a bit.
Lithaladhwen: Well, we'll see what their decision is later.
Lithaladhwen: Meanwhile, I need to roll myself into the sleepytime.
Lithaladhwen: G'night.
T3chn0Namagomi: Night, Kai.
Thramkalith: Night
T3chn0Namagomi has left the room.
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Der DWSage: Sleep would be good now. Goodnight.
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